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littledanette · 2 years

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Reader is sparring with Wil/teaching him how to fence properly, and the tension, close proximity and sweat get a little too much to handle...? 🙃

A/N: So uh, guys? I... really don't know what happened here. I loved this prompt so much that my initial “simple” response to this request then turned into… well, this whole thing. I mean, I wrote so much that I HAVE TO BREAK THIS UP INTO PARTS. Liiiiike….when I tell you this half Elf has me in a CHOKEhold. So, uh, anyway, enjoy this totally uncalled for and deep (deep!) dive into the world of Shannara, I guess. Hurray!

PREMISE: Slightly AU from the Shannara series. In this timeline the quest for Safehold is complete, Wil and the others have returned home, and evil has been defeated. Amberle has managed to save the Ellcrys without having to sacrifice herself, but because of her brothers’ death she is now now next in line to become Queen. The story begins a year after the final battle. Allanon returns to warn the court of Arborlon about new demon sightings at the far ends of the realm. The Elvin army is ordered to begin training for war once again as a precaution and the Four Lands remain on high alert following Allanon’s warnings. ‘Reader’ is a Captain of the Guards and is responsible for Wil’s training. She’s been a part of the story and has known him since the beginning. There’s always been a strong energy between them and it’s clear that they both care deeply for each other. However, now that Amberle is about to become Queen Wil is destined to stand by her side as the next King. Now she and Wil have officially announced their wedding. Right after, Wil shows up to his next training session, completely oblivious about Reader’s reaction to the news and what that means for them and their relationship. WARNINGS: mentions of infidelity, intimacy, mentions of war and violence

NOT THAT GIRL - PART 1

(Wil Ohmsford x Reader)

The sound of swords clanging against each other echoes in the air.

“Was that supposed to hurt?”

You lazily step to the side, blocking Wil’s umpteenth attempt to strike you and easily pushing him back. He stumbles awkwardly, almost losing balance. He manages to stay on his feet and lowers his sword, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

“I’m just asking,” you ask with a shrug, “Cause at this point, I’m not sure if you’re actually trying to fight, or if you’re just playing with me because you’re bored.”

“Hey, what’s with the attitude?” Wil asks, confused, “…And by the way, since when do you take these training sessions so seriously?”

Clueless, as usual. Of course he’d think it was about the training.

The mere thought does nothing to calm your frustration.

The two of you are alone in the gigantic outdoor training arena under a canopy of Elvin trees that do little to block the dying sunlight and the summer heat rising from the ground. You’re sweating profusely, the steam is getting unbearable, and Wil is getting on your last nerves. But you’re not about to let him know that. You always thought actions speak louder than words, anyway.

“The entire army is on high alert for demon attacks. I’d start remembering how to actually handle a sword, if I were you,” you snap back as you point your blade towards him, ready to go again - you notice Wil quickly mirrors your movements - but not without adding, “You know, before you find yourself having to save your precious princess and end up making a demon laugh itself to death from how much you suck at fighting.”

The words come out more poisonous than you had intended, and Wil stares at you questioningly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Without answering you leap forward, delivering a direct blow that takes Wil by surprise. With a yelp he instinctively raises his weapon to protect himself, barely stopping you. You keep pressing forward with your blade, forcing him to step back.

“Hey!” He yells out, “What the hell’s the matter with you?!”

“Focus, Short tips,” you snarl, using the nickname you know he hates so much and pushing him backward once again, “Never lower your guard. It shows your weakness.”

“You’re not playing fair at all,” he retorts, taking a few steps away from you and walking in circles. He kicks the ground in frustration.

“Good luck playing fair with a demon,” you reply dryly.

“Can we just cut it out with the demon threats and actually talk for a moment?”

You shrug. “What’s there to talk about?”

Wil sighs, looking at you intently. You quickly look away, avoiding his eyes. You try to distract yourself observing the ceiling of leaves and branches above you, now illuminated by the first faint night lights as the sun keeps setting behind them. Before you realise he’s even moved, you feel Wil’s hand close on your forearm. You look down and raise an eyebrow before looking back up at him. He seems genuinely concerned.

“…Whatever it is that’s bothering you so much today.” He responds softly.

