#I’m relieved they don’t seem to be going with the whole ‘cells in the womb have an entire soul attached’ thing?? but still don’t get why-

[vic-does-battlecats]

Calculating how to make a Moonpaw

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Stand, Overcome Your Fear (Beckett x F!MC): Part 7

Summary: Finally the longest month in Beckett’s and Maeve’s life come to the end and they find out themselves in a Mirror Hall. Will they finally find peace and solitude in their new home in Ireland. Or will someone stand on their way? Will they finally be able to be happy and end the nightmare that lasted more than 2.5 years.

Author note’s: This is AU for my MC Maeve Raven and Beckett Harrington. AU where happiness seems not possible for this two but is it so? All characters as usually belong to PB. Please let me know if you want to be tagged or removed from the tag list.

@fluffy-marshmallow-heart huge thank to you for all your support during me writing this AU, we are almost near to the end so thank you honey a lot. I appreciate this so much. @elles-choices thank you for your brilliant idea you gave me.

And thank for anyone who didn’t abandon this series just yet and read them :)

We are almost there. Next part supose to be the last one.

Author note’s 2: This lyric belongs to Aria (Kipelov), this is Russian Heavy Metal band and the name of the song is Stand, Overcome Your Fear. This song ideal for what to come next after this time of solitude

Warning:  battle, violence

Words: ~2910

Attunements:

Maeve Raven: Sun and Earth

Beckett Harrington: Moon and Metal

Tagging: @elles-choices @fluffy-marshmallow-heart @brightpinkpeppercorn @briarsunicorn @walkerismychoice @tmarie82 @boneandfur @darley1101 @scgdoeswhat @harrington-sinclaire @feartheendlesssummer @damienazarionos @timmagicktoad

Exactly one month after the moment when they said their goodbyes, one month after their heated kisses, woven bodies and sincere promises, they met again in the Mirror Hall to finally depart from Penderghast to their new home in Ireland. They both could feel how their hearts fluttered, anticipating solitude this place would give them, anticipating the powerful protection this place would provide. They eyes met and a small smile of happiness played on their faces. Finally together, finally free. Their fingers intertwined, their bodies close to each other, standing here, ready to walk through the mirror without any suspicion what fate had prepared for them.

- Are you ready, - whispered Beckett almost touching the Mirror’s glass, waiting for Maeve to nod. When he touched the glassy surface of the mirror, he knew, the same instance his fingers connected with it, that something is wrong. Instead of a shimmering glass surface, the mirror turned into pitch black, sucking them in. He tried to pull his hand away or let go of Maeve’s hand, but this was already too late as they both were swallowed by the blackness of the swirl. They could feel vacuum sucking them further and further into the void, not knowing where it takes them, not knowing what to expect. The time seems froze as they fell onto a stone floor from ceiling height. Beckett could hear Maeve’s weak groan near to him, feeling the warm liquid flowing from his broken nose. He rolled over on the side groaning, raising up and helping Maeve to her feet. His eyes met hers after carefully examining her for bruises, surprised and relieved to see that she is okay. He gently pulled her into his embrace. She could hear his heart thundering matching hers not understanding where they are and what had happened.

- Where are we, - she asked, mirroring Beckett’s thoughts, taking a step forward from him looking around on the high walls covered with claw marks and blood stains. She could smell the foul odor of blood, decaying flesh and deadly fears in the air. Maeve covered her mouth, feeling the sickness rises to her throat, feeling terrified of this place. The realization where they are and what is about to happen slowly sunk at her and she turned around to look at Beckett, fear in her eyes. She noticed the figure behind him, feeling with all her being the imminent danger looming on them. She tried to warn him, but no sound came from her stifled throat. Maeve could feel hot tears started to flow down her face feeling despair crashing her. Beckett’s brows furrowed in concern, but before he could do something, he felt the cruciating pain by every cell in his body, feeling like all the air was knocked out of him and his body hit the floor before being raised into the air and confined to the wall. He could feel the paralyzing fear enveloped his whole body, to no avail trying to fight with an invisible force holding him in place. The cold alien voice echoing around them, making their blood chill in their veins.

