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@toxic-relationships-week
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Sunset, a femslash archive. A project of Agnes the Alien.
There's no venom in her words, there never is. You wish she would be cruel, that she would pin you against the wall and spit acid in your ear, the way your nightmares of not-Mira and not-Zoey do. But her voice is soft, and her praise comes easy, and that makes her terrifying. ___ Reintegrating a mind divided between human and demon for its whole existence is, inevitably, a process.
Title taken from the song Ultraviolet by Stiff Dylans.
Prompt: Lovebombing + Self
Ao3/Sunset
@toxic-relationships-week
@eatyourdesserts
Summer Teeth @toxic-relationships-week
Pairing: Tyler Lockwood x Jeremy Gilbert (Tyremy)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (Season 1)
Word Count: ~1,000 words
Event: Written for Toxic Fanweek (Prompt: Betrayal)
Heads up / Warnings:
Pure Season 1 toxic behavior, heavy closet panic, Tyler being an absolute asshole, internalised homophobia, dropped slurs (the f-slur is used in an argument),
The air in Jeremy’s bedroom was suffocating, Outside, the summer crickets were a relentless, vibrating wall of noise, but inside the locked room, the only sound that mattered was the harsh, uneven friction of Tyler’s mouth against his.
there’s a child that hides, and the stars, they call out to their runaway bride
"I didn't want it," Daniel whispers beside her. Margaret turns her head and his hair is as long as it was when he was a child, dark strands whipped by the wind. She looks down at her own hand, fingers entangled with his, stretched between the tables. "I didn't want it, it hurts." ___ This is not a martyrdom, martyrdoms are chosen.
Title taken from the song Indigo by Katherine Priddy.
Prompt: Forced + Stranger
@toxic-relationships-week
Sunset, a femslash archive. A project of Agnes the Alien.
"They're dead." Chacón's voice is soft, ghostly. "They're dead, aren't they?" She squints at the sky outside like she's expecting to shift in shade and texture, a fresh shade of blue crawling through the window. Long limbs, pricked ears, eyes bright in welcome. "We killed them." ___ Or, Trudy and Paz in the wake of the unspeakable.
Title taken from the song Turquoise by Donovan.
Prompt: Gaslighting + Colleague
Ao3/Sunset
@toxic-relationships-week
@eatyourdesserts
Lovebombing- Evangeline
@toxic-relationships-week 2026- Alt Prompt (as its own fill)
Their Sacred Vow
~Disclaimer for all drabbles- none are considered 100% canon; the more recently made, the closer they are to canon, but these are mostly for fun for me to figure out the characters+plot!~
TW/CW for mention of both intimate whumper and rape
Author's note: This is sometime in the courting years? Idk when, but after a random moment of "affection" from Agar to Evangeline
Evangeline
"I don't know why he does this." Irina commented as she sorted the gifts. "He's such a bastard, Leena. I don't know why you put up with it as much as you do."
Evangeline sighed. "You know I have to," she said quietly, holding one of the new necklaces in her hands, staring at it without seeing it. "And he… he does care. In his own way. Like the note says, he's sorry for-"
Title: Spy Dance
Prompts Filled: @juneofdoom Day 13: Revealed Secret, @saf-10-years 13-14: Dance, @toxic-relationships-week Day 7: Forced
Fandom(s): Spies Are Forever
Pairing(s): Owen Carvour/Agent Curt Mega
Rating: M
Warnings: Non-Consensual Touching
Additional Tags: Angst, Mid-Canon, Torture Tango (Spies Are Forever), Dancing
Word Count: 233
Summary: What if The Torture Tango was just a tango instead of just torture?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So I am really late but I love the concept of toxic relationships and I really want to write for it can I still do that even though the days have passed
go for it! I'll be active on here for a little while longer to reblog late entries! I don't plan to close the ao3 collection until July, so there’s plenty of time.
Forced- Evangeline
@toxic-relationships-week 2026- Day 7
Their Sacred Vow
~Disclaimer for all drabbles- none are considered 100% canon; the more recently made, the closer they are to canon, but these are mostly for fun for me to figure out the characters+plot!~
TW/CW for partner abuse and degrading language
Author's note: middle-ish of the Courting Years; we love to hate this absolute douchebag
Evangeline
She held back a shudder as Prince Thomas put his hands around her waist.
"Smile, dear." he said, his teeth bared and his eyes sharp on hers. "We're engaged. You should be happy."
