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wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse · 3 years

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Spoiled Goods (Eomer x Fem!reader)

Word Count: 2181

Warnings: Dark, mentions of sex, bruises, etc. Not a wholesome story that's for sure. I'd rate it PG-13, so please don't read it if it makes you uncomfy, and if you do, well don't say I didn't warn you

Summary: Basically you get used by Wormtongue (Eugh) to keep Eowyn and Eomer safe, and then try and hide it from them. Don't ask how I got such a twisted idea, because IDK

A/N NOT IN THE BOOK OR MOVIES BUT IDC I GOT THE IDEA SO SUCK IT UP

The light shone in my face, piercing through my eyelids. I felt sore all over. And then I heard it. Harsh breathing next to me. Then I remembered what had taken place the night before. What I had sacrificed. But what I had saved. I opened my eyes, and slowly, carefully, got out of the bed. Wormtongue was still asleep thankfully, so I did not have to deal with him at the moment. I picked up my nightgown, putting it on as quietly as possible. Then I grabbed my slippers and slowly opened the door. I heard a bit of stirring, but then the snoring resumed. Once I was in the hallway, I ran as fast as I could, away from that room.

Turning around a corner, I slammed into someone. We both fell to the ground, and when I offered a hand to help the other up, I realized who it was.

"Eowyn, why are you awake this early?" I questioned.

She smiled gently, "I woke up earlier than normal, and I wanted to start some of my work early. Why are you up and walking around in your nightwear? Is everything alright?"

I faked a smile. "Yes Wyn, everything is fine. Well, I will be heading back to my room now!"

I tried to step around her but she blocked me. "Y/n, what is wrong? Your dress is all buttoned wrong, and you aren't even walking from your room. Remember, I know you better than anyone, so stop lying to me."

I faltered. Should I tell her? Should I tell her what I did? Why I did it? No, it would only hurt her. I smiled weakly again. "Wyn, I am fine. Now please let me go to my room." She relented and let me pass her. But she followed me down the hall and into my room. I should have known nothing would stop her from poking in my business. But at the moment, I could care less. I was exhausted, my body hurt, and I just wanted to cry.

We walked into my room and she went straight into the bathroom, where there was already water in the bath, probably meant to be used last night. She dipped her hand in it, testing the temperature.

"Why is there still water in your bath y/n? It was a hot night, so it is at a comfortable temperature. Please do not lie to me. You know how I feel about it." Eowyn said.

I stuttered. "I-I-I don't want to say. You would be disgusted with me. I am already disgusted with myself. "

She countered, "It can't possibly be that bad. You have always been a bit on the dramatic side. Please just tell me."

I could hardly utter the words to myself, much less to her. She would hate me. So I began to unbutton my nightgown. I would not tell her, but I could show her. She gasped when she saw the bruises on my chest, my arms, my thighs. I lowered my head in shame. It looked horrible, to begin with, but it would be even worse when she learned why I had said yes, why I had let him use me.

"What happened?" Eowyn said faintly. She helped me into the bath and then sat next to it, waiting for me to continue.

"W-Wormtongue. He was going to have you and Eomer killed." I was trying to hide the fear, and how mad I was at myself. My eyes began to betray me, welling up slightly.

Eowyn's eyes widened with shock. "That, that horrible!" She could not even finish her sentence, her words distorting with her fury. Her cheeks reddened, clearly enraged. "How dare he even touch you without your permission! I should personally kill him myself! And Eomer helping me! No one is ever allowed to do this to you."

I lowered my eyes, feeling guilt spread through me. "Wyn...he had my permission," I mumbled, not daring to look at her. "But I had to, I could never lose you, or Eomer for that matter."

I heard her shift slightly, her skirts rustling against the floor. "Y/n," she said softly. "I am so sorry that this happened to you. But I do have a question. Why would he have threatened Eomer as well as me? You are not as close, and he has a more fighting chance against him."

I grew even more embarrassed, hardly speaking above a whisper. "Well, originally, it was only you. But last night, I was trying to get my mind off of what he was doing to me, and, well..." I trailed off.

"Well, what?" Eowyn prodded. "Nothing you say will change how I think of you. I don't want to pressure you, and I know talking will help. Please continue."

Still refusing to meet her eyes, I continued. "Wormtongue told me if I was to speak, I was only to say his name. But I got caught in the moment, trying to think of anything else, and said someone else's name instead."

Eowyn sighed in understanding. "So he added Eomer to the list. I see." She put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Y/n, why didn't you say anything before?"

"I was too ashamed to admit that I had submitted myself to that. It was only a one night deal, but I feel horrible and gross. I feel like spoiled goods, that nobody would want," I responded, finally gaining the courage to look back at her.

She smiled reassuringly. "Well, that is certainly a rotten situation to be in, but I wasn't exactly referring to that. I was talking about Eomer. I presume you have feelings for him. How I did not see this before, I do not know."

I looked down again. "Oh, that. Well, I guess so, but I didn't want to say anything, for fear of ruining a good friendship."

She nodded slowly. "Well, I think I will give you some peace, so please, wash up, and get ready for the day." She started walking out of the room before calling back, "Y/n? I do not think a relationship would be ruined if you were to say something."

Before I could respond, she shut the door, letting me be. I decided not to ponder her words, and just relax in the lukewarm water. I closed my eyes to block the sunlight out. What would Eomer think of me if he heard what I did? I am now spoiled goods. No one will want me after this. No one would want a wife who has been with someone else. I hate myself. How could I do this? No, I knew why I did this. It was worth it. Saving their lives was more important. I began to get out of the bath. I had to face the day eventually.

As I pulled on my undergarments, I began to notice how dark some of the bruises were getting. My hips were the worst. They were covered with black and blue. Even the ones on my arms were becoming more visible. This was not good, not good at all. I pulled on my dress and darted to Eowyn's room, quickly knocking and entering without waiting. Unfortunately, someone else was there with her, hurriedly speaking.

"Eomer," I breathed, "May I speak with your sister? Alone."

He raised an eyebrow, but nodded, beginning to leave the room. But then he stopped short when he saw my arms. He looked at me with alarm in his eyes but continued to walk out the door. I hardly dared to move, or speak, until I heard the door close behind me.

"Eowyn, I need something to cover my arms better than the dress, it is too pale and you can see the bruises underneath. Do you have anything I might be able to borrow?" I spoke hurriedly, trying to get out of there before Eomer could come back. She nodded, understanding my urgency, and reached into her closet, ruffling through some stuff.

"Here this might work," She suggested, handing me a black, knit-shawl. "I know it is a bit warmer, but it is lightweight. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? If it is because of Eomer, which I am guessing it is, just talk to him. Or at least try. He cares about you a lot too."

I shook my head. "No, it was difficult to tell even you, and besides, caring about someone is different than what I feel for him. I need to go start my duties anyways." I curtsied and headed towards the door. I started down the hall, turning a corner and running into Eomer.

"I really need to check around the corners more often," I grumbled. He chuckled softly.

"How are you doing this lovely morn?" Eomer questioned gently.

I responded quickly. "I am doing just fine. Now if I may," I tried to sidestep around him, determined to leave a difficult conversation before it started. But he grabbed my wrists pulling me back and making me wince. He put my hand in his, showcasing the slight bruising on my wrists. Damn, I should have covered those up. He looked back at me, his eyes darkening.

Very quietly, but laced with danger, he said, "Who did this to you?"

I refused to look at him, slowly pulling my hands out of his grasp. He then began pulling the shawl to the side, gasping softly when he saw the bruises on my arm. He ran his fingers over them, slowly, tenderly. Then he took his other hand, lifting my chin, making me look at him. His eyes pierced mine, and again my eyes betrayed me, beginning to tear up a bit. He withdrew his hand quickly, thinking it was his fault.

"No, you are fine," I whispered. "And I-" My voice broke, I could not admit this to him. I could not tell him what I did. He would be disgusted with me.

"Y/n," his voice was deeper and gravelly, "You can trust me with anything."

I tried turning away again, but he stopped me. "Trust me," He pleaded.

I spoke quietly. "Grima was threatening to kill you and Wyn. I begged him not to, but he only had one way, one thing he wanted me to do in order to never hurt you again. I had no choice, but I hate myself because I let him. But now it is over for me. I am only spoiled goods, no one will ever want me as a wife. So there you go, that is why I was up so early, why I am covered in bruises." This time it was Eomer who turned away, his jaw clenching, his hand turning into a fist.

Then he turned back to me, softly cupping my cheek. "I will kill Wormtongue for even touching you, even if you said yes, he still took advantage of you. Y/n, you will never be spoiled goods, not to me." A tear ran down my face, after all the confessing, I was done, done with everything.

But suddenly I became aware of how little space there was between us, how I was backed against a wall, and how heightened my senses were. He brushed the tear away, his hand a bit calloused. He looked into my eyes, and suddenly I realized what he was looking for, what he was silently waiting for. I nodded, and then he pressed his lips against mine, slowly moving them. I reached my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, our bodies pressed together. This was amazing and completely different from what had happened the night before. (This had ya girl turned on af) He moved his hands to the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him.

After several glorious minutes, I was the first to pull away but kept my forehead pressed to his. "How long have you felt this way?" I breathed, barely able to contain the joy I felt.

"Many, many years. I was too afraid to say anything."

"Too afraid?" I teased, "Now that is truly surprising."

He laughed, one of my favorite sounds, before pressing a kiss against my forehead. "My dear, please know that you are worth so much, and that, as I said before, you are not spoiled goods. Please, may I have the honor to court you?"

I smiled even wider. "Of course my lord." He picked up my hand, kissing it gently. "I do need you to do something for me," I said, my mood darkening a bit. "No one else must hear of this, for fear that Wormtongue might hear of it. I do not want to know what he might do if he were to hear of it."

Eomer nodded solemnly. "Anything for you, My Lady," he responded.

And so the days passed. Stolen kisses in the dark, going for walks when no one could see, hiding in plain sight. I could still sometimes feel the ghost of hands on me, but that moved on eventually. And soon enough, it was Eomer, only Eomer, and it was pure bliss. Enemies came and went, threats taken down. And I stayed by his side, as he stayed by mine.

#eomer x reader #eomer #lotr #lotr fanfic

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iamdarkness · 3 years

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Chapter two of To Feed a Tiger Forces of Will.

To Feed a Tiger.Forces of Will

Alfonse x Summoner, Alfonse X Summoner X Lif

And one sided (as of now) Dimitri X Summoner X Alfonse X Lif

Triggers for talk about mental health. It is Feral Dimitri after all. Mentions of death and depressive thoughts.

Sexual Harassment and maybe more than that.

Incest. (Freyr and mentions of Freya).

I thought about making my Summoner gender-less to fit all kinds of genders, but there is a part of the story where it becomes a necessity for them to be female.

A/N At the end of the chapter.

Chapter 2

Alfonse did not return that morning…

The morning after the meeting with Lif, when Alfonse was suppose to return passed and Sharena came instead. She said little to you, except that prince Hrid had come to visit Fjorm. Sharena and Fjorm left aster breakfast. They didn’t even take Ylgr with them and that was weird. You were suppose to go into town instead of Sharena that day with Alfonse to oversee the care for the refugees. You go to talk to Anna and learn she has gone with Sharena and Fjorm without telling you. Luckily for you Anna had left her most efficient Captain in charge and instructions. Zelgius is there to help too.

You decide to take one of the heroes with you to town and meet the soldiers and other heroes in charge of the operation there. First you go to both Robins and ask them to run things for you as planned with Soren so you can go.

You are about to go talk to M Grima and King Marth when F Dimitri comes from the direction of the tree house and asks to talk to you.

-Of course. Say! I am going into town and I may be gone some hours. If you want to come, we can talk on the way. I need someone of trust to accompany me.- He seemed to think about it.- I mean you don’t have to do it. I am just going to be overseeing the operation at the back of the warehouse as to not get in the way if I am not helping. I need to count the supplies and to asses what to buy and get for the next shipment.

-I see. I will go with you.- He says and you two take off.

You wait for him to open up to you and tell you what he said you needed to talk about, but he asks about the operation and then about the “Victory Gardens” where the heroes were growing the food. He tell you how relaxing it is to work on the fields and grow plants.

-Say, Dimitri. What did you want to talk about? -He looks sideways at you and keeps quiet a moment more.

-I… King Dimitri came to see me the other day. He came to offer me to work together in the fields with his companion Marth.- You can see that he had changed the subject, but this is good information and if he wants to share it, then it is progress.

-I see. How do you feel about that? Are you interested?

-Marth seems like a good person…he is good for Dimitri.

-Oh so you noticed they are together.

-I can see it in their eyes when they are together. I will work with them.

-Good. Just be careful with the bees. If you leave them be, they will not sting you, but some people just won’t leave them alone. Then they wonder why they get stung.

The whole trip to town went on like this. He would often ask you questions about your world and you try not to talk about difficult stuff and so you talk about music and how technology works and the difference between modern medicine, healing and magic. All in all it was a pleasant trip.

When the work was over it had taken you longer than anticipated and you had to get some food from the inn and eat it with him in a sort of picnic.

You were on the way back when you hear a yell of help in the fields by the road. You go to see if someone needs help but Dimitri stops you. He goes to find out and you stay on guard just in case. He tell you to run if he thinks you are in danger. He will make time for you to escape. Instead you hear him call out your name.

You go to meet him and find him looking at a woman who is fallen on the dirt by the road. Her belly is swollen and her face red from pain and strain. She is having contractions.

- Please, it is coming! Please help me! - She ask you and you kneel to her feet while Dimitri stands there shocked into silence.

-Do you live near? Do you want us to take you home or something?- You ask her while checking her vital like the healers taught you.

- No my hou….grrr…aaahhh- She is cut off by her yell and you take the this time to check under her dress. With the light of the afternoon sun you can tell the bay is indeed coming and you can see the crown of the head. There is no time to taker to the castle, as it is still far away. She won’t make it that far.

-Dimitri. Listen, the baby is coming and I need your help. You can say no because there will be a lot of blood and I don’t want you to..

-I will do it. What do you want me to do.- He had been standing looking lost at the woman, but now he was full on attention and alert.

-Help me stand her up and then let her use you as a support.-

-Standing up?- He asks while helping her stand. She also looks at you skeptically.

-It is going to be easier on her and the baby.- You tell him. He nods and help you stand her up.

-The baby will get better oxygen supply and she will not strain herself as much. That is what the healers taught me any way.- You say and you lie because you saw that somewhere on the internet, but they need the reassurance.

She finally stands up and he uses his arms in a kind of wide hugging position for the woman to hold herself steady. Meanwhile you take off your summoner coat off and ask her to breath as normally as possible through the nose and then let it out through her pursed lips as if whistling.

- Don’t push now! Wait for the pain of the contraction OK! Ready Dimitri?- You ask him and he nods. The contraction comes and the woman hangs off of Dimitri’s arms and body, pushing with all her might.

-Keep breathing! Don’t breath through your mouth!- You say leaning under her open legs. The head is almost out and you know you will need something to clean the baby once they come out. You see nothing and take off your blue shirt. Dimitri looks at you questioningly. Another contraction.

-OK let the breath out and PUSH! The head is almost out!- and indeed the head is out and you take the coat and lay it under the legs.

Another wait and the next contraction comes. You take the shirt and clean the baby’s face and nose of liquids and blood, and as she is still pushing a little of the shoulders can be seen now.

Another contraction and you help the baby by pulling at the the head and shoulders gently and carefully. On the next contraction the baby is completely out.

- OH! The baby is coming!- You are able to get the baby safely on the summoner’s coat. The baby starts crying loudly as soon as he is out. There is still some liquid and blood coming out and you remember the placenta is coming out too.

-You can let her lie down now Dimitri. Let me finish cleaning the baby. Congratulations! It’s is a boy! And by the sound of those lungs he is very healthy !!

After the placenta is out and the baby clean you have to check the mother for a hemorrhage. You check her pulse and it looks kind of low…wait is that normal?

-How long had you been waiting for help?

-I don’t know…a long time…my water broke and I… the sun… it was after midday.-So she was bleeding and dehydrated too…nice.

-Dimitri please lend me your cloak and wrap it around her. Can you please carry her? We need to take her to the healers at the castle. I will be caring the baby. Dimitri do me a favor and talk to her too. Don’t let her go to sleep. Here drink this water Mam.- You say that all smiling and give her your bottle of water to drink. It is a just in case but shouldn’t new mothers have higher blood pressure and faster pulse? She seemed cold and sleepy and it may have been due to her exhaustion but just in case you tell Dimitri softly to hurry up.

During the walk the woman seems to liven up and starts asking questions and answering them as well. She was actually the wife of one of the soldiers currently at the castle, and was walking back into town after coming to tell him the baby may be coming soon. The baby seems tried as well and you shush him and sing a quiet lullaby to help him sleep until she can breastfeed him.

When you get to the castle you tell the guards to send for the father and tell him to go to the infirmary. They probably saw you from afar because they were already waiting for you with a first aid kit and a stretcher. Dimitri informed them he could finish the job and take her to the infirmary himself, without wasting more time. All of this while still walking.

You are walking inside when Alfonse comes out running towards you with brows knitted and worried. He was about to say something but focuses on the bundle of bloody summoner’s coat on your arms and your state of undress.

-Alfonse! Look we had a baby!- You tell him excitedly. He looks confused for a second and then an indescribable emotion comes to his face. Yo notice your mistake and rewind. - I mean I had it. No! What am I saying? I delivered it! She had it and Dimitri was awesome!- Dimitri had kept on walking to the infirmary. You notice Alfonse’s eyes look moist and a little red now and you are about to ask him, what is wrong, when he finds his voice.

-What? What happened! They told me you came back all bloodied and carrying a wounded! I thought you had been ambushed!

-Oh we were coming back when half way through we heard her cries for help. She must have heard my horrible singing from afar heh,heh!- He made a face at that. He didn’t like when you made derogatory jokes about yourself. You were trying to catch up to Dimitri.- Dimitri went to see if it was safe or an ambush and he called me over. She had been there since after midday Alfonse! Was no one patrolling the road?

-I will find out. - He said in a cold tone.

-So I asked Dimitri to get her to stand so she can deliver it easier and he made such a great job of being her support! Of course she did all the hard work, I just caught the baby in my coat and cleaned it. Still it was awesome! Alfonse I think she is very dehydrated and I thought she may be having low blood pressure and that’s very dangerous.- He loos at you smiling fondly.- Sorry I am very exited if you can’t tell.- And you laugh. The baby starts crying.- Oh Alfonse ! See what you did? You woke him up with all the noise!

