Guess who just realized they didn't tag a bunch of their posts and got like, really depressed and stopped writing!!!
In all honesty I'm juggling a few projects rn, but I'll try to get back to this (even if it's poorly made and even more poorly planned) for the few people who were consistently reading the updates. Thank you for sticking around so long!!!
Guess who just realized they didn't tag a bunch of their posts and got like, really depressed and stopped writing!!!
In all honesty I'm juggling a few projects rn, but I'll try to get back to this (even if it's poorly made and even more poorly planned) for the few people who were consistently reading the updates. Thank you for sticking around so long!!!
Guy woke up early for once. Which, was incredibly rude considering it was his day off. What was that about? Sure, he'd had more energy recently, but he still almost overslept like five times this week, and now here he was waking up way too early! Complete bullshit.
His eyes landed on his partner, curled up in bed beside him, still peacefully asleep. He let his gaze drift over their body, every inch of them was perfect and more beautiful than anything he'd ever seen, practically divine. Sure, he tended to be dramatic and overly affectionate, but how could he not be? He felt so strongly for this person beside him he couldn't contain it.
He wanted to kiss them all over, gently pulling them out of sleep with his love and reverence, but he knew how bad of an idea that was. Sure, they were adorable and cuddly when half asleep, but if they saw how early it was Guy would get his ass beat immediately.
He hesitated, already hovering near them, wanting desperately to show his love without disturbing them. He pressed a soft kiss to their temple, quietly murmuring praise and words of affection to his beloved. They made a small noise, nestling deeper into their pillow.
He smiled, carefully slipping out of bed. If he couldn't unleash the full force of his love with words or physical touch, he could find a different way to show it.
Guy flopped onto their bed, throwing his arms around his beloved partner, peppering every inch of visible skin in kisses. They made an adorable sleepy noise in response, squirming slightly "noo, let me sleeeep."
Their words were slightly drawn out in the adorable way they always got when sleepy, filling Guy with so much love and admiration he couldn't help pulling them into him, lightly squeezing "good morning Honey!"
They finally opened their eyes to meet his before burying their face in his chest with a groan "no. Too early."
He chuckled, placing a small kiss on the side of their face, leaning into their ear and whispering softly "I don't get no sleep cause of y'all, y'all never gonna sleep cause of me"
He started giggling half way through, especially when Honey realized what he was saying and groaned, smacking his shoulder "why are you like this?"
He was still laughing "awh fuck, I can't believe you've done this!" Honey then started trying to shove him out of bed.
"Nope. No more. Good bye."
"waitwaitwait! No, Honey, I'm sorry! Don't kick me out, I looooove you! Mwwwwah!" He clung onto his partner, giving them an overly dramatic kiss, and earning himself a grumble as they decided trying to get rid of him was too much work while half asleep.
"thaaaank you Honey! My precious Honey baby, my Honey baby doll, my-" Honey glared at him, grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.
Guy instantly dissolved into it. There were very few things in this world he loved more then his partners lips on his, and the few things still had something to do with his Honey. Most of them were inappropriate, but hey, who wouldn't love spicy time with someone as amazing as his lover?
They pulled apart, just looking into each other's eyes while they caught their breath "Wtf, is that allowed?" Honey smacked him again as he giggled maniacally.
"I can't even remember what that's a reference to right now, but no. Absolutely not."
"Oh Honey, you need to watch more vines."
"No, i really don't think I do." They cuddled back into his chest
He pressed a kiss just above their ear, his need to stir shit up not yet fulfilled. "But Honey, we were roommates."
They pulled back, glared at him, gently held his face between their hands, a soft, almost melancholic expression on their face and said "Is there anything in this silly, pretty little head of yours besides references?"
He smiled cheerfully "Nope! this bitch empty-"
"No." Honey rolled over, finally done with his bullshit. He grinned, now with an opening to pour all his affection on to them freely.
He wrapped his arms around their waist peppering their neck and shoulders with kisses "Hoooooneeeeeey I looooooove yooooouuuuuuu."
They grumbled in response as he continued kissing every inch of skin he could get access to, gently rubbing their sides "I love you so so much, my beautiful perfect lovely honey."
