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ruiniel · 6 months

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Hey ho! Love you blog and writing so much!!! I wish I could write as well as you. They way you write Alucard is just magic ✨

I saw that you had asks open for Alucard and if it’s not too late I had a suggestion, maybe there’s one you might like?

Lisa never dies AU Alucard x Fem Human who’s come to study under Lisa. She’s already betrothed and there’s a lot of moral conflict on Adrian’s side as to whether he should confess to her. Reader is clueless but suffering as she feels her love for Alucard is unrequited. Could be smutty if you feel like it?

You're kind, we all have our interpretations, glad you enjoy mine enough to send an ask! Tried to incorporate most of what you wrote. Will be a longer one, here's what I have for Part I. Next part will have an Alucard POV.

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Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Pairing: Alucard x fem!reader

Rating: T

Count: 2k

Tags & Warnings: Mutual pining, Romantic angst, Unresolved emotional tension, Second Person POV, Two people running from their feelings like their lives depend on it, for Reasons

I. Status quo

“Not yet. Wait five minutes longer.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you stammer, placing the beaker back in its place. The laboratory is silent today, with only you and Lisa and the clink of glass and hiss of flame. You’re working together, aiding the head physician of Belmont in an experiment she sustains will bring forth a new type of medicine that might revolutionize the treatment of infection.

Lisa smiles, always patient, and you feel all the more clumsy, and in all honesty rather useless.

Your mind’s just not in it today, and the reasons? Well.

There is no reason, there shouldn’t be. You’re content. You have someone by your side, to spend a life together. Your fleeting life, the thought beckons.

You bury down the thought of his voice, the patience he poured into teaching you the basics before his mother took you under her wing. It matters little now. You’ll pass this apprenticeship and you’ll always find work, in any place, away from the agony that takes hold whenever you meet his eyes lately.

“Are you all right?” your tutor asks, and you shake your head, annoyed at yourself.

“Yes, I...”

“Drifted away, I know what that’s like all too well,” Lisa adds with a smile, her attention back to her working table. “After all, we’re only human, aren’t we?”

“Yes...” Only human.

How stupid is it to think he would ever look at you that way? Your friendship at least endures, and he does not know.

“Mother?”

You bite the inside of your cheek at the voice, listening to the footsteps drawing near, the tread you’d recognize anywhere.

“My dear?” Lisa asks.

Adrian pauses somewhere between your working stations. “I need a gauze and disinfectant. Sara fell during one of their usual games by the river and now sports a gash the size of Belmont’s ego.”

“Of course,” she turns to you. “Darling please will you show Adrian where we moved the supplies?”

You freeze, still with your back turned, wanting to appear busy. The dome is silent again, and the faraway laughter of children can be heard through the open windows.

He doesn’t say your name, merely waits as you face him, slowly. You’ve seen less and less of him in the past month, and you yearn to look. I have someone. Someone worthy. This would never work, him and I, even if he did... “This way,” you say, your manner betraying nothing as you disappear among the many stacked shelves of the laboratory storage area. You’ve had plenty of practice in that respect, after all.

You find the section hosting the necessary items and reach for the sliding stairs nearby while Adrian busies himself momentarily with an open tome lying on one of the tables.

“What are you doing?” comes the softly spoken question.

“I’m... retrieving what you asked for?” If there’s irritation in your tone, you can’t be bothered to hide it.

“That wasn’t necessary. After all, I could get them myself, without the use of—”

“Yes, I know, but now I’m already up here,” you say while struggling to reach for a roll of bandages.

“Careful!” Adrian warns, but your boot’s already slipped on the well-worn wood and for a second you feel the relentless pull of gravity, and your fall.

Next you know—

You’re held none-too-gently against Adrian, the grasp of his hold crushing your ribcage as you try to breathe. Without realizing you’re clutching at the folds of his loose cotton shirt, knuckles pressed into the bare skin below his collarbone.

You dare not meet his eyes, struggling even as he places you on your feet, your heart a mess.

“I told you I can get them myself,” he says with due exasperation. His back is already turned, and he pushes the stairs aside, rising to the intended spot.

You open your mouth to speak but can think of nothing to say that would be in any way useful. You should thank him, but decide against lingering. He seems to be in a strange mood today—better to retreat and so you do, finding your way back to the other side where his mother is still noting down proportions. Stiffly you walk, fingers curling against the imprint of familiar warmth at their tips.

You wish it could be like before, between the two of you. Why does it feel like treason each time you meet his eyes, choking on your emotions like rags being forced down your throat?

I shouldn’t be wasting time on this.

And so you try to follow suit, heeding that sensible thought and smiling at Lisa as you reach her.

Two weeks prior

Your legs dangle in the air as you sit on the stony battlement with your gaze cast towards the forest beyond, sunken in thought. This is a time of celebration, but the reminder only makes you quirk your mouth tiredly and with some amount of distaste. It is a chilly night, made colder by the harsh winds reaching from the West. You’d forgotten to take your cloak, and now hug yourself to warm your prickling skin. Below, the townsfolk are steeped in song, drink, and merriment.

You sigh. At least there is peace to be had up here. You’d left needing solitude, and so disappeared from the eyesight of any who might wonder. As luck has it, your friends, trapped in their own wiles and enjoyment, had scarcely noticed your departure. Things were already animated in the groves surrounding the village, and voices raised in joyous song dimly reach you from afar. Even Adrian had been indulging in the fragrant honey wine offered for the occasion, despite his otherwise restrained manner.

You frown. Yes, Adrian. Your friend, your dearest friend, with his sunset gaze aglow from the bonfires, cast on you like melting gold, and burning just as much.

You wonder at these rather trying new thoughts, and why in recent years such things come to your notice as they had not in the past. He always held to himself and seems utterly disinterested in matters of the heart. Tonight, however, he’d been no less than gallant and, from what you could tell, eagerly inclined towards conversation.

You bring your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them, lost in the shy moon rays peeking from torn clouds streaking the sky. You don’t know how much time had passed, and late realize someone approaches. You don’t turn to see who it is, not until you hear a shift of material, and breathe the scent you know too well.

Adrian fluidly sits down by your side, leaning back with his palms propped against the stone.

Your heartbeat is ruthless, but still you do not turn. He’s so near you feel a few gilded strands touch your cheek as the winds blow them in this direction and that.

He follows the sight of that same moon, now layering a silvery grin over castle and forest. “I’ve never known one to flee a festivity so early.”

You snort. “Some of us tire faster.” Odd, you’d been joyful indeed and eager as the day began, and now a ragged mood confuses you more than anything.

When you should be happy.

You feel warmth, and realize Adrian’s undone his coat, placing it around your shoulders, over your hunched form.

You don’t move, do nothing to fasten the material around yourself, either. It has something of him warming you from head to toe. What you fail to place is the sweet ache as you drink in his scent, nearly sighing aloud. “What are you doing here?”

Adrian looks your way, an eyebrow raised. “You disappeared. I wanted to see that you were well.”

“But how did you know it was me?” You don’t usually come here, and had deliberately avoided any of the places he knows you frequent.

Adrian stares long at the moonlit sky. “I would know you anywhere.” His voice holds that same unflinching honesty, a simple truth for him.

Rather dizzy, your words still come bitten at the edges. “I’m fine. Of course. Now I believe your curiosity is satisfied?”

A gentle hand is placed on your arm, but immediately withdrawn. Somehow, the gesture angers you. It shouldn’t.

“...what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” you stare away, into the black horizon. “Why would anything be wrong?”

Adrian says nothing, and a part of you hopes he’d leave you to your misery. The other hopes he doesn’t.

“You’ve always been a terrible liar,” he tilts his head to look at you.

You grumble something unintelligible.

“That is good to know,” he teases, while reaching inside his tunic to retrieve an object. “This, also, was part of the reason I was searching for you.”

Now you truly wish he would go, but you cannot see your days without him for a while now, and worry over what Adrian would think if he knew.

“Will you sulk or look?”

Annoyed, you set your gaze on his palm; your eyes go wide. “What... is this?”

Adrian holds the pendant up for you to see better. “A gift, for the sulky one. Did you think I’d forgotten today was your birthday?”

You stare at the piece, shining with a light of its own. The chain is so slight one could barely tell it was there, and a small, round pendant of iridescent moonstone glows against his pale hand.

“You mean, for...” Words fail as your eyes meet his. His smile is small and sweet, and you wonder what it would taste like before hot tingles creep up your neck, reaching all the way to your cheeks. “Thank you, this is... this is kind. You know I don’t…”

“May I?”

You catch his meaning and so turn with your back to him, his coat falling from your shoulders, looking down to see the stone nestled in the hollow of your neck. You bite on the inside of your lip when his fingers touch your skin to fasten the pendant and when you turn to face him again, a smile beyond your will pulls at your lips. “I… it’s beautiful. Thank… you.”

His hands are curled in his lap as Adrian breaks your gaze. He shakes his head. “Listen, I—”

No. You can’t, you can’t hear whatever other pleasantries he has to say. What is this? Why is he doing this now, kindly gestures like crumbs to feed the thing within you that suddenly is ravening, yearning for something that frightens you, that you’ve finally set to rest?

“Adrian.”

He looks at you then, and you stare at each other for so long you don’t even know when you’d begun to shiver with the cold again.

“Yes?”

“As of next week, I am betrothed. To Matei.”

He is still watching you, not a line changing on his face. “That is wonderful. Matei, is it?” A pondering smile. “I’ve seen the two of you together often, but did not want to presume.” Silence falls between you. The smile is frozen on his face. “Where is he, though?”

There used to be a time when there were no secrets, no strangeness. You look down, touching the gem at the base of your neck. “Still not returned from Brașov.” A change of topic is in order, though you know Adrian has never been one to pry, and so would not ask more.

Yes, Matei is a good man. He’s kind and honorable, and has a knack for making one forget their woes. It’s a good decision. It has to be. “It feels right,” you murmur anyway. Then why does this hurt?

“Are you happy?” Adrian asks, rising and leaning on the stone edge with his elbows. The question is soft, but his voice lacks the warmth from earlier—maybe it’s your imagination.

A stray cloud mists over the moon, and the night grows darker around you. “It feels right,” you repeat stupidly, suddenly needing to be away as you rise from your place. “I should go inside, it’s gotten so much colder…” You drop his coat. “Again, I thank you for your gift.”

Adrian does not move from his place, his loose hair shielding his expression. “It was gladly given. And—congratulations.”

You nod in thanks though he does not see it, wait for a moment longer. He sketches nothing, having fallen into a reverie it seems, and everyone has the right to solitude. “Good night, Adrian,” you turn on your heel and walk briskly to reach the door, not looking back.

Part II

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 9 months

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In Dire Need

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: tw: shooting, performing surgery with a gun to your head, tw: pregnancy, tw: miscarriage, super major angst

Request by anon: Tw shooting: Hi there can I get a Spencer Reid x surgeon where the hospital goes on lockdown bc of a shooter and its like Greys Anatomy where in 6x24 reader goes through what Cristina does? And Spencer doesn’t find out until some members of the BAU point out how “brave” his s/o is to him when they saw footage of the operation room? Thank you

Summary: Spencer drops you off at work without worrying if you're not going to make it home or not. Then, reports of a shooter in the hospital you work in come flooding in and now Spencer's whole world crashes down around him.

Square Filled: held at gunpoint for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: If you've seen the shooting episode of Grey's Anatomy, then you pretty much know what to expect with Christina and with what happened to Meredith.

Spencer pulls up to the hospital you work at, and you turn to him with a sweet smile.

“Thank you for driving me.”

“Of course.”

You lean up and kiss him quickly before leaving the car.

“Remember, we have date night tonight. I have a present for you.”

“I can’t wait.”

You leave his side and walk into the hospital with tens of other people trying to either get to work or see their loved ones. Spencer notices a tall man walk in right behind you but he doesn’t think anything of it. He puts the car into drive and heads to the BAU which is only a quick twenty minutes away. Derek greets Spencer as soon as he comes in and he hands him a coffee.

“Thanks.”

“How’s Y/N doing?”

“She’s doing her best. I don’t know how she and Savannah work in hospitals. They must see more gore than we do. Plus, their hours are longer than ours.”

“I guess the same thing can be said about our jobs.”

“True,” Spencer chuckles and sips his coffee.

JJ walks into the room with a worried look on her face and she turns the news on for all to see.

“This just in. Quantico State Hospital is on complete lockdown as reports of a shooter come from within. Doctors are rushing to get patients out in an orderly fashion, but the location of the shooter is still unknown. The Quantico Police Department and SWAT have already arrived on scene, but not much is known at this stage in the investigation.”

“This just happened ten minutes ago,” JJ says as everyone gathers in the bullpen.

“No, that can’t be. I just dropped Y/N off. Everything was fine,” Spencer panics.

“The police are getting calls after calls from people inside the hospital. They’re evacuating the wings who aren’t affected as of right now. There’s no telling where this guy is going, who his target is, or how many people are affected inside.”

Spencer takes out his phone and dials you but your phone goes straight to voicemail. Spencer visually begins to panic and Derek places his hand on his shoulder to help calm him down.

“We need to go down there and help.”

“I agree,” Hotch says, “but we can’t go inside until we know the situation.”

“I don’t care. I just need to get down there.”

By the time the BAU gets to the hospital, the roads have been closed off, and a lot of patients and doctors are in the parking lot separated from less urgent to most urgent in terms of who needs to be taken care of first. First responders and doctors use what’s in ambulances to help keep some of the patients alive, but there is a great deal still left inside the hospital.

“Commander, what is going on?” Hotch asks.

“I came over with my guys as soon as I heard the calls. The dispatch center is getting calls left and right about this.”

The man plays a few recordings of calls that came into the 911 dispatch center.

“There is a shooter in the hospital! Send everyone!”

“My friend is dead. Please send help. I’m scared!”

“I don’t know what you have to do but we need help in here! The shooter is tall with blonde hair and facial hair. I don’t know where he went.”

The next call captures Spencer’s attention because it’s you.

“There is an active shooter right now, and I’m in the middle of surgery that I can’t stop. Last I heard he was in the OR wing where I am. Send help!”

“That’s my wife!” Spencer gasps.

“Yeah, it’s always someone’s wife or daughter,” the Commander sighs.

If the shooter is in the OR wing where you are, are you okay? Are you even alive?

“Why aren’t you going inside?”

“We don’t know the situation yet. We don’t know where the shooter is or how extensive the damage is. If we go in now, we could scare the shooter into killing more people.”

“This isn’t happening right now,” Spencer sighs and pulls at his hair gently. He looks at Derek and Hotch in desperation. “What if it were Savannah? Beth?”

As much as it sucks, Hotch could use a person on the inside. He knows and trusts his team to go inside and de-escalate the situation while the others find a way to get inside the safest. Hotch gives Spencer two nods and he takes off running to the entrance. Derek steps in the way of the officers that try to stop Spencer but aren’t successful.

There are a few bodies by the entrance since that is where the shooter stuck first. He strains his ears to hear where the shooter might be since the entire hospital is filled with a deafening silence. He doesn’t have time for this when you could be in danger. He prays that you’re alright as he safely and carefully runs to the OR wing.

He looks into each OR as he passes by but you’re not in any of them. That is until he reaches the last one. On the floor in the scrubber room are two doctors or nurses who jump at the sound of the door opening. They relax when they see his FBI vest, and he puts his hands up to let them know he isn’t a threat to them.

“I’m with the FBI. Who else is in here?”

“My boyfriend got shot,” one of the doctors says. “My best friend is doing surgery on him now.”

Spencer takes a couple of steps into the scrubber room to look through the window to see what’s going on. That’s when his whole world comes crashing down around him. You’re there doing surgery on your friend’s boyfriend with another surgeon on the opposite side of you, but the shooter is inside with a gun pointed at your head. Tears are streaming down your face because you refuse to stop fixing the man on the table.

“Uh, stay down there.” Spencer takes his phone out and hands it to one of the doctors. “Call for help. Tell them Spencer Reid with the FBI is in OR 3 of the surgery wing. Tell them he says to send the team in.”

“Okay,” the doctor says and grabs his phone.

Spencer slowly walks into the OR with his gun raised. The shooter immediately moves the gun from your head to Spencer when he sees him.

“Spencer,” you cry as you work.

“Drop the gun,” Spencer orders the man.

The man moves the gun back over to you and shoves it into the side of your head. You sob loudly at the thought of leaving Earth like this in front of the man you love.

“I will shoot her if you don’t lower your gun.”

Spencer has no choice but to listen to what he says. If your life is on the line, then he’ll do anything to save it. He drops his gun to the floor and kicks it away per the shooter’s instructions.

“Let him die.” When you don’t, he presses the gun into your head again, and you sob. “Do you want me to shoot you?”

“Y/N--”

“No, I can’t stop,” you cut your husband off.

Spencer needs to get that gun away from you so he takes one step toward the shooter, and he aims the gun at Spencer instead. With the threat of the gun off you, you and the other surgeon work quickly to do as much as you can as long as you can do it.

“The person you’re holding a gun to is the woman I love.”

“The man on the table, Dr. Greystone, is responsible for killing my wife. I was justice!”

“If you kill that man then justice won’t be served. Knowing that this doctor is rotting in prison for killing your wife is justice, and I can make that happen. All you need to do is put the gun down.” Out of the corner of his eye, Spencer sees the knobless door to the OR room open. Hotch and Derek walk in with their guns raised silently so as to not alert the shooter that they’re there. “I will make sure this doctor goes away for a long time. Just drop the gun.”

Whatever he sees in Spencer seems to work because the shooter drops the gun with tears in his eyes. Hotch keeps the gun trained on him while Derek jumps into action. He grabs the man and kicks the gun away before putting handcuffs on him. You’re just about done with this surgery anyway, so you hand the stitch and needle to your coworker and run over to Spencer.

When you feel the comfort of his arms around you, you break down crying.

As soon as the shooter is apprehended, doctors and patients are allowed back inside. Paramedics come rushing in to tend to the wounded. Your friend and her boyfriend are transferred to a room, and you’re taken outside with Spencer while the rest of the BAU help where needed.

“I’m sorry,” you cry. “I had to keep going. This hospital is my family. I couldn’t let my best friend’s boyfriend die.”

“I know. I’m so sorry you had to go through this. I’m glad you’re okay.”

Spencer pulls you in for a hug and you put a hand to your stomach in thought. You have a pregnancy stick waiting for Spencer at home because you’re you wanted to surprise him that you’re pregnant but after what just happened, you might not be.

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davinaclaire16 · 5 months

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Wings of Dusk pt. 10

AzrielxReader + HelionxReader

Warnings: abuse. War

I just wanted to thank everyone who's been patient with me. I've had two emergency surgeries and a death in my family so it's taken me second. I appreciate everyone support so much!!

“Cassain! Where is he Rhysand?” You had burst into the camps healing tent. It had been a month since the fight between you and Azriel. A month since you’d been Mated to Helion. Unfortunately for the two of you the wall had fallen the next day and since then there had been battle after battle. You didn’t have time to talk about it or let any one know and right now as you were standing soaked in blood waiting to see if Cassain was ok it was the furthest thing from your mind.

“He’s going to be ok Y/n’ it was then that Rhysand had actually looked at you. Soaked in blood your white leathers had turned crimson red a long time ago. There were bags under your eyes and dried blood in your hair. He didn’t know where the blood stopped and you begun. He knew that you were exhausted. You all were but he had watched you slash your way through half of Hyberns army. Knew that you were pulling more that your fair share of the force on the ground while him and his brothers took to the sky. He had watched you time and time again from the sky jump in front of your men ready to die for every single one of them but here you stood unharmed.

“Y/n you need to rest please” he hoped that you would listen because having you and Feyre out there fighting was too much. He couldn’t afford to loose anyone in his family but he had lost You and Feyre once and couldn’t… wouldn’t do it again. With Feyre he could always feel the bond know in a second if something was wrong. He couldn’t do the same for you at all. He could get Feyre to rest. Could plead with her to fall back and Feyre would always understand respect his worry. With you he couldn’t tell or ask you to do anything. If he told you to pull back you pushed forward. If he said take a break you’d work twice as hard. He didn’t know how to protect you because you wouldn’t let him or anyone.

“I’m fine Rhysand” hearing this Rhys got visibly agitated. His weight shifted from foot to foot. It took real effort on his part not to roll his eyes into the back of his head.

“You are not fine. None of us are fine but you haven’t taken more then 15 mins since the first battle. You need to take a break. I mean seriously y/n when was the last time you slept.?”

Your brother was right you were not fine but to be honest you didn’t know how to be. There was something about war…you couldn’t just sit and do nothing. Couldn’t sleep when you could be training or coming up with battle strategies. You couldn’t do nothing when your family…your men were risking their lives and could be dead any second. This was where everything you’d ever been taught came into play. Where years of insisted perfection paid off. Because anything less then perfection out on that battle field could cost you and somebody else there life. You were prepared to die every time you stepped out of your tent. Ready to give your life for anyone of your soldiers on that field.

“I know your worried about me brother. The same as I’m worried about you. But just as you can’t promise me you will live, I can’t promise you either. However I can keep the promise we made as children.” With that you had told Rhys to update you about Cassain, gave him a hug and exited the tent. You remembered back to that promise Rhys and you had made centuries ago. You remembered that night like it was a week ago.