- What did I do?- But he sees that you are kidding with him and smiles.

You all enter the infirmary and they take the lady to a bed to check out. Alfonse stays out in the waiting area while you take the baby to the other healers to be checked out. Your coat is probably ruined and you are all bloodied. You go to the toilet and wash off the blood and return to be checked for disease as the healers told you. You never know what you can catch from blood. There is no HIV in Summit but there are always diseases you can catch from blood. They give you a spare gown to wear. They inform you that the woman was indeed very dehydrated and had lost a lot of blood as well. It was a good thing you had found her in time or it may not have gone right. The problem now was that she was not lactating and the baby needed feeding. The husband had come and was now trying to talk to the lady who was being administered some potions to replenish her blood supply and to help with lactation.

You check on Alfonse and he is talking to Dimitri. When you are about to join a healer comes out and asks to talk to you. The baby will need a wet nurse or two. In her state the mother would not be able to lactate as of now. She will need at least three days for the potion to take.

-we can search for one at town but it will be until tomorrow. We can administer a potion to someone to be a wet nurse for the night and the effect will wear off by the day after tomorrow.

You go through your list of heroes that have been mothers and may want to help and wonder for a while how cute it would be to see Lady Camilla nursing a child too. - I can send for Lady Mikoto and probably Arete? See if they can help. I mean I have never done this, but I can try if they are not available…I mean that is kind of a lot to ask of a hero…

They let you take the baby and he while they tend to the mother and locate a hero that may help or even a servant (most of them are older women who may not be up to the task). You wonder how it would feel to have a baby suckle at your breast. The baby starts crying. Here’s when a pacifier would be of great use! He sounds hungry.

<<Well….no body is here…>>

But do you use a finger or …

<<What the hell! No one is going to know. They will know….No one’s gonna know….how will they know… Here goes>>

It feels so funny!…But at the same time…can you imagine one of these, but yours and Alfonse’s? And look at that, he is quiet.

<<I mean, there is nothing coming out but at least he is quiet. Oh you poor thing!>>

-_______ Can I talk to you?What are you doing?- Alfonse…. Of course…At first he looks confused and then he can see part of your breast and his face turns redder than a tomato.

-Umm…They are looking for a wet nurse for tonight until they get one at town…I just wanted to know if I could volunteer…- You lie. You take the time to fix yourself but the baby starts crying again and you put the nipple back inside the little mouth.

-We have servants for that.

-Well he may as well use them, since no one else is!- Oh that sounded so wrong and it makes you laugh when he turns to you and makes a face of incredulity. You take this time to wiggle your eyebrows because you are already way deep and there is nothing else to loose and no one to save you.

-_______!- He covers his face with his hands and collapses on a chair. You approach him and stand with one of your legs between his knees. He looks up and the look he gave you, made you shiver. You feel like at any moment he will do something and you imagine yourself sitting on his lap while he kisses you, baby in arms and all. Instead he closes his eyes and turns away from you.

- I came to tell you Runa wanted to talk to you. She already talked to Dimitri.

-Who’s that?You can look, I covered myself.- He still will not look up.

-The child’s mother. You didn’t asked her name?

-I was a little busy telling her how to breath and push and the blood and you know. I forgot.- You walk away from him.

-________. I need to talk to you. Later.- He gave you a look that you only saw when things got very bad. In that moment you saw a lot of his father in him.

-OK.

-….I didn’t know you received training on aiding childbirth.- He asks, curious about it.

-I didn’t. I had good internet…umm I saw some videos about it and they looked interesting. You never know when you will end up using something like that. To be fair I never expected to use it. If someone had told me this morning this was going to happen I would not have believed them. It sounds far fetch to me. -<And now I had my breast inside a baby’s mouth in front of the man I love. How is that for far fetched?>

-You never cease to amaze me.- He looks at you with a warm expression and it makes you blush.

-_______! I heard….Oh! You are …. breastfeeding a baby…- Fjorm comes inside the room with a look of utter horror and then it turns into confusion and later to …. She looks at you again and her eyes water. - Nifl! I thought you were injured! I better tell the other heroes before they have a breakdown. You look…adorable…-She says and turns to leave. You can hear her crying. Oh crap! She didn’t even let you say a word. Didn’t even ask who’s baby that was. You chalk that up to her thinking she will not live long enough to have a baby and it makes you so sad.

You turn around to look at Alfonse and he is looking at you the same way Lif did last night. But why?

Sakura takes this time to come in and inform you they have a volunteer and she take the baby now crying his lungs out while you are left worrying about three people now seeing you “breastfeeding” a baby that was not yours…The ground could open up and swallow you and you would thank it.

Alfonse accompanies you to talk to Runa, who alongside her husband thanked you for your help. Runa had seen many of the heroes on the way in and does not know who Alfonse is and he did not want you to introduce him. That is until…

-My darling Brant is always talking about you and our prince. I remember seeing him once when he was a little boy and the royal family came when this was but their Summer retreat. He was so very cute! He must be a very handsome man right now.

-He is. I can tell you that I have met hundreds of people and heroes and he is by far the most handsome of all.- You say and know he is getting flustered.

- I never thought I would get to meet you in person Summoner ______ and here we are. Brant says you are so nice and clever and I think he came up short! Our prince better propose before one of those dashing heroes snatches you first.

You laugh at that and feel your face heat up. Brant, who was Runa’s husband was beet red looking at Alfonse who was also beet red. Sharena who was standing at the back started giggling.

-Nah they’ll return me in a week tops heh, heh,heh!

-That’s not what Claude would say, or Seth or Chrom or Leon. Oh and Zelgius…-Says Sharena in a singsong voice.

-Not every one is as patient as Alfonse.

-Well, I grew up with Sharena…- He said and turned to face Sharena who laughed harder at his red face. Runa seemed to catch up to what this meant and gasped.

-Oh Your highness! How could I not recognize you! Please forgive me I meant no disrespect.

-Please do not worry about this. Concentrate in getting better for your child’s sake. It was my fault for not being polite and introducing my self or my sister.

-Yes it was his fault don’t worry about it! I am princess Sharena and I wanted to congratulate you on your beautiful baby!How are you going to call him?- Sharena comes like the friendly and energetic girl that she is, and stands by the side of the bed. Runa is taken aback at the difference between the two royal siblings. She smiles and takes the princess’ hand.

-Thank you your highness! We thought about it and we will like to name him Dimitri like the prince of Faerghus who helped us today. We talked to him and he gave us permission.

-Dimitri! That is a beautiful name! I really like it. All our Dimitris are great warriors.

-Sharena I think it is time to let her rest. She needs to recover for the potion to take effect. -He says to Sharena; then turns to the new parents.-Congratulations to both of you. You have brought us the happiness we needed in these times of turmoil. Thank you. - Alfonse say in a solemn tone but smiling.

You all leave and Alfonse asks you to meet him in your shared study after dinner and you agree. This means Alfonse is not going to be present at dinner and so you take your food and take it to share it with Dimitri.

-Dimitri I wanted to congratulate you on your job today! You were great.-You tell him once you are done eating.

-My hands were awash with blood…but for once it was the blood of life, not death. It brings me peace and happiness. As if water had cleansed my dirty hands.- He says this, while he looks at his hands.- Is there truly forgiveness for what I have done?

-It is the miracle of life. I feel the same way. I am sure we can not only repent for our sins but also make up for them. This may be one way.- You take his hands in yours, but he goes to lay his head on your shoulder. He starts to cry and you embrace him and pull him to you. He needs this and you will be there for him.

-Let it all out. I am here for you.- You caress his head and hair like a mother to her child and he hold on to you like a lifeline.

When he lets go he tells you smiling that the family has asked him for permission to name their child like him.

-I feel happy about it, but I can not help but think…I do not want him to fare the same as I. At least he has good parents. I am afraid to not measure up to his expectations.

-Well. You are right about the parents. And he is way too young to expect something of you; except probably to carry him when he wants to be held. You got time to heal and grow… and become a good example.

-I will.

He left a little after that, but before he left he gave you one of the crystal necklaces to find the tree house. He trusted you enough to have you near.

You returned to your room and found Alfonse already in the study. It looked like he was drinking tea, but it was cold and forgotten. He had lit the fireplace even though it was not cold. He was watching the fire when you found him. His violin discarded on his desk.

-Alfonse? What is wrong?- Now that the excitement of the day was gone you could see clear signs of distress in the prince. His eyes looked red and tired. At first he tried to hide them, but he faced you with a sight.

-Sit down. - He tell you and you sit in the chair across from him.- When we arrived at the palace. Prince Hrid was already there along with Princess Leagyarn. The Queen was about to call us over when we sent her the message that we were coming to visit.- You ascent to tell him to go on.- I already gave my report to Commander Anna about this.

-It sounds serious.- He nods and still not looking at you.

-Both Leagyarn and Hrid report, there are rumors of war. Places left totally destroyed by unknown forces. There are travelers form different realms seeking refuge in Muspell and Nifl. They think this war is coming our way.

You gasp at that. Those are bad news indeed. You had enough problems with what had happened in the past. You were still recovering from Surtr for goodness sake! And you have Embla, to deal with.

- As you know our resources are not limitless and we need help. If this is true; it will be disastrous. The Queen and the other two royals have formed a council and decided to form a treaty…- There was a knock at your door and Alfonse just gave a tired sight and rubbed his face with his hands. You went to open the door to find Fjorm. She looked as tired as Alfonse and now you knew why…or at least part of it.

-May I come in? I…Alfonse asked me to be here for the conversation.-You let her in and she looked like she truly didn’t want to be there.

-I was just getting to the treaty.- Alfonse tell her without looking at her. She nods and sits on one of the chairs father way from both of you.

-Hrid...had the idea of cementing our treaty with a personal tie, not only of friendship but familial. He means a marriage of both our Kingdoms. Leagyarn did not need such ties. She trusted our word alone.- Fjorm flinches at that.

-Who…

-Fjorm and I are getting married…- He says with finality and Fjorm starts crying. He does not meet your eyes. You feel like the floor is sinking and thank God that you are already sitting down. The air is not getting into your lungs and are getting dizzy, but you remember to breath again.

-I’m so sorry _____! It is all my fault!- You hear Fjorm say between sobs.

-Wait…your fault? Why?…I thought you were in love with someone already! Was it him you loved all along? Did you do this behind my back?- You are crying now not only of sadness but anger of being betrayed by one of the people you like best. She knew you loved Alfonse .Fjorm cries harder and you can hear her apologies mixed up with her sobs.

-______ let her be. It really is not her fault. She sacrificed herself again to save us!

-Oh by marring you?

- Hrid wanted YOU! He wanted YOUR hand in marriage! He is angry at her now, for speaking out against it and asking to marry me instead. She is in love with you. Can’t you see!- Alfonse says waving a hand towards Fjorm. There is anger in his voice.

-What? Me? Why?

-What do you mean why? For the same reason Claude loves you, Corrin , Eliwood ,Camilla, Lif and I and now Hrid.- He stands and start pacing around the room. He could have gone on with the list because he thinks every hero loves you as he does.

-Hrid? He doesn’t even know me. We’ve seen each other only a couple times! That is not love!- It is true he comes to see his sisters twice a year and stays a couple of days, but he usually spends the time with his sisters at town, or at the resort. You welcome him and have dinner with him and the heroes, but that is it.

Alfonse stops walking and looks at Fjorm and when he sees that she can’t stop crying he explains.

-Fjorm writes to him constantly and has told him everything about you. What you do, how you do it, what you say and even how you sing. He sees you through her love’s eyes and now fancies himself in love with you. She …volunteered to marry me, because she knows she will die and then…- He could not finish the sentence. You look at Fjorm. She avoids your eyes and covers her face with her hands. You go and hug her. She flinches a little.

-Please forgive me…I …the shock did not let me think strait.

-It is my fault! Please don’t hate me _______. When I die he will be free.

-Fjorm I don’t want you to die! And I don’t want to think about you dying so I can be with him! There has to be another way!

-We have tried to talk our way out of this, but there is no…

-Hrid is a good man _____. He just thinks that if you two are not together he may have a chance at winning your heart. And _____, he will not relent. I know him.

-Doesn’t he know he is hurting you as well?

-He doesn’t know I am in love with you. He thinks the one I love is Alfonse and I am taking advantage of the treaty to marry him. -’Just like you had though’ she doesn’t say. That must have stung quite a lot coming from you.- There is no convinsing him of the truth. I know you don’t love me the way I do, and never will, but you have given me so much that seeing you happy made happy. I did not want this for you. I didn’t want to hurt you, but if you marry my brother, he will never let you go and then you will never be happy with Alfonse.

- I see…

-There is going to be a ball in two weeks to make the engagement official. Hrid will be there to…- You see Alfonse’s ungloved hands tighten. The knuckles are white with strain and it may be a trick of the light but you can see a line of red coating the white skin.

-I should go now.- Says Fjorm still in your arms and stands up to leave. You walk her to the door and she opens it.

-Please forgive me. Jealousy is the worst of feelings and it turns us into monster. I should not have reacted that way.

-It is my fault. I never said anything. You probably thought I was following you around all this time just for him, when I was actually there for you…At least Eir thought so. She confronted me once. I had to tell her the truth.

-To be fair I always thought you were doing research like us, when you were at the library. Are you going to tell her about…- You could not finish. She just nodded, said her good night and left.

You were left alone with Alfonse. The man you love, but are too afraid to face now. It is strange but, even though you know he will marry another, there is comfort in knowing he loves you still. You only have to find a way to save him. < Yeah! Like I saved Lif right?>

You enter the study and find him leaning on the chimney mantle. You had hugged him before in friendly terms but you have never been this bold to initiate such intimate contact. This time you stand behind him and embrace him; leaning your head on his back. He takes your hands in his.

-I love you Alfonse.- he makes a strangled noise at that and tightens his hold on your hands. You can’t help but cry your self.- I will wait for you. I promise.

-Fjorm sees herself dying any day now…but I can’t help but think about her surviving all this years…and I hate myself for it. I will hate my self for waiting and her for living…and yet I can live with that. The thought of you marring another is what drives me insane.

-I will wait for you. Or I can be your mistress…

-No! I will not do that to you. I will not stain your honor that way. You have no idea how the people here treat …no.

-(sigh) Honor…what use is honor if it does not bring me happiness…but I understand you. I know it looks like I don’t care about what people say about me, and I don’t, but I care about what they think about you.- You close your eyes and take a deep breath to take courage for your next question.- Can I at lest have you once?

-If I touch you…I will not be able to stop my self… I will not be able to leave you. It is already …I think it is time I move my chambers somewhere else. Go to sleep. We will talk tomorrow.- He lets go of your hands and move away.

You go to your room and close the door of the study. Your heart is broken and his refusal had stung, but you also know him enough to know how he deals with heartache. He is suffering more than you in this and he will suffer more still, having to be married to a woman he doesn’t love and who doesn’t love him back. A woman he is clearly jealous of.

Of course you could not sleep that night but a fitful couple of hours. Especially because you could see the light of the fire in the study and a shadow pacing around outside your door. You wanted to go out and end that torture, but you also understood him. Getting closer now would only complicate matters and make it harder in the end.

Maybe it was fate that you had fallen in love with the same man twice and lost them both. Fate may be telling you, happiness was not for you. About some hours before day break you hear a violin begin to play. It was your favorite piece.

The melancholy melody reached you and your mind wandered to the times he had played for you when you told him you could not sleep. Perhaps he knew that like him, you were not sleeping. How could you live without him? He was your other half. Loosing him again will be like loosing part of yourself. You fall asleep to the sound of his pain. (1)

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Hours later you get up to go to work, you can’t hear anything in the study. You open the door with a bit of trepidation and find it empty. The door to his room is wide open, but there is no sound inside. You think he may be sleeping, but after a quick look, you find the room empty.

You go to the dining hall and get something to eat. You are not hungry of course, but there is a long day of work ahead of you and getting sick will only make it worse. Before going inside, you fear to face him again, and even more in front of other people.

-Hey Boss! Do you know what’s wrong with the prince!- You turn to look at the sound of the familiar voice, but find not only one Claude but two. Double trouble stand there looking at you and the younger of the two whistles.

-You look worst than him! Did you have a party last night?- This earned him an elbow to the side by King Claude.

-Yes Claude. I went to a rave. You found me out.- I say flatly.- You saw Alfonse?

- He was going to the library, but he looks sick. You are not getting sick are you? Is it contagious?- He asked concerned.

-No. I just couldn’t sleep. You needed him for something?- They look at each other for a second and young Claude nods and excuses himself to go have breakfast. Having these two together is a wonder. They do this thing where they have whole conversations with their eyes and it is scary to watch, knowing how smart and mischivious they are.

-You had a fight?- King Claude asks quietly, eyes not straying from yours. You know he can read you like an open book. He hums a little and say.- We were tasked to let him, and you now there is a meeting in two hours. Commander Anna and princess Sharena look almost as bad as you. Is something going on?

-Perhaps… Yes. I will let you know when I find out all the details.- You tell him. He is resourceful and know he will eventually find out and you will need his sharp mind to make plans any way.

-Did you cheat on him with Fjorm?- He say it jokingly and you look at him with a “TF you mean?” look, but you also wonder why he even mentioned Fjorm.- You know that lady is in love with you right? I consider her my strongest opponent by the way. Sturdy and strong.

-Claude…why do you even say that?

- Well, when we were going to give him the message; we found him arguing with Fjorm. She came and said something to him and he looked ready to kill someone. You know that growly thing Lif used to do when he was actively trying to kill us?Well just like that. He went storming into the library. Fjorm looked ready to cry. I give her props for not running away. That’s why my girl is my strongest opponent.

-Did everyone know about Fjorm but me?

-Yep. You do know about me right? Please tell me you do; because I don’t know how else to..

-Yes, Claude I know about you.- You smile at him.- And believe me when I say, that if I had not been Summoner here and had met you first. It would be very different. I would be crazy in love with that wit, those gorgeous green eyes, that astute mind and personality…Oh that sense of humor too and you would probably not even look my way.

-I do have beautiful eyes, don’t I. (sight) Not as beautiful as Alfonse’s I suppose- He said teasingly. You can’t help not going along with his sense of humor. He was trying to cheer you up, so you smile at him and punch him lightly on the arm.