Something in your stomach churns. You know you’ve been acting like a bitch unreasonably all day, and it hurts him. But you also know there was nothing you can do about it. It’s not like you could go ahead and tell him you’d heard the ‘unofficial’ news about his wedding through gossip amongst the palace staff and the other Guards. Before he’d had the decency to come tell you himself. It’s not like you could tell him that when you’d then heard the official announcement that confirmed everything, it had made you feel like getting stabbed in the chest by a knife. It’s not like you could tell him the very thought of him getting married to Amberle was enough to send you in a jealous rage. Because you had absolutely no right or reason to be jealous. None. And above all, it’s not like you could tell him that feeling his hand on you right now was sending a wave of butterflies bursting in your stomach. And yet…here you were.

You quickly try to dismiss his concern with a dramatic sigh, reluctantly pulling away from his gentle grasp. “The only thing that’s bothering me is the abhorrent way you’ve been fighting today. In case you forgot, I’m the one responsible for your training. If anyone sees how catastrophic your technique is becoming, they’ll come straight for my head.”

He shakes his head, huffing. “This is just a training session. You know that. You’ve never cared so much about my fighting to the point that it makes you this upset. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it,” he quickly adds, “But you can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

“Aww. Sweet, naive Wil. Now, are we done sharing our feelings?” You ask in a mocking voice, rolling your eyes, “The sun’s almost down and I’d like to get at least some work done, if that’s all right with -”

“All right, just - forget it. Forget it.” he cuts you off suddenly, “Let’s get back to practice then. I just thought you trusted me. That’s all.” He seems disappointed. Hurt, almost. He shakes his head and looks away, “I just thought…we were close. That’s all.”

You close your mouth, unable to come up with another witty remark. He resumes his fighting position, pointing his sword at you. His expression changes as he frowns slightly. “Ready?”

You quickly snap back to attention, scoffing. “Of course I am. Can’t say the same for you, but let’s see what you’ve got….” You resume your defence position. “You seriously need the extra practice, let me tell you -”

Suddenly Wil pounces forward, taking you by surprise. You’re quick to recover and manage to block his blow, but he immediately attacks again. The two of you begin a much more intense round of fencing. As you try to adjust to this new burst of angry energy coming from Wil, your mind wanders back….

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“Close”.

Yeah, you’d become “close” all right. If that’s what he wanted to call it. Despite your better judgement, you start replaying instants of memories you’d shared in your mind. The two of you had met right when Wil had first arrived at Arborlon with Allanon to help Amberle. You hadn’t thought much about him at first. After all he just seemed like a naive half-Elf from the countryside who had stumbled upon something much bigger than himself. Even after hearing about the quest for Safehold and how he, Amberle and that rover girl were the ‘Chosen Ones’ for the mission, you were much more preoccupied with the fate of the Four Lands resting upon their shoulders than anything else. Of course destiny was already way ahead of you. King Eventine decided you should accompany the trio for part of their journey along with your best soldiers. Things moved quickly from there: between the seemingly endless trip and never ending danger, the battles and the ambushes, the obstacles and the surprises along the way, you had managed to accomplish your job flawlessly as always. You had turned out to be an essential part of the trio’s journey multiple times, and even though you weren’t one of the Chosen ones your presence had been just as important to the quest as them. Especially, as it turned out, for Wil.

For some strange reason he’d seen beyond the strict, fierce and intimidating character you put forth and had taken a particular interest in interacting with you along the journey. You’d been slightly confused at first, especially since it was glaringly obvious that there was already a love triangle set in motion between him and the two Chosen girls. But you’d also failed to notice any romantic advances on his behalf towards you. So eventually, despite your reluctance in opening up to new people, you figured he simply wasn’t romantically interested in you and had slowly started taking him more into consideration. You’d noticed that despite the two other girls’ attentions he seemed constantly out of place, as though he was just standing on the sidelines of the quest. He was terrified by all of it, that much was clear. But he was also deeply alone. You couldn’t help but relate to him for that. As an orphan you’d spent your life growing up and learning to live by yourself. You’d enrolled in the Elvin army very young, to somehow avenge your parents’ death after they had died in the Ancient Wars many many years before. Fortunately you seemed to be quite good at what you did. Being an outcast turned out to be a shared burden with Wil, and slowly but surely you started seeing him less as a clueless halfling and more like a kindred spirit. Not that you’d ever admit it out loud, especially back then. Your relationship with him had then a sharp turn for the better after one particularly fateful instance.

