An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
A Little Spice Goes a Long Way
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Rating: Not Rated
Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Relationships: Luo Binghe/Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu
Characters: Luo Binghe, Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, Original Creature - Character
Additional Tags: Zine, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, POV Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, Original Creature(s) - Freeform, cute shenanigans ensue, Luo Binghe temporarily adopts a giant kitten, Shen Qingqiu is quite satisfied with this outcome
Summary:
Luminescent emerald eyes watched him wearily as a scaled paw swatted weakly at his fan with a pathetic hiss.
“Interesting…” He hummed.
Luo Binghe looked at him with an inquiring gaze as if to ask what the creature was, eager to indulge the immortal in an impromptu lesson. Shen Qingqiu shook his head as he stood and dusted off his jade-toned robes. “If the creature is known, then its offspring are not well documented. This master is not familiar with a creature such as this, however…”
(Or, when coming across an injured cub in the wilds and Shen Qingqiu is both elated and maddened at the lost bit of creature lore that Airplane left in the drafts of PIDW. Such a cute cub should have been worth at least half a chapter you hack author!!)
Zine fic~
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (IDW Comics), Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lanolin the Sheep & Perci the Bandicoot, Lanolin the Sheep & Perci, Lanolin the Sheep & Maggie (Sonic the Hedgehog)
Characters: Lanolin the Sheep (Sonic the Hedgehog), Maggie (Sonic the Hedgehog), Perci the Bandicoot, Perci (Sonic Boom)
Additional Tags: Post-Comic Arc: Metal Virus (Sonic the Hedgehog), Origin Story, Friendship, Sonic Boom References, The Perci here is an IDW version of Boom's Perci, Not Boom's Perci in the IDW Universe, Anxiety, Trauma Recovery, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Zine: Reach for the Stars (Sonic the Hedgehog), Barricade Town, Sonic the Hedgehog (IDW Comics) Spoilers, References to Comic: Sonic the Hedgehog (IDW)
Summary:
Shortly after the end of the Metal Virus, Lanolin the Sheep has found herself working closely with the Restoration to help bring stability to the people devastated by the chaos. But Lanolin isn't in her element here--and she's not the only one. When she meets a magenta wisp who has similar troubles to her, the two bond over their fears and their desire to do good...not to mention the person they save in the process.
This fic was created for "Reach for the Stars", a space-themed Sonic the Hedgehog zine! This FREE zine includes fics, art, comics, phone and desktop wallpapers, a twine novel, and so much more! If you enjoy the characters, plots, and themes associated with space, you'll adore this zine! Check it out on itch.io! Still not convinced? Check out the other work shown on @reachforthestarszine !
This story also includes wonderful art from @transzsonix, who did a fantastic job of bringing Lanolin, Maggie, and Perci to life! Check out their art in the zine!
Author Notes: Belated Halloween, but still here anyway! This is the piece I wrote the Halloween Savanaclaw zine "Crown of Vengeance and Sorrow"! Everyone worked hard on this zine and it has some truly wonderful pieces, even if mine is admittedly more on the comedic side. This fic features gender-neutral Prefect. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Sfw/ gender neutral Prefect (Yuu)/ Savanaclaw/ Halloween/ fluff/ comedy/ set during Terror is Trending event
Word Count: 1999 Words
Zine Tumblr Link: The Crown of Vengeance and Sorrow
I really should’ve known better than to accept Jack’s invitation to tour the Savanaclaw ghost ship before any guests came for the NRC Halloween festivities so I could give a second opinion. Because if there was anything this school’s students were good at, it was getting into meanness.
In fact, Jack was probably the only reason I agreed to come. I did trust him, at the very least. But even he could get hoodooed into going against his better instincts at times.
Which was probably why I was standing here, like an idiot, in the eerily lit interior of the ghost ship the Savanaclaw dorm had built, all on my own, where Ruggie had shoved me through a hole in the ship's hull. Eliciting a tiny shriek from me while he’d only snickered even as I’d fussed at him.
And I knew precisely what sort of situation this was. Even if Jack hadn’t intended for things to end up this way, I was now officially taking part in a haunted ghost tour. And I didn’t even have Grim to keep me company since he’d scampered off earlier today to find out what sort of Halloween treats Trey might be making.
Something I was now wishing I’d accompanied him for.