You went together to have breakfast and then you ask the people working the kitchen if Alfonse had come to get food. He had not and Sharena confirmed he was still in the library and didn’t want anything.

You think of taking him something, but at the end you just get an apple and some cookies you stole from the kitchen.

You get to the War Room and Anna and Sharena are already outside. They greet you but they don’t meet your eyes. Alfonse is already inside looking at the giant map of Askr and the surrounding lands that is carved on a stone table. You go near him and put the apple and napkin with cookies in front of him. He did not made to take it.

-Don’t make it worst by getting sick.- He sighs, takes them and start eating them. You sit in one of the chairs by the high stained glass windows, take out your schedule for today and start making plans.

-You look better today.

-If by that you mean, I look like I couldn’t sleep until you started playing, then yes. Thank you, by the way.- He nods but does not say a word. You feel like you are talking to Lif. Which tells you just how hurt he is.- Are you researching on who you think is behind the attacks?

-There is too little information to do a proper research.- He answers after finishing the apple.

- Could it be one of the realms from the Norse folklore? We already fought some of them. I can talk to Freyr and ask him what he thinks about this. He may even dream of something.

- Perhaps.- He say simply. You are getting flashbacks of the days when you had first arrived to Askr and he would only answer with these kind of sentences. You can’t help to sigh and he just looks sideways at you, but doesn’t elaborate.

Anna and the rest started coming in. Ten minutes later Anna starts the meeting that turned out to be just an announcement since there were people missing.

-We will be having a meeting today at around six. The Royal Army Generals are coming. _______, I have a list of heroes I need in the meeting and I leave whoever you think should attend as well to your discretion. Here.- She hands you a list with names.- The King of Nifl and Queen of Muspell will be attending. - You look at Alfonse and he is looking at Anna intently but you can see he is doing that jaw thing he does when he is angry. Sharena is looking down at her feet.- They will be here two days and we need to be on our best of behaviors and safety. They will be arriving in three hours tops.

Hrid.

Two days.

Now you understood why Alfonse was angry at Fjorm. She must have told him, Hrid was coming.The meting only lasted a few minutes while she gave the officers and heads of staff their orders.

As soon as the meeting was over, Alfonse went out the door but was stopped by Delthea who was asking for you. He pointed you out and you wondered what was wrong with the bright magician.

-Summoner! Someone spiked Freyr’s drink and he is drunk in the infirmary. He won’t let anyone touch him. Natasha wants you to go and see if you can help them out. He keeps saying he wants to talk to you and go to the beach.

-Seriously? Do you have any idea who it was? Wait …Why was he day drinking at this our? It’s like 8 in the morning!- She shrugged. You rub your face out of frustration.- God! Why no one told me I was going to be babysitting grownup heroes that behave like five year olds? - Delthea started giggling and you noticed Alfonse had stopped to listen to the exchange. He came close and said.

-Take the morning off after you let the heroes know, they are needed. You need the time off Summoner.- Even Delthea stopped giggling. She looked at him and then you, like she was expecting something bad to happen, like kids do when their parents argue in front of them. -Just be sure to be here for the meeting and dinner. His highness will want to see you as well.

-I do not think that is prudent, there is a lot to do. Besides you need rest as well.

- I have stuff to do- He turns to leave, then adds without looking at you.-…But summoner, Do go.

You see him leave and after those cutting words you feel empty inside. You take Delthea by the hand and start to go towards the infirmary. It seems so impossible that you had been there just yesterday, full of joy and happiness and it feels now like a lifetime ago. It is enough to make you cry but not in front of Delthea.

-______. The prince…

- He is going through a lot right now Delthea.

-Is it because of his marriage to Fjorm?- She asks biting her lip.

-What do you know about that? How?- You stop to look around to see if someone is around to listen to your conversation.

-I heard Fjorm telling Eir about it. I was looking at this book I found in a secret compartment under one of the bookcases in the library.- She shows you a blue book with golden runes and a set of locks on the side.- They couldn’t see me and they started talking and I didn’t know It was a secret.They are both very sad. Eir promised Fjorm to help her find a way to get off the marriage and not make you marry Fjorm’s brother. Is he the one coming today? Is that why Alfonse wants you to go to the beach? You know Fjorm is in love with you right? I think Alfonse is looking for a way to not marry Fjorm as well and that is what he is doing in the library.

<<WTF?>>-I see. How did you know about Fjorm?

-You can’t see the way she looks at you?- She rolls her eyes.- Just like Chorm and Claude and Leon…and his demon -She made a face- Oh and Xander.-You look at her questioningly- Sigbert told me. That is why he stutters when he talks to you. Oh Dimitri!

<<Dimitri??>> You think, because King Dimitri has Marth, Savior Dimitri has Byleth and Student Dimitri has a sweetheart as well. Then you look up and see she meant “Feral” Dimitri is coming your way.

-____ are you going to the infirmary?- You nod yes.- May I accompany you?

-Of course! Are you not feeling well?- You ask concerned and make sure to remember not to burden him with your issues and give him your best smile, just like the one you will have to give the kids.

-I...-He lowered his gaze- I want to know how…the baby is doing.- He said a little embarrassed.

God this man is so sweet, you have to wonder just how much he had to suffer for him to be turned into what you saw of him earlier.

-Oh I see. So was I,but now I need to check on a Dream God, that someone got drunk.

-Do you need help?- He asks concerned.

-I am not sure, but he is…he has touching issues and I am guessing it is because of his sister.-He looks confused.- Dimitri… no matter how bad thins get, remember that at least you are not trying to bang your sibling, without their consent.

-What does that mean?- He asks in a small voice. Delthea starts giggling. Of course she knew what you meant.

- His sister is in love with him and was actively trying to…you know… marry him…- You finished awkwardly.

-What?…I suppose I understand why he would not want to be touched by people.

- And it does not help that he is very attractive. This is why he always wear loose tunics.- Seriously the first time you saw him without that tunic, it was shocking! That man is a God…well literally as well, but still. Dimitri just nods and keeps walking at your pace looking sideways at Delthea who was trying hard to open the blue book.

-Where did you get that book any way? What is it about?

-Umm. Well last week I was hiding from Luthier, because he wanted me to finish my homework and I hid in the bottom shelf where there were no books, and I saw this crack in the shelf on the bookcase next to mine, and it had a spell on it right? So I waited until Luthier went looking for me somewhere else, and tried to undo the locking spell. It was an old spell, but like easy to undo, and the book was inside it. I just can’t open it. I has this spell I can’t make out.

-Delthea,maybe it is a cue for you not to mess with it. It may belong to someone already. It may give you tentacles or something. Wait! Alfonse can translate those runes! I have seen him do it. It is some dead language we have encountered before. Why don’t you see if he can open it or knows what it is?

-Oh! Yes!….But what if I get in trouble?

-Tell him I sent you, because I wanted to know what that was and Delthea…Can you do me a favor?

-Of course _____

-Can you see what he is researching and try to help him? He is very intelligent, but sometimes people need another fresh mind to find the answer they are looking for.

-OK. I’ll do it. I want to help you with...- You shake your head slightly and widen your eyes so she would not say a word about the betrothal in front of Dimitri. She understood.- his research.

-You can do that once we come back from the beach.

-No. You go, but you can please take my brother! He needs to go out. Deal?

-Deal! Now go and tell Luthier, I need him to come help me with Freyr and that he can take whoever he wants to come with us. - She nods and starts running towards the library. You turn to Dimitri- Hey Dimitri. After visiting the baby I am taking Freyr to the beach. We are having some guests tonight and I need some relaxing time beforehand. Want to come? You don’t have to answer now. Think about it. I also need to run some errands before we take off. -He nods and opens the door of the infirmary.

You both go inside and ask him if he wants to go with you and go together to visit the baby or go by himself. He decides to wait for you outside the room Freyr is in. Brady informed you he had calmed down when they told him you were coming, but he had been very dizzy, could barely walk and had not wanted anyone to help him on the bed. He had also not wanted to tell them, whom he though had spiked his drink.

- Freyr? How are you feeling?- His eyes were open. This was bad.

-______? I feel dizzy. I need to go…

-We are going to the beach Freyr. Who spiked your drink? Do you know?

-Freya.- He pointed to the night table where a pitcher of water was placed. You go and take it to smell and …-Do not drink it. It is a potion for deep sleep.- Indeed the liquid did not smell like alcohol. He was not drunk, he was fighting sleep. You were going to ask him why he thought Freya had done this if she was dead, but then so was him and you had called him fro the dead.

- I swear your sister is like Freddy Kruger! This is bad! When did you see her?

-This morning I was dreaming… having a pleasant dream. When a nightmare came to me. I saw your sadness summoner. Then she came to me, and said we would soon be together, now that she had come back to me. I tried to wake up and could not. She came near me and I could not move. I woke up when I heard Peony knocking on my door. She had sensed something, but she could not see her or feel her. I could barely stand and she helped me get far enough to come here. I sent her to look for anyone who could have penetrated our security.

-I need to tell Anna bout this…But first I need to tell Brady if he has something to fight the sleeping potion.

-Don’t go.

- I am not going anywhere Freyr.- You open the door and ask Dimitri to please go get Brady or any healer and to bring something to fight sleep. Then you go and stand by Freyr’s side to talk to him so he can stay awake. You ask him what the dream he had about you was about, but he did not want to elaborate.

-You know Sir. It is not my place to tell you this but; have you though of maybe marring someone to see if she gets the idea?- He looks at you and actually smiles.

- I have…but I find my self in the predicament of being in love with someone who does not love me back.- Suddenly his smile fades and he continues.- Can you imagine the calamities my sister would rain upon my beloved?

-Oh yes. I surely can. I am so sorry to have intruded. Please forgive me, I did not meant to hurt you.- He sighs, extends his hands to you and asks you to sit on the bed by his side.

- Do not fret ______. It is an obvious question. I should have ended this madness a long time ago, but the love for my little sister blinded me to her misguided pursuit, until it was too late to change.

This conversation gave Brady time to come. He knocked on the door and came in with Dimitri and a young Leon in tow.

- Lord Freyr, _____; I have here a potion that may counter the sleeping potion you took.- He gives Freyr the bottle and picks up the water and smells it.- Leon said he gave you the whole bottle, if you hadn’t been a god, you would be dead, even with one fraction. This is our strongest sleeping potion. Used for surgeries.- You look at Leon who is currently looking down at the floor.- Take all the bottle Lord Freyr, if you feel uncomfortable you can come see me later. _________, please don’t be hard on the tike. It ain’t his fault.- Freyr took the potion.

-What happened Leon?- You asked him in a soothing tone. How can you be mad at him? He is a good boy and was probably tricked into doing this.

- He told me to do it.-He pointed at Freyr. Everyone looks confused except Brady.- Well it wasn’t him I guess. I had a dream for two nights and he was crying, because he could not sleep. In my dream he kept asking me for help. He said he wanted to see his little sister and he needed a potion for that but he could not ask for it, because he did not want to worry you _______. He said not to ask him in real life so it would be our secret. He told me where to get it, and to just put it in his water when he was not in his room so no one would know. So I did what he asked...but now that I think about it; his horns looked different and he had a big ugly mole in his nose.

Freya.

If this had not been as serious as it was, it would have been funny. Freya was so self conscious about that mole… but also that mole was the root of the whole damned problem. Leon looked worriedly at Freyr, which was still looking at him with open eyes. Freyr smiles at him.

-Do not be afraid child. I hold no ill intent toward you. You are innocent. I know my sister well, but I confess I am shocked, by her tricking a child to do her wicked work.

Freyr felt better and now could close his eyes and sleep as he always did. It was worrisome that Freya was back, not only because of the sick obsession she had with her brother, but because it meant someone had revived her.

You send word to Anna about the incident and she comes to talk to Freyr and you. After this you, Dimitri and Freyr ( who probably does not want to be alone), go visit Runa and her baby. You had a good talk, you got to hold the baby and Freyr gave him his blessing. Runa could not believe she was in the presence of one of the ancient Gods.

After sending word to the heroes that need to be in the meeting and King Claude who you think needs to be there as well, you take the stuff you need and pick up Luthier to go to the beach. Dimitri ends up going with you.

It was around ten when you got there. Double trouble decided to come along to Dimitri’s chagrin, but thankfully young Claude decided to befriend Luthier. Young Claude took it upon himself to teach him how to make friends and charm the ladies. Meanwhile, King Claude was mostly talking to Freyr, and Sharena, whom Alfonse had sent along to have fun, but had done so just after he had learned K Claude was coming along.

-Here Lord Freyr I got you a pineapple the way you like them. Do you want me to check it first?- You tell the silver haired man. He shakes his head slightly and and takes it from your hand.

- Thank you _______. I can do this. I never did this before because I had no reason to do so, she had never been so bold as to do these king of wicked deeds.

- I am sorry I can’t protect you more efficiently. I will go and do some research at the library to see if I can find something to help you. Physical barriers and security is something, but the mind and dreams are not easy to deal with.- Just how far had his sister gone before Peony had woke him up? The way he behaved this morning…you did not want to think about it, but you were sure he needed therapy after that.

- I can put up shields in my mind to do so and now that we are aware she is back, it will be easy to detect her presence in dreams.

King Claude took the opportunity that Dimitri was still getting a coconut for you and himself to come and talk to you.

-Hey ______. I just noticed something. This Dimitri...Byleth choose Black Eagles and…

- Claude I swear if you tell me not to bother with him, because he is going to die; I will slap you silly.

- What? No! That is not it! In fact I wan to help you get him ready to win! After all the other me in his world may die along with him; and he will need someone like me, to teach him to charm his way into getting more allies! What I wanted to tell you, is that I have been talking to some of the other heroes that had different destinies and I understand that This Dimitri still has both eyes. He wears the patch but he still has his eye intact. I thing it was kind of like his sense of taste, maybe? I remember you telling me, when we first met that Dimitri had lost it either because he had had some physical trauma, or it was psychological. If it is the later he may recover it; just like King Dimitri started tasting certain foods after he started being such “good friends” with Marth.

- Son of a witch! Seriously? Look, let me find it out. I just need to find the right time to do it. I don’t want him to get flashbacks or something. Oh and Claude you are a frigging genius! And a good man to boot! Thank you!- You hug him.

- Do I get a little kiss as well?- He asks laughing and you can hear Freyr laughing too. You kiss him in the forehead. - Well that’s better than nothing.

You can see Dimitri coming back in the distance with Sharena to his side. When they are near, you can see him looking sideways to the princess with a knitted brow. It may be because she is not her usual bubbly self. He asks her something you can not hear and she looks at him and smiles, but shakes her head.

When they get to where you are sitting by Freyr and Claude Dimitri is furrowing his brows and looking intently at you like searching for something. You take this time to evade any questions or suspicions and distract Sharena with something fun by asking then if they want to build a sand Castle.

Freyr and Dimitri have never don this and are instantly intrigued by the idea. Sharena perks up instantly and Claude proceeds to make it a competition and proclaims that his team consisting of himself and Sharena will win. You are left with Freyr and Dimitri who looks with trepidation at the items used to make the castle. You would think they will bite him, but understand it is his fear of breaking them, what is bothering him.

-The point of this is to have fun Dimitri. You can use your hands and items to do it and if you don’t want to use the pail or shovel it is perfectly alright. First you go and get some shells and plants and stick or stones that you find on the beach to make the castle look better.- You ere picking up shells and pebbles when Young Claude and Luthier come back and make their own team, when you tell them about the sand castle competition.

Watching both Freyr and Dimitri so invested in their work really made you happy. They looked so carefree, it almost made you forget about Alfonse’s engagement. Luthier also looked happy and it looked like Claude, as other extroverts do, had adopted Luthier.

-Mister Sandman! Give me a dream. Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen!- The moment the soft words of the song came out of your lips, Freyr looked at your smiling face with open eyes and smiled himself. - Give him two lips like roses and clover; and tell him that his lonesome nights are over.

When you reached the part with “lots of wavy hair…” You could hear Claude shout “Someone wants gorgeous wavy hair?”.

-You know she meant blue and gold! - Young Claude said and threw a shell at his older counterpart. This earned them a laugh from everyone. Even Dimitri gave his quiet laugh. Well everyone except Sharena. She was looking down at the sand castle.

-Maybe we do need a nice dream. Would you like to take a nap in the sun? -Asked Freyr softly.

- I can watch over you while you take a much needed nap.- Said King Claude. You agreed to do it after you finished the sand castle competition, which young Claude and Luthier won. The winners went to celebrate their win at the drink stand. You told them not to drink alcohol.

Sharena agreed to take that much needed nap. You all were very used to not getting enough sleep by now, but somehow the stress of the situation was even greater, than some of the battles you had fought in.

You lay on a blanket between Freyr and Sharena; and Dimitri chose to lay down on a reclining chair next to Claude who was going to remain awake.

You have the most wonderful dream in a while, and by the time you woke up, you felt like you had slept for days. (2) You felt so well rested you did not notice the sting on your skin, not did you notice you were tightly hugging a very firm body and being tightly hugged in return by someone behind you. That someone was still snoring right in your ear.

-Had a nice dream huh Summoner?- Came Claude’s voice from behind you. You could hear the laughter in his voice.- I think you forgot to put on sun blocking lotion.

-What do you …-Now you felt it. You were laying on your side and so only one side of your body was an angry red. You then notice the firm body you were hugging was Freyr who was smiling in his dream. His chest was just as red as your left arm and the left leg you had over his.- Oh Fudge!- You say trying to disentangle yourself from him, but an arm around your waist prevents you from moving. You turn around and see Sharena’s face about three inches from yours. You both are lying on Freyr’s arm. After taking your arm from his chest you notice it leaves a tan line with its shape.

-Sharena! You are getting sunburned!- You say trying to move her arm. Half her face is red and you suspect your face fares the same. She opens her eyes and smiles broadly at you.

-______!! I had the most wonderful dream! I….Ouch! Hey I got sunburned! How did that happen I got the lotion on!

-So did I, and Freyr as well, but I probably look like Neapolitan ice cream!- You tell her and point to Freyr who is sitting up by now.

-I count my self lucky, and this mistake worth the fun and happiness. -He looks down and smiles at the mark of your hand on his chest. He was moving his left arm and you were sure it was sore after all the time you and Sharena had been laying on it. God that man was a saint. You look around to find an umbrella over Dimitri who is still asleep. You look over at Claude who smiles at you.

