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Hello, dears! Here's part 2 to the Vampire Helena AU I'm writing for @loveinthekeyofx! It's a Love and Legends/Havenfall is for Lovers crossover! I do hope some of you will enjoy it ❤️ it is quite lengthy (just under 7k words), so part of it will be under a cut! - Mod Runa

TW: Discussions of insecurities, References to trauma, Body image issues.

You chuckled as yet another tiny spark of fire flew by your head and turned into smoke right before hitting the mirror, making Morgan sigh in frustration as her hand flinched. Smudging an otherwise perfect line of eyeliner.

"Jordan, I swear to everyone that isn't your Father. If you do that ONE more time!"

JD let out the most dramatic groan you had ever heard in your life and slinked a little further off their bed.

"But I'm so booooored. And you won't let me help with anything!"

You could see the reflection of their upside pout in the vanity, which only made you laugh harder. Morgan pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

"If you recall.. I gave you one very important job to do, JD.. the outfit. You're the one who decided to come up in here with a black leather bodysuit!"

JD smirked. "I stand by my decision. That bodysuit was fucking hot."

Morgan shook her head, turning her focus back to doing your make-up.

"Do you see what I have to put up with, Frances?"

"Pfft! You love me." JD replied with a wide, charismatic grin.

"They've got you there, Morgan." You chuckled.

"Ohh no.. don't you dare feed into them!"

You laughed before giving JD a tiny wink in the mirror. The last few months in Havenfall had probably been your most interesting thus far. Even without Helena coming into your life, finding out that not only were "monsters" real, but that you'd been living amongst them since you'd moved to the small town was almost too much to process at first. You could still remember the look of utter horror on Morgan's face when a slightly buzzed JD let their true identity slip.. and then how it grew when they proceeded to out everyone else inside Havenfall's Finest. At first you were convinced it was all a joke. The idea that the local bowling alley was run by a djinn and the town Sheriff was actually a werewolf seemed all too preposterous to even imagine, but the moment JD released their wings and shot a fireball off over the lake you knew they'd been telling the truth.

"The Jersey Devil? As in the Jersey Devil??" You had exclaimed.

"The one and only." They'd replied with a smirk.

To be honest it felt like just yesterday that you'd found out, but also that a part of you'd already known. The sleepy Midwestern town had always seemed to hum with unseen magic.

And now, you knew why.

"Alright! All done."

Morgan sat back in her chair and smiled, placing the tube of mascara back onto JD's dresser.

"I still say you should have gone with the bodysuit."

"Hush, Jordan. She looks great."

You couldn't argue with her there, the woman had done a damn fine job on your make-up. The subtle gold eyeshadow and flipped cat's eye accentuated the green and black top she had picked out perfectly. And your breasts had never been propped up higher in your life. You looked… good.

"I'm not saying she doesn't! But who wouldn't want to see those curves wrapped in leather!"

"I wouldn't." You answered with a laugh.

"Pfft.. you're both crazy. I'm going downstairs to check out the buffet- .. I mean, see if Razi needs any help."

"Please, do not add any of your crazy concoctions to the mix, JD."

The devil turned, giving their partner a faux look of hurt and betrayal.

"But.. you said you liked my pickle and mustard pie!"

"Jordan, please. Remember what we talked about."

They sighed, rolling their eyes. "Fineeeeee."

You chuckled as they stomped their way down the stairs to the bowling alley - the sounds and smells of Havenfall's Finest getting everything together wafting through the now open door.

"I hope you weren't too hard on them, Morgan. It's just Helena and I."

Although, "just Helena and you" couldn't be further from the truth. There was nothing "just" about the gorgeous blonde that had waltzed into your life only a few months prior. And even though the two of you had had your fair share of … Visits? Hangouts? Whatevers? ... you were far more nervous than you would ever let on.

"Listen.. I love them dearly, you know that, but if JD had it their way, that table would be filled with the most abominable culinary creations either of you have ever seen. And I don't want Helena getting scared away by Jordan's horrendous taste in food before any of us have even had a chance of getting to know her."

You put your hands up in surrender, chuckling even harder. "Alright, alright."

"Still.. we should probably make our way downstairs before they get any ideas…"

You snorted. "Good thinking."

***

The sun had just started to set when Helena walked out of the front doors to her apartment building, washing the vast Indiana sky in warm hues of oranges, reds and pinks - a stark contrast to the crisp bite that came with the late Autumn evening air. A soft ping from the blonde's phone and the hushed sounds of a stealthy stride were all that were to be heard as she walked down the otherwise empty street. A subtle smile coming to Helena's lips when she finally stops to check the notification on her phone.

Frances: Of course it is! Any friend of yours is a friend of mine :)

She breathed in a sigh of relief. Even though she knew Frances would be understanding, she still felt a little bad for inviting Vanessa along. Unfortunately the vampire knew it was the best opportunity for the Huntress to be able to meet everybody. To be able to tell her if anyone within Havenfall's inner circle had had anything to do with the coven that turned her. For one thing, the Sorceress' keen senses gave her the gnawing feeling that pretty much everyone who had connection with that bowling alley was likely not human - that she was almost certain - but as for the specifics, those she was unclear on.

That's where Vanessa Helsing came in. Coming from a long line of vampire hunters, she had been tracking the same coven as Helena for months, eager to take them down - to wipe them out. She was the only person Helena knew who had seen almost every person of importance within Dagon's coven. So, needless to say the two had quite a bit they could gain from one another.

Helena had told the Huntress to meet her at the bowling alley, and there she stood. Cladded in black leather under a dim street light - her dark hair almost rivaling the night sky above.

"Good evening, Vanessa."

"Evening, Helena. You sure you want to do this?"

The blonde nodded.

"Your knowledge has been immeasurable in my progress, Helsing. Even if we find no accord within, your presence is still appreciated. Frances means a great deal to me. I need to make sure she's protected."

Vanessa smiled before nodding. "Alright, then. After you."

***

"Wait.. what do you mean she's bringing someone? Like, a friend?"

You placed your phone face down onto the counter and shrugged.

"Ah.. more like a colleague, I guess? I don't really know much about her, honestly."

Helena had only mentioned Vanessa once before to you, months ago when she named her as the client she'd met with that day at the bowling alley. (Though, according to Morgan, the two of them never even made it there that day.) But other than that, the specifics of their relationship were a complete mystery to you.

"Mhm.. well, I'm going to be keeping an eye on said colleague."

You were about to tell Morgan not to bother when the doors to the bowling alley abruptly opened, a rush of cold air as Helena and who you presumed was Vanessa walked in. You couldn't help your mouth from falling open a little at the sight. Helena, of course, looked breathtaking - radiant. With a deep cerulean low cut shirt covered in a red blazer. The colors a perfect contrast to her moonlit hair. The woman next her to her, though… I guess when you had thought of the word 'colleague', she wasn't quite what you had in mind. Morgan leaned in a bit, nudging you softly before whispering.

"Oh, I am definitely going to be keeping an eye on her."

You chuckled. "She's allowed to have friends, Morgan."

"Not friends who look like that and dress completely in black leather.. and, is that a bull whip connected to her belt??"

"Heh, my kinda friend." You heard JD mutter under their breath from behind you, which only led to Morgan scowling.

You cleared your throat. "Just.. be cool, guys."

You walked away from the pair before they could say anything else. And they weren't wrong. Vanessa was incredibly beautiful. With hair as inky as a night sky and a body that screamed nothing but self discipline and rigorous routine. But the way Helena's eyes lit up and how her smile widened at the sight of you definitely helped stifle some of the intrusive thoughts that were slowly trying to move in.

"My dear Frances, good evening. A pleasure as always." She exclaimed with a low bow. "This is Vanessa. I appreciate you allowing her to join us tonight."

You nodded. "Of course! Nice to meet you, Vanessa."

"Please, call me Van. And it's nice to meet you as well."

You turned just in time to see the rest of Havenfall's Finest coming up behind you. At least three of them with their mouths fully agape. You had to chuckle, fully aware of the effect Helena tended to have on people.

"Helena.. this is Razi, the owner and proprietor of this fine establishment. Mac, the town's Sheriff. Diego, Havenfall's finest doctor. And, last but not least, JD and Morgan, our resident chaos demon and their loyal girlfriend. Everyone, this is Helena."

Razi and Mac both gave the blonde a very exuberant "Hello!", shaking her hand. You even swore you saw tiniest hue of pink rising to the Sheriff's cheeks as Helena responded with "A pleasure." Diego on the other hand, seemed more anxious than anything, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two women. As for JD and Morgan, while both were as friendly as ever, Jordan wouldn't be Jordan if they didn't do their best to lay on the charm.

"So, this is the woman that's been stealing our friend away from us… not that I can blame her."

Helena, of course, chuckled gracefully. "Much apologies."

"Mhm.. I'm sure."

You gave JD a pleading look, hoping they'd take the hint and stop before they said anything else. Which thankfully they did, giving you a playful wink instead.

"And this is my.. colleague, Vanessa."

The group gave the mysterious woman a unified greeting, all except for Diego who only nodded and JD who whistled low.

"If that's a colleague, I really need to get myself into the security business."

Both Vanessa and Morgan glared in their direction, an act that quickly made the enby rub the back of their neck nervously.

"A-anyways, let's get this party started, shall we?!"

"Very smooth, Jordan." Morgan replied, rolling her eyes.

You had to hand it to them all, the bowling alley looked absolutely enchanting. And while you were well aware that Morgan and JD cared greatly for you, the lengths that the rest of Havenfall's Finest went to to make sure the evening went as smooth as possible was, needless to say, incredibly heartwarming.

The ceiling was strewn with more twinkle lights than you had ever seen and the long table in the center of the main room had just about every guilty pleasure food you could possibly think of. You made sure to make a mental note to thank Razi later for not letting JD have any say in the buffet. Though, you had to laugh when you came across a small, yet very suspicious pie at the bottom of the table with the distinct aroma of mustard coming from it. It was almost crazy to think how in just a few short months this hodgepodge group of cryptids had almost become like a second family to you. Even Mac was dressed in something other than her usual sheriff's uniform.

You were just about to walk over to where Helena and Vanessa were standing when Morgan pulled you aside. Her brow slightly furrowed.

"Hey, I didn't want to say anything in front of JD because they'd just go all detective mode on us, but I know I've seen Vanessa somewhere before. And Diego seemed on edge as soon as she walked in."

Your gaze lingered over to where the two women stood talking, obviously in the middle of a rather serious conversation.

"Hm.. wish I could say I knew more about her. Helena isn't very forthcoming about the ins and outs of her job."

"Yeah. Well, if I think of anything, I'll definitely let you know."

You nodded. "Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Morgan gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before wandering off to find JD. Even with the party finally starting to get under swing, your mind couldn't help but begin to drift off to more unsavory thoughts. Just how often did Vanessa frequent Havenfall if both Diego and Morgan seemed to recognize her? Did that mean Helena was meeting with her more often than she'd let on? Were they closer than just colleagues? I mean, you couldn't blame her for choosing someone who looked like Vanessa over someone who looked like.. well.. you..

She was hot.. fit.. beautiful in a way you could never be.

And you were, well.. you.

You subconsciously pulled at the blouse that just a few moments ago had filled you with such confidence, wondering if there was even a point. How could you compete with that? With.. her? How could you be expected to-

"Frances?"

You were jerked abruptly from your thoughts, Helena's pensive face in front of yours.

"Is something the matter? You looked a thousand miles away."

Immediately filled with embarrassment, you quickly shook your head.

"Oh! Yes, no.. I'm fine.. really, I'm fine!" You answered, chuckling nervously.

The blonde hummed low before linking her arm in yours.

"Well, then.. come and accompany us over by the stage, hm?"

The.. stage??

As you followed Helena past the lanes and towards the back of the arcade room, you found that the blonde was right - there was indeed a small platform back there. One that you were certain hadn’t been there before.

"What in the-"

"Ohhh, just wait! You guys are gonna love this!" JD exclaimed as they practically ran over to the two of you. More excited than you'd ever seen them.

"JD.. what.."

"Fuck! Is Razi ever gonna regret buying this." They laughed, holding up a small microphone.

Karaoke. Razi had actually purchased a karaoke machine. Gods, save us all.

The moment JD slipped on their sunglasses, stepped onto the stage and started dancing around it, Morgan's sigh was all too prevalent in your ear as she came to stand beside you - a low baseline coming through steadily from the speakers. You chuckled before turning to her.

"That bad, huh?"

She sighed again. "Jordan's actual singing voice is really quite nice, but of course they'd never be caught dead using it properly in public."

"Ah, gotcha."

You laughed and shook your head, trying to figure out where you had heard that guitar riff before and why it sounded so familiar. You were fairly certain the song choice was of the Metal genre - which would be on par for JD's taste in music - but the underlying melody reminded you of something else. Of something you'd heard a million times before but couldn't quite put your finger on-

Oh.. oh no

JD smirked as the intro diminished, the first lyric sung boastfully from their lungs.