- STOP IT, - the voice bounced off the walls, - How dare you, fooling me. You thought you can just pretend that this is over in hope to escape me? Did you planned to live happily ever after with this…, - something similar to the smirk or animal grin crossed her face while she looked at Maeve’s terrified face, sending another wave of pain through Beckett’s body, - you may be protected by Professor Swan’s magick, but I just waited for the right moment when I could fully and slowly enjoy my retribution. You thought you can fool me? That you can get stronger? That you can fight me and be free? - her voice grew stronger and louder when her face changed to the white mask and her veins grew pitch black moving under her skin like a snake ball. Maeve could only stand still not able to move, not able to say a word. She felt as if chained to a place as if the ability to speak has been mercilessly ripped from her. Maeve’s eyes met Beckett’s taking the courage from him, feeling the growing strength in both of them as some invisible power was binding them as one whole. The power that they yet about to discover. She smiled softly at Beckett showing him that everything will be fine before fearlessly looking straight in his mother’s eyes. She could sense with all her body Mrs. Harrington’s fixed gaze, instinctively wrapping hands around waist listening for the harsh sound of her voice ringing in the silence,- Well, well, well… Then this is the infamous Maeve Raven, who stubbornly tries to date my son, thinking that I will allow this to happen? I would better watch him die than will let him date the kind of yours… I probably should know better of his own stubbornness and kill him, rather than give him a chance to break up with you on his own… I should know better, that he is weak. He always was a white sheep in our family. The only one who didn’t have the worthy attunement. The disappointment, the failure in our line… So, now he will learn how to respect me. I will teach him a lesson in obedience and what can happen if you do not obey. He will beg me for death after I’m done with you. 

- What kind of mother are you… you are a beast… a monster. He is your son and you put him through the hell, - Maeve fought back tears, her voice was strong but soft like a whispering meadow. The evil laugh broke through the room, stopping as abruptly as starting.

- SILENCE…, - the stabbing pain in her abdomen made her scream falling to her knees, but something pushed it back releasing the pain as quickly as it raised, hot salty tears run down her face, - do you want to know, what kind of mother am I? The one you never had… and the one you will never become, my dear, - she laughed mercilessly watching Maeve’s face distorting by the inner pain, her eyes meeting Beckett’s watching them mirroring the pain she felt of something that now never meant to be. She heard his screams cut through the air, watching him struggle to try and escape, watching his wrists bleeding to the floor and his face getting paler, - Stop fighting, my dear son… Is this little toy of yours really worth to die for? But don’t worry I took you both there not to watch you die, even if your disobedience should be punished. No, no, no my dear. I want you to watch her suffer… I want your pain to last forever, after her womb will be dried out not able to reciprocate, I want you to live knowing, that her tears are all your fault.

- Why are you doing this, - Maeve groaned while her insides twisted in pain, but some invisible power gaining strength pushed this pain away.

- Awwww, you will find out why. Don’t worry you and my traitor son will know exactly why I’m doing this, - she laughed circling around Maeve as a black kite around its victim looking for a better opportunity to strike, - I think you both will be interested in what I about to tell you and what will never come true now, - she stopped for a moment a smile of Death spreading on her lips, - There is a prophecy that a girl born on the summer solstice will develop the power of the sun, and will change the boy born on the winter solstice of the blood moon. Together they will be the greatest force of good that the world ever saw, and with their child, the blood attuned will stop existing, - and with this, she twisted her hands making the world explode in pain taking her breath away slowly dissolving into blackness. What happened next took everyone by surprise. Maeve could feel how some power started to rise from her, protecting her from the pain, making her body glow with a pink shimmering light. She could feel how the strength filled her and her eyes met Beckett’s while the light from her slowly enveloped him healing his wounds. Holding his mother in place by incantation, as under someone’s command she waved her hand tearing invisible chains holding Beckett down watching him getting free, rushing to take her side. His hands securely placed around her not leaving her gaze shocked and relieved at the same time. He could see his mother’s face distorted in a rage with futile attempts to break free.

- Mae, you need to leave, - he whispered to her in a rushed voice taking her hand in his, searching her eyes, not leaving any opportunity to object, - please run, don’t look behind, run as fast as you can. I’ll hold her as long as it will be possible and then… and then I will join you, - after a moment when Maeve didn’t move as if knowing her thought he continued, - I promise you, you will not lose me. I love you. I love you more than anything. I can’t lose you know.