“Father I think maybe it would be wiser not to involve Rhysand in this war.” You pleaded for your brothers safety to your father. You knew that you were walking a very dangerous line but you had to try. Hell your mother had even requested you to “talk some sense into your father” which of course she didn’t need to do she had asked while you were already on the way to his office. Whenever your family needed something from your father it was always you they would send. Like they knew you were the only one who could be in his presence that he wouldn’t immediately beat. This night was a strangely quiet night at your home.

“Absolutely not Y/n. He is my son he will fight. No matter how insistent you and your mother are.” your father was sitting at his desk he didn't offer you anymore than a glance. You could feel your nerves this kind of defiance was unlike you. Typically your defiance was classier. It could almost go undetected like a faint thread of manipulation hidden under a smile and a logical response. You were calculated in everything that you did...but not that night. That night you had only one rhys life on your mind.

“Of course father, my apologies I just thought that since he’s your next successor then-“ the room was tense, you kept your wings so tightly pressed against your back the pain had started to creep its way up your shoulders.

“Enough Y/N! Your brother will fight and if he can’t survive then it’s due to his own incompetence and failure!” Your fathers word stung. You didn’t know how he could care so much for you and not at all for your brother and sister. It was clear your father didn’t care if Rhys was ready to fight. Or even if he was given a better chance of survival. You could see on your fathers desk that he planned to place Rhysand right on the front lines. It was almost as if your father was trying to get your brother killed.

“At least keep him in the sky with Azriel and Cassian! They fight better together.” the second the words left your mouth you knew it would send him into a rage.

“Y/N you forget your place!” Your fathers voice boomed, He stood from his desk so fast you flinched on instinct. His voice so loud you were sure that it carried down the hall where your family was residing. But you had to continue, it wasn't an option not to make him change his mind. Otherwise your brother would pay the price.

“I’ll fight on the front lines in his place! Just please father.” You spit the words out as fast as you could before your father could throw you out.

“You can’t keep protecting that boy Y/n. One day that protection will cost you your life.”

That day you had left your fathers office with a black eye, a busted lip and a guaranteed death sentence on the front lines. You knew that he would retaliate by your lack of obedience but you couldn’t afford not to fight him. Not when the cost was your brother. For as long as you could remember you always protected your mother, sister, and brother. Had taken lashes, foul words, and their punishment so that they could have some sense of peace. Kept the true price for their safety as secret as you could. Glamoured the marks. Put on the mask of confidence and indifference.

Later that day your brother had come running into your room

“Y/N! I just talked to father and got my assignment and placement in the war effort. Get this he’s keeping me in the sky.. same fleet as Azriel and Cassian! I can’t believe it. Whats your assignment? Did he give you your own fleet to command or are somewhere higher. Maybe commander?” Rhys had ran in so quickly that you almost didn’t have time to glamour your face. But the second you saw the joy on his face all the pain washed away. like it did every single time. How many times had you hid the bruises and scars upon your body for your siblings... you couldn't keep track anymore but every time you saw their faces the pain or thought of telling them disappeared

“Umm I am on the front lines” You mustered every bit of confidence you had to try and calm Rhysands worry. You could tell if wasnt nearly enough as you watched your brother begin to panic and break down.

“What?!? No! Why would he do such a thing. I thought for certain he’d give you something. Of more importance! This is absurd. I’ll go talk to him! HE CANT… He JUST CANT-

“HE CAN. And He did. And YOU! Will not breathe one word of this to him. Do you understand?” You waited for Rhys to reply needed him to tell you he wouldn’t provoke your father further. But Rhys only stood there staring at you. So you walked over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders

“Do you understand Rhysand?” you meant it as a question but it came out more as a demand.

“yes I understand” he answered meekly you sighed a thank you to the Mother.

“Thank you.... And Rhys don’t argue with father. Do as he says and listen to his every command. Especially on that battle field.” Rhys only laughed and rolled his eye at your comment.

“Pfft come on Y/n, I know, I know.” Your brother laughed like you weren’t being serious. Like it was something you warned him of everyday. Which he wasn’t wrong but your father wouldn’t be as “forgiving” with Rhys now. He would actually expect Rhysand to perform otherwise it was his reputation that was put at risk.

“I’m serious Rhysand. Do not provoke him. Do not give him any reason to reprimand you. You need to be training everyday and not just till you’re tired like you do now. You need to practice until you’re perfect. He will expect you to be the epitome of perfection and wrath on the battle field.”

“Please I’m not you y/n he couldn’t give two shits about how I perform. I’ve worked my ass off trying to prove I could be worth his Time but no matter how “perfect” I perform, it all about you.” Rhysands words came with a bite. Underlined with jealousy. You wished your father cared for Rhys and your sister....more than anything. But if your ability to protect them meant they had to stay out of his eyesight you would fill this roll everytime.

“I won’t be around forever to protect you from him Rhys. This time he put me in the grunt position and you in the high seat. He’s not expecting me not to embarrass him. I’m expected to be dead before that fight begins. You will be the one who will have to be perfect for him because any weakness in you will make him look bad. You’re his trophy now not me. You will have to protect our sister and mother from him once I’m gone. DO NOT PROVOKE HIM ANYMORE. No more running out with Cassian and Az acting like children. He will take notice and I won’t be there to distract him.” You had never been so serious with Rhys before. Had never spoken to him with such aggression and demand for him to understand. But you needed him to understand because you could not protect him once you were gone. You had shielded him from this for a long as you could.

Rhys didn’t know what to do. He was shocked and scared. Like for the first time he got a glimpse of the pressure and weight that laid on your shoulders. Never thought about how much exactly you shielded him and your sister from. He knew that many times you were the difference between being beat and being sent to his room but had you given more for his protection then he thought? All of these things ran through his mind but what he couldn’t get over was how easily you had admitted you were going to die. How that was the last thing on your mind. But it was the biggest on his mind

“Do you really believe your going to die” Rhys tried to say without shedding a tear but it was clear that he was about to become a mess.

“Oh Rhys I- I will always be honest with you when you ask me something you know that….the truth is that it’s very likely almost impossible not to on the front line.”

“You can’t die out there y/n. Promise me you won’t die out there.” Rhysands voice cracked and tears streamed down his face.

“Rhys I can’t promise you that.” You couldn’t promise him you’d survive so you did the only thing you could do. you held him and for a while the two of you didn’t say anything. Accepting that the each of you could die very soon.

“I can’t promise you I’ll live. But I do promise that I will die fighting to stay alive for you. Can you promise me the same?

“I can. I promise y/n.” And just like that a tattoo formed on your body right behind your ear with a matching tattoo behind Rhys ear.

To this day it was the only tattoo on your body. You didn’t believe in promises did everything you could to avoid them actually but it was a promise that kept you and Rhys connected. A promise that reminded you of how your relationship with your brother used to be. How he used to look up to you and trusted you…. Now you were last person he’d trust to do his laundry. Just another hurdle in his life as High Lord.

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“Again! I want it perfect this time!” It had been 3 weeks since Cassian was injured and thank the Mother he was back on his feet. Rhysand had asked you to lead a fleet of rejected Illyrians. Illyrians who had failed miserably every step of their training.

“Y/n please if anyone could make them capable fighters in this short amount of time. It’s you. I’d ask Cassian but he’s healing right now.”

“Rhysand I’m already leading a fleet of day soldiers. Also their Illyrians and I don’t know if you’ve noticed I’m a female…they won’t listen to me.”

“Then make them.”

And that is how you had ended up here. With Day soldiers and Illyrians at each others throats. The Illyrians had actually improved impressively since the first week. You were quick to put them in their place and after three weeks of hard non stop training some of them had even come to respect you. Others were still learning that it was possible a female could run laps around them. On the other hand the Day soldiers were continued to give you an impressive amount of respect and obedience they were more skilled then most of the Illyrians but that was only because they had been training with you longer. But the respect and courteousness of Day combined with the Arrogance and disrespect of the Illyrians didn’t mix well. It led to unnecessary tension you would have to fix. At any moment another battle could arise and they would have to fight with each without trying to kill the other. You had been stuck in your own thoughts when you spotted Helion outside your tent.

“Kemal and Theo grab a weapon and step into the ring Everyone else work on your blocks and dodges.” Kemal had been the Illyrian who had improved the most while Theo was your best soldier from Day. You were truly curious to see who would best who. But you had business to attend to first.

“When I get back everything better be in order or we aren’t breaking for dinner till breakfast” you said as you walked into your tent with Helion following.

“Helion… what do I owe the pleasure?”

“What I can’t come see my mate without a reason” Helion teased while placing a kiss on my temple. You simply laughed.

“I suppose you don’t. However my mate typically does have a reason.” You and Helion had decided not to accept the bond until after the war and to keep the bond a secret until after as well. But you two would undoubtedly accept it the second the war was over. The two of you had found solice and joy in each other in such an awful time. With flirty remarks and touches you kept each other fae while the world threatened to make monsters out of you.

“Ok fine you got me I’m checking in to see how your troops progress is going.”

Helion had taken a seat on your cot and you had found your self standing between his legs running your hands through his hair.

“They are progressing well. I’m no longer worried about the Illyrians fighting they improved however now I worry about the tension between the two groups.” You whispered and could feel Helion relax under your touch

“I don’t understand why your brother gave you them in the first place. You have far exceeded enough favors for him. He cant just keep expecting you to jump to his every whim. What will he do when you become my High Lady? Continue to treat you like your less than-“

“High lady?” You didn’t know why his words had shocked you so much it hadn’t even occurred to you that you’d become a High Lords mate. It wasn’t that you hadn’t expected Helion to treat you as an equal it was more that you had given up those foolish dreams long ago.

“Oh Y/n sorry I didn’t mean to assume you’d court me after I just had thought we were on the same page.”

“No-no Hel that’s not what I meant we are on the same page. I just I don’t know. Hadn’t thought about what my title would be.”

“Did you expect to be anything less? You are my mate. My equal and your brother started something of importance I intend to uphold.”

“Oh Hel I lo-“

“Y/N! I need you now!” Rhysand had come running into the room so fast I had withdrawn my weapon from the sheer shock of it. Helion had instinctively stepped in front of you

“Rhysand you cannot just storm into my tent and demand I go with you.”

“It’s Azriel” that’s all he had to say and you were as serious as could be and running out of your tent without thought. Leaving Helion and rushing to Az.

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“Y/N thank the mother your here….it’s his wings y/n we need your help.” Cassian looked like more of an emotional reck then Rhys. You could feel the pit of worry growing to a disastrous size. You had no idea what to expect.

“Ahhhhhh, STOP, AHHHHH” you could hear Azriels screams from outside the door. You felt like you were going to be sick like everything in you depended on him surviving.

“Y/N! You need to get in there.” Both Cassian and Rhys stated. They looked like the two little boys you remember making food for. For a split second they mirrored their younger selves coming and pleading to you to make all their problems disappear. But as much as you wanted to make their sorrow go away your feet wouldn't budge. You had no control over your body.

“What?!? I can’t go in there. No I….I can’t.” You couldn’t go in there and see the shape he was in, you would break down the second you saw him.

“Y/N you have to. You’ve studied wings and repairs and clipping reversals for centuries. You studied under Madja. Y/N I’ve seen you save hundreds of wings and Madja needs your help and another person skilled enough to heal his wings so he can still fly after.” Everything they said made sense. It was all logical and you knew that. But it didn’t change that your feet were glued where they were. You indeed had studied under Madja. After you lost your wings you were obsessed with finding a way to reattach them it drove you mad. Once you realized it was just an impossible obsession. Your motivation for the knowledge changed to finding a way to heal or reverse clippings for all those poor girls. Even Illyrian soldiers who’d been injured in the war. You had secretly set up a safe haven for girls who needed immediate help in the mountains. You couldn’t always save the wings but if you couldn’t you could at least ease the pain they’d feel for the rest of their lives.

You were by no means a better healer than Madja you wouldn’t even say you were a healer. You were just skilled in this one area of study because maybe if there was someone who knew all that you knew your back wouldn’t ache everyday. Madja was the best, a great healer and she had taught you well you had just “specialized” and been able to do more with wings.

“Y/N Madja is asking for you” you heard Rhysand say. You wished, wished that you could pull yourself together right now but everything was foggy and blurring together all you could hear was Azriels cries and with each of them you felt more faint. Everyone was frantic, crying, screaming at you. But you couldn’t pull your self out of this state until

“y/n…I know that you love him. I know he is a very dear friend to you and I know that this cannot be easy. I know that your fear and worry for him is over taking you and that is understandable. But right now he needs you to help him.” Feyre spoke to you softly and with love. You could see her compassion and even her own fear in her eyes. Those eyes got your attention enough to realize the severity of the situation and that time was running out.

“Yes I’m. Im sorry. Thank you” you said as you entered the room that Azriel was in. He was laying on his stomach. Head tossing with his arms hanging of the bed. The first thing you saw was blood. There was so much blood. His wings had cuts , breaks, and tares all over them. It was awful, heartbreaking to see his once strong wings torn and tattered. The next thing you noticed was how much pains he was in. His cries and jerking. How every time he jerked or moved the more blood there was.

“Mother thank you, Y/N I need some help stabilizing him. He won’t calm down and if he doesn’t calm down soon he will have lost to much blood.”

Immediately you started to help Madja try and stop the bleeding. You grabbed a cloth and began to apply pressure to his left wing. You weren’t prepared for the screams and cries that came from him.

“I’m sorry….I’m sorry.” You had whispered under your breath over and over again.

“Y/n! I need you to calm him down” Madja instructed.

I can’t I’ll get Rhys or Cassian they can talk to him and Rhys can help ease his pain.

“No they’ve gone to get more elixirs form my office”

You tried to ask him to calm down but nothing. So finally you went to the head of the bed and crouched down so that the two of you were face to face.

“Az I need you stay still for me.” His face was scrunched up and tears were streaming down his face. You didn’t know what else to do so you went with your gut. You brought one of your hands and cupped his cheek while the other grabbed his hand and held it.

“It’s going to be ok Azriel. I’m here I’m going to help you. But I need you to calm down for me. I will not stop until I know that you’ll fly again. But I need you to calm down because every time you jerk or thrash you loose more blood.”

“Y/n i…I’m sorr-“

“None of that. None of that matters right now. Right now I need you to know that I have you. And that I’m sorry for what I have to do. Hold onto this bar ok this is going to hurt.” He squeezed your hand and met you eyes once more. It was a glace that told each of you everything you needed to know.

After he had calmed down you, you tied your hair back and instructed Madja.

“Madja we need to reset the bones now if he stands a chance to ever use them again.”

“That will be far to painful without anymore elixir.” Madja responded with a pained look on her face almost like she was praying that Rhys and Cassian would walk through those doors right now.

“I know that. But we have already lost vital time. And too much blood. It we don’t reset them now then that’s it.” You didnt want to be the fae doing this. prayed to the mother that someone could take your place or that he hadnt been hurt in the first place. Something in you called out to him willing him to hold on. Ensuring him you would do everything you could.

“How much time do we have to wait” was her only reply. As you looked at his body laying on the table you knew he didnt have long but you werent sure if you could bring yourself to break his bone with no way of easing his pain.

“We can only wait 5 more minutes but that mean we don’t have a second to make a mistake we will have to be perfect”

“You’re the expert on this Y/n I’ll follow your instruction” you spared one more glance at Azriel and made a decision within yourself.

“5 minutes” and those were the longest 5 minutes of your lifetime. You and Madja spent it packing his open wounds and staring at the door. By the end of the five minutes you were curing the mother that the only thing your power was capable of was destructive. It consumed and snuffed out unlike feyres or rhysands. They could silence pain, help heal and all you could do was expediate death.

“Thats 5 minutes” you stated with zero joy there was no sign of Rhys or Cass and you would of cursed them but just as you were about to break the first bone Cass and Rhys come running into the room with at least Madja whole stock of Elixirs.

“Give it to him now!” You said and broke the first bone and the scream that fell from Azriels mouth broke your heart. But you knew you had no choice but to keep going and with each break another agonizing scream.

“Rhysand! Put him to sleep!” You yelled at Rhysand while breaking and resetting 2 more bones.

“What I thought Madja said-“

“PUT HIM TO SLEEP RHYSAND” it’s wasn’t instruction or a question it was a command and Rhys didn’t dare finish that sentence and quickly put Azriel to sleep.

“Out” was all you said and Madja shoved them out.”

Madja turned and for just a second watched as a tear rolled down your face. How you moved swiftly and precisely. Not making a single mistake completely focused on repairing his wings. You worked and worked until there was no more work to do.

14 long grueling hours of, resetting, packing, bandaging, and more work but after 14 hours you would of gone 32 hours to know for certain he’d fly again. It wasn't until you were done and collapsed that Cassian had come to retrieve you. You were nothing more than a statue exhausted, silent, and covered in Azriels blood. Cassian had brought you to the shower and helped clean the blood off of you. He didn't expect any words to be exchanged he knew that you had shut out any emotion while you were working on him so everything came up once you were done.

Cassain had seen you like this once before when your family had been murdered. Found you curled up outside of your fathers office staring off into a void. Tried to get you to speak but nothing. He stayed with you all night that night just sitting there with you. You had even completly shocked him that moring when rhysand came down the hall and you shot up, pulled yourself together and were the image of perfection. Went right to taking care of Rhys like there was nothing wrong with you to begin with. If Cas hadnt sat with you all night he would of thought their death had no affect on you. It was that morning Cas realized just how much you loved rhys. How much of yourself you hid away to care for him. How much you had given to become the strong, capable and invincible older sister that all of them had known their whole life. Azriel and Cas had found a way to see through the mask throughout the centuries. It took a long time and it was still difficult to see through they had seen all the signs through out years and years of friendship that showed you were just a female with the weight of prythian on her shoulders. Cas didnt think Rhys was ever able to see through the mask. He still treated you like you were unbreakable. You were and always have been his very capable rock of an older sister.

So now Cas knew what was going to happen. Knew that come morning you would go right back to working like Azriel almost dying had never happened. Like having to hear his screams and be the one to keep pulling him back from death was just another tuesday. But for tonight he'd help wash off the blood and force you to stop scrubbing under your nails when there is no more traces of blood so you didnt rub your hands raw. Hold you while you screamed and beat his chest while tears streamed down your face, insisting you were fine. He would hold you all night while you sobbed and found irrational ways to blame yourself. That is exactly what Cas did and the next morning when Rhys came to check in with you he watched as you smiled at your brother and asked him "why wouldn't I be ok brother? He's fine."

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Azriel had slept for 5 days. Slowly coming in and out. Any second you had that wasn’t spent teaching was spent next to Azriel, watching his vitals, tending to his wounds , and ensuring the wing bracing hadn’t slipped or moved. Yet the second he awoke you stayed away. You didn’t know what it was that kept you away after he had awoken.

The fear that he didn’t want to see you? That you weren’t ready to forgive him? You didn’t know. Maybe it was that you’d never kept secrets from him and now you were mated and you didn’t know why that made a difference but it did. Was it that you couldn’t trust yourself around him? Or maybe it was simply that Helion had confronted you while he was asleep about the way you felt.

“Y/n I’m not trying to sound jealous or pushing over my line I just want to ensure that you feel nothing for him in that way anymore.”

“Helion you’re joking right? He’s unconscious. I’m simply helping a friend.”

“Y/n this is the first time I’ve talk to you in a week. You have avoided, pushed me off, and ran from me. While your every second is spent here in this tent with him. Rhysand and Madja have assured me and you that he will wake. That he’s fine…..if this is just you worrying for a friend then I entirely understand. However you can’t blame me for being worried. I found out you were my mate the same night you tried to start a relationship with him. I just want to check in with you about where you stand with this bond…..that we want the same thing.

“Helion I- I don’t know what I want the war is all I can think about and then Azriel got hurt. I was concerned for my friend.”

“Ok y/n I understand…. I think it’s best that we pull back a little then. Maybe completely until after the war that just so you have time to think about what you want.”

“Hel that’s not what I meant-“

“Y/n my sweet I am not mad at you. Nothing I have said was against you. You have every right to love whoever and want whatever it is that makes you happy. I’ve just. I’ve loved before and I’ve been stripped of that love. That was one of the hardest things I have been through and I don’t know if I could survive the rejection from my mate if I let myself continue to fall in love with you. Don’t get me wrong I’m already so far deep but I could pull myself out and keep some of my heart. But if don’t pull myself back and I continue to let myself have everything that I want and you were to change your mind it would break me. My heart is yours to have if you want it. All I’m asking is that your sure it’s my heart that you want before we continue.” With that Helion had kissed your forehead and left you outside of the medic tent.

If you had been paying attention you may of caught the pair of eyes from inside that were locked on you and Helion. Maybe of even seen the way Azriel had tried to push him self up to hear the whispered fight the two of you were having.

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“Y/N” he’s been asking for you.

“I’m not going I have far to much work to do and not enough time.” Rhysand only sighed at you. This is the 5th person who had come to your tent and pleaded with you to see Azriel. First it was Cassain going on and on about how if it weren’t for that one fight you’d be right by his side and instead of him trying to get you to see him, he’d be trying to get you to leave.

When you had told Cassian to fuck off then they sent Mor who described in vivid detail how every time someone walks into the medic tent Azriel is practically breaking his neck to see if it was you. That he is just wrecked with guilt over everything he said. When you had told her you didn’t care she just walked out in disbelief.

