#noooo I like Moraine

[kyuohki]

Time for some WIP Wednesday! Reader beware, there's NSFW bits below!

Warped Fate (Part of Bloodlines series. Exploring who exactly Solen and Luana are in this verse, bc they're actual Gods so Zale and Valere can stay w/ their friends and family. Face headcanon for Solen is Aldis Hodge, btw.)

“You’ve done well.”

Zale jumped, whirling in the bright expanse, eyes wide and trying to find the source of the voice. It was deep-toned, resonating like it came from inside an enormous bell, and the vibrations of it surrounded him on all sides. At first, Zale couldn’t see anything, too blinded by the brilliant surroundings—then—

A man approached, stepping through the light. At least…Zale thought it was a man.

“You’ve fought hard, accomplished so much.”

For a wild moment, Zale almost thought Moraine stood before him, but—

The man radiated light, flaring off his body in whirling tongues of energy and flame, dark skin glowing in the golden power. He stood a full head and hand taller than B’st, and would have been intimidating if not for the wide smile on his face. His long, dark hair was intricately coiled and braided, then pulled back away from his face with a series of golden clips and combs. His beard and mustache were eerily similar in shape to Moraine’s, the color as dark as his hair.

The robes he wore were unlike anything Zale had seen before, a long, dark vest was overlaid on a bright red and yellow robe with a bright white, overlapping collar. A leather belt with golden inlay held up not only a heavy sword, but equally bright, silken scarves—scarves that held immense energy that made the woven cloth Zale bore feel weak in comparison. His boots were slightly curled up at the toe, the heavy material lined in white at the seams, and his light colored pants were tucked carefully into them.

“You’ve even managed to knock Aephorul down a peg!” the man laughed, head tipped back. “I don’t think any of our devotees ever managed to do that. Don’t believe any have managed to save not one, but two worlds, either.”

“Wh-what? Who are you—?”

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Kintsugi (Chapter 2? This is NSFW. The extra whump my brain demanded is this. *headdesk*)

“M-mas—Mas’r! Ple-ple’se, i—i’ hur’s!”

“Is this what you wished to show me, Barma’thazël?”

—!!

Pet stiffened, a chill momentarily cutting through the heat as it shot down his spine. His head turned at the sound of hooves, eyes wide as a shadowy form strode through the arched door.

He knew—he knew that voice—that was—

(Her smile was kind as she smiled down at him, and she reached down and ruffled his newly sheared hair with a laugh—)

Pet whined, an odd double image where the newcomer stood; a smiling, slight woman with red hair faded into the creature standing beside the platform, red eyes narrowed and sneering down at him. The Toys shifted, and Pet’s back arched and his legs jerked as they began thrusting into him again.

“A-aah! Ple’se!”

“How disgusting.”

The shock at seeing that face filled with so much contempt—directed at him—Pet’s stomach twisted and he couldn’t help the sob that tore from his throat as he writhed. He didn’t—she wasn’t Master—so why did he feel like—like he’d disappointed her—like he’d done something Bad?

“Elysan'darëlle.”

Her head lazily tipped up, and Pet held his breath at the unimpressed look she leveled at Master. Her long, clawed fingers tapped against the stone surface as she circled the platform. Pet shivered as she picked at the chain, then trailed her claws against his face and neck. The touch was so soft, and almost gentle; that ticklish sensation, coupled with the continued harsh thrusts of his Toys, tipped him over the edge and Pet’s back arched off the stone as he came with a choked cry.

“Tell me this isn’t why you requested my presence.”

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To Submit (My attempt at ABO fic. *sighs* This originally was just gonna be a long one-shot for an OT4, but noooo...worldbuilding had to happen.)

“Oh…this isn’t good…”

Teaks cradled Zale as he shivered, tucking the blanket about him tighter. Garl had said that his fever had gone down a bit, though he had been evasive on how exactly he’d managed it. Teaks frowned at how uncomfortable the Warrior Cook had looked, knowing that there were only a few ways for an omega to come down from a heat. She wondered at what the differences that Mooncradle must have regarding dealing with the secondary seasons, if Garl felt embarrassed to help a friend through his heat. Surely it wasn’t any different than other places…?

But then again, the three of them sometimes were so unaware of how the world seemed to work…maybe Mooncradle had some flaws in how they educated their people? They were quite isolated…

“H-h’rs—”

Teaks sighed. Zale’s fever was climbing again, and the sight of him being so pale and greyed out, blue eyes clouded and not really registering anything…Teaks shivered and hoped that whatever was causing this strange heat would pass soon. Garl had caught her as she entered the house they’d claimed for themselves, asking her to keep an eye on Zale. Then, he’d left to find Valere and go gather supplies, and she worried at how long it was taking him.

“Teaks? Keenathan said Zale’s here?”

The door rattled as if something rammed into it. Teaks jumped, eyes wide as Valere sheepishly opened the door. Her rueful, lopsided grin slid from her face at seeing Zale bundled in Teak’s arms.

“Zale?”

Teaks blinked and Valere was suddenly at their side, hand reaching and pressing gently at Zale’s forehead. He moaned, nuzzled up into her palm and writhed in the cocoon of blankets.

“S’hot—hur’s—”

“Teaks, what’s going on?”