- No, - spoke Maeve firmly, her voice hushed feeling confused and scared, but taking his side, -  I love you and I will not leave your side. I’m so sick of losing you again and again. We will fight together, as this is our fight... not yours... our, - their eyes intent on each other magick flows through Maeve’s fingers while she loses her concentration feeling how the spell stops and Beckett’s mother gets her freedom again sending the first incantation toward them. Beckett moves quickly in front of Maeve feeling how his mother’s magick hit him leaving a trail of blood at the point of contact with his skin, making him hiss in pain. Maeve’s eyes grew darker with fury when she met Mrs. Harrington’s black abysmal eyes, and she fought the urge to hit her with all the power she had within her. She knew she must not... for Beckett, but watching his shoulder bleed made her blood boil and anger rise... She put her hand gently over the wound healing it, watching his face flinch with pain from the contact. Her power pulsed through her as she still held her hand over Beckett’s wound focusing on his mother. She closed her eyes focusing on her innate energy pulling it up, feeling it coursing through her veins. She looked at her shining hand sending the beam of light in Beckett’s mother direction watching her deflect it with the darkness around her. She could feel Beckett’s body gone rigid under her touch, feeling the cold spread through him and his eyes glow with a moonlight. They could hear his mother’s cold merciless laugh when she sucked the blackness inside her releasing it with the doubled force. They could see this force reaching them ready for it to pass through them, not expecting the pink light protectively dispersing the force around them not letting it reach its goal. They both could see the opening in his mother’s protection hitting at the same time, making her stumble back watching at them stunned, feeling fury bubbling in her and the cold black as the night voice thundered in the room:

- YOU... DO YOU REALLY THINK, YOU CAN FIGHT ME? - her cold laugh bounced through the darkness, making them shudder to their bones, - DO YOU REALLY THOUGHT, YOU CAN FIGHT BLOOD ATTUNED?

- We don’t want to, - sighed Beckett, - but if... if you think I’ll be watching you hurt my family then you are wrong.

- Then so be it.

Beckett could see his mother’s eyes glistening red and her hands turning into claws. Black energy with sparkles of blood pulsating around her turning into a stream of air rushing toward them. They reacted both at the same time, Maeve’s beam of sun cutting the dark energy making it fall apart, while Beckett sends the energy of Moon toward his mother hitting her in the chest making her stumble backward in surprise. He could feel Maeve’s hand on his calming and soothing like a breath of fresh air, not letting his anger to rise, sensing the power around them pulsating and throbbing. He can feel his own energy started to rise, getting stronger. They caught sight of a red vapor coming from Beckett’s mother hands, slithered over to them like a snake making their hearts race and their heads spin from the lack of air, feeling like suffocating. Not thinking twice Beckett called for Air spell brushing it off, reverting the red vapor backward, watching his mother’s black aura absorbing it. He groped the metal surrounding them, concentrating on it, pulling it toward him forging it with hot flames into a pair of handcuffs. He sends them toward his mother, to chain her to the wall, watching them twisting and writhing before disappearing in the air. His mother’s eyes were focused on him, not noticing how Maeve slowly raised her hand pointing fingers where she stood watching how the stone floor crumbled quickly beneath her and the roots came out of it circling up binding her body. The scream of anger filled the air making it thick and foul ripping off roots that bond her throwing them in their direction not giving them a chance to block debris from them. They could feel how she started to lose temper hearing her murmur ancient incantation filling them with fear. They never heard it before, but Beckett knew what that meant and what is about to come. His mother was performing the spell that would cause shadow monsters to be released and it will mean that while his mother will feed on their strength, they will lose more than just their powers, they will lose their lives. Not thinking twice Beckett interlocked his fingers with Maeve’s, watching how her power pulsating around her in a golden light creating a perfect bubble of safety wrapping the pink light inside. His own power starting flow making his hand glow in blue moonlight interlacing with Maeve’s golden light. They both could feel how their magick started to transform becoming stronger lighting up everything with Northern lights ready to burst out of them. They eyes met knowing that they need to act fast or it will be late, unleashing this new combined power toward his mother, making her stumble backward in surprise. They could feel her struggle against this wall of light, that hit her in the chest in pulsating waves, fighting it, losing her power, anger and fear flash in her eyes. They could see blackness dissolve around her leaving a tired being lay on the floor not magnificent anymore, but vanquished. They let go of each other’s hands their eyes met, feeling drained and tired. Beckett took a step closer to Maeve placing his hands around her, wrapping her tighter into his embrace, his hands securely placed on her waist. His face buried in her thick golden hairs, his heart still pounding in his chest after the battle with his mother. Lifting his eyes on his mother he started to speak.