I was good mind to just leave, but I found myself staying for reasons even I didn’t understand beyond sheer stubbornness on my part as I glanced around. Frowning at the glittering gold coins that were scattered throughout the space.
I had no doubts that they were a trigger of some sort, so I definitely wasn’t going to touch any of them. Even if I was curious about how the students had gone about making them look so realistic.
Probably some form of magic….
I started forward, already wary of any shadows that I came across that looked overly suspicious.
Jump scares would probably be the go-to attack, knowing the group I was dealing with, so that was probably what I’d need to worry about the most. But I doubted just charging forward with my eyes closed would work. That would probably just result in me slamming headlong into someone.
I imagined there were Savanaclaw students stationed all throughout the ship, and the endpoint of this demented, haunted tour would probably be the deck of the ship.
If any of them tried to playfully make me walk the plank, though, I was not above tattling to one of the teachers. At the very least Professor Crewel or Trein would probably scold them.
I would play along with the ghost tour since it was Halloween, and this could be counted as a test run, though. After all, Jack had mentioned getting my opinion on the decorations as a sort of last-minute review before it was well and truly time for action.
So I wandered around, finding I was unsure if I was relieved that no one had jumped out yet or if that just made the entire thing worse. Because I knew it was coming.
I frowned as soon as I spotted the beaten-up-looking staircase in the corner, though.
It looked like it had come straight out of Ramshackle dorm, which was almost a comforting thought, except for one thing.
That was obviously the path I was intended to take, which meant that way would most definitely lead to jump scares.
I squared my shoulders and started forward, though. One creaky step at a time.
And, as if on cue, there was a heavy footstep behind me, and I froze. Tensing all over even as I inwardly reminded myself that it was just another student. No matter how they were dressed to inspire fear.
And even though I knew I shouldn’t, I looked over my shoulder.
And there was nothing there.
I exhaled and looked back forward only to immediately scream. I stumbled backwards and fell into the coins before I recognized the young man that had seemingly materialized right in front of me and was now laughing.
“Ruggie!!” I all but hissed his name as he snickered and scampered off. Leaving me to scramble my way back to my feet among the fake coins that slid treacherously underfoot. Grumbling indignantly all the way as I started back up the staircase with no interruption this time.
And by the time I’d finally made it to the top, there was, of course, no Ruggie in sight.
I let out a huff, glancing suspiciously around the room I was now in, but I couldn’t deny it. The Savanaclaw boys had definitely put a lot of work into their ghost ship.
Despite the wrecked exterior, the interior was the perfect image of a once decadent ship, now aged and long abandoned after having been wrecked however many eons ago.
Ripped red curtains hung from beams, and the furniture was purely decadent, if aged.
I could only assume they’d used magic to decorate everything, but a small part of me wondered if they really had used Ramshackle dorm as a reference for how to make things look so old and worse for wear but simultaneously so nice.
The only problem was that there was no obvious hiding place for any Savanaclaw students to jump out from and scare me.
But then any future visitors might be supposed to get chased around by Ruggie in here rather than dealing with the way he’d scampered off earlier.
I walked through, almost smiling at the way the boards creaked under my feet as I idly wondered if they were enchanted to do that. It was a nice touch either way, though I imagined it would make for a squeaky fiasco if people were to run around in here.
I could almost picture Jack’s ears flattening in displeasure at the sound of it, and I snorted to myself in quiet amusement as I continued to look around. Suppressing the urge to poke any of the decorations that had been carefully pre-coated in a mixture of dust and cobwebs.
I made it through the room without any issues and opened the door with little to no difficulty. Peering into the room behind it cautiously before I hesitantly stepped through.
I glanced around and noted the large desk before the door slammed shut behind me. Causing me to jump in surprise and whirl before frowning as I put two and two together.
I jiggled the doorknob, but, sure enough, it was shut tightly. In fact, it actually felt like someone was holding it closed from the other side.
“Ruggie? Is that you?” I called out, but there was no response. Not surprising, really, but successful in that it got me to abandon the door. It was obvious I was supposed to continue onwards anyway.
But I didn’t like this room. I didn’t like this room at all. Because this room felt suspiciously like where the captain’s quarters would be. And I had a sneaking suspicion I knew exactly who would be in the role of captain.
I looked around for anywhere I thought a certain lion beastman would hide to no avail. Which wasn’t really that odd, considering Leona could be quite well-hidden when he wanted to be.
