#Answered: Asterin

[inmentemusae]

sacredpyre asked:

“It will get better.”-any

A small sigh escaped the witch's mouth coupled with the raising of her eyebrow as the other spoke. Sensing that they do not mean her any harm although she is still wary of them. "I hope you are right and it will get better, but one can only hope." She quietly says. Having hoped for a long while that it would get better. Yes she now owned her own book shop but not much else was better.

@sacredpyre Answered // Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!(though off anon is fine too!)

[pergaminaa]

Something something Modern AU:

Dorian is hanging out with Sorrel, Asterin and Vesta and Asterin recalls the time she Manon and Vesta bought a giant bag of ground coffee and they kept brewing coffee every 1-2 hours to get them though a long day.

Sorrel was there but she didn’t participate in the madness. She said how “they kept drinking that coffee as if it was damned water” and “they were all jittery as fuck” because Asterin and Vesta are a bad influence on Manon because she didn’t stop them and partook in that insanity.

[acourtofquestions]

“He'd deceived her, had lied to her. This man who she'd believed held no secrets between them. She didn't know why it made her want to shred everything within sight.”

— cause um… as you just said Miss Manon YOU CARE (& it’s even giving Chaolaena vibes in the I CARE way)… so like all I’m saying is you love him duh?

[yumeko2sevilla]

Andreja: Hey uh asterine, I think I need your help-

Mammon who is guarding Andreja who is in a nest of shiny objects he stoled.

Andreja: My lover is not letting me getting out and is pretty much taking me hostage so can you and Inazami help me persuade him?

"Mr. Mammon taking you hostage, huh? Well, I suppose I can do that. But I'm not very sure that it will work, that plan I figured out is.. pretty much weird."_Asterine

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[asterin-kelles]

I need to know about your knot fest fic!

Well, I’m doing it as a oneshot challenge for myself (that has to be an actual oneshot because I literally have time for nothing else). It’s real loose right now, but is shaping up to be something fun.

And that fake dating prompt really snagged me…

I lowkey (highkey) am sucker for the fake dating trope.

[moonlightazriel]

Chapter 1: Falling through the stars /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: When the four forces of nature are used at the same time in different places, their power resonates through the universe, connecting all of them together

Word Count: 3,1K

Warnings: Mentions of war, injuries and blood.

Notes: Welcome to the first official chapter of this weird crossover that came up in my mind, obviously this contains spoilers of both acotar and throne of glass, maybe a little crescent city spoilers but who cares? hehheheh

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Too much blood, so much that the metallic scent was making Nesta’s head spin. She watched the eerily silent baby in Morrigan’s arms, Rhysand’s pale face as he grasped his mate’s body. The silent plea in those violet eyes for someone to do something, anything to bring them back to him. 

All the wasted chances of apologising for years of abandonment, for letting her fourteen year old sister wander scared and alone in those cold woods, for letting her be taken to this world the first time, for allowing her back and for all the resentment Nesta felt towards herself crossed her mind. She never told Feyre how proud she was for everything she had become. A warrior, a High Lady, a mother. 

With a last glance towards the nephew she wanted to hold, the one she wanted to tell stories, the one she wanted to see grow and become a great leader just like his parents. The baby who had so much to live for, the baby who just needed a chance of a better life. 

It was for them and for them only that Nesta invoked that ancient power, prickling against her fingertips as she held the harp, the other two troves cold against her face and heavy against her head. And it was for them that she used them, no fear consuming her body, just the wish of saving her sister. And with that, Nesta stopped the time. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 

The universe felt as that wave of power crashed against the horn, and the other three troves sang in answer to that powerful call. A profane melody resonating throughout the stars, enveloping different worlds with its song. The females didn’t know what they had done, two strangers using the four items in unison, their power echoing, ripping the folds of space and time open.  

The gaps started to form, growing in places long forgotten, lands no one has ever heard about, all of them connected by the troves. Alluring and calling like a siren song, the most curious beings crossed it, falling in between the worlds, just small glimpses of the vastitude of the universe they never dared to study about. 

