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I Told You (Captain Syverson x Reader) [Request]

Hi! I hope you are doing well ☺️ May I request a Captain Syverson x reader? I was thinking maybe that Sy was meeting reader's parents for the first time? Thank you!!—Requested by anon

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Sy wouldn’t admit it, but he was nervous. It wasn’t the subconscious nervousness, the mounting anxiety, that built during the quiet moments between firefights. It was more alive and noticeable, buzzing beneath his skin and filling him with energy he couldn’t displace or sublimate.

As you finished getting dressed for dinner—what was taking you so long? Your parents had seen you in everything growing up, did it matter what you looked like?—Sy paced his den, feeling the seconds tick by. You had briefed him—he had insisted on it—about your parents and the performance of previous boyfriends you had introduced to them.

Aside from a silly high-school fling, you hadn’t brought any SOs over.

That made Sy doubly anxious. On the one hand, your parents had no one to compare him against, no previous boyfriend they may have liked better and were sore over you dumping. On the other hand, they had no experience meeting new boyfriends, so they could have outrageous expectations.

In other words, the briefing had done little to allay his fears or give him actionable intel to ensure he made a good impression.

You found him wearing holes in the throw rug on the floor. Smothering your amusement, you feigned deep concern. “It’s going to be fine. I promise.”

He stopped his pacing, shaken that you had snuck up on him so easily. He nodded, squaring his shoulders as he passed an appraising eye over your outfit.

You could have spent twenty minutes less in the bathroom, he figured.

Shaking your head at his obvious glance, you snatched up your keys and slung your purse over your shoulder. “Let’s go, meathead.”

“Hey.”

You snickered.

At the front door, Sy squared his shoulders again, not quite at attention but definitely not at ease. Beside him, you looped an arm through his and squeezed reassuringly.

“Just be yourself,” you advised. “It’ll be fine. They’ll love you.”

Shaking his head, he countered, “I have been called abrasive.”

“Yeah, but this isn’t the military. You’re out in the civvy world.”

All the more to be concerned, he thought, but he grunted rather than voiced it.

The door opened on well-oiled hinges, revealing a woman who was clearly your mother. Beaming as she laid eyes on you, she swept you into a hard hug. “It’s so good to see you, sweetie!”

“I need to come by more often, I know.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I heard it anyway,” you laughed. Disengaging the hug, you stepped back and looped your arm back through Sy’s. “This is Sy.”

Your mother swept a critical eye over him, eyebrows arching as she took the measure of his stature. Pausing on the broadness of his shoulders, she finally met his gaze with a haphazard smile, caught between welcoming and cautious.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, her hand hesitating mid-gesture in a handshake before she aborted it, her gaze arrested by his thick hands.

“Likewise,” he answered, the response gruffer than he had intended.

Smile faltering, your mother waved you both across the threshold.

“Brunch smells amazing,” you cried, the savory smells of your mother’s cooking floating out of the kitchen. “You should have let me bring something, though.”

“Nonsense. It’s my kitchen, my food!” Your mother threw a critical glance over her shoulder. “It’s a good thing I made extra.”

Heat burned the back of Sy’s neck. Clearing his throat as quietly as possible, he let you lead him into the living room while you and your mother chatted. He paid as much attention to your mother as was appropriate, nodding and making the expected noises. Your mother didn’t look convinced, but she appreciated the effort.

Sy glanced around the room, cataloging the photographs hung on the walls and lined along the mantel, pictures of you smiling with your family. He knew what both your parents looked like thanks to the briefing, but seeing them in the flesh was different enough that he felt yet again inadequately prepared.

“There’s my girl!”

Your father’s bullish roar set Sy on edge as you left his side and let your father hug you.

“You should be coming by more often,” he admonished, notes of laughter in his voice.

“Mom already gave me the spiel.”

“I most certainly did not!”

As they chuckled, Sy shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Familial displays of affection—any displays at all, really—made him uneasy, not having experienced many in his own upbringing. He half expected your father to yank him into a group hug, your mother teetering on the edge of that decision.

Instead, your father drew himself up and extended a rough palm to Sy. Sy grasped it and shook it firmly, meeting your father’s scrutiny levelly. This he understood and knew how to navigate, though it took all his effort not to rise to the implicit challenge in your father’s eyes. That was normal and to be expected; if he failed this test, it would sour the whole evening.