- Mother, no matter how much pain you made us feel, you will not be able to break this bond between us. I’m sorry for you, sorry that you cannot understand or feel what we can. But I forgive you..., - he looked at Maeve smiling at her weakly watching her to nod, before continue, - we forgive you. I hope you will find it in yourself to let us be. Goodbye, mother, - he said lowering his head and reverting his gaze from cold and bloodshot eyes of his mother, - Let’s go, - he murmured into Maeve’s ear brushing his fingertips over her still slim belly and kissing her forehead. He carefully took her hand in his turning to the only mirror he could see, hoping that it will take them to the destination in mind... their home. Not quite able to believe that they created a new life, still scared to lose them both. As by instinct, he turned his head meeting the cold eyes of his mother pointing at Maeve the black aura pulsating around her and he could feel how his heart drops. Without thinking twice, he let go of Maeve’s hand gently pushing her aside and taking her place reverting his mother incantation at her, watching it hit her in the chest where the heart supposed to be. He could feel hot tears pricking his eyes running down his face watching as his mother hit the floor breathless. He stood motionless feeling pain clutching his heart, not able to move. He felt a soft hand placed on his shoulder pulling him out of his daze, turning his head to meet the warmth of Maeve’s forest green eyes. He could see the pain and the grief in her eyes... the one that he felt himself... the one he tried to fight. “If only she would let us go,” he thought, taking Maeve’s hand in his, squeezing it lightly, hoping that they will find the way home.

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Romantic Relationship Day - Kiss Goodnight [Original Fic Fest]

Another day to share something for @originalficfest , this time it’s Romantic Relationships Day! I’m hoping a one-sided, unrequited love might still suffice! This is a short story of the love a candle feels for the young lady whose life it lights up. I thought about doing just a small sample of it, but I like it too much. You can read this and other stories on my blog, if you’re so inclined.

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I’m stuck wherever I’m placed, but where I’m placed is always important. I came into this world with a spark from a cigarette lighter, pulled out of a womb of plastic and cardboard, set down in a small, tin wax catcher to sit on an end table. I had a perfect view of the festivities.

“Happy birthday, Hannah.”

“Thanks, bro.”

The den was full, standing room only. People gathered around a young blond woman, who sat in front of a white cake, speared with thin, colorful candles that ran the spectrum of the rainbow. “Can I blow them out now?” she asked, shifting in her chair.

“No, no way. We gotta sing.”

Everyone laughed before taking in big gasps of air. They belted out a song, and I danced about, my back against the wall. Shadows danced with me, on the walls behind their owners. We had our own little party, me and my projected friends. Hannah blew out her candles, and people cheered, as if she had completed some great feat, or more likely because they could eat. Someone set a stack of small paper plates and a knife onto the table, and murmurs rumbled through the collective about how good the cake looked. Hannah’s brother leaned in, setting a hand on the birthday girl’s shoulder.

“Hey…where’s Terry?” he whispered.

Hannah’s eyes jumped around the room before settling on an empty plate. She turned her head slightly to her brother. “I don’t know Mart.”

The subject had been dropped when someone passed her a plate with a slice of cake. As the night went on, people laughed as I continued to sway, until someone asked to turn the lights back on. The den light outshined me in an instant, flooding the rooms with fluorescent light, as it tended to do in its quick and brilliantly showy nature. The shadows I cast were minimal now, limited to the curios on the end table with me. I watched as Hannah mingled, lithely sweeping through the room to have small conversations about how ��We should hang out more,” and “What a lovely place you have here.”

The night grew later, and I grew a bit shorter. People began wrapping themselves in coats and scarves to brave the cold Midwestern evening. You could smell the crispness whenever someone opened the door. The home cleared out quickly, and it was just Hannah, me, and Mart.

“You want me to stay for a bit?” Mart said as he slowly shoved his hands in his pockets, watching Hannah shuffle away from the door.

“No,” the girl sighed, gathering up plates from their resting places, conceived out of pure laziness. “I’ll be fine. I think I just want to spend some time alone.”

“You shouldn’t have to. Why wasn’t Terry here, like, at all?”

Hannah dashed by me, and for a moment I was caught up in her swiftness. She stopped at the trashcan at the end of the counter, dumping her refuse into its open mouth. “Wish I could tell you Mart.”

“Going out for like three months and he can’t show up for your birthday? Swell guy.”

“Might not be for much longer.” Hannah grabbed a scarf from the rack near the door, and swung it around the back of Mart’s neck. “I’m a big girl – I can take care of myself.”

“Alright then, just…keep me posted,” Mart slid his arms into his coat and turned to the door. “Don’t leave that candle burning. You wanna set your new house on fire?”

“Yeah yeah, get going. Drive safe.”

Mart closed the door quietly behind him. It was just her and me now. Hannah took a deep breath, setting her hands on the end of the counter as she stared off at nothing.

