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horny but also a little bit of too many thots
hh yeah i do need an ibuprofen 😞 and i have too many wips istg i have 11 drafts that stare at me with dissapointment everyday
what kind of fanfic writer am i?
「 REUNION 」 : for our muses to find each other in the middle of a [ battlefield / warzone / specify ] only to find one of our muses has been badly injured.
Flins & Illuga <3
𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
The flash of lightning amidst a sea of flames was a sight to behold. A beacon of hope, much like the lanterns that willed away the deceptive fog of the Wild Hunt. Illuga sucked in a breath, a sharp pain digging deep around his ribs. Still, he held his polearm steady in both hands, deflecting the vile grasp of an infected corpse before following into a riposte. The ruined garb of a Lightkeeper caught his eye, an ache in his heart even as he drove the spear straight through, watching the spirit crumble to dust.
He could see a Wilderness Hunter, shoving its way through the abyssal rift that formed without warning. One among several that had suddenly torn throughout Kipumaki Cliff. Even with the Professor gone, the area still suffered corruption and corrosion. Its bloody history kept plenty of corpses and wayward spirits for the Abyss to claim.
Illuga wouldn't allow his spear to touch the ground, breathing heavy as he steadied himself. He couldn't underestimate the place that took so many lives, but he didn't expect such an outbreak on a routine patrol. An injury Rollon received made him unable to fight on his own, reluctantly following the order from his squad leader to retreat, if only to gather back up while Illuga held his ground for as long as he could.
He worried over the camp, knowing he couldn't cover all the rifts that appeared on his own. Several other Lightkeepers were scattered across the plains and he had no way of knowing how they fared. They could very well lose the campgrounds to the Wild Hunt yet again, setting back years of progress if they broke through the lines. He couldn't allow that to happen; he would uphold the oath he swore to when he became a Lightkeeper in the first place.
Our bones and blood we shall use as fuel, we shall make life greater than death.
He couldn't bring himself to flee this place yet again and face the graves of Ratniki he failed to protect.
The miasma from the Abyss rolled in thick, flooding his airways and sticking to his lungs, as Exiles meandered toward him. The Hunter wasn't far behind. A harsh cough wracked his frame, spitting out the blood that coated his mouth, before he gritted his bloodied teeth and ran forth.
A heavy strike took down one of the Exiles, adjusting to swing into the next. Another teleported before he could make contact, a searing pain tearing through his back as he tried to regain his balance. Illuga lost focus, polearm stabbing into the ground as his body stumbled into it. Blearily, he watched the Hunter raise its axe, unable to expend the energy even to brace himself.
A blinding streak of Electro shot past him, striking the Hunter with a small explosion of elemental energy. Illuga stumbled to his knees, breath rattling in his lungs as he rubbed his eyes into his sleeve. When he looked up, he followed a line of dark cloth up to a lantern, glowing bright with a peculiar blue flame.
Relief twined with his worries. Reinforcements have arrived, their echoing cries pushing Illuga to stand once again. He refrained from curling in on himself, pain radiating from his chest, and adjusted the grip on his polearm. But Flins could see right through him, from the injuries he suffered down to the misery clouding his mind.
"I won't fall back," Illuga interjected before the other could speak. It was beyond reckless, he knew, but there was too much at stake. "At the very least, I need to ensure that the rest of my squad make it out alive. Until then, please, lend me your strength and let me fight alongside you!"
" stop talking like you're saying goodbye! " { From Yuu, to Mika }
𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
Ever since he reunited with Yuu, Mika had a feeling that it would come to this. Narumi had made several strong points; how long could a vampire fool himself into thinking he could favor humans over the blood he desired? Mika had studied his own reflection long after that discussion was dropped.
His emotions were decaying. He thought of his family, brutally murdered, one by one before his eyes. Ferid had mocked him, teasing him over a tragedy he was too weak to stop. He felt nothing. The image of Akane's head and Yuu's violent reaction came to mind. Mika should have been just as livid, or desperate, or anything at all.
If there was ever a day when Mika would look at Yuu's state and feel jaded, at best...
He couldn't protect Yuu like this.
"You're stronger than you were back then," he found himself commenting one day. "I thought I had to be the one to save you. That you might have been too reckless or lonely to save yourself."
Yuu had to be safe. Mika once thought that he was the only one capable to do so. But the truth of the matter was, he had long since had a squad that he could trust, wholeheartedly, to make the correct choice. They understood what being part of his family meant, just as well as Mika did. If anything happened to him, he believed Yuu would be safe in their care.
