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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Mekaelin
Summary:
In which ghosts plague the brave captain within his lonely prison cell.
I did it! A very last minute attempt at an entry for the 2025 (2026?) Unsounded fanworks contest! It's been a rough few months on my end, so I didn't start working on this until, uh, [looks at calendar] a day and a half ago at 4am lmao.
I simply hope this is good enough to entertain! I just wanted to contribute something~
Also! Unsounded's direct sequel, The Red Cost, dropped its prologue today! So go check that out!
Anyway, I hope this at least entertains!
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Virgin snow blanketed the streets before him, muffling the usual sounds of his beloved city. His home. Night had fallen—or had the sun never crested the horizon?—leaving a scant few lamps to light the way. It was a dim glow, feeble, as if the darkness itself smothered each lantern’s attempts to chase away the encroaching void. In the distance, he could just make out the temple’s looming spire against the thick clouds hanging low overhead, Ssael Himself holding a hand outstretched, beckoning him forward.
Even now, God mocked this son of Ssael. ‘Come,’ He seemed to say, that loathsome statue colder than the ice beneath his boots. ‘Draw your sword. Perhaps this time you will strike true.’
His fist closed around the hilt of his blade, the metal gleaming in the faint light lining the empty streets. He stumbled forth, each step sounding with the soft crunch of fresh snow—and yet still Ssael remained out of reach, a mocking tilt to His stony lips.
Whumptober prompt! Requested by @editoress!
No. 7: “Tell me that you’re okay, and I’m fine.”
Trapped with the Enemy | Elevator | Pushed Beyond Breaking Point for Lehala and Rasov
I have been FIGHTING this prompt for fucking WEEKS. I could not find a scenario that worked for it, despite how juicy it sounds. There are simply too many question marks in my mind where Rasov is concerned. I cannot properly write that man in A Situation when I am not sure how he feels about Lehala yet.
But then this past session happened, and suddenly I have Something. So, here, take this: how I think things might have gone had Lehala went with the party to find Mirasa in the Archives :)
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Walking through the doors to the Archives, Lehala immediately knew she should not have come.
The interior was quiet, the lighting dimmed to a comfortable glow, allowing those within to peruse the stacks in peace. It cultivated a calm, studious atmosphere, with only the shuffling of parchment and the occasional cough to pierce the otherwise serene silence.
And yet it all did little more than make Lehala want to tear through the nearest pile of books with her teeth in pursuit of her target.
Whumptober prompt! Requested by @editoress!
No. 3: “I look in people’s windows, transfixed by rose golden glows.”
Isolation | Candlelight | Found Family for Vaela
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The Arnor estate was lovely at night. The stars shone brightly in a darkened sky, the moon’s glow illuminating the grounds in thin beams as they pierced the thick tree canopy that loomed overhead. It was quiet, peaceful, and far enough from the main thoroughfare to avoid the hustle and bustle of what night life had developed since the country’s abrupt change in leadership.
But it was also dark—and Vaela hated the dark.
Whumptober prompt! Requested by @soartfullydone!
No. 1: “Please don’t cry”
Lamb to Slaughter | Ceremony | Beg for Forgiveness for Addie/Lem
So @editoress, I know you requested Lem for this one, but since Melody requested Addie/Lem, I kinda just smooshed these requests together into one :3
Anyway, this is a scenario that I've wanted to play out for a long while—and is a continuation of this fic, but I don't expect anyone to do any backreading lmao—for which the inspiration came from this song. I hope you all can see my vision.
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To the denizens of Durlyne, nothing appeared to be amiss. The Lions prowled the streets, their blades gleaming in the gray morning light, as was their wont. If their glares appeared sharper, or their demeanor more volatile, no one gave it much thought—unless you were one of the unlucky Semon to cross their paths. Few had any love for the lowliest of the castes, but, even then, the brutality with which they were met seemed deliberate, as if the Lions had been ordered to set upon their Bronze brethren. As if they were on the hunt.
Addilyn pulled her hood lower over her face, careful to keep her eyes upon the ground as she weaved her way through the throng of pedestrians crowding the street. For once, she was grateful for the looming threat of freezing rain. At least she did not stand out so starkly in her makeshift attire of tattered cloth.
Requested by @editoress! I'm so mad right now.
Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase
This is but a hope—nay, a dream, even—of what I yearn to occur between them with this new sword Lehala has.
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15. trembling hands
Even an hour after the fighting had ended, Lehala’s hand still burned like hellfire.