I could only hope he was asleep, wherever he was.
I walked further into the room, looking around for anything akin to a staircase before I finally found it tucked away in a corner. A curving staircase that I assumed led to the deck of the ship.
And the entire time I was beyond suspicious. Because this was far too peaceful to be normal.
This ought to be the final room, which should have the biggest scare factor of all. Or it should have built on the rest of the ship to add a sense of horror. But it did neither. Instead, it felt oddly lackluster and more like I was being harassed than like I was going through a ghost ship.
And then the door opened.
I looked back in time to see one of the larger students come barreling in. Somehow knowing precisely where I was as he outright bellowed at me as I stared at him in alarm before my flight instinct kicked in and I turned and bolted.
I all but dove at the stairs as I scrambled my way up the steps with the young man hot on my heels.
I didn’t even hesitate as I slammed headlong into Jack, which only served to startle me more as he tried to grab me reactively. I kept going, though, as more and more students popped up from where they’d somehow hidden inside the stairwell itself as I scrambled my way up to the deck.
I spun to look behind me, half out of breath as I stared in trepidation at the darkened space behind me. But no one came out, and I felt myself faltering, a confused sound slipping out of me as my gaze darted around the deck in search of anything amiss as I exhaled heavily.
Hands clamped down on my arms, and I finally let out a startled shriek before I spun and instinctively swung out. My hand colliding with someone before they caught my wrists with an annoyed sound.
“Enough with the yowling, Herbivore. You’re making my ears hurt.” Leona’s voice was filled with only a mild degree of annoyance, and I froze. Opening my eyes and looking up at him in slow surprise only to find that my hand had, in fact, collided with the side of his face, which was now slightly reddened.
Behind me I could hear Ruggie wheezing in laughter as other students came pouring out of the stairwell, all but roaring in amusement.
Leona let go of me, his ears still flattened as he stepped back with an annoyed shake of his head as I glanced back to see Ruggie was raking in stacks of money even as he continued to snicker to himself.
“What…?” I trailed off in confusion, and Leona crossed his arms.
“They placed bets on how far you’d make it. Ruggie won.”
“I told them you’d be faster than they thought,” Ruggie was wholly guilt-free as he all but cackled to himself over his new riches, and all at once everything seemed to slowly slip into place.
I looked back at the other students as Jack made his way over with a droopy tail and deep frown on his face. And, unlike Ruggie, he definitely felt guilty. “Sorry, Prefect. Ruggie said it’d be the best way to see how good our decorations and costumes really are.”
“...You could’ve warned me,” I crossed my arms, outright frowning at all of them, and I heard a snort from behind me.
I glanced back at where Leona stood, a smirk now on his face as Ruggie responded in his stead, “Now what fun would that have been?”
“Besides, this way you weren’t prepared, and that’s what we were looking for. An unsuspecting audience,” Leona finished with a grin.
Honestly, I wanted to fuss. But I knew perfectly well it wouldn’t do any good. So instead I just shook my head, “You’d best not grab any of the guests like you did me, because I will not be protecting any of you from Trein or Crewel.”
“Nah, that was for you and you alone, Prefect. You got our special run-through,” Ruggie winked playfully. Throwing a casual arm over my shoulders as I let out an unimpressed hum in response.
I frowned as I glanced Jack’s way, though. Noting the guilty look he was still wearing, I let out a sigh. “You might want to throw in a few more scares midway through, but it was pretty good otherwise. And your ship looks nice.”
I watched as he perked up and the other students began grinning. Clapping one another on the back at a successful run-through even as I shook my head slightly with an admittedly fond smile.
If nothing else, I could chalk it up to a new Halloween memory.
He had missed his chance with Sanji before, let the complications of a relationship between them overrule his desires, held himself back from asking for what he truly wanted from the pirate.
But he had a second chance now, both at life and with Sanji.
He wouldn’t waste one moment of it.
Hello friends and neighbors! Here is my PedroSan piece for the rare sweets zine 💖 The zine is free and available now, so be sure to check it out for all of the amazing art and fics 💜
I had a deliciously sweet time writing for @twosidesfanzine and was paired with the wonderful @wiavi who created the most beautiful spot art for the story! Leftover sales are still open so head on over here to pick up your very own sokai and rokunami cookbook!
Thank you so much for having me!