And it was through one of these gaps, staining the night sky of the Witch Kingdom in a bright light, that Y/N Blackbeak and Meraxes, her black wyvern fell. The winds roared, like an agonising screech trying to stop her, like they knew something she didn’t. Like they knew she would never return home. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 

When she woke up that morning, rubbing her eyes and jumping out of the bed to start her day, she had no idea what was about to happen. After the war and all the centuries of damage in their home, the witches, both Ironteeth and Crochans working together, had a lot to do.

Everyday she would force her body out of the bed, keep going on autopilot ever since everything she loved was ripped away from her. She tried hard to keep going, like Asterin would’ve wanted her to, be there for Manon, like Asterin would. But Asterin wasn’t there anymore, she would never return with that grin of hers, never see the progress they made and the union of her people. Asterin was gone and she was left behind to try to mend her broken heart. 

She blinked the tears away, resting her forehead against the cold tiles of her bathroom, the hot water making the skin of her back turn red. The burning sensation grounding her when the memories flooded her mind like a river. The sadness in her heart was an unwanted guest.

 Asterin flew by her, a smirk on her face as her yellow eyes landed on her younger sister, Y/N atop Meraxes felt, deep within the heart that she didn’t even know she had. She looked in horror as the Thirteen aimed for the witch tower, their wyverns clearing the way for Asterin, she jumped from Narene, landing in the middle of the tower. 

Y/N couldn’t see, but she tried to reach for her sister, reach for the only person that ever loved her, reach for that sisterly bond that lied within her soul ever since Asterin chose to keep Y/N under her wing, to train her and teach her what her duty was. Asterin, who despite everything they have been taught, chose to love Y/N like she was family. 

Meraxes was tired, tired of fighting and flying, but she forced him to go to the Tower, to save Asterin. But she was too slow and too late, the light coming from the tower wasn’t dark, it was the purest shade of white, so bright that her vision got blurry, the impact sending her and the wyvern flying backwards, with such force that they hit the ground with a loud thud. Where the tower and the Thirteen once were, nothing stood. 

Y/N wiped the blue blood that streamed above her eyes, a loud roar forming in the back of her throat, rumbling through her bones, she threw her head up, her lips parting as she roared to the skies, Meraxes roaring with her. Crying it was a weakness,  witches didn’t cry, but Y/N braced herself, ignoring her arm bending in a wrong angle, the pain in her sliced face, thanks to a Yellowlegs that jumped on her and tried to slash her face open. 

And she cried, cried and cried on that battlefield, cried as she got back on her feet, cried as she ripped a part of her riding leathers, wrapping her broken arm tightly against her body, branding her sword and marching towards the battle again. She would be strong, Asterin wouldn’t want her to give up. She would fight to protect what Asterin believed. She would fight for a better world, and die for it if she had to. 

She fought until exhaustion, her body collapsing on the dirty ground. Claws caged her, lifting her from the ground, she gritted her teeth as pure agony flashed from her arm, her face was completely numb at this point and she fought to keep her eyes open. She blacked out when Meraxes reached the walls that kept Orynth intact, his claws letting her go, her body hitting the floor and rolling to the side.

Hafiza found her, ordering that other healers carry her bruised body inside. But her wounds were deeper than the ones marking her skin.

She allowed her tears to fall, mixing with the water, where no one could see her. An hour later she was wearing her riding gear, the red cloak hanging from her neck, part of the official uniform they had to use, to symbolise the union. 

The witches watched her as she walked towards the Queen’s council room, as her wingleader and responsible for the remaining wyverns, she was always present in the morning meetings. As everything the Valg made was destroyed after Erawan died, they wondered how the wyverns belonging to the witches that decided to fight for Aelin Galathynius still remained, concluding that they were tied to this land by the bonds shared between them and their riders, not by the Valgs anymore. 

“Good Morning.” Manon Blackbeak greeted, her commanders just nodded their heads in greetens to their queen. “How are the wyverns in the Ferian Gap?” The heads of the witches present turned to her, she held her head high at the sight of the eyes lingering in her scar. 