Gaslighting- Evangeline
@toxic-relationships-week 2026- Day 6
Their Sacred Vow
~Disclaimer for all drabbles- none are considered 100% canon; the more recently made, the closer they are to canon, but these are mostly for fun for me to figure out the characters+plot!~
TW/CW for sibling abuse and manipulation
Author's note: sometime in the Courting Years; really wanted to write another one with Rosanna (her "stepsister"), since I have so few of them interacting so far
Evangeline
"Um, what are you doing here?"
Evangeline froze, flinching slightly at the sneer in Rosanna's voice. "You… asked me to come here?" she says quietly. Her eyes dart around at the group of women with her stepsister. She resisted the urge to hug herself under the weight of their smirks.
@toxic-relationships-week, Day Seven: Trapped
Contractual Care
Summery: Elijah and Aurora didn't exactly want to be together, they were wrapped into a contract by Finn and The Count and it seems they only had each other to lean on each other with the mess of the relationship, the others they care for seemed just as annoyed. [Tristan/Elijah and Aurora/Klaus reference as well]
CW: Arranged Marriage, Cheating, there is a sexual scene in this one near the end(marked out with '#####'), plus, blood/biting kink(come on they're vampires)
WC: 3030
[Masterlist]
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Elijah stared at his brother when he'd informed him of the decision. "You must be joking."
"It makes sense. The count told us it was likely end with us able to stay here this way. It was you or Rebekah." He said. "And the Count wanted our sister. And I imagine Tristan wouldn't like if Rebekah did have a child with the man."
"You shouldn't have sold Either of us into a marriage!"
"You're far over marriage age Elijah. Take it and we can have a home for a while."
"I-"
"Elijah." He said sharply, far too much like Mikael which made him fall silent immediately.
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"I am to marry... Elijah?" Aurora asked her father horrified, and she could see the blazing anger in Tristan's eyes.
"Father, he's not... optimal." Tristan tried before she could.
"Of course he is, Elijah can hunt, social keeps up, and you've noticed him with his siblings, he can handle our Aurora." The count waved off his children's obvious distaste. "Now, I have arranged a party for announcement. I believe Lord Finn is informing his brother. The announcement will be tomorrow during the party. And a ceremony the day after. The servants will be setting your new joined rooms as of tomorrow." He said calmly. "I will remind you, Aurora, as your brother has no current prospects, you are the current one in need to produce an heir."
"Father-" Aurora tried to start.
"Understand?"
"...Yes, father."
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Giving Up- Evangeline
@toxic-relationships-week 2026- Day 5
Their Sacred Vow
~Disclaimer for all drabbles- none are considered 100% canon; the more recently made, the closer they are to canon, but these are mostly for fun for me to figure out the characters+plot!~
TW/CW for implied parental figure abuse and manipulation
Author's note: placed maybe mid or towards the end of the Courting Years, clearly before she and Callisto wed
Evangeline
After a week, Evangeline had given up. She couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't keep holding out hope.
They were right.
Trapped- Evangeline
@toxic-relationships-week 2026- Day 4
Their Sacred Vow
~Disclaimer for all drabbles- none are considered 100% canon; the more recently made, the closer they are to canon, but these are mostly for fun for me to figure out the characters+plot!~
TW/CW for parental figure abuse and manipulation
Author's note: idk when this would be in the Courting Years, but probably sometime after she gets a pep talk from Gareth to confront her parents/guardians. It... predictably does not go well.
Evangeline
She was proud of herself, for once. She'd said her piece, stood up for herself and hadn't shaken once.
Her eyes remained hard as she stared her parents down.
Neither had reacted yet. Or shown any emotion. She did her best not to let that get to her.
Sunset, a femslash archive. A project of Agnes the Alien.
"You--" Julie tries to squirm away, but the roots hold her tight, the flowers gazing down at her stonily. "You bet your bottom, it is!" She tries to laugh, but it comes out just a bit too high-pitched, raw and strangled. "This is a suuuper fun prank, but mind letting me up?" ___ Home doesn't like it when their neighbors keep secrets.
Title taken from the song Green Green Grass by George Ezra.
Prompt: Giving In + Neighbor
@toxic-relationships-week
Title: The Only Person I'd Trust
Prompts Filled: @juneofdoom Day 12: "Don't lie to me.", @toxic-relationships-week Day 6: Gaslighting
Fandom(s): The Codename Conspiracy
Pairing(s): Agent Nineteen/Mule Medlock
Rating: T
Warnings: Gaslighting, Partner Betrayal
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Angst
Word Count: 559
Summary: Neptune and Nineteen have a phone call to discuss the meeting at Navy Pier.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86603321
Betrayal- Evangeline
@toxic-relationships-week 2026- Day 3
Their Sacred Vow
~Disclaimer for all drabbles- none are considered 100% canon; the more recently made, the closer they are to canon, but these are mostly for fun for me to figure out the characters+plot!~
TW/CW for religious trauma, manipulation from a trusted authority figure, and conversion therapy (discussion of rape and being gaslight about it)
Author's note: This is also early in the courting years when Evangeline goes to the palace priest for advice and help; this also got... much longer than I planned it to, lol; whump be whumpy
Evangeline
"Father Gerrit? May I… may I speak with you in private? Please?"