-They only had one, and I rather not have a very sore and angry Dima on our hands when he wakes up all red and in pain.- He gave you an apologetic look.

- It’s all cool Claude. I rather he doesn’t suffer for it at least. I wonder why the lotion didn’t work?

-Because it is regular lotion!…I am so sorry ______! I was so distracted this morning I got the wrong one!- Said Sharena bashfully.

-Don’t worry Sharena! We will get all fixed up when we get back home. Right Freyr!- You hear a rumble of ascent coming from the God.- We better wake up Sleeping Beauty and get our Dynamic Duo, and eat some lunch so we can go home, by the way. We still have to get ready to meet King Hrid.- You tell them and Claude gets up to get the other two from the dink stand. That leaves you to wake up Dimitri who looks so serene sleeping. So relaxed and young…It feels like a pity to awaken him. You stand there contemplating how to go about it when he wakes up smiling. He looks at you and say…

-Beloved…- he seems to realize what he said and sits up all red in the face.- I…

-Mmm having a great dream I see! I am sorry to wake you up Dimitri, but it is time to go home.- You wonder if like Student Dimitri, this Dimitri is in love with Marianne, but you feel it is not your place to ask. He’ll confide in you when the time comes.

After a hurried lunch, you get home all sore but relaxed and happy. Even Sharena looks like her old self.

-Wow Thank you Lord Freyr! I had the greatest of dreams! Everyone was my friend! Even Navarre and Valter! Oh and Fomortiis too!

-Why would you want to be their friend? I get Navarre but…- Asked Luthier.

-They all deserve a chance to be understood. -Says Sharena.- Our dear Summoner taught me that.- She looks at you and winks. You return her smile in kind.

- I guess, but Fomortiis is a literal demon…- Responds Luthier.- Oh so what did you dream of Summoner?- He ask you and you feel your heart beat faster. Your dream...You did not want to talk about it. Dimitri must have seen your hesitance and started to talk.

- I… I dreamed my beloved gifted me a wheel of cheese and asked for my hand in marriage.- He said scarlet faced. Everyone looked at him surprised, but no one laughed.

-Wow that sounds like something ________ would do!- Says King Claude.

- I have you know…wait that does sound like a good idea. I mean if someone were to give me my favorite food and then asks me to marry him; I’d say yes right away! I think that is very romantic!- You say to the King.

-Well, don’t keep your favorite food a secret! I need to know right now!- He asks and now everyone laughs.

-Try a wheel of cheese Claude.- Says Dimitri to Claude’s surprise.

-Quesadillas! Yummy!! - You say.

-I got a pair of mice in my hands!- Says King Claude and gives a sigh.

-I love cheese and Quesadillas too!- Pipes in Sharena.

-I enjoy cheese and quesadillas my self as well.- Says Lord Freyr.

You were all laughing by the time you reach the castle and were on your way to the infirmary to get fixed up when you see a group of people walking to meet you. It was Alfonse followed by Fjorm walking by Leagyarn. On Alfonse’s side was the King of Nifl.

-Hrid…

A/N

1. The piece Alfonse is playing is clearly from his world, but I imagine it sounds a lot like Ikuto’s Violin Solo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ET8hV8yPNNQ

2. I wonder what the Summoner dreamed about? Should I leave it to your discretion or should I write about it. I am sure I will end up writing about Dimitri’s. Also Freyr’s forced dream was a dubious consent and I am not sure if I should write about that.

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aelin-queen-of-terrasen · 4 years

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Can I have a "If anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself" Jurdan please? i mean Jude being overprotective to Cardan and threatening whoever plans to harm her husband? I'd love it and I love youuu so much!

note: thank you, nonnie! Jude is certainly the overbearing mother hen in this relationship. Hope you like it. If you'd like to check out my other works, here's the Masterlist.

can I rely on you?

If Cardan doubted Jude's confession after the coronation, he was more than reassured of it after.

Jude moved into his chambers soon after she was crowned, inviting him on trips to the mortal world, taking him to amusement parks and malls and restaurants whenever she could. It was so unlike her, he was near convinced this was some attempt to seduce him into submission. That was until she asked him out on a date a few weeks later, all blushes and soft smiles when he asked what a date even was. Whatever his apprehensions were, they washed away completely when he saw the concern in those eyes when they recieved information about a threat to the crown.

Her shoulders were tense, prepared to strike as she discussed plans. "I need information. Soon." The Bomb nodded, slipping out of their chambers.

Cardan put a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to soothe the tension. "You'll be fine, Jude. You fought Madoc and Grima Mog and came out alive. And that was before you could manipulate the land to your will." He knew she could defend herself but his words failed to put his own mind at ease.

Jude chewed on her lip, then said, "That isn't what I'm worried about."

He waited for an explanation but none came. He assumed she was worried about losing the crown. However, he was proved wrong the next morning when he found her barking orders at the guards to be extra careful—his guards. He couldn't help but notice she had added more of the guards to his security team, including her friend and personal guard Fand. If she realised he'd noticed their spies shadowing him in the library and at the palace, she gave no indication but he could tell she was worried sick.

There was no going back after that.

Even once the threat was eliminated, the extra guards remained. Jude scowled at allies and acquaintances alike if they looked wrong in his direction. Weeks after, they were engaged in a heated discussion with the Court of Termites when Lord Roiben stepped towards them. As if on instinct, Jude stepped in front of him in a defensive stance, sword out and a menacing scowl on her face, the tension became palpable in the room.

Until Roiben stepped back, bowed low and apologized.

Cardan doubted it was a usual occurrence for him but if Jude looked at him the way she'd looked at Roiben, he won't have wished to tempt fate either.

"I love you, my sweet villain, but I doubt someone will try to murder me in the dining hall," he had told her once when she won't lose the frown on her face, hand resting atop the hilt of her sword. Her answering glare shut him up.

But if he thought he'd seen the worst of her protective side, he was proved wrong when a few rebels snuck into one of the revels in the palace and managed to get a hold on Cardan. Jude was on the opposite side of the ballroom but he heard her scream as if she was beside him. A blade pressed against his throat and he went still.

"Don't move a step. You make a move, use magic and I will kill him."

Jude's face was blank. Her voice dropped so low, it sent shivers down his spine. "Unhand him and we'll talk."

Cardan closed his eyes when the blade pressed deeper, a whimper escaping his lips. The pixie holding him captive chuckled. "You are in no position to make demands, sweetheart. Order your troops to stand down or I'll slice his neck clean." Either he was an idiot with no idea what the high queen of elfhame was capable of, or he had a death wish because the way Jude looked at him, Cardan had no doubt he won't leave the palace alive.

"I will do no such—"

The blade pressed harder against his neck, blood trickling out as the cold metal sank further into his skin. The captor stomped on Cardan's foot. Cardan howled in pain.

Jude snarled. The next thing he knew, vines grew out of corners of the throne room. He was shoved aside as his captor and his goons found their limbs tangled by the thick vines, faces pale and screams cut off by the lack of air supply. She eased the veins out, letting them breathe in gulps of air before she tightened them again, already making her way towards her husband. If he thought he'd seen her angry before, she looked like some vengeful spirit as she tortured them all in the middle of the throne room, bringing them to the brink of death before she let them breathe and choked them all over again.

"Don't touch him again," she said after a while. All watched in silence as she loosened her hold again, leaving them all panting on the floor. "Arrest them."

Then she was moving towards him, concerned until her eyes widened in horror. She had missed one rebel who was blended in with the crowd, the faerie shooting an arrow towards him. Jude's strangled cry reached his ears a moment too late, white hot pain flashing across his body before he was consumed by the darkness.

He woke up to her voice. "...don't say it often but I do love you. Please come back to me—I won't—I won't know what to do without you." His heart broke at the pain in her voice, throat tightened with affection as she ran a hand through his dark curls. "You left me when you broke that crown. Please don't leave me again, I need you. Please—" she brushed her lips against his forehead, then his cheek, then a fleeting kiss on his lips, "I'm sorry I failed to keep you safe. I should have been by your side, I should've seen that asshole in the crowd—"

"It wasn't your fault," he said, forcing his eyes open. "It wasn't, Jude."

She had tear streaks all over her face, cheeks flushed and a running nose. Jude nodded. He could tell she didn't believe him though.

He forced her to look at him. "No, Jude. This is not your fault. Say it."

His wife averted her eyes, a fresh set of tears rolling down her cheeks. She collapsed into sobs, throwing her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest, mindful of the barely healed wound in his abdomen. Only here in the privacy of her chambers would she allow herself this vulnerability, this moment of weakness as she cried and cried. He didn't dare interrupt. Jude rarely ever broke down like this, and she needed to let it out before he could convince her she was not to blame. So he wrapped his arms around her, listening to her heartbeat as it slowed down to it's normal pace.

Her voice was a hoarse whisper when she spoke again, echoing in the silence of their chambers. "I was terrified. He could have killed you and I had to pretend like that didn't scare the shit out of me. I would have handed over our kingdom on a silver platter if he hadn't—gods, Cardan, I would have given anything to have you safe."

"But you didn't. You punished them all, I have no doubt." Then, he smiled. "They were rather dumb."

Jude looked up, curious. "Dumb, how?"

"Messing with the serpent-slayer? The Jude Duarte Greenbriar, who defeated Grima Mog in hand-to-hand combat, high queen of elfhame? An idiot could tell they were doomed to fail." His wicked grin stretched wider when he pressed a kiss to her fingers. "She could crush my heart beneath her boot and I would thank her for it."

"You hurtful bastard! I thought your heart belonged to me." She held a hand over her heart as if it was shattered.

His dark eyes twinkled with love and amusement. "Forgive me, dearest Jude, but my queen is the only one entitled to my heart. She is my goddess, my one true love."

Jude leaned forward, pressing her lips against his with passion. He ached with the need to pull her closer and she allowed him, tracing circles on his bare chest. His cock throbbed, seeking that friction between their bodies. The warmth in her brown eyes consumed him as she whispered in his ear, "In that case, you'd better heal quickly so you can worship your goddess in private."

His barked curses could probably be heard all through the mortal realm when she pulled back and left him alone in the bedroom, miserable and wanting.

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 3 years

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I’ve finished the first part of Wild Thing (it was absolutely impossible to put down) and WOW - it was absolutely incredible! I’ve been so excited about this story since you first mentioned it, and I couldn’t have asked for a better result. Seriously, your talent never fails to amaze me! Thank you so much for giving us Gríma fans such an amazing fanfic - I’m so excited to see where this goes next. Sorry for sending such a long ask, I just had to let you know how amazing it was!! (Ps, the end of this part genuinely made me cry, so well done for creating such a moving story too!) ❤️❤️

thank you so much!!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it and went through the effort of messaging me! It means a lot 💜💜 (also never apologize for sending a long ask, I love them). It's been interesting to write, and I'm glad it was compelling enough to power through in one go. that's great to hear!

I just really think. Grima. Needs better exploration as a character than we've been given by JRRT and fandom. (Though seriously, no shade on JRRT with this, Grima's a side character etc.)

I have to say, I've been enjoying the very small Grima renaissance that's been happening on tumblr, at least. It's been mostly art, which I adore, but I'd love to see some fic as well and am happy to contribute what I can.

Next up for Grima is him doing some Mary Oliver-ing in nature for a little while before reconnecting with the world of the Big Folk.

(But for my Frodo and Sam fans! Don't worry, our favourite hobbits will make a reappearance.)

Thank you again for reaching out 💜💜 it means so much 😊

#lotr #lord of the rings #grima wormtongue #wild thing #writing #ask #reply #anon

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Title: Robcina Week Day 6 - Sacrifice

Description: For what felt like as long as she could remember, Lucina had been forced to sacrifice every shred of her own happiness for the greater good. How could she be selfish, when the fate of the entire world had rested on her shoulders? Why then, did she feel so guilty.

Notes: Takes place some time after the end of Awakening, after Robin's return to life.

Words: 1616

Lucina stood in the center of a sunset field, the sea churning gently against a golden shore. The tall grass swayed in the wind, bathed in the fiery light that washed over the land.

Across from her stood Robin, his hands outstretched, leaving himself open for a blow that would come. A blade pointed at his chest. Her blade, for it was Falchion that she held in her hand, the naked blade gilded orange as she prepared to strike.

She had to do this. To strike down the man she loved for the sake of the future. To cast aside her happiness, to sacrifice a life with him to save the words.

"I want you to be happy, Lucina. That's all I've ever wanted," Robin pleaded, making no movement to protect himself.

She wanted to scream at those words. To deny them. To tell him that she could never be happy with what she must do. Couldn't he see she was sacrificing her happiness for what needed to be done?!

"I'm ready now. Do as you must."

Lucina closed her eyes, feeling her heart tear asunder as his words. She had to do this… no matter how much she wished otherwise. It had to be done.

A worthy sacrifice…

And so she moved the strike.

The ground gave way beneath her, and she now plummeted through darkness. Wind whipped past. Then she felt ground beneath her. She was kneeling, Falchion still gripped in her hands. Only it wasn't the ground. She was of Grima's back, and ahead of her…

Robin stood before her like he had on the field, only now his body was translucent, bits of him breaking off as ephemeral orbs of light that drifted in the breeze. He had struck the final blow to kill Grima, saving the world and all of them… a sacrifice of his own life for the good of all.

"I want you to be happy, Lucina. That's all I've ever wanted," Robin told her again. He smiled the last of his form evaporating into motes of light. Then the lights blinked out, leaving Lucina staring at the spot her love once stood.

Tears splashed against her hands. It felt as though only a void was left in place of her heart.

Why? …why am I crying? I wanted this! It's just another sacrifice for the greater good. My happiness for the sake of everyone else!

Again darkness swallowed her, and she fell. All she could feel was her own tears… tears that she should not have shed.

Why, then? Why did it hurt so much?

. . . . .

Lucina opened her eyes, blinking back tears. Darkness surrounded her, and for a moment she thought she was still in the void that had swallowed her. Then she picked out a sliver of moonlight, coming from a crack in the window shutters. She was in her room. Her turned to look beside her and sighed in relief.

Robin lay beside her, fast asleep.

It was only a dream, she told herself

Rolling over, Lucina rested her head on her pillow, trying to fall back asleep. But try as she might, rest eluded her now. Again and again she heard her husband's words, from the dream and out of her past."'I want you to be happy''. Somehow now, however, they felt almost like an accusation. Or perhaps, rather, an admission of guilt.

After what fell like hours but could not have been more than minutes, Lucina rolled onto her back and sat up, letting out an exasperated sigh. It was no use, she wouldn't be able to sleep, mind racing like this.

Slipping out from beneath the covers she tip-toed her way out of the bedroom, careful not to wake the still sleeping Robin. For some time she wandered the hallways, not caring where she ended up, trying her best to clear her thoughts.

It was so stupid. Why was she still fixated on this? Everything had worked out, hadn't it? Robin had returned from his sacrifice. She had gotten everything she wanted: she'd saved the world and yet still found happiness with the man she loved. Why, then, did she feel so conflicted?

Why then, did a part of her feel guilty?

Soon Lucina found herself in the center courtyard of the castle, the moon shining above. The night air was cold against her skin, and the stone paving cold beneath her bare feet. She shivered, yet there was something oddly comforting about the chill. Almost purifying. As if soothing the confused emotions burning through her racing mind.

"Bad dream?" a voice behind her asked.

Lucina gasped, turning to find a very much awake Robin standing behind her. He had a lit candle held before him, the light a mote of fiery warmth in the cold midnight.

"Robin, I apologize, you startled me," Lucina said, lowering the hand she'd clutched at her heart. "I'm so sorry, I did not mean to wake you when I got up."

Robin shook his head. "It's quite alright," he assured her, taking a step closer. His hand brushed against her shoulder. "You didn't answer my question though. Bad dream? Or just couldn't sleep?"

Lucina nodded. "Both, really," she admitted. She turned, taking a seat on the waist-high stone wall that ringed the edge of the courtyard. Robin sat down next to her. "I… to be honest, it's nothing really. I apologize for worrying you so," she tried to tell him. But Robin cut through the lies in an instant

"Clearly it is something, if it's keeping you from sleep," he noted perceptively.

Lucina sighed, knowing it was foolhardy to deny it. Robin could always see right through her. There was no use trying to hide anything from someone who knew her so well. So it was that she recounted her dream, describing the two scenes from their past that had played out before her, woven together into a single whole. It was like a nightmare she'd had once before, she recalled now. Only before that had been of loss, of her fear of losing him again. But this was different. It had been something else that had been at the core of this dream. Somehow, some way, it had seemed to have been formed from a festering guilt.

"... which is why I don't understand why I feel like this," Lucina finished, shaking her head. "It makes no sense for me to feel this way, after all this time."

For several moments Robin said nothing, clearly lost deep in thought as he digested all she'd told him.

"Well… if I were to guess, you probably feel conflicted because a part of you was, after I was gone," Robin said at last.

"Conflicted? Why would I…" Lucina trailed off, shaking her head fervently, as if to deny what seemed to be an accusation.

"Yes, conflicted. And it's not a surprise you were, given the circumstances." Robin explained. "Think, Lucina, up until the moment on the field, you were ready to sacrifice anything to save the world. Even after you couldn't go through with it, it's only natural a part of you still felt like killing me there would have been the right call, and would think what you'd done was selfish."

"But…"

"Then mere weeks later, I made the call for you. I sacrificed my life to save the world," Robin laughed, the sound aimed at himself. "I did exactly what that part of you wanted. So even as you were still mourning, a part of you felt like that was wrong and you should be happy with this outcome, because to do otherwise would be selfish."

Lucina said nothing, mulling his words over. Had that been it? Had a part of her felt like she should have been happy with the outcome?

Because it was what I wanted, wasn't it? Lucina told herself. When I first came to the past, how things ended up were everything I would have hoped for. But after everything…

"All this time I've felt guilty and didn't know why," Lucina said at last. "It seems like there were two reasons for it. A part of me felt guilty that I wasn't content with… how things happened. And another part of me, I think, felt guilt that the first part even thought that way." She hung her head in shame. It was so stupid. How would she ever be able to face the future if every outcome, every choice, led to such regret.

Robin smiled gently, taking her hand. "It's okay, Lucina. It's okay to have felt conflicted. Your duty, your heart, the two were in conflict long before that day on that field or that last battle. It only makes sense that a part of you would feel like like you choose wrong, no matter the outcome."

"Even when I got everything I wanted in the end?" Lucina said, laughing at her own foolishness.