I’m sorry Hannah. I’m here though. Just…notice me.

Hannah looked my way, and I swayed to get her attention. Her head tipped to one side, and her shoulders sank as she drifted away into thought. Her cell phone rang, and she checked the display. She let it ring for what felt like a year, we could have celebrated another birthday.

“Hello?” she answered. “Yeah. No, everyone’s gone already.” She listened for a moment. “No, I want to be alone tonight.”

Oh, you want to be alone.

“Don’t bother. Good night.”

Hannah clapped her phone shut with one hand and threw it into the room, onto the couch next to me. She continued to clean up, and I just flickered. When she was done, she shut off the lights to the kitchen and noticed my light brightening up the room again. She walked over to the end table and bent down, looking at me. I could see myself dancing in her eyes.

Don’t worry about it, Hannah.

Her hand reached up behind my head, and she pursed her lips. My first kiss goodnight.

~

The next time I woke, it was just Hannah and me. I flickered and danced, my light bouncing off the bevelled tiles on the bathroom walls. She set a smoking match down onto my tin base, and then turned away, sinking deeper until water reached up to her bare shoulders. She let out a relieved sigh, brushing the water up onto her collar, the thin sheen reflecting my light on her soft neck. Seems it was a time for relaxing, and I figured that would be fine.

Let’s just enjoy a night to ourselves, Hannah. You deserve it.

Hannah dried her fingers on a towel draped over the edge of the tub, and then she lifted an open book from a tray next to her. Her head leaned back against the wall, and she raised the book to my light. Over our time together, Hannah’s legs swept up from under the water’s surface before slinking back down, leaving one knee, glimmering with a watery veil, just above the water. She swept through the pages of her book with the blade of her finger.

Are you liking the book? I don’t read as fast as you, so I only catch some of what’s going on, but I like what I do get to read. Heh, sorta sounds my like my life – I spend it sleeping so much of the time, only getting to see you and what’s going on when you need my light. I don’t mind though, coming out for special things likes birthdays, dinners, love-making sessions, and relaxing bath times. I get to be there for the fun. But Hannah, I hope things go well for you when I’m not there to give you my warmth.

In some respects, it was strange to see her like this. Hannah was surrounded by people, but seemed distressed about one person that wasn’t there. Now, though, she was happy, relaxed even. I hope she can hold onto that feeling.

~

I woke up to Can’t Let You Go by Matchbox Twenty playing from the speakers in the cabinet. Hannah was rushing around with her usual swiftness, the hem of a floral skirt following closely behind her. I caught a glimpse of my form in wine glasses on either side of me. The oven beeped, and Hannah darted back across the dining room. She cursed under her breath trying to put oven mitts on when her cell phone rang. She wrestled a dish off of the top rack and set it on the stovetop, pulling the mitts from her hands as she made her way to the table, where her phone sat, ringing.

“Hey, are you almost here?” Hannah answered. She leaned against the table, her hip pressing on the edge. “What? Stephen…”

I’ve heard that tone before. Her weight shifted, her nice skirt bunching up on the table.

“That’s not fair. We’ve had this night planned for a week.”

That phone, it’s nothing but bad news Hannah.

“No, fine. Whatever. Have a good night.”

Hannah clapped her phone shut, and clenched it in a trembling hand. She slapped it down onto the table, and the silverware clanked as it hopped on the wood.

Oh, Hannah.

The girl pushed off the table, grabbing one of the plates as she left. After a few moments, she returned with a plate full of vegetables and a marinated chicken breast. The smell was delightful, us fires, you see, we do good work. She poured herself some wine, and my bright form was more pronounced against the red in the glass. She left the bottle unstopped as she set it down, and then sliced into her chicken breast, my light glaring off the blade of her knife.

You seem upset, again.

I flickered, and she glanced at me as she took a bite of her dinner. She exhaled sharply as she chewed, and it almost blew me away.

Careful, I’ll stay as long as you want me to.

Hannah ate the rest of her dinner in silence, every once in a while checking her phone and tapping on the number pad. Sending passive-aggressive messages, if her expression was any indication. By the end of her meal, her nerves had calmed considerably, but she didn’t have that same content look to her like before. She set her fork down on her plate in such a way that it produced no sound. She looked at me again, and sighed.

See, I’m still here. I haven’t disappointed you, have I?

Hannah leaned toward me, cradling my swaying form in her cupped hand. I saw myself swinging in her eyes, but they trembled as tears formed.