"We're no strangers to looove…"

Morgan groaned immediately. "Jordan! For fucks sake, no!"

"You know the rules, and so do IIII…"

Helena turned to you, obviously a bit amused at the crowd's reaction.

"I am afraid I do not understand the reference. Why are so many people opposed to this song choice?"

JD sang even louder. You wouldn't get this from, any other enbyyyyy."

You did your best to speak loud enough for the blonde to hear you, giving her a quick background of the song and what it meant to be "Rick Rolled". Helena laughed and nodded before turning back to the entertainment, her foot tapping along with the melody.

"Never gonna give, gonna give.. give you up!"

Much to her dismay, you couldn't help but laugh and cheer every time JD pointed to Morgan during the chorus. An act that only made her groan even louder. And the moment the song ended, you could hear Razi yelling from the back of the room.

"I'm docking your pay for that, Jordan!"

The enby bowed dramatically, giving you a little wink before hopping off the stage.

"Mh.. seems that is my queue, little one." Helena whispered to you, giving you a smirk.

"Wha-?"

You stood, a blush already dusting your cheeks and your mouth agape. She was.. she was going to sing???

You took a deep, steadying breath. Completely unaware that the blonde could even carry a note let alone that you would be graced with whatever celestial sounds were about to part from that delicious mouth of hers. But there she was, basked in a kaleidoscope of colors from the lighting above and looking absolutely ethereal.

"Hold steady, Frances."

You swallowed hard, side-eyeing Morgan. "I'll do my best."

And while you had never heard of the song Helena had chosen before, you knew the moment the first note left her lips that you were done for. A hauntingly beautiful melody - smooth Alto notes sang in a soft (what you assumed was her native tongue) German. Your mouth was still open when JD came to stand next to you, nudging you softly in the ribcage.

"Hear something you like? Hm?"

They wiggled their eyebrows at you but all you could do was stare. Of course she sang like a fucking goddess. Of course she was fucking perfect.

Too perfect.

Too fucking perfect.

And here you were, with your mediocre self, expecting her to feel the same? Pssh.

"Psst.. you know what has to happen now, right?" Morgan whispered, her eyes glued to the stage and the incredible being that was on it.

"No."

"Yes! You'd blow her away and you know it."

"No. Not a chance."

"Yess, you have to."

"Are you even listening to her right now? It's-!"

"Don't you dare tell me it's pointless, Frances. Just because she has a gorgeous voice doesn't mean that yours isn't just as hot!"

For the first time since Helena had started singing you looked away from the stage, staring blankly at your friend. "... y-you think… I'm.. ah-"

"Yes, I think, and so does JD… and Razi.. and everyone else in Havenfall who's heard you sing to yourself. So.. you're going to get up there and you're gonna make that woman breathless!"

You sighed, admitting defeat. "Fine, but I choose the song!"

"Fine! Which?"

You smirked. "Rooms on Fire. Good luck finding it."

Morgan smirked even wider and you immediately swallowed. "Bold of you to assume JD hasn't already programmed Stevie Nicks' entire discography into that thing. They've had a thing for her since forever."

You swallowed again. "... Fuck."

***

Helena's body was all a buzz as she stepped down from the small podium. Electrically charged and tingling from the applause of her soon to be peers. She wasn't even sure what had made her get up and do it. And by the look on Frances' face, she was just as stunned. But there was something about being in the round woman's presence that always gave Helena a boost. That gave her the type of courage that made her feel like she could do just about anything. And in that moment, all she wanted to do was to show that warm, delightfully kind woman one of her gifts.

And hopefully - just hopefully - receive some of hers in return.

So you can imagine the look of surprise that sprung to the vampire's face and feeling of elation that rolled over her when Frances stepped up onto the stage. As the same warm light that had just washed over her casted the woman in a brilliant hue, making her look even more beautiful to the Sorceress than she already did.

A brief lapse of time, a single breath of silence before the song started. And it was that moment, when the first flawless note fell from Frances' lips, that Helena knew. Knew why she'd initially been drawn to her and what had kept her so enthralled since.

After all this time, searching between the two realms in which she had inhabited, she had finally found her. A soul as pure and kind as the woman who had saved her from the darkness many years ago. The woman who bore the same face as the one who had stripped her of everything and gave her a life renewed. She had never once, in all her years since leaving the realm she then called home, came across another person who had shone as bright as that woman did.

But here, in that solitary moment of clarity, as the melodic notes rang out from Frances' body and danced across Helena like a lullaby from some other place - like a spell from some archaic time that sang out into the heavens and carved itself into sky - that's when she knew. That's when it all became clear, that Frances was also a keeper of that light - of that bright soul that soothed over the vampire like a celestial balm.

Helena also knew that from that point she'd no longer be able to ignore her feelings for the woman. That her tendencies to mute her emotions and stifle those desires within that seemed to burn with the heat of a thousand suns would no longer be possible.

And as she watched the music take hold of this incredible creature, with all of Frances' curves swaying to the melody - eyes closed and cheeks a gorgeous hue of rose - she made a silent vow to both herself and the woman in front of her. A promise that she would no longer take the coward's way out when it came to her heart and what it deserved. That she would channel that courage she always felt when Frances was around and finally tell her..

Finally tell her that she was, undoubtedly and without measure, falling for her.

***

You opened your eyes as soon as the last note faded off, the crowd before you standing stunned - in awe - almost in disbelief at what they'd just witnessed. And while you were more than used to people's reaction to your voice, you still smiled proudly to yourself. A subtle blush dusting your cheeks as a resounding applause rang out from some of your favorite people.

"Holy shit, Frances. That was incredible!" JD beamed. "You did our girl Stevie some serious justice."

You chuckled. "Thanks, Jordan."

"They ain't lying, friend, that was the best I've ever heard you sing." Added Morgan as she handed you a tiny piece of cloth for your forehead, which you gratefully took.

"Thank you, one might say I was a little inspired."

"Well, inspiration suits you well, then, little one."

Helena's praise caught you off guard, immediately making you turn and face her.

"I- .. uh.. th-thank you? I mean.. ahem.. yeah.. ah, thanks, Helena." You stammered, rubbing the back of your neck.

Helena only nodded but you could tell the blonde had wanted to say more. A fact that must not have been lost on Morgan either as she quickly cleared her throat and hooked her arm into JD's.

"Well, we'll leave you two to talk."

"We will?? But I was just about to ask Frances if she wanted to-"

JD's words stopped mid-sentence the moment their eyes caught Morgan's.

"Oh.. right.. I mean.. we'll leave you two to .. talk."

The enby's subtle tone and small wink was more than enough to fluster you before they sauntered off, your cheeks heating up ever so slightly.

"That Jordan is a rather peculiar person. They remind me of someone I knew back home."

For some reason the thought of Helena being friends with their own version of JD made you feel incredibly warm inside, almost as if an invisible thread had always connected the two of you.

"Really?" You laughed.

"Mh, indeed. His name was Iseul. Your friend Jordan has a very similar spark of mischief to them." She answered, the deep blues of her eyes seeming to wander off in thought for a moment before she continued. "You remind me of someone I once knew as well, Frances."

Now that.. that..

You took a deep, steadying breath as a wash of warmth spread over you like a freshly drawn bath, re-igniting the desire in you that you had, admittedly, done your best to ignore over the past couple of months.

You felt your cheeks heat up a little more before you spoke. "O-oh? Really?"

The blonde hummed, looking almost sad. "She was, until now, the kindest woman I had even known."

You swallowed hard, not even sure how to respond to that information. In all honesty, there was nothing more you wanted to do than grab onto her, hold her close, and scream out into the heavens how much she meant to you. But you also knew that, of all places, the local bowling alley was not the place to make such affections known.

Nor was it the right time…

Probably.

As you collected your thoughts, you took a moment to scan your surroundings. Razi and Mac had seemingly found themselves in a rather heated game of bowling as Diego watched, sipping silently from the tiny flask that he normally kept on him. As for the arcade area, you couldn’t help but chuckle when your gaze landed on JD and Vanessa going head to head in a very excited round of DDR, the sound of Morgan cheering them heard throughout the entire bowling alley.

You swallowed again before smiling and tentatively took the blonde's hand in yours.

"What do you say we take a walk after all of this? There's a place I'd really like to show you, if that's alright with you?"

Helena smiled in turn, her eyes brightening to almost match the color of her shirt. "I would like that very much, little one."

***

The crisp autumn air met Helena like an old friend as she stepped out onto the curb - the wind softly blowing just cold enough to bite at her cheeks, reddening them. With a large moon above them, the Huntress walked silently beside the Vampire, biding her time until they got to her van.

"I want to thank you again for coming, Vanessa." Helena spoke, breaking the silence.

"No worries at all. I had fun actually."

The blonde chuckled. "As did I."

Vanessa shifted nervously from one foot to the other, smiling in a way that made Helena more anxious than she would've liked. The idea of Frances not being safe when she wasn't around.. well, that was a thought that only made the Sorceress' heart sink.

"Out with it." She said plainly.

Vanessa sighed.

"Well, the good news is that I can confidentially tell you that nobody in Frances' immediate circle is part of Dagon's coven."

Helena nodded. "That is good, at least."

"That being said, I can also tell you that most of the people within that circle.. aren't human. And that at least one of them is a vampire."

Helena's gaze shifted quickly. "Which?"

"Diego."

The blonde hummed in thought.

"What about JD and Morgan?"

"Morgan is human as far as I can tell. JD is.. well, I'm not exactly sure what JD is, but it's an energy I've never encountered before. So, whatever they are, it's something rare."

Helena chuckled to herself, recalling the time when Frances had called JD 'one of a kind'.

"That does not surprise me. In your opinion, though, would you say that Frances is safe?"

Helena asked the question simply, for that was the most important thing. Everything else was secondary. Everything else could be discussed at a later time. On a night when the air wasn't so clear and she didn't have that incredible woman waiting for her.

The Huntress nodded, a curtain of dark hair falling into her face.

"I do. At this point anyways. I still have some digging to do, but I'll contact you if I find anything that makes me feel otherwise."

"You have my gratitude, Helsing. Thank you."

"Anytime. You just leave all the boring stuff to me and enjoy the rest of your night." Vanessa replied with a wink before climbing into her van.

The blonde smirked. "Oh, that I intend to."

***

To be perfectly honest, you'd been planning on taking Helena to the lake ever since the plans for that evening were first made. And when Jordan had found out, the spark of mischief and excitement in their eyes was so bright it almost lit up the whole room. Even before you had left the bowling alley they pulled you aside.

"You're still taking her to the lake, yeah?"

A cheeky wink and subtle smirk was all you got in reply when you answered 'yes', which only made you slightly nervous. You knew deep down that if JD had some sort of surprise in the works, it would only be in your favor. They knew how much Helena had meant to you. And honestly, other than Morgan, they'd been the most supportive through it all.

The sky was littered with thousands of twinkling stars as you pulled up to the lake, all paying homage to the bright moon that hung among them. That casted a brilliant reflection into the still water and made you all the more confident in your decision to bring her there. It was beautiful, just like Helena. Almost so that it almost seemed too luminous to be real…

… Just like Helena.

"I see why you like this place, little one." The blonde said, closing her door.

"Oh?"

"Mh, on a night like tonight, it almost looks like a painting."

You smiled, wanting to say more than a quiet "That, it does." As if any sight could compete with how the moonlight danced upon Helena's rosen cheeks and frolicked throughout her hair. How her eyes sparkled and gleamed, making the stars above only pale in comparison. She was a literal work of art, a masterpiece within herself. A goddess walking on earth. She was-

"Frances?"

Her soft tone caught you off guard, and when her gaze met yours you'd almost forgotten how to speak entirely. She looked at you in a way no other person had, as if you were a lifeline and she were a rope. Tethered and frayed and yet oh so beautiful.

"Ah, sorry.. was I staring?"

"Mh.. a little." She chuckled.

"S-sorry."

When you rubbed the back of your neck subconsciously she took your other hand.

"Do not be."

Her voice was soft but the look in her eyes was even softer. A subtle heat coming to your cheeks as she took your other hand in hers, leaning in ever so slightly.

Did she want to-

Was she going to-

Helena took another step closer and you almost immediately fell back, moving away with such abruptness that you nearly toppled over the hood of your car. But, of course, Helena caught you.

"Fuck. Sorry. I.. ah.. shit."

"It is I who should be sorry, little one. I should not have assumed."

For the first time since you'd met her, the blonde looked embarrassed. Which honestly only made you feel worse. You shook your head vehemently.

"No, no. Please. Fuck. You did nothing wrong, Helena. It's just.. ah.. there's some things about me we should probably talk about before this goes any further."

With that Helena took a step back, looking at you thoughtfully and nodded.

"By all means. I am, as they say, all ears."

Before a single word had even fallen from your lips you could feel the subtle sting of tears - pooling at the corners of your eyes and betraying your emotions. You hated this part. You always had. When the love interest finds out your secret and opts for just being friends instead. Though, admittedly, you had genuinely hoped for just a little more time before having to say goodbye to Helena.