You’d saved Wil’s life during a particularly vicious battle against the enemy army. A gigantic orc had knocked Wil off his horse with a spiked club, throwing him to the ground and sending his sword flying way out of his reach. You’d seen him crash out of the corner of your eye, the distraction almost causing you to get impaled by a demon. With a fierce move you’d sliced its throat with a clear cut to its jugular, before turning around and bounding towards Wil to help him. Injured by the fall, Wil was clutching his bleeding side and frantically searching for those damn Elfstones that only seemed to work when they wanted to. Just as the the orc had raised his weapon to deliver the fatal blow, you’d leaped in the air and raised your sword once more, burying the blade deep in the monster’s back and cutting him all the way through. Wil had stood watching you, still in shock as the orc fell lifelessly at his feet. You’d quickly managed to somehow drag Wil to safety and keep him alive long enough for the battle to end. You’d helped him cover his wound right after, advising him on how to help it heal - that is, until he stubbornly began trying to use the Elfstones to heal himself. They worked, fortunately.

The quest was over soon after that, and you all returned to Arborlon to figure out what the next chapter of your lives would involve. Wil had spent the following month continuously thanking you for saving him and constantly following you around for whatever strange reason. You’d finally had enough and had asked him - better, ordered him - to cut it off with the thank yous before you regretted saving him in the first place. Embarrassed, he had apologised and promised to stop thanking you - but he hadn’t stopped following you around. When you bluntly asked him what he wanted from you, his ears had turned red and he had confessed that he just liked your company….and was wondering if you could train him. After all, he’d decided to stay at Arborlon for good, and he figured it would be a wise decision to train like an actual Elvin warrior while there was still peace. You know, before the next certain-death mission came along. So, why not train with the best? You were more than surprised by his response.

Not just because you’d never considered someone could actually enjoy your company - your closest ‘friends’ were your soldier colleagues and you could barely call that a deep, meaningful friendship. You were also puzzled because, ever since returning to Arborlon, it had been clear that Amberle and Wil were a couple. The rover girl had left soon after the quest was over, and Amberle and Wil had started acting like a couple publicly. Surely he couldn’t be that stupid to think he could dare date the princess and court one of her Royal Guards - right? Trusting that he would be smart enough to not make such an idiotic mistake, you’d agreed to one training session and see where things went from there. After all you had nothing to lose, right? Oh how wrong you were.

That first training session had quickly turned into an almost everyday occurrence. Not only that. Wil had started hanging around you more and more - before and after your training sessions, in the evenings, sometimes early in the morning when you were busy surveilling the rest of your warriors as they trained themselves. You’d tried to keep yourself immune from his naive charm, his overwhelming altruism and his endless kindness. You’d resisted quite a bit, too. But you were bound to fall sooner or later, and you knew it. And fall you did.

You knew you’d messed up when you started catching yourself doing stupid, silly little things that made you want to smash your own head into a brick wall. You started getting way too distracted by Wil’s eyes, which were neither blue nor gray, but a mixture of hues blue that changed intensity depending on the light. And if Wil happened to touch you in any way - even just offering his arm as a galant gesture while you were walking, or accidentally brushing his arm with yours, let alone all the unavoidable physical contact you had during your training sessions - you started getting a rush of adrenaline that you really, really didn’t like. And, in spite of your usually very dry sense of humor, Wil soon learned just how to make you smile or laugh even when you didn’t want to. No matter how much you tried to keep up your tough act, Wil had managed to break through the walls you’d put up with the rest of the world. And pretty soon, you realised you couldn’t really imagine your days without him.

You hated yourself for that. You were fine living just the way you did. Alone, with no responsibilities other than towards yourself, and only focused on what you wanted and what you needed. Besides, your life was already too unpredictable and dangerous as it was. You could find yourself on a battlefield, or defending the palace from an attack, or risking your life to defend the Four Lands, at any moment. How could you also deal with worrying about someone else?