“They’re being trained, I shall fly there today to see their progress, but I'm sure that soon they will be big enough to bond witches.” The queen nodded, her red lips smiling warmly at her, Manon was trying hard to be the best version of herself, the one her Thirteen believed she was before they sacrificed themselves for her. 

“I’ll go with you. I want to see them too.” And Y/N wondered if that sudden interest of going too wasn’t because it was weeks since she saw a certain handsome King in Adarlan. 

“Yes, my queen.” She dipped her chin in a silent bow of her head. Turning her mind off as the meeting kept going. Playing with her claws, scraping slowly the surface of the table, watching as faint lines marked into the wood. The morning meetings were boring as fuck. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 

“Good boy.” She scratched the wyvern’s chin, the animal shaking its tail like he was just a very big dog. No wonder Meraxes and Abraxos were really good friends, they were two gigantic puppies, with mortal claws and teeth, just like her. 

“You want to place a bet that these two will wait for us in a flower field?” Manon asked, the two females walked towards the entry of Ferian a few hours later. Y/N laughed, the skin of her scar pulling a bit as she did so.

“It’s not even something debatable anymore, those flowers sniffling addicts.” Manon smiled.

“You remind me of her.” The white haired witch blurted and Y/N came to a stop. 

“We do not even look alike.” She tried to joke, with shoulder length light brown hair, dark blue eyes and the slightly more tanned skin, she couldn’t be any more different from Asterin, but she knew what Manon meant and she didn’t wanted to think about it, even if the witch just felt the need to speak it outloud. 

“You could be twins.” She joked, but her expression turned to a serious one very quickly. “You have the heart just as good as hers was, and that’s where you two are equals to me.” She didn’t answer, the tears too heavy to carry. Manon didn’t demand a response when Y/N stopped, leaving the younger witch alone for a bit. 

The Ferian Gap was as it usually was, damp and smelling like wyvern shit. The animals roared and flew around in the pit. Witches trained them and fed them. Not a single one chained, all of them free to go but they chose to stay. The younglings were still learning how to fly while the elders tried to teach them how, it was honestly really cute. She was leaning against a wall, Manon’s words still replaying themselves in her head, when a different scent filled her nostrils. 

“Aelin’s delivery boy, what a pleasure to see you again.” She spoke, not even turning back to know that Fenrys Moonbeam was walking behind her, he let out a low chuckle. 

“And here I was thinking I was an ambassador.” He stopped by her side. Eying the witch up and down, recognizing the grief lacing her features. 

“Just a fancy name, I like to call it what it really is, delivery boy.” She snickered and Fenrys rolled his eyes. 

“I hate you.” He nudged her with his elbow, his braid moving behind his back as he did it. 

“Yeah yeah, mean witch and shit, I know that.” The male chuckled and she turned face to face with him. “What do you need?” After the war, she and Fenrys had grown really close, working together as Ambassadors for both of their queens. Wingleader her ass, Manon used her to gather resources and talk to important people. 

“Actually, Aelin sent me here cuz she apparently has a very important meeting with the ladies of her court.” She knew what this meant, it was Aelin’s way to gather her friends and make sure they were alive. 

“Am I invited this time?” She joked. 

“Unfortunately no, but can I invite you for some beers?” He was the closest friend she had now.

“I would love to. Are you free to have one in the Witch Kingdom?” The male nodded.

“Just need to do my job real quick.”

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 

Fenrys held her waist, she could feel his shaking body against her back, caging her between him and the saddle. She smirked as she turned slightly to him.

“Can’t I go by foot?” He asked and she giggled.

“Too far away. You’re stuck with us, Meraxes will behave.” She promised and Fenrys nodded. She could feel his tense body during the three hour flight, the male squeezed his eyes shut, if that’s what Rowan had to deal with in his animal form, he was glad to be stuck as a wolf. Being that far away from the ground was a big no for him.

The wyvern landed, and Fenrys more than happily slid down his leg, grounding himself and thanking the Gods he was still alive. 

“Are you alright?” She sounded genuinely concerned, but when he turned to her, he saw that smirk. “A certain Lord of Perranth would love to know about this.” Fenrys pretended to be hurt.