"Now? Yes, you did get it. But for two years I was gone, and you had to deal with those feelings all that time alone," Robin assured her. He leaned in, giving a small kill at her forehead. "But now that I'm here, I can promise you, it's okay to be selfish now. We saved the world, your duty is fulfilled. All that's left is to make the future you wanted, together."

"I'd like that," Lucina said. She killed him in return. Now that she saw the truth of her conflicted feelings, it felt as though they were easier to let go of. Perhaps now, she could finally move forward and embrace that future.

A future where she would need not sacrifice any happiness with the man she loved.

Author's note: I hope you guys liked my submissions for Robcina-week this year. Sadly I didn't have time to write anything for day 7 (nor did I have any good ideas for what to do that day anyways), so hopefully 6 out of 7 is good enough.

#robcina-week #robcina #robin x lucina #robin #lucina

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iturbide · 3 years

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More Crest Control Edelgard in Heroes

(CheeseAndCake here) I just want to let you know that the CC!Edargard art is amazing, and it works as both a thank you and a bribe. Here is the accepted bribe’s payment! More Crest Control Edelgard in Heroes snippets have been delivered! Enjoy!

(Also, Me? Shamelessly inserting my headcanon that Almyra uses non-gendered language? It’s more likely than you think.)

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It’s only after a long, tense, chat with the Crèche Guardians that Edelgard allows herself to relax on the bench in the dining room, and return her dagger to its hiding place. She left it on the table where both parties could see- and neither could easily grab- as a sign of good will, which for the most part seems to have worked.

The previous conversation wasn’t pleasant in the slightest, but it was something she needed to hear, and the distrust is warranted, since her past- and alternative- selves are here as well.

Considering what they might have done, she’s surprised she wasn’t set on fire the moment she entered.

Most of the castle is empty by now, aside from the occasional hero on patrol, which suits her fine. The silence gives her room to think.

She doesn’t know how long she sits on the bench to process the meaning of the words said- each of them have their own cultures, their own beliefs, so many reject the title of god, some find it holding a different meaning, some- the dragonkin aren’t one collective unit- which isn’t surprising, but somehow still hard to grasp- they’re people.

And Edelgard refuses to leave this dining hall until she finds the idea at least slightly easier to understand.

If it takes a while, and the Guardians are willing to talk again while she’s still processing, the least she can do is make sure the conversation’s on neutral grounds so it doesn’t feel like an invasion.

She must have fallen asleep at some point, because when she wakes up, the sun is just starting to rise over the horizon, which is surprising, since she usually has night terrors, but Askr apparently has heroes that can control dreams, so it might not be that strange.

She’s just glad she removed most of her armour before approaching the Crèche, and that this place is apparently safe enough to fall asleep without armour.

It’s only when she feels a small tug on her dress and looks down that she realises she’s not alone.

She looks down, and sees a very sleepy child with pink hair under the table. The child holds her hands out, and makes what she assumes to be an ‘up’ gesture.

Slowly, carefully, she picks up the child and paces her on the bench, and the child’s face scrunches before she moves onto Edelgard’s lap.

It’s only when the child looks directly at her face and cheerfully says “I’m Fae!” That Edelgard see’s the young girl’s forehead, remembers her visit to the Crèche, and realises she has a dragon child sitting on her lap.

For a moment, she swears her heart skips a few beats. Even now, despite everything, the word “dragon” in her mind still conjures an image of a fairy-tale creature, and not a… person.

She shoves that disgusting line of thinking to the side, and forces herself to think of anything else. No bad thoughts around the child. Second thoughts are more important than the first.

The Grima’s were going to kill her.

Think. She talked to Claude about this in Fodlan, didn’t she? Humanising comes from learning about the individuals. You are sitting in a room holding a- an adorable, tired, child with pink hair. Ask the child something. Anything. What’s a good thing to ask a child?

“So, Fae-“ Calm, casual, voice. Gentle, good, “What’s your… favourite colour?”

She really needs to learn how to talk to children.

If Claude ever found out about this, she’s going to strange him with his own sash. She could practically hear him saying “It’s a learning experience, Edelgard!” In the back of her mind.

Fae blinks a few times and smiles up at her. “Purple!”

“Oh, because of your hair? You have very pretty hair.” She didn’t make a move to ruffle the girl’s hair, but she shifted into what she hoped would be more comfortable for the little one.

“No! It’s the colour of mama and papa’s wings!”

“That sounds-“ don’t panic, don’t panic, “- lovely. Did you get your wings from them?” -don’t panic. This is a small, fragile child, if you panic, she will cry. Think you your younger- don’t think of that, it will make you panic-

“Nope! Fae’s wings are-“ Fae yawns and stretches, before curling up against Edelgard’s chest, “-white! But! Fae still has feathers, like them!”

“They must be very beautiful.” This time, Edelgard makes sure to pat Fae on the head since she’s giving Edelgard the same look cats give her when they want affection. “Fae, did you stay up late to spy on your parents?”

Because if there’s one thing all children do, no matter what their backgrounds, it’s staying up late to listen in on your parents.

“Hmmm…” Fae blinks slowly, and wriggles to get herself in a more comfortable position. “Yep!”

And then Fae falls asleep.

Edelgard has no idea how to move without waking up the child, and she’s pretty sure at this rate, no matter what, the entire Crèche is definitely going to kill her.

“You look uncomfortable.” A new voice rings out, and instinctively, her right hand goes to her dagger and she tightens her grip on the child in her arms.

Edelgard glances at the man with long red hair, relaxing as she realises he’s one of the Crèche’s caretakers. “I have no idea how to talk to children.”

The man lets out a small, relieved smile, and sits next to her.

“Give it time. It will come.” He says casually. Then, he leans over the child in her arms, holds his hand out, and whispers, “Fae, come on, your mama and papa are going to panic if they realise you’re missing.”

Just like that, the small, half asleep, child practically falls into the man’s arms, and whispers “Warm.”

The man lets out a soft laugh and says, “I’ll be returning the little one to her parents. Thank you for looking after her. My name is Arvis.”

“It’s no problem. My name is Edelgard, though I’m guessing you’ve already ment several versions of me.” She nods in response as the man- Arvis- leaves the hall with Fae in his arms.

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The next Crèche Caretaker she meets is named Lyon, a soft-spoken man with purple hair and kind eyes, who volunteered to talk to her about the Crèche’s activities after he saw her listening to Emmeryn. Apparently, that was what convinced him she was serious about wanting to understand the dragonkin and change.

The conversation was mostly natural, talking about the children’s’ favourite fairy tales, their favourite games, so on and so forth, until Lyon spoke about his fallen self.

Because Lyon- and the entire Crèche, apparently- use future tenses for his fallen self, but the guilt she can see in his eyes is an entirely different type.

“You’re lying.” She says it softly with a sigh, but perhaps it comes out blunter than intended. It needs to be said, because if what that implies is true, then she needs to know. No, she doesn’t need to know, but it’s something that will haunt her if she doesn’t at least ask.

“Pardon?” Thankfully, he doesn’t sound offended, only cautious and curious.

“You don’t have the eyes of someone trying to fight their fate.” She explains, keeping her voice low, in case the former prince wants to keep it a secret, “Or someone resigned to it. You’re not from before you’re fallen self, you’re from after, aren’t you?”

Just for a moment, she sees a shadow pass over his face, and his eyes seem to become so much older and wiser. “…Yes.”

Hope is a dangerous, terrifying thing. It’s not something that Edelgrad believes in, but in that moment, it crawls through her stomach and into her mouth, and she can’t help asking, “Did death bring you peace from the Demon King?”

“I don’t know. I don’t remember, but…” He smiles, sadly as he looks at her. He doesn’t comment on the question. He doesn’t need to, “I can hope.”

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It’s rare to see Claude- and of the Claudes- on his own, since she usually sees him with the Crèche- who she’s giving space to approach her, no matter how hard the waiting is- with the Grimas’ twins and the other tacticians, or with his Golden Deer, which she knows to stay away from, since most give her death glares she approaches.

So, when she sees one of the older ones alone, she decides to ask him for a game. His strategies are always interesting and versatile, and she finds herself missing the matches they would play in their spare time.

“Sun’s light warm you and wyverns’ sing, Claude, High Ruler. Would you be willing for a game of Shatranj?” She asks, giving her usual greeting as she approaches him. He’s standing next to an empty table big enough to fit the board on, and she knows he always carries a small set with him when he can.

for just a second when the words leave her lips, Claude’s expression perfectly matches a deer’s when it sees a hunter, and he slowly sits on the chair. His expression becomes a calm mask and doesn’t change, and that’s how she knows she surprised him.

Claude. Surprised. She doesn’t know what to do with the information.

“I should let you know, I’m not king yet,” Claude corrects, somewhat stained and somewhat gentle, as if he hasn’t completely thought his words though, “Brave me has that honour.”

Oh. Oh, that’s embarrassment burning in her gut, but she can’t take back her words. Ruthlessly she shoves it down. There are better times for shame, and this isn’t one of them.

“Oh? I never did learn how to greet a prince.” Do it. Ask. Implications give nothing. Shame in asking is worthless. Somehow, the idea that she would have been too ashamed to ask before gives her what she needs to push on, “Would you be willing to teach me?”

“Sure, it’s: ‘Heir of High Ruler’ if you want to be super formal about it, but most people just use ‘Heir’ for any child of a governing family.” She can tell Claude’s been caught off guard, but now that he knows where the conversation is going, he has it under control. “‘Wyverns’ sing’ is also only used after the person’s Rite of Challenge.”

“Ya-kessh?” She repeats, butchering the pronunciation.

“No, Heir.” It rolls off his tongue naturally, and Edelgard bites the inside of her lip to stop her frustration and embarrassment from rising. Not the time, not the place.

“Heir-ch?” She says, forcing herself to try again. She can do this.

“Heir.”

“There you go.” Claude responds with an easy smile. It’s not perfect, but Edelgard can practice later.

Edelgard rolls her eyes. She’s worked for Claude often enough to know that type of smile isn’t completely real. “The offer for Shatranj is still there, Claude, Heir, do you accept?”

“With joy, Edelgard, Ruler of Land and People.”

“I lost that title years ago, Edelgard, Commander, is as formal as I’m going to allow you to go.”

Claude’s smile becomes sharper as he places his pieces, and Edelgard allows herself to smile in return. This was going to be fun.

In the end, she loses, again, which really isn’t surprising. Against someone like Claude, it doesn’t sting that much.

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[AN: yes, Edelgard did 100% refer to the Robins as “the Grimas’ twins,” since she doesn’t really know their history.]

[On another note, how do you think the Bad End cast would react to CC!Edelgard? I’m not going to write anything for that, I’m just really curious.]

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#submission #cheeseandcake #fire emblem: three houses #fire emblem: heroes #dragon creche #crest control #i've read this so many times now #i really wanted to finish the duo hero art before clearing out my inbox #just to make sure i didn't lose momentum #but i keep going back to this and reading it #and i absolutely love how cc!edelgard is clearly still working on things #she's in the process of unlearning bad habits #and has to remind herself about the good ones that she's trying to replace them with #because yeah changing that kind of mindset is really hard #this kind of growth is incredible and i absolutely love all of it #from her pushing herself to ask claude about how to address a prince #instead of shutting down because she feels she embarrassed herself #or talking herself through interacting with a tiny dragon child #when she still hears 'dragon' and thinks 'inhuman monster'#it's just such good character writing and i love every bit of it #this is an absolute gift #so i'm definitely going to write some bad end interactions to cc!edelgard for you

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super-unpredictable98 · 3 years

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Bienenstich

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (The Eighth Child’ Verse - OC) Word Count: about 800 Warning: Strong language, mention of drug use. a/n: Just a cute little story about Vicky learning how to bake German desserts to make Klaus happy and all lol

(Masterlist)

I always loved to bake, it was so fascinating for me to see how a bunch of random ingredients can come together and become this amazing, delicious dessert. That's why every week I would go into the kitchen with a new recipe that I tried to follow.

- Hmmm, do I smell cake? - Klaus came in the kitchen smelling like straight-up weed.

- Klaus! Are you insane? The only thing I can smell is you! What if someone catches? - I handed him some coffee beans to mask it.

- Relax, Schnucki... It's all right - he pulled a chair - what are you making?

- Bienenstich.

- What? - He furrowed his brows - Doesn't sound very good...

- It's a German treat.

- Darling, I am a German treat - he smirked.

- So modest...

- Are you gonna deny it?

- Here - I put one piece in front of him, ignoring the question - it's a cake with a layer of vanilla custard and topped with caramelized almonds.

- Wow, this looks amazing - Klaus completely ignored the fork I put on his plate and grabbed the cake with his hands, making a huge mess.

He took the first bite and hummed in appreciation, filling me with pride. A huge reason why I baked in the first place was to make him and the others happy.

- So... - I sat in front of him with a half-grin.

- This is heaven, and it's not just the munchies talking - he groaned.

- Oh my God, a miracle! - Ben rushed into the kitchen and cut himself a piece of cake - I managed to get here before Klaus eats everything.

- Fuck you! - Klaus turned to him with his mouth and chin covered in custard.

- How very polite - Ben teased.

- If you two don't quit bickering, I won't bake ever again - I playfully threatened while cleaning Klaus' face with a napkin.

- This is very good - Ben complimented - the other day you were thinking about what you wanna do for college, maybe you should go to culinary school.

- I don't know... I don't know if I'd be any good.

- Are you kidding? - Klaus was scandalized - You're fantastic, I can't remember ever trying something you made that wasn't perfect.

- That's true - Ben agreed - you have a real talent for this stuff.

- Yeah, it would be a lot of fun...

- And after class, you could always sneak some of it out for me - Klaus raised his brows - huh? I could be your official taster.

- That sounds like a plan.

- Can I have another one? - Klaus asked - Actually, can you just give me the tray?

- Klaus! - I laughed.

- What? I'm starving! It's not my fault!

- It's not your fault that you got high? - I whispered next to his ear.

- Well... That's subjective. Depends on how you look at the situation, some might say it was actually dad's fault.

- You're so cynical - I handed him the tray as Ben shook his head with a chuckle.

- Something smells good - Luther came into the kitchen - what did you make, Vicky?

- It's mine! - Klaus took the tray away from him.

- What? There's nearly an entire cake in there, you can't give me one piece?

- I'm hungry.

- I know why you're so hungry, Klaus... Maybe I should go tell dad the reason.

- Vicky made it for me, wasn't it? - Klaus batted his eyelashes at me - Cause I'm her favorite sibling.

- Sorry, Klausie, I made it for everyone... - I shrugged.

- You're supposed to be on my side here, Schatzi.

- Come on, I just want to try it - Luther rolled his eyes.

- Alright, you win, big goy!

Klaus licked every single bit of the cake while keeping eye contact with Luther the entire time.

- Dude, gross... - Ben whined.

- Here, take it - Klaus smiled mischievously.

- Klaus, you're disgusting - Luther huffed as he left the kitchen.

- I'll make some more, Spacey - I shouted behind him - I promise!

- Ha! Bet he's going to cry on Allison's shoulder... - Klaus mocked - Why do you have this face, Vicky?

- Well, I didn't have the chance to try it myself - I grimaced.

- Oh, I'm sorry - Klaus cut me a piece - you don't mind, do you?

- Nah, not really - I took a bite and they were right, it was really good.

- Really? - Ben winced.

- I've put worse things in my mouth than Klaus' saliva before... And I'm indestructible, what's the worse that could happen?

#the umbrella academy klaus #the umbrella academy fanfic #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy imagine #tua klaus #tua #tua au #tua fanfic #tua imagine #klaus hargreeves #klaus x oc #drabble

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felldragxn · 3 years

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- “Does it hurt, my child?”

- A snicker, from the shadows. Her eyes dart from side to side, searching and seeing nothing. She knows she’ll see nothing, and yet she refuses to cast her sights within. Finding nothing, they lower, to the body in her arms - it’s not real - and with what pitiful strength remains she pulls it closer to her, her fingers getting tangled in blue strands of hair.

- It’s not real, and yet it hurts just as much as it did back then.

- “I would’ve thought you’d gotten over it by now. Yet even after becoming a part of me - you still don’t seem to think like I do.”

- She closes her eyes, letting out a shaky breath. None of this is real. She’s not even here, now. Dragged out against her will, as if there was anything left to cling to. For so long she had slept, aware only of the initial slaughter, and then… silence. Peaceful, oblivious sleep, with no chance to fight back. So why now?

- “Why I woke you? Honestly, I was getting a bit bored all by myself.” It laughs in genuine amusement, a tone that chills her. She opens her eyes, as if expecting to see its figure in front of her, six eyes glaring at her without mercy from the shadows. What she sees, instead, is a change in that figure in her arms.

- The cry from her throat barely sounds human, as she registers Lucina’s form.

- “With nobody left to oppose me - well, now, there’s just no challenge to it.” The laugh changes from amused to mocking, and she sets the corpse - it’s not real it’s not real - down on the ground in front of her. Her daughter’s face serene, as if she’s merely sleeping. As if for years she hadn’t been suffering all on her own. Robin’s hand reaches out to touch her face, as Grima’s voice tells her, “Even Naga has fallen… You are all that remains~”

- She could refuse to believe it, knowing Grima would tell her such things in hopes of driving her to despair. She could deny and receive no comforting confirmation as to whether or not these are lies. She could accept it as truth, and despair knowing that she is the only one who remains in this broken world - a shell of herself, not even living.

- What flares up in her isn’t quite anger or sadness. She doesn’t really understand what drives her. She can’t be certain of anything - she can’t remember how to feel anything. Maybedetermined is the right word, as she stands, staring fondly down at her daughter, and draws her sword.

- “Oh, now, isn’t that cute,” it says, snickering as she sets off into the dark.

- She wanted to find Grima, so she would. Even if it didn’t matter. Even if she couldn’t really kill it. If she could pretend, just for a moment, that she had some sort of say in anything, the ability to change the fate that had befallen everybody she cared about.

- Gods. Gods.

- Chrom who had loved and trusted her. Lucina who had depended on her. Frederick who, despite his early suspicions, had put his life at stake to try and save her from her destiny. Her family back home - Emmeryn’s memory - her promise to end the war, no matter the cost.

- The cost was everything. The war was over, turned to slaughter.

- She ended up back where she started, and this time it was not Lucina. It was not merely one corpse. Numb, she turned around, and walked a different way.

