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How are we here already? It feels like yesterday that we were closing last year's edition!
And yet we have had such a year full of fun stuff that I'm sure has inspired everyone :3
On that note, thanks for the MV suggestions, I hadn't seen some of them and it was a fun watch!
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Having said that, let the party begin!
And yet we have had such a year full of fun stuff that I'm sure has inspired everyone :3
On that note, thanks for the MV suggestions, I hadn't seen some of them and it was a fun watch!
As with every year, let's have a quick rundown of the rules for this:
⚝ One prompt per comment - but you can prompt as much as you like!
⚝ Prompt format: Group(s), characters(s)/pairing, prompt word/sentence (or link to graphic or music). For example:
MAMAMOO, Hwasa/any, divorce lawyer AU
Dreamcatcher, Yoohyeon/any, Spiderman AU
Dreamcatcher, Yoohyeon/any, Spiderman AU
⚝ No minimum or maximum wordcount!
⚝ NSFW and sensitive content are allowed but please warn for them.
⚝ Prompts can be answered several times.
⚝ Comments on fills are encouraged, do tell someone if you read something you like.
⚝ Post will remain open until October 31st 23:59 (Pago Pago Time).
⚝ A longer version of the rules can be found here.
⚝ If it is your first time using Dreamwidth, we have a quick guide here.
⚝ For any late minute changes, check the fest's twitter (or bsky, if you prefer)
And some reminders before beginning:
⚝ Anon commenting is allowed (but not required - you can post your fics under your name any time you want); IP logging is off. If something gets caught on the spam filter message me here, or on scarygirlynight twitter.
⚝ If you post on anon, you will be able to claim your fics once the fest is over.
⚝ Other useful links: carrd, AO3 collection.
⚝ Tell your friends about the party! The more, the merrier!
⚝ Last but not least: Have fun!!
Having said that, let the party begin!
juliet loves the beat [kep1er, hikaru/bahiyyih] (tw: blood/gore)
When the fog clears and Hikaru can see again, the scene that floods her vision is a beautiful massacre.
The walls are flecked in a tasteful manner, sweet as a jawbreaker but twice as thick. An overturned houseplant adds color, while symmetrical puddles seep out from the body’s slashed sides, and they drip and drip and drip until the rug is blotted with a large, red Rorschach pattern.
Hikaru thinks she sees a butterfly in the viscera. Or maybe a bat.
Ah, no, that top bit definitely resembles antennae.
Regardless, she’s really outdone herself. Hikaru sighs happily, imagining Bahiyyih’s face as she arrives home and takes in the sight. Her heart is pounding with the mess of her own creation: not quite a maestro, more a misbehaving dog, but it’s gleeful pride all the same.
Do you like it? she can’t wait to ask. If she had a tail, it would be thumping restlessly against the floor.
Then the lock clicks, and instead of praise, what Hikaru gets is — a scream. Which, well. That’s understandable. Even Hikaru can admit that.
“What have you done!?”
Bahiyyih enters like the parting of a stormcloud. Hikaru feels a surge of relief wash over her, but Bahiyyih only stumbles backwards against the door, one hand fumbling for the knob and the other covering the horrified gasp of her mouth.
“That’s—” Bahiyyih’s nails have just been painted. Her hands are trembling. “Oh god, he’s—”
“Dead,” Hikaru answers for her. “Your piece of shit father. Finally.”
“No.” Bahiyyih’s breath rattles. “No, how could you?” She won’t look at Hikaru, won’t move from her place by the door. Her eyes are glued to the meat on the carpet, stuck on its inelegant state of repose.
It’s simple, though. Hikaru would do anything for her. “You’re free now, Hiyyih,” she says, voice small. “Don’t you understand?”
Bahiyyih deserves everything and then some. Bahiyyih is the reason why Hikaru maintains the beating of her own heart. Bahiyyih has merely had the misfortune of being surrounded by those who don’t recognize what a gift she is, and so Hikaru will carry out what she cannot.
“That’s what you always say,” snaps Bahiyyih, her words building up to a sob.
“Because it’s true. Because I love you.” Hikaru would kill her way through an army if that was what it took, would carve up a body three times her size if Bahiyyih could only look at her that way, just once.
And Hikaru wants so badly to be by Bahiyyih’s side that she drops the knife and approaches, only for Bahiyyih to pierce her with a tear-filled glare.
“Get away from me,” she chokes out. “You’re a monster.”
“I’m protecting you from monsters. Your father was—”
“That didn’t mean he deserved to die!”
Hikaru is stunned. She’s watched, time and time again, as Bahiyyih’s father has been so needlessly cruel to her.
Whereas this cruelty was a necessity, and Bahiyyih will never hurt ever again.
“I just wanted you to be happy,” says Hikaru.
Bahiyyih looks ill. She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head, saying, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave.”
“I don’t — for how long?” Because Hikaru can’t be without Bahiyyih, and she’s trying not to show how much it’ll tear her apart. “I can give you a week, a month, however long you need—”
“Forever, Hikaru.” When Bahiyyih opens her eyes, her gaze is cold. “If you love me so much, then do me a favor and disappear.”
Dimly, Hikaru realizes she’s begun to laugh. Her own mouth stretches into an approximation of a smile, but the sound is metallic and dull.
“You don’t mean that,” says Hikaru. She sinks to the floor, staring up at Bahiyyih, a bare bulb making a saint’s halo behind her head. “You can’t.”
“I can and I do,” hisses Bahiyyih.
“I love you,” repeats Hikaru. “I love you.”
Bahiyyih ignores her. “I wish you weren’t here. I wish I had never saved you.” And for someone who could never do so much as defend herself, she has no problem with plunging the knife right in and twisting it. “I wish I’d left you to die, just like everyone else wanted.”
Hikaru crumples. “Don’t go.”
But Bahiyyih turns away, shaking, phone in her hand. Emergency services are already on the other line. “Goodbye, Hikaru.”
“No, please, please—” Hikaru crawls forward on her hands and knees, reaching to clasp the hem of Bahiyyih’s skirt between her palms. “Point me in a direction, and I’ll do it. I’ll make it better. Anything. Anyone. Just don’t—”
Bahiyyih unceremoniously kicks Hikaru off of her and slams the door. In the distance, just as Hikaru buries her face in her hands, the sirens begin to wail.
Re: juliet loves the beat [kep1er, hikaru/bahiyyih] (tw: blood/gore)
Re: juliet loves the beat [kep1er, hikaru/bahiyyih] (tw: blood/gore)
Re: juliet loves the beat [kep1er, hikaru/bahiyyih] (tw: blood/gore)
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