"Frances." She said softly, your hands still in hers. "There is, without doubt, not a single thing you could tell me about yourself that I would not be able to accept."

There was a shadow of something darker that lurked within the blonde's gaze that instantly made you believe her. Her eyes a stormier blue than you'd seen before - heavier, sullen - as if they held an untold story of long ago. You took a deep, calming breath - for you knew that, despite your fears, there was nothing in the world you wanted more than to trust her.

"Alright, well.. you see, I'm.. demisexual."

You could tell by the look on her face that it was a phrase Helena hadn't heard before, her eyes giving you a once over.

"I apologize, Frances. I have not.. is this something similar to a demigod?"

At this you couldn't help but laugh, an act that was honestly much needed and actually made you feel a lot more relaxed.

You snorted. "I wish. I'm afraid the only "super power" it gives me is being somewhat sexually stunted."

Helena moved to stand next to you, leaning back against the front of your car - her gaze looking out thoughtfully onto the water.

"Would it help you to know, little one, that, in my own way, that is something I quite understand."

You turned to face her, fingers still locked in hers and resting on the hood of the car. She looked so open, so attentive to whatever it was that you had to tell her. Her eyes shimmering in a way that almost seemed magical. You took another deep breath and pushed back the tears that still were begging to be released.

"Alright.. here goes nothing.." You let out a heavy sigh and felt Helena squeeze your hand a little tighter. "Being demi.. basically means that without a strong emotional bond with a person, my sexual desire for them will be… lack thereof."

The blonde stood quietly, only listening, so you continued.

"While being demi is a spectrum, and some people may only need a strong friendship connection to feel that, for me… well.. it's usually always taken a very strong.. and albeit long.. romantic connection for me to feel, well, aroused with someone."

Helena nodded. "I understand."

"That being said.. you, Helena.. you've made me feel things that I very rarely ever feel, almost immediately.. and to say that I haven't thought of or wouldn't like to sleep with you already is well.. ah.." You felt your cheeks immediately redden and chuckled, shaking your head. "Here I am just assuming that's something you'd actually want from me."

Helena looked at you silently for a moment before speaking."... You assume correctly, Frances. I find myself very attracted to you."

And now you were blushing even harder.

"O-oh."

Helena chuckled. "You are an incredible woman, Frances."

"I.. well.." You took yet another deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts within the chaos of your mind. As if saying what you had to say wasn't hard enough already. "But see.. that's the thing, Helena.. like, you're so beautiful and kind and intriguing and sexy and to say I haven't thought of us together more than a few times in the last few months is well.. it's different for me and I... ahh-"

The blonde inched herself a little closer to you and hummed. "Breathe, little one."

And you did, deeply. Closing your eyes as you let the crisp Fall air and subtle undertones of juniper that rolled off of Helena wash over you.

"Attraction aside…" You exhaled, ".. with how my sexual desire works.. I have no clue when that would actually happen for us."

Helena nodded again. "I understand."

"And so, this is probably where you leave. And I can't even blame you.. 'cause who wants to wait months or even years before becoming sexually intimate with someone? Other than me, that is, but I'm an outlier and shouldn't be counted."

"My dear Frances, you should always be counted."

"Well, that.."

You grinned all too widely and looked down at your hands that were still interlocked. The subtle pink that dusted your round cheeks swiftly deepening and painting them in a warm crimson.

"And as it was, little one, I have absolutely no intention of leaving you. When I say that I find myself very attracted to you.. it is not solely on a physical level. You see, my soul feels lighter when you are near. My thoughts warm when I think of you and my heart seems to ache when I have not had the pleasure of your company for awhile. I believe that I am, wholey and without doubt, falling for you, Frances."

You stared at her blankly for a moment, no words to be had.

"As for my own shortcomings.. sexual and emotional trauma finds me on a similar acumen as you. So, please, do not feel as if we are far apart on these understandings."

You immediately almost felt angry at the thought of anyone mistreating her. This goddess of a woman who deserved to feel nothing but love and compassion for her rest of her days.

"Fuck, I am.. I'm so sorry to hear that, Helena."

The blonde waved her hand dismissively and closed the last bit of distance between you.

"It is a lifetime ago and a story for another night."

You nodded. "Just know I'm always here to listen whenever you're ready to talk about it."

"I know, dear one." Helena smiled, so openly and warmly that you felt your heart lurch a little. The subtle lines in the corners of her eyes creasing as she leaned in closer to cup your cheek. "May I kiss you?"

You felt your cheeks warm beneath the cool touch of her fingers, soft tears forming in your eyes and a laugh upon your lips. "Yes, Helena. You may."

And as her lips touched yours, fireworks lit up the world around you. Not just metaphorically - but physically. Bright and untamed - fire in the sky - that reached out across the heavens above you.

JD's surprise.

It had to be.

You smiled even wider as your kiss deepened. As sparkling embers rained from the sky and your hands came to frame Helena's face. You kissed her softly - tenderly - wanting nothing more than for her to feel just how absolutely precious she was to you. And when the kiss finally broke, you were both crying. Happy tears of emotions long felt. With bright bursts of reds and blues, of oranges and yellows, reflecting across the still of the water as the two of you embraced.

"I'm so glad you came tonight, Helena."

"Mh.. as am I. It was a lovely evening."

"Heh, that it was."

"And who would have thought, that all this time I was in the presence of such a remarkable vocalist."

Helena smirked, making you blush.

"Psh, speak for yourself! That song you sang was beautiful."

The blonde hummed, smiling. "Thank you, little one. It is named 'Diese kalte Nacht'. It is by the band Faun. I am rather fond of them."

You chuckled to yourself. You knew if JD were there they would have made one of their legendary puns right about now.. "Oh, so you'd say you're... FAUNd of them?"

"Well, I can't say that I understood any of it, but you sang it beautifully."

"As did you, Frances. I do not know of this Stevie Nicks, but I have to wonder if her voice is anywhere near comparable to yours."

You looked at her for a moment, mouth agape.

"Oh, that's it. We are so having a Stevie Nicks night at my place!"

"Mh.. consider it a date."

***

You had just crawled into bed when your phone went off.

Morgan: Yoooo.. you awake?

You: Yep! Just got home, actually lol.

Morgan: Oh? How'd it go??

You: Really, really good. We uh.. we kissed.

Morgan: I knew it! We knew she liked you! Jordan is gonna be fucking ecstatic when I tell them.

You: lol You guys are the best.

Morgan: Well, you deserve it :]

You: Thanks lol

Morgan: Ah.. not to add some unwanted mystery to the evening... but I figured out why Vanessa looked so familiar. Had a little chat with Diego after you left.

You: Oh????

Morgan: Um.. yeah.. she's a fucking vampire hunter.

You: A.. WHAT?!

#lovestruck #women of lovestruck #love and legends #havenfall is for lovers #helena klein #frances/reader #jordan davies #Morgan/Havenfall MC #razi nassar #mackenzie hunt #diego escalona #vanessa helsing #helena klein x reader #helena klein x frances #fluff #fluffy #first kiss fic #miscellaneous monday

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itbmojojoejo · 6 months

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'Tis I, with a writing update.

For a few months now I have had a post sitting in my drafts announcing that after CoP's final chapter I would be abandoning all of my wips, and going into 2024 no longer a fic writer. (dramatic I know)

A few things in that post that are still true at this moment in time:

CoP pt 10 - The Finale - It's coming, it's in the editing stages which I am not rushing because I want to make sure I leave Runa behind in a way I'm happy with. I am going let Lost Innocence (a planned side story for osferth x reader) sit where it is, half finished and unedited, if I ever touch that doc again and get it completed I WILL post it, after all who doesn't love our sweet baby monk and although it is not a 'popular' fic I truly love that AU my tiny brain conjured up. Indelicate Tenderness (Sihtric x Reader) - I have made the decision to leave this as a standalone fic for the time being. Whether I come back to it in the future is yet to be determined. Best performing fic be damned.

What has also remained the same is that I have removed a few planned wips from my masterlist because the muses for them died when I found myself unable to write for the last 5 months.

So, will I still be a fic writer in 2024? Most likely, if the muses favour me, but I will be approaching it completely differently. I never want to feel guilt about having unfinished wips ever again.

Anyway, that's all I wanted to say lmao xo

#writing update #just a note from me

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niche-for-a-light · 2 years

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FFXIV LFRP – Runa Dataq

Lizzer. Be sure to read her rules and detailed about too! I rp in multi-para/novella style on Tumblr and on Discord, not in-game.

This is a sideblog to amissa-fide.

THE BASICS

Name: R’runa Mishca Runa Dataq

Age: 26 years

Nameday: 29th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Miqo’te, Seeker of the Sun Au Ra, Xaela

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual, biromantic

Marital Status: Dating

Server: Twintania, Light DC

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair: Black

Eyes: Red, bright red limbal rings

Height: 158 cm

Build: Lithe, lacking muscle definition, but healthy. Feminine waist and hips, but nonexistent bust.

Distinguishing Marks: Additional scales on her cheeks and forehead

Common Accessories: None

PERSONAL

Profession: Adventurer, healer for hire

Hobbies: Alchemy, botany

Languages: Common

Birthplace: Raptor tribe

Residence: Has an apartment in the Lily Hills, but can rarely be found home

Religion: Not her thing

Patron Deity: Make her pick and she’ll say Oschon, the Wanderer

Fears: Failing her chosen duties. Failing as a friend. Failing to be there for someone who needs it. Being unable to wander. Becoming disconnected from nature. Letting someone die.

RELATIONSHIPS

Spouse: None, but dating Ashtani

Children: None

Parents: R’mishca Nunh (father), R’eilh Tahx (mother). Current statuses unknown to her.

Siblings: R'viniat Mishca (older sister), R'kurat Tia (younger brother), R'sammal Mishca (half-sister), R'zak Tia (half-brother), some other half ones. Current statuses unknown to her.

Other relatives: A bunch

Pets: Chocobo companion, Kryse

TRAITS

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

HABITS

Smoking Habit: None

Drugs: No

Alcohol: Occasionally, in moderation

CHARACTER HOOKS

Healer for Hire: Need someone to keep you alive through a mission or just to take care of your tiny ass scrape? Throw some gil her way and she’ll take care of it.

Meddlesome: Trouble? Trust her to get involved in an attempt to sort it out. Is that welcome or not? You tell her.

On the Road: Wandering wanderer likely to wander into others in every possible corner of Eorzea. Danger or no danger? Depends entirely on the surroundings. And her attitude, probably. Might’ve pissed someone off, you never know.

Later in Life Xaela: Born a Miqo’te and only recently turned into an Au Ra through the power of Fantasia, there’s much and more she doesn’t know about the cultures of her new race. Eager as she is to leave her past behind and embrace her new chance at life, she’ll take any opportunity to learn. Perhaps you could provide her with one?

OUT OF CHARACTER

Mun is located in Northern Europe.

Discord is available if we’re planning to rp together.

As a general rule there’s nothing I'm entirely unwilling to write, but let’s discuss everything and make sure we’re on the same page. I’m also cognizant of in-character consequences and might refuse to rp something as a result.

I mostly write in a single timeline, but I’m not completely opposed to canon-compliant AUs.

#ffxiv lfrp #ffxiv rp #ffxiv roleplay #ffxiv oc #miqo'te

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chunhua-s · 4 years

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davi dabi dude 🤍 big fat congrats on reaching 200!! i bet you will very soon hit even more milestones and i'll be coming back to get a taste of your beautiful fics for myself👉🏼👈🏼

as you may or may not know my favourite boy is atsumu and you wrote this beautiful soulmate au for me, which also happens to be my favourite au🥺🥺

so uhm ah... what do i do soulmate au eith atsumu part two but hit me with some toothrotting fluff?😳

anyways, don't divorce me, i love you🦊

runa suna bro 🥺 thank you for requesting bb!! and thanks for always brainrotting with me, i love swapping braincells with you over these men 😌💕 and pleasepleaseplease, bb, know that if anything else, i absolutely adore you, okay??? you’re such an amazing person and you deserve the entire universe and if i could i would give it to you! i know peachy and nona feel the same as well — we value your time and company, never doubt that for a second! anyways here’s your fluff!! i literally spent all of today thinking about this and i hope you’ll like it! this time it’ll be from tsumu’s perspective, and though it’s not necessary to read it, the first part of this request would provide some background if ever anyone wanted it. i’ll leave a link for you guys to see! 🥰 ily runa bb — and as always, i hope you and everyone will enjoy reading this!