“Well, then,” your father said at last, breaking the sudden quiet tension with his loud voice. “So you’re the captain.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Used to giving orders, then?”

“Only after getting some,” Sy answered carefully.

The corners of the man’s mouth quirked into a faint smile. “That’s good.”

“Sometimes.”

For a split second, Sy wanted to take back that word, the faltering expression on your father’s face making his stomach clench.

Then your father burst into a laugh, nodding heavily. “Very true, very true.”

The tension in Syverson eased as you and your mother took up your father’s laughter. Having passed this first test, Sy hoped the others were just as easy.

Taking his arm, you smiled up at him, allaying his fears further as your parents led you both into the dining room.

“See?” you said, “I told you.”

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The Lost Pearl Par 10

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,

Can't seem to be able to write rn. This was supposed to be longer but I am so exhausted. Hopefully I can actually write tomorrow just did not want to leave you guys hanging. I PROMISE NEXT CHAPTERS WILL BE MORE ACTION. Chapter 9 and 10 and some of 11 should have been one Chapter but I am struggling a bit rn

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As soon as Cella and Syverson were gone you made your way down to where the hawks were kept. You asked the guard which one was available and he helped you tie your letter to its leg before sending it off. No matter how much you thought about the resource problem the Woodland people were facing you could not come up with a solution. So you had decided you wrote to your father laying down everything that has happened since you arrived. You felt a bit bad you had not bothered to write him before and now you only wrote in hopes that he would take action and help your new allies out. Breathing in deeply you walked back towards the palace, you just hoped that this would be the last of the bad news the Woodland people would have for a while. You spent the rest of the day, doing Cella’s chores. The cook and the maids looked at you in wonder but you had followed Cella around watching her do all her chores so you were more than capable of doing it. A maid had come over to you telling you there was no need to do them but you insisted. There was no sense in you sitting around waiting for the Lady of Warhorse to come back so you may resume your lessons. You had to keep busy.

Rosamund and you settled into a routine of doing chores together and taking small walks to get some fresh air and her strength up. The guards Syverson assigned you followed you everywhere but you did not mind. You were used to it. At home, you had at least two with you at all times. While you were walking to the town you could not help but notice a change in the people toward you. Before they were not necessarily rude or disliked you, but they were distant and careful of newcomers. Now they stopped in the streets to greet you, bowing their head or giving you small gifts. You did not quite understand why but Gisla had informed you that it was the people’s way of thanking you for saving Rosamund. Yet, what she did not tell you is what the people called you. They claimed in you the daughter of the moon had risen again, Princess Y/N keeper of moonlight. You walked to the tall tree you and Rosamund had set under weeks ago where you had found her crying. You pulled out a book and Rosamund began to read, once in a while you corrected her. You had started to teach Rosamund to read better and write as well as history, more advanced math, and different dialects. She was a clever girl eager to learn whatever she could. You should have told your father to send you some more books. You were running out. Since her accident, Rosamund had calmed down a bit more, but she also became more attached to you. One time she had a nightmare her maid had brought her to you. She would not calm down and asked for you. You tucked her into your bed got her some sweet tea and read with her, she had fallen asleep cuddled next to you. You would miss this. You had come to love the little girl like your own and even though you would be here for a while still you feared how you would fare when you would leave. You missed the sea and the warmth of the sun back home but you certainly would miss Cella, Rosamund, and Syverson too. As well as Ocre and Gisla. Your mind started to wander, thinking back on your last conversation with Syverson. How the pearl bounced off his dark chest hair and tan skin. It reminded you of the seaweed on the water contrasting so starkly to the light reflection on the water. You loved the sight and you liked it. Your hand subconsciously drifted to your own chest, where the pearl usually settled between your breast. You stroked the skin there remembering imagining if his chest hair would be as soft as your skin there. Would the pearl feel cool against his skin? Would he feel it tangled up with his chest hair? Rosamund rolled around ripping you out of your thoughts. You could feel your face heating up at your thoughts. Why had you thought about that? You pushed all the thoughts aside readjusting your position and trying to sleep.