Then they had decided to send Feyre…thought maybe because she stopped you from panicking maybe she could convince you to go see him. “Y/n please I know he hurt you. But doesn’t that pale in comparison after almost losing him? I saw you that day you care for him and up until he woke up you were there. Why is it different now that he’s awake?” You had only told Feyre that your decision had been made.

Before they had sent Amren you thought they had given up. Turns out they were just deliberating on who to send. “Girl you need to get your shit together and see the boy.” “No I don’t.” “You need to come see him if I have to watch him mope around like a kicked dog one more day I’m going to kill somebody.” Amren had just stormed out. She gave you the impression that if she had stayed a little longer she would have shared something with you she wasn’t supposed to.

Eventually you found yourself here arguing with your dear brother.

“Y/n you cannot be serious about this. You can’t avoid him forever” Rhysand only pleaded with you.

“I am, I can, and he made it very clear he wanted me to stay away that Is what I’m doing.” You were tired of this. You knew they had watched him say those things to you. Knew what it meant to you. How could they still be insistent you needed to get over it.

“Y/N he didn’t mean-

“I don’t care. I’m not going. I took beatings, I went with Amarantha, I have stayed in your court. Took in your Illyrian troops, saved his wings, and jeopardized a relationship I really cared about by the way, I have sense agreed to seduce Eris about Beron joining this war. What more do you want from me brother? You were broken, could feel all the tape and glue coming apart. Helion had decided to give you space. You couldn’t blame him it was smart and responsible for the both of you. But that left you alone with a troop at each others throat. And friends dying everyday. You just wanted everyone to let you be.

“I want you to go see him.” Was his only reply and you couldn’t believe it or could you? All you were to him was a chess piece to play. Not a sister, not a friend, or a member of his court. Just a pawn to be placed. With that he made his way out of your tent but right before he left you simply replied with what you realized he wanted from you.

“Of course my lord”

What you didn’t expect was for that to make him stop in his tracks and turn around. He stared at you for awhile and you stared back. Neither of you said a word but you could tell he wanted to say 1000 things but not one left his lips.

Rhysand felt guilt overtake him the second the words left your mouth. He knew that all he did was ask more of you. Knew what he sentenced you to under the mountain. A part of him knew he still looked up to you. While the other part only blamed you. For everything. For Mother and your little sister Marjorie. He looked at you and saw the person his father picked every time. He was too busy teaching you how to balance the courts expenses when he bested Cassain the first time. Too busy introducing you to high lords and their sons when he made carynthian. And off instructing you of the do’s and don’ts of war when mother and Marjorie were killed. He had so much bitterness in him but he knew you did everything for him. Held him together and all he did was let his bitterness take over him.

“I’m sorry about Azriel Y/n”

“Why? That may be the one thing that truly isn’t on your shoulder Rhys. He just doesn’t feel for me the way I had him.” The look that Rhysand gave you before leaving almost fooled you. Almost had you believing guilt flashed through his eyes.

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You hated coming to Rhys side of the war tents. It always got you into uncomfortable situations with someone. However we were about to head to the human lands for the last battle fortunately you had finally solidified your troops. Day soilders had learned how to loosen up, Illyrians learned some respect and they were actually getting along. The Illyrian almost made a complete 180 with them actually respecting your power. Asking you actual tips to get better had even included you in some of the barrack pranks. They were ready and you could say that you were proud of the work they had accomplished. As you thought you couldn’t help overhearing the argument coming from the medic tent and peeking in.

“I am coming. I’m fighting in that battle.” You could hear Azriel grunting as he got up from his cot.

“You are not” Cassain and Rhys were quick to respond.

“I am”

“You will not Azriel if you fight you will not fly again.” Madja interrupted and you could feel the shift in the room. Saw the way Cassain and Rhysand shared a look and the way Azriel froze.

“I forbid it Az you will stay here and that is final.” Rhysand commanded and exited the tent on the opposite end with cas and madja followings

Maybe you should of left. Maybe you should of stayed and slipped in when you saw that he was still insistent on going but you couldn’t allow that to happen.

“You better get back in that cot” you had said with your back to a supporting post of the tent.

Azriel flew his head to your voice. Like he didn’t believe it. Couldn’t

“Y/n”

“You can’t do what I know you’re about to do Azriel. You will never fly again. Take it from somebody who knows that pain doesn’t go away.”

“I have to. My entire family is fighting today. What would I be if they died while I laid in this tent.”

“It means youre safe and healing properly. It also means the hours of work I did to save those bat wings don’t go wasted.” You joked and you saw tension roll off Azriels shoulders. “Well um anyway I should get going don’t do anything stupid” as you were leaving azriel grabbed your shoulder and spun you around.

“Y/n, please don’t die. I uhhh, I need you to know... ya know about what I said its-

"Azriel. You can tell me after this war.....look you were right I am exactly what my father raised me to be. Which is why i wont die on that field, I have been in war with far worse odds and lived. I was born for times such as this." You were looking at Az but the male staring back at you wasn't someone you had ever met. There was fear and regret swirling behind his golden orbs. Fear you had never seen Azriel have but this fear was new, like if he released his grip from your shoulder his world would come crashing down.

Azriel stood staring at you with no mask to hide behind. He was wracked with terror. You were once again going into a dangerous situation without him. He would have no way of ensuring your safety... no way of knowing youd come back to but the hope he had in his heart. If that hope was the only thing that could bring you back after this war then mother he'd have more hope then there was in all of pryrinthian.

Before you knew what was happening Azriels had craddled your head back and his lips had met yours. This kiss was different than the first. It wasnt full of lust, desire, and hunger. No this kiss was gentle, it was soft and warm something you couldnt help but melt into. His tongue dipped into your mouth you couldnt help the muffled gasp that escaped from you. He smelled of cedar and ash and in this moment it was like the only thing that existed... the only thing that mattered were the two of you. His shadows danced around your two forms and it felt as if you'd been made whole could of sworn that you felt something snap in your chest. As fast as it came it had disapeared and Azriel had pulled away cupped your cheek and pressed his forehead to yours and whispered.

"just come back to me" before you could reply he had winnowed away leaving you flushed with a sense of guilt as you felt Helion tug on the bond.

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When you had finally found Mor to winnow you to the human lands it was chaotic. Humans running and some flat out calling you wicked things simply because you tried to help them. After coralling what felt like hundreds of humans it was time to have march into battle with the king of hybern. You couldnt say that you were ready but you could say that youd give everything you had to ensure the people you loved came out of this war.

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In the midst of Battle you struggled to breath there was so much blood. It was like you were drowning in it. Hybern Soldiers just kept coming so just you kept slashing them down one by one. When the battle had first started you could see Cassian and Rhys in the skies but blood coated your eyes so that all you could truly see was right in front of you. Your men surrounded you and as you looked to your left and right you could tell they were just as exhausted as you. Every now and then you or Helion would tug on the bond just to give peace of mind that the other was still ok. As time went on you weren’t sure if you’d win this war. It seemed that the Hybern Soldiers just outnumbered you. Many lives were lost and the battle went on. You used every bit of strength and ounce of magic you had. Especially when you heard Nestas scream for Cassian. It was so loud that both you and Cas had whipped your head around and if it had been a second longer both you and Cas would have been dead but you called to the power inside of you and wrapped the starlight around yours and Cassians figure tightly. Pushed up a wall of pure power to protect your men on the battle field. The blast was so strong it brought you to your knees and the scream that left you broke Cassians heart. But he Watched as you fought every second holding the shield and wall against the blast. Honestly after that the war was a blur. The only other thing you remember after that was Rhys.

You could remember right before your brother had died. You magic racing across to Hybern. To tear his very heart out for threatening Rhys. You remember the panic and dread. Your power an inch of hybern when one of his men had tackled you to the ground. And then you felt it the tattoo on your neck glow and disappear. You had sliced the soldiers throat so fast and stood. Had to know if what you felt was true and when you saw Rhys body and Feyre screaming the world went black.

The next thing you knew you were being carried by Helion off of the field. Madja over your body. You were in and out of consciousness. one second there was madja or mor, then Cas and always Hel. But it wasnt until you saw Rhys. You saw your brother and you could feel the smile on your face. Had determined he was there to take you home.

"rhys...' you let out with a shaky breath.

"Y/N thank the mother, Y/n you are going to be ok". You could hear Panic and see tear on your brothers face which confused you. You were ready you just wanted to be with him and here he was telling you no.

"y/n please Im ok. But you have to be ok. Im alive you can come back. COME on Y/N. You promised remember.. You promised me... Y-

you watched in and out how upset rhys was how worked up he was. Saw as Cassian dragged him away and then nothing.

When you finally awoke your family filled you in and just like that you insisted you were fine. Now arguing in your room with Helion who hadn't left your side. went on about how you needed to slow down. to go back home to day and relax.

"I couldn't of lost you Y/N" Helion shared as he let out a sigh.

"Hel Im ok. Its going to be ok." you held him as he cried for awhile until he stood.

"Come back home. I'll know you're safe there. I can even ensure i dont go overboard with overprotecting you." you could see the love shing through Hels eyes. Could feel how much needed you to say yes. To let him care for you flowing through the bond.

"Ok ok... we will pack tomorrow tonight just be with me."

"I love you Y/n"

With that Helion brought you in and kissed you longingly. Like this was what he needed to ground him in your safety.

Poor Azriel couldn't pull his gaze from your bedroom window. Where he stood outside with a bouquet of flowers eye glued to the scene above him. You smiling at Helion, his hands on your hips looking down at you with so much love almost Azriel could feel it. Watched as he placed a kiss on your lips and how you only deepened it. how you leaned into him and flung your arms around his neck. Watched as Helion lifted you up with your lips still attached to one another. And he especially couldn't tear his gaze away when he felt a golden thread snap into view...connecting him to you. Azriel sat atop that mountain with those flowers with his heart breaking long after the lights of your bedroom had gone out.

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tonyboneysblog · 2 months

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A Fleeting Memory

synopsis: you and keigo meet at a party and play hide and seek, plus almost kiss

note: hawks thoughts are put in italic!

Word count: 1.5k

“Hawks do you have any friends, at all?”

this was an out of the blue question and kinda offensive coming from a worker of the P.S.C.

“Why do you ask..?”

the worker sighed softly, “Well you see, my daughter is throwing this house party but apparently she ‘doesn’t have enough people’. So I was wondering if you wanted to spread your wings a little?”

keigo faltered for a minute, thinking it over.

“oh…I’d like that a lot.”

replied Keigo Takami, the boy with no friends.

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why was Keigo doing this?

he was never really interested in the party life so what’s the point of going to some random girls party just cause?

because he was terribly lonely that’s why.

“Alright hawks were here!”

the worker named “Akari” said

“Let’s hope you have fun yeah? I have to go back to the work place so don’t do anything stupid while I’m not here!”

shutting the car door then walking up to the door, his nerves on fire, then knocking.

before he could even get to the next knock, a good looking girl threw open the door.

“Aha! Takada your here!” the girl yelled.

the only thing going through hawks mind right about now is “who the hell is takada??”

the girl grabbed his hand a dragged him into a nice a warm living room.

“Everyone, this is Takada! my dads co-worker.”

oh so Takada is a fake name? could’ve been a little more creative.

the group excitedly starts cheering, very nice of them to do to a stranger….

“Okay so, Takada, let me introduce you to everyone.” The girl then starts pointing at everyone one at a time, “The brown haired one is Aoi, that’s Ayaka, this is Hiroto, keiko, akimitsu, and-“

holy mackerel who the hell is that…

“This is y/n, and I’m Habiki!”

careless whispers must be playing right about now because that is the most jaw dropping mouth watering- oh god their coming towards me.

“Hey there, come around her often?”

the girl named y/n joked.

What do I say? holy wow she’s so cute…what if she thinks a look stupid?? Do my wings look goo-

“Earth to Takada?” She laughed.

Takada? Oh wait that’s me.

“A-Ah y-yea I come here all the time!”

okay now what the hell was that keigo.

“How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking of course…” she spoke softly towards the end.

“15.” Keigo barked back immediately.

“That means I’m one year older than you!” She said cheerfully.

“So you’re 16?”

of course she’s 16 she literally just implied that.

“Yep! I’ll be 17 in (birth month), when’s your birthday?”

god I love her voice.

“It’s uh…December…”

“That means you’re a Capricorn! Ever been interested in astrology?” She asked.

“I…uhm..”

Before keigo could respond suddenly the girls name was called.

“Y/n! Come write these names!” The girl named…Aoi? yelled across the room.

“Eh? But why I’m talking to Takada!?”

“Because your hand writing is the prettiest!” The girl yelled angrily.

Everything about her is pretty, of course her hand writing would be too…and what the hell is astrology…?

“darn…I’ll be right back Takada!” She bounced off towards the kitchen to help with something, while hawks sat on the couch, patiently waiting for her to come back.

during this period multiple people came up to hawks speaking to him briefly, not as interesting as y/n though…

Habiki suddenly came out of nowhere shoving a hat filled with paper in hawks face…”Draw!” She barked.

Hawks took out a piece and then slowly unraveled it. It said…hider?

what the hell does that mean.

“Okay everyone has drawn from the hat of the wolves and sheep!” Habiki said.

what the hell does that have to do with hiding..?

“We…shall be playing… HIDE AND SEEK!!” Habiki said full of energy.

what’s the hell is a hide and seek?!

Then softly a hand tapped hawks shoulder… y/n did.

“You know how to play right? Just find a hiding place until someone finds you.” She said quietly as if not to embarrass him about the fact he didn’t know what hide and seek was.

your a damn angel I swear.

“Now our seekers are Aoi and Hiroto shall be seeking, So go and hide quickly!” Habiki said loud.

They suddenly start a timer and everyone separates to hide while hawks is left in shock.

wait how the hell am I supposed to hide with thews big wings?!

Hawks quickly leapt from the couch booking it towards the stairs.

Maybe I could hide under some bed covers? But that’d only work if they were messed up.

Hawks quickly peeked into a room and..the bed sheets were a mess!

“Bingo.”

Hawks dives into the covers like a kitten playing with a cat toys, throwing himself under only to met with..you.

“shit! You scared me Takada…” y/n said quietly.

shit…should I leave? No there’s no more time left to hide what do I d-

“No worries you can hide with me.” She smiled sheepishly.

god i wanna marry you.

“T-thanks…I would’ve been a cooked bird if you pushed me out.” Hawks said in a whisper level.

“We never got to continue talking..”

“y-yea?”

“Mhm…”

Awkward.

Suddenly there was loud running up the stairs, “FOUND YOU HABIKI!”

“…”

“I suppose habiki got caught…”

“And we’ll get caught if you keep speaking so loud, Takada.”

won’t lie that was kinda hot.

“m’sorry..”

“…”

at this point your staring into hawks soul, what are you thinking? hawks definitely doesn’t know.

“Can you feel anything that touches your wings? Kinda like an extra arm?”

random but okay.

“uhm…I don’t know..”

“Can I touch them?”

HOLY MARCELLO SHE WANTS TO TOUCH ME. not like that hawks. Chillax go with the flo-

“They look so soft..n’pretty..”

is it getting hot under these sheets or is it just me…

“y-yea I’m okay with that…”

“Really?” She lights up.

She slowly moves the caress the top joint of his wings.

“Fuck, that feels nice.”

“They’re so soft..” she stops, “thanks for letting me touch them..”

Wait that was it? Cmon touch a little more…!

“It felt good..kinda like when someone massages your temple?” Hawks says.

“Your name isn’t actually Takada is it?”

okay now what the holy hel, how in the world did she know-

“You’re too pretty to be just a Takada…”

She says softly.

oh thank the lord she’s just trying to flirt with me.

“N-nah that’s my real name! I think…”

He mumbles off into a sentence that can’t be heard.

“What was that?”

“I said that your….” He mumbles off again.

“One more time?”

“Isaidthatyourprettytoo….” He says far too quickly with a red face.

“I-I..well thank you…” she blushes brightly.

Her face is so red. I wanna kiss her. She so pretty, so nervous, so nice, please kiss me, please kiss me, please kiss me.

“please kiss me.”

KEIGO WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT ALOUD??

“O-oh gosh..your quite forward aren’t you??” you whisper yell.

“M’sorry! I-i didn’t mean to say that aloud!”

Hawks rambles trying to save himself.

“H-hey it’s okay! I mean I definitely wouldn’t mind b-but..!” She says quickly, and loud.

Hawks tries to hide his red face in his wing, unable to face the situation at hand.

“M’really sorry..”

“you don’t have to be sorry…” she softly touches the side of his face.

uh oh.

“I-I wouldn’t mind..”

Hawks faces you with a bright red face and slightly teary eyes from the embarrassment.

“would this be your first kiss, Takada?”

AHHHHHHHHHHHH-

“y-yes ma’am…” hawks says softly then turning his face back to his wing.

“Ma’am?” You say confused, “m’only a year older than you..”

you never know I might like older women, I mean I definitely like you.

“Takada?”

“Y-yes?” Hawks says.

“how bad do you want to kiss me out of ten?” You say quietly.

“so bad…” hawks says softly.

you slowly part your lips aiming towards his

fuck she’s so close, she smells so good, her breath smells..minty? oh god she’s gonna kiss me.

Hawks face gets redder and redder, parting his lips until-

“TAKADA I SEE YOUR WING!”

shit, did it bust out of the covers? Damn this guy for real ruined the whole moment.

“looks like you got caught, pretty bird” you says quietly, So, so close to the place hawks wanted you the most.

If hawks died right now- actually he feels like he just did. You so close calling him these names-

“TAKADA GET OUT OF THE BED WE FOUND YOU!” Aoi screamed.

Hawks jumps out of the covers, still hiding you.

“Fine, fine, you caught me…” he said jokingly

“You okay Takada? Your face is really red..” Aoi said with concern.

“Just being under the covers for so long…no need to worry.” Hawks said quickly.

Then after the game the two of you didn’t even speak of the cover situation, the hawks had to leave. Waving off everyone then getting into Akari’s car, his eyes lingering on you while they drives off.

“So, hawks, how did spreading your wings go?” Akira said.

wonderful, I thank you for me meeting my future wife. Next time I see that amazing beautiful angel I’ll give her a million kisses and then call her-

“SHIT!” hawks screamed.

“WHAT, WHAT HAPPENED?” Akira yelled.

Hawks pouted sadly.

“I forgot to ask for her number.”

At least keigo could live with the memory of your beauty.

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p2 when yall😉

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justyouraverageotaku · 10 months

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Sharing Session

Mael x Fem!Reader

Request via anon

Content Warnings: unrequited love, previous fighting mentioned, drinking, kissing, spoilers for season 3 events

You glanced in the direction of Ban and Elaine before turning your attention back to your drink. Tiny droplets of red wine clung to the rim of the glass and you focused on them trying to ignore the familiar ache in your chest. He was happy, that’s all you wanted right? Even so you couldn’t ignore the burning as you heard him laugh his wonderful laugh. He sat so happily next to her and she sat next to him just as joyfully. You had loved him for so long and yet he only had eyes for Elaine…

Your thoughts were interrupted when someone sat in the chair next to you. Assuming it was Diane or perhaps even Gowther you forced a smile and looked over at the person next to you. You were caught off guard to see fluffy white wings, wavy silvery-white hair, and blue eyes- Mael. “Mind if I sit here for a little while?” he asked. “Go ahead,” you replied, glancing over at Ban and Elaine again subconsciously before turning your attention back to your drink. “Hey y/n?” Mael said. You hummed in response. “I’m really sorry. I know that doesn’t fix anything, but I truly am. I’m sorry for hurting you, and your friends, and countless others.” You looked at him and his eyes spoke nothing but true genuine remorse for his actions, he truly regretted everything that had happened.

“Everything is fixed now Mael, you do know that right?” you found yourself saying. He looked at you so you continued, “the Demon King is dead now and you're you again.” You paused for a moment. “Mael, Estarossa wasn’t you at all. You may have been him but he was never you. Everything was the result of magic, you truly aren’t that person.” After that you both sat in silence a bit before light-hearted and friendly conversation began between the two of you. Still you couldn’t help the occasional glance at Ban and Elaine’s table. You watched Ban and the fairy get steadily drunker and more giggly. Your glances however did not go unnoticed by Mael.

“Why do you keep looking over there,” he asked in an oddly soft and slightly curious tone. He had a slight suspicion as he recognized the look on your face, but he didn’t want to assume things. You tore your eyes away from Ban and Elaine and looked at him. Everyone had seen how he acted towards Elizabeth the day you all fought, and even though you didn’t know the full story it was obvious he had fallen for her and she for someone else. Maybe it was the fact you were slightly tipsy or the fact he had asked so tenderly and with such knowing curiosity, or maybe it was the fact you felt he could relate, regardless you found yourself opening your mouth. “Well it’s sort of a long story…”

After you said that he suggested that perhaps you guys should leave the room to avoid being overheard. So you ended up in a vacant room of the Boar Hat sitting across from each other, both of you in separate plush chairs. You sat in silence for a while, him waiting patiently as you thought over what you could say. He didn’t pressure you to start talking, just looked at you with a soft look. You found yourself telling him everything. How you and Ban grew up together, how you came to love him, and how painful it was that he didn’t love you the same way. He listened, giving you his full attention without a single ounce of judgment passing over his features. You didn’t notice the tears falling softly down your cheeks until he was out of his chair, his sleeve was over his hand and carefully wiping your face.