WRAPPED UP IN YOUR ARMS ➽ ATSUMU MIYA x READER

genre: fluff (with a smidgeon of comfort)

au: soulmates (part two of with our fates tangled together — although you don’t need to read it first before reading this!)

warnings: implied sexual content towards the end

some days, atsumu thinks, are easier than others. the days when he can make you laugh, when your smiles shine brighter than any star in the night sky, he treasures them like tiny little gems, collects them in the palm of his hands and holds them close to his heart. those are the days where he can feel his chest soaring on such an intense feeling of happiness that his brown eyes will shine on diamond tears as he holds you in his arms and kisses the top of your head. those are the days that write their poems along his skin underneath your touch and kiss him with a tenderness he can’t imagine coming from anywhere else but you.

but the truth of the matter still stands: atsumu knows that he’s hurt you before. he can see it in the way your gaze sometimes fall from his face, lips pressed together as you suddenly pull away from him as if you’d been burned. he sees it in the way your hands tangle themselves in your red string, how your fingers twist together with the insecurities that he’d torn into your skin over the years. you haven’t fully healed, it’s painfully obvious to him, and it fills him with a kind of regret that causes his food to turn sour and for every breath he takes to taste like poison.

today, you’re curled up in his living room, wrapped up beneath one of the blankets he’d bought for you. your eyes are glazed over, unseeing as you fiddle with the red chord tied around your pinky finger: each tug of it pulls on his own end so that he can hear the worries of your heart on secret whispers. the sight of you is a hand around his neck, clawing at his skin and drawing blood from searing wounds. every pluck on your string is a second that tightens like a vice until he can’t breathe, and all that’s left in atsumu’s body is the dull echoes of doubt and fear that you unknowingly give to him — fear that perhaps he’d soon cast you aside like he once did, doubt that your bond wouldn’t last long, and that the happiness you feel would crumble apart and vanish like sand between your fingers.

atsumu forces himself to breathe under the hands around his neck, shuts his eyes for one, two, three beats of his heart, before he moves himself forward — slow, careful steps disappear beneath the grey carpet, as if any sudden noise would violently tear you from your pedestal and cast you down to shatter like fine china. and so, when he’s close enough, he gently reaches his hand to hold yours, lets his fingers tangle up in your own and with the little web you managed to make between them. he watches your eyes light up when you see him, just like the moon riding over the still surface of the ocean, it’s as if the sight of him restored your oxygen and taught you how to breathe again.

“atsumu,” he hears you whisper on a breathless sigh, a smile blossoming tenderly on your lips as you hold his hand between your own, letting his warmth sink into your cold skin. he returns your affections with a gentle press of his lips to your forehead, a hand brushes away the pieces of hair that fell over your face like a curtain as he gently tilts your chin upwards to meet your gaze. you’re glowing under a golden light, radiant in your image and burning your place into his heart with an insistence he could never ignore.

“c’mere,” he gently urges, pulling you to your feet so that he can hold you closely to his chest with one hand: the other reaches into the pocket of his pants so that he can grab his phone. you can’t see him opening the youtube app with your own arms wrapping entirely around his midsection, the fluttering of your heart traveling down the red string that binds the both of you together and making itself at home right in atsumu’s throat — like the beginnings of a melody he only hears when he’s with you.

he wants to listen to that melody for the rest of his life.

“you remember that song you sent me last week?” when he looks down at you, he sees your face falling into that cute little pout you get whenever you’re thinking of something — and gods, he’s told you so many times how adorable you look when you get like this — before you slowly nod, lifting your gaze to find his. he smiles down at you as his thumb presses the video he was looking for, before he places his phone down on the coffee table and wraps his arms around your body, just in time for the familiar strumming of the guitar to fill up his living room on the evening breeze. he watches your expression melt into one of adoration and what he can only describe as unadulterated happiness as your eyes meet his. “i’ve been listening to it all week,” he confesses on a soft chuckle, it rumbles in his chest and courses through your lungs like liquid gold as he pulls you into him and rests his chin on the crown of your head. slowly, he sways his body with yours, gently rocking the both of you back and forth to the melody that surrounds him and you.

“telll me what stopped you, what led you, what touched you, what turned you on?”

atsumu drags in another long breath before he speaks next, the words so quiet that you might not have heard them had you not been so close to him. “i’m so sorry for how i treated you before...”

he feels your pull back slightly to look up at his faces, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. he can’t, because he knows that he’ll see nothing but understanding and forgiveness in your eyes — he can’t look at you and accept those sentiments when he doesn’t believe he deserves them. you should be angry with him. you should hate him, call him out on his selfish behaviour and hurt him just like he did to you: the words churn in his head and burn his throat like vodka — they sting and leave a horrible taste in his mouth.

“you don’t have to say sorry to me anymore, atsumu.” your voice is filled with all the tenderness in the world: it causes atsumu’s eyes to burn with tears hen desperately tries to fight away. but when your palm comes to rest on his cheek and his brown eyes — the brown of his cinnamon scent, of autumn leaves and warm cups of coffee — it becomes harder to hold them back. they fall from his lashes and draw lines down your skin, and on those marks, you’re able to see every single shard of regret that stabs his heart and every thorn that tears his skin. “none of that matters anymore, hm?” you hum, “we’re fine now — we have each other. we’re together now.”

atsumu falls apart.

he brings your face to his with both of his hands and melts against your lips, tries to pour every ounce of affection he feels so that it envelops you with angel wings and teaches you to soar above the clouds. your lips are so soft against his that he feels his own heart calling out for you, chanting your name on an endless mantra that fills up every thought in his mind and forbids you from ever turning away from him. i love you, i love you, i love you— it’s all unsaid between his lips, but he feels you returning it all to him when your fingers sink into his hair and when your hands pull him closer. i love you, i love you, i love you— it marks his skin as he pushes you down against the sofa and climbs on top of you before returning his lips to yours, devouring you with a desperation that can only be satisfied by your touch. and you, you’re more than happy to give yourself to him. you give to him every cry of his name, every kiss across his skin, every reverent touch of your fingers as he collapses into you. in the throes of your devotion and love for him, you seal your fates together and become reborn, so that your bodies intertwine and fill the quiet night with the songs of adoration and pleasure.

that night, the two of you become one, and you learn to let go of your hurt as atsumu forgives himself for hurting you.

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windyfiend · 4 years

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Briony swallowed, frozen in place-- her heart thumping, breath trapped in her throat --while the Kith filled the air with whoops and shrieks and jackal-laughter. Felurook’s beaked skull seemed to stretch in a grin.

With uncertain fingers, Briony reached out for the shining ball of light that floated in the Jackdaw’s palm. Felurook snatched it away before she could touch it.

“SORN!” Felurook hollered and Briony jumped.

Singsong voices rippled among the bouncing Kith.

“Sorn, you’re up!” “Ha ha your turn!” “She’s calling you, Sorn!”

A dozen skull-faced children skittered up the leafy vines and dangled from the ziplines, pointing and shouting at a single unlucky Kith who sat on the roof of a spotted mushroom, a half-eaten melon in his lap.

Sorn hunched his shoulders, his sloth-skulled head drooped low over his dessert. “I’M BUSY!” he snarled with his mouth full. Bits of mushy melon dripped from his chin.

Felurook wiggled her fingers with contained agitation and rocked back and forth on her heels. “Ah,” she murmured with a strained smile, “he’s busy.” She scratched her beak and laughed tinnily to herself, then pointed a sharp finger at the ground. “SORN GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE … please.”

Sorn took another big, defiant bite and made a show of chewing with his mouth open.

“Just wait,” Felurook promised Briony, smiling, and gestured with a dainty hand. “I said ‘please.’”

After a moment of shrieking noise from the rest of the Kith, Sorn clambered like a ragdoll to his feet. He tossed the empty melon-shell rolling down the mushroom roof then sprinted suddenly for the edge, leaped like a flea into the high open air, swung like a monkey on the zipline, flung into open space and ricocheted off an ivy-wrapped trunk before sticking a perfect landing in front of Felurook.

While Briony stared with huge eyes, Felurook folded her arms. “Good,” the Jackdaw said dismissively. “Here’s the new girl-- girl, right?” Felurook waited until Briony returned a dazed nod, then she scooted the girl forward with a touch at her back. “Show her around, teach her the forbidden things, all of that.”

Sorn stretched a jagged smile. “Teach her how to do the forbidden stuff or…?”

“You’re hilarious,” Felurook deadpanned, then smiled suddenly at Briony and offered her a deep flourished bow. “I’m being called to the woods, matters to attend to and all that. You’re in capable hands,” she said, while Sorn reached under his skull to pick his nose. Felurook’s smile strained. “Au revoir!”

While Felurook swept away through the undergrowth, Sorn stuck his hands on top of his skull and wiggled mocking fingers at her back.

Briony stared unblinking at Sorn. She watched his skinny dark brown limbs, the loping way he carried himself, the play of his hands like antlers on top of his head, the same way he always used to taunt her from afar--

“...Liam?” she breathed in a shuddering voice, quiet and hopeful and horrified.

With a blur of movement, Sorn smacked his hand tight against Briony’s mouth while his hideous skull pressed hot against her nose, molten eyes burning with unbridled fury.

“Don’t say that name,” he hissed low and venomous. “It’s dead.”

Terror scraped like knives in Briony’s chest, but with a few quick breaths she swallowed the fear into a wave of anger and shoved his hand away.

“I know you!” Briony spat, rigid and bristling. “You have to recognize me! It’s me, it’s B--”

Sorn slammed a fist into her chest and Briony crashed backward into the mossy rocks; she wheezed for breath, blinking away the spots in her eyes.

“Your mouth is gonna get us both killed!” Sorn stood over her with clenched fists, his yellow eyes glowing bright. “My name is Sorn now. And you need to come up with your own name soon or I’ll call you Assface and it’s gonna stick.”

He stomped away while Briony coughed and crawled to her feet. She wobbled, then clenched her teeth and hurried after him.

“We thought you were dead!” Briony snapped at his back, weaving between plots of growing carrots and vine-tethered watermelons. “Runa cried for months! Your mom went bonkers and joined the Light! She tried to convince me the empress is a vampire who drank your blood and ate the sun! But you were here the whole time-- ACK!” Briony ducked as a moose swung its big antlers over her head. The beast grumbled, chewing lazily.

“Yeah, so?” Sorn plucked a half-ripe orange from the orchard branches and sniffed it experimentally. “How d’ you know the empress isn’t a sun-eating vampire?”

Briony shrieked with rage, lunged and caught his arm in both hands, her shaking hands holding tight. “My mom and dad are dead, Liam!” she roared.

Sorn opened his mouth, but shut it again when Briony’s tears spilled and slicked down her face. She snarled against it, winced and shook her head, tried to swallow back the hot pain, but a sob clawed out of her throat and she collapsed to her knees. She held on so tight that Sorn couldn’t feel his hand.

“Runa’s dead.” The words choked in the bottom of her lungs, drawn up out of twisting pain.

Briony’s hair fell over her scraped and bleeding face. Her wrists were raw and purple with bruises. Her clothes were torn and caked in old mud that crusted on her skin. She shuddered and coughed a gurgling cry.

“I killed her.” The words strained through her sobs. Her grip on Sorn’s arm began to relax. “It’s my fault, I killed her, she’s dead, I killed her…”

Her words devolved into a mess of murmuring vowels, and Briony let go to cover her head in her arms, rocking quietly on her knees in the dappled light beneath the orange orchard.

Sorn sat down beside her. He glared at the orange in his hands and tossed it a little while he waited for Briony to finish crying.

When she didn’t, he laid the orange on the ground in front of her bowed face. “We’ll have a funeral, yeah?” he suggested solemnly, careful to keep the shudder out of his own voice. “What happened, happened. We can’t change it, but we can make sure the forest and all the spirits in it know who Runa was. They’ll protect her and make sure she’s okay on the other side. Okay?”

Briony drew a deep breath, let it out slowly, and swallowed the knot of grief in her chest. She rubbed her sore eyes and saw the half-green orange nestled in the grass at her knees. Picked too soon.

“Come back with me,” Briony said, detached, as if speaking her thoughts aloud. “We can escape, we’ll make it back home, and everything will be like it was…”

“Nothing can ever be like it was.” Sorn’s words dropped with finality. He squatted close to the ground, pulling angrily at the grass between his bare feet. “The Scythes will just hunt us down.”

“I’m not a Kith!” Briony sat up straight, a new fire in her determined glare. “I can tell them who you are, who all of you are! They’ll listen to me--”

“Are you braindead?!” Sorn snarled, eyes flashing. “Didn’t you see who grabbed you? Who stuffed you in the statue? The Scythes did this to us! The empress did this to us! We can’t go back, we’re banished, we’re monsters!” He flung his arms with every sharp snarling word. “Even if there was a way back, I’d rather die here than live in that city, under that damned sunlight nobody there has any right to.”

Briony stared at him. She pressed her mouth to a thin line and drew a breath as if she might shout, but her thoughts whirled like a hurricane in her head, flashing fragmented memories of armored gloves and iridescent blue.

She clenched her teeth until they throbbed with pain.

“What do you mean,” she asked in a low voice, carefully controlled, “nobody has a right to the sunlight? You don’t think our families have a right to live?”

“What I mean,” Sorn hissed, leaning closer, “is that you’re just traded goods. Worthless, like all of us. Felurook gets one more unwanted kid, and the empress…”

Sorn clapped his hands together. As he drew them apart, a tiny sun grew glowing between his palms.

“... gets our light.”