They finally relented, turning their head to the side and giving him a proper kiss. "I'm assuming you have a good reason for waking me up. Actually, let me rephrase that. You'd better have a good reason for waking me up."
He grinned kissing their cheek "I made breakfast. And before you start getting all grumbly about your to do list for the day, I did all of it already."
"Really? You did the dishes?"
"Yep!"
"The laundry?"
"Of course Honey buns!"
"Even the bathroom?"
He paused "huh, I knew I was forgetting something. Which is impressive considering you had an actual list of all the jobs. And you know, since I did something oh so very impressive, I think I deserve another kiss. Ya know? Just a little, teeny tiny, itty bitty, kiss. With tongue. Please and thank you."
They scoffed but pulled him in for a kiss anyways. Both of them breathing heavier by the time they separate. "You sir, have had way too much energy recently. It makes no sense."
He shrugged "I dunno. I've just been feeling really good recently. Half the time my chest feels like it's buzzing. What about you? Any new weird dreams."
They nod "Yeah, another one. I was standing in some old clock tower type building, watching the town beneath. It was so vivid and detailed. There were pigeons in the roof, I could hear the gears of the clock, and the town felt so real."
"Huh, so still just watching things happen? Nothing else happened?"
"Nope. Just watched them. It was peaceful though, if not a bit bittersweet."
"well, at least you got to rest more. That's always nice. I hate when you wake up and still feel tired. Oh! Or, even worse when you wake up all sore in random places, what is up with that? Am I doing cardio in my sleep I don't know about? When. I say I love bedroom exercise I mean something a lil more fun, eh~ Ow! Ok! No need to hit me! Your so mean, all the time. What about my sweet lovey dovey Honey?"
He was glad to get them back to normal. Recently he noticed whenever he rambled the soft, loving look they normally gave him would shift to something knowing and then something sad. He didn't know why, but he could tell they weren't ready to talk yet. So he kept things light and fun, pulling them back whenever he could. Anything for them.
He let his own expression soften, speaking earnestly "hey, I really do love you Honey. So much. I almost can't believe it sometimes."
They met his eyes, filled with love and returned his expression, gently kissing his lips. They let the moment linger "I love you too, Guy. More than I have words to say."
He felt the warmth in his chest grow with the buzzing as he nestled back into them. Yeah, he really would do anything for them.
Tw: blood and injuries, violence, non consensual biting, discussion of non consensual turning
The sound of Treasures feet hitting the ground was going its best to catch up with the sound of their heart pounding. Everything was going wrong tonight. What started out as a nice date with their boyfriend had turned into a revenge ambush. He had told them to run; so they did.
They knew he could handle himself, and their presence would put him at more risk. Sure, they managed to dodge one of the vampires, something that gave everyone pause, but they didn't know how to fight well enough for that to matter.
Thankfully, they knew these woods well, already having memorized where the best places to hide and the fastest routes out. That had to be the reason the vamp following them hadn't caught up.
Their chest burned and their legs ached, but they couldn't stop, couldn't think about what happened. All they could do was keep running until Porter could come help them. It felt shitty, not being able to protect themself, but what was a human supposed to do against a vampire? It wasn't like silver, or garlic, or something holy could help. They could stab them, but even if it landed that would barely do anything to them. So they kept running.
They should feel their wall weakening. It was something that had always been there. The feeling of something separate inside them. Everyone said they were imagining things, but they could feel when it was thin and thick, something on the other side. Now, it was at the thinnest it's ever been.
An idea occurred to them, Porter had explained latency, maybe it was something like that. Maybe they could do something to save themself. So they pushed back. The wall bent and gave a little, enough for them to feel something. This could work. So they kept going.
They should have been paying more attention to what they were doing, that was their first thought when they tripped and fell- tearing open the skin on their arms and legs. In a second the vampire was on them. No more running.
Fangs dug into their neck, an explosion of pain ripped through their body, stealing their breath and making their head spin. The feeling was world apart from the loving bites they were used to. They tried to fight back, but the vampire met their eyes and the fight vanished. Their body froze up completely, relaxing involuntarily into the hands of the one who wanted to hurt them.
The loss of control triggered more fear and pain then they had ever felt, more than made sense in retrospect, but it gave them the push they needed; finally breaking past that barrier and feeling something flood their system, a mix of energy and light.