She stared down at her palm, wincing slightly as she flexed her trembling fingers. The skin was raw and blistered, as if she had pressed her hand to a scalding hot cauldron, and any attempt to so much make a fist was enough to wrench a pained gasp from her lips. She’d lost track of the days, hadn’t realized how much time had passed since she’d last wielded her new blade against a foe—but it seemed that said blade was not nearly as forgetful as its owner.
Maesk’ti, she thought bitterly. She had to be more careful.
EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS! Requested by @vampxrebarbie. bitch.
"Is it alright if i touch this scar?" for, and I quote, "this one for you know EXACTLY who (  ̄▽ ̄)"
I, unfortunately, know exactly who for. Lays down.
I kinda did what the prompt asked? Neither of these two would so blatantly ask to touch the other's scars, so I had to work within the realm of possibility here.
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It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Rasov to get lost in his own thoughts. He would grow quiet, his gaze faraway as his brow furrowed in contemplation. Sometimes a quiet muttering would accompany this, usually in his mother tongue, as he navigated whatever ponderous musings had consumed him so.
But there were those rare moments where such solemn ruminations were preceded by no familiar tells, catching Lehala off-guard in the midst of their training.
"Did it hurt?"
Kar'taylir
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I'm finally biting the bullet and splitting this second chapter I've been working on for [looks at calendar] six years into two separate chapters. Maybe this will finally kick my ass in gear to finish it. At least now I can give the world even more of my Mando OCs.
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A brisk wind blew through the sparsely populated streets of the old, decaying mining town, the slate gray clouds casting the already dreary surroundings into a colorless palette of ashen stone buildings and coal dusted roads. The few people that milled about stood hunched against the ancient crumbling walls of whatever hovels they called home, their clothes tattered rags that hid their faces from prying eyes.
The town was obscure and forgotten, its inhabitants broken and reclusive. The perfect place for their target to hide.
But he had to come out eventually.
Whumptober prompt!
No. 21: BODY HORROR
Body Horror | Tattoo Gun | Spirit Possession | “Let the bedsheet soak up the tears.” (Apparat feat. Soap & Skin, Goodbye)
Okay. So. Hear me out. This is an incredibly self-indulgent crossover/AU. I started writing it back in December of last year, and slowly chopped away at it. When I saw that there was a Whumptober prompt that (loosely?) applied, I forced myself to get to the finish line.
And so this was borne of my friends and I saying "Surely Lemuel would allow a sadistic, hedonistic demon to share his body if it meant he got all of the power that came with it?"
Anyway. You can read this if you want. But. Yeah. <3
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There was a shift in the air as Addilyn approached him. She had no talent for pymary, no sense for the khert and its delicate intricacies—and yet the air felt heavier here, thicker in a way she could not explain. It was as if the khert had shrunk away from this place, unwilling to be tainted by the slaughter that had occurred. Blood and viscera had turned the earth to mud, her every step sounding with a revolting squelch as her boots sunk into the fetid sludge.
And in the middle of it all stood Lemuel Adelier, drenched in gore and bits of flesh, a grotesque grin splitting his features.
Whumptober prompt! Requested by @serpenthyne!
No. 20: EMOTIONAL ANGST
Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | “It’s not your fault.”
Do not read this <3 I cannot stress that enough <3
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Winter’s bite had begun to fade by the time Mikaila was well enough to be out and about. Patches of green poked through the slowly shrinking piles of snow, and once near absent songbirds could be heard even within the densely populated streets of Durlyne. It was as if Ssael himself wished to welcome his favored daughter back to the land of the living with a splash of color.
But Addilyn couldn’t help the frown that pulled at her lips as she spied the girl’s pallid features, her tell-tale Soud green eyes dull and lacking that familiar mischievous gleam.
Whumptober prompt!
No. 11: SEEING DOUBLE
Convenience Store | Loneliness | “Leave no trace behind, like you don’t even exist.” (Taylor Swift, Illicit Affairs)
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Looking up at the night sky, Saya tried to find something familiar in the stars. In their patterns, their alignments—hell, even in the twinkling gleam that so taunted her from the surface of this strange planet.
But there was nothing. She double and triple checked the constellation maps she always kept on hand, looked through numerous systems and their suns and moons, and yet she could not find a single thing to indicate that this was the same sky she had grown up learning to navigate.
Whumptober prompt!
No. 10: BLOW TO THE HEAD
Slurred Words | Passing Out from Pain | “I can’t think straight.”