#original fiction #original writing #stolen suns

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yeonghcn-a · 5 years

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I feel like I need to post a tiny reminder:

Saeran’s Idol AU as a member of MYSTIC is totally not my AU originally !! It’s actually @yuntckki, who created the other 6 members aside from Saeran ( my Saeran ) and ZEN ( her Zen ) !! The reason I became part of the verse was that Runa approached me about it when we first met and literally threw it in my face and asked me if I liked the idea. And I love AUs, especially famous people / idol / singer / what have you, so I went with it. So most of the information I go off of is from Runa.

As for Saeran in the Idol AU, he had a somewhat abusive life, but it wasn’t NEARLY as bad as canon. Also !! He did NOT have the weight of his father over his head !! He has anxiety and depression due to abuse and his own self-questioning of his self-worth, yes, but he is not as messed up as canon. He actually went to school, got his education, and started training pretty early on. He debuted at the tender age of 17 ( 18 in S. Korea ) after having started training when he was 12 ( 13 in S. Korea ). He’s the youngest of his members and they’re all very much aware of his previous home life because he was willing to talk about it to prevent misunderstandings with the members. Gotta trust your hyungs after all, right?

Saeran also does not easily bow down to people’s orders unless they’re higher ups in the company. While he respects his hyungs, they often call him the ‘brat maknae’ because he will talk back all the time to them in a joking manner. He’s not quiet and shy with the members, on stage or off - in fact, he’s quite boisterous and a bit prankster-like, much like his brother tends to be. He’s very awkward with the fans, but that’s simply because he stumbles over himself trying to be polite.

He’s nothing like ‘Ray’, or ‘AS!Saeran’, ‘V’s End Saeran’, ‘”Tomato” Saeran’, or any Saeran in canon - he’s still Saeran Choi, but because of his different background and upbringing he’s a load different. That isn’t to say he hasn’t had his own problems: he’s tried to kill himself / felt suicidal during his training period a few times, to the point where it scared him. As mental health is... A very touchy subject in S. Korea, he felt he couldn’t get help. Eventually this culminated in his fight to debut - and his utter joy in being able to be with MYSTIC - because he realized if he could do that, he could succeed in anything.

His first paycheck went towards his first tattoo - his my story isn’t over yet. ; tattoo on his arm. It’s his own symbol of hope, something he looks at when times get tough and when he needs a pick-me-up. Saeran also is extremely sickly at times, which held him back during training and even now while he’s an idol. While he’s got his fans as ‘Unknown’ and even a minor solo career under the stage name ‘Ray’, Saeran will always be Saeran - an awkward, shy, but boisterous man who just wants to be happy and enjoy his life as an idol.

I hope this shed some insight onto where the Idol AU comes from and how I portray my Idol AU Saeran !!

If it helps any, I’ll also upload a long post of all the headcanons Runa and I have shared on Discord since we’ve fleshed out the AU even further at a later date !!

#♡ 『saeran』 ⇀ headcanon ✩#♡ 『saeran』 ⇀ o6. idol ✩#♡ 『ko』 ooc. ⇀ stupid shit ✩#♡ 『ko』 ooc. ⇀ psa ✩#long post //#suicide attempt mention //

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Laundry Tax

(this is probably not going to become a regular thing since I’m primarily an art blog but I wrote a thing and I don’t have anywhere else to share it, so whatever. you know it’s a new low when you’re writing AU fluff fanfic of your own characters. or maybe a new high.)

Silver shivered and walked quickly down the street. It was dark outside already, and there was a biting wind that made her whole face sting. It would probably rain that night, or maybe even snow, and Silver didn’t want to be caught outside for it. She was already chill to the bone and exhausted. She hadn’t meant to stay out so late.

The bruise on her side ached, making it hard to walk quickly, but she ignored it and doubled her pace.

Runa would already be worried, had probably already texted her over and over, and rightly so. There were good reasons not to go around alone in this city, especially at night. Silver’s dead phone was useless in her pocket. She had been stupid enough to forget a charger for it, and it died before she thought to let Runa know she wouldn’t be able to text. Chief Baer wouldn’t be happy either if he found out – he was always strict about the two of them staying in contact with each other. You’re both minors, he had said when he’d first made the arrangements for them to be flatmates, stern as always. You are responsible to look out for each other.

And he was right – though Silver hadn’t really felt it when she’d first met Runa. Runa was younger than her by two years, and though she was mature for her age, Silver still found her too chatty and … she wasn’t sure of the words. Optimistic. Bubbly. Naïve. Yet somehow insanely maternal in a sense. Silver was none of those things, and she had never met someone who was so concerned with when she ate, how much sleep she’d gotten, whether she was getting home safe … it went on and on. At one point she’d even dragged Silver out to go shopping for decorations because she claimed Silver’s room was ‘too impersonal’. That behavior had annoyed Silver early on, in fact, everything about Runa had annoyed her.

But after sharing a living space with her for months, Runa had grown on her. It was nice to have someone who cared about her well-being. Silver was still hesitant to call her a friend, even after all that time, but she now felt a strong sense of responsibility to protect her. Runa was tiny. She didn’t like to hurt people. Silver herself had no qualms with offering a solid right hook to anyone who acted a little too suspiciously congenial.

Not to mention that standing several inches above the six-foot mark, Silver, who was built like a tree, was considerably stronger and more intimidating than Runa, who barely broke five feet even at full height. Runa was a ginger who had a face full of freckles and sparkling eyes that a boring person might call hazel, but they were really more golden and orange, especially in the sunlight. She was cute. She had a sewing machine and made her own clothes. Nothing about her appearance would label her a threat.

Silver stopped at their complex and climbed the steps to their apartment, which was on the second level. Her side hurt worse with every step, and she pressed a hand against it. It wasn’t too bad as long as she wasn’t walking up stairs. She paused in front of their door to catch her breath before fishing her key out of her backpack and unlocking it.

“Runa, I’m back,” she said, closing the door behind her as she stepped in and started to toss her backpack on the couch, but caught herself and set it down gently. She didn’t want to upset the contents. The whole apartment smelled amazing, and the oven was on, so Silver assumed Runa had been baking. And doing laundry, she thought, seeing a basket on the floor and a pile of clothes on the couch. Only hers that she could see, though. Runa must already have separated it.

“Silver?” Runa came out of her room and ran across the room, ginger hair loose around her shoulders and falling almost to her elbows. She practically tackled Silver in a hug, though she was so small Silver barely swayed. She still found herself flinching at the flash of pain in her side.

“It’s about time you came back!” Runa said, her tone somewhere between relieved and chiding. “Why were you out so late? I was getting worried! I tried to call you but you didn’t answer, and then I thought maybe you picked up an extra shift at work, but I guess an extra shift wouldn’t explain that dirt on your face, huh?” She reached up and brushed her finger against Silver’s cheek. “There’s mud on your knees, too. Where did that come from?”

Silver reached up to touch her own cheek. “I … I don’t know.”

Runa rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen. “Of course you don’t.” She grabbed her oven mitts and open the oven, warmth wafting out. She took out a tray of muffins and set them on the stove.

“Sorry, Ru,” Silver said, taking off her coat and following her into the kitchen. “Really I am – I meant to text you. My phone died before I got a chance to.”

“Bring a charger next time, silly,” Runa said, but she said it more in a teasing way than insulting. “And go wash your face. And your hands. I made muffins. Don’t worry, they’re kosher.” She started taking muffins out of the baking pan and setting them on the cooling rack on the counter.

“Okay, I w- you’re wearing my shirt,” Silver cut herself off, only just noticing. “Is … that my shirt?”

“… No?” Runa said, chuckling nervously. It was just a plain white t-shirt with a black stripe across the chest. The shirt she was wearing, which fit Silver comfortably, even snugly, was almost long enough to be a dress on Runa. The sleeves went down to her elbows. This wasn’t even the first time this had happened – Runa had made a habit of ‘borrowing’ Silver’s clothes, and Runa’s were too small for Silver to return the favor.

“That’s definitely my shirt.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about,” said Runa brightly, taking the rest of the muffins out of the pan. “If it was yours, it wouldn’t have been in my clothes.”

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t in your clothes.”

“Well …” Runa turned to face Silver and leaned against the counter. “Tell you what. If you start doing your own laundry, I won’t end up with one of your freshly washed t-shirts that’s super comfortable and still warm, and so then I probably won’t wear it.”

“I do do my own laundry,” Silver said. “You just took whatever’s on the couch now to wash it without saying anything.”

“Maybe I did say something and your phone was dead, Silver,” Runa said, still teasing. “Ever think of that?”

Silver sighed and pushed her hair back with her fingers. “Fine. Whatever. You win.”

Runa offered a slightly crooked grin, her hazel eyes shining. She looked kind of cute in that giant t-shirt. “Just consider it your laundry tax.”

“Right. I’m going to go take a shower really quick,” Silver said, sighing.

“Oh! Wait, before you go do that I gotta get my hair stuff from the bathroom. I was going to braid my hair tonight.” Runa sped past her into the bathroom, and came out a moment later with a plastic box that carried all her hair supplies in it – a brush, a comb, hair ties, homemade scrunchies and barrettes of various sizes and colors, and so on. Silver rarely bothered with all that – her hair was thick and curly and went halfway down her back unstraightened. It was a lot of effort to do anything more than a messy bun or ponytail most days (though Runa often insisted on doing Silver’s hair for her, because apparently it was ‘fun’).

“Okay, I’m good. You go take your shower,” Runa said, promptly running into Silver because she didn’t stop quickly enough. Silver gasped in pain before she could catch herself, then put her hand over her mouth when she realized. Runa frowned. “Silver? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Silver mumbled, lowering her hand. “I’m going to go take my shower now –”

“No you’re not, not til you tell me what’s wrong,” Runa said, grabbing her wrist. “Seriously. Are you hurt? Again? What happened?”

“Nothing happened, it’s fine,” Silver said, pulling away. “It doesn’t really hurt. It’s just a bruise.”

“Let me see,” Runa said. “I don’t believe you. You always say it’s not that bad even when it is. Come on, let me see,” she pressed when Silver hesitated.

Silver sighed and lifted her shirt enough to show the bruise on her side. Runa gasped. “Silver! What happened? It looks like you broke a rib!”

“It’s not even on my rib, Runa. And it looks worse than it is, I promise. I’ll feel fine after I take a shower.”

Runa looked her up and down. “How did you even get that?”

“I tripped,” Silver said.

“Silver,” Runa started.

“No, really, I fell and landed weird. That’s actually what happened.” Silver went into her room, and Runa followed, stopping in the doorway and watching while Silver got a change of clothes from her dresser. It wasn’t the whole truth she was telling, but it wasn’t really a lie either. “See, when you have legs as long as mine, you’re a menace unto yourself. There doesn’t even have to be something for me to trip on.”

“Really,” said Runa flatly.

“Yes, really, Runa. There is a lot of me to keep track of. C’mon. If you were this tall, would you know where all your limbs were at any given time? Of course not. It’s just too much to think about all the time.”

“That doesn’t sound right,” said Runa, but she laughed a little as she said it anyway.

“It is right,” Silver insisted, kicking her shoes off by her bed. “I’m fine, really.”

“Well, all right, I guess,” Runa said reluctantly, but Silver could tell she was relenting. Success. “If you’re sure.”

Silver nodded, offered a half smile and went to go take a shower.

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Runa was sitting on the table eating a muffin when Silver, in pjs and wet hair, came out a while later. “They’re still warm,” Runa said, gesturing for Silver to come sit. Her hair was put up into two long French braids with mini yellow scrunchies at the ends.

“What kind are they?” Silver asked, coming and sitting down at the table.

“Coffee cake,” Runa said through a mouthful of muffin. She hopped down from the table and got a plate out of the dish cabinet, then put two muffins on it. She cut them in half and added butter. “They’re really good. Here.”

“Just two?” Silver said, accepting the plate. She was half joking, but Runa raised her eyebrows.

“You can have more if you want, but just two to start with. I want to have at least a few left over for breakfast tomorrow.”

“Fair enough,” Silver said, taking a bite. It was delicious, of course. Runa was an amazing baker. She took another bite, realizing how hungry she was.

Runa grinned. “I’m not even going to ask how they are.”

“You don’t have to. They’re really good. Wait – before I forget. I have something to show you.” Silver finished the rest of the half in one bite and got up to grab her backpack from the couch. “I meant to show you as soon as I got back, but, well, whatever.” She sat down and opened the backpack. Runa climbed onto the table and sat crossing her legs, leaning forward to get a better look.

Silver pulled a stack of records out of her backpack. “Tada. I thought you might like a few new ones to listen to.”

Runa gasped, a smile spreading on her face. She had a record player, which she was very fond of, but only a few records to play on it. “Oh, Silver! That’s so thoughtful of you! Thanks!”

Silver pushed the stack closer to Runa, a feeling of warmth filling her chest. She wasn’t sure what the feeling was, but it was something along the lines of Runa-likes-a-thing-I-gave-her-and-she-smiled-and-it-feels-nice. She started eating the rest of the muffin on her plate. “There is a catch, though.”