So of course, you’d done the worst thing you could do. You’d swallowed your budding feelings for Wil and buried them deep, deep inside, acting as though they never existed. Thankfully, years of military mentality had taught you to discipline your brain like a well functioning war machine. You put all your focus on training him as though he was just another one of your warriors, and similarly treated him like just another fellow soldier when you spent time together outside the training arena. Your plan seemed to work pretty decently… until another fateful night.

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You’d finished training late and had asked Wil if he wanted to join you and the guys at the tavern for a quick drink. He’d said yes. Of course he had. Then, for a series of events that had very little to do with you - stupid dares from your fellow guards and stupid jokes and stupid drinking games - that quick drink had turned into several drinks. So when you and Wil eventually left the tavern after midnight, you were both embarrassingly drunk. Wil had insisted on accompanying you home, ignoring your cries of protests and your attempt at telling him you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself thankyouverymuch. The two of you had made your way towards the Captain’s quarters, stumbling along and leaning on each other for support. To your horror, you’d realised you were giggling like an idiot at basically anything Wil said. To make matters worse, you’d then tripped over yourself and awkwardly stumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. After bursting out laughing, Wil had asked you if you were okay and offered you his hand to get back up on your feet. He’d then taken your arm and placed it around his neck, allowing you to lean on him more comfortably as you walked, and holding onto your hand.

“What were you saying now? You’re perfectly able to take care of yourself?” He’d asked you mockingly, slurring his words as he gave you a cheeky grin.

You’d felt yourself blush furiously and quickly turned your head to hide it from him. Too late…he’d noticed. “Awwww…..is the Captain blushing? Is that a little blush I see? Oh my gosh, you are adorable.”

“Shut UP, Short tips!” You’d retorted, hitting his chest with your free hand.

Fortunately, by then you’d arrived in front of your Quarters. Unfortunately, Will wasn’t about to let you go just yet.

He spun you around so that you were facing him, holding both of your hands to your sides, trying to keep himself steady as he focused his gaze on you.

“Hey, enough with that stupid nickname,” he’d complained, frowning slightly, “You know I hate it, right?”

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Fiiiiiiine, whatever.”

“Besides,” he continued, “You can drop this whole ‘I’m so tough and independent and heartless’ act with me, you know?” He shook his head, which made him lean dangerously forward. You took a step back and instinctively freed your hands from his grip to place them on his chest and hold him up. “Whoa…take it easy, Short-” you stopped when he shot you a fired look and huffed, “All right, all right, just…take it easy, William.”

“That’s…not my name.”

“What do you mean? What’s Wil short for, then?”

He thought about it for a moment, then grinned meaningfully. “Wil’s not short for anything.”

You’d stood there with your mouth hanging open, at a loss for words.

“You did not just say that-”

He giggled, then hiccuped.

This is a nightmare, you thought. This was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen in your life, and it was a nightmare.

“Anyway, that’s not what matters,” he’d quickly recovered, shaking his mane of blonde hair and taking your hands in his once again, holding them up to your chest.

You noticed the two of you had somehow mindlessly walked just besides your Quarter’s doors and into a side alleyway that was a little more secluded than the main road.

Wil took a moment to inhale deeply.

“Heeeey….hey, hey,” he mumbled, searching for your gaze until he had locked eyes with you, “What matters is that you listen to what I just said, okay? And I said, you can drop the act. It’s okay. I get it. I know who you are. I trust you. But I also think that sometimes the way you act is a bunch of crap -”

“Uh, excuse you?” You’d cut him off, raising an eyebrow and acting offended. Wil however, noticed that you did not pull away from him or break eye contact. “What do you think you know about me, exactly? I mean - One day you march in here from the Vale, save the world, come back a hero, beg me to train you - oh don’t give me that look, you were begging like a puppy - and even though I already saved your ass on the battlefield and took you back home safely, effectively ending my duties towards you - no, stop that!” you’d playfully smacked his chest again as he started laughing under his breath, “You STILL insist that I train you, until I cave in and say yes and then….and then what? You waltz into my everyday life with your horrendous sparring and your stupid blonde hair always getting in your face and you look at me with your stupid blue eyes and you talk with your stupid deep voice and you tell me all these stupid nice things, trying to woo me just like the pretty boy you are…. a-and suddenly, now you’re this know-it-all who knows everything about me?”