“You wouldn’t dare.” He started to follow her towards the tavern.

“Someone has to help that poor dude, with you and your queen constantly mocking him.” Fenrys held the door open for her, following her to a more secluded table. 

“He deserves it.” He defended himself. “The usual?” The witch nodded, and he went to the counter ordering their drinks. 

“How are you?” She asked, and Fenrys watched as a trickle of blood ran down her chin. 

“I’m better, really.” He sighed. “How are you?”

“I’ve seen better days.” She joked, downing the goblet of blood in one go. “But I will be fine.” And for her sake, Fenrys hoped that she was right.

“I don’t know how you do that.” He changed the subject and the witch raised an eyebrow, the scar going up too with the move. “The blood, I mean.” He scrunched his nose. 

“Don’t knock it until you try it.” She raised the goblet in his direction but he knew she was asking for another round. 

The two sat there, for hours, talking. The sky was pitch black and the stars shone bright in the sky. He was telling a story about some drunk fae wanting to pet him when a witch burst through the door. Her cheeks were red and her cloak followed her like a river of blood. 

“Bronwen needs you and your alliance to check something up, it’s important.” She stated, when Manon was away, it was her cousin that took care of things for her alongside Petrah Blueblood. Y/N turned to Fenrys, opening her mouth to apologise.

“Go do your duty, delivery girl.” He joked and she flipped him off, following the witch outside and whistling loudly to call Meraxes. 

She was in the air before the witch had the chance to get on top of her broom. Flying towards the castle, where her alliance waited for her. She slid down, her feet hitting the ground with a loud thud. She glanced at Shearah, her second in command.

“What’s wrong?” She demanded, the witch locked eyes with her.

“The witches saw a gap to the west, they don’t know what it is, but we can hear its call.” Y/N focused her hearing, like a faint whisper being carried by the wind, she could hear, calling, lulling, inviting them to see what was waiting for them on the other side. 

“Let’s go.” She adjusted her sword behind her back, hidden by the cloak, and the dagger resting against her thigh. Mounting Meraxes again, she was running towards the gap, following the melody.

 ⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 

The gap wasn’t that big, just a few inches, a slit like a snake eye looking at her, daylight peeked through it, interrupting the darkness in the sky. She had never seen something like this before. A chill ran down her spine. 

“Stay behind!” She warned, the alliance forming a wall behind her. 

She got closer, the thing looked like it was getting smaller by the second, she clicked her jaw, iron teeth covering her real ones, and her claws emerged from the tips of her fingers. Ready to attack in case something dared to cross. Just a closer look

The wind stopped its song, she couldn’t hear it anymore. The terrified faces of her alliance were the last thing she saw before she was sucked into the gap, watching with horror the night sky fading as it closed. She felt like she was falling, clutching the reins in the saddle with an iron grip. Her voice lost in the folds of space as she screamed. Falling, falling and falling. 

Until everything stopped, and she was dangling upside down, the parts of the saddle that held her in place caging her in, forcing against her skin, bruising the flash. Meraxes had fallen to the side, and she groaned as her head started to pound. She was struggling to get out of the saddle, but as she did, her body hit the floor. Pain started to appear from the point she had fallen on top of a rock and she huffed in annoyance.

She circled Meraxes, slapping its leathery nose, the wyvern was still breathing and she released the air she was holding, he opened its eyes, golden eyes meeting hers and she was never more thankful to see those big eyes curiously scanning her. 

The wyvern slowly got up, pulling her closer with a wing. She looked around, removing the pellicule that covered her eyes as she flew, a city was standing nearby, mountains surrounding it, the sight was quite beautiful but all she could wonder was. Where the FUCK she was? 

Things got even more confused when she heard the sound of steps against the fluff grass. Meraxes growled at the strangers approaching her. Stones shone in the two of them, one red and one blue. 

“What the fuck?” The male with the red stones yelled, his sword looking like a foolish attempt to protect himself from the really long teeth and sharp claws of the beast in front of him. She reached for her sword, armed and ready to attack. She was about to jump on them when they got closer and she could see their faces now.