“Okay, what’s the catch?” Runa asked, holding a record and looking it over for scratches.

“Most of them weren’t labelled. The only way to find out what music there is is to listen to them first.”

Runa set the record down, her eyes sparkling. “So it’s like a mystery! A musical treasure hunt, huh?”

“Sure,” said Silver, unable to keep from smiling herself. “You … Do you like it?”

“Like it? Silver, I love it. That was so sweet of you to think of me.” Runa hopped down from the table and hugged Silver, more gently this time. “And I can’t wait to listen to them! Ooh, let’s do it right now!” She ran her finger up and down the stack. “Which one should we do first? There’s so many of them.”

“You pick,” Silver said, finishing the last bite of muffin and leaning forward to rest her chin on her hands.

“Hmm …” Runa stopped her finger close to the middle and pulled out the record it rested on. “This one.”

“Good choice.”

They went through the stack of records slowly, listening to each one and deciding if it was worth keeping. A lot of them were old albums from artists Runa had never heard of. Silver found that she knew most, if not all, of the singers, just not every single song. She hummed along while eating muffins and sitting on the floor, where she had migrated from her chair.

Runa was on her knees, leaning against the coffee table in the living room. They had set the record player on the coffee table, and she was watching it spin and looking a little lost in thought. Halfway through a song, she asked, “Hey, where did you get these records? A thrift store? Would it explain the dirt on your face?”

Silver was halfway listening to the music and Runa as she talked, and halfway lost in thought. Years ago, when she was just a little kid, there nights where she’d be in bed, pretending to sleep. Still, she was wide awake as ever, and she could hear singing and a guitar being played alongside music from a record player in another room. It was her father singing – he’d been a brilliant musician. He was a baritone, and his voice was gentle and whispery when he sang. Her favorite music for his voice were old psalms and Celtic songs, where he would sing in Hebrew and Gaelic instead of English. He would stop the record player for those. Then he would just sing and play his guitar. Sometimes she would sing along softly while she laid in her bed, and thought she was quiet enough that he didn’t hear, until the music would stop and she’d hear her father say from the other room, “Go to sleep, Silver.”

They’d lived in an old house with a rambling floor plan out in the middle of nowhere, just her and her father. Silver had liked it that way, and it was a good house to be a child in, because there were nooks and crannies all through the house, a forest to explore, rocks to climb, and a roof sturdy enough to climb on and watch the stars (not that she was ever allowed to do that alone).

One of her favorite places in the house was the music room. That was where her father kept all his instruments and records. He took good care of them. Everything was organized and kept in their cases.

The music room she’d hiked out to find and break into earlier that day after work was not the music room she remembered. It looked like it had been ransacked. The window was broken. There was glass and dust on the floor and daisies and grass breaking through a few cracks. Most of the instruments were missing or broken, and the records were scattered on the ground and desk, most of them cracked or even shattered. If Silver hadn’t been there herself years ago, she might have thought no one had been there in decades. She’d spent hours scavenging there, going through and collecting the records that weren’t broken and putting them in her backpack. Her side had hurt the whole time.

When she was trying to find a way to get in the house, she’d climbed through the kitchen window on the first floor because she couldn’t get the door to open. This was one of those kinds of houses where the first floor was high off the ground for no good reason, so she’d had to climb up and balance on the ledge to get the window to budge open. It was stuck shut at first, then practically shot open when she pushed harder. She fell through and landed on the floor, hitting her side on the counter as she fell. So, it wasn’t really tripping, but close enough.

She’d walked through the whole house while she was there. She didn’t take anything except the records, just looked. Her own room was untouched, the bed still unmade, exactly like the day they’d left. Silver left it frozen like that, going back downstairs to the music room.

Where did you get them?

Silver came back to the present. “Huh?”

“These records,” said Runa. “I was asking where you found them. You seemed kind of spaced out.”

“Sorry. I’m back.” Silver leaned forward. “Uh. I just. Found them.”

“How mysterious,” Runa said. “I bet you just got them at a thrift store.”

Silver shrugged and neglected to answer. Let her think that. It didn’t really matter. “Oh, I know this song,” she murmured, as a new song started.

“I like it,” Runa said, bopping her head along with it. “What’s it called?”

“There’s A Moon Out Tonight. By The Capris. It’s from the fifties.”

“Wow, that’s old,” Runa said. “This would be fun to dance to, though. It’s sweet. Oh! Come on, we should dance!” She bounced up. “Do you know how to dance?”

“Uh …” Silver shifted her legs. “It’s been a while.”

“No worries! I’ll show you!” Runa held her hand out. “Come on, don’t be boring. It’ll be fun!”

Silver hesitated, still thinking about the music room.

“Come on,” Runa coaxed. “Please?” She added a tiny smile, tilting her head to the side and taking Silver’s hand. “For me?”

Silver groaned and stood up. “Ugh. Fine.”

“Yay!” Runa grabbed both her hands and pulled her to the open space between the living room and kitchen. “Okay. I’m gonna start the song over really quick. Don’t worry, this will be easy.” She bounced over to the coffee table and moved the record back, then grabbed Silver’s hands again. “Okay. Ready?”

“Ready.” Silver already knew how to dance. She’d known how to for years. She was good at it, too, but Runa didn’t know that, and so Silver decided to play along. “What first?”

“Okay, so first we have to hold hands here – then I put my hand on your shoulder, you put your hand here, on my waist, just like that, yeah. I hope you’re okay with being the boy. I mean, I wouldn’t mind either way, but don’t think I could spin you,” Runa added, giggling.

“I doubt it very much. Now what?”

“Basically you just follow my feet. If I put my foot back, you put the opposite one forward, and if I move mine forward you move your back, and if it’s to the side …” Runa showed Silver the movements as she talked. “Well. You get the idea. Then you go out holding hands, back in, out, in, and then when we go out this time I’ll spin … whoop! And back to the first position. Hand on my waist. See?” Runa grinned. “You’re a natural.”

Silver smiled back, purposely messing up a step. “Sorry. Who’d have thought?”

Runa laughed, softly, and they kept dancing. “I didn’t think you’d say yes,” she admitted after a minute. “I’m glad you did. This is fun. I haven’t gotten to dance with anyone in a while.”

“Aw, come on,” Silver said, rolling her eyes and hiding a smile.

Runa stared up at Silver, narrowing her eyes a little like she was studying her face. “Hey, I can see that! You’re smiling! You’re having fun, admit it! Hey, look!” Runa stopped dancing abruptly and pointed at the window. “It’s snowing!”

“Huh.” Silver paused, looking out the window. It was dark out, and their reflections were more immediately visible, but Runa was right. It was snowing. She could feel Runa squeezing her hand excitedly. She wondered if the warmth in her face was from the heater or if she was blushing.

“Think we’re going to stay up much later?” Runa said.

“Well …” Silver looked back down at her, and found herself lightly squeezing Runa’s hand back. Runa had such small hands. Silver could easily cover them with her own. “Aren’t you going to teach me more?”

Runa paused, and then looked down, smiling. Silver thought that she saw her blushing a little. “Let’s make it a late night, then,” she said. “I can make hot chocolate too. But let’s finish this dance first.” She put her free hand back on Silver’s shoulder.

“All right, then.”

They danced slowly for a while, then faster, laughing when they messed up steps, then changing the records as they listened through them. Some of the songs had a good rhythm to dance to, and others were completely off beat, but it was fun to change the moves to try and make them fit. Runa took a turn spinning Silver by standing on the coffee table to be taller. Silver dipped Runa at the end of a dance, though only after a lot of coaxing – she didn’t want to accidentally drop her, but Runa insisted it would be fine, and it was. Runa’s braids touched the floor, and she laughed and made a pose.

It was hours past midnight when they finally got too tired to keep dancing. Runa made hot chocolate and they both sat on the couch with a blanket over their laps, watching a movie on Silver’s computer. The Princess Bride – Silver had never seen it, and Runa said it was a classic and that she had to watch it. There was still a small stack left of records left to listen to. They were being saved to listen to another day.

Silver was sitting against the armrest with her knees up, ignoring the ache in her side. Runa was curled up next to her, empty mug on the coffee table, leaning her head against Silver’s shoulder. Silver was frozen in her position. She didn’t want to move and make Runa lift her head. It felt reminiscent of having a pet on your lap and not being able to get up, but Silver realized she liked the feeling in this case. She glanced over to Runa, who shifted and snuggled up closer to Silver in a way that put Silver’s arm around her shoulder. Silver found herself relaxing a little as Runa leaned into her and pulled the blanket up to her chin.

Still reluctant to move and disturb Runa, Silver intentionally kept her focus on the movie (the Man in Black was sparring with the Spaniard), until she looked down a few minutes later and saw that Runa’s breathing was slow and even, and her eyes were closed. She had fallen asleep.

Silver had never found it so easy to fall asleep. She envied people who had no problems just closing their eyes and sleeping. Right now though … She stared at Runa for a moment, then leaned forward just a tiny bit so she could turn the volume down on her computer. This wasn’t so bad.

Runa was warm and nestled up against Silver, using her as a pillow. Outside, the snow was falling softly, and on the computer screen, a battle of wits was taking place for the life of Princess Buttercup. Everything was warm and quiet and still. Silver felt herself growing sleepy.

Maybe she didn’t mind the laundry tax so much, after all.

#and they were roommates #ocs #original characters #fluff #roommate AU #oneshot #laundry tax #does ... does this count as fanfic?#fluff prompt #dancing prompt

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obsessedwithegos · 1 year

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Is it cute aggression? Is it regular aggression? Who knows, but Bebê does get that urge to just want to crush Runa! They wouldn't, but the urge is certainly there!

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obsessedwithegos · 1 year

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Rescue? -Tiny Runa AU

CWs: Tiny whump, Mermaid whumpee, Fae carewhumper, Dog caretaker (?), Poor fish keeping conditions at a store, Starvation, Whumpee believing he’ll die, Whumpee being talked about like an animal at first, it/its pronouns used in an animal sense and unknown pronouns sense.

Runa: he/him Bebê: he/they Alure: she/her

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It had only been a week since Runa was kidnapped from his home, yet here he was laying on the bottom of a small plastic cup.

He had the perfect view of people entering and exiting the store, but no longer had the strength to try to make himself seen in an attempt to get help. He was hungry, tired, and the water was growing stale as the oxygen in it was running out.

He closed his eyes as they stung once more with tears. He wanted to go home, but that wasn’t going to happen, was it?

He was just going to die here, on display at this store, wasn’t he?

He didn’t bother to open his eyes again, as he tried to focus on hearing the people in the store. The people that were just out of his reach.

“Alure we’ve already walked around the store once, are you sure you don’t just want a toy?” One voice asked before Runa felt his cup being moved.

Rapid sniffing was heard, causing him to furrow his eyebrows.

“You.. Want a fish?” The voice asked.

The cup started to move as if being lifted, so he opened one of his eyes to see what was happening.

Two giant golden eyes stared at him. “This isn’t a fish..” The giant muttered before looking away from him. “Alure, are you positive? It looks pretty sick.”

The bark in response caused his ears to ring and his head to start spinning.

The giant sighed. “Alright. I did say I’d get you what you want. Let's go get some supplies for it.”

He closed his eye again, exhaustion starting to build more and more.

“I’ll be surprised if it makes it to tomorrow..” The giant commented.

As much as he wanted to keep listening, the exhaustion overcame him, causing everything to fade out as he unwillingly fell asleep.

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When Runa woke up he felt as though it was easier to breathe, and a pleasant smell was in the water. Though the material he was laying on wasn’t very comfortable.

Opening his eyes, he was met with a lot of pinks, oranges, and off whites outside of the.. Bowl? Was he in a bowl now?

Looking around he’d see that he was currently laying on colorful rocks, but not far from him was one familiar sight. A carrot slice.

It was enough to make his mouth water and to help him gather his strength to lift himself up to swim towards it. It was soft to the touch and still a bit warm, had it been boiled?

He didn’t care as he dug in, desperate for his first meal in days.

The sound of whining caught his attention, making him look around as he ate. He quickly spotted a very large fluffy dog that was staring right at him.

He didn’t have the energy to try to swim away from it, or to even feel scared. He just held onto the boiled carrot slice, hoping the dog wouldn’t take it somehow.

The dog would then turn away and run off to a figure in the room. A familiar figure, the giant from the store.

“What’s up Alure?” It asked, petting the dog as it looked away from the computer it was at. Then it looked over at the bowl; right at him.

“Well shit.. It’s awake.” It says, getting up from the computer and walking over to kneel in front of the bowl.

Runa managed to swim backwards a bit, taking another bite of his food.

“You’re alright for now.” The giant says, lowering its voice. “I would ask you some questions but you don’t look like you’re in the right state to answer. So.. I’ll introduce myself instead.”

He looks at it confused. Why does it have questions for him?

“I’m Bebê, I use they or he, and my dog is Alure. She’s a good girl.” Bebê introduces themself. “I don’t know much about mermaids, so. I hope carrots are okay for now.”