He was fully laughing by now, his shoulders shaking as he tried to keep his voice down. “Wait wait wait….I think I missed something….” He said between fits of laughter, “…Why is my….hair? Eyes?…my voice….Did you seriously call them stupid?” He kept laughing as he slowly walked you backwards until you felt your back touch the wall of the building.

You rolled your eyes again, but Wil’s contagious laughter was catching on to you and soon you were also holding your breath to keep yourself from laughing out loud. After a few moments, the two of you had managed to pull yourselves together long enough to speak again. “All right, all right, pretty boy…” you’d mocked him, shaking your head, “…I think we better cut it out and go to sleep. We’re gonna wake up the entire army if we keep this up.”

You gently freed yourself from his hold, smoothing the front of his shirt with your hands as you tilted your head to the side, a small smile on your face. Just when you started noticing how nice Wil’s chest felt beneath your touch and your mind started wondering towards much less innocent thoughts, you caught Wil’s gaze and suddenly your heart skipped a beat.

Wil was staring at you with a peaceful but intense gaze, taking his time to scrutinise your face as he lifted his hand to slowly push a strand of hair behind your ear. He shook his head lightly.

“You really are something else,” hensaid softly as he caressed your cheek. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt him place his hands gently at the base of your neck. Then, he started to lean forward….but only to give you just a chaste kiss on the forehead. Yeah. Just.

He mumbled something under his breath as he pulled back. “What was that…?!” You’d asked him a little too quickly, desperate to distract yourself from the giddiness bubbling in your stomach thinking about the feel of his lips on your forehead. You needed to get it together. You’re a Captain, for Goodness’s sake! What was the matter with you?! Just look at you. Giggling and hiding in a shadowed alley with the princess’s betrothed, drunk on Elvish beer, on a work night?! You were a disgrace.

And you were loving every single moment of it.

“Hmmm?.…Whatsthat?” He mumbled, his voice oddly huskier all of a sudden.

“What did you say?”

“Oh…..yeah,” he shrugged with a snort of laughter, “No, yeah, I mean, I was just talking to myself thinking I probably should have chosen you instead of Amberle or Eritrea, you know.”

Despite the shock in hearing his absolutely unexpected and totally random confession, you couldn’t control yourself as you grinned broadly.

“Oh, now is that so? Well, it’s too bad I’m not into cute future princes with pretty eyes,” you murmured sarcastically, as you daringly leaned back against the wall and mirrored his gesture of pushing his hair behind his ear. “You know….I’ve got more of a savage warrior-type. No offence…” you’d shrugged playfully, looking back into his eyes. And quickly realising that was a big mistake. He wasn’t laughing anymore now, just looking at you. Far too intensely for your liking.

You cleared your throat and attempted to gently push him back, just enough to lean away from the wall, but surprisingly you felt him keep you pinned to the spot with his weight. You huffed, half embarrassed and half anxious.

“…I could be a savage for you,” he suddenly mumbled, acting hurt.

You snorted with laughter again, “You could barely kill a demon with your own sword.” “Are you ever going to stop bringing that up?!”

“Yeah, when you stop getting your ass kicked every day when I train you,” you retorted, and he covered your mouth with his hand.

“I said, drop the act,” he repeated, looking at you meaningfully.

You felt your knees grow weak as he slowly dragged his hand away from your mouth. There was a moment of awkward silence, then you’d sigh tiredly.

“All right, let’s go get some sleep, pretty boy…” you said softly, patting his shoulder amicably. This time he let you pull away from him….but it was just for a moment.

As you started to turn your back to him, muttering “Goodnight, then…” and waving goodbye, you felt him take your wrist. You stopped in your tracks.

“Hey…” he called softly. Before you could even think about reacting, he pulled you back to him gently, opening his arms and enveloping you in an embrace. You felt the air literally being squeezed out of your lungs as he wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you close. You could only let yourself go, leaning your head on his chest and breathing deeply. Wil adjusted his body to yours, holding onto you more tightly and leaning his chin on the top of your head. He swayed you back and forth gently, caressing your back lightly with his hands. “…Thank you for everything you do for me.” you’d heard him whisper.