He turned and smiled at Evangeline, the warmth in his eyes filling her with hope. "Why yes, of course, my dear child. If you could just wait in my office, I will be right with you."
She curtsied and went to do just that. Her nerves twisted inside her as she sat on the lone couch in the room. Pulling her handkerchief out of her pocket, she fiddled with it as she waited.
@toxic-relationships-week, Day Six: Gaslighting
A Faux Freedom
Summery: Silas wasn't the one who woke Amara, it was Qetsiyah, but she made sure it was in a lovely set up home. Remore, surrounded by forest and somewhere that she won't just run. Then she told Amara that Silas had moved on, took the cure and died with his newest love.
CW: Gaslighting, Isolation
WC: 720
[Masterlist]
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When Qetsiyah stepped back through the veil to the living world once more she was far to aware that Silas was still very much a one track minded man. So rather then seek him or his newer shadow out, she went to the woman they had both loved.
She took her to a home that was as removed as they could be from this modern world as she could, so it was just Them, so no one could find them. Not Silas, his mirrors, or Amara's and certainly not the Travellers who had carted her around for all these years. The ones that descended from those that Killed her.
She rather liked the small home she'd found, and set up, she looked around as she made sure everything was perfect, fire lit, curtains closed, bed made, seats set and kitchen in perfect shape before she reached for a knife. She cut carefully into her wrist and raised it to Amara's statue like lips, watched as the grey stone like skin cracked and cleared out for Amara's perfect olive skin. A gentle hand came up to hers as she continued to drink until Amara's fluttered open. Then the almost tired eyes went wide and she fell back, her eyes went wide and doe like as she stared up at her in horror.
"Amara," Qetsiyah started with a sigh and then held a hand out, "I woke you because he's Gone. You and I are all that's left, and I would like to at least keep You now he's not here to ruin it again. And you can't take him again."
"Y-you-"
"Take my hand and stand." She said sharply.
Amara flinched but shakily reached out and took the hand and Qetsiyah dragged her to her feet. "Silas is gone?"
"Yes. He found a love in one of your little shadows, took the cure and died with her." She told her and moved a hand to her cheek, "he's not a good man, my dear, it seems he has a wild heart, he just liked your pretty face, not who you were."
"He said-"
"Many things, and he promised me to marry me and to spend eternity together, he broke those promises too, remember?" She told her and wiped the tear that fell. She could certainly understand the heartbreak. But she also knew and remembered when her heartbreak leant towards anger so much faster than Amara's seemed to. "I'm here though, my dear Amara, we share our heartbreak, as we have shared many other things." She said. Amara was still shaky, fearful, and Qetsiyah tried not to take the slightest pride in that, "how about I tell you my promise? I'm finding a way to stop the pain I caused you, you'll never have to feel another of them again." She told her.
Amara's eyes went shockingly wide, "you are?" Hope, disbelief and desperation waring on her face.
"I am. It is not an Apology," she said purposefully, "you hurt me. But I believe you've perhaps learned your lesson, you wouldn't turn on me again, would you?"
"No." Amara said quickly, and Qetsiyah smiled brightly.
"That's what I thought. You'll just have to be patient with me."
"But I'll be... free?"
"Of course." She nodded in agreement and Amara gave a slightly unsure smile.
.
Amara perked up as Qetsiyah returned, and Qetsiyah almost smiled. "Did you find what you need?" Amara asked. It had been a long day, memory of the pain from ghostly touches still waved through her body.
"I'm close." Qetsiyah told her gently, "it seems people have decided to hide somethings from me." She told her and moved to her, ignoring the flinch as she moved a hand to her jaw and leaned to kiss her chastely. "We'll get there though. You know I'm making sure you get your deserved end."
Amara nodded softly, "of course." She agreed gently. Amara's eyes fell to her lips for a moment, maybe once it was all over, those kisses would feel more euphoric, she really wanted to kiss her without wanting to pull away. And there was the want, and hint of happiness that blended into the shaking fear every time she reached for her.
She was so glad her dear Qetsiyah had forgiven her.
Because she had... hadn't she?