Don’t cry, Hannah.

She blew me another kiss.

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“Yeah, the power is out in the whole neighborhood,” Hannah said, speaking into the phone pinched between her ear and shoulder.

She shook her hand, putting out the match and tracing a thin ribbon of smoke through the air. My light was the only in the room, or even in the house for that matter. Rain battered against the window, tiny wet fingers tapping against the glass in indiscriminate waves.

“It’s okay. I’ll just read here with a candle. The power will probably come back on before I wake up.” Hannah set the pitch-tipped stick on my tin base, before sitting down in the couch next to me.

Things seemed much more different in this dark than they did in the dark of the birthday party. Hannah was the only one in the house, and I was the sole light source. I was responsible for all shadows that swayed on the walls. It seemed like a monumental task, but I felt more than up for it; I was still tall, still bright.

Just the two of us, right? We’re not waiting on anyone else?

“No, he’s gone - we’re done.” Hannah replied.

Done? So you’re alone then. Are you upset?

“No…y’know, it’s good. It’s better that I spend some time being happy with myself.”

You think so?

“Yeah. I should focus on myself.”

That’s a good idea, Hannah.

Hannah turned her head and watched me sway in the dark. “Yeah, I can’t keep clinging to garbage relationships just to have someone there. I’ve noticed I’m a lot less stressed when I’m alone.”

Alone with your candlelight, right?

“Yeah, exactly.” Hannah chuckled. “It’s better this way, for now at least.”

That’s great to hear.

“No, no I won’t burn the house down. I’ll talk to you later. Have a good night, bro. Stay dry.” Hannah closed her phone and let it drop into her lap.

She reached forward to the table in front of her, sliding a small, hardcover book into her hands. A flash of light outshined mine from the window for a brief moment, before relinquishing the darkness back to me. Hannah turned her head from her book and looked out the window, the night and the rain making the outside a glossy black. She began to count, whispering the numbers with a timely pause between. By the count of eight, a low growl moved over the house, rattling the window in its sill. Hannah nodded, turning back to her book.

“We’re gonna be here for a while,” Hannah said, looking at me.

We? I danced happily. That’s fine, we’ll just relax here.

The sound of the rain was soothing, mixed with the intermittent flaps of the pages Hannah turned. Thunder continued sparingly, and Hannah ignored the lightning, keeping her attention to the book. It was nice, not having to worry about a call from someone to disappoint her, I was happy to see her in genuine contentment, after the trouble at the end of her birthday, as well as the trouble before her dinner.

It wasn’t long before Hannah had fallen asleep, her open book resting on its pages on her chest. The rain had subsided, all I could hear was her breathing. In this darkness, there truly was nothing but her and me. I had grown shorter, there wasn’t much left of me now. My wick was on its last inches, the oil of my wax drying up. I flickered.

Hannah, it looks like I’ll be going soon. I’m sorry to leave you, but at least we got to spend time together without that phone of yours disappointing you. I suppose, in a way, I’m just like those boyfriends – we had some good times, but in the end I’ll be leaving, sure as the sun rises in the morning. At least with me, you knew I wouldn’t be around forever. Even then, I never let you down, and I enjoyed this time with you. I shouldn’t have cared so much about getting your attention. I should have realized that I was important enough just because you chose to have me there. My existence, though short-lived like all lives, is brilliant in its own small way.

Hannah turned in her sleep, her head leaning toward the end table where I sat. Down to the last of my wick, smothered in melted wax, my fire shrank. Yet, as my light disappeared, sunlight began to pour into the living room from the front window. A small beam moved between the branches of the tree in the front yard, and landed across Hannah’s lips. The tip of my wick dulled from orange to black, a silver ribbon of smoke rising from it, swaying like a hand waving farewell.

Good night.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, and let me know what you think!

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Sangbum fic rec list

All you sinners stand up and say hallelujah 

I will update this rec list frequently because I like having all my fave fics in one place and sharing is caring, I suppose. In fact, I’m probably updating it as we speak. Message me if there are any fics not listed but you think are worthy to be recced. I’m so thirsty for fic you don’t even understand. This is basically me trying to cope after my chapter 19 tears :^)

Be warned: Nothing squicks me. Absolutely nothing. Please tread cautiously, mind the tags, and take care with what you read. Don’t force yourselves, please.

This list is arranged in no particular order but my absolute favorites are marked with bolded stars.

