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[awkwardfebruary]

I really enjoyed "Sunlight in Motion" - it's one of the few fics where I recognise the name without needing a summary, so I'm curious about that Aftermath...

Thanks for the ask, Natsue! 💚 I appreciate you.

My "Sunlight in Motion" fic is near and dear to my heart, so after posting, I continued writing the aftermath in Wild's POV.

❗️Content and Trigger Warning❗️Putting the specifics of the content and trigger warning after the line break and in the tags, so I hopefully won't trigger anyone. Please stay safe and read responsibly. ❤️

❗️Content and Trigger Warning❗️Rape aftermath. Once again, nothing explicit, but please still heed the warnings and tags.

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He didn’t remember the faces.

What he did remember are the scents - clove, old leather, sweat, something floral and too sweet. He remembered stone under his back and the heat of the sand on his face. He remembered their dirty words, their jokes, their laughs, their hands. He remembered screaming at first - not for help, but in rage. He remembered biting someone and the way it didn’t matter. He remembered he fought. He knows he fought, because his knuckles were raw, but he hadn’t been strong enough. He remembered being pressed down and pulled apart and not being able to feel anything except pressure and dust and heat and -

When it was over, he didn’t cry. Not right away.

He wished he could pull his ripped tunic back over himself as if it would protect him and his dignity that he felt like he no longer had. He’d crawled to the shadow of a ruined wall or maybe he was dragged and left there. It all blurred together.

Now, the heat didn’t burn anymore - he just felt… Actually, he didn't know what he felt. Everything was just so cold and numb and far away and underwater. So he folded in on himself, forehead on his bruised knees, and let the wind bury him in dust.

Maybe if he stayed still enough, he’d disappear completely.

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Wild stayed where he’d been placed, half-curled beneath the blanket. Twilight returned with another waterskin, the slosh faint but distinct.

The first touch was tentative - a damp cloth brushed across his temple, then down his cheek. Cool against heat, stinging faintly where the skin had split. Wild blinked, slow and dazed, eyes sliding over to find Twilight kneeling beside him. His brother’s hands moved carefully, deliberate and wordless.

The water darkened what it touched, cutting through dust and grime. Twilight wrung the cloth again and passed over Wild’s neck, his shoulders, his arms. Every motion was the same; gentle and precise. Wild’s body reacted before his mind did: a twitch at the cold, a shallow intake of breath, a faint tremor.

He felt the grit lift from his skin, the cool damp trail it left behind. It should have been a relief. It wasn’t. It only made him notice how filthy he still was, how much he wanted to vanish between one breath and the next. Twilight’s hand lingered once, pressing briefly against his shoulder before continuing with grim focus.

Little by little, the smell of dust gave way to water and leather. Twilight worked until the cloth came away almost clean. By then Wild’s eyes had glazed again; the edges of the world melting into darkness.

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Thanks for the ask once again and I hope you enjoyed! 💚

[laryna6]

I went ‘I don’t have enough spoons to write this next plot segment,’ or rather ‘to read the, what, 200 manga chapters necessary to find the chapters with the necessary minor characters to review their characterization to write it. 

So yeah, skipping ahead to fluff... or rather backstory angst + A/B/O worldbuilding (specifically justifying the ungodly metabolic expense of all that seed and slick - ‘it only has to be less ridiculous than periods and that’s a very low bar to clear!’) in Brooding. 

Or, heavily pregnant omegas attacking alphas, knocking them out, tying them up and forcing the alphas to fill them full of seed at gunpoint is like, a legitimate danger (especially in Comerica because Comerica, as in our universe, is shit at meeting the health needs of pregnant people/women and women-adjacent beings) in this ‘verse that has featured in basically every alpha’s fantasies, even the ones in cultures that preach alpha dominance/that it’s shameful for an alpha to be defeated by a ‘weak’ omega.