He slowly nods.

“Good! I want you to get better so I can learn more about you. You are utterly fascinating to look at.” They say, tapping the glass with their nail.

He flinches as the sound of the taps reverberating through the water.

“Sensitive to sound.. Noted.” They hum. “I’ll let you eat. I’ll bring another piece of carrot in a couple of minutes. Hopefully you’ll grow to like this place.”

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#trying to get back into the flow of creating after my break <3 #hoping this flows a lil better from past to present tense a lil better! thank you again for pointing that out Mill!#whump #whump tag #runa tag #Bebê tag #alure tag #tiny runa au #tiny whump #gt #gt whump #owe writing #mermaid whump #mer whump #ask to tag

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obsessedwithegos · 2 years

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My Art and Writing

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Below the cut are links to my art and writing, a brief description, and if they contain comfort or not. -Ask memes that involve writing are not included individually, they can all be viewed in my Prompted Writing Tag -Most of my characters are nonhuman, if you’re unsure of what a character is specifically feel free to refer to my whumpees, whumpers, caretakers, or other lists above!

Art

Scuffing the Gem - a 3 part art series with Mylien and Valen showing one of Mylien’s trainings involving air deprivation and the aftermaths. (+ramblings w/ @/emmettnet) *No comfort

Thei’s vampiric weaknesses - Thei explains if they are weak to the classic 4 vampiric weaknesses *No comfort

Feral Mylien - Art of Feral Mylien to the song ‘hell’s coming with me’ by poor man’s poison getting ready to get revenge on Valen *No comfort

Android Nova AU - An AU where Nova was turned into an android after accidentally being killed by her brother Mylien while trying to help him after he went feral. *No comfort

Tied up dor / Dangling dor - Dor being captured and tied up! *No comfort

Ring Cushion - Kira being used as a ring cushion for an iron ring while needing to also keep the ring box open! *No comfort (Tiny whump)

Bringing Kira to the boss - Collectors being pre vampire Kira to their boss! Kira still has some fight and a few choice words to yell despite being so small *No comfort (Tiny whump)

Flora and Kira’s first meeting - After Kira’s escape from Key they’ve been hiding in Misty Framingher Grove. After a year, the deity of the grove finally finds them. *Neutral, no hurt no comfort

Past Emil compared to Current Emil - Comparing a scene from before Emil met Tael and after he’s completely in captivity *No comfort

Called Off Experiment and Recovery Runa - Old art of Abaellis stabbing Runa after the mermaid had convinced him to call off an experiment. Also Runa post escape with his new pet starfish, Starburst *Comfort

Silver Chains - Emil’s bottom fangs were removed and replaced with silver bars and chains, allowing him to be strung up to be still for a new neck tattoo *No comfort

Catching Up On Sleep - Post escape Runa taking a nap with Starburst! *Comfort

Hurting An Angel - Art showing Angel, Bebê’s immortal pet whumpee who is more than thankful for the attention and to be hurt *No comfort

Writing

You’re not who you used to be, my dear Harmonie - Short lady whump between Harmonia and Death where Harmonia is punished for stabbing Death in the back with her own hook. *No comfort

All you need to do is scream - Azen is doing his job of torturing Azradel but accidentally takes it a little too far *Minor comfort- whumper turned caretaker

Thei’s backstory - The backstory of Thei, the vampiric tiefling who’s now a second in command and partner to a king. *Comfort

Respected wishes (p1) (p2) (p3) - 3 part lady whump series where Death finally listens to Harmonia’s wish to be left alone, but she does so a little too literally. *Comfort (P1) Little to no comfort (P2) Comfort (P3)

Smile for the camera (p1) (p2) (Inspo art by Iuca) - 2 part whump; After Runa was captured, Bebê decides he should make a reappearance on social media. Even if he ends up a little bloodied. Luckily for Runa, they end up not going for their original plan. *Fake comfort (P1) Whumper turned caretaker (P2)

“I’m sorry.” “What for? The eggs?” (Test explanation) - Ellis wakes up from a PTSD nightmare and tries to go about his morning, his teammate Cade accidentally triggers a memory and promptly helps him try to recover *Comfort

Mylien’s Memories - Mylien’s memories of his first encounter with Valen, where he was attacked by him. *No outright comfort, only implied

Trading places - Odrin was hired to save Runa from Bebê, unfortunately for him he ends up captured and he makes an offer to Bebê. To trade places with Runa.*No comfort

Runa’s Freedom (?) (p1) (p2) (p3) (p4) (p5) - A 5 part series of Runa finally getting freed from Bebê, however instead of being taken in by his friend he gets taken in by a fan who just wants to know all about what happened to him during his disappearance before he can go home with his parents *No comfort (P1) Brief then no comfort (P2 and P3) attempted and failed comfort (P4) Comfort (P5)

Bebê’s backstory (Pre-writing notes) - notes about Bebê’s hero to villain backstory. *No comfort but revenge

One last climb, Ironic isn’t it? (+art to go with it) - Lixue’s backstory of his first life and his death that resulted in him becoming a demon. *Bittersweet comfort at end

Lixue’s guilt and him being scolded by a child - Lixue has a nightmare about his guilt that resulted in him going to a guilt based hell, but he has no time to focus on it as his son, Abel, reminds him of a very important picnic they have *Semi comfort

The picnic - Lixue and Abel meet up with Myra for a picnic! Myra notices Lixue is a bit off and checks in on him *Comfort

It was an accident - Build up to Android AU Nova, where she gets shot by her brother, Mylien, who she was trying to help after he had went feral. *No comfort

New Techniques (requested) - After returning from a tattoo convention Tael is excited to try new techniques on Emil, one of which requires silver needles. *No comfort

Self Control - Tael tests Emil’s self control when it comes to hunger after he got too greedy, and a human finds themself in an unfortunate situation *No comfort

Kira’s Capture - An insight into Kira’s backstory, specifically of them having their own whumpee and their capture by Collectors *No comfort

Feeding Arrangements - Kira meets Emil for a 2nd time under very unfortunate circumstances! Key makes plans for the circumstances to happen again and then gets very upset when Kira doesn’t listen to her. *No comfort

The Boss - Kira meets the Collectors boss and their actions seal their fate of the cruel treatment they'll go through while in captivity *No comfort (Brief Tiny whump)

Godly Dream - During Kira’s first proper dream in years, they meet the fae god Monuri and an altercation occurs where Kira finally admits how they feel about being a fae. *No comfort

Kira’s Turning - Kira faces the consequences of their actions, vampiric consequences that their fae magic isn’t too happy about. *No comfort

Bad Things Happen Bingo - Takes you straight to the tag for ‘Bad Things Happen Bingo’ on my blog, series of various prompts from a Bad Things Happen Bingo Card!

Eli’s First Murder - Details about Eli’s first murder as he was searching for a way to feel something, sparking his journey into serial killer disguised as a priest. (Old writing) *Comfort for Eli

Eli and Azradel’s First Meeting - Father Eli learns he’s being demonically haunted but the demon wants to make it a bit more interesting for himself (Old writing) *No comfort

#bc it's a masterlist i'm not including my general tag list!#whump #whump tag #owe whump #whump writing #whump art #whump prompts #my whump #whump masterlist #whump masterpost #reblogging is okay!#ask to tag #whumplr

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obsessedwithegos · 2 years

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Whump Others Masterlist

Whump intro / Whump Boundaries / Nsfwhump blog (18+)

Writing Masterpost / Art Masterpost / Prompt Masterpost

My whumpees / whumpers / caretakers / other

Open for whump prompts and character interaction! (Ask box: Anon on , Submission box; for if the ask limits aren’t enough)

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AUs:

Model Au - Fashion designer and photographer Bebê and manager and publisher Alistair team up to launch a magazine called Playbê featuring their models Runa and Thei.

Recaptured Emil Au - Key recaptures Emil and gifts him to Kira.

Feral Mylien Au - Mylien goes feral, but not quite in the way that Valen expected.

Android Nova Au - While trying to help her brother while he’s feral, Nova gets fatally wounded and is unknowingly turned into an android to save her life.

A Fairy’s Pet Au - Pre-whumped Kira kidnaps Emil

Worst Timeline Emil - After being freed from Tael, Emil is taken by angels as a witness of Tael and as a prisoner.

Reversed Royalty AU - Prince Thei is the oddball of the Tiamat family, a criminal named Alistair gives him the experience of life that he’s been looking for

Unholy Swap AU - Swap AU with Emil and Tael

Waterlogged Fae AU - Swap AU with Runa and Bebê, where Runa never became a performer and Bebê is a fisherman that may or may not also fish for mermaids/sirens

The devil on a fairy’s shoulder AU - Swap AU with Kira and Key

Tiny Runa AU - An AU where a tiny Runa is kidnapped to become a pet fish

Swap Dor and Faust AU - Swap au of Dor and Faust

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Others art (Not always whump):

Willing test subject - emmettnet - Features Selin and Cal (Emmett’s character)

Smile for the Camera Runa (Commission) - iuca - Features Runa

Showing sewing progress (Commission) - thebluejaysworld - Features Eliza and Berkley (JJ’s character)

New Fangs for Eliza (Commission) - thebluejaysworld - Features Eliza and Berkley (JJ’s character)

A model for possible sale (Commission) - emmettnet - Features Runa, Bebê, and Vale (Emmett’s character)

Sharing comforts (Commission) - emmettnet - Features Eliza and Denice (Emmett’s character)

Distracting Art - emmettnet - Features Dirk (Emmett’s character) and Tael

Selin transforming and Ruru (Commissions) - INFERNOFEARR on twitter - Features Selin (x4) and Ruru

Totally Normal About Unicorns (+ art for @/thebluejayswhump) - emmettnet- Features Faust and Helgi, also Mibium and octavian (JJ’s characters)

Broken horn - emmettnet - Features Faust

Bell ringer - cremsie - Features Mylien

Floating - byte from silkenblankets - Features Runa

Hurt/Comfort (Gore warning) - iuca/jesterboy - features Emil

Let The Experiment Begin - emmettnet - Features Abaellis and Abaellis’s Shadow

#whump #whump tag #whump aus #whump art #whump others #whump masterlist #whump masterpost #whump others masterpost #Thank you for liking/reblogging if you do! :D #owe whump

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obsessedwithegos · 2 years

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Whump Art Masterpost

Whump intro / Whump Boundaries / Nsfwhump blog (18+)

Writing Masterpost / Prompt Masterpost / Other Masterpost

My whumpees / whumpers / caretakers / other

Open for whump prompts and character interaction! (Ask box: Anon on , Submission box; for if the ask limits aren’t enough)

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General art tag / prompted drawing tag

Scuffing the Gem - Features Mylien and Valen

Thei’s vampiric weaknesses - Features Thei

Feral Mylien - Features Mylien

Android Nova AU - Features Nova

Tied up dor / Dangling dor - Features Dor

Ring Cushion / Bringing Kira to the boss - Features Kira

Flora and Kira’s first meeting - Features Kira and Flora

Past Emil compared to Current Emil - Features Amanda, Emil, and Tael

Called Off Experiment and Recovery Runa - Features Abaellis and Runa

Silver Chains - Features Emil

Catching Up On Sleep - Features Runa

Hurting An Angel / Properly taken care of Angel - Features Angel

Lucky is he, Unlucky me - Features Crowbar/Eli, Azradel, and Selin

Jane Doe - Features Vin

Best Brother Selfie - Features Abel and Archeros

Migraine - Features Runa and Edsel

I Need An Exorcism - Features Emil and Tael

New, ‘Giant’, Test Subject - Features Bebê, Alure, Abaellis, and Selin

Unholy Swap AU Emil - Features Emil

Dahlia and her werewolf form - Features Dahlia

Tachycardia - Features Mylien

Sterling and their captive - Features Sterling and Sterling’s Captive

Euphoria (Recovery) - Features Emil

Emmettnet shelter pet AU You’re Not Welcome (Animatic) - Features Tael, Emil, and Madge

Happy Easter - Features Emil

One Hit - Features Lavern and Emil

Flies In A Web (Intro Post) - Features ??? ‘The Voice’, Aina, Rile, Valerie, Eliza, Ralf, Sera, Claude, and Scotty

Photo Op - Features TDOAFS Key and TDOAFS Kira

Trapped in a cup - Features tiny Runa

Could crush so easily - Features Bebê and tiny Runa

Come to the Void King - Features Void King and Vrex

Stick Slappy Hand Kira - Features Bebê and Kira

Atda’s Blessing - Features Emil and Atda

Staked but Alive - Features Emil

Post Stress Relief Thinking - Features Kira

You Look Better Beaten - Features Emil

Logan’s brand, and he got his ass beaten by ghosts - Features Logan (x5)

She finally said yes - Features Florance

#whump #whump tag #whump art #whumplr #whump masterpost #whump masterlist #whump art masterpost #Thank you for liking/reblogging if you do! :D #owe whump #This includes art that has context of whump but no visible whump happening!#This doesn't include WIPs I have intent of finishing :>

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obsessedwithegos · 2 years

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Current writing plans! go!