The next day, all thoughts of Syverson have been pushed away and you resumed your routine. The ringing of a horn rang out breaking your routine. You saw the servants collecting some wine and bread and walking out the front of the palace. You followed them looking at what was happening. You saw the blond hair swaying in the wind and the broad smile of the woman on the horse. You were about to call for Rosamund when she ran out jumping down the stairs. Cella was dismounting her horse running to Rosamund. She picked her up twirling with her. You adored the picture. When you first came to Warhorse you were uncomfortable with their open display of affection. You no longer looked away, awkward and uncomfortable. You enjoyed the happiness you saw. Cella and Rosamund came up the stairs. Before she took the wine Cella came to you. It took you a second to lift your arms hugging her back. Even though you did not judge their affection it was still somewhat uncomfortable to be on the receiving end. She pulled back smiling at you for a second before taking the wine and bread. Rosamund was sneaking a piece of the tray too. You lifted an eyebrow at her and she just giggled burring her head in your skirt. You put an arm around her smiling softly at the girl. Once the welcome ceremony was over you ushered them both inside. You asked one of the servants to run Cella a bath and sent Rosamund to do her reading for the day. Cella had observed how you walked around Warhorse as if you owned it. She was not sure what to think about it. She felt relief that everything and everyone was okay but she could not help and feel adverse to a stranger being in control of her house. It made her realize that once she was married she would no longer be the Lady of Warhorse. She would no longer run it. And seeing another woman do it made her feel uncomfortable. She thought about the woman who would take her place, she had not yet a face, not knowing who will marry Syverson and when. She always thought she would teach the woman to give over the mantle before leaving and marrying. But Syverson seemed to have no interest in getting married, not even entertaining the thought or thought about getting to know a woman. Cella looked at you again, her eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought. You both walked towards Cella’s room. A servant was already preparing a bath, walking into the room once in a while to fill the tub. You sat down watching Cella shed her coat and open up her hair more. “Is there any news?” You asked. She stopped unlacing her boats for a second. “It does not look good.” You averted your eyes. “The barn storing our grain and winter food was completely burned down.” She hesitated for a moment, trying to get her riding dress off. You got up untying the strings holding the dress up. “There is something else on your mind Cella.” You looked into her blue eyes, so like Syversons. “You don’t need to tell me but you can. It will not leave this room.” She suddenly hugged you again. “Thank you, my friend.” Your lips twitched leaning into her. It made you feel warm in your chest. “There was something off about the fire.” She leaned back her eyes big and wild looking. A nervousness settled into you. “You do not think it was an accident.” It was not a question and Cella just nodded. “It was the way the shed burned down, and only that. Together with some animals missing it is weird.” She turned taking off the rest of her clothing and to step into the warm water. You left her to her bath, taking her clothing to get washed. Someone was targeting the food resources. Your stomach sunk and your mind started to race with a million questions. Your thoughts wandered to Syverson again. You hoped he was okay.

You wanted to turn around and ask Cella about Syverson and if he was okay but it was not relevant. If something had happened to him it would have already traveled to Warhorse. And anything else was non of your business you had already taken too much space around here. You had to stop attaching yourself to any kind of power position you can find and start accepting what you are. You remembered the letter you had sent to your father explaining to him what had happened and wished you could take it back. It was not appropriate for you to tell, but then on the other side were you not here to observe? You felt exhausted and it was not even evening.

In the following days, you pulled back little by little distancing yourself from Cella and even Rosamund. You had to. The power had gotten to you, you were practically walking around the place as if you owned it. You had seen the look on Cella’s face when you ordered the people around. You had not let it get to you at first, brushing it off as another person who did not see you as a woman in power. But then you realized it was not your place to be in power. And no matter how much you wished you were it was not your reality. If Cella had seen the change in you she did not let it show. You still gave her lessons and followed her around but now you were more of an instructor a shadow again instead of a companion. You spent more time in your room again, reading and writing letters to Aishwarya, asking her about your family and nephew. You felt bad that you had up and left and did not even bother to write them letters. It was not their fault that you were who you were.

The next time you heard the horn sound was a week later. You did not know that you would hear a third horn sound in a couple of days. Cella, Rosamund, and you went outside immediately. The riders of Syverson and him were approaching the wooden gate. You felt your heart speed up. The servants came out carrying trays of wine and bread for Syverson and his men. It took a couple of minutes before Syverson appeared behind the houses riding towards Warhorse.

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