When you finished speaking and the tears had stopped falling so heavily you looked at him. You didn’t see pity but understanding, which helped you feel a little better. You found yourself asking about Elizabeth without thinking. To your surprise he began to share his story. He told you about how he had been treated, how Elizabeth had been different, how badly it hurt when he saw she loved Meliodas. Unchecked tears fell down his face and you found your sleeve over your hand this time. By the time he had finished you realized how alike your stories were and how alike your suffering was. You both comforted each other in a way that no other person could offer; by truly, and completely, understanding. You ended up hugging each other in the center of the room. It was a warm and firm hug like you were each trying to hold each other together. When you pulled apart you found that you felt a little more whole again. Looking at him you could tell he felt the same way. You found yourself thinking that perhaps you had found yourself a new friend.

A couple days later he came to visit again. You chatted more light heartedly than the other day and you found out that he was strangely good at making you laugh. Eventually you were visiting each other almost everyday. Sometimes you’d drink with the sins, go for walks, or play games. Other times when one (or both) of you were upset you would comfort each other. You found over time the Ban and Elaine situation hurt less, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. Well until one day. You and Mael were sitting on the bed in your room. You were mostly just chatting happily and chilling. Eventually Mael started telling you about a book he happened to come across the other day. You had learned at some point that he was an avid reader, as well as someone who enjoyed art. While he was telling you about the book you found yourself watching him more intently than usual. His face held the same gentle expression as always, his eyes were nearly shining (although perhaps it was the lighting), and he wore a calm smile that you had come to love. Love. That was why the Ban and Elaine situation had hurt a little less. You had fallen in love again, but this time with Mael.

You continued to hang out with him normally. However, today Mael had seemed strangely anxious when he asked if you wanted to stargaze tonight. Perhaps he was worried about a mission or something. You resolved to ask him about it later. But now was later, and Mael had taken you to a spot on a hill where the stars seemed infinite in all directions. He still seemed nervous, even as he began to point out constellations to you. You waited until he took a breath to ask him about it. “Hey Mael?” “Yes, y/n?” “What’s got you so edgy?” To your surprise he looked away. He told you everything and you told him everything, so it was weird for him to be so avoidant. You were about to reassure him that he didn’t have to tell you if he didn’t want to when he spoke up. “Actually, I called you to ask you something.” You couldn’t see that his cheeks were tinted pink in the dark and for that he was glad. “Go ahead,” you replied softly, worried about his earlier evasion. He mumbled something too low for you to understand. You hummed in a way you did when asking someone to speak up. He finally looked at you and only then did you see his blush in the reflection of the stars and the way his eyes shone with adoration, “I’ve fallen in love with you,” he repeated gently. A whirlwind of emotions hit you at once. Comfort, relief, and happiness. “I am in love with you Mael,” you replied.

Once you gave him permission he pulled you into his arms like you were the most beautiful and delicate thing in the world. He littered you in praise, soft kisses to your hair, and whispered “I love you”s for a while; then everything fell to a peaceful calm. You both watched the stars holding each other tightly to reassure yourselves that this wasn’t a dream and that the other was really there. Many happy tears were shed by both of you. You had found in each other something both of you thought you may never get: unconditional mutual love.

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bigjuice34 · 4 months

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Private Affair (Year One)

Chapter Five

Masterlist

A/N: Love the drama, hahaha. But, as always, please let me know what you think! Hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: 5.4k

Despite hearing footsteps approaching, Freya kept her eyes closed. There was a searing pain coming from her broken left wrist, but she was comfortable from where she lay on one of the beds in the medical quadrant. Peaceful even. She could’ve easily let herself fall asleep given how exhausted she was.

“Nathan?” A female asked, causing Freya’s eyes to shoot open. She glanced to her right and saw a girl with long dark auburn hair, dressed in a scribe robe, where she stood in the large aisle between the rows of beds. The girl had her back to Freya and was talking to a man whose face Freya couldn’t see from where she was lying. The man was taller than the girl, but Freya could only see some of the brown curls that adorned the top of his head. However, she had a gut feeling she knew who he was. “What are you doing here? Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m alright,” Nathan replied. Yup, it was the wingleader. “I’m here to visit someone. How come you’re here?”

“My job,” the girl replied, holding up one of the scrolls she had in her hand. “Collecting the names for the death roll. You know how it is.”

“Of course.”

“How’s Nova?”

Nova? Freya’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. How did this scribe seem to know Nathan and why did she care about Nova? Then it hit her. Nova said she had an older sister who was a scribe, maybe this was her and she knew Nova was part of Nathan’s wing somehow. Still, that didn’t quite explain how they knew each other unless they had a history.

“She’s good,” Nathan replied with a soft, playful tone to his voice. “Kicking ass, Gemma. She’s so good.”

“Just like we knew she would,” the girl, who Freya assumed was Gemma, said. Freya felt even more confused. “Anyway, I should head back to the archives now, we’ll talk soon.”

“For sure. See you, Gem.”

Freya watched as Gemma reached up to squeeze Nathan’s arm, then moved to walk around him. Acting fast, Freya closed her eyes again and faced the ceiling, hoping she could pretend to be asleep rather than see what Nathan was there for. She knew his being there had to do with her but figured this could help avoid a conversation she didn’t want to have.

Footsteps resumed approaching and Freya could soon feel a presence beside her bed. Still, she kept her eyes shut.

“She’s awake,” a voice Freya recognized as Urvi, the female healer helping with her wrist until Nolon was available to mend it, spoke up from nearby. “Freya, you’re not fooling anyone. I saw you eavesdropping.”

Freya’s eyes shot open again and she quickly narrowed her gaze on Urvi, who was two beds to the left, changing the sheets for the next patient to use. “Thanks, Urvi.”

Sarcasm dripped from Freya’s tone, but Urvi shrugged it off and finished making the bed with an amused expression. Freya shook her head as she watched, then took a deep breath before looking at Nathan.

“I see even a broken wrist still isn’t enough to knock you down a few pegs,” Nathan said, then smirked. Freya just rolled her eyes.

“Why are you here?” She asked, annoyed, then moved to sit up, letting out a cry of agony when immense pain rippled through her again. “Fuck!”

“I told you not to move your wrist!” Urvi scolded, then rushed over to help Freya sit up properly. “You should be lying down. But, I’m gathering you’ll do what you want anyway, so what does anything I have to say matter? Are you sure you don’t want something for the pain? I can go get Winifred.”

“No, it’s alright. I’ll wait. Thank you, though.”

“And when it’s time to be mended are you going to be less stubborn?”

“Probably not,” Freya admitted, a smile tugging at her lips.

Urvi rolled her eyes but still nodded, then walked away, leaving the other two alone.

“Why aren’t you taking anything for the pain?” Nathan asked. Freya looked at him again and was surprised to see a confused but also concerned expression on his face.

“Leigheas serum distorts one's ability to communicate,” she told him with a shrug. “I know that’s what they give for pain relief and figured I’d just wait to take it until Nolon was available to mend my wrist. Didn’t want to be slurring my words while I waited. The pain is… manageable.”

Nathan shook his head.

“You’re something else.”

“And you still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“You’re right,” Nathan sighed, then glanced at the space next to Freya’s leg on the mattress. “May I sit?”

Freya’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but she quickly played it off. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

Nathan nodded, then sat on the bed next to her. Freya didn’t miss the way his hand brushed her thigh and hated that her skin tingled at the contact. She was sure he didn’t mean anything of it, and yet all Freya could think about was how they’d been that close less than 24 hours prior during their run-in when she was sneaking through the courtyard and for some odd reason, was happening again.

“I wanted to apologize,” he started. “I knew asking Jasper to step forward would catch Emetterio’s attention and would likely result in him choosing Jasper as your opponent since I told him to take that step. I wanted to see what you could do against someone larger than you, but also against someone I trusted not to kill you. You were never supposed to get seriously hurt and Jasper knew that, but you wouldn’t yield and he couldn’t just hand you the match in the position he got you in. But you had him, Freya. If you hadn’t gotten distracted, that match would’ve been yours. Easily. Regardless, though, I shouldn’t have intervened and I’m sorry.”

Freya blinked in response, taking a moment to process what Nathan said, then found herself fiddling with the bedsheet between the fingers of her right hand as she avoided eye contact.

“Freya, please say something.”

“I’m trying to figure out what to say,” she admitted, then took a breath before looking at him again. There was nothing but genuineness in his golden brown eyes. “I appreciate the apology. It’s nice to not be seen as weak for a change or assumed that I need to be protected, that seems to be a recurring theme in my life. And I guess it’s also nice to know you’re not necessarily out to kill me. Yet, at least.”

“No, I’m not,” Nathan chuckled, then shook his head. “And I don’t think you need to be protected. Again, I just wanted to see what you could do. Jasper didn’t go easy on you. You’re a force to be reckoned with.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It is one. Honestly, though, I’m surprised you trust me enough when I say all that too. I’m not lying, nor do I want you to think I am. I just can’t blame you if you did.”

Freya smiled slightly, understanding the feeling he was expressing.

“I don’t have a valid reason not to trust you, Nathan. Especially after last night when you could’ve gotten me in trouble, but didn’t, then still let me go see Xaden. I think you at least deserve the benefit of the doubt. And I’m trying to get better at not thinking everyone is against me just because of my family’s past. Maybe that’s naive of me, but it’s exhausting to constantly feel on edge about other people.”

He nodded again and continued looking at Freya with interest.

“You are fascinating, Freya,” Nathan whispered, as though he didn’t mean to say it out loud, but didn’t stop himself from doing so either.

The way he looked at her like she was the only person in the world made Freya feel some type of way. But, she tried not to dwell on the feeling.

“What do you mean by that?” She asked, lowering her voice as well. “I can’t be that interesting. We just met, you don’t know anything about me.”

“I know enough, but I would like to know more.”

“Again with you being cryptic. What do you know? No, wait, scratch that. I already know I won’t get a straight answer. But, to be honest, I’d like to know more about you too. I just don’t think now is the right time.”

“Maybe not,” Nathan agreed. “We’ve gotta get that wrist of yours mended.”

“That’d be nice,” Freya responded but didn’t didn’t look away from him. She still had a burning question she needed to see if she could get an answer to. “Nathan, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, go for it.”

“The scribe you were talking to when you came in here, was she Nova’s sister?”

Nathan blinked, surprised by Freya’s question and for the first time since he got there, he looked away from her. Something about that made Freya feel wrong, which she tried to ignore.

“Yeah, Gemma is Nova’s sister,” Nathan replied, still looking down at the ground.

“And I take it that the two of you know each other well,” Freya continued without thinking, then stopped when a dreaded feeling washed over her. There was a tinge of bitterness to Freya’s tone that even came as a surprise to her. She refused to believe that she was feeling jealous. She had no reason to be, Nathan was her wingleader. Freya had no plan to own up to the feeling of jealousy either. However, when Nathan looked at her again Freya immediately glanced away as a blush burned her cheeks, nothing was helping her case to debunk that theory.

“We do,” Nathan told her, smirking, but that went unseen by Freya.

“That’s nice.”

There was nothing more Freya wanted at that moment than for Nathan to not call her out or for the topic to be changed and luckily Nathan seemed to pick up on that.

“Can I ask you a question, Freya?”

Slowly, Freya faced him again. She studied his expression, unsure if he was going to call her out for being jealous or not, but still nodded. “Of course.”

“Why is no one here with you?” He asked. “I, uh, I almost didn't come by because I thought your friends would be here and wouldn’t want me talking to you.”

“Xaden and Garrick don’t get to decide who I talk to. I want you here. They’d have to learn to deal with that if they were still here.”

“I understand, again, I just didn’t think you’d be alone which is why I waited to come by,” Nathan explained. “I didn’t want to cause more of a scene than I already have with your friends. Figured I’d give them a chance to cool down too. Unless they’re nearby and you think I should leave.”

“That’s considerate of you, but no, they’re not here anymore,” Freya replied then shifted, wincing at the pain that shot from her wrist again. “Urvi kicked them out within 20 minutes of being here.”

“And I’d do it again,” Urvi spoke up as she approached the bed holding a small glass vial of amber liquid, something Freya assumed Urvi was going to force her to drink so the pain would subside. “Those two kept getting in my way and would not shut their mouths. This one can stay though, Freya. He seems nice.”

Freya smiled, still facing Urvi, then glanced at Nathan.

“He is nice,” she stated and felt a flutter in her stomach when she saw Nathan smile too. Then, Freya looked at Urvi again. “What’s the vial for?”

“It’s to help with the pain.”

“Urvi, I don’t need it right now,”

“It’s not an option, dear,” a new voice spoke up and Freya looked behind Urvi to see an older woman, also clearly a healer, approached. Nolon followed closely behind, Freya recognized him as one of the higher-ups she saw during Conscription Day. “You need to drink it.”

“This is Winifred and Nolon,” Urvi explained as she handed Freya the vial. “They’re going to mend your wrist now. Wingleader, could you help me close this curtain around the bed so we have some privacy?”

“Of course,” Nathan responded, then got up off the bed and helped Urvi tug the curtain that surrounded Freya’s bed closed.

“Nathan?” Nolon asked when he entered through the curtains a moment later. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, uh, Freya is part of my wing. I figured I should check in on her.”

That’s it? Freya couldn’t help but feel a little hurt at his response. She was under the impression he cared enough to check in on her, not that it was an obligation.

“There were other members of the fourth wing in here today, I don’t recall you coming to check in on them,” Urvi stated bluntly. Freya knew she’d have to thank her for that one day.

“Right, uh,” Nathan stammered, then tried to avoid eye contact with everyone in their confined space. “So Freya’s wrist.”

Freya had to bite her tongue to keep herself from laughing at how he tried so desperately to change the subject. However, she was still kind of hurt by him treating his visit like a chore. She didn’t ask him to be there, he just showed up. Was it too naive of her to think his intentions might’ve been different?

“Yes, it’s definitely broken,” Winifred announced as she gently placed her hand on Freya’s arm so she could inspect it better. “Can we just get your full name, Freya? We need it for the records. And please drink the leigheas serum.”

“Ok, I will,” Freya replied as she watched Urvi reach over to twist off the top of the vial for her since she couldn’t use her left hand to do it herself. “Thank you for mending me. My name is Freya Tarlor.”

“Tarlor?” Nolon asked, making Freya pause as she went to drink the serum. “I heard that name yesterday and I couldn’t help but wonder, do you have any relation to Caden Tarlor?”

“Yes, he’s my older brother. Well, was.”

“Oh, my,” Winifred gasped, then looked at Freya sympathetically. “Caden was one of the greatest menders I’ve ever seen. A mender signet is already so extremely rare and to think Navarre lost two of the strongest ones in history because of the same battle.”

Freya knew she was referring to Brennan Sorrengail as the other mender. He was seen as a hero to almost everyone whereas Caden was a traitor.

“You knew my brother?”

“We knew him very well, he helped out a lot in here during his years at the college,” Nolon stated. “He saved a lot of lives during his time here and went on to continue doing the same. Your brother was a great loss to this kingdom. And I’m sorry for your loss, Freya.”

“Thank you,” Freya replied and nodded. It was odd for her to hear someone who wasn’t on the rebellion side speak so highly of her brother, but she wasn’t surprised that he left such a good lasting impression. Caden was the best person she knew.

“Right, now let’s get that wrist of yours fixed up.”

Freya looked down at the vial she was still holding as everyone else seemed to circle her bed, preparing for what Nolon had to do to mend her wrist, then downed the serum. She grimaced at how bitter it tasted but didn’t complain as she handed the empty vial to Urvi. She was about to lay back down, but then her gaze fell on Nathan again as he stood out of the way of the other three.

“Would you like me to leave?” He asked and Freya knew he didn’t mean it in the sense that he didn’t want to be there. Nathan would only leave if she wanted him to.

Freya shook her head no.

“Please stay,” she whispered and that was all the convincing he needed.

Nathan was at her bedside again a moment later, helping her lay back down, but making sure to stay out of Nolon and Winifred’s way. Freya let her eyes flutter shut and hummed pleasantly as she felt the serum get to work as it spread through her body. Gradually, the pain coming from her wrist started to dull.

“This is going to hurt,” Nolon warned, making Freya open her eyes again. “And will continue to ache for a few weeks.”

“Thass ok,” Freya slurred then groaned, while Nathan chuckled. “Gods, pleasejustmendme.”

“Of course, Freya.”

“You’re going to want to bite down on this,” Urvi said while holding a strap of leather near Freya’s mouth.

Freya complied and bit down on the leather. Nervousness took over as she mentally prepared herself for the inevitable pain she was about to endure to heal her wrist, but before she could get too in her head about it, someone’s hand gently linked itself with her right hand and squeezed. The gesture caught Freya off guard, but when she glanced over and saw that it was Nathan, she relaxed.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised and Freya felt a flutter in her stomach again.

“Alright, are you ready?” Nolon asked. Freya took a deep breath, then nodded.

She watched as Nolon raised his hands above his head, the same way she had seen Caden do many times before. He began making a twisting motion and suddenly some of the most intense pain Freya had ever felt in her life came from her wrist, causing her to bite down hard on the leather as she screamed in agony. Tears filled her eyes as the screaming and pain continued, but it all came to an end when she passed out as a result of it.

~*~

Freya and Nathan remained silent as they walked back to the riders quadrant together. Once Nolon finished mending Freya’s wrist, it took her a little over an hour to wake back up. By the time she was discharged and allowed to return to her quadrant, it was already after curfew. However, she knew Nathan would make sure they didn’t get in trouble when all they were doing was walking back to the dorms.

“Thanks for staying,” Freya finally broke the silence as they finished climbing the last couple of stairs leading back to the riders quadrant. She felt anxious about starting the conversation and found herself fiddling with the loose strands of the sling her left arm was to reside in until her wrist didn’t cause her as much pain anymore. “I’m sure there are other things you’d rather be doing.”

“It’s no problem at all,” Nathan assured while they turned down the hallway that led back to the dorms.

Freya couldn’t tell if his walking her back to the barracks was to make sure she didn’t go sneaking off after curfew again or because he genuinely didn’t mind, but she didn’t feel like asking either. The two of them continued walking and weren’t far from the barracks when Nathan came to an abrupt stop and glanced behind them.

“What’s wrong?” Freya asked, concern lacing her voice as she looked back as well but only saw darkness. The air suddenly got drastically cooler, making Freya shiver like she had the night prior when Nathan stopped her before returning to the girl's barracks. “Nathan?”

“We’re being listened to,” he replied, keeping his eyes on a nearby pillar that they’d already walked past. “I know you’re there and that it’s after curfew. Show yourself.”

Freya watched him in shock as his expression remained cold and hard, keeping his eyes fixated on that one pillar. A few moments went by and no one stepped out from behind it.

“Nathan, I don’t think anyone is there, we-.”

“Now, Nova,” Nathan interrupted and Freya felt even more lost than before.

However, after a long pause, a female silhouette stepped out from behind the pillar and Freya knew it was her friend. Well, who she thought could eventually be a friend, but now she wasn’t so sure with their eavesdropping on her conversation with Nathan.

“You and your damn air-wielding,” Nova fumed as she approached them, stopping a few feet in front of them. A cool breeze soon flew by them, blowing Freya’s no longer braided hair around. “Is a pain in my ass.”

“What are you doing out after curfew?” Nathan asked her, a firmness to his tone as he spoke. “You could get in so much shit if you get caught.”

“We were supposed to meet up, remember?” Nova challenged while crossing her arms.

Nathan sighed as realization donned on his features.

“Fuck, that’s right. I’m sorry, Noves. I was in the healer quadrant.”

“With her, I know. Hey, Freya. How’s the wrist?”

“No longer broken,” Freya responded, then shook her head so she didn’t lose focus on the interaction that was playing out in front of her. “Wait a minute, air-wielding?”

“Yeah,” Nathan started, then took a breath. “It’s my signet. I can control the wind and air.”

That explained the sudden change in the air’s temperature and random breezes that happened whenever Nathan was around, Freya thought. But still, there was something else she didn’t understand and she was starting to feel overwhelmed as her mind began to race.

“H-how do the two of you know each other? How did you know what his signet was? Am I losing my mind?”

“No, you’re not,” Nova explained softly, then looked at Nathan.

“Can one of you please tell me what the fuck is going on then?” Freya pleaded.

“You wanna tell her, or me?” Nova asked Nathan. Freya immediately moved her gaze back to the wingleader and waited for his response.

“Nova is my younger sister,” Nathan revealed.

Freya’s mouth fell open in shock. “Sister!?”

“It’s true, he’s my brother,” Nova reiterated.

“Oh, gods. Wait, so the scribe you were talking to-.”

“Is also our sister,” Nathan finished for her. “There’s three of us. I’m the oldest, Gemma is the middle and Nova is the youngest.”

“You saw Gem?” Nova gasped. “When? What did she say?”

“Not now, Nova,” Nathan hissed at his sister but kept his eyes on Freya. She’d fallen silent and he didn’t miss the hurt that showed on her features as she processed what she’d been told. He wasn’t sure what compelled him but instinctively, Nathan reached toward her, feeling an intense want to comfort her like he had in the healer quadrant earlier. “Freya-.”

She immediately stepped away from him.

“Please, don’t touch me,” Freya whispered then glanced between the other two, the hurt becoming more prominent in her eyes with each passing second. Freya looked like she wanted to say more, but instead turned away from them so she could start walking down the hall again. “I’m going to bed.”

“Freya, we can talk about this,” Nathan tried to reason, reaching toward her again but stopping himself to comply with her wishes.

