Fic or Treat 2024: Ren's Door

[quillpunk]

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Ren the Ghost's Door

DW username: quillpunk

Light is on for: Anybody :D

What's in the Bowl? Fic (drabbles-or-longer)

Let Me Know: Fandom + Pairing (or just fandom if you're fine with me doing whatever pairing I want <3), prompt if you have one :D (for example a premise, like 'trapped in the rain', or just a word, like 'rain')

Other info: I will not write sexual content, gore, underage, M/F or F/F pairings, and will not do anything that's on my usual DNW list (barring 1st person POV if I feel it works). I reserve the right to say 'no' to any request I feel I can't write/that makes me uncomfortable. If you've got DNWs for your request, you can include/link to them and I'll do my best to avoid them, as long as they don't box me in/contradict your request :)

I'm open to requests for any fandom/pairing I've written before on TisStrangerEerierAndPreposterousUsername.

I can also be convinced to try out a new fandom if; I can get my hands on the source material, it's short enough that I can consume it in less than a month (since this is a Halloween event! So for example probably not an eleven season tv show, LOL), it's a slash (m/m) pairing, and I think it's something that I can write for. That might not end up being the case! I might not be able to get my hands on it, or I might not be able to write for it, etc. I will let you know if I can't do your request :( You're definitely welcome to request something else in that case!

I particularly like horror, sci-fi, fantasy, mysteries, and sitcoms, if you want to ask for something I've never written before :)

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[quillpunk]

(no worries, it worked out!) a gift! (also on ao3)

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I dreamed about Benlian, of course. It was impossible not to; I think I used to hate it. I remember the way one faintly remembers that hideous feeling of falling in a dream and waking when one hits the ground, a sort of burrowing resentment, a sort of twisting, curling flicker of despair. But those feelings vanished, naturally, when Benlian did what he did; that kind of hold he had on me, and still has, I suppose, could excise any unnatural hatred the way I could step on an ant.

So I dreamed about Benlian. I still do, naturally. I dreamed, and sometimes in my dreams, we touched. I shall not say where or how or even why---though the why should of course be obvious---but I think I used to long for those dreams.

In them, Benlian was withering, the way he was withering in reality. He was performing a magnificent feat, and that did not cease in the dreams. Too, I think, he was aware; at least he was aware enough even in his sleep to not cease the great migration. I remember flashes of those old dreams, sometimes, and I think how lucky I was to get to be a part of it, that awesome movement, if only just for a second. For in dreams, we would touch, and I could feel that aching emptiness, that total longing, that overwhelming desire for more.

I was hungry, in those dreams, in a way I've never been in reality. I think some of that hunger must have been Benlian's, but what he was feasting upon I didn't know. In truth, I didn't much care then and I don't much care now. To have Benlian, surrounding and eating upon my very thoughts... consuming me, in a way... well, I rather thought it was the most magnificent thing.

[embraidery]

Oooh, this is wonderful! :D Left a comment on AO3. Thank you, and happy spooky season!!

[quillpunk]

Happy Halloween! :DDD