- Her poor son, born into this life.. She had freed him to a better future -

- “Nothing will change,” their voice laughed, “nothing can.”

- Shut up.

- It hated her for that. It hated her for taking away its only connection to humanity beyond her. Because she could admit, at least, that she was no longer human. She was the Fell Dragon, from the moment she was born.

- She remembered vividly the deaths she had been forced to witness. Those three who had taken her in and allowed her to stay despite her Plegian ancestry, the ones who loved her dearly. She had loved them as family. And yet by her hand, each way slain. She could remember Chrom’s clear last words, Lissa’s hopeful smile which turned to confusion when she was inevitably betrayed. The look in Frederick’s eyes that told her he believed himself to be a failure, unable to protect any of them, unable to fulfill her final wishes.

- This was her fate, even if she had tried to deny it. But the her in that time might still have a chance.

- She stopped walking, and stared at her own body on the ground before her, lifeless and cold.

- She had long since become a walking shell of herself. Perhaps it was hopeless to believe she could accomplish anything. Maybe Grima was right after all, and her last effort at protecting her son would lead to nothing. Maybe Lucina was dead. Maybe the future couldn’t change. Maybe the world was doomed.

- It was all her fault. Peace?

- She stepped forward, gripping the sword in both hands, and stabbing it into the body in the ground.

- Reasoning?

- And again.

- Validar, a victim?

- And again.

- And each time, her emotionless facade began to break down. More force into each blow, more tears running down her face. More, more, more. The only sound she could hear were her own sobs.

- Arms wrapped around from behind her, as if to soothe her. It pet her hair, and whispered in her ear. It told her of all the ways they died. The Risen, the Grimleal. Sacrificing for their families, trying to kill her. All of it, all of it, “It’s all your fault.”

- Its laugh, like music, in her ears. A strangled cry escaped her in response. For a moment, it seemed like she could no longer hear either of the sounds as she raised the sword from theher on the ground, and drove it through the her that she assumed she was.

- It didn’t laugh anymore.

- “You have to find me, Robin,” it called, something off about its voice. But she fell to her knees, uncaring, hands shaking next to the sword. This wasn’t real. “You have to kill me, don’t you? Are you just giving up now?” This wasn’t real, and yet for years it had hurt so badly. What was the point. “How boring.” What was the point? “How miserable.”

- She fell to the ground, in place of the body she’d mutilated before.

- Why did it hurt so badly, when everything was already lost?

- Gods, she just wanted to rest.

- Naga, please let her rest.

- Please.

#;; drabble #;; Grima #;; Robin #her ruin ;; ot #tw implied suicide #((this is an old drabble but I suddenly thought of it and it was on my old blog #((so I'm reposting it

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israltale · 3 years

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Hard Crashing

Error had no idea when it had happened, but suddenly there was a new AU Ink was talking about, each time they fought. At first he had thought it was a strange abomination like all the others, but then he started to look into it.

That AU had the Skele Bros, but they looked different, while there still was a little bit of hints to the Original. Then there was a Woman, Error first had thought she may be a Human. Turned out she was not and that AU is far older as some of the other Abominations.

Then Error noticed some changes. It seemed like they went on war, because the Area broke in two. Error bit into his chocolate bar. It was actually pretty interesting to watch them, but he also wondered. Some of those came from Abominations and their Timeline was destroyed once they had turned into something different. Error wondered if it happened all the time.

“Watching them again?” Error jumped out of his beanbag.

“INK!” The other Skeleton grinned at him.

“Never would have guessed you would become so enamoured with this AU.” He said, broomy in Hand. Error had to force down his closing Crash. Ink grinned again.

“Well you know, Error. If you like them so much, why not check them out closer!” Error had no time to react, while he got hit with Inks Paint and was soon after in a free Fall.

“IIIIIIIIIIINK!” Error screamed, before he crashed. Everything went Black while he fell. He would probably see where Ink send him, once his forced Shut down settled.

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A Man walked through the forest before he heard strange noises. Following it he found a black boned skeleton, his sockets turned blue and strange error signs running in them.

“What an odd thing… but perfect for the Event.” The Man said and took Error with him. The Skeletons eyes still filled with Errors. The Man brought him to a strange Circus like Area, where a Woman with mice Ear waited for him.

“What did you bring there, Brutus?” She said, looking to the black boned Skeleton.

“Found that one in the Forest, Boss. He is making strange static noises and has those things around him.” Brutus explained to the mouse Woman. She sniffed at Error.

“Eww he reeks of Paint. Clean him and put him into one of the Cages. We will see how much those Pure Bloods pay for something like…. This.” She ordered.

“Alright, Boss.” Brutus said, walking off with the still unconscious Destroyer. The Mouse Woman was already preparing for the big Show.

“Hey, Eileen… How did this even got through?” A Centaurs came to her.

“Honestly, Carus… i have NO idea… Last time we were here the King literally threw us out, saying we disrespect Live.” Carus sighed.

“It’s not the same King anymore?” Eileen shook her head.

“No, it’s a new King. I also noticed that only Pure Blood Dragons life there, no other Creature.” She said, scratching her Ear.

“Well good for us. We can sell some Slaves then.” Carus chuckled.

“Yep. With this new King in the Throne we can make a lot of Money.” She smiled, rubbing her Hands in anticipation.

Cheria sighed, as she walked with Reeve and some more Soldiers to the Area, where a new Kind of Market was now allowed.

“I can’t understand how King Lysander could allow this… Slaves, King Niles would never have allowed that!” Cheria pouted.

“King Niles is gone, Cheria… it doesn’t matter how much we dislike all of this. If we misstep now…” Cheria nodded slowly.

“I know, Re… He almost found us out as we brought the other Skeleton away.” Reeve nodded.

“And as Grima suddenly disappeared.” They were all secretly working for a Resistance Group, who want to overthrow the current King, while there was still his older Sister, she had suggested to Vote for a new Ruler. Reeve could understand that.

Narish would never let her go and it’s nearly impossible to get the Chaos area and the Order Area together again. The Pure Dragons went corrupted since Lysander raged against his Sister after her Return. One of the Soldiers gasped in shock as they finally reached the Area.

Cheria starred at the Cages placed there. In each and every Cage was another Creature, collars around their Neck, probably to make them obedient or block their magic. Reeve frowned. They had only grey old clothes on their Body, looking hungry and tired.

“Awful.” A Soldier behind him mumbled.

“I know this looks awful, but we need to be Professional.” Reeve turned to his Man.

“Listen up. We are here to watch that no fight breaks out. If any of you want to spend their Salary to help them for freedom, feel free to do so.” Cheria and the others nodded. They knew their General will do this as well.

They split up and walked around the Market. Cheria still stuck to Reeve, but they had to compose themselves. It was awful to see the Creatures locked in those small cages.

“General… There.” Cheria suddenly said, there was one Cage coming strange noises from. It sounded like static.

“Let’s check it out.” He said, walking over to the Cage.

A Black boned Skeleton sat inside, the noise seems to came from him. Reeve looked to Cheria, before stepping closer.

“StAy AwAy.” He sounded like he glitched out.

“I don’t think that he is from our AU.” Cheria mumbled. The Skeleton finally looking up he had mismatched blue and yellow eye lights. Reeve sighed.

“This is bad… If he is not Part of our AU he shouldn’t be forced to stay here, especially not with what they Plan for him.” Error growled at them, tugging at his Eye Sockets but no threads came, like he used to.

“WhAt DiD yOu Do To Me!?” Reeve stepped closer.

“We did nothing. But maybe we can Figure it out. What is the last you remember?” Error starred at him, before he actually thought about it.

“I wAs In My AnTi VoId, ThEn InK cAmE. AfTeR tHaT eVeRyThInG wEnT dArK.” He said.

“Ink?” Cheria asked.

“Croma said that someone named Ink threw him in this AU as well.” Reeve pondered, but was soon roughly interrupted.

“Would you be so Kind and step away from my Slaves, dear Soldiers.” Reeve turned.

“Oh? Are my Man not allowed to look in case they want to buy one for themselves?” Eileen walked up to him.

“Dear Soldier, i do not think that your Salary would be enough to buy this Special slave.” She chuckled. Cheria pouted, how disrespectful she was! Reeve smiled at her, but Cheria knew this was a different Smile, a Trickster Smile.

“Then please excuse my Rudeness.” He said coldly.

“Let’s go, Cheria.” He said, the little Woman nodded.

“Yes.” Reeve turned, smiling at Error. The Destroyer knew those Grins, that Skeleton had a Plan.

“We will see if i can Buy a Slave with my small Salary.” Eileen watched them Leave.

“What a Rude Man! As if he can afford any of my Beautiful Slaves!” She huffed. Cheria looked up at him.

“General… What!” He placed a Finger on her Lips.

“Hush. Let her believe that i am a Mere Soldier. She will see what it brought her.” The other nodded slightly, before following her General.

Error only could hope that this Skeleton had a VERY good Plan to help him out of this, also he wondered why his Magic was not working. Maybe the Collar he had was the Reason? Or did Ink do Something??? His Strings did not come out, no matter how much he tried, also his Blasters won’t appear and his Bone attacks as well.

“Don’t worry to much, my little Slave.” Eileen chirped.

“You soon get a Master who you can Please with your WHOLE being.” Error flinched. He really hoped not or his whole Life would be filled with Crashes.

Brutus stepped on the Stage, all those rich Dragons assembled there. He already rubbed his Hands for all that sweet sweet Money they will make today. His Job was announcing Eileen and then bring the Slaves as they are called.

The Mouse Woman went through some of them, others went back to their Cages cause no one bet on them.

“The las one for Today is a black boned Skeleton.” Eileen cooed, Brutus hat to force Error on the Stage making him almost Crash.

“The Starting Bet is 10 Emeralds.” She chuckled a bit. Only the Rich would bet for him and soon the Dragons started to Race the price. Error hated this, he hated Touch and he hated not being able to use Magic. Suddenly a boney Hand rose to the Air.

“50 Diamonds.” Silence went through the Audience. Eileen blinked. Was that man serious? As if he could afford 50 Diamonds. Only the King and his inner circle could. She was about to laugh at him as some Dragons started to cheer.

“Way to go, Master Reeve!” Cheria chuckled next to him. Eileen blinked, seeing all those Dragons celebrate him, like he was a big Deal. Her ears twitched.

“Wonder what the Kings Guard want with a Slave.” The Mouse Woman paled. Kings Guard? He was the Kings personal protector? She almost was about to Cry. Her Beautiful Live rushing past her in fear he might behead her for treason.

“Boss?” Error noticed her distress as well. She snapped out of it, thanks to Brutus.

“Sold~” She announced sugary sweet. Error wondered what he had missed, but for now that damn Human dragged him back to his Cell.

It took a while, before Error heard Voices.

“How she looked at you, General!” Cheria snickered. Reeve shrugged.

“That happens if you judge People from the first impression.” He said, finally getting to Error.

“Well then, time to get away from here.” Reeve said, as Brutus opened the Cage for him. Error grumbled, but left his Cage nonetheless. Brutus watched them Leaving in Case Reeve tried something fishy.

“For now we return to my Residence.” He announced to Error. The Destroyer looked at him.

“FoR nOw?” Cheria nodded.

“We have to wait till Nightfall, before we can bring you to someone who can help you return home.” He was confused, so Reeve didn’t buy him to use him as a Slave? Said Skeleton walked in front of the black Boned Destroyer.

“Most of the Slaves will get their Freedom.” He said, walking up to a House, that seemed to be build with emeralds, then finally Error noticed that every house was a jewels or Gemstone. Reeve opened his door inviting the two into his Home.

“WhAt Is GoInG tO hApPeN nOw?” Reeve motioned for him to sit down.

“In this AU is only one Person who is able to let you Travel into another AU. Security is tight in this Kingdom so we have to wait till nightfall, it makes it easier to move.” Error nodded.

“Once Nightfall hits i will bring you to the Other Kingdom, the Vicinity of Chaos.” Error blinked. Far as he knew this Area and the other Area were at… Odds? Or was there more behind all this that he had actually seen?

As Night slowly crawled over the Day, another Visitor came to the House.

“General.” Reeve nodded.

“Come in.” A Soldier walked into the House. Error starred at him.

“I can’t bring you there, so this trusted Man will bring you over to the other Area.” Error wanted to say something, but Cheria answered his Question.

“It is better if no one sees the General go over there, he would be faster beheaded for treason as a normal Soldier who could lie about why he was there.” That made actually sense. The Soldier bowed to the Destroyer.

“I will bring you there, no matter what.” He said confidently. Error sighed a bit.

“WhY iS mY mAgIc NoT wOrKiNg?” Reeve leaned back in his Chair.

“I first thought the Collar, but this is not the Case. It makes you obedient, yes.” Cheria’s tail was moving.

“I’m sure Lady Millenia can help you with that, could be that they drugged all those they wanted to sell.” Error grumbled in static noises.

“AlRiGhT.” He then said.

Reeve let the Soldier and Error out on of the Backdoor after it was dark enough and a little bit safer to move. The Soldier looked around carefully while walking away from the main City. The Destroyer walked behind him, wondering why they were all so cautious, only to find out soon Enough.

“I wondered why the General wanted a Slave all of a sudden.” The Soldier tensed Error turned to see one of the People who were on that Place to get slaves.

“The General gave me the Order to bring him to a Friend.” The Soldier said.

“Oh? In that Direction? Where might this little Slave probably go?” Error started to glitch, he didn’t like how that Man talked. The Soldier was still between them.

“That is the Generals Business.” The Man grinned walking closer. Finally Error could see light blue almost pastel blue horns. The Soldier looked back to Error.

“Run in the Direction we went, just run until you come to a dark City.” Error nodded before bolting off. Without his Magic he wasn’t able to help the Soldier.

Error had no Idea how long or how far he ran, nor if he even still ran in the right direction. But all that was fast forgotten once something hit him and he crashed to the Ground. Feeling a hand on his Shoulder Blades made him almost crash.

“Where do you think you are going, little Slave?” The Man grinned. Error glitched out because of the sudden Touch.

“DoN’t ToUcH mE!” He screamed, as he felt the Mans Hand on his Pelvis Bone.

“Are you deaf, Shit Head?” A Voice rumbled with a deep growl.

The Man lifted his Head, only to see the Generals Brother and a taller Skeleton with Horns. There were four purple horns sprouting out of the others Head, his tail was spiked and sharp.

“Tse… Dirty Blood.” He hissed, the Skeleton was dressed in different purple colours. Error was glitching to hard to register what happened, the Mans Hand still on his Pelvic Bone. Croma raised his Fists before sprinting at the man.

Once his Fist connected with the Pure Blood Croma could feel his Cheek Bone giving out under the Power the taller Hybrid possessed. The Man was thrown off of the Destroyer. Error was still crashing, his reboot not working at all. Croma starred at the Man.

“Can i kill him?” Cobra looked down to Error, who was struggling with his crash, stuck in it.

“Yes.” Croma grinned, turning to the Man.

“Time to send you to sleep.” He grinned, walking up to the pure Blood in Pain. Cobra sighed, before walking up to the destroyer. They already informed Pulvis, who should arrive soon.

“Snake!” Pulvis ran up to him with a Bag in hand.

“Can you help?” Cobra asked, Pulvis looked down to the poor Destroyer.

“Let me check.” He said, kneeling down to the Crashing Skeleton.

Cobra watched him examine the Skeleton, while Croma came over, having the Soul of the dusted Dragon secured in case they would need it.

“How does it look, Cookie?” Pulvis sighed deeply.

“Not good. This is Error, he was part Time Member in my past Timeline.” Croma nodded.

“Yeah same for me, he came sometimes with us, sometimes not.” Cobra looked at them. Pulvis sighed.

“The thing is… his Magic is barely existent. I think someone blocked it off, before he fell into this AU.” Pulvis said. Cobra frowned.

“If it was before entering, there is little we can do… Even Arisa is bound to some Rules.” Croma sighed.

“What now? Taking him with us?” The Royal Guard nodded.

“For now, Pulvis has more instruments back at the Castle.” He picked the Destroyer up, he made terrible static noises, unable to return to a normal state.

They returned to the dark blue Castle and went immediately for the Medical Section. While Croma went to report to the two Leaders. Pulvis tried his best to help Error out and make him return to a normal state, but it only turned worse.

“Prognosis?” Cobra asked. Pulvis frowned.

“Not good, without much magic he can’t get out of his Crash.” The Hybrid said.

“That’s bad… we can’t leave him like this.” Kiros said, as he came into the Room. Pulvis nodded, his thorny Tip moving in annoyance.

“We could give him the Soul Croma kept… but his Body might not take it well.” Cobra thought about it.

“Let’s fetch Arisa.” Kiros nodded.

“On it.” He left quickly, while the errors got worse on the other Skeleton. They needed to make a fast decision for him, or he would dust because of the blocked magic and the Crash he went into.

Kiros had asked Millenia to come to the Infirmary, where Pulvis explained what was going on.

“His Magic is blocked?” Pulvis nodded.

“Yep, i tried to find the source but… there is only this weird Tattoo on his Ribcage.” Kiros blinked.

“Tattoo? I can’t remember that my Error ever had a Tattoo.” He said.

“Me neither… that’s why i said it’s weird.” Croma peeked inside.

“Hey… i brought the Sou…” He stopped dead.

“Cupcake, what’s wrong?” Kiros asked, after the tallest of them stopped suddenly.

“This is from Ink.” He said noticing the strange thing on Error’s Bones.

“So Ink blocked his Magic off?” Millenia asked.

“Is that even possible? They are both pretty much equal in power.” Pulvis looked at Croma.

“Far as i know, but who knows what he used to seal of his Magic.” The static noises suddenly got heavier, before it started to grow weaker. Pulvis checked him Immediately.

“Flower, we need to do something, any longer in this state and he will dust.” Pulvis urged them. Millenia nodded.

“Alright. I will suppress the Soul with my Song, to make it easier for him to absorb it without the Dragon taking over.” The others nodded.

“Hey. I have an Idea. Can we get Syo? Far as i know he would turn into Error at some Point so maybe Syo can help him later on?” Kiros suggested. Millenia nodded.

“Worth a Try at least, once he is stable and woke up we will ask Syo.” In the meantime, Pulvis tied Error to the Bed, it was Painful und Torture. Millenia started to Sing, while Croma got ready to give the Dragon Soul to the weak black boned Skeleton.

