#yksu

[acreaturebythewater]

fuck it we ball

you keep showing up chapter 12

word count: 2,1k (they're getting shorter and shorter?)

chapter summary: Hard times.

authors note: mainly some cw, they're all on ao3.

enjoy!

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WIP WHENEVER

thank you for the tags @graysparrowao3 @redroomroaving @lemonsrosesandlavender @darkurgetrash (OH LOOK THE GANG IS HERE!!!) <3

tags for @honeybee-bard (also thank you for the last line tag, i will get to that one too <3) @pinkberrytea @heartfluttered @judasiskariot

i've been on the struggle bus with the writing the last month or so, which means we're at the throwing words on the page to see what sicks state right now.

anyway, there's some long awaited (by me lmao) you keep showing up chapter 8 (AND AN ARRIVAL WHOA):

Keeping the little mouse distracted from whatever torments she’s got planned for Raphael proves itself quite easy. The trick seems to be making sure her mouth is occupied, be it with lazy kisses or wanton moans. The only obstacles to his mission are trivial tasks such as brunch, and his own recovery time.  Not that he’s complaining, quite the opposite actually. He’s enjoying himself plenty. By the end of the third day there’s no flat surface in the house left unsullied.  Though Raphael hates the expression (there’s nothing domesticated about him) he’s starting to wonder if this is what they might be referring to as domestic bliss. At least he’s experiencing some type of bliss as he’s got the little mouse pressed against the kitchen counter, hands bundling together the fabric of her skirt.  It’s just very unfortunate that is the moment he’s too distracted to notice the rattle of keys at the front door.  “Darling, I’m home.”  The little mouse yelps, and yanks Raphael’s head away with a force that most likely has him lose a couple of strands of hair before placing herself at a distance that would give the illusion of prosperity, weren’t it for the way she’s flushed red from tip to toe.  Raphael, on the other hand, is in no hurry to give off such impressions. He slowly adjusts his shirt and removes some invisible specks of dust before facing the wide-eyed vampling standing by the door. Though his good mood is completely obliterated, he must admit this is going to be interesting. 

(me, writing this: hmmm i wonder if i've made it clear they're fucking like bunnies off page 🤔)

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you keep showing up, chapter 15 (word count: 3.5k ish)

chapter summary: The road to healing is a long one.

author's note: twice as many words and half as much fit into this chapter as i had planned. as always severely under edited. if you see mistakes, they are there.

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you keep showing up chapter 11

word count: 2.4k

chapter summary: "What, like it's hard?"

author's note: :)

hope you enjoy!!!

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WIP whenever/whatcha working on friday?

thank you for the tags @genrushh and @graysparrowao3 <3

tags for @lizziemajestic @littleplasticrat @lemonsrosesandlavender

two short things from two completely different wips

yksu first!

There's a hole in the wall where Tav's front door used to be. A gaping darkness in place of the warm glow that used to come from her home. Dust covers the surfaces that were once filled with everything that made her home hers.  Standing on the threshold between moonlight and pitch black shadows, Astarion hesitates. He's been here plenty of times since he found the house empty and boarded up, looking for any sign that she might be back, that she might just have gone onto another city, leaving to go on another adventure.  He doesn't hesitate because of the lump that forms in his chest when he thinks of her disappearance, he hesitates because between the growing smell of mildew and rot, there's a hint of sulphur pushing its way to the back of his throat.  One of few times he's happy he doesn't have to breathe. 

babelard second:

Of course, he’s kept an eye on the Rogue Trader throughout the ceremony and following celebration. It's his duty. He's watched her move through the room like royalty, observe and converse with the nobles as if she was born for the role, and throw her head back in laughter as Lord Winterscale led her through the dance floor.  Abelard knows she's had three glasses of amasec, four bites of the canapés, and he knows he lost sight of her after young Master van Calox ushered her away from the throne room.  He should have followed them right away, instead he was too caught up with choking down the pang of jealousy that gripped tightly around his throat at the sight of the two of them leaving together. Now, instead of a the images flashing through his mind, he's simply met with a locked door and two Inquisitorial guards outside the door to his Lord Captain's office.  They eye him warily, but still with the same untouchability he sees in the stowaway Interrogator. Abelard does nothing to subdue the look of disapproval that spreads on his face, it's better than revealing the worry that churns away in his gut. 

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it's a wrap

you keep showing up chapter 17

idk what to say. it's been an honour. i'm gonna go scream at something. holy shit.

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WIP WEDNESDAY

ayyy i'm on time this time!!

thank you for the tag @lizziemajestic <3

tags for: @preciouslittlebhaalbae @wasteful-sam and @lemonsrosesandlavender if you want to

here's some you keep showing up but it doesn't sound very you keep showing up. can't tell if i'm losing my mind or if i'm onto something here.

cw a bit of gore and a bit of death but nothing's real

In his dreams, Raphael dies a thousand deaths. 

That’s not completely true, he isn’t too sure about the number and he survives every time. 

But, in his dreams, Raphael should die a thousand deaths. 

At one point he’s drowning, swimming through murky water with no way of knowing what’s up or down, swimming until his lungs burn. And just as his body is about to give up, to take that fateful breath where water will pour into lungs that ache for air, slender fingers grab him by the collar to pull him above the surface. 

But the arm pulls him too hard and now he’s falling, plummeting towards a ground that is made of dragon's teeth. He can’t do much to brace for impact, just close his eyes and prepare for the inevitable pain. 

Instead of the ground, it’s the scent that hits him first, lemon and lavender. Then it’s a sense of security as a soft body envelopes around him and takes the impact when they’re slammed against the ground with a sickening crunch below him. 

Before he can catch his breath, the body betrays him. Where he should find a soft embrace, there’s only flames that tear into his flesh, rendering muscle and sinew from bone. He would scream, but he’s got no throat left to scream with. 

They say hearing is the last sense to leave a dying body, in Raphael’s case it seems to be true. The incantation is spoken softly, in a voice Raphael’s sure he would recognise through a thousand screaming souls. 

The rain hurts at first, the drops too cold in contrast to his boiling blood, but as the initial shock is replaced with relief he can feel his muscles knit back together. But he never gets to be whole again, not before he’s once more submerged in that murky water where he has to swim for his life. 

It’s all a bit on the nose, Raphael would like to think his subconscious would use more refined metaphors, but it doesn’t take away from the obvious.

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you keep showing up, chapter 13

chapter summary: There's nothing they can't do. Or so Raphael hopes.

authors note: *cool montage music* + my usual ramblings.

not much else to say about this one, i just hope you enjoy and sorry it took a while!