Going from top (oldest) to bottom (newest) in my writing ideas channel!

-'You're Safe Now, Thei' - a link to a fic i never finished with Thei after he was rescued by Sirea during Alistair's down fall! I'm not happy with the pacing of it and how some things turned out so it might not ever be finished but maybe I'll re write it!

-Punishment idea for Thei involving sensory deprivation, sensory overload, and also branding with a silver cookie cutter (Consensual whumping)

-Feral Mylien fuckin kills Valen, as deserved.

-Valen's POV of his attack on Mylien, which was also how they first met and where Valen obsession began

-The next one is just easier to copy and paste

-Odrin trying to not be defiant due to agreeing to trade places with Runa, so he actively bites his tongue around Bebê.

-gets to a point where Bebê tells him to beg and w/o thinking he says something along the lines of 'fuck you' or 'go fuck yourself'

-bebê pauses for a moment before grabbing Odrin by the hair and dragging him over to the area they used to keep Runa in for live steaming his torture and throws him on the ground in front of the camera. Bebê gives him an option "Want to try that again? Or would you rather the entire city watch their precious hero not even try fight back against their dreaded villain?"

-Android nova au

-AU where Valen reunites w/ his parents

-This prompt with Bebê and Angel (Later added on: When Bebê gets a pet, it'll become a side kick of sorts and will be there with them during Odrin's captivity)

-This prompt with Bebê and Odrin

-Kira interacting with their brothers somehow

-Collectors seeing how durable Kira is now and seeing if they have fast healing, while in tiny form.

-model au Runa thanking the livestream donators for their donations and torture ideas (while mentally yelling at them) (Model au bc normal Runa never got to be that conditioned) (Maybe the donators giving Runa sadistic choices as well?)

-The scene of Eli's slow murder via deadly nightshade in his tea. (5 cups MINIMUM) The murderer is Death herself in her humanoid disguise. Crossing over with BTHB ‘Gaslighting’ because she’s be gaslighting him into thinking he’s fine when his mask starts slipping and his panic is starting to show. (Add on at the end of a grim reaper coming to get her to inform a soul has gone missing. When asked which one, she's informed it was one named Eli. ) [In progress]

-Mylien with BTHB ‘drugging’, Valen drugs Mylien and brings him to his other felitaur friends to scare him. they have permission to scratch, cut, and bite him because Valen wants to drill it into Mylien’s head that he can keep him safe if he just lets him.

general: @emmettnet @thebluejaysworld

Kira story/Runa tag: @whumpsday

#owe answers #diye asks themself things #whump #whump tag #ask to tag #my ADHD medicine in starting to work and now my brain wants me to just make lists of things and show yall dsjkghsdjfhgkj

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obsessedwithegos · 2 years

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Whump Masterpost

Whump Intro

Whump content I’ve created or that are important relating to my characters can be found here! I’ll be updating this as often as I can! :>

(Note: Things marked as comfort aren’t all comfort! They contain comfort in them!)

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Scuffing The Gem - a 3 part art whump with Valen and Mylien (both taurs) (Here is also some ramblings between @/darkwarfy and I caused by the series) *No comfort

You’re not who you used to be, my dear Harmonie - lady whump with Harmonia (an angel) and Death (the entity of death itself) *No comfort

‘Look at me’ Prompt - lady whump with Harmonia and Death *Slight comfort

‘How long did you think you could hide that?’ Prompt - attempted caretaking whump with Gerolt (a naga) and Mylien (a cervitaur) *Attempted comfort

All you need to do is scream - Azen (a devil) tortures Azradel (a demon) as part of his job but accidentally goes too far *Minor comfort /Whumper turned caretaker

Thei’s backstory - the backstory of my Vampire Tiefling whumpee, Thei! *Comfort (?)

Thei’s vampiric weaknesses - Thei answers a question about his weaknesses as a vampire ((W/ art!))

Respected Wishes (p1) (p2) (p3) -a 3 part lady whump with Harmonia and Death where Death finally respects Harmonia’s wish to leave her alone *Comfort (P1) Little to no comfort (P2) Comfort (P3)

Smile For The Camera! (p1) (p2) -a 2 part mermaid camera whump with Runa (a mermaid), Abaellis (a human possessed by a demon), and Bebê (a bee fae) *Inspo art *Fake comfort (p1) Whumper turned caretaker (p2)

“I’m sorry” “What for? The eggs?” - Ellis (an elk cervitaur) had a long sleepless night, after accidentally being triggered Cade (a werewolf) helps bring him back down, comfort him, and offer to help him make breakfast *Comfort! (Test explanation)

Mylien’s memories - a messy writing of Mylien’s memories about his attack/first meeting with Valen *No outright comfort, only implied

Trading places - a snippet of Odrin (a hero dragon) being threatened by Bebê and ending up trading places with Runa to save him from Bebê *No comfort

Runa’s Freedom (?) (p1) (p2) (p3) (p4) -A series of Runa finally getting freed from Bebê, however instead of being taken in by his friend he gets taken in by a fan who just wants to know all about what happened to him during his disappearance *No comfort (P1) Brief then no comfort (P2 and P3) attempted and failed comfort (P4) (On Pause)

Bebê‘s backstory (pre writing notes) -notes about Bebê’s hero to villain backstory before I write it. *No comfort but revenge

One last climb. Ironic, isn’t it? - Lixue’s (an ice demon but at the time human) backstory and death *Bittersweet comfort at end

Lixue’s guilt and him being scolded by a child - Lixue has a nightmare about his guilt, but his son Abel (a half demon half siren) reminds him of a very important picnic they have *Semi comfort

The picnic - Lixue and Abel meet up with Myra (a siren) for a picnic! Myra notices Lixue is a bit off and checks in on him *Comfort

It was an accident - Build up to Android AU Nova (a cervitaur), where she gets shot by her brother, Mylien, who she was trying to help after he had went feral. *No comfort

New Techniques - (requested) Emil (a vampire) being tattooed with silver needles by Tael (a demon) *No comfort Self Control - Tael tests Emil’s self control when it comes to hunger after he got too greedy, and a human finds themself in an unfortunate situation *No comfort

Kira’s Capture - Some insight to Kira’s (currently a vampiric fairy) backstory, mainly showing some of them whumping Tris (a fairy) and their own capture by Collectors *No comfort

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Whump prompts!

whumper calling whumpee pet names

whumper punches whumpee to talk down to them

conditioned whumpee is offered freedom

whumpee has sensitive hearing

whumpee breaks in a way whumper doesn’t expect

is whumper bluffing?

Tattoos

Tiny whump; automatic timed waterboarding

Weak ankles (+questions)

Fillings (CW: mouth whump)

Bite (CW: biting off limb threat)

A promise is a promise (CW: kidnapping)

Tiny whump: Pottery wheel (+ questions + potential gore under the cut)

Tiny whump: Stashed away

Hot wire

#whump #whump tag #owe whump #whump writing #whump art #whump prompts #my writing #my art #whump masterpost #whump masterlist #I wanted to make this an actual post so i could pin it at the top #reblogging this is ok btw!!!

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hi baby! CONGRATS 🎉 on 200!! HEHE and ur wish is my command— tho, this time, i’ll put off friends to lovers for mafia!au whew 😆 and my favourite boy, mr bokuto koutarou <33 (i think i’m rlly in lovvv w him 🥲) i love u!! hope u enjoy writing this hehehe 💙

atiq, sweetie!! thanks so much for requesting from me!! and thanks for always swapping ideas for haikyuu with me 🥺 i love our interactions and everything you add to our discussions is always so golden!! your mind? amazing, astronomical, built different. and i know how much you love kou so i’ll work extra hard on this request for you!! ilyyy 🥰 and i hope you enjoy it!! i cannot tell you how badly i wanted to write a mafia au for a while and i was actually hoping that someone would request one for me for this event! originally i had three different ideas for this oneshot, but across all three i wanted our reader to be in a oosition of power — a ruler rather than a bystander in the grand theme of things of that makes sense? i just... i really like writing female characters with a strong presence that you can feel pressuring you whenever you’re around her. when i chose this route for the plot, i added a little twist to it since i thought forbidden lovers would be another good fit for this — i hope this is okay with you? it still falls under your original request but with just a touch of another really fun trope! uhhh for the song i did struggle a little with choosing it, but i think the vibe of this song fits better than what i had in mind? it the lyrics capture the whole “i’m helpless when it comes to you” theme that i wanted to put into this oneshot, like it’s a sensation that the other person has so much power over them that they can’t resist. anyways enough with my rambling — please enjoy the story! and as always, don’t be afraid to tell me what you all thought of it 💕 and a big thank you to runa for giving me a hand with writing this when i got stuck! ily wifey 🥰

WHERE YOUR LIGHT SHINES BRIGHTEST ➽ KOUTARO BOKUTO x READER

genre: drama— tiny bit of angst if you squint

au: mafia au with some hints of forbidden lovers

warnings: none other than the au type if that makes anyone uncomfortable!

your relationship with him is like something written straight out of fiction — the tale of two lovers whose paths should never meet.

as the rules dictate, a queen should never kiss the hand of her servant. it’s unheard of — the mere thought of it could be called ridiculous had it ever left from your lips. and even you had frowned upon it once upon a time. back then, you would never have even entertained the notion of love within your business. the word love has no place inside a frozen heart, it’s petals without a home on cold northern land. as a woman in your world, you couldn’t afford love, not with your money, nor with your time. to you, all it had ever been was something too expensive and not worth the pain that would trail after its name. and so, the empress closes her heart and builds her throne on the skulls of men who dared to challenge her power, sews her dresses from their flesh and blood and decorates her neck with silver bones, her fingers with rings of thorn. you become a force in the underworld, one that demands respect with your name alone and causes the blood of those who should doubt you to run cold with fear. in the cruel and unforgiving world of pain and bloodshed, you blossom beautifully, and you run your empire on the same harsh principles that you once fought against to get to the top.

but the queen, she has a weakness — one lonely spear that rests right over her heart, piercing the skin there and drawing rivers of blood from her opening wounds. the queen who once spat on that four-letter word and scorned it with every part of her being, she fell in love with her right hand man. you couldn’t stop yourself from melting into golden eyes that shine like the sun itself, you’re rendered defenseless in the face of his light that shines like a beacon in your dark world. you’re a moth to his flame, and you so carelessly let yourself burn on embers of adoration and worship. for him, you abandon your personal code and allow your heart to dance in the palm of his hand. for koutaro bokuto, you allow yourself to bury your crown on a sandy beach, you let him pull you into golden waters and teach you how to swim in his ocean.

music blares outside of the private room, where neon red lights hide the trails that his lips leave across your skin. he fills you lungs with a subtle aroma of sweet oranges and a sort of earthy scent that’s almost lost under the overwhelming smell of gunmetal and blood that clings almost desperately to his clothes— as if to suffocate his fire and leave the both of you cold. when you pull away from his arms, you find his golden eyes already searching for you through black and white strands of hair that you gently brush from his forehead; he leans into your touch with his eyes closed, and his lips come apart to exhale the weight that sits on the both of your chest. the gun in his belt suddenly becomes heavier, as if it would pull him under if it weren’t for your hands around his waist, supporting his body when he tiredly collapsed into you. guilt turns your stomach over with a sickness so powerful that your resolve wavers, flickering like the surface of a calm lake disturbed by a single stone — that stone, you think bitterly, is your throne. the empire you’d created that you can no longer run from.

“you did well for me, kou,” you whisper against his skin, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek and sinking further into his arms as if to permanently mold your bodies together. “you always do so well.”

he pulls back once again to lock gazes with you, golden hues drinking red wine to shine on a sunset blaze. you see his lips pull upwards in the beginning of a smile as your thumb traces the shape of his jawline, his hand coming up to cradle your own when he leans into your touch. “i live to serve you, my queen,” he mutters into your palm, and you swear you feel the devotion behind his words as they rumble across your skin like thunder. “i’ll do anything for you — just give me the order and i’ll get it done.”

you bring his face closer to yours and press your lips against his, feeling his entire body relax above you as his hands lock around your waist, draws you closer into him so that your figure curves into him. what space once existed between the two of you vanishes as you steal his breath from his lungs and lose yourself on sweet ocean waves. your voice of reason goes muted under every hushed gasp that falls from your caving chests chests, codes and conduct vanish beneath the heavy base of the music that blasts from outside the private room. when you pull away, the both of you are breathless, left to drag in slow, heaving gasps as if the air surrounding you both had vanished.“good,” your lips brush against his lips, your eyes flutter closed as your forehead leans against his. and you don’t dare doubt the validity of his words — in your world, an oath bears the same weight as a pound of flesh. false promises are punished in blood and sacrifice, and one would do well to quickly learn to never lie under any circumstance.

your smile softens on its edges as you press your head against his chest, falling into the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat. a queen can’t afford to fall in love in such a dark world, but you think that, for koutaro, it’s alright to let your guard down and offer him your heart.

he would never betray you, after all.

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