The air was knocked out of her lungs and she wondered if she had gone insane, the achingly familiar face looked at her, the male was tall, beautiful big wings spread across his back, his hazel eyes studied her, trying to distinguish where to attack the threat. She felt like she knew him, her heart exclaiming that yes, she did know him, but her brain didn’t remember him, it wasn’t ready to remember him just yet. She shook her head and fixed her instance, the two stopped at the sight of her teeth glowing in the sun, ready to rip their skin apart.

“Where am I?” The female snarled and the beast behind her furiously stared at them, ready to rip them to shreds.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

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[saibug1022]

No Longer You

Word Count: 2k Characters/Relationship(s): Asterin Nightbloom, Tyril Starfury, Tyril x MC, Mal Volari x MC, Aerin Valleros x MC, Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury Genre/Tags: Angst, Hurt no comfort (yet), aggressive parallels A/N: This miniseries is very heavily inspired by Epic the Musical and therefore the Odyssey. This part is inspired by, shockingly, the song No Longer You. The series should be three parts so stay tuned.

Part 2, Part 3

“How could we have left him?!” Imtura exclaimed.

“We didn’t leave him,” Nia said, seeming just as angry as the warrior. “She kept him there.”

“Who is ‘she’?” Mal asked, his grip on Tyril’s shoulder tightening.

Tyril sighed, looking up from where he’d been sitting on a large boulder with his head clutched in his hands. As soon as the light had faded and they realized Asterin wasn’t with them, the whole group had fallen into a panic. None of them seemed to express fear nor grief in the same way which only sent them into a downward spiral thanks to the chaos seeded among them.

Tyril had fallen back into the same methods and emotions he’d used when Asterin disappeared: desperation. His mind was already shuffling through every story, legend, and even rumor he’d ever heard. Unfortunately, only one fit the situation.

“’She’ is Asin,” Tyril answered. Nia and Aerin must have came to the same conclusion seeing as Nia stared firmly at the ground and Aerin crossed his arms. “A rarely spoken of goddess. Scholars have always been conflicted as to why, but she was sentenced to fall in love with any who arrived on her island, which is also its own realm. Those she falls in love with are trapped there until Nilfira decides to intervene. It could have been any of us, but Asterin must have been the one she fell in love with.”

“Maybe you didn’t notice but none of us can realmwalk,” Aerin pointed out. He glared at Tyril like it was his fault they were in this situation and Tyril barely resisted the urge to leave him in a ravine. “How are we supposed to get to him?”

“Even if we could realmwalk, it’s impossible to find Asin’s realm,” Tyril retorted.

“So what, he’s just trapped there?” Mal asked. Tyril put his hand over Mal’s. The other man was clearly holding back tears and Tyril was in the same sitution.

“No, no way, I refuse to accept that,” Imtura scoffed. “There’s nothing you can’t find as long as you look for it. There’s always a course to plot, we just need a map.”

“You can’t plot a course through realms,” Tyril said.

“She may be right,” Aerin realized.

“Really?” Imtura replied.

“Maybe we can’t plot a course, but we could if we knew where it was,” Aerin said. “There is one man who may be able to find it for us. The Seer of Andreas.”

“Speaking to the Seer of Andreas drives people insane,” Tyril argued.

“Unless you have the proper motivation,” Nia added. “Think about it. Every story where people survived speaking to the Seer they were motivated by something other than power: Agnarr the Red wanted to protect his clan, Lianna was there with another only to fulfill her oath and uphold her honor, Perin was there for duty, and Ambrose for love. We’d be there because we love Asterin, not for power or glory.”

“Would that be enough?” Aerin questioned.

“It has to be,” Tyril replied.

It was an awful plan. But it was no worse than some of the other plans they’d had, including charging into the Shadow Realm headfirst while missing a member of their party. That plan had resulted in saving Morella. Perhaps this one could save Asterin, a task infinitely more valuable.

“I need you to stop talking myths and start talking facts,” Imtura spoke up.