Series

Stuck by MysticallyKillingSoftly

My own summary: Prison AU. Future fic where Bum and Sangwoo are imprisoned. Bum is relieved to be away from Sangwoo even as he’s being lead to his jail cell. It’s all fine and dandy until he’s face to face with his cellmate. Bum is just. So done. I liked the author’s take on Sangwoo here. He’s a little bit more playful and childish and it’s kinda like Bum is his security blanket. That he hoards violently :^). Anyway, this was a fun read. The series is a WIP as of now but I still like it.

Word count: 1,458

your sickening desire by MartyMiaMatt

Original work summary: An exploration of the themes and dynamics in the relationship between Sangwoo and Bum.The stories can be read as separate pieces in no particular order. There may be recurring elements and references.

Why I like it: I really enjoyed both fics in this series but I enjoyed the first one more. The second one features Sangwoo asking Bum to choke him and Bum is understandably shaken up. He does it though. It’s actually really well done. If that’s your cup of tea, you’d definitely enjoy the second work. This series is not yet complete but every piece can be read as its own standalone complete piece.

Word count: 6,491

Works in Progress

*****The Rabbit and the Fox by firstbornking

Original Work Summary:

“He’s gone. He’s gone… He’s gone!

Bullshit! After all that crawling around… arghhh! That little fucker… he actually ran away? After everything I said? He ignored me?

No. No… there’s no way… he did everything I asked him.”Everything you said…? Everything you asked him…? Yeah, you know we gotta look a little deeper into that, my homicidal compadre.

Set between chapters 10 and 13.

Word count: 15,882 (¾ chapters written)

Why I love this fic to pieces: OOOOOOH BOY I CANNOOOOOOT RAVE ABOUT THIS AUTHOR ENOUGH! Seriously! When I received an email saying that firstbornking wrote a fic for Killing Stalking (Cause I’m subscribed to them obv), i was sh00k. Their characterization is flawless. Sangwoo’s mommy issues really lend themselves to his actions towards Bum. He’s got kind of a childish need to be adored and needed by Bum juxtaposed with his god complex that violently manifests itself. Yet this itself is extremely fragile and it's only held together by Bum's clumsy fingers. Their deliciously disturbing dynamic is handled so well. He’s so wrapped up in Bum at some points that it’s almost sweet in a twisted way. He’s childish at some points and terrifying the whole time. Bum is just so broken and Sangwoo is so wretched and guh. The way they lose themselves in one another really makes it seem like they've lost sight of who they are without the other in the midst of abuse and madness and it's portrayed really really well. The narrative really stabs through your heart. In a really sweetly disturbing way. It's so, so real. One might even say firstbornking kills you softly :^)

Lace by Nyarm **

Original Work Summary: Sangwoo thinks his cute little house guest needs a new outfit. His method for acquiring such things is a little unorthodox, however, which is unfortunate for people who like living.

Why I like it: This is told in Sangwoo’s POV. It feels like sometimes, his thoughts get a little bit longwinded but that’s such a minor issue that you won’t even notice or mind. You really get in his messed up head and hear his messed up thoughts. It’s amazing. And the forced feminization is a plus.

Word count: 8,315

Rose Tinted by darkbrokenreaper ***

Original Work Summary: There is a handsome man who comes into this room every day to check in on Bum and bring him delicious meals. He’s utterly attentive, propping up pillows and tucking in his blankets around him like a protective cocoon. He smiles at Bum and showers him with kisses and affectionate caresses whenever their eyes meet. At night, the man comes into the room and lies down next to him carefully, drawing Bum close into his arms in a loving embrace and they fall asleep wrapped up in each other like that.Bum has absolutely no idea who he is.AKA: Bum has amnesia and Sangwoo sees an opportunity.

Word count: 17,28

Recidivism by iamalivenow

Original Work Summary: Sangwoo wakes up at four in the morning to Bum shaking.Nothing new, really.

Word count: 12,572

Copula by orphan_account **

Word count: 2,617

Warning (contains spoilers for the fic): This fic features Omegaverse with Alpha!Sangwoo and Omega!Bum, mpreg, and an attempt to miscarry. One could also argue that non-con happens between Sangwoo and Bum since Bum is in heat when Sangwoo initiates sexual contact so he can’t consent to 1. having sex and 2. getting knocked up.

Normally, I’m not super into Omegaverse but this one is just too in character for me to pass up. Sangwoo forcefully impregnates Bum since there’s nothing more permanent than parenthood

His Omega Complex by julesver *

Warning: Contains omegaverse. I understand that that AU isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

Original Work Summary: In a world full of betas, Yoon Bum always dreamed of being with an alpha, to submit to him and bear his children. Today is the day he’ll meet his alpha, but what’s the worth of an omega when his womb has rotted out from the inside?