“Neither of us wanted to upset you,” Nova spoke up and Freya stopped.

“The most annoying part is that I’m more frustrated with myself than I am with either of you,” Freya explained as she turned to face them again, the defences she let down since crossing the parapet were back up and stronger than ever. “I was honest with both of you. I spoke about my past and my family because… because I felt I could trust the two of you, but neither of you could do the same to me. You’re siblings and deliberately didn’t tell me. Gods, I’m so stupid. This is my own fault. Why did either of you bother making an effort to befriend me, hm? Was it to get information because I’m a marked one? Or was it because, like everyone else in this fucking place, the two of you think a child of rebellion leaders can’t exist peacefully in your perfect little kingdom?”

Nova shook her head and stepped forward.

“It’s not like that, Freya! We’re not against you. I know it’s only been a day, but the moment you helped me on the parapet, I knew you were good. That you weren’t this evil being we’ve been warned about for the past three years because of what your parents did or that you should be avoided because of that relic on your arm. You’re not like most of the people in here. You genuinely care about others and give them the benefit of the doubt, that’s why I wanted to befriend you because this place is full of people who only care about themselves and their survival. What I’m gathering about you, though, is that you’re weary of trusting people and letting them in. You have every right to feel that way given how harsh and unfair this world has been to you. However, that’s one hell of a lonely life to live if it results in you clinging to the first excuse you’re given just so you can close yourself off from anyone who cares about you. And we do care about you, Freya. You’ve shown us enough already to know you’re worthy of that because of how selfless you are. Do you think I would’ve fought that girl in the barracks yesterday morning if I didn’t care that they were trying to kill you? Or Bennett would’ve reminded you of the dagger in your boot if they wanted those girls to be successful in their attack? I get that you have the people you already trust, but it is possible to build other relations during your time here. I thought we could potentially be very good friends, but you didn’t even give me a chance to explain the situation.”

Freya remained silent, blinking as she processed the tangent Nova just went on. There was no denying that Nova made valid points. Freya had always been hesitant to build new relationships with people, but something about Nova, Bennett and Nathan made her think she didn’t need to be. She hated the feeling of letting her guard down but with them, it came easily. And that was terrifying to her. Freya always thought being too trusting made her naive and that was a fair assumption to have, but it wasn’t fair to apply that to every new interaction she had with people. How would she know what a relationship could develop into if she didn’t give it the chance to be anything? Nova was right, it was a lonely life.

“You’re right,” Freya finally spoke again and shook her head. “I should’ve let you explain instead of just assuming the worst. We met a day ago, but here you are calling me out on my bullshit and helping save my life. Maybe this is naive of me to say, but I don’t think someone who doesn’t have my best interests in mind would do that.”

“Trusting people doesn’t make you naive, Freya,” Nova explained. “And having feelings you’re unsure of doesn’t make you weak.”

Damn, she hit the nail right on the head again. Freya took a deep breath and nodded.

“And what about you?” She asked, turning her attention back to Nathan. “I didn’t help you on the parapet, we’re not squad mates and our bunks aren’t next to each other. What does it matter to you if I closed you out? You could’ve just let me walk.”

Nathan looked at her, clearly debating his words before speaking again.

“You saved my little sister,” he responded. “You seem like you could be a good friend for her, I didn’t want that relationship severed.”

“Nathan, you’re an idiot,” Nova groaned, but Freya didn’t pay any attention to her comment. She was too taken aback by what Nathan said and couldn’t help but scoff.

“That’s it?” Freya started, then let out a sarcastic laugh when Nathan didn’t respond. “I really am just an obligation to you, aren’t I? How dare I think you were worried and even remotely cared about me. It was a waste of my time thinking anything between us wasn’t purely transactional. My mistake, wingleader.”

“Freya, it’s a lot more complicated than that,” Nathan stated.

“What is so complicated? Why are you so invested in me and not any other first year?”

“I don’t know.”

“Fuck, what do you know then?” Freya asked, her voice raising, but she stood so she could take a breath and calm down. She was immediately brought back to their conversation in the courtyard the night before and it made her head hurt. “No, I can’t do this right now. I need to go to bed. Nova, can we talk in the morning? I’d like to hear your side of everything.”

“Of course,” Nova said with a nod. “Would you like me to walk back with you?”

“No, I just need to be alone right now. It’s been a long day. Thank you, though. I’ll see you in the barracks if I’m still awake when you get back.”

Freya took another breath, then looked at Nathan again while he continued watching her with a hard, unreadable expression. It made her furious. Gone was the warm, sweet guy she spoke with then went on to hold her hand while her wrist was mended in the healer quadrant and back was the cold, harsh wingleader who made it impossible for anyone to know what he was thinking.

“Just leave me alone, Nathan,” Freya spoke again then abruptly turned her back to him and continued making her way to the barracks. This time, no one stopped her.

“Idiot,” Nova muttered again just before Freya rounded a corner and soon got out of their sight. Freya knew Nova was speaking to Nathan, so she decided not to show any indication that she’d heard the comment. She just wanted to sleep.

Soon, Freya entered the hallway that separated the boy's and girl’s barracks from each other. The hallway looked identical to the way it did the night before when she snuck back inside, but this time Freya knew Nathan wasn’t lurking in the shadows. However, when she heard a low whistle, she knew someone else was.

“I’m not in the mood for games, Xaden,” Freya stated, coming to a stop as she waited for her best friend to show himself.

“My apologies,” Xaden said before stepping out from the shadows just a couple of feet ahead. He was very aware that Freya wasn’t too happy with him after he indirectly caused her broken wrist and couldn’t blame her either. “I just wanted to check in on you, Fern. How’s the wrist?”

“Mended.”

“That’s good.”

Xaden reached up to scratch the back of his neck at the awkward silence that resumed between them. Freya just rolled her eyes.

“What’s the actual reason you’re out here?” She asked. “You know better than to test me when I’m already pissed off at you.”

“I know, I know,” Xaden started, holding his hands up in defence. “I did want to make sure you were ok, though.”

“What else?”

Xaden sighed.

“I saw the wingleader making his way toward the healer quadrant after Garrick and I got back. I was going to ask if he came to see you.”

“He did,” Freya admitted. “But it’s alright, I don’t think he’ll interfere with us anymore. I made it very clear I wanted to be left alone.”

“But Freya, that doesn’t mean he’ll listen,” Xaden explained. “We can’t let our guard down with him.”

“I won’t,” Freya replied and mentally cursed herself over the fact that she almost did let her guard down with Nathan in more ways than one. “Anyways, I’m going to go to bed. I’m exhausted.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk? Something seems to be bothering you, Fern.”

“I’m sure. We can talk tomorrow.”

“Ok,” Xaden nodded, then stepped forward. He looked her over, then reached up to delicately tuck her hair behind her ear again, making Freya relax. Something about Xaden and that specific gesture brought her so much comfort. It also made her heart beat for what felt like a thousand beats a minute. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

Freya’s heart swelled at his words, but she was quick to shake her head free of any thoughts she may form because of it. She also tried to ignore the nagging thought she had echoing in her brain that Nathan happened to be the centre of.

“Goodnight, Xaden.”

#fourth wing fanfic #fourth wing fanfiction #xaden riorson fanfic #xaden riorson fanfiction #xaden riorson imagine #fourth wing imagine #the empyrean fanfic #xaden riorson x ofc #xaden riorson

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holdmecloser-gandydancer · 2 years

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11 and blupjeans? :3

I think I only know like, 2 songs on here, and this is one of them, and Hadestown blupjeans is so <3 <3 <3 lol

from this prompt list!!

Barry clutches his suitcase close to him and hustles down the escalator much to the chagrin of the other people standing nicely off to the right, holding the handrail, and otherwise following all kinds of escalator protocol. He usually has no qualms with waiting patiently but this escalator is comically long and he’s in a hurry.

He glances at his wrist and shakes his head because of course he isn’t wearing a watch, he hasn’t worn a watch since his prized Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles digital watch that played the theme song every hour on the hour got lost in the community pool when he was fifteen. That watch isn’t there to help him but the all too familiar metallic hissing and clanging of the metro elucidates a rough approximation of the time.

He slides the suitcase under the turnstile while launching himself over it, ignoring the stern shouts from the security guard. It takes him an extra moment pick the suitcase off the slippery tiles but then he’s off again taking another escalator steps two at a time only to find his way blocked by a tourist family taking up both sides of the escalator. He anxiously peers over the railing to see the blue line, his blue line slowly chugging away like a sluggish caterpillar of an unnatural size. He looks up at the board only to confirm what he already knows; the next southbound blue line train won’t be coming for another forty minutes due to construction. By that time, his flight will already be leaving without him. He sets his suitcase down in defeat and slumps down to sit upon its worn leather shell. He knows it’s going to be a whole extra day before he gets to see Lup; their time together is always so fleeting as it is with both of them working and going to school full time. This long weekend was supposed to be three uninterrupted days of takeout and not leaving Lup’s apartment.

Of course he had to put in a little overtime at the library today; he’s just such a good worker and never complains! At least that’s what the older women who supervise him say.

He sits and wallows for a few minutes before standing up and going to the mostly empty bank of payphones. He fishes some change out of his pocket and holds the receiver in his hand. He takes a breath before feeding the coins into the slot and dialing Lup’s number. He holds the silvery cord as a kind of lifeline.

“Hello?”

“Lup, hey.”

“Barry! Hey,” A pause. Certainly she’s checking the clocks that hang over her kitchen sink; the blue one on the end set to Barry’s time zone. “Are you at the airport?”

“Marjorie asked me to work a little longer today.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m at the metro station right now.”

“Babe, your flight leaves in an hour.” She knows his metro stop is about thirty minutes from the airport. She knows just how tight a time crunch this would be.

“And the next train doesn’t come for another forty minutes.”

A quiet sigh like she’s blowing out a birthday candle for a pillbug. “So you’re going to miss that flight.”

“I think so.” It’s non-committal. It’s overly hopeful. But he doesn’t want to just dash her hopes.

An extended pause. The only thing that lets Barry know she’s still on the line is Lup’s obnoxiously loud coffeemaker on what is certainly the second pot of the day; probably second of a few, no thanks to Barry. “I’m gonna see what I can do.”

An involuntary laugh escapes his lips; not one dusted in malice but simply steeped in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I know a pilot who owes me a favor,” Lup says, her voice muffled in a way that makes Barry certain that there’s a pencil clenched between her teeth while she flips through her bloated and worn address book. “It might be tight but I think there might be a way that I can have your ass in my apartment before tomorrow afternoon.”

Too quickly Barry’s heart is soaring like a hubris-filled teen with waxen wings. “Really?” he breathes.

“I think so. It might be pretty late tonight.”

“How late?”

She makes a noise of displeasure. “2? Maybe 3?”

“Wait for me?”

“I will,” she says warmly. “We can have a big feast and go to bed with our stomachs hurting.”

“As long as I’m with you, nothing sounds better.”

“Call me back in about thirty minutes with what you want from Taste of Thai and I’ll hopefully have an itinerary for you.”

“Will do. Love you.”

“Love you.”

#rip (reeses in pieces)#tentatively-positive-3 #reese writes #taz #the adventure zone #taz balance #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup #thanks gab! this is just a cute little au #idk maybe it takes place in like the 90s? don't ask me i just work here and my brain is all blegh

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mirkwoodshewolf · 2 years

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I am the Celestial of Death Chap. 2; Bilbo Baggins’ 111th birthday

*Author’s note*

Okay so these author notes may be cut short cause I want you all to enjoy the binge reading I’ve got for you all for this sequel. Again this is the opening to FOTR with Bilbo’s 111th birthday so nothing to really give warning about, next couple of chapters there may be some warning beyond the canon violence that’s in here (nothing too graphic just maybe some horror/PTSD elements but I’m getting ahead of myself).

For now enjoy the best birthday chapter in the world!

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Fireworks exploded in the night sky, music played nice and loud, and everywhere Hobbits of every age were dancing or sitting down having a bit of cake and a mug of ale, or sitting in groups smoking their pipes.

I was maneuvering my way through the crowd by dancing alongside them when I noticed Frodo push Sam into the dancing circle, right into the arms of the hobbit lass by the name of Rosie Cotton. Dear Sam had always had a fancy for Rosie ever since he was but a young Hobbit lad. I came over by Frodo and said to him.

“Guess he tried to chicken out again?”

“You know Sam. But Rosie eagerly accepted his dance and doesn’t seem to let him go as a dance partner.”

“One of these days he’ll work up the courage. But he’s lucky to have a matchmaker like you.” I said nudging his shoulder. He laughed softly as I went to reach for my bracelet only to remember I didn’t have it anymore. Even after all these years I sometimes forget that I gave it back to Haldir, gods the look of heartbreak and rage in his eyes at the time.

“Hela? Are you alright?” I turned to see Frodo looking at me concerningly, his blue eyes emphasizing his worry for me.

“I’m fine Frodo. Tis nothing you need worry about. Come on, care to dance with a Celestial?”

“It would be my pleasure.” He said with a pop off his seat and graciously bowed before me. I stood up and curtsied and took Frodo’s hands and we skipped together into the dancing circle.

After a little while, Frodo and I parted ways so that he could find Bilbo and I could go find the little Hobbits who I knew were going to want to hear my stories of adventures and thrills after Bilbo’s story time. He always did like telling the story of our encounter with the trolls (even I’ll admit out of that entire quest, it is probably the most entertaining because those trolls truly were idiotic and slow in the head).

A few of the children came over to me demanding to hear some of my stories.

“Hela tell us a story!”

“Tell us about your people and your powers!”

“No, no tell us about how you slayed down dragons and goblins!” I smiled at them before turning to the light of the moon and smiled.

“How about this, ever hear the tale of the Celestial that sees through the moon?” I asked them. The children all shook their heads no. “Then sit down my little Hobbits and Lady Hela will tell you the story.”

I sat down on the grass alongside them as they all gathered around me. A couple of young hobbits sitting on either side of me as they all waited patiently for me to tell the story.

“Long, long, long ago. There was a Celestial of Starlight. He was brave, strong, loyal and a fearsome warrior. But he also had a kind heart and a friendly smile. Those that did wrong in the world faced his mighty Starlight wrath, but to the innocent, he always had a gentle hand.” I poked a young boy hobbit’s nose and he giggled. While I grew a yellow flower, picked it up from the ground and turned to the little hobbit girl who sat in front of me. “And gave out flowers.” She took the flower and smelled it. “But he held a great sorrow in his heart. For his family had been taken away from him, taken by a monster of Shadow and Flame.”

I then used Sprite’s illusions to create a constellation of a Balrog. It’s great wings opened up and it let out a roar. The children all coward in fear at the beast as I made it disappear.

“The Starlight Celestial vowed to slaughter the great beast that took his family away from him. He had to go through many trials and dangers to find the great beast.” I then made an illusion of Cain (although I didn’t use his full face. I made him appear the way I first met him but in the traditional Starlight Celestial uniform).

I made armies of orcs and goblins, dragons and great beasts appear as Cain battled them all.

“Until finally he came face to face with his greatest foe.” I made the Balrog appear before Cain, with the whip in its clawed grip. “With a mighty flash from its whip, the Celestial fought against this great beast when suddenly—” as I made the Balrog whip Cain’s face, a sharp and loud screech was heard and I saw a great big firework shoot up into the sky and it morphed itself into a dragon.

The kids all hopped up and were in awe of the mighty dragon that shot up into the night sky, it’s wings starting to open up and fly back. Soon the excitement and awe in the crowd turned to horror as the dragon got a little too close to everyone. I gathered the children and told them to stay together and not be afraid.

I told them to get down and they did just that while I shielded as many as I could with not only my body but Thena’s shields as well. The dragon firework flew over the lake before briefly disappearing and then going off with the biggest boom I had seen a firework make.

“Are all of you okay?” I asked the children dropping my shields. They all nodded and choired out.

“Yes Miss Hela.” I stroked as many little hobbit heads as I could before standing up to investigate just what—or I should say who caused that dragon firework to go off. And it seemed I wasn’t the only one wanting to know.

“You too huh?” I asked.

“Mmm. And I’ve got an idea of just who the mischief makers are.” He said to me.

“I believe you and I are thinking the same thing Gandalf. But just where are they is the question?” Gandalf tapped my shoulder and we saw smoke just a few yards away from us as well as a missing tent. I looked to him and he decided to make the first move while I followed behind him.

“That was good.” Said one of the two mischievous hobbits behind the mayhem.

“Let’s get another one.” Said his younger counterpart. Gandalf snuck up behind them and gripped both their ears tightly which made them groan in pain as they looked up.

“Meriadoc Brandybuck. And Peregrin Took. We might’ve known.” I crouched in front of them and I said.

“What say you Gandalf? What punishment befits these wee devils? For nearly scaring the little ones I say turn them into mice and I can morph into a cat. See how they like it?”

“Oh please Hela don’t do that! We didn’t mean it!” Peregrin aka Pippin pleaded to me.

“Yes, yes it was all just a bit of fun! I told someone to stick it in the ground outside of the tent, but someone lit the fuse too early.” Meriadoc aka Merry said to me. His eyes gesturing over to Pippin as he kept saying ‘someone’.

“It was in the ground and it was your idea!”

“Enough bickering!” I snapped at them lightly which got them to be quiet.

“No need Hela. I’ve got something else in mind.” Gandalf said.

Washing dishes. A fairly decent punishment, at least it’ll keep them out of trouble.

“Once you both are finished, you both are to go to the Hobbit families of the children I was entertaining and apologize to them for nearly scaring them with your antics.” I told them as I took a bite of my cake.

“Yes Hela.” They both said in a trance-like response. It was then the crowd went in an uproar praising Bilbo to make his birthday speech. Bilbo at first just drank away at his ale before finally giving into the crowd’s demand. He walked over and climbed up on top of a barrel, the cheering grew louder as Bilbo began to greet every Hobbit family.

“My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks.” With each family name he proclaimed, a proud cheer came from those families. “Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles, and Proudfoots.”

“Proudfeet!” exclaimed an elderly, chubby hobbit in a snappy tone correcting Bilbo’s name proclamation which made everyone laugh.

“Today is my 111th birthday!” I clapped along with the hobbits and raised my cup to him giving him an affectionate wink. “But alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable Hobbits.” Some of the crowd clapped while others aww’d at Bilbo’s compliment. “I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”

Wow, whether that was a compliment or an insult even I couldn’t tell and neither could any of the Hobbits. But it still made me slightly grin at the corner of my lips.

“I uhh….” Bilbo trailed off as he pushed the right side of his jacket aside, his fingers going down into his waistcoat pocket like it always does. “I ha-have things to do.” I noticed a gleam of something gold go into his palm as his hand went behind his back. I turned to Gandalf to see that he too, was suspicious about Bilbo’s strange behavior. “I’ve put this off for far too long.” I saw his lips say as he whispered it. “I regret to announce this is the end.” He spoke louder. “I’m going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell. Goodbye.”

And just like that he disappeared and the crowd went in an uproar of shock and bewilderment.

Oh my gods it-it couldn’t be…..I turned to Gandalf worriedly and saw his eyes had grown wide but held a sharpness to them. He turned to me gesturing with his head for me to come with him and I used Makkari’s speed to get us back to Bilbo’s home before he could.

We stood by Bilbo’s fireplace waiting for him to arrive. I turned to Gandalf and signed to him.

‘You don’t think….’

“I do not know yet Hela. But we mustn’t jump to any conclusions. Not yet at the very least.” He said as he signed back to me. Bilbo soon came walking by with his walking stick and a couple of candles in hand as Gandalf said to him. “I suppose you think that was terribly clever.” Bilbo slightly jumped before he told us.

“Come on Gandalf. Did you see their faces?” I dropped Makkari’s power and spoke.

“There are many magic rings in this world Bilbo Baggins, and none of them should be used lightly.”

“It was just a bit of fun Hela.” He told me as he began packing. One raise of my brow at him and he dropped the act and said, “Oh, you’re probably right. As usual.” He walked over to his fireplace to grab his pipe. “You both will keep an eye on Frodo, won’t you?”

“Four eyes.” Gandalf answered for the both of us. “As often as we can spare them.”

“I’m leaving everything to him.” Bilbo continued as he gathered up all his belongings for his trip to Rivendell.

“What about this ring of yours?” Gandalf asked. “Is that staying too?”

“Yes, yes. It’s in an envelope over there on the mantelpiece.” Bilbo told him. But as Gandalf went to search for it, Bilbo paused and said in a distant tone. “No….wait, it’s…..here in my pocket.” He reached into his pocket and pulled it out.

Already I could sense something dark radiating in the room, and it was all coming from that little golden ring. A familiar dark power.

“Isn’t that….isn’t that odd now?” Bilbo started off as he kept his eye on the little ring, fiddling with it between his fingers staring down at it in a weirdly, possessive way. Like a starving man to some fresh meat. “Yes, after all, why not? Why shouldn’t I keep it?”

“I think you should leave the ring behind, Bilbo.” Gandalf suggested. “Is that so hard?” Bilbo snapped out of his lustful trance turning to us.

“Well, no….and yes.” His tone at first sounding innocent before going harsh and possessive. “Now it comes to it, I don’t feel like parting with it. It’s mine I found it! It came to me!”

“Now there’s no need to get angry.” I reassured him.