“The Seer of Andreas can see everything,” Nia explained. “He doesn’t just see the future he sees every possibility of the future and the past. Most people who talk to him are driven insane under the weight of what he says assuming he even speaks to them. But a few have survived.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mal nodded and squeezed Tyril’s hand, standing up from the log. “Where is this Seer?”

“…another realm,” Nia admitted.

“So we’re back on the Realmwalking problem,” Imtura sighed. “Does anyone know where Valax went off to?”

“Actually,” Mal hesitated. Then he pulled a small cloth from his belt, that when unwrapped revealed a small vial of something red.

“Is that blood?” Tyril asked. He stood up to examine it closely and came to the conlusion Mal was indeed carrying around a vial of blood.

“It's Asterin's blood,” Mal clarified. Each of them stared at him in silence. “What? He gave it to me in case of an emergency!”

“He didn't tell me that,” Tyril said, looking at the vial over Mal's shoulder.

“Nor I,” Aerin agreed. “Why would neither of you say anything?”

“He made me swear to secrecy,” Mal explained.

“And thats the promise you keep?”

“Okay you know what you little sh-”

“Would you two stop bickering and focus?” Nia snapped. “Your jealousy issues come later, we need to find the Seer.”

“Can you use the blood to open a portal?” Imtura asked. Nia took the blood from Mal and clutched it in her hands like she could feel Asterin within it.

“I suppose we’ll find out,” Nia said

Not a day later their entire party spilled onto the ground of a cavernous temple. The entire inner chamber they’d fallen into was carved into the stone of whatever realm they were in. The ceiling was held up by stone columns, the stretches between them made of a white crystal that reminded Tyril of the archive in Undermount. There was not even a hint of light other than the teal fire in the braziers lining a walkway.

The walkway extended halfway over a pit so deep it seemed to be a void, a void with more turquoise light curling in tendrils, all arcing toward one figure. At the end was a figure partially obscured by shadow. He was tall but incredibly frail, wrapped in simple hooded robes.

“You made it after all,” The Seer hummed as they all scrambled to their feet. The seer turned around and Tyril felt a shiver run down his spine. It was an entirely involuntary reaction to something Tyril couldn’t quite name. Maybe it was how the Seer’s face was obscured by his hood, washing his face in shadows. It almost looked like he had no face, if not for his eyes glowing green. “I suppose I should welcome you to Andreas.”

This was it. If they failed here either Asterin would be lost or they’d be too mad to look for him.

“Great Seer,” Nia stepped to the front of the group and held out her hands in a gesture both placating and awed. “We humbly request your guidance, we desperately need help fin-”

“I know of whom you seek,” The Seer replied. Every word he spoke was completely flat and emotionless. It wasn’t apathetic, something more like tired. “I only wonder if you do.”

“What does that mean?” Imtura asked.

“This is not the first time your party has made it to Andreas in search of your friend,” The Seer told them. They all exchanged glances of varying confusion, alarm, and curiosity. “I only wonder which friend it is you seek.”

“Asterin?” The Seer continued. “Yet which version of Asterin? Asterin of Riverbend? Asterin Nightbloom? Asterin Volari? Asterin of the Great House Nightbloom? Asterin Starfury? Consort and Prince Asterin Valleros? Asterin, Avatar of the Dreadlord? Asterin of the Ash Empire?”

Each name felt like a punch to the gut. Many he could not pinpoint but of course he could a few. Asterin Volari. Asterin Starfury. Mal was breathless beside him and Tyril’s mind was spinning. Asterin Valleros. Aerin was wide eyed and conflicted. His eyes sparkled with hope and fear all at once. Avatar of the Dreadlord. Nia looked sick, Aerin along with her.

“Maybe it is not Asterin at all. Is it Raine? Aurelian? Va'or? Odette? Maiele? Myrdan? Aemyraithe?”

“Great Seer, we do not know these names,” Nia claimed.

“You do,” The Seer replied. “Though perhaps not you. Tell me then? Which name do you want to find?”

“Asterin,” Aerin said. His voice was tinged with desperation that for once aligned his interests with Tyril’s. Even Mal looked the same.