They tried to fight back, the second their hand touched the vampire it erupted into flames, the two of them separating in panic.
"holy shit-" the vampire was ash in seconds
"did I..." No one else was around, just them. For a few seconds at least. Then they heard rapid footsteps. Three sets of them. Definitely not Porter.
With no more time to think, they scrambled to their feet, pushing down the pain as they ran again. They could feel warmth all up their arms, but couldn't discern the source. They could try whatever had just happened, but they didn't know how reliable it would be, so as always they fell back to the one thing they could count on: themself.
Treasure was getting tired, and the footsteps behind them were getting closer and closer. another set had joined the chase, hopefully Porters this time. They knew they couldn't keep running for long, they were coming up to a cliff Porter had shown them.
They could still feel the current running through their body. They had to try and use it, or they would be cornered. So they turned to face the oncoming vampires. Their heart pounding in their chest seemed to fuel the heat, moving it faster and generating more, until it was practically burning them up. So they focused just in front of the vamps, and pushed it out.
A wall of flames erupted instantly, scorching the trees and ashing the vampires who had been moving too fast to stop in time. They closed their hand on instinct, shutting off the fire before it could spread to the surrounding trees. They were panting and probably sweating.
"What in bloody hell was that?" Porter had been far enough away to stop in time. He stared at Treasure in shock.
The power snapped right back out of their body; sealing itself behind a now much weaker wall, leaving them freezing and exhausted. They collapsed, Porter catching them in a second.
"Treasure, I'm so sorry, this never should have been able to happen. We'll figure this out, I promise. Let's get you somewhere safe." He was holding them like they were glass.
"Porter, I'm fine. I barely got hurt."
"It may not hurt, but it'll still be an adjustment. You can stay with me while we get you sorted-"
They pulled back a bit; confusion etched into their face "Get what sorted? Porter what's going on?"
"Treasure, you have a vampiric core, you were turned. How could you have not noticed?"
"There's no way! I didn't drink any of their blood, I couldn't have turned, it's not possible, right?"
Porter looked even more confused "that... shouldn't be... that's not possible."
"I mean, sure one of the assholes bit me, but I didn't drink any of their blood! I would've noticed that!" His hand gently cupped their neck, healing the bite.
"I-... this doesn't make sense." He sighed "But, I suppose we can figure it out later. For now, let's get you healed and safe, alright?"
"Yeah, ok. Can you carry me back? My legs feel like they are dying." He chuckled despite everything, lovingly meeting their eyes
Alr, I realized I should probably put some tws on my fic updates, so I went back and added those. I also added tags specifically for this au. Treasure should be out any day now! Thank you to everyone who's read and interacted with my au :]
The warm sun across their face gently woke Angel from their sleep, the dull ache in their back returning with consciousness. With a small whine they nestled themself into their husbands back, wishing for the moment of peace to return.
David grumbled and rolled over, carefully dropping an arm over their side, avoiding the parts that hurt. "Still sore?"
They grumbled a confirmation "god, it's been sore for weeks, this is bullshit. Is this how you feel when I claw the fuck out of you back? Maybe I should stop."
He chuckled and kissed the side of their face "I doubt they feel the same. You can keep doing it."
They both stayed quiet for a minute, just soaking in the warm, soft morning together, sprinkling kisses across each other's skin as Angel tried to push down the growing soreness in their back. David's hand pressed into the side of their back, drawing out an involuntary hiss of pain.
"shit, sorry, are you alright Angel?"
They nod "yeah, I'm fine. Just... God, can my back fuck off?" He laughed, such a beautiful, warm and smooth sound. They could never get over how good it felt to hear.
"want me to massage it for you? It might help for a bit" they nod, pouting slightly.
"yeah, just don't make yourself late for work." He smiled and kissed the top of their head
"of course not, Angel." His words were so soft, they could feel every ounce of love he put into them.
Angel probably could have fallen asleep right there. Their husband carefully massaging the aches out of their back while whispering about how much he loves them, ghosting kisses across their skin. He was careful not to push too hard, especially not on their sore spots.
David chuckled "Well someone's vocal today." They hadn't even realised how much noise they were making, but it felt too good for them to be embarrassed. David stopped at their shoulder blades.