Don't read this one <3
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Addilyn tried to bite back the scream. She focused on a point across the street—a faded advertisement for Farold’s pasted up on the side of a building. It was ripped and peeling, with the simple word PISSMOPS written across it in a hasty hand—
She bucked against the sudden pressure applied to her middle, accidentally biting her tongue as she fought to contain the pained yelp that sat at the back of her throat. Though the yelp might have been better than the pathetic, broken cry that escaped her instead.
“I’m sorry,” Lemuel said, his voice hard. Focused. But she could hear the ragged edge in each word. “I called for a healer. We just need to slow the bleeding until he gets here, all right?”
Whumptober prompt!
No. 9: OBSESSION
Broken Window | Bruises | “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.” (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible)
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“You truly have the most charming smile,” said Zaresh, a charming smile of his own curling at the corners of his mouth.
The girl giggled prettily, a faint blush coloring her pale cheeks. “Must you say that every time you come by my stall?”
“And deprive myself of that delightfully musical laugh of yours?” He leaned forward over the stall’s display, gaze intent upon her. Her rounded, human ears grew pink in embarrassment—yet she did not move to step back from him. Zaresh only just managed to keep his smile on the right side of civil. “Perhaps you’re a crueler woman than I had assumed.”
Whumptober prompt!
No. 8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION
Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | “Leave the lights on.” (Coldplay, Midnight)
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Vaela sat at the edge of their little camp, her knees drawn up to her chest as she stared out into the inky darkness. The dying embers of the campfire glowed a pale orange, casting eerie shadows upon the cavern walls as she kept watch. Riven had offered to take first watch, Vaela’s haggard appearance eliciting no small amount of pity—but Vaela had waved it off with a weak smile and a solemn promise to wake her friend for the next shift.
But that time had come and gone, and Vaela couldn’t bring herself to move from that spot, her fingers tightly curled around the ornately carved wood of her bow.
Whumptober prompt!
No. 7: ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES
Unconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | “It’s us or them.”
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Bright spots flashed in Saya’s vision as she fell to her knees, her lungs seizing in her chest from the force of the blow. Nausea immediately curdled within the depths of her stomach, the acidic tang of bile burning at the back of her throat as she fought the urge to vomit. That she hadn’t been immediately paralyzed was a good sign, but the tips of her fingers were numb, and the spot at the back of her neck where the trooper had smashed the butt of his rifle was screaming in agony.
Not good, she thought dully, trying to force herself to her feet—but she didn’t get far before someone shoved her forward. She lost what little sense of balance she had and wound up face first in the snow, the cold quickly seeping into the fabric of her kute as she tried to push herself upright.
But the scout trooper was already there, a boot planted on her back to keep her in place.
Whumptober prompt! Requested by @editoress!
No. 6: NOT REALISING THEY’RE INJURED
Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | “It’s not my blood.” for Zack
This is probably the most self-indulgent thing I've written so far. A very specific AU in which the Jenova cells took root in Zack, and a Sephiroth who knows what is to come decides to get a jump on things.
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He could feel it inside him. Squirming, pushing, prodding—driving him forward. Through the Wasteland. To Midgar. To the church.
To Aerith.
He stumbled through the streets of the Sector 5 slums, kicking up dust and dirt with each shuffling step, his body moving of its own accord. This is wrong, he thought, even as the church steeple came into view, even as an end to his torment seemed to be within reach.
But still it pulsed within him, pulling at his limbs with the precision of a master puppeteer. It whispered to him at times, the words nonsensical, but its tone soothing. Alluring. There was a promise of freedom somewhere in its sweet nothings, the chains that bound him to Shinra’s might rusted and brittle with this newfound power coursing through his veins.
And yet still he resisted, tugging at the strings that drove him ever forward, wrestling for control over his own body.
Whumptober prompt!
No. 5: SUNBURN
Healing Salve | Heatstroke | “If my pain will stretch that far.” (Lottery Winners, Burning House)
This is for me and @editoress and that is all.
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“You’re hurt.”
A gruff, familiar voice stopped her dead in her tracks. She cursed softly. She didn’t have time for this.
“I’m fine,” she bit out and moved to continue on her way up to the cliffs above Malleolus’ villa. She had to get there before Ulpius jumped. She had to save someone today. Already she had failed Iulia, and Fabia lay crushed beneath the stone pillars of a collapsed temple. Again. She couldn’t handle another failure, another wasted attempt to set things right. She couldn’t handle another death.