“Which Asterin?”

Each of them hesitated. Asterin used the name Asterin of Riverbend and Asterin Nightbloom interchangeably. The wrong name could lead them to man they didn’t know.

“You do not even know yourselves,” The Seer realized. “I cannot blame you. There are more Asterins than you could fathom.”

“Right, and you can see them all?” Mal snarked.

“I see everything, Mal Volari,” The Seer tilted his head. “I see your desperation, I see you recklessly offering your life to save your friends, I see Mal Starfury and Mal Nightbloom, I see how you look at Asterin, I see the light leave your mother’s eyes and I see your fear that one day you will be in that bed yourself with your loves standing over you with faces unchanged.”

Mal looked like he’d been slapped as his legs nearly gave out. Tyril found it difficult to breathe as he stared at him. Mal had spoken of his mother and how he’d sacrifice himself for Tyril and Asterin in a heartbeat. He’d even tried before. But the last piece was something Tyril had never even guessed.

“Mal…?” Tyril’s voice was barely a whisper but Mal still looked at him with an apology clearly on his lips.

“I see you Tyril Starfury,” The Seer continued. “I see blue turning to gray, I see you alone in a cold palace, I see you at a warm hearth with family by your side, I see your Dinvalir’s fear as she is frozen, I see you standing alone against the shadows, I see Tyril Volari, I see your Uluvalir screaming for you in chains, I see your dread as your failure strikes and cuts down those you love.”

His failure. Kaya. Alone and with family. Asterin tortured in that dungeon. Tyril had to tense his muscles to keep from shaking where he stood. He felt empty, as if his mind had fallen over the edge of the walkway and into the void.

“I see you, Aerin Valleros,” The Seer said. “I see how badly you wish to choose a name of your own, I see how you cling to your beloved, I see how badly you want to change but I see your fear you cannot, I see your eyes turning black, I see you standing over your silver haired elf with red staining your hands, I see your father’s grief, I see you watching a wedding you will never experience.”

For the first time in his life Tyril saw tears in Aerin’s eyes. He stumbled back but his knees still gave out, leaving him kneeling in defeat.

“I see Asterin Nightbloom cradling his brother in his arms,” The Seer warned. “I see his eyes turn black as he sits upon a throne of shadows, I see him scream as he lays waste to Morella, I see him burning with light from the inside out, I see him blessed in a home with the men he loves, I see a flaming sword in his chest, I see him bleeding on a dungeon floor, I see him on the edge of a cliff as a woman pleads with him to return.”

Tyril’s sword fell from his hand onto the stone. He absorbed every word but could not fathom any of it. Nearly every road for Asterin ends in tragedy. Why him? Asterin deserved to have everything he wanted and more. Not only had he saved the realms, but he saved the people around him. He brought light to shadows, literal and metaphorical. How could the Light not repay him in kind?

“I see every one of these worlds,” The Seer. “I will begin your journey by leading you to Asterin Nightbloom. But I will not tell you which path you are on. The world you live you must choose. Pray you choose correctly. Pray that at the end of the path, you are the same person who stepped onto it.”

[danikamariewrites]

I absolutely adored more pink and would love another one with the same sensitive pink loving reader. Maybe they get into an argument or smth?? Whatever you write I’ll eat it up

Feeling Blue

Manon x reader

A/n: thank you💕 I love this dynamic with Manon

Warnings: Angst to fluff

Manon was having a bad day and you were hell bent on fixing it. You hated seeing your mate upset or angry over something you could easily fix.

Usually when Manon gets in one of these moods it’s over random paper work or someone not cooperating with her. This time it was mindless paperwork that you could easily get done for her.

You waited just down the hall from Manon’s office, waiting for her to leave so you could sneak in. The door banged open and you jump, biting your lip so you don’t scream.

Watching her retreating back you notice her shoulders are tense. You’ll have to force her to relax tonight. Snapping out of your thoughts you tip toe into your mates office.