"hmm. Stay still for a moment, Angel"
"something wrong?" They let out a small hiss as he pressed down, gently checking something.
"there's a bump over your shoulder blades. We should get a doctor to check that out. Have you been feeling sick or anything recently"
They sat up, reaching to try and feel what David was talking about, letting him guide their hand to the spot he found "no? If anything I've been feeling better than normal recently. It's probably nothing. I'll make an appointment later today anyways, just to be safe."
He pressed a soft kiss to the side of their neck "let's hope it really is nothing."
Alr, the next highest in the poll was Angel! I think their update may be one of the least angsty! (for now) I hope you all liked Darlins, and are ready for some mildly concerning fluff!
Tw: blood, discussing of violence and fights, angst (?)
The door slammed shut behind them, back pressed hard against the wood as the slowly sank to the floor, cradling their bleeding wounds. They looked down at their side, drenched in deep red blood and the first thought in their mind was "fuck, where's Sam?"
They felt a spark of pride in that, pushing themself up, moving for the bathroom. They weren't good enough with magic to heal themself, but instead of thinking about how to hide it or something, the first thought they had was to find help. Oh how much things had changed.
Pain was still coursing through every inch of their body, but it had become easier and easier to ignore. They continued slowly, grabbing the house phone on the way. It was something Sam insisted on having that was now coming in handy with their phone in pieces somewhere in the middle of the woods.
It went to voicemail which didn't surprise them since Sam was doing his job as a healer so they just left him a message "hey, Sam. Quinn set up a little gift for me apparently. I'm not too bad hurt, I can patch myself up till you get here. They destroyed my phone though, so don't try reaching me there. See you soon, love you." With that out of the way they limped to the bathroom to clean their wounds till they could be properly healed
To no one's surprise, Sam was distressed. When he got a message from his mate telling him that their dead, psycho ex had "left them a gift" he was already half way across town by the time the voicemail finished. He liked driving, but fuck that would take too long. So he ran home, making a mental note to get his truck the next day.
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧
When he got to their little house in the woods he practically threw the door open, panic singing in his core. He smelt blood, and saw it too. Drips on the porch, coating the door handle and now on the floor of their home. He couldn't see them, couldn't hear them and it scared him.
"Darlin? Darlin where are you?" He was able to search the house in seconds using his vamp speed, ending up in front of one of the bathrooms, blood on the handle, locked from the inside. It had to be them. He knocked on the door
"Darlin! Are you alright? What happened? Are ya hurt?"
"I'm fine Sam, nothing big." Their voice sounded off, strained and scared. Something was wrong. But at least they were talking and alive.
He scoffed "I'll be the judge of that." They slowly opened the door and he felt a chill sweep through his body.
They looked almost as bad as that first night he showed up to heal them. Their clothes were barely hanging on, every inch of them covered in blood, a giant purple bruise over one of their eyes. "Shit Darlin-"
"I know it looks bad, but I'm not really hurt-"
"like hell you aren't! You're drenched in blood, and don't try lyin sayin none of it's yours!"
"ok, yes, some of it was mine but I'm not hurt. I promise."
"show me" they sighed, rolling their eyes
"this again? I'm fine." He crossed his arms in response.
"you said you were hurt on the phone, now you insist you're fine. I know you. you aren't. Now strip."
They grumbled something about how he could at least try to make it sexy as they pulled off their clothes. Sam opted to focus on grabbing a cloth, running it under warm water so he could wipe the blood away.
To his surprise and relief, a few bruises seemed to be the worst of it. He let out a sigh "thank God. But why'd you say over the phone that ya got hurt?"
"cause I did"
"I'm not seeing anything, did ya break something?"
They nod "I did."
"where? Can I touch?"
They nodded again "some ribs and my leg"
He ran his hand over the side of their ribs, gently pressing to search for the breaks. Nothing. He knelt down to check over their legs, both fully intact "Darlin, im not finding anythin."
"I'm not hurt anymore"
He meets their eyes before standing back up "did ya heal yourself? I'm impressed if s-"
"I didn't."
He paused for a moment "then how the hell-"
The mask finally broke. Fear, confusion and exhaustion etched into their face. He pulled them to his chest, their shoulders slumped in exhaustion.