Taking it as your cue, you pulled back and shook your head, once again at a loss for words to properly respond.

“Uh…sure…just….doing my duty…doing the right thing, y’know…”

“Well, I hope it’s a little more than that,” Wil playfully poked fun at you, winking as his face lit up, melting your heart.

“Y-yeah…sure…” you mumbled.

You looked at him again and the air around you suddenly changed. You felt much, much more sober. You watched as Will leaned in again once again, cupping your face in his hands. This time, you weren’t sure the gesture would be as innocent as before. You held your breath and closed your eyes. Wil stopped just a breath away from you, hesitating, his lips hovering over yours. You couldn’t find the courage to move, neither away nor towards him. Bringing your hands up to rest on his, you grasped them with a force that betrayed your nervousness.

“Wil…” you breathed, letting out a shaky breath. Your mouths were so close that your lips gently brushed against each other as you spoke.

“Hmm?” He asked, still standing still and keeping his eyes closed. You suddenly realized he was giving you the choice.

You also suddenly realized he was just as nervous as you were. His chest was pressed so close to yours that you could feel his heartbeat racing.

“What would I do without you?” he said softly, moving slowly as he began placing small kisses on your face: “You strong….” A kiss on your cheek, “…brave…” a peck on your nose, “…smart…” another kiss on your temple, “…beautiful…” another on your other cheek, pausing as he murmured “…but also so lonely…” he said this last part under his breath, almost to himself. He was facing you again, your mouths barely a breath apart once more.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Your mind was racing a million miles a minute. You knew what you want to do. You knew exactly what you want to do. But you also knew it would be wrong. Your moral duty towards your kingdom and your duty as Captain raged a battle against the butterflies in your stomach. The blood in your veins seemed to be chanting Wil’s name in your ears like a spell. You thought about the war…and your responsibilities as Captain….and Wil’s responsibilities….and his loyalty to Amberle….and your loyalty to the crown….and it was all too much.

“Wil…”

You soothingly ran your thumbs along Wil’s hands, hoping to soften the blow. You only allowed yourself to revel in the closeness of his body and the tingle of his lips against yours for a few more blessed seconds. You despised yourself with every ounce of your being for what you were about to say.

“….We c-can’t.” You stuttered softly.

You never stuttered. You took another moment, feeling Wil clench his jaw slightly. He didn’t seem to want to move. Instead, he shook his head with a mutter of disagreement and kept holding on to you, his eyes still closed. When you tried to budge he pulled you back. Then he didi the worst possible thing he could do - he whsipered your name softly, and it almost broke your heart.

The worst battle of your life would never been remotely as hard as this. You shook your head, biting your lip and cursing mentally when you grazed his mouth with yours once more in doing so. You cleared your throat again.

“….I mean, it’s late, you’re drunk, I’m drunk, and this isn’t…we can’t. Not like….like this. You won’t even remember this in the morning. Come on, you silly prince,” you scolded him gently, giving him a little smile as he finally opened his eyes. He cleared his throat too, as though waking up from a daze. His ears were glowing red in embarrassment.

“I’m s-sorry,” he mumbled, looking mortified either by his actions or by your rejection. You felt him try to pull away from you, but now it was your turn to stop him. “Hey….hey,” you hushed him softly, pulling him back to you and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. You leaned in, daring to place a lingering kiss on his cheek and leaning your face against his to whisper in his ear. “I really care about you. You remember that, okay?”

He let out a sigh of relief as though an enormous weight had just been lifted from his chest. You felt him nod and pulled back to look into his eyes. You gave him a light smile, holding his hands in yours.

“….Do you think you can handle getting home by yourself?”

He scoffed, looking away, “Yeah, I think I’ve made enough of a fool of myself….it’s really time for me to go. Right….so….goodnight.”

He nodded once as he gently let go of you. You exchanged one last longing stare filled with meaning and unspoken words. Then you chuckled half heartedly.

“Ready to get your ass kicked again tomorrow?”

“Yeah….” He laughed, but the sound was much more bitter than before. “…Can’t wait.”