Fracture looked at the three Hybrids in front of him, before turning his eye light back to the Report they gave.

“How is he doing.” He asked, as Narish joined them in their Office. Kiros and Croma couldn’t say much about that, so Pulvis had to answer that.

“Thanks to our Guardian he could take the Soul well and has not fallen to the Dragon or dust.” Pulvis explained.

“The Errors have vanished around him, the static is still there but had eased up.” Narish read the report in the Meantime.

“Did he wake up?” Croma shook is skull.

“Not yet, his Transformation had finished though. It only should take a few hours until he wakes up.” Narish nodded.

“I see. From your report it was the only way.” Pulvis nodded.

“That or he would have dusted.” Fracture sighed.

“What about the Tattoo you found?” Kiros grumbled.

“It Vanished before the Soul even entered him. Guardian thinks that it maybe only had been a temporary blocking.” Narish tapped his table.

“So if not for one of those damn Order Dragons, he could have been fine?” Kiros nodded.

“Most likely, Boss~” Fracture was already pretty pissed.

“This Ink better never enters our AU.” He said.

“It’s the second time he threw someone in here.” Kiros grumbled.

“Second?” Narish nodded.

“Yes. Cross was thrown in by this Ink.” Fracture blinked.

“I’m not sure if he doesn’t have something to do with the others. Guardian said it is unusual for a Hatchling to find his way in another AU.” Pulvis said. Narish nodded.

“Exactly, Flower and i are already trying to connect it all.” Fracture was worried about that, if this Ink hat secretly his hands in a lot of Hybrids creation would be really troublesome.

Error finally found his senses again, but he felt weird.

“Greetings.” A voice resounded close to him. Error blinked, he… there was no Crash crawling in his Bones.

“My Name is Syo, how are you Feeling?” Error turned his eye lights to the source of the Voice.

“S…Sore.” Error blinked, his voice… it wasn’t glitchy anymore.

“So you notice some changes… We had to give you a Dragon Soul.” Error sat up immediately. He… was now a Hybrid?

“You get used to this new feeling.” Syo sat down next to his Bed.

“The others asked me if i would be willing to help you through this Adjusting, away from the Castle.” Syo said. Error recognised him. He was a Geno, changed into a Hybrid. From what Error knew of this one, he was almost at a point to change into Error.

“My head hurts.” Syo nodded.

“That’s normal. I’m rather impressed your Body isn’t sore.” Error looked at his Hands.

“The errors are gone… the glitchy Voice…” Syo nodded.

“Look at your Soul.” Error was a bit nervous but then called his soul. There was the inverted heart, he had long missed, because his Soul had only been a shard after he survived so many genocides, but there was also a strange dragon like symbol in it.

“This is the Dragon Part. You were already so weak so there is not any capsulation like some of the others have.” Error looked to the other.

“You said your name is Syo… Why?” The other smiled calmly at him.

“All of us Hybrids gave us a new name. It makes things easier to leave the past behind and start anew.” Error nodded.

“I see. Any suggestions?” Syo chuckled.

“Actually Yes… After all in the other Timelines i would turn into you, so you are one who dreams alone, which means Eriol” Error nodded he liked this idea.

Syo had taken him to his House down in the City, were Eriol could adjust and learn about his New Form, without to much People around him. Once he was comfortable enough, he went to see the leaders.

Narish looked at Eriol, Fracture smiled a bit, only Croma and Cobra were in the Room as Well.

“How did you Adjust so far?” Eriol was silent for a bit, before he actually talked.

“Good so far. Syo is taking his Time to explain and show me things.” He said. Fracture sighed in relief.

“That is good to hear. He also Told us that you named yourself Eriol.” The former Destroyer nodded.

“That is correct.” Croma watched him.

“But there is more to it that my visit alone.” He said. Narish looked down at him.

“What might that be then?” Eriol turned his yellow blue eye lights to Croma.

“I want to train, see what my abilities now are and get stronger.” Fracture looked to Narish.

“So you want to have Croma train with you?” Eriol nodded. Narish looked to the Royal Guard.

“Well, well, well. Croma train with him when ever you can.” Croma straightened his Posture.

“Yes, Sir!” Cobra nodded. He was to busy to Guard Millenia, once she would leave the Castle, so it was better to choose Croma. Not only was he a Hybrid but very strong as well. Eriol was relieved that they allowed him to train with the other Hybrid.

He had tested some of his abilities. Eriol was able to use his Strings again, but they had a new texture now, it seemed like Crystals were weaved in, making them Stronger. He wasn’t able to call his Blasters nor his Bone Attacks, so he was wondering what he could actually do.

After some more explaining and that he should think what he wanted to do in the Kingdom, Eriol went back to Syo’s house, the other was working in his Flower shop connected to the House.

“How did it go?” Syo asked as he saw Eriol enter.

“Good, they want me to think of what i want to do.” Syo nodded with a smile.

“Yep it’s easier to life here when you have something to do.”

Croma watched the Other, using his Strings to show him what he got.

“Yes that are Crystals in your threads. This is Common for Dragons even, half breeds or Hybrids like us.” Eriol nodded.

“But what do i do with them now?” Croma chuckled.

“Let’s test them out, can you craft something with it? like a wall or a Knife?” Eriol looked at him, why didn’t he thought of it? With his Strings he could craft everything. He made a Knife with his threads.

“Damn that was fast.” Croma said in surprise, seeing the Weapon already finished.

Croma got ready to test out how sturdy his strings were. Eriol watched as Croma slammed his Fists against the String Knife, but the Thing only bend a bit. Croma smiled, letting crystals and Jewels cover his Fist, seems like they made use of that to actually make stronger Combat. Croma attacked the Knife anew, but it only got a few Cracks.

“Seems like we found your Weapon.” Croma relaxed a bit.

“But… they break.” Croma chuckled.

“No they don’t only if you want them to break, test it out on that stone.” He said. Eriol blinked, before actually pulling out strings again. He pressed them against the stone, but neither did the Stone Break nor the Threads.

“OH!” The Royal guard chuckled.

“See. You can do a lot with that.” Eriol looked at his Threads. This opened a lot to him.

“Croma… I know what i want to do.” Croma looked at him.

“Want to talk with the Leaders about it?” Eriol grinned at him.

“Sure.” He talked to them both and they agreed to his Proposal, also to his ask for staying with Syo and not in the Castle.

#DarkMillenia #dragonhybrids #IsralTale #Error!Sans #Eriol

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cruelangelstheses · 4 years

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simple pleasures

fandom: fire emblem rating: G characters: chrom/f!robin, lucina, m!morgan words: 1k additional tags: canon compliant, fluff description: robin gets some much-needed rest. a/n: hi everyone!! this was written for the @feostzine on twitter, for the awakening song “shh... easy now, girl. i won’t hurt you” <3 this song always reminds me of those little moments of peace, so i thought i would write something around that. this was such a fun project to be a part of! i love chrobin a lot ..... Fambily....

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You need to rest, Chrom had told her when he found her pulling her third all-nighter in a row to brush up on her tactics. Please. If not for yourself, then for us. Running yourself ragged won’t do anyone any good.

So, despite her mind’s painful insistence that she has to spend every waking moment preparing to face Grima, Robin has begrudgingly taken her husband’s advice and spent most of the day catching up on sleep. Her first impulse when she finally wakes up is to get back to work—to train, to study, to do something—but all it takes for her to resist the urge is imagining the look on Chrom’s face when he finds her taking so little care of herself: the softness in his eyes, the creases of worry on his forehead. Her materials are scattered all over the tent, calling for her to peruse their contents for the thousandth time, so Robin forces herself to look away from them and heads outside where she isn’t surrounded by temptation.

Just on the outskirts of camp, the earth dips down into a meadow of summer wildflowers. Robin wanders over, admiring the vibrant green grass and the way the late afternoon sun has started to dip behind the nearby trees. The heat is almost oppressive underneath her dark, heavy coat, so she takes it off and lays it out on the ground like a picnic blanket, sighing in relief as the soft breeze hits the bare skin on her arms. Then she lies down on her coat and closes her eyes. The irony isn’t lost on her.

Only a few minutes pass before Robin hears a single pair of footsteps slowly growing louder as someone ambles toward her. The person stops and sits down next to her in the grass, their shadow darkening the view behind Robin’s eyelids.

“These were always some of my favorite flowers,” the person says—Lucina. Robin opens her eyes. Between her fingers, Lucina holds a freshly picked forget-me-not.

“I think that’s part of why I loved summer so much as a kid,” she continues, staring fondly at the little blue flower. “That’s when all my favorite flowers are in bloom.” She pulls a dandelion up from the ground. “I know they say dandelions are just weeds, but I’ve always really liked them, too.”

“They’re resilient,” Robin replies, folding her hands behind her head. “It’s like they can grow anywhere, from Ylisse to Plegia to Valm and beyond, in wide open fields or between cracks of rock. It’s admirable.”

Lucina chuckles and covers her mouth with her hand.

Robin raises an eyebrow. “What? Is something funny?”

Lucina shakes her head. “No, no. It’s just…you said the same thing to me when I was young.” She smiles warmly, and Robin’s heart swells, just a bit, at the thought that she was able to make her daughter beam like that, in this timeline or another.

For a few moments, they sit together in comfortable silence, Lucina gazing out over the field, Robin watching the clouds float by.

“Mother! Lucina! Look at this!”

Robin props herself up on her elbow as Morgan lopes down into the meadow, holding a long stick with a caterpillar hanging near the tip. Its body is leaf green, with a bunch of colorful knobs poking out of it and small black spikes growing out from each knob.

“His name’s Bartholomew. Isn’t he weird-looking?” Morgan says enthusiastically. “He’s harmless, though. I might try to keep him as a pet, at least until he finishes maturing. The moths these guys turn into are huge!”

Robin giggles as the caterpillar inches its fat little body toward the edge of the stick. “It’s so cute.”

Morgan lowers the stick until it’s just above Lucina. She opens her mouth to protest when the caterpillar drops directly on top of her head. Lucina scowls, and Morgan cackles. “He likes you!”

“He does not,” Lucina says.

Morgan picks up Bartholomew and places it back on the stick. “He likes his Auntie Lucie!” he crows as he prances away.

Lucina rolls her eyes. “Brothers,” she sighs, but she smiles again.

Robin lies back down on her coat and closes her eyes, listening to the rustle of grass as Lucina stands up and chases after Morgan. She can hear the faint hustle and bustle of camp, nearly hidden beneath the sounds of birds chirping and cicadas crying. For once, the war feels far away, like a dream whose details Robin forgets the moment she wakes up.

After about ten minutes of serenity, Robin hears someone walking toward her again, followed by a familiar laugh. “What is it with you and taking naps on the ground?”

“I’m not napping, Chrom,” Robin says. “I’m just…resting my eyes.”

Chrom snorts and sits down next to her. “A likely story. Anyway, I came to tell you that dinner’s ready.”

Robin opens her eyes and sits up, pulling her knees to her chest. Right at the edge of the horizon, the setting sun paints the sky in brilliant hues of orange, yellow, and pink, and Robin shields her eyes against its brightness.

“You look much more rested,” Chrom says.

Robin nods. “You were right. I knew you were right. It just feels…wrong, to rest when there’s a war going on.”

“I know that feeling all too well,” Chrom says, “but if we don’t take proper care of ourselves, we can’t fight. It’s not wrong to indulge in moments of joy or respite amidst the chaos.”

Robin lets out a contented sigh and rests her head on his shoulder. He’s right. She has to believe that he’s right.

Robin is used to thinking about the future. She has no past to remember, and the present is too fragile—at least, that’s what she thought—but perhaps their fragility is what makes them beautiful, these fleeting moments of peace. Perhaps that’s what makes them valuable. Perhaps that’s what makes them worth fighting for.

#fe13 #chrobin #fire emblem awakening #robin #chrom #lucina #morgan #my fics

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lesbianmonsterlover · 5 years

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Female Werewolf x Female Reader (part 1)(SFW)

Hey, so, basically this was in my head and I had it get it out. When I made it to page six with no end in sight, but at a good stopping point for now, I wanted to get out a post. So I guess this is going to be a two-parter!

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Your walk home from work always consisted of a trek through a dark alley between the back of two restaurants. Most people were scared of the thought of walking down such a street at that hour of the night, but you knew that the presence of security cameras behind the two establishments meant that no one was dumb enough to stake out there in hopes of catching someone unawares. You so rarely encountered anyone or anything else in that stretch of your walk - save for the occasional worker coming out the backdoor of their place of work with the trash - that when you began seeing the same battered looking dog regarding you warily night after night you started bringing it treats.

The first time you stopped it was because you were carrying home some leftovers from a work lunch, your team had gone to a steakhouse and you couldn’t finish your strip steak, so you took it home to maybe have for dinner or over a salad for lunch tomorrow. The thought went through your mind, though, as you approached the alley to maybe offer the meat to the sweet, sad looking pup. Well, pup was probably the wrong term, but aren’t all dogs puppies really? The creature was huge, you’d have guessed nearly waist height while standing on all fours, and a pure midnight black with one startlingly clear crystal blue eye. They’d always eye you warily as you walked through the alley, although they never once raised a hackle or a growl your way even when you’d coo hello on your way past.

Before you can stop yourself you pull the little cardboard takeout box of steak out of your bag and pop open the lid, revealing half of a steak sliced into strips laid out along with some of those roasted potatoes. You double checked to make sure nothing had any garlic (bad for a pupper’s stomach) and after being sure this was all safe for the big dog you walked into the alley intent on offering it to them.

The huge canine was curled up in a ball where they usually were, deep in the shadows of a little alcove set into the building where their fire hookup was. “Hey gorgeous.” You croon down at the dog, but instead of continuing your walk, for the first time ever you squat lightly in front of the big creature and give it a tentative, closed mouth smile. “My eyes were bigger than my stomach at lunch I guess, and I think you’d enjoy this more than I would tonight.” You set the cardboard takeout box down, open, on the ground and shuffle it towards the dog, who meanwhile had perked up and began regarding you with a sort of aloof wariness. You just sit there, looking happily and quietly at the dog as it sniffed first at the cardboard box and then at its contents before picking up a piece of steak and snapping it into their mouth with a satisfied rumble. Content that the dog is happy and eating you stand and coo out a goodbye to the beautiful creature who doesn’t even look twice at you as you walk back home. You’re maybe a little sad that you won’t have your leftovers tonight, but you happily pop in some of your frozen lasagna and can’t find it in you anywhere to regret feeding that dog.

You had more than enough padding in your income, considering you’re single and don’t really do a whole lot other than work and hang out at home watching Netflix and partaking in your hobbies, that you didn’t think twice about starting to bring a little something for the dog every day. Maybe you’d earn its trust, and you could bring them home! And be friends! You’d wanted a dog for a while, a furry cuddler who would want to hang out half on your lap while you pet its fluffy ears, but also a dog who would help make sure you get out of the house a few times a day and actually walk, do something. The next day you stop in to the diner around the corner from your office to get a side of bacon, presenting it to the confused but happy dog with another smile. You sit a little longer, talking lightly about your day and how excited you were to see them that evening. “You know, seeing you is starting to be the best part of my day. So I thought maybe I’d bring you some treats to let you know I appreciate it.” You give another sweet, closed lip smile to the dog before standing and continuing on home. You really, really want to pet the dog. Their ears looked so soft! But you didn’t want to invade their personal space, especially as a stray. You didn’t want to get your hand bitten off, of course, but you also wanted to make sure that the dog continued to trust you.

You brought something every day after work, five days a week. The dog still didn’t let you touch them, but you started to notice them perking up before you came into the alley, and their tail had even started to thump a little against the ground when they sighted you. You were three months into this arrangement when you were fired. You knew why, you had denied the advances of a superior and they began making your life a living hell at work, writing you up over every infraction. You were consulting with a lawyer but that didn’t stop it from scaring you. You had to get your resume in order now and start a job search, could you use this place as a reference? Probably not, well shit. You’re empty handed today, and this time instead of squatting you kneel down heavily on the pavement in front of the dog. You give them a sad smile. “Sorry sweetheart, I’m empty handed today. I know, I’m disappointing you, I’m sorry. I got fired today, so money’s gonna be a little tight, and I don’t think I’m going to have an excuse to walk through this neighborhood anymore.”

You’re crying now, fat tears running down your cheeks, and before you can lift a hand to wipe them away the dog licks one off of your cheek and whines at you. “I’m gonna miss you sweetheart, I wish you’d come with me.” With a shaking hand you hesitantly stroke up the dog’s neck and over the top of their head. They let out a chuff that sounds like a resigned sigh before licking over your cheek again and pressing their cold nose into your neck. It makes you giggle and scratch behind their ears. When you eventually stand after calming down the dog also stands up. It’s missing one foreleg, something you never noticed, although it doesn’t seem to impede their movement in the least. You were right to think they were huge too, their back reaching up to the bottom of your rib cage. You aren’t sure what to expect, you’re hoping they’ll follow you home you guess, but instead of doing that they just stand there watching you as you walk away. You pause at the end of the alley and glance back, waiting a beat to see if they’ll join you. When they don’t you deflate a little but continue your walk back to your little one story house.

It’s in a neighborhood that isn’t great, but you’re quiet and keep to yourself and keep your head down. People leave you alone, you don’t get in anyone’s business, and everyone’s happy. You have a little yard surrounded by a short brick fence with an old wrought iron gate. The gate had been in terrible condition when you bought the house, but a little elbow grease and some fresh paint had it looking good as new. The whole house was a little dingy looking, but homey and put together. The tiny front yard was full to bursting with flowers and plants, other than a little concrete path from the road to the front door. The inside is cozy, thrifted furniture and handmade decorations. You may not be rich, but you live quite happily within your means with enough leftover for some of your wants.

You take the weekend to wallow. You drink wine and eat ice cream and cry, binge watching shows and lying on the couch. When you wake up on Monday though you feel a little better if slightly hungover, and you spend the day going over your resume and figuring out how to go about your job search. When evening comes you’re interrupted by a sound out your back door that’s unfamiliar to you. It’s almost like a knock, but not quite, and it’s followed by a thud and whine.

The being standing at your backdoor, under the flickering warm light above the entryway, is huge. Towering over you is a pitch black void of light standing on two powerful hind legs, holding a man in a ski mask up by his throat while he hangs limply from its clawed grip. The creature is missing an arm and one of its eyes, and after a beat you recognize that whatever this thing is...it’s also the dog from behind the restaurant. You faint.