"I don't know, I was hurt, pretty badly! I was all cut up, and bleeding and I could barely breathe or move my leg without wanting to scream, but it just-... started getting better! It doesn't make sense, but I watched them heal, I don't know how!"
He squeezed them gently, rubbing small circles into their back "hey, hey, it's alright Darlin, you're ok. Your magic probably just took over without you noticin."
He could tell they didn't believe him, he didn't either. But they didn't argue for now. "Any chance ya can tell me what happened now? Or is that a later thing?"
Tank sighed "I went out for a run and got ambushed by vamps. Apparently when Quinn realized he wasn't making it out alive, he decided to call some friends for an attack long after he died. That way my guard would be down."
"Jesus Darlin, how many?"
"four." He stared at them, unsure if he heard that right
"pardon? You got ambushed by four vamps!? Jesus Darlin." He lifted them off the ground before they could protest, sitting them on the bathroom counter, meeting their eyes just in time to watch as the bruise over their left eye started to shrink and fade
"The hell?"
Their hand came up to lightly poke at their face where the bruise had been "yeah, that's what they all did. Just... Faded away like they were never there. I didn't even get any new scars out of it. It doesn't feel like my magic. I can feel something, but it's different." They sounded so tired, no longer confused or scared. Hell, they'd probably been confused and scared for hours before he got to them.
Sam gently pulled his mate back into his arms "I'll ask around. See if anyone heard of something similar. For now, let's get you to bed, Darlin. Healed or not, you need rest."
They nodded into the crook of his neck as he lifted them, not even fighting being forced to rest. He still had questions, of course he did. But that could wait. All that mattered now was his mate and making sure they were safe and comfortable in his arms.
Alright, figured I'd start trying to write out something for this au I came up with, I haven't written for awhile so I hope you all like it!
Silent gods au pt 1: Sunshine pt 1! :>
Tw: abduction, kidnapping, (Sunshine's back in the basement)
They had already been down in the basement for days, kept in a small, cold concert room with the bare necessities. It felt worse after Elliot left. The ropes cut into their wrists, the cool wood of the chair against their back.
Being tied to a chair meant someone was coming, normally it was Blake trying to draw out Brachium again. This time it was supposed to be someone named Scorpius to modify their memories. They weren't sure how it worked, but it wouldn't be good for them. It never was.
The buzzing had gotten worse. A dull humming that felt like it came from their soul now reverberating through their bones and into every part of their body. It had always been there, but no one was ever able to find anything wrong with them so they just accepted it. It got worse every day they stayed here.
They wanted out. To no one's surprise, being stuck kind of sucked. Their mind flashed back to the shade they had seen, it didn't evoke fear like it probably should have, instead an aggressive discomfort ripped through them, like it shouldn't be there. Maybe even a bit of plain old anger, but not any real fear, not until Blake used it to threaten them.
Their breathing turned weird, a dull layered sound, almost a rasp. The humming spiked, seeming to take over their body. They relaxed. They would get out, they would find a way with whatever at their disposal, before Brachium had to answer Blake. The humming filled their ears as their certainty grew.
Someone peaked through the slot in the door to check on them and did a double take "what the fuck is wrong with you?!"
They raised their head to meet his eyes, their vision somehow blurry and clearer than it had ever been and the ropes snapped.
Just curious, how interested would people be in a redacted au (one shots or full story) revolving around at least a handful of the listeners being reincarnated gods and slowly finding that out?
Alr, for the people who wanted a bit more information, here's what I got so far
This au would mostly center around the unempowered humans gaining divinity and the struggles that come with that.
In terms of work building, they would be elegies gods, each of which gave a gift and tied themselves to it, except instead of things like death and the sky, it's things like freedom and creativity. (I have some ideas for who would be what)
In order to not lose touch with their creations they sealed off a large portion of their powers, opting to live as humans and reincarnate instead of entering death.
Their powers and memories are returning in response to the sovereigns interfering in their world and attempting to return. The two types of magic, elegies and arias, don't mesh well which is why they almost always reincarnate as unempowered humans, the one exception being if they are raised around magic, in which case they can develop a sort of pseudo core and powers in order to blend in. (Yes I'm making Tank a god)
If you have any ideas or suggestions please let me know! (The tags may include who would be involved)