And with one last wave, he turned around and disappeared down the dark pathway. You stumbled backwards until you hit the wall, falling to your knees and mentally kicking yourself as you felt tears slowly start running down your face.

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That night was probably the beginning of the end, even though you didn’t know it yet. Wil had mysteriously disappeared for a whole week after that, and the anxiety of wondering where he’d gone had almost given you a heart attack. When you’d seen him walk back inside the training camp on the eight day since disappearing as though nothing had happened, you weren’t sure whether you wanted to kill him on the spot or jump in his arms. You settled for a death glare that he quickly dismissed with his usual carefree laughter.

“Missed me?”

Of course, now you knew there’d been another reason why he’d disappeared. It hadn’t been because of you. Oh, no. It had been because he and Amberle had been too busy planning their wedding without telling anyone during that week. You were ready to bet good money on the fact that someone had tipped the princess off on your little night escapade, casually pushing her to insist on getting married as soon as possible. Of course, you’d known nothing of their plans. And Wil certainly hadn’t had the decency to tell you anything. So you’d had to find out in the worst possible way: through whispers and gossip running through the palace, relying on what your heard like any common maid….

Of course, your reaction to hearing the news had been to disappear for three full days without telling anyone where you’d gone. Then you’d done exactly what Wil had, showing back up at the training camp on the fourth day and finding him helplessly trying to train himself. You’d picked up your sword and started a new session with him, ignoring his questioning stare as though nothing had happened, and knowing perfectly well that everything had happened.

….So much for dropping the act and letting your guard down, eh?

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So, yeah. All things considered, you could say you and Wil had been ‘close’. But that had all drastically changed now. Especially since the news of the wedding had just been made official that very morning. Exactly two weeks after that drunk night.

Despite your better judgement a little part of you had still held onto hope that Wil would say something to you - anything at all, at this point - when he would show up for training that day. But once again he had appeared and pretended as though nothing was wrong. Not a single word on Amberle, the wedding, or the two of you. That was when you’d decided you’d had enough playing nice with him. And you were not about to forgive him for any of it.

The sound of Wil’s sword clanging noisily against yours abruptly pulls you back to the present moment.

“Careful, Captain,” he warns, flashing you a cocky grin, “Looks like you’re the one losing focus now.”

You scoff, waiting for him to pause for just a moment to catch his breath and immediately launching forward with a frustrated battle cry, swinging your sword fiercely at him. You both pick up the pace, exchanging one blow after the other as you pace around the arena. You’re both glistening with sweat by now, but you’re not about to give up. Suddenly you hear a loud rustling of leaves just above you and you instinctively look up, startled by the noise. It’s just a large bird leaving its nest. But just as you realise you’ve made a big mistake, Wil charges forward. In a flash he delivers a masterful blow that knocks your sword out of your hand. Then he grabs your forearm and twists you around. Before you can blink you find yourself with your back pressed against him as he holds you firmly into place.

“Never lower your guard.” He mocks you with your own words, whispering in your ear, and you can feel him smile against your skin, “…I thought you said it shows your weakness.” He drags out the last word, mercilessly taunting you as he chuckles under his breath… and then, he dares to give your ear a little nip, followed by a soft kiss.

That’s the last drop.

Gathering all your strength, you grab onto his arm and lunge forward with a swift motion, yelling out as you lift him right off his feet and send him tumbling in the air. The unexpected move catches him completely off guard and he finds himself flipped over and laying on his back, panting. He looks up at you, silhouetted against the sunlight. You’re also breathing heavily, but unlike him you’ve lost all trace of playfulness. How dare he. How dare he do this to you. After everything he’d already done. After keeping the wedding announcement from you. After confessing his stupid feelings that stupid drunk night. After everything. It’s just too much.

“Get the hell out of my camp,” you order through clenched teeth, “I’ve had enough of you.”

You can see the panic in his face as you spin around and storm off. You hear him scrambling back to his feet, the smugness evaporating from him faster than the sweat on his forehead as he calls your name out, desperately chasing after you.

You just keep walking. You’re done with all of this.

Done with the training. Done with the joking. Done with the lies. And most of all, absolutely, completely and definitely done with your stupid feelings for this stupid half Elf who had to come along and break your stupid heart.

You’re officially done with Will Ohmsford.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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