Just as you collected the papers Manon came back, stopping in the doorway letting out an annoyed huff. “Y/n,” she groans out, rubbing her temples. “Why are you in my office taking things?” Manon is practically screaming. Maybe you shouldn’t have done this. Maybe you should’ve asked Asterin or Sorrel to help.

You worry your lip as you fight back tears, blinking furiously. Stuttering to find your words. Manon stomps over to you, towering over you, putting her hands on her hips as she waits for your answer.

The scowl on her face is terrifying. You gently placed the papers down with shaking hands. Quickly whispering out an apology you flee from the room so Manon wouldn’t see your tears. The last thing you wanted was for her to feel guilty.

On your way back to your shared living quarters you bumped into Vesta. The witch grabbed you by your arms, steadying you. “I’m sorry y/n I didn’t see you.” She chuckled. “It’s ok, my fault I wasn’t looking.” You say, wiping at your tears.

Vesta noticed and started panicking, “Does Manon know you’re upset? Who made you cry?” She asked rapidly. You shook your head no. “She doesn’t know I’m crying. She yelled but I get it, she’s stressed. I was just trying to help I just did the wrong thing…” Vesta let a long sigh out through her nose.

“Go wait in your room. I’ll talk to Manon.” You nod, keeping your eyes on the floor as you walk. Once you close the door you fling yourself on the couch letting your sobs out. Why would she yell at you? Manon never yells at you, no matter what.

An hour later, your tears dried up, you’re curled up on the couch watching the fire in the hearth crackle. You hear the door open but don’t bother to look up. You don’t particularly feel like being nice to Manon.

The couch dips with her weight as she sits on the other side. “Baby, can we talk?” Manon asks, sounding unsure of herself. You let out a small hum in response. “I’m so sorry I yelled earlier. I never should’ve done that.” Thick tears start to fall from your eyes.

You look at her with sad, doe eyes and her heart breaks. Manon never wanted you to look like this because of her. “I just wanted to help,” you whisper. Manon swears she feels her soul leave her body. She didn’t realize you had been helping her with the small stuff that took up her time these past few months.

Manon scoots closer to you. “Oh baby, come here.” She opens her arms for you to climb on to her lap. You rest your head on her chest as Manon plays with your hair, gently rocking you in her arms. She whispers sweet nothings as you calm down again.

“Are you still mad at me?” You mumble against her leathers. Her head shakes, ruffling your hair. “Not at all baby. I could never be mad at you.” You let out a breathy laugh. “Promise you’ll never yell at me again.”

Manon holds your face between her hands, tilting your face to look at hers. “I swear on the Three Faced Goddess, I will never ever yell at you again. No matter what.” She leaves a small kiss on your forehead before pulling you back to her chest.

[throneofsapphics]

on the edge

Manon x Reader x Asterin

Summary: Day 18, Knife play with Manon and Asterin. 

Warnings: slight blood kink, knife play, smut, minors dni! 

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“Stay still beautiful,” Asterin whispered into your ear, and you shivered as a knife trailed it’s way down your spine - the tip balanced just so it wouldn’t cut through your skin, but you could feel the sharpness of the blade, the cool sting of metal against your skin as she twisted, so the back of the blade glided over your smooth skin. Her decades of experience showed in the way she traced patterns - circles and swirls ghosting your back, trailing up and down your spine as you fought to control your breathing. 

“Look at me.” You heard Manon’s sharp voice, a hungry look in her eyes. Right now, you were their prey, caught in their web, at the mercy of two bloodthirsty witches. An iron nail tilted your chin, as you whimpered as the shift caused Asterin’s blade to dig in slightly, drawing a small amount of blood you could feel dripping down your back. 

“Manon,” you heard Asterin sigh, but her not-iron fingers swiped over your back, gathering the blood up before she leaned over you - ignoring Manon’s hiss, and wiped it off on the other witch’s pants. Manon shot her cousin a glare that promised retribution. But, you could only focus on Manon as she retracted her hand, drawing a small knife from the sheath on her thigh, flipping it twice. You kept your eyes open as the tip trailed down your chest, over your sternum, circling your nipples. Asterin’s blade, behind you, was copying her movements - in complete