When you wake up you’re back on your couch, and as you blink up at the ceiling you recall your weird dream from earlier where the dog from the restaurant alley was standing outside your house. But it wasn’t the dog, it was a werewolf. Or it looked like a werewolf. You chuckle to yourself before turning onto your side and promptly startling off the couch at the sight in front of you.

The creature from what you were sure is a dream is sitting back on its haunches like a large dog, staring at you from its one intelligent blue eye. It’s impossibly big, even sitting you think their head would reach the middle of your chest. “Holy shit!” You pop up from behind your coffee table to see the big creature cowering slightly and looking at you with their ears pinned back.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” The rough voice of the creature hits your ears and you’re startled back into silent contemplation. Okay, so, it can talk. “Figured since you took care’a me, I’d keep watch over ya. Found some guy sniffin’ ‘round your place so I took care of ‘im.”

“Thank you.” Your reply is a little quiet, and you’re staring slack-jawed at a creature that really, truly isn’t supposed to exist. They huff out something that sounds like a laugh, although there’s a sort of self deprecating edge to it that you don’t like.

“Yeah, this’s why I didn’t take ‘ya up on yer offer.” They grimace, frowning as best as they can with their muzzle and sinking into themselves to make themselves smaller. Immediately you try to perk up and break out of whatever your trance is.

“No, no! Please, don’t leave, I’m just surprised. I didn’t think...I mean, I thought you were just a big...dog? Obviously you’re not! But I mean, you can’t blame me for being surprised can you? Up until a few minutes ago werewolves were a fictional concept for me.” They look a little sheepish at that, but settle down onto the rug in your living room and look at you curiously.

“Keep fergettin’ humans ain’t connected with the super-nat’ral world no more really.” They pin you with that icy blue gaze. “You can feel our connection though, can’tcha?” Your heart is racing, thrumming in your throat as you listen to the implication in that voice. It’s true you’d felt drawn to that dog, but your heart always broke for poor strays out in the world. You didn’t think it was any different to the feeling you’d get for any dog you saw regularly enough to get to know. But sitting in front of you in this form there’s something about the pull that’s a little bit deeper, more intense. “Can hear yer heart racing, pretty ‘lil rabbit. Y’know, yer the reason I’m in this town in’the first place.” You give a confused look and they chuckle raspily. “S’the connection, ‘lil rabbit, we know to look for it when we start to feel it. Was jes’ passin’ through to get back ta my pack, but I couldn’t leave without my mate.”

“M-Mate?” You can only ask that question in a small, soft voice as they chuckle at you again, languidly flowing up and stalking around the coffee table to tower over you from where you’re still sitting on the floor. Their cold nose on your pulse point makes you shriek, but you bare your neck up rather submissively instead of pull away.

“I was serprised too ‘lil rabbit, human mates’re rare shit. ‘Specially for animals like me.” They inhale deeply at your neck before licking up the column of your throat to your jaw. “‘M a lucky woman, my ‘lil mate is cute as shit, ‘n you smell so fucking good.” Your answering whimper prompts another low growl from her chest, and her jaw locks around your throat just enough to leave the imprint of her teeth on your neck. When she sits back on her haunches and towers over you again her eye is sparking heat as she gazes at you. “Was tryin’ ta figger out how ‘ta meetcha all natural like, but then ya stopped comin’ round ‘n tonight happened an’ I had’ta protect ya, rabbit, and when ya saw me and ya fainted I panicked.”

Your laugh is loud and powerful, and you startle the werewolf into silence as she word vomits out at you. Before she can look too upset though you lean forward and hug her, resting your head on her chest. Her hand are is more like a human hand than a paw, although each finger is still tipped with harsh claws that make you shiver as they rake through your hair to scratch your scalp pleasantly. You nuzzle your face into the fluffy fur of her chest, pleased to feel the give of small breasts beneath the dark fuzz. Your content sigh has her let out a low rumble, laving her tongue across your ear in an affectionate swipe.

“Well, I think you did just fine. Protected me from a burglar and everything. Thank you for that, by the way.” You smile up at her, cupping her jaw with one hand as you tug her down to your level in order to place a chase human kiss on her snout. She lets out a content little whine that makes you giggle, and settles her big head in your lap so you can card your fingers through her fur around her ears and down the back of her skull. “What’s my mate’s name?”

Her tail thumps wildly against the floor for a moment as she stares up from your lap with her eye wide and sparkling. “Kara, ‘lil rabbit. An’ don’t go ‘round callin’ me yer mate if you aren’t gonna accept the claim, sweets.” Her growl has a low, seductive timbre to it in the end, and you swallow thickly before nodding. “Already in dangerous territory rabbit, betcha didn’t know all’a those times ya fed me was you courtin’ me.” Her smile is appropriately wolfish. “Now how ‘bout your name?” You stumble over introducing yourself, and the way Kara purrs your name back to you makes your insides flip pleasantly.

“If I...I mean, if I were to accept the claim, what would that mean? Remember, I’m a human, I’m kinda ignorant about all of this.” You continue petting over her skull as she settles back into your lap, humming thoughtfully, her one arm moving to encircle you slightly, toying with the hem of your shirt where it lays against the floor at your hip.

“Means yer mine, forever. Kinda like marriage, but no divorce, not like yer gonna wanna leave me anyway rabbit.” She gives you a one-eyed wink that still manages to make you blush. “Means I take care’a ya, keep ya fed, housed, protected, warm, satisfied.” The way she gazes up at you with promise at the last word makes you swallow thickly, trying not to shift your hips at the implication. “Bring ya into my pack, you’d be parta the family. I gotta ‘lil cabin out in the woods, most’ve us do since they mostly spend time in a human form, but it’s a place’a my own. Feels awful lonely without my mate.”

The two of you talk through the night, and fall asleep together in a pile on your living room floor. Her story breaks your heart. She wasn’t born into the pack she’s currently a part of. Her original family couldn’t believe that their daughter had inherited their dominant gene while their son preferred to be much more passive. But her parents took advantage of her need to be accepted and love, and forced her to spend so much time shifted that she gradually forgot how to shift back. Her human form had been lost to her since she was a child, and while her new packmates were working on it - that’s actually the reason she’d been passing through your city in the first place, to visit a physician who was sympathetic to werewolves, and who thought they might be able to help her reclaim her human form and therefore some semblance of normalcy and a place in broader society.

You’re surprisingly comfortable when you wake for someone who slept on the ground, but when you come to full consciousness you to find yourself draped fully over the big fuzzy woman you realize why. You didn’t really sleep on the ground, you slept on a big fluffy cushion in effect. You want to accept the claim. It’s not like you had anything tying you here any longer. Your family wasn’t here, your job was gone, you can lighten up your load, break the lease, and just...go with this. This is the adventure you used to spend nights wishing for, really. Less “knight-in-shining-armor” and more “fuzzy-mercenary-who-would-kill-for-you” but still, someone who said they were destined for you, swept you off your feet and made you feel special, beautiful, perfect just as you are.

“Thinkin’ hard there, rabbit.” You squeak a little and jump as you’re broken out of your thoughts by the rough sleepy voice of Kara. She chuckles at your reaction and then laughs when you pout up at her in return. “Oh no, not that look rabbit, ‘s too cute.” She nuzzles into the crown of your head, still chuckling. Rubbing her scent all over you and yours on her in return.

“Well, if you have to ask, I was thinking about the fact that I want to accept your claim.” That stills the woman beneath you, and you let you a little shriek when she abruptly sits up, taking you with her until you’re sitting astride her lap as she gazes down at you, your face caged in her big hand.

“What did’ja say?” Her voice is hushed and almost reverent, her thumb stroking over your cheek with an impressive amount of gentleness. You smile up at her and place your hand over hers on your cheek, your eyes sparkling happily.

“I said I want to accept your claim, Kara. I feel it too, and the thought of staying in this shitty city without you here with me causes me physical pain. Wherever you go, I want to go with you.” She growls pressing her muzzle to your lips and pushing her tongue into your mouth in one swift motion. She hums at your taste, angling your head to her liking so she can take her time mapping out all of the spots that make you writhe against her. When she pulls away, panting heavily, you can see her one pupil is blown with arousal.

“Not here, rabbit, when I claim ya it’s gonna be in my house on my bed so we can make it all ours.”

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Movie Night

Pairing: contains Tyler x Finian, Kal x Auri, and Scarlett x Cat x Zila

Request: @blossomtheterror asked “ Aurora rising - the squad has a LoTR marathon and Kal finally learns who Legolas is. ”

Warnings: a couple of bits of suggestive conversation, I think someone might swear? big-ass spider and mentions of fictional violence

A/N: Does what it says on the tin, the squad have a movie night. god i really loved writing this one and it gave me an excuse to rewatch lotr as well. it’s more of a general thing with just like a few moments of ship related content and I really need to do more of this casual found family bonding stuff because it’s great!

Word Count: 1944

"So you're telling me none of you have watched Lord of the Rings?" Auri was horrified.

"Tyler and I have," Scarlett offered. "I don't remember much of it though."

"This is unacceptable. We're watching them all tonight, I can't be around people who haven't seen them for another day."

"Technically tonight we're meant to…" Auri's hard look cut off whatever Tyler was going to say. "...We can reschedule I guess."

"Good. Kal and I will go find snacks and meet you in the common room at 5."

"So early?" Kal asked.

"We've got 9 hours of movie to get through so yes."

"Alright, see you guys in a couple of hours."

At exactly 5 the squad converged on the common room. Scarlett arrived early and managed to nab the big screen with the comfiest couches, quite possibly through a little persuasion if the awestruck look on the faces of a group of guys across the room was anything to go by. She grinned as everyone filed in and got comfortable, Cat coming to sit on one side of her and grumpily leaning her head on Scarlett’s shoulder.

Kal and Auri claimed the second couch, curling up together only slightly uncomfortably. It was still new to them and they weren’t sure how to navigate everything but they were cute. Everyone thought so. That left Tyler and Fin with the pile of pillows and blankets dumped on the floor in front of Scarlett’s couch. The boys pouted at Scarlett but she wouldn’t be swayed and eventually they flopped down onto the floor. Scarlett prodded her brother’s head with a foot and giggled when he swatted it away, grumbling under his breath.

The lights dimmed and sound blared, causing them all to wince as Zila frantically turned down the volume and offered a quick apology before crossing the space to curl up on the couch, half in Scarlett’s lap. She stole a blanket on her way over to the protests of the boys on the floor. Scarlett quickly silenced them both with light kicks and a glare when they turned around, her face softening when Zila finally settled against her and Cat curled in closer to fit under the blanket as well. Tyler rolled his eyes but didn’t complain further and settled down with Finian tucked under his arm.

With everyone finally settled comfortably, Zila pressed play and Auri shushed everyone loudly as the first whispers of Cate Blanchet’s ethereal voice started. She didn’t even follow her own command though and eagerly narrated and explained everything to Kal in excited whispers. No one really had it in them to complain though. That or they worried Kal might rip out their tongues if they said a word against her.

Kal barely even watched the film, far too entranced by Auri, the passion in her voice, the glint in her eyes. He got the gist of it from her rambling anyway. Auri pointed frantically after about an hour and a half and Kal finally forced his eyes away from her and towards the screen in time to see a tall man with long, blond hair and pointed ears appear.

“That’s Legolas!” She proclaimed gleefully and Kal had to admit after a while of watching him, he could see why Aurora had made a link between them.

“You never told us you were an actor, Kal,” Finian said in mock offence.

“I can’t believe I’ve kissed a celebrity!” Tyler pretended to swoon and Kal felt his ears redden at the reminder of that time in the server room.

“What!?” Everyone’s attention turned from the movie to the boys and Finian scowled at his boyfriend.

“You kissed Kal!?”

“Fin-” Tyler suddenly regretted dropping that on them all in that manner.

“And you didn’t invite me!? Maker, you think you know a guy...”

“Wait,” Scarlett piped up. “When did this happen?” She shoved him with her foot. “And why didn’t you tell me!?”

“On the Worldship. A tech was about to catch us in the server room and it was the first thing I could think of to stop our cover being blown.”

“I can assure you,” Kal looked between Auri and Fin to try and reassure them, “it meant nothing.”

Tyler gasped. “But baaabe,” he said, just managing to maintain a hurt pout through the bubble of laughter that threatened to escape him.

“So if I invited you-”

“Do not finish that question,” Tyler, Kal, and Auri all practically yelled in sync.

“Alright, fiiine. I guess I’ll just stick with Tyler.” Said boy pretended to look hurt but he knew better than to take what Fin said seriously. The devilish Batraskan grin aimed his way and the quick kiss he received only confirmed it.

“Okay, can you all shut up and watch the movie now?” Cat grumbled, the sound less threatening and quieter than normal with her face pressed into the crook of Scarlett’s neck. Still, they did as asked and focused back on the movie.

‘You have my sword. And my bow. And my axe.’

“And my freaky mind powers,” Auri continued with a grin

“And my wrench.”

“And my awesome pilot skills.”

“And my disruptor pistol,” Zila added, quite to the surprise of everyone.

“And my leadership skills.”

“And my powers of persuasion.”

“And his...well...him,” Auri said, gesturing to Kal. Everyone was starting to really get into the film and she was ecstatic. They all broke down laughing at their own ridiculousness and missed the Fellowship head off. Half an hour later there was yelling and popcorn was thrown at the screen.

“They did not just kill off Gandalf!” Cat exclaimed, royally pissed off and enjoying the film far more than she’d planned to. Maybe she was a bit more inclined to give the film a chance than usual since Scarlett seemed to be enjoying it so much. Scratch that, she was absolutely more inclined to give the film a chance because of that. Although, she knew she’d enjoy it anyway but it’s not like she could admit that to the others. Anyway she was not happy that the old wizard was gone now. Auri had to bite her tongue to avoid ruining anything for her and the others.

The film finally ended and everyone was mildly shocked. They had no idea Boromir was going to die. Auri and Fin were the only ones seemingly unaffected.

“You know, if I was trying to protect a bunch of Hobbits, I would simply not get shot in the chest three times. RIP to Boromir but I’m different.” Auri could barely contain her giggles as the rest of the squad scowled at Fin and Tyler shoved him gently. His death was too fresh for them it would seem.

“Alright get the next one on,” Cat demanded, unwilling to move and do it herself. Zila slipped off Scarlett’s lap instead and sorted out the next film. Disgust was voiced when Grima was introduced. Cheers erupted when Gandalf finally returned. And the squad discovered both the Jones twins had a knack for impersonating Gollum. Fin most definitely did not appreciate this particular talent, especially when, without warning, Tyler whispered an eerily accurate my precious directly in his ear. He nearly jumped out of his skin, fortunately managing to hold back a scream which at least slightly lessened his embarrassment.

“You’re going to pay for that golden boy.” He glared down at Tyler who was clutching his stomach while his body shook with laughter. Something disgustingly soft formed in Finian’s chest at the sight of Tyler so carefree and relaxed though.

“Worth it,” he wheezed. He managed to calm himself enough to grab Fin’s hand and tug him back down into his arms, still giggling softly into the older boy’s hair.

“You won’t be so pleased about that later,” Fin grumbled and Scarlett couldn’t help laughing.

“Looks like someone’s not getting any tonight. Bad luck baby brother.”

“Will you all shut up? I’m trying to watch sentient trees kick ass,” Cat complained.

“They’re called Ents,” Auri corrected absentmindedly but Cat just waved her hand dismissively.

By the end of The Two Towers Zila had fallen asleep in Scarlett’s arms and the rest of them were on the way to it. Auri crawled out of her comfortable spot curled into Kal’s side and put the last movie on.

Too tired now, the squad kept the comments to a minimum this time. Auri and - surprisingly - Cat shuddered when Gollum led the hobbits into Shelob’s lair and Cat actually hid her face in Scarlett’s shoulder. A comment about that was on the tip of several tongues but they all thought better of it. Cat would certainly kill them if they dared mention it.

Despite enjoying the film, probably more than everyone except Auri, Cat fell asleep soon after Sam escaped from the Orcs with Frodo and then Scarlett’s attention was no longer on the film. Technically she’d seen it anyway so it didn’t matter. She’d much rather enjoy the rare quiet contentment from a sleeping Cat and Zila than watch a movie. About 20 minutes later, she too fell asleep.

“Wait. There’s ghosts in this?” Kal questioned when Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas met the army of the dead.

“Yep,” Auri said through a yawn. “It’s long and complicated but they’ll explain in a minute.”

“But ghosts…”

“Shut up Legolas,” she groaned lovingly. “Just wait. They’re very useful.” She fell asleep before their use could be revealed though and Kal cared more about gazing lovingly at her than the movie. No one made it to the end. Tyler and Kal got close but in the dark and the quiet even they couldn’t keep their eyes open any longer.

In the morning, groggy and awoken by other Legionnaires coming in, Auri insisted they rewatch the end. Tears were shed. Even Cat and Finian were caught crying silently by the Jones twins.

“So, did you like it?” Auri asked when the screen finally faded to black. They all did.

“It was very enjoyable,” Kal admitted. “I...can understand why you call me Legolas now.”

“Do I get to keep doing it?”

“I think you would with or without my permission,” Kal smirked as Auri conceded that she probably would. “But I do not mind the nickname.”

“Good.” She kissed his cheek before taking his hand and standing up. “Now take me to breakfast, Legolas.”

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”

“Almost definitely.” And then she dragged him from the room. Zila and Cat tugged Scarlett up as well and followed them out.

“You want breakfast?” Tyler asked Fin who was still laying on him.

“Depends. Are you on the menu.” He said it around a yawn and there was little of his usual teasing in it. Tyler just laughed. He leaned in closer and whispered in Fin’s ear with his best gollum impersonation again.

“Anything for you, my precious.” Fin lept up with a screech and Tyler was losing it again.

“I told you not to do that again.”

“Your face,” Tyler wheezed. “It’s still worth it.”

“You’re sleeping on your own tonight,” Finian grumbled.

“Oh come on.” Tyler stood and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend as they both left to catch up with the rest of the squad. He pulled out the smeagol voice he was also rather proud of. “It’s just a bit of fun, precious.”

Finian jabbed an elbow into his side. “I should never have let Auri talk us into watching that. She’s created a monster.”

“Don’t be mad, precious.”

“No. No. No. No. No.” Finian squirmed out of Tyler’s grasp and ran, Tyler’s laughter following him all the way down the hall.

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