run for roses fest: round #1

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Fandom: NMIXX
Pairing: Haewon/Lily
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Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said
Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead
— Someone Like You, Adele

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[FILL] never mind
Fandom: NMIXX
Pairing: Lily/Haewon
Tags/Warnings: Canon Compliant, Post-Disbandment

Lily knew it would end eventually.

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[luckyzukky]

Fandom: LE SSERAFIM, optional 48G
Pairing: miyawaki sakura/huh yunjin
Tags/Warnings: transmutation, reinvention, evolution
Prompt:

it was in a foreign hotel's bathtub, i baptized myself in change
and one by one i drowned all of the people i had been
i emerged to find the parallels were fewer, i was cleansed
i looked in the mirror and someone new was there

from a balance beam, bright eyes

[FILL] a mouthful of flies, the flies hum my prayers

[baechuzz]

Fandom: LE SSERAFIM
Pairing: miyawaki sakura/huh yunjin
Tags/Warnings: transmutation, reinvention, gore

“I'm not sure about this, unnie,” Yunjin says, fingertips touching along the surface of the lukewarm water. Rings appear after each touch, ripples of magic like everything Yunjin touches and Sakura watches them until they disappear, lazily turning her eyes to Yunjin after. “I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me. You're helping me. Ascending.”

The words are cottony in her mouth, tasting bitter with the aftertaste of tranquilizers and the cheap vodka from the motel’s mini fridge she chased after them. Her tongue is too big as she tries to make each syllable, taking long breaks between each one and her soft encouragement only makes the line deeper between Yunjin’s brows. But even worried, Yunjin wouldn’t stop her. That’s why she asked her to help.

Sakura has reinvented herself so many times. She’s been so many things, had to fit into so many groups, had to please so many different people to the point she doesn’t find the way back home. Each time she tries to conjure up her real self, buried under skins she has taken up over the years, she comes back with one of her different inventions – eager survivor show competitor? bubbly power-hungry Japanese idol? too-cool-to-care K-pop idol? Leather over leather over leather, and she’s barely breathing under. Who is she anymore, if she peels back all these skins?

And Yunjin. Yunjin has done this too, so many times, but differently. She has cut herself into neat little pieces to weave herself into what she is today. Each piece is from her former self; keeping everything with her. And maybe that’s why Sakura asked her. Because Yunjin did what she failed to do: kept herself intact while she became someone new.

But somewhere in California, in a roadside motel, in this dingy pink tiled bathtub, Sakura is finding herself again.

“Y-You just have to say stop and I’ll do it.”

With gigantic exertion, Sakura raises her arm, wrapping her fingers on Yunjin’s wrist.

“Even if I beg, please do it. It’s a death sentence if you let me slip away.”

Yunjin’s lower lip wobbles, but she nods. She has the loyalty of a child, and Sakura loves her for it. Urgently, just as this thought resurfaces, she tugs on Yunjin’s arm until she’s leaning over her. Her wide brown eyes are glistening in the low light, unshed tears for lives Sakura doesn’t mind killing. With all of her power, she pushes herself up and captures the corner of Yunjin’s lips in a chaste kiss. But Yunjin is quicker, hungrier, and she holds Sakura’s face in her palms and kisses her like she means it. The kiss tastes like salt and regret.

“Thank you for always being by my side,” Sakura says when Yunjin lets her go, and she slips back into the water.

“Don’t say things like these. This is not a goodbye.”

“Of course it isn’t.” After using up all her energy, her eyes have a harder time focusing. She blinks but then she can’t open them anymore. “Please do it. Do it quickly.”

A whimper is the last thing Sakura hears before she lets her body sink deeper in the water. She’s floating, ears covered and for a moment she wished life would end here. In this moment of tranquility, she could find peace. But then, Yunjin’s fingers slowly wrap around her neck, thumbs placing on her windpipe. Then comes the pressure and she’s slammed to the bottom of the bathtub, every orifice filling with water as she silently tries to scream. The pressure on her neck doesn’t let up, and through the pills and the vodka, she claws at Yunjin’s hands. Water rushes into her lungs and all they do is burn, burn, burn.

She feels the first rip in her back, just as her muscles relax. Red fills the bathtub as her skin rips, crimson blood and blackish gray slime oozing out of the gashes and she gurgles through the pain as her bones crack and break into new shapes,rearranging themselves to give space, building up Sakura from the bottom. Yunjin’s lovely hands stay on her throat, even as they tremble.

Her heartbeat slows. Each slow beat opens a new eye; the world turns kaleidoscope as blinking eyes tear through the soft tissues of her body. Wings grow around her, cocooning her from the world and as her dying heart struggles to make its last beat, Yunjin pulls away.

Sakura rises from the bathtub. Six wings and countless eyes, mouth torn apart in a forever scream.

And in front of her, hand circled over Sakura’s ankle, Yunjin stares at her from her knees.

“You’re–” Yunjin starts, words tumbling out of her mouth like sobs, like reverend prayers, “you’re beautiful.”

She sees herself from every angle; from the broken mirror, from the reflection in the water, from the dark pupils of Yunjin’s eyes. Here. Her final trick. Her final reinvention. She has reached divinity. She has reached home.

Re: [FILL] a mouthful of flies, the flies hum my prayers

[luckyzukky]

FUCKKKK FUCK I NEVER THOUGHT THIS ONE WOULD GET FILLED AUTHOR ILYSM

the kiss she initiates before she goes under the water is CRAZYYYY and the GORE AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! i'm obsessed with the horror angle!!!!

i loveeee how you write sakura, so ambitious and determined to get what she wants, so cutthroat.... i love to write her this way too!!!!

this is fantastic, thank you so much for filling my weirdo prompt so beautifully <3

Re: [FILL] a mouthful of flies, the flies hum my prayers

[sonofgodzilla]

This is hideous, it's the absolute best! The tension and atmosphere are a weight you could literally use to break someone's skull. I love the setting of the scene, I love the build up, and I love terribly Biblical Our Lady Sakura from the realm of the Other. Beautiful!