Why I like it: This will contain spoilers for the fic but I feel like it should be fine since the author tagged something like Mommy Issues or Mommy Kink somewhere in there but I really love how deep Sangwoo’s mommy issues go in this fic. He literally rapes his mom when he finds her in heat. I just have such a weakness for works that feature Sangwoo’s mommy issues. His actions are incredibly in character

Word count: 2,868

Twisted by ecko *** Can be read as complete

Original Work Summary: The day the police finally came to take him from the house was the day Yoonbum felt a part of himself die.

Word count: 5,596

Multichaptered and Complete

Make You Love Me by GeneralMajorLieutenant

Original Work Summary: “I’ll make you love me. Make you hurt so bad every time you think about me. And I know you think about me a lot. I get it, I got away. Of course you think about me. But I want you to feel what I did. I want you to think about me because you want me around. I want you desperate.“Sangwoo’s jaw dropped slightly, not sure if he was amused by the declaration, angered by it… or impressed.As Bum’s gaze drifted away from the camera and he reached to remove the cheap wig, he sighed, forced a smile, and like a prayer he muttered, “I could have loved you.”

Word count: 14,229

Let’s Kill Tonight by sazann

Original Work Summary:  “Come on, Bum,” Sangwoo urges, his eyes flitting over to a group of young women, “Pick a girl.”

Yoon Bum never wanted to become like Sangwoo. But if his captor loves the way he looks drenched in blood, Bum has no choice but to do whatever it takes to survive.

Word count: 7,503

One shots

Show Me Love by carmen_sandyeggo ****

Original Work Summary: Sangwoo never goes this far. He never makes it personal. Why should he? For him? Him, of all people? He still has yet to understand why Bum has such an effect on him. Which he would never admit. But this, this seems right. After everything, this could unify them to the bitter end.

Why I like it: They literally fuck. Next to Bum’s uncle’s corpse. This fic is greatand I can’t recommend it enough.

Word count: 5,554

i think i’m entitled to your body by dawnstruck ***

Original Work Summary: Yoonbum’s eyes are black mirrors, reflecting Sangwoo’s madness back at him.

Word count: 3,956

Underneath The Blood and Bruises by lisachan

Original Work Summary: He believed he knew what fear was all about. What that dreadful feeling could mean for a person, what it could do to a person.That was, obviously, before he met Sangwoo.

Word count: 3,014

Into the Darkness by Microkitty1313

Original Work Summary: This is for the Killing Stalking event on Lezhin. Koogi is fantastic.This would take place somewhere between after Bum was used to kill the other man and before he got his crutches. Just a glimpse of the everyday happenings within the walls of Sangwoo’s home, and Bum’s prison.

Word count: 3,555

Out of Breath by julesver ***

Original Work Summary: Yoonbum prayed for relief, for gentle hands to turn violent. Sangwoo complied.

Word count: 3,425

Control by julesver **

Original Work Summary: The only times Yoon Bum could feel a resemblance of control was during sex. Today, he pushed the boundaries of his influence to the limit.

Word count: 2,835

A Jealous Lover and a Concussion by YurisSpanx 

Original Work Summary: Sangwoo leaves Bum home alone while he goes out to pick up a new victim. He enjoys his jealousy, but won’t rise to it. Instead, will he fall beneath it? Based on Koogi’s latest picture on Twitter.

Word count: 2,542

Blush by ecko

Original Work Summary:

Sangwoo was always kinder to the pretty ones.

or,

the one where Yoonbum does what he must to secure his own safety.

Word count: 4,001

Unintended Side Effects by tendervittles

Original Work Summary: When his friends dared him to ask the boy who had a crush on him out on a date, Sangwoo had no idea he would end up here…

Word count: 2,304

Ignite by plummuffins

Original Work Summary: basically just smut in a pool of blood

Word count: 2,304

Trying by Rag

Original Work Summary: You’re staring at the ceiling, laying on the stale old cot that Sangwoo keeps on the floor of his spare bedroom for you. Sangwoo is out. You don’t know where he goes, and you know better than to ask. He likes it like this. He likes you on your toes.

Word count: 2,117

Damaged by WiltingGirl

Original Work Summary: Sangwoo catches Bum cutting himself

Word count: 1,424

Live Feed by crookedneighbour

Original Work Summary: Thankfully for Bum, Sangwoo posts to public social media.

Word count: 794