“Well if I’m angry, it’s your fault!” he snapped at me. My eyes twitched and my heart skipped a beat in fear. Never before has Bilbo acted this way before, even when he would lose his temper it was never like this.

And then he said a phrase that has not been uttered but by only one creature.

“It’s mine. My own……my precious.”

“Precious?” Gandalf and I both questioned.

“It’s been called that before, but not by you.” Gandalf said. Bilbo then turned to us with a sharp turn of his head and snapped at us animalistically like a rapid animal.

“What business is it of yours what I do with my own things?!”

“Bilbo I think you’ve had that ring for long enough.” I told him in a firm tone.

“You want it for yourselves. Both of you!”

“BILBO BAGGINS!!” Gandalf and I both proclaimed. My hands glowed with my Celestial power, my hair standing on end like sails in the wind as I slightly levitated over the ground, my eyes glowing pure white.

While in Gandalf’s case he grew larger and the room grew dark just like it once did in the company of Thorin Oakenshield when he tried to convince the dwarves to allow Bilbo to join in the Quest to reclaim Erebor.

“DO NOT TAKE US FOR SOME CONJURER OF CHEAP TRICKS!!!” Gandalf’s voice going into the deep, intimidating voice while mine echoed like a thousand voices. “We are not trying to rob you.” We eased out magic and I lowered myself back down to the ground as I told him in a softer, more assuring tone.

“We’re trying to help you.” Bilbo’s fear immediately turned to sorrow as he came up to me. I lowered myself down to his height and embraced him as he softly wept into my chest. I stroked his curly, grey hair.

“All these long years that we’ve been friends. My dear little Hobbit. Trust Gandalf and I as you once did.” I cupped the side of his face wiped the tearstains from his face, as well as the tears that were in the corner of his eye.

“She’s right Bilbo. Let it go.” Gandalf said as he joined us.

“You’re right. Hela and Gandalf. The ring must go to Frodo.” With a sniffle he walked away and placed his backpack on his back. “It’s late. The road is long. Yes, it is time.” He walked towards his door and opened it. However before he stepped out I told him as I stood up.

“Bilbo….” He stopped. “The ring is still in your pocket.” He turned to me nervously like a child who had been caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. A slight nervous smile and he said as he dug into his pocket holding the ring in his hand.

“Yes.” He muttered. He stared down at the ring, his hand slightly tremoring almost like he was still trying to keep it with him. Gandalf stood at my side as we watched Bilbo carefully until finally he let it drop to the floor with a clank.

Immediately after that he walked out of his home and we followed him out. He paused for a moment before telling us out of the blue.

“I thought up an ending for my book.” He turned to us and he continued, “‘And he lived happily ever after, till the end of his days’.”

“And we’re sure you will, our dear friend.” Gandalf said as he knelt down before Bilbo.

“Goodbye Gandalf.” He said as he held out his hand. Gandalf took his hand in both of his and bid him goodbye.

“Goodbye, dear Bilbo.” He gave him a wink before Bilbo turned to me. I knelt down before him and he said to me.

“Goodbye Hela.” I smiled and cupped the side of his face.

“Goodbye my dear little friend. May the Light of the Moon guide you on your path safely.” I then gave him a Celestial kiss on his forehead.

A kiss to protect and guide him safely till he would reach Rivendell where I knew he would spend the rest of his years in quiet and comfort.

I also embraced my favorite Hobbit and he hugged me back before he began his travels singing the same song Gandalf was singing on our way here. I stood up close to Gandalf as we both whispered together,

“Until our next meeting.”

Gandalf opened the door slowly and there right at our feet was Bilbo’s ring. The golden band bouncing off light from the fireplace yet there was an air of evil and darkness surrounding it. I slowly walked around it while Gandalf took a couple steps around it, the two of us slowly leaning down towards it.

“You feel it too don’t you?” he asked me in more of a statement than a question.

“I’ve only felt this evil once before. And it was inside me. Gandalf…..please tell me this isn’t what I fear it is.” He didn’t respond to me only just slowly reached his hand over it. As his fingers nearly grabbed it, I was caught with a flashback of the Great Eye as I let out a gasp and Gandalf’s hand retreated from the ring.

“Hela—”

“I must seek council with him. I’m sorry Gandalf. Tell Frodo I’m sorry for my sudden departure.”

“I know my dear Celestial. Do what you must.” He said comfortingly as he placed a hand on my shoulder. I smiled before shifting into Makkari’s uniform and quickly speeding out of the Shire.

I ran past all the rolling fields, the forests, past Farmer Maggot’s fields and finally came out of Hobbiton altogether. The light of the moon gazed it’s white light upon the land and I got into meditation position.

Taking a few deep breaths in and out I used Druig’s magic to reach out to Cain.

‘Cain. Brother Cain do you hear me?’ I waited for a response. All the whole Bilbo’s familiar phrase.

“It’s mine, My own. My precious.” Kept haunting over my thoughts, lingering like a dark presence.

‘Brother, please! I must speak with you!’ I reached out urgently. The light of the moon seemed to grow brighter as it’s rays shined down upon me and soon Cain’s warm comforting voice spoke back to me.

‘I’m here little sister. I’m here.’ A flash of light and I found myself deep within my mind just like before and there stood Cain. His shining eyes staring in my general direction. “Whatever is the matter little sister? Surely after attending a birthday party of your dear Hobbit friend Bilbo Baggins you would not call me in this distress manner.”

“Brother Cain…...” I told him. “We, Gandalf and I….we believe to have found it.” His head tilted slightly. “The One Ring.” At this his face grew grim and he turned away. “I could be wrong but—there was an evil about it. An evil I’ve felt but only once before.”

“When Sauron’s spirit tried to possess your body. Yes I remember. Gods never did I wish to have my full power again to save you. Balrogs and Deviants are one thing but to have the Dark Lord’s very spirit inside your head…..” he came up to me cupping my face in his hands.

“I know Cain. I know you would’ve done all you could to send his spirit out of me. That’s why I came to you after the Battle of the Five Armies.” He nodded. “But now 60 years after it all happened, surely Bilbo couldn’t have found it then.”

“But you must also remember Hela, the creature Gollum took it deep into the Misty Mountains. And for 500 years in his cave the Ring consumed and poisoned his mind before abandoning him.”

“You saw him pick it up then?”

“I cannot sense evil like you can. Part of being the Celestial of Death is that objects of pure evil can be sensed by only you and no other Celestial. It’s power was dormant even when in Bilbo’s possession.”

“Until now. Sauron’s ready to return to full strength.”

“It’s heard it’s Master’s call. And He will summon all of his forces to find it.”

“But-but the Ring it’s……Frodo. Oh gods Frodo I must go back and tell them.”

“I’m afraid you cannot Hela.” He told me. I backed away from him and demanded.

“Why not!? We’ve confirmed it that Ring is in fact Sauron’s Ring.”

“Mithrandir is doing his own investigation and he will tell Frodo if it is indeed the Ring of Power. You however must not go near that Ring until such time has passed.”

“What are you saying Cain?” he sighed heavily.

“I nearly lost you once to Sauron’s very life force, I cannot allow you to fall again. Especially now with your newly grown power. Remember why I gave you that ring.”

“Yes brother I remember.” I said fiddling with it.

“If he forces you to take that ring off, he will have access to the unlimited power of the Celestials. And that is something Ajax never wanted. Not of Morgoth and certainly not of Sauron.”

“Then what must I do?” I asked him after being silent for a moment or two.

“You must hide. But not in a building or behind a human face. Remember your spiritual training with the Goddess Yavanna?”

“You suggest I roam Middle Earth—as an animal?”

“Animal forms don’t seep out Celestial energy like a person’s body does. It’s the only way to keep you safe until such time has passed.”

“But Cain. The longer I stay as an animal, the more I could lose myself. You must know of what happened to Sister Nymeria. She shifted into a wolf for an entire month on a foolish dare and she couldn’t shift back. Within six months she lost herself and fully became the wolf and we never saw her again.”

“I know. But there is one that I can bless who will keep you sane until it is safe.”

“And who would that be?” I asked.

“I’m sure you remember a certain Ranger that you’ve grown quite close to these past few decades.” I smiled softly.

“Aragorn.” He nodded with a soft smile.

“So long as you stay by his side, you will not fall into a mindless beast. Plus, he’s going to need your protection just as much as you’ll need his. Being Isildur’s heir, Sauron has been hunting him for decades.”

“I know. But how will he know it’s me? He’ll think me no more as a common beast. What if he tries to attack or worse kill me?”

“Leave it all to me dear little sister.”

“I swear you and Gandalf must’ve met before because you both always give me vague answers.” He softly chuckled as he gave me a kiss. “How do we do this? Should I come to you or—”

“No. You must not come to the South. Sauron’s forces are heavily arming themselves for war. If you so much as speed by here, they’ll alert you to Sauron without hesitation. We’ll do it from where you stand.”

“Can a spell even work that far a distance?” I asked him.

“There’s always a first time for everything.”

“Not comforting brother.” I grumbled.

“Alright, alright. Just relax. Send your spirit back to your body but keep the connection between our minds strong.” I nodded and allowed my spirit to return back to my body as I let out a soft gasp.

‘Steady sister, steady. Deep breaths now.’ Cain’s voice said in my head as I saw the moon glow brighter with his response. ‘Now close your eyes. Remember every detail of the creature you wish to become.’ I thought long and hard and soon the image of Icarus came to mind. ‘Why doesn’t that surprise me?’ teased Cain. ‘But if I might suggest, a hawk would better be suited for you.’

‘I accept.’

‘Now as I said. Imagine every detail of a hawk. Every pattern detail, the shape of the beak, the talon’s. Every small detail you can think of.’ Taking a few deep breaths I did exactly as Cain said.

I have seen the great kings of old use messenger hawks, even the old kings of Rohan would send me messenger hawks if they ever needed my help. I pictured every detail until I felt myself being lifted up high into the sky.

In my head I could hear Cain chanting an ancient Elvish spell and I could start to feel my very bones shift and crack. I tried to hold in my screams as I could feel my body slowly shrinking and my arms shift into wings. Unlike shifting using Celestial magic, I was forced to endure every inch of my body morphing into the hawk I was going to be.

My face scrunched inward as I felt my nose sharpen before extending out like a beak. Feathers soon began to grown from my body and my toe nails extended before hardening into talons. I let out one final human cry of pain before it was replaced with a hawk’s shriek. My transformation finally complete after what felt like hours of torture and pure agony.

‘Easy Hela, easy. Give your body time to adjust.’ Cain said as I was now being lowered back down to the ground. I surrendered to the tiredness and the last thing I heard him say was this; ‘Your Ranger is near Mirkwood. Find him before the end of the month. Protect him and he shall protect you.’

My vision soon went black as I surrendered to my exhaustion.

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shiningdesignersreflections · 1 year

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Chapter 4: Empty City

Narrated by Zoey.

Narrator: The courtyard in front of the theater is quiet. Corleone and I walk next to a wall.

Narrator: I only hear the sound of our footsteps.

Narrator: The moonlight shines on the leaves in the courtyard while the soldiers outside wait with bated breath.

Narrator: Suddenly, I hear something near me.

Narrator: Corleone fires a shot toward the sound.

Narrator: A bird falls immediately. Corleone approaches it to check, but suddenly he turns around.

Corleone: Commander.

Narrator: Corleone points at the theater. There is a ray of light now.

Narrator: We move forward separately, keeping an eye our for the possibility of being outflanked.

Narrator: At the entrance, we see Qin Yi sitting on the stage, playing chess by himself in dim lighting.

Narrator: As we walk into the theater, the light on Qin Yi suddenly begins to flicker.

Narrator: But the second floor is pitch black. Maybe someone is waiting to ambush us in the darkness.

Narrator: Corleone fires shots into the darkness and nothing happens.

Zoey: Is this lighting your doing?

Narrator: I step onto the stage and sit in front of Qin Yi.

Qin Yi: Commander, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.

Zoey: You knew I would show up?

Qin Yi: Won’t you play chess with me?

Zoey: I don’t like playing chess.

Narrator: Corleone loads the gun and points it at Qin Yi. The light on on Qin Y’s face, drifting in and our of sight.

Qin Yi: Commander, if you want to kill me, I won’t fight back. I really want to be friends with you. See?

Narrator: Qin Yi rolls up his cuffs.

Corleone: Don’t move!

Narrator: Corleone is worried about hidden weapons. But Qin Yi just shows me his cuffs and pockets.

Qin Yi: There is nothing on me, Commander.

Narrator: He speaks the truth.

Narrator: He is so sincere that I let Corleone put down the gun.

Zoey: Nothing? What about Mercury’s secret?

Qin Yi: Be patient. I know you care about Mercury.

Zoey:I know you care about your mother.

Narrator: He pauses, then smiles.

Qin Yi: Oh? The upright Commander Zoey also collects information now?

Zoey: It’s just a side job. I think it’s worth giving it a try.

Qin Yi: May I ask you a question? Commander, why did you come here directly?

Zoey: Why should I be afraid of you?

Qin Yi: Aren’t you afraid of ambushes?

Zoey: I won’t lose.

Qin Yi: That’s true.

Zoey: What do you want?

Qin Yi: I have a report about Mercury’s experiment on New Wing Island. It’s about Designer’s Reflection.

Zoey: Experiment?

Qin Yi: He has a secret base on New Wing Island. Think about it, what if the report is made public?

Zoey: His corporation will be affected.

Qin Yi: What’s more, this report will cause chaos. Heroes rise during troubling times. You know it better than I do.

Narrator: His hint is obvious.

Qin Yi: Soon he will hold a dance party in Lodden. If you want to get the key to the secret base, this will be the best chance.

Zoey: How did you get the report?

Qin Yi: You do realize that I’m the head of an intelligence organization, right?

Zoey: So it’s true?

Qin Yi: As I said, I really want to be friends with you, Commander.

Zoey: What do you have to be my friend?

Qin Yi: Commander Zoey, no matter how powerful your gun is, there will always be blind spots that you can’t shoot.

Qin Yi: My wind is pervasive. I can make wind easily with the fan.

Narrator: Qin Yi gently unfolds his fan.

Zoey: So this wind will also blow into my Rosset?

Qin Yi: Rosset is an iron rampart. A breeze is nothing.

Narrator: While talking, he fans himself slowly.

Zoey: Don’t be afraid. As long as you keep giving me Mercury’s information, I think we can be friends.

Narrator: I put away the gun, reach out, and wait for Qin Yi to shake my head. He holds the fan, looking at me.

Narrator: There is a crisp snap. The fan is closed.

Qin Yi: For friends, I always elaborate on everything.

Zoey: To true friends, I give help.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

#zoey #shining nikki #empty city #chapter 4 #transcript #ur designer #cloud empire #cloud #meeting #secret #alliance #chess #intelligence network

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Not anymore

TW: medical procedure, cussing, soft Tom, cancer, and mentions not waking up. Sorry if I missed any!!

Word Count: 1416

When you glanced up, you had just finished the second question on your potion assignment. 11:45 PM, your clock says. You stand up and slip on your slippers, dark green and silver checkered pattern to match your house. You slip out of your dorm, wand in hand, and quietly make your way to the hospital wing.

Little did you know that the perfect on duty that night was Tom Riddle. Since curiosity got the better of him, he followed you to see what you were up to. Once you got to the Hospital Wing, he was beyond confused but caught the door before it could close. He hid around a corner but could still listen in.

“Hi, I’m here to see— “

“Your team of doctors is already here, Y/n. You are here for what today?”

“My bone marrow aspiration.”

“Thank you, as you know, just policy.”

“I totally get it.”

“Okay, Miss. Y/n. Here is your change of pants. When you are done, go down the hall and make a right then a sharp left.”

“I know where to go.” You say, picking the pants up. The pants were designed so there could be as much privacy as possible.

They looked like regular pants, but the place where the pockets would typically be instead has a zipper for easy access to the hip bone.

Once you go to the bathroom and put the pants on, you quickly head to the room and lay on your right side since the pocket is on the left side. Nurse Pomfrey was about to put the silencing spell on when Tom walked into the room.

"Mr. Riddle, what are you doing here?" Pomfrey asks.

"I was on perfect duty when I saw Y/n leaving her room. What is going on here?"

"I- uhm…" Pomfrey starts to say but closes her mouth, looking at you.

"What. Is. Going. On. Here." Tom repeats himself looking around the room before staring at you. He squats down in front of you and grabs your chin so you look at him.

"I- Uhm- I have cancer. I am having a bone marrow aspiration to determine what cancer I have."

"How long have you had cancer?" he asks, watching your eyes fill with tears.

"Why do you care? You hate me."

"No matter how much I used to hate you. Although standoffish and cold, I could never hate a cancer patient. If you want, I'll hate you again after you beat cancer." he says with a slight smirk on his lips. You nod and then look at Nurse Pomfrey, signaling for her to put the silencing spell on the room.

"Tom, do you want to be in here?" She asks

“Of course, wouldn’t want to be anywhere else given what I know now.” He says, sitting on the ground and holding your hand. You try to get out of his grip, but he won’t budge.

"Why do you not want to hold my hand?"

"Because I will hurt it if not break it."

"Then I'll cast a spell to heal it, stop trying to get out of my grip."

"Ok," You say to him before addressing the room, "I am sorry for everyone's hearing in this room."

This comment earns a chuckle from the doctors as you unzip the left faux pocket. They then sterilize the area before gathering the instruments.

"Wait, what? Why is she not given anything like anesthesia or Twilight medicine?" Tom asks, looking up at the doctors.

"Cause I might not wake if I am given anesthesia." You mutter, terrified just at that prospect.

"Oh…"

"Are you sure you want to be in here?"

"I'm not letting you go through this on your own. Not anymore." Tom states, seeing just how tense and nervous you were. However, he had no idea what was going to happen.

[TIGGER WARNING: THERE IS GOING TO BE DETAILS OF THE BONE MARROW ASPIRATION!!! IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH DETAILED MEDICAL DESCRIPTIONS, THEN SKIP AHEAD TO THE NEXT ALL-CAPS SECTION. I REPEAT GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS. JUST KNOW I WARNED YOU IF YOU DO PROCEED WITH THE STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

"Well, through this test, we can tell what treatment path we will take." The lead doctor says and then begins with the procedure.

"It will be over before you know it." Nurse Pomfrey tries to comfort you, but you just shake your head, knowing what she just said is a straight lie. You watch as the one doctor lines the hollow needle with your hip bone and inserts it into your skin.

"Ready?" The doctor asks you.

"Ready as I'll ever be." You say, bracing yourself for the pain. They started to drill the needle into your hip bone at that moment. The pain was indescribable, and you started to scream. Tom also noticed that your grip on his hand was tight, but the other hand gripping the railing had white knuckles.

After a few minutes of attempting drilling, they finally got into the part where the bone marrow is, which was hard as a rock (as a reference, bone marrow in an average person is spongey). The assistant had the syringe and handed it to the doctor, who attached it to the hollow needle to extract some of the bone marrow. After several failed attempts, they finally got what they needed.

At this point, you lost your voice from your constant screaming, and it just turned to whimpers and cries of pain. All of this was getting to Tom, and he had tears filling his eyes.

The doctor quickly removed the syringe and needle, letting the assistant take over.

[THE MEDICAL DESCRIPTION IS OVER FOR THOSE THAT NEEDED TO SKIP THE DETAILS. (Just an FYI, I had to undergo this as a two- or three-year-old)]

They properly bandaged the area and started to address what you would need to do for the healing, but Tom asked them to let him listen in since he was adamant that he was not leaving your side. After the instructions, you tried to sit up. Although it was painful, you managed to sit up.

"Now, my dear, what classes do you have tomorrow?" Nurse Pomfrey asks.

"I only have Care for Mythical Creatures." You say, relieved that tomorrow is a Friday and you have all weekend to recover.

"Oh, he will understand that you miss class." She says, "I'll talk to him, so you do not have to worry about it."

The funny thing is that before this, you thought you would be able to go to class tomorrow; however, you now realize that you would miss class tomorrow. Granted, even if there was no pain (lol, what a joke), you doubted that Tom would even let you think about going to class tomorrow.

When you were allowed to go back to your dorm, you attempted to stand up but quickly collapsed. Thankfully, Tom caught you and scooped you up in his arms. That is how you got to your dorm, carried by the Tom Riddle.

When he gets there, he sets you on the bed and pulls the blanket over you. He then turned the lights off and was starting to go to sleep on your desk chair. He sat down and looked over to see your puppy dog eyes.

"Yes?" Tom asks, smirking, realizing what you want but making you say it. Instead, you pat down the side of the bed next to you. He walks over, and you lay down on your right side once he lays down. He then puts a hand on your waist, ensuring he does not even go near the hip. With that, you closed your eyes. Although you were in pain, you were content that you had someone to turn to. As you were half asleep, you heard Tom say something that made you smile.

"Damn, you are stronger than I thought. I could never deal with this. You are incredible."

Throughout the treatment, Tom Riddle kept to his promise and was by your side for every treatment, every time you took medicine, and anything else. If your hair fell out, he would get you whatever you needed to not be self-conscious, whether a head scarf or a wig.

However, there was one thing that he did not keep his promise on after you had beaten cancer. He could never hate you since he got to know you so well. Deep down, he developed a crush on you that stemmed from admiration for your strength.