"But you found people who genuinely care about you. Your own family that can keep up with you, unlike before. I'm glad—"
It was unsettling to be aware of the turmoil inside his heart when it came to Yuu. Words caught in his throat, a surge of emotion welling when he looked into Yuu's indignant eyes and found out that he was terrified. Their future together never seemed bright, but Mika never wanted to leave his side, ever again, so long as he could help it.
"I'm not." It was a weak defense and they both knew it. But Mika also knew that, if he admitted his feelings outright, Yuu would double down on his effort, doing whatever it took so long as he got his way. "I'm still right here with you, am I? But if something happens... we need to be prepared for it."
“I don’t want to sleep. I keep having nightmares.” { from Rin, to Mika! }
exhaustion sentence starters
It was hardly unusual. Mika was certain he would have his own share of night terrors, if he could sleep. But if Rin had a chance to rest, Mika wouldn't let him miss out. A moment of peace, with someone trusted and able to watch over them, was a rare opportunity in this broken world.
"Do you want to talk about them?" Mika took a seat at the edge of the bed provided for Rin. He wasn't a stranger to the excuse, staying up well into the night plenty of times to keep his family company. Often enough, sharing their fears would have been enough to placate them. It seemed like so long ago now.
His hands curled tighter in his lap. It felt hypocritical to press Rin about it, given that Mika rarely wanted to talk about himself. But he would have done anything, if it meant Rin could feel at ease.
"It would help," he added. "You're safe here, Rin, as long as I'm around."
❝ do you like it here? ❞
Again, from Flins for Illuga 🥹💕
for muses that are getting to know each other
"I could ask you the same thing." Illuga tilted his head with a knowing smile. He understood the question; Final Night Cemetery was a ways away from any civilization, with the looming shadow of the Experimental Design Bureau and a few gravestones to keep him company. The sun couldn't break through the clouds and dense fog—only the recently repaired lighthouse, bright and warm even from Piramida, offered any reassurance to anyone visiting the lonely isle.
"But I do. It might be unusual for others to visit a cemetery full of people they don't know, but these people were our comrades—family." Plus, it was where Flins chose to live. He wasn't unnerved at all.
Breaking a piece of flatbread from today's supply run, Illuga held it out to the puffins that lingered. But it seemed his affinity with Aedon didn't extend to the local wildlife. Tossing the pieces further away for the birds to enjoy, he stood from a crouch and turned to the Ratnik.
"Even if I say that, Sir Flins, do you ever get lonely?" He recalled something Nikita mentioned in passing, though Illuga was unsure if he should have taken it seriously at the time. "The old man said I should start looking for a dog to bring back here next time I visit."
❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞
From Flins for Illuga (they own my heart!!!)
for muses that are getting to know each other
Illuga considered himself familiar with Flins' flattery. Or rather, he knew how to read through it when the taller Ratnik attempted to make light of a situation. But the sweet talk usually involved an overly optimistic judgment of character. Not once has he heard him compliment someone's features.
As such, he almost choked on his mead. Some of the Lightkeepers around them caught on and thumped on his back with hearty laughter. Illuga hurriedly waved them away and they returned to their card game, seemingly unaware of what was said. Clearing his throat, he wrapped both hands around the tankard and slid his gaze back to Flins. He hadn't bothered concealing his amusement, causing Illuga to frown.
"I... you..." Mission accomplished; between the alcohol and the compliment, he forgot what they were talking about.
Sighing, he decided to let it go. There would be other chances. Flins was a rare sight in Piramida, so convincing him to stay and share a drink before he headed on his way was enough. "You might have been the first to say it to my face, Mr. Flins."
“I can’t sleep.” (To Inuyasha ^^)
exhaustion … sentence starters
Dog ears twitched and Inuyasha lifted his head to focus on the miko across from him. A soft snort followed. "I can tell."
Like always, he had been content to rest upright with his sword within reach. Youkai didn't need sleep as much as humans did, and old habits were hard to break. Naraku had been dead for three years and life in and around the village had been relatively peaceful, all things considered. But the hanyou didn't think he could ever allow himself to relax completely.
So he was well aware of her tossing and turning, the blanket that neatly covered her form now tangled around her as the night went on.
"There's no point counting shadows if you can't sleep." He wouldn't mind keeping her company until she could. The flame from the hearth that warmed their dinner had died down to glowing embers. Shifting away from the wall, he used a dry stick to coax a bit more light into the room. "Somethin' on your mind?"
Though he wouldn't admit it like she had, he had been a bit restless, himself. He found enough work or distractions throughout the day to keep himself busy. But in the night, while he settled down to watch over her, the long quiet gave him nothing but time to think.