Summary: As the first step on their next journey, Sora and Kairi return to the Islands to fulfill a long-held tradition. Along the way they meet a few friends and reaffirm just how sweet it is to cook together side by side. Set post-KH3, featuring familar friends from the Islands, seafaring folklore, reaffirmed oaths, new outfits, and descriptions of delicious sweets.
Full fic under read more and on AO3
Kairi took a deep breath, savoring the soft breeze as she stepped onto the island shore. Their round-trip visit to Master Yen Sid’s was longer than expected, earning a stretch and a yawn from Sora as he exited the Gummi Ship. His dark red hoodie peeked out from underneath his dark grey and black cotton jacket. Paired with his lax and loose cargo pants, Sora looked like he had finally grown into his clothes. Kairi jogged up behind him, dressed from head to toe in a long light pink overcoat. Her pink plaid flare dress swayed as she linked arms with Sora, beaming at the realization they’d made it back, safe and sound.
Sora and Kairi were done for now with fighting Heartless, Nobodies, and denizens of darkness. Their long-held promise of traveling the worlds was a reality. When deciding where they would begin their journey, the islands were an obvious choice. A world filled with greetings and partings. It only seemed fitting that they meet with their friends before going off on a long journey.
Kairi was practically giddy at first. But now, seeing their little island off in the distance, her eyes began to sting. The image of Sora fading away shimmered in her mind’s eye. Her racing heart faltered at the memory as she clung to him a bit tighter.
“It feels just like yesterday, that we were here,” she said, taking another breath to steady herself.
Sora tilted his head, not sure what brought on her sudden change. But a grin soon spread across his face as he put an arm around her waist to pull her closer. “Hmm, just tells you that nothing really changes! I’m glad, it’s nice to be back. I can’t wait to see everyone!”
Kairi reddened at their sudden closeness before easing into his rhythm. Sora was right, the Islands never changed, not really. Even if they had, it was a comfort to return to a place so closely tied to their hearts. “Yeah, and this time we aren’t saying goodbye, not really. It’s more like we’re setting off again and it’s an exciting journey. I can’t wait to see what other worlds we’ll find!” Kairi giggled as she broke free from his embrace and ran ahead of him. The tall hill before them extended off past the horizon.
Sora put his hands on his hips and drank in the scene of his hometown. There were a few new rooftops and terraces sprinkled about, but all in all, it was the same sleepy little beachside town he loved. “Yeah! I wanna see all that’s out there. But I’m glad to be back home for a bit, one last time before we set off on our own adventure. No Heartless, no Nobodies, just the two of us.” Sora beamed at her. It was a smile as bright as the sun on a clear summer’s day. Kairi felt all her past worries fade into the shadows cast by his light.
“Hmm, there may be some Heartless around. But I know you and I can take 'em!” Kairi pumped a fist as Sora fell into light laughter beside her.
“I know,” he said, gripping her hand a bit tighter. “So, where should we stop by first?”
Kairi traced the outline of a small square of double-folded paper in her jacket pocket. There was a place she wanted to go, and something she wanted to do—fulfill a dream she’d had for a long time. “Do you remember—when your mother first invited me over for your father’s Voyager Dinner?”
“Yeah, of course!” Sora grinned.
“Your mom…she told me the legend behind it, back then you know,” Kairi began.
***
It was both long ago, and yet just yesterday that a treasured memory took root in Kairi’s heart one sunset-kissed evening. It all began after a full day at the beach looking for sea glass with Sora. The two had taken their little haul and rushed to O’aka’s Odds and Ends, fully expecting to stuff their cheeks with candy before dinner. O’aka would usually buy the little bobbles from the kids in exchange for a bottle of Ramune or sweets. But not this evening. Instead, the two ran into Sora’s mother, who was out shopping for a “Voyager’s Dinner.”
“What’s a Voyager’s Dinner?”
“A seafarer’s wish of good luck,” Sora’s mother explained.
Sora soon stepped in with his own excitement and described how delicious the dessert was—asserting that Kairi had to have dinner with them and try it.
Wide-eyed and filled with curiosity, Kairi stood next to Sora’s mother in the kitchen that night, her tiny hands gripping the counter as she diverted all her attention to the woman’s careful movements. A gentle folding of dough and a scattering of cubes of butter left the little girl salivating. As Sora’s mother began to smooth the dough, Kairi dared to ask what it was she was making. What made it so special? Slowly, the woman’s voice filled with the crackle of the warmth of a fire and weaved a tale.
“Long ago, the seas were rougher and the night sky darker than it is now. Only a few stars twinkled in the sky and could guide seafarers to their destination. The mainland itself was larger, much larger than it is now, and connected to so many other villages. And the sea, well, it was so large that you could travel hours by boat and only barely see the shore of another island. Our people, spurred on by the tales of passing travelers, took up their masts and set out to sea to find new lands, aware of the dangers and all they could lose.
Still, despite the pleas of their families , many decided they must set off for broader horizons. And so, the mothers, fathers, lovers, and friends banded together to wish their passionate travelers well. One proposed that they use the mystical properties of the paopu to ensure their loved ones would return. Another felt they should make a dish that could give them the warmth of home for one last time. And so, they put their heads together and created something that could give both. A crust so thin and crumbly, filled with the richest butter to sate their appetites. A smooth crème to cut the fat, and lastly topped with the tart soul-connecting fruit.
They say that even after the world changed and the stars in the sky grew in number, eating this tart brought their loved ones home even years later. And so we continue to make it as a send-off, a way to wish them a safe voyage home and remind them of the connection we share. We don’t use the paopu much anymore…but I like to sneak it in. Don’t tell anyone else, ok?”
***
Back then Kairi had giggled and found herself dreaming of what it would be like to create her own tart for someone she loved. And now was the perfect time to make that dream a reality. She licked her lips as she fumbled with the small slip of paper in her hand.
“I had forgotten about it—the recipe I mean. Until I remembered your name again. Somehow, I knew I’d see you again soon so—I asked your mom for it.” Kairi gingerly handed Sora the recipe and placed her hand over his. “I couldn’t find the right time to make it till now but…this time...”
Sora’s eyes were focused on her the whole time, searching her expression for the truth behind her eyes. He knew what she wanted to say and it made his heart flutter. “Let’s make it together since we’re leaving again. We can go say hi to everyone while we shop for ingredients!”
Kairi beamed. He always seemed to notice what she wanted to do even before she said the words. Hand in hand the two headed off to find all they needed.
***
Word got out fast around Destiny Islands. For a seafaring village, gossip and new arrivals were always the talk of the town, so Sora and Kairi’s return didn’t go unnoticed. Reunions abounded with familiar faces, some tearful and others filled with laughter as the two visited store after store hunting for ingredients. The pair even stopped by O’aka’s and ran into a bubbly Selphie who got in a few teasing comments.
“Here for some special ‘announcement’ to your parents before going off again?”
Kairi and Sora bashfully took a glance at one another—they had never told anyone how committed they were, yet Selphie already knew at a glance. Now wasn’t the time, but maybe someday they’d share everything with their families and friends.
As Kairi and Sora gathered their ingredients, a familiar pair of friends entered the shack with the loudest and cheeriest of greetings. Tidus and Wakka, although a bit taller, had hardly changed at all. Kairi admired how easily the two conversed with Sora as if no time had passed since he’d last been home. It was heartening to see how much of an impact he still had on their hearts. With a brisk goodbye and promise of a reunion, the two bid farewell to their friends.
Before leaving, Selphie slipped a grateful Kairi a bag of fruits. Inside shined a ripened paopu fruit. With a wink and a smile, a girl starving for the future juicy details wished her traveling friend good luck.
****
Kairi was reminded of Sora’s cooking skills immediately upon entering his mother’s kitchen. Although it had been years, the boy knew where everything was kept and didn’t miss a beat gathering the pots and pans they needed.
Joy filled his features as the two poured over his mother’s detailed recipe. Kairi could tell he was excited to use what he had learned from Remy on a dish all his own. Teasingly, she suggested that he should teach her a few skills along the way.
Sora got into the idea more than she expected and took on his own little chef role to guide her through the process. With every chop, sift, and stir, the klutzy boy from her memories was replaced by the image of a true chef.
The crack of a perfect egg by two and a whisk of sugar. The gentle click of a gaslit stove and a warm simmer of coconut milk slowly helped the pair gain a rhythm as they baked.
While the pastry crème chilled, the two made the puff pastry. Along the way, Kairi tossed a pinch of flour at Sora in a sudden fit of mischief, earning a teasing grin and a dash of flour to her own face. His laughter filled the air. It reminded Kairi of the wholeness she had felt back then cooking alongside Sora’s family in a home filled with laughter and love.
After the chopping of fruit and a couple of hours of reminiscing, the tart was complete. Or so Sora thought. Kairi insisted on adding one more special fruit. With an impish grin, she pulled out her secret ingredient, much to Sora’s heartfelt surprise.
Together, the two dotted the top of the tart with thin slices of paopu fruit.
***
Kairi and Sora arrived at the Play Island with a wicker picnic basket dangling between them. Gingerly, Sora hoisted Kairi up onto the paopu tree before taking his place beside her. The setting sun before them was a welcome sight—a perfect end to their last day on the islands. Tucked inside the basket was the tart, glistening like the evening sunset. Sora cut a slice for the two of them. He held up a slice to Kairi with a boyish grin, taunting her to take a bite.
An ache that had long persisted inside her heart faded away at the gesture. For over a year she couldn’t bring herself to visit the island—not until she brought Sora home. It was a fleeting dream come true to be here, with him, full and whole. Beaming, she held up her own slice—the two completing the ritual once more.
The taste of their shared tart was sweet and refreshing, the tang of the fruit juice filling their taste buds with the nostalgia of home and the sunset’s burst of light. Gone was the bittersweet memory of their last parting at the base of the paopu tree, replaced with the promise of a new beginning.
“You know, back at that Voyager’s Dinner—I was so happy you were there, Kairi. It felt like a piece I was missing had finally fallen into place,” Sora said, red kissing the tips of his ears.
Kairi leaned in and gave Sora a playful kiss. “Me too. I felt at home. You were all so welcoming, and it was like a part of me that was missing became whole. My home is with you Sora, now and forever.”
Sora interlaced their hands and smiled. “No matter where we go, or how far, our connection will bring us back—
“Safe and sound.” Kairi finished. A promise and a childhood wish were fulfilled against the fading horizon, a tried and true guarantee for a safe voyage.
Notes:
Written for Two Sides Zine Volume 2: A SoKai and RokuNami Cookbook! I'm so thankful to have had the chance to write for sokai, a dream come true project and I had the most amazing time working on it!
Thank you to Wiavi for bringing the story to life with her gorgeous spot art. It was amazing to work together and I just adore how you protrayed the scenes! Kairi's conflicting emotions come through so brilliantly and their little chibi forms cooking make my heart warm every time I see them!
And thank you to Phoenix and Liv for editing the story. Your feedback and lovely comments during the whole process really made this zine piece a love letter to SoKai and I grew so much as a writer because of it! It was so wonderful and a blast to work alongside everyone! I had so much fun and truly loved every minute.
Thank you to @true-intha-blu for the absolutely delicious tart recipe that inspired the same tart in the story! Your feedback and direction for the recipe made every mouth-watering detail come to life in words, I'm so happy we got to work together! If you haven't, definitely pick up a copy of the zine to enjoy the delicious recipes <3 Thank you all so much!
here's a preview of the fic i wrote for @newscoozines 's one piece beginners zine!! i had a blast writing this, i can't wait for everyone to see the finished product <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
The gods answered your prayers if you were one of the good ones. The worthy ones. Their chosen ones.
But what gods would allow us to be stranded on a hostile sea, to die by inches in the heat and sun and salt?
Game: The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker
Rating: T
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Here's the story I wrote for Blood Moon Rising (@bloodmoonzine) with spot-art beautifully drawn by @mothrabbits!
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Leftovers are now on sale! The store will be open from January 24th through February 24th.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: イケメンヴァンパイア | Ikemen Vampire (Visual Novel)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Theodorus van Gogh/Main Character (Ikemen Vampire)
Characters: Theodorus van Gogh (Ikemen Vampire), Main Character (Ikemen Vampire)
Additional Tags: Birthdays, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Sacrifices, both mc and theo are self-sacrificing idiots and you cannot change my mind, the evidence is right there in the text, especially for theo, oh right, Gifts, also a, Fade to Black
Summary:
No matter what the ending, someone leaves the life they knew behind. But neither Theo or Mitsuki would allow that sacrifice to be in vain.
Written for the Ikemen Vampire 7th Anniversary Zine
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a few days late, but better late than never! @yanderepuck, thank you once more for hosting this anniversary collaboration, i was really happy to take part!