#tom riddle #y/n #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #alternate universe #hogwarts #slytherin #tom riddle x y/n

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realmflora · 1 month

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Heavenblossom - Reunition

//Rp format will be slightly different because Im lazy lol// //word count: 1884// // post i yoinked the border from //

-Leia’s flight finally comes to a halt as she spots the presumed landmark that Sōngshū had pointed out before she took off.

{This nation does look beautiful from the skies.. though I doubt that many people have been able to see it from such a view.}

She simply hovers over the place for a while, before flying a bit lower to scan the ground below. Hm.. she can’t see anyone, nor can she sense anyone either. But ooh, is that a shiny fish in that river over there?

Leia momentarily gets distracted by— well, the fish in the river. She lets herself ‘sit’ on the ground so she could rest her wings. They still fluttered despite her not flying anymore.. more of a subconscious action for stimulation than anything.

“Hello, little fishy! Your scales are so shiny and pretty.” Leia says. The fish gives her a look that could be the equivalent to a glare. This makes her laugh.

-…They recognized that laugh. It makes their heart hurt.

Sakura had decided to check Liyue first because.. well, they don’t even know. It was just a feeling in their mind that told them that this was the place they needed to be. And it seems like their feelings finally decided to be on their side for once.

Did it take a bit out of them to get here so fast? Yes. They can’t teleport like Chero does, so they simply had to rely on jumping in and out of shadows. Getting out of Fontaine was the truly only difficult part, because of the annoyingly huge ocean in between the exit of Fontaine and the back entrance of Sumeru.

Once they had gotten out, they simply jumped from person to person, before spotting a blurred shape flying above and deciding to follow it.

..Maybe they should have napped before they left. But it’s whatever.

Now, after tossing different ideas in their head, they decide to use the same tactic they did with Cyrille- simply showing up and waiting for their presence to be reacted to.

So, their little shadow carefully slinks up next to Leia, and they carefully rise out of it so that they’re now sitting next to her, just out of her peripheral vision. They become slightly annoyed that Leia is still taller than them, even when sitting, after all these years.

“You flew all the way here just to get distracted by a fish who doesn’t seem to like you very much.” Sakura says, amusement spilling into their voice. “Very productive of you.”

-“Well, it is a very shiny fish, and it was practically asking for my attention. I can’t really control what my attention span latches itself onto, you kn-“ Leia stops halfway through her ramble, the voice of the other person registering in her head.

She turns to face.. Sakura. The always-tired, lovely face of Sakura, who has finally seen her again.

With no hesitation, Leia solidifies her entire body and wraps Sakura into a tight hug. All six of her wings wrap themselves around Sakura too, protecting them, holding them, never wanting to let go ever again out of fear that they’ll disappear from her arms.

-Sakura doesn’t even hesitate with hugging her back, letting Leia hold them tightly. It doesn’t take long until they burst into tears, all the pressure and pain and longing from these past thousand years finally deciding to manifest into a single emotion- sorrow.

-Leia rubs the top of Sakura’s head, rocking them back and forth as a comfort method. She missed them so, so much. Words couldn’t even describe how much overwhelming emotion she was feeling right now, but she figured Sakura was probably feeling so, so much worse.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you. You were right.” Leia says, her voice low so that she wouldn’t overwhelm the other by simply speaking. It was her fault that they got separated so early. If she had just been more patient. If she had just waited..

-Sakura curls themselves into Leia’s chest, almost entirely hidden to anyone who may be watching from afar. They don’t respond in words- just more and more sobs.

“I…m.. sorry..” They say in between gasps. “I.. killed… everyone..”

-“No, don’t apologize. Please.” Leia interjects, squeezing Sakura tighter. “I swear to- well, myself because I’m literally the embodiment of heaven- don’t blame yourself for my stupid decision. You were right, maybe we could’ve all made it out if I had just waited a bit.”

-Sakura cries for a bit longer before forcing themselves to a stop. They needed to know what happened. They knew Rhea did it, but..

“What happened after…? How are you.. here..”

And this is why they never cry. It makes speaking so unnecessarily hard.

-“..It’s a.. very long story.” Leia sighs, still rocking Sakura back and forth. Now it was to comfort both of them, instead of just comforting Sakura.

-“I have.. at least another 600 years.. before I’m set to die. I can listen..”

-“Are you.. sure you even want to hear it now? It may make you mad…”

-“And we.. both know how I get when I’m mad.” Sakura finishes with a long, tired sigh. Hey, at least their speech is getting better again. “But you’re the only liv- ..the only other person here now.. I can’t hurt anybody if there’s nobody to hurt in the first place. Unless you’re not ready to tell me. I can wait.”

-…She sighs.

“After I had died, I watched the entire thing that happened afterwards. You killing the remaining people at camp, Rhea revealing the truth.. and then I got mad, like you did. Not homicidally-mad, but just.. pissed. How could the heavens let this happen? How could such a gruesome, evil activity pass through the gate’s supervision unnoticed?” “So, there was a moment where I couldn’t follow you anymore and I decided to trek up to Heaven to see what the deal was. I told them everything- the murder, the gore, the psychological abuse, everything… and they..”

Can she even say it out loud to them? “..they didn’t believe me.”

-“They didn’t what?!” Sakura sits up, looking at Leia with a look of pure disbelief. “How? How did they not believe you? Were there not hundreds- probably even thousands of kids just pouring into heaven's gates? Did they not ever sit and wonder ‘Hey, why are there so many kids all of a sudden’? How-”

They take a deep breath. They were getting mad. They couldn’t get mad. Not again.

-”See, that’s what I was saying!” Leia exclaimed, which entirely caught Sakura off guard. “I brought up every single one of those points! And they still said I was spewing bullshit! The nerve!” -”....I’ve never heard you curse before.”

“Yeah, cause I never need to! But those guys made me so mad that it literally makes me want to destroy everything within the vicinity.” The wings hugging Sakura tighten around the other a bit more, and Sakura notices that the air around the two of them looked like.. it was being crumpled up.

-”Okay, continue your story before you actually destroy everything within the vicinity. This isn’t our world- we can’t just destroy it because of.. angry outbursts.” Sakura lays their head back on Leia’s chest, aware of how much of a hypocrite they sounded like right now. Luckily for them, Leia begins rubbing their head again and continuing with her story.

-”Okay, so basically, I decided to reenact the Lady Timeflower dilemma and start a war in heaven because those guys were nerving me.” Leia loses her serious, somber tone and it’s replaced with a hyper and energetic one. One that Leia presumes Sakura is very, very familiar with by now. “And I fucking won. I got to be the one to kill the Overlord and then I assumed that I could go back down and find you- buuuut I didn’t realize how hierarchy works. So I. Uh. Became the new overlord? Oops?”

-Sakura sits there in silence for a good minute. Then, their shoulders start to shake.

-Leia is confused, patting Sakura’s head because she thinks they are crying. But to her surprise, Sakura starts laughing. It starts as a little giggle and then slowly turns into a full blown laugh. She.. hasn’t heard them laugh like that in at least a thousand years.

-”You tell me about a moment that was probably extremely traumatic for you-” Sakura tilts their head to look up at Leia with a lingering smile. “Not only because you had to be the leader of an army, presumably, but also because of the Vetwilia and Whitilio war- and yet you said it in such a hilarious, uncaring way, just to subconsciously brighten the mood.. I’ve always loved that about you.”

-Leia can feel her face heat up, and she turns away with a sheepish laugh. Her ear-wings were flapping in a embarrassed but happy way. Flappy ears. “Well, you know how I am. I’m just such a bright and fun person to be around.” Is her response. -Sakura lets their laughter die out, eventually sighing again. “You.. are okay now, right? At least a bit? I can’t say that I know that war is terrible- Rheflora has never caught even the smallest whiff of violence- but I’ve heard enough stories from Whitilio refugees that I do know that it.. certainly is scarring.”

-“I’m better now. Unlike you and Chero, I know that I need to actually process my trauma instead of repressing it and hoping that it just miraculously evaporates into a cloud of PTSD and magic amnesia.”

-”That’s just rude, now. It’s an effective coping mechanism, and it worked until we landed on this idiotic planet.” Sakura closes their eyes again, savoring Leia’s small moment of flusteredness because they know damn well the tables are going to be turned on them the second the two get used to each other again. {At least I know she still loves me. And I still love her.}

-”Effective isn’t the same as healthy. Two very different things, actually, with their own separate meanings and ways they can be used in certain contexts.” Leia rolls her eyes.

-”Please. Not another Language lesson. I’ve had enough of grammatical lectures. Look- I use at least half of the words you have forcibly taught me in my day-to-day speech. You can’t call me grammatically lacking now.”

-Leia laughs, and Sakura realizes once again that they could listen to this laugh forever and beyond, and still never get tired of it even once. They know that the two of them still have.. a lot they need to talk about. Leia simply skimmed over her troubles, and Sakura has yet to explain their own disappearance. One of the most crucial steps in the healing process is trusting each other with their issues. That, unfortunately, isn’t something that can happen in a few hours.

But hey, there’s no rush. Sakura has 600 years, and even after they die, they won’t be separated because they can just go back to the Heaven of their homeworld together. Either that or prank people as ghosts here. Both are appealing.

Relationships take time. And no one makes that time but you.

#heavenblossom #from now on if you send an ask directed to either of these two #theyll answer it together <3

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themermaidsdragon · 9 months

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The Professor and the Soon-to-be-Nurse

Warnings: Underage Sex, Age Difference, Teacher-Student Relationship, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Fluff and Smut, Forbidden Love, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering

Chapter 5: Prologue

Summary:

It's been 3 years later, and Daisy and Mr. Wells are as close as ever, and even expecting someone soon...

Notes:

This is the last chapter of Daisy and Mr. Wells! We hope you all enjoyed it. We know this one ended up being way shorter than the rest, but due to the age gap it never could end up being super long. Though even though it is completed, we may go back and add a surprise chapter as time goes on. Next week another boy will be replacing this story. So, look forward to a new boy named Bishop! Thank you all for reading, and we can't wait for you guys to meet Bishop next week!

Daisy was in the hospital wing filling out some paperwork, looking at her desk she smiled softly at the certificate from St. Mungos in a frame. She looked at all the memories on her desk… a picture of her wedding day… her first anniversary… and now…she looked down at her round belly and rubbed it gently “Any day now buddy… be patient” she smiled, and then heard the door open.

Looking up she saw her husband walk in with his hand bleeding. Getting up she walked as quickly as she could over to him “Vernon darling… what happened this time” she sighed looking at the wound. Vernon hissed in pain “Stupid first year practicing diffindo.”

Daisy sighed and stopped the bleeding quickly before putting on some stargrass salve and wrapping the wound. “You come in here injured more often than a quidditch player” she said in a scolding tone “Aren’t you supposed to defend yourself?” She asked him and he chuckled “Yes dear… typically from dark wizards…not stupid first years…”

Daisy smiled at him and gently kissed his hand “All better?” She asked. Vernon leaned in and kissed her lips “Much better…” he whispered. He reached down and gently rubbed her belly “How is Adam doing?” He asked. Daisy smiled and placed her hand on his “He is doing well… kicked me a bit this afternoon, but I was doing quite a bit of moving around.”

“He’s telling his mommy to settle down and take it easy. He is fussing at you for me when I’m not here” he teased her, and she laughed a bit “I know I know…” she sighed and began to walk back to her desk before Vernon stopped her.

Vernon grabs her by the waist, spinning her around to lay in the bed, and climbs on top over her, hovering over her round belly. "Alohamora," he says, locking the door to the hospital wing. "Wait, we can't. What if someone needs my attention who's hurt or sick?" Daisy says worried. "Don’t worry Dear, I will be quick." He says with a smirk as he lifts up her dress. "Okay, but what about your hand?" "Well luckily it feels just fine because the best nurse around fixed it for me, and luckily I only need one hand for what we are about to do anyways."

Vernon moves her panties aside, and with one of his hands he plays with her clit rubbing the outside with his two fingers. Daisy grabs the side of bed bracing herself for when he is inside. "I want you inside of me, Daddy." Daisy says begging to feel him right away. "Well, I have to get my Darling ready for me first." He says inserting his two fingers into her right away.

Daisy lets out a loud moan as he moves his fingers in and out of her, playing with the outside of her clit with his thumb as he does. Daisy feels herself getting wet immediately. Vernon plays with her a bit more before pulling out his erect cock. He inserts himself into her and moves in and out of her at a steady pace. Daisy grips the bed hard as she feels all of him in her.

"F-Fuck Daddy you feel so good right now." Daisy says letting out another loud moan. "Shhh, we have to be like old times, and make sure no one hears us. We can't have students knowing what we are doing here right?" he says, covering her mouth.

Daisy nods her head and grinds into him making her get even closer now. Vernon feels her get super tight around him and knows she's about to cum. He speeds up his pace, and just as she releases, so does he, all inside her. She bites down on his hand to not let any noise be heard, as she feels herself all over him as he takes his cock out of her slowly.

He sits next to her in the bed with her hand on her stomach. "Now that was just the right medicine to help me." he says as he watches Daisy get up to unlock the door. Daisy turned around to give him a glare at his statement and as she did, her water broke right before her eyes. "….Umm, Honey, I think we need another nurse." She said holding her belly and looking up at Vernon. "Oh, fuck, right now? It’s happening!" Vernon says, getting up to help.

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primofate · 3 years

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Breaking up Part 2 Albedo x gn!reader

Sorry it took so long! Haha. Yeah tumblr effed over for me. But here it is! :D

Scenario: Breaking up and getting back together again

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst? NOT PROOFREAD

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read: (Part 1) (Part 3 - Final)

“Sucrose... Do you know where Y/N went?”

5 days 3 hours and 12 minutes. He’d been counting. He’d been counting since you left. It was only today that he had the courage to ask Sucrose about it.

Sucrose jumps at the sudden call of her name.

Albedo had not been the same. The frequent mistakes in the lab proved it. The constant slips of the hand and test tubes shattering on the floor told Sucrose that perhaps that was how his heart looked like too.

“...No, I don’t,” Sucrose simply says, then lets the silence of the lab fill the air. Only the bubbles from their experiments hanging. It was still for a moment, Sucrose going back to her calculations and research. Albedo sat in front of his alchemy set, blankly staring at it.

He doesn’t even understand what being “tired” feels like anymore. He hasn’t had a decent sleep. Every small movement in the house, every whisper of the wind he would bolt up in bed, thinking it was you coming in from the front door. Sometimes he would hear someone shuffling, he would stop and listen for you, but then realizes that the sound was the sound of his legs under the covers, trying to keep warm without you around.

Sucrose glances up at her mentor. He’s buried his face in his hands, his hair in slight disarray. She knew what was going to happen next. He was going to stand up and just walk away from the lab, and Sucrose was not going to see him until tomorrow again.

Tomorrow, the cycle would repeat.

Albedo couldn’t function. It was pathetic. He really thought that he must be such a sight right now, eyes heavy with exhaustion, hair down and clothes a little unruly. He ran away from the lab again. He abandoned his “important” experiment and went back home, retreating in his room, falling on his knees and slumping on the bed in front of him.

He buried his face into his arms and tried to piece his heart back together.

“Albedo, will you ever get tired of me?”

There was a soft hint of a frown on your face. Silly you, Albedo thought. Always worried about being apart from him. He only smiles and cups your chin in his hand, leans in close to press his forehead against yours to whisper, “Never,”

His fists clutch at the bedsheets, the fabric scrunching up under his hands. Every.damn.time. he tried to take a break, he would be reminded of you. Every thing reminded him of you. Breathing reminded him of you. It was as if you were right beside him and yet you weren’t.

It was him. He was supposed to be the one asking “Y/N, will you ever get tired of me?” He was supposed to be the one worried. But he hadn’t been because he had taken you for granted. He thought that you’d always just be there, waiting for him patiently as you always had but now that he was alone, he realized just how lonely this silence could be.

“You must have been lonely...waiting here for me in this silence...”

His voice was muffled by the sheets, and he didn’t know who he was talking to. He did that a lot these days. Saying things that he wished you could still hear.

The next day, just as Sucrose predicted. It was the same. Halfway through his experiment Albedo stopped, and stared at nothing in particular. She wondered if, whenever he did that, he remembered the things he said to you that day.

But, just as Sucrose thinks today would end up the same...

it didn’t.

“Big brother Albedo!” Klee stormed into the lab, the door slamming open really loud. “Oh...I’m sorry, I didn’t check the sign... I...” Klee stepped out to look at the door sign and found “KEEP OUT” still there. “Oh no...! I did a mistake! Sorry big brother,” the little girl fumbled with her fingers and swung from side to side to show her apology.

A hint of a smile appears on Albedo’s face and Sucrose was thunderstruck. There had been no expression on the Kreideprinz’s face for the longest time that the smile had felt so foreign. “It’s alright, Klee. Do you need help with something?” and his voice wasn’t hoarse. If there was anything that could cheer him up, it would be Klee.

He was done prioritizing his research over the people that really mattered.

“Look what I got! I’ve never seen such a pretty flower in Mondstadt before,” Klee showed off the blue flower to Albedo, eyes shining and wide. Albedo touched the petals as Klee held it up for him. “Ah, yes, Glaze Lilies. You can only find them in Liyue, Klee,” Albedo explains. Klee bounces excitedly.

“Ohhhh! That’s amazing! Y/N must have travelled there recently!”

The silence in the lab was deafening. Albedo’s hand drops from the flower as he looks at Klee, confused. Sucrose had stopped what she was doing, wide-eyed, staring at the young bomber. “...What do you mean, Klee?” Albedo whispered out.

Hearing your name said by someone else made it all the more real that you weren’t here with him anymore.

“Oh! See, Klee was in Windrise and... I was looking at the fishes...” Klee gasped a little, “Please don’t tell Master Jean!” she whispered pointedly but continued. “I saw Y/N there, and Y/N gave me a really big hug and gave me this Guh lays Lily,” the young girl got the name wrong, but Albedo hadn’t been listening anymore. He stood up and crouched down to eye level with Klee, hands on her shoulders. “W-When, Klee?” he clears his throat and tries again, “When did this happen?” Sucrose had also been listening and watching in bated breath. Klee gave one of her biggest, most innocent smiles, not knowing how crucial this information had been to Albedo. “Just now! I just came back from Windrise!”

Albedo didn’t feel the slightest sorry that he bolted out of the lab without explaining to Klee. She would understand and Surcrose was there. He sprinted towards the gates of Mondstadt like his life depended on it. In some senses, it really did.

I can make it.

He was panting hard. His footsteps thundering in his ears. His breath coming in quick ins and outs. His heart is about to fly off its cage.

I can make it. It’s just outside of Mondstadt.

Wind rushes past him, the pigeons on the bridge outside of Mondstadt, disturbed, flying away in a frenzy. Timmie shouting after him.

Please be there. Please.

It takes him longer than he wanted. He wanted to be faster, wanted to be there already but he was still running. Still chasing after that hope. The adrenaline he feels pumps in his veins and yet he is so out of breath that he needs to stop. His hands resting on his knees as he closes his eyes and tries to get his breathing even.

I have to keep going.

His legs were killing him. They were strained by the sudden rush of exercise and yet he still drags both towards Windrise. He could see the large tree at the horizon, but he was too far away to see if you were there. He continues to pant, steadying his breath, preparing for another burst of energy to run towards where he so desperately hoped you were. What if you weren’t there anymore?

What if he was too late?

What if he never saw you again?

“What if it doesn’t work...?” Albedo asks, pondering over the research and discussing it with you over dinner. He loved to talk about his experiments with you because you gave valuable insights on it, and really listened to him. You smile and give him the confidence that he needs, “Then you can try again, Bedo. You always find a way!”

He’s still panting by the time he reaches the steps leading up to the large tree. His eyes dart around. He circles around in place, wondering if you were around the area. He continues forward, stepping up to the big roots and yet again looked around, trying to spot your familiar tuft of hair/colour.

At the corner of his eye he spots something, behind the big tree. A Crystalfly. It was flying away and his eyes automatically follow it. There was a hand trying to reach out for it, but it barely grazed the Crystalfly’s wings. You stepped out from behind the tree, a little annoyed that you couldn’t catch the Crystalfly.

Albedo feels like he’s frozen in time. He stands there and watches the wind caress your hair. Watches as you tuck your hair back behind your ear. Watches as you turn around and start walking away. He snaps back to reality and moves forward, roots and sticks cracking under his feet as he struggles through the root laden path just to get near you.

You, hearing the disturbance from behind, turn around and was met face to face with the lover you left a few days ago. Something shatters inside you. You weren’t ready for this. You were far from ready to see him again. Why was he out here in the middle of the day? You stood still just as he did in front of you.

You notice how his hair is sticking to his face with sweat. The fast rise and fall of his chest. The pained look in his eyes. The closed up fists on his side. “Y/N--” his voice cracks and tears start to pool in your eyes.

You aren’t strong enough for this and you start to turn away.

Albedo rushes forward to trap you in a hug. His arms so desperately wrapped around you as his head rests on your shoulder. “Don’t,” he pleads. “Please don’t go. Come back with me, please,” there’s a different type of hopelessness in his voice. A moment later tears are streaming down your face.

“I-I can’t Albedo. I--” can’t put myself through that again. I can’t and don’t want to be alone at home all the time.

His body shakes and you realize it’s a sob that wracks his body. Your shoulder is slightly wet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please.” You’ve never seen him cry. Not like this. Not as he clings to you and admits defeat. “I...I couldn’t take care of you--It’s my fault. I know, but--”

“I like Windrise. It’s very relaxing.” You say as the two of you walk around the tree, collecting materials. “Is it?” Albedo responds, stopping momentarily to look up at the tree. “You don’t think so?” you curiously ask your lover. He ponders for a moment before smiling, “I think coming home to you is a lot more relaxing,” at the early stages of your relationship hearing something like that from him would cause you to blush.

You pry his arms away and look up at him. His head is dipped low and you can’t see his face clearly, concealed by his hair. You brush his hair away and lift his head up, and you see how streaks of tears run down his cheeks. You see the sleepless nights in his eyes. The hurt that creases on his forehead. You see what your absence has done to him, and all in one moment, you think that perhaps you were too harsh on him. That you should’ve talked it out instead of leaving so abruptly but you-- “I was hurt...” your lips tremble as you try to explain.

“I try, really hard, to make things easier for you. To care about you. I have never asked for anything grand.” You’re surprised at how level your voice is, despite feeling like you might break down just as he does.

“I’m aware,” Albedo wipes at his face, frustrated at himself. His tears have stopped. You were talking. That must be a good sign. “I don’t--Don’t deserve you,” but he steels himself and places his hands on your cheeks. God how long had it been since he touched you like this? and wipes away the tears that were silently falling from your eyes. “But I’ll take care of you. I’ll prove your worth. I... won’t make the same mistake again,”

And when Albedo said or promised something he was one of the few people that you believed in the most. He was trustworthy all the way, and was true to most of what he said. “You have my word... and if I do make the same error again then... Then you can leave. But right now I--” he moves to rest his forehead against yours, taking in the warmth and love that he had missed. “I’m asking for another chance,” he gulps. “Please,”

You stay quiet for a moment. Assessing the situation. But your eyes close at the closeness the two of you are in right now. There was no doubt that you still loved him. A few days would not change anything. A few days would not ruin the years that you spent together. But you were scared and guarded. You weren’t sure what would happen and if it was worth it. You were scared of being with him and being lonely. “...We... should talk and think a little bit more about this...” you conclude and give your answer, stepping away from him.

Albedo’s face grimaces in distraught, but turns into confusion when you take his hand and tugs on it slightly. “...At home, we can talk about this at home...Is that okay? Let’s go back first,” you would figure it out with him from there.

His head drops and he tries hard not to let tears escape again. He really didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve this kindness but he sure as hell would take it. He would take it and make it right again. He picks his head up and squeezes your hand, voice slightly soft and trembling, and smiles.

“Thank you. That’s perfect,”

and with his hand tight on yours, because he wasn’t letting you go again, the two of you make your way back.

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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Tender - Azriel x reader - Pregnancy fic. Fem! reader. LONG!!!

Prompt - Hi! I just read most of your imagines, and i loved them! You have me as your faithful follower, I don't comment much because English is not my first language. Could you write one where az manages to perceive that reader is pregnant right in the middle of the war?

You woke to yelling. Not screaming. Not fear or pain, but battle cries that you'd grown to love. They made your blood sing in harmony with the Illyrian voices. It made your heart hammer in your chest, and your muscles tense - ready to fight. Azriel groaned beside you, curling around your waist like a vise. You managed to break free from his muscled arms. Pale light shining through the tent tinted his shadows a light gray. They wrapped around you, drawing a chill down your spine. The war cries grew louder. "Get up. It's time." You shook him, pulling on your light armor. He covered his face with his hands, and did not leave the cot. He groaned again when you pulled the blanket off his mostly naked body. He was never a morning person. Cassian rushed in when you were putting the last of your gear on, and Az froze. His grip on his pants went white knuckled. Cassian's face was pale, and before he could say anything Azriel was hurriedly pulling on the rest of his clothes. Your stomach dropped at the sight of the Warlord. "It's a diversion." You said, voice hollow. Cassian's slight nod was enough to make the breath leave you. "It's going to be fine." Azriel grunted, pulling his tunic over his head. "We just need to move the troops. Get Rhys here." He waved a hand at his brother dismissively. Cassian grabbed Az's wrist. He forced the male to look at him, to see his worried eyes. You tensed, ready to defend your mate even against Cassian's might. "Rhys is on the battlefield already. We're on our own." His voice was low, and the warning in his eyes was enough to make the hair on your arms raise. Azriel pulled away from him, slowly. He began strapping his weapons belts on, pushed his hair back and sighed. "Where do you need us?" The air was cold, and the howls of battle echoed across the hills. Azriel's shadows curled around your legs, comforting. Then they slithered their way across the valley where the battle was beginning. + You could barely raise your sword by the end of it. The mud had been the most challenging part of the entire fight. The enemy horses had done a good job of making obstacles when they fell in the mud, lame with broken ankles and necks. You wished to put them out of their misery, but there was no time. The forces seemed to come in waves. Like a test against your small unit. Few were lost from your side. The dewey grass steamed in the morning light, carrying up the reek of enemy blood with it. You wiped your face, trying to get the taste of dirt and blood out of your mouth. Sharp stinging pain seared your ribs under your arm. You hissed. Then, you felt the warmth of your own blood. You swore, and looked for a medic that wasn't tending to wounded on the ground. Some Illyrian bodies were being lifted away, high into the air for burial at their homes. You dared not take a healer away from more critically injured soldiers. You nodded grimly to the ones that you passed. They were covered in blood, and yet still gave you fierce grins when you went by. They respected you. More than any other Illyrian Female before you. It was sad, but you hoped to forge a new path for other females of Illyria. You held an arm under your side and limped your way out of the mud. The packed mess inside your boots made moving your feet hard. You couldn't wait to shower. You spotted Cassian far down the field, and watched as he raised his sword high over his head. Your stomach twisted in pity for the suffering animal under him. You looked away before you could see the lifeblood drain from the horse's neck. He sent a blessing to the Mother for the animal, and continued on to the next suffering soul that would meet its end via his blade. + You hadn't seen her in a long while. Too long for a friend, but she gave you that same look she always did when she saw you hobbling up to her for help. Jeva was your favorite healer, and one you knew could keep a secret. She was round, and her voice was light and comforting. She smelled of nutmeg and berries. Something you had appreciated about her since you had met. "What is it this time?" She waved you inside, holding the tent flap open for you while you dumped your battle stained gear on the wood hutch beside the entrance. The tent was light and airy, filled with small plants of different varieties and cluttered with boxes and books everywhere. Her desk and bed were shoved to the corner, and a long wood table took up the majority of her area. As if she had known you were coming, she already had potions of different types laid out on the end of the table. "Probably nothing." You said, pulling off your armor as gingerly as you could manage. The soft light flickered and changed to a harsh beam when she laid you down on her exam table. "I'm not supposed to be healing anymore you know. I'm retired." She clicked her tongue at you, earning a pained grin. It was hard for you to bother a healer for any amount of time for something that you were sure was so small. But something about it stung too much for it to be just a scrape. And you knew Cassian would lecture you about it being infected if he saw through your mask to the pain. Az would force you to see one anyway as soon as he learned of it. "You know I wouldnt be here unless I had to be, Jeva." You said through your teeth as she cut away your muddied undershirt. "Oh, I know. That's why I have my best potions ready." She laughed, then paused. Your shirt lay limp on the table. Her eyebrows knitted together at the sight of your open wound. "Is it bad?" You asked, craning to try to look for yourself. She held you down. "Metal. Fragments are still in here, likely why it hasn't healed yet." You relaxed at that, grateful that it wasn't worse. "Thank the Mother. Az would have yelled all night." You rolled your eyes, and sighed as she started working on you. The first part was always the worst. The stinging hot potion that made the nerves around the wound numb. "One-" She began her countdown, then poured. You growled at her, gripping the end of the stained table hard enough to crack. "Easy..." She warned, and smoothed down your hair. She knew how to take care of her patients, that was certain. You relaxed as the stinging eased. The dull ache that it left behind turned into a bad memory. "I'm going to extract the blade then we can close you up. Simple and easy." She picked up her tools and began tugging away at your side. You could have fallen asleep with the relief the numbing potion brought. And with her humming in the air around you, it was a struggle not to. The time seemed to pass quickly, but when the clank of the metal tools jolted you from your dozing, the tent was lit in orange from the sunset outside. "Relax, we're going to close it up now. Once the potion wears off you will still be sensitive." She placed her hands over you, and the familiar warm vibrations of her healing magic set in. Then it stopped abruptly. You cracked open an eye, then narrowed your brows at her. "What is it?" You said gently, then again when she didnt reply. She stared at you, mouth agape. Her eyes locked to yours, even when you sat up to demand she tell you what the problem was. "Am I dying?!" you took her hand gently, in case she was going to push you away. Then she started laughing, her hand gripping yours back. The warmth glowed in your palm, the light radiating out from it was starkly contrasting the tent walls bedecked in orange. The light she emitted shot through you, and you felt the wound tingle, and seal. You stared at her in shock. That amount of healing power was incredible. Especially for field medics. "Youre not dying, no..." She waved a hand, fanning herself. Her eyes were glassy with tears. She sniffed and clutched your hand tighter. "Quite the opposite, darling." She pulled you in for a warm hug. + You spent the rest of the evening with Jeva. Until she got a hurried message about student healers needing help on the battlefield. You stayed in her tent as long as you could manage with the ringing in your ears. You stared and stared at the mirror across from you, showing you the bloodied warrior that you wanted to be. That you wanted to stay. The warrior that carried the Shadowsinger's child. The thought made tears sting your eyes. You refused to let them fall. You had been ignoring his tugs down the bond for well over an hour. You knew he was concerned, but you couldn't bring yourself to shout back down. The only thing that echoed in your mind were Jeva's words "You're pregnant..." Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. You nearly punched her when she told you she wasn't joking. The only reason you even believed her was because of that powerful zap of healing she sent to you. That she sent to scan your body and make sure the fetus was okay before you even knew about it. You could barely hear half the words she said as she told you your options. You roiled with the thought now. The Mugwart she left on the table was daunting. You desperately wanted her back. Jeva would be able to deliberate with you. You knew she would tell you to do whatever makes you happy. You knew that. But you wondered how ethical the choice that made you happy was. Bringing a child into a world of war seemed cruel. Even if it made you happy. You distantly noticed Azriel as you passed him, walking to the forest edge just passed your tent. Worry laced the bond between you. You tried not to show anything back. But you knew he felt the tension, the void there. "Where the hell have you been?!" Azriel's eyes were furious when you passed him, his wings flared out slightly. You couldnt even look at him with anger back. Your emotions ran wild. You were frozen, and as numb as the potion Jeva had given you when she began removing the blade. "Do you know how worried I have been?! I sent Cassian to-" He tried to grab for your hand to stop you, but you flicked him away. He stopped for a moment, stunned. Then returned with more energy than before. That yawning abyss in your bond was growing darker with shame, worry and anxiety. His shadows roiled around him as he caught up. "You dont get to-" "Azriel..." You stopped in the edge of the clearing. The small meadow was silent in the darkness, not even the monsters of Prythian dared roar tonight. Your mind did all the roaring you could handle, anyway. You tried to focus on the swaying grass, on the soft smell of wet bark and pine hanging in the air. "Dont try to excuse this I need to know you're okay and-" He stormed in front of you, ready to burst with rage. His fear always made him angry. And for good reason after losing so many close to him. A tear ran down your cheek, your face burned hot with hundreds of feelings at once. Fear, pain, shock, joy, hope.... elation. You wanted his children. You wanted to help raise his child. You wanted to see Azriel be a father. You knew he would be the best damn Illyrian father there had ever been. The thought hit you like a well placed punch. He saw your paleness, your tears and stopped his yelling. You fell to your knees, the mud splattering all around you. You wanted to lay down. Lay down and think about the implications of carrying his child. Would it be good for the baby to be born at all? Just because you wanted it didnt mean it needed to happen. You knew that Jeva would give you a potion to extract it without hesitation if it was what you wished. "I'm-" You choked out, fighting the panic that flooded you. Your mind roiled with the conflict of your mind and heart. It turned you into a muddied, dark ocean on the bond. A turmoil that he couldn't see past. If you were an ocean, he was your lighthouse on the cliffside. Signaling you home. His eyes darted to your body, to your hands and how they wrung together in front of you. "I'm sorry. I just-" He sighed and took one of your hands. "I'm sorry." He kissed the back of it and brought his forehead to yours. He normally needed a lot longer to cool down after a fight, but seeing you in tears shocked him out of his pride. "I shouldn't have said that... I know you can take care of yourself." his voice was low, and he ran a hand comfortingly down your back. A hysteric laugh bubbled from your throat. It sounded like a sob. You didn't know exactly which it was. He sat back and pulled you into his lap, despite the grass being dewey and damp. He rocked you there for a few seconds before you had to tell him. Before he could be too close if he didnt want you anymore. The doubt crept into your head, and the nerves ate at you. Your heart raced, you could feel it in your neck. "Azriel..stop." You pushed away from him, to catch his beautiful dark eyes. They were painted in a silver hue by the moon above. You took in his face, the curve of his cheeks and lips for possibly the last time. You had to consider the worst possible outcome. You braced yourself for the rejection, for the pain of his reaction. You knew it had to come out. You knew you had to say it now or you never would. Your stomach flipped over and over. You opened your mouth, a soft sob wracking out of you before you began. He froze. Went utterly still, his shadows even stopping for a second before whirling faster than before. Your eyes went wide. His nose flared, eyes narrowed. He held you closer, sniffing at your neck. He pulled back and his eyes were even wider than before. His mouth fell open when you nodded. "I'm-" "Youre-" his face went through a whirlwind of different emotion. Then, he broke out into a small laugh. He couldn't stop. You felt the tears running down your cheeks and didnt bother to wipe them away. "Honey... I'm sorry." He stopped laughing suddenly. "What do you want to do?" His eyes were masked, his expression the most serious you'd ever seen him. His aura on your bond seemed to go completely gray and still, as if he didn't want you to see him. He masked everything. In preparation for whatever you decide. The gesture made your heart squeeze in appreciation. You stammered, resting your forehead on his. "I dont know." You muttered, voice cracking. Then, he was wrapping his arms around you in a smothering hug. When he pulled away, he cradled your face in his hands. The hands that had seen so much cruelty in his life. The possibilities of the same thing happening to your child made your heart race. "I'm here for whatever decision you make." He brushed your cheek with a thumb. You nodded and let him hold you like that for a while. Quietly rocking back and forth with you in his lap. + You were near falling asleep when the war cries rang out again. Illyrians howling for their leaders to join them. Another onslaught of death coming their way. The calls were distant, but Azriel tensed the second he heard them. Your blood went cold. He buried his face to your chest, as if he wished he could hide there. "I'm not going." He said when you tried pushing him away. "I wont leave you." He promised, locking his muscled forearms around you. The echoes of battle cries faded. He stroked your hair, and traced his fingers along your back. Then he swore. "Let me take care of this." He said, voice edged with anger. Nerves pricked at your stomach, but you stood, wobbling on your feet slightly. He took off into the night sky painted in silvers and blues by the full moon. Then came racing back down right behind Rhys. the high lord took one breath and then he was hugging his brother. Azriel shoved him off, and they shot into the night sky. Well, Azriel did. He dragged Rhys with him. Grunts of pain and fleshy sounds of punching rang out. You followed them high into the air where they had their conversation. Your wings led you around them with ease. "Stop fighting and use your words, boys." You warned. You recognized Azriels growl and smiled to yourself as they broke apart. Rhys adjusted his tunic and cleared his throat. "I need you there. Cassian is handling the Western front, the others need a leader." Azriel began protesting against the high lord. "I cant with my mate-" "I know it feels impossible right now but-" "I will not, Rhys-" You set your jaw. If they wanted to fight over if you needed protection or not, you would take the option off the table all together. "I'll go." you said, voice strong since hearing Jeva announce what grew inside you. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant. You shoved the thoughts away as far as you could. They both turned to you, horror striking Azriels features. "Absolutely not. No." Heat and rage flared down the bond. It made you want to defy everything he said. You locked eyes with him and glared. Rhys glanced between you with tense shoulders. He cleared his throat. "It would be a good compromise, Azriel. You can go together to the Eastern front. Think about it." He placed a hand on his brother's shoulder and gave him a grim smile. "I wont say a word." He said, summoning the darkness around him then winnowing away. Azriel's cold eyes made him look like a statue. "Let's go." He said, and started circling lower. Back to the meadow. "I'm going, you cant stop me from following you." You said, expecting a fight. He said nothing. You were met with that silence that drove others crazy tryin to find out what he wanted from them. The bond seemed to snap taut, then go into a relaxed state. He was hiding. You knew it, but would rather have silence and peace than him trying to fight you again. He walked you back to the tent, and exhaustion took you under before you could remember him laying down with you. You hoped it it was exhaustion, and not whatever the baby was doing to you. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't resist the urge to cradle your belly while you slept. There was no bump, but it felt like the most natural thing to do now that you were aware of the being inside you. You slept hard, and awoke to the breakfast bell chiming. The sounds of slow footsteps marching through the mud kept you awake. Azriel was gone, but the candle on the table was lit. A note lay there waiting for you. His messy scrawl made you smile, the familiarity of his writing reminded you of the notes he would leave you when he had to leave early for meetings with Rhys. "Back by nightfall, lover. A guard is at the tent, ask her to bring you anything you need. -A" You peeked outside the tent to see Jeva there, her long fur coat shimmering in the morning light. Her breath clouded in front of her when she gave you a soft smile. "Good morning." She pulled a muffin from her coat. "Your favorite." She winked, and you pulled her inside. She had a fire roaring by the time you finished your food. "How are you not freezing?" She complained, blowing into her hands to keep them warm. You brushed the crumbs from your shirt and really took into account the changes you'd noticed lately. How hungry you'd been, how tired after the easiest days. "Do you know... How um..." You gestured to your stomach. She gave a small smile and nodded. "Only a month or so." She said quietly. You stared at your stomach, as if waiting for something to answer you. To give some sort of affirmation that Jeva was right. She continued warming herself by the fire, and soon the tent was filled with her warm chestnut smell. Cassian entered the tent when you were starting to doze off again. The wool blanket on your lap reminded you of a time when you first met Az. Your heart squeezed at the memory of those long nights shared together by a fire. Taking your turns on watch duty. You shook yourself from the memory. Cassian froze. His face scrunched up at the sight of you. The scent, you realised. You swore to yourself, and Jeva only nodded when he looked to her. "Youre pregnant?" He asked breathlessly, and you could smell the fear and excitement coming from him. In fact, you could smell the smoked meat on his breath. And the cold air that clung to him from outside. It was refreshing, like a cool drink on a hot day amid the dry heat inside the tent. "I'm sorry, I shouldnt have.." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to remain focused. "Its okay, Cass. What's going on? Az left me this note." You handed it to him. His lips moved as he read it. He went white as bone. Your stomach dropped. + Azriel had gone in the night to take out the entire eastern flank with a small group of Illyrians. You felt your world skittering away as Cassian told you. Your vision went blurry, and tears fell, dripping on your hands that clenched the wool blanket. "He's on his way here now. He had to answer to Rhys first." Cassian waited for you to say anything. But your lips just couldnt form the words. The hurt, anger... the betrayal you felt for him going to battle without you. And defying a direct order from his high lord like a fool. "I suggest you leave before Azriel comes back. It may get messy." Jeva spoke for you, and you were grateful. You gave Cassian a nod of thanks before he turned and left. The cold wind that blew in from the door gave you goosebumps. "Take it easy, you dont want to be too stressed." Jeva handed you a mug of tea and gave you a small squeeze. You could smell Azriel before he entered. Jeva shot him a glare, but said nothing. "I'll be in my tent if you need me." She promised, gave you a look that said 'find me after' and left. Azriel took off his armor plates one by one. A bit too slowly to be considered normal. Stalling. You said nothing. You let the tension roil out of you, let it hit him down the bond. Like a wave getting ready to break. He rolled his shoulders, stretched his wings. The mask he wore cracked when he saw your fists balled in the blanket. "I couldnt risk you... or the babe." He tried to hide the fear that shone through. The fear of his mate or child being hurt in battle. He wouldnt be able to stand it. The fight was needed, anyway. He needed to get out his instincts to protect protect protect. You said nothing. You let that looming wave grow larger. He sighed, and sat at the end of the cot beside you. "I'm sorry. I needed....I needed to get my head straight. I should have told you. I'm sorry." That wave crashed, not on him though. Internally, guilt and fear melting in on yourself. "I cant lose you, we... We cant." You said through your teeth, trying to hold back the tears that begged to spill over. He tried his best to hold back his surprise. "We?" He asked, a small smile playing on his full lips. You gave him a grim smile. "If you're...ready to be a father. I like imagining you, with my child." "Our child." He said with a bubbling laugh. You laughed with him, and it turned to hysterics. He wiped tears from the corner of your eyes. "We're going to have a baby?" He cradled your face, looking into your eyes. You took one of his hands, and placed it on your flat belly. "Yes. We are." You said, voice quivering. He wrapped you into a hug, and you cried together in the cot.

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lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities @jimidol @miinoongi @bluesharksandfish @ggukkieland @unicornbabylover @thebeebi @preciouschimine @ladyartemesia @moonchild1 @jikookiekosmos @marcoazz2 @kootaes @wearenot7withu @codeinebelle @bigbootyjoonie @thisartemisnevermisses @maichiverse @ppeachyttae @fairysunooo @secretlycrazyhummingbird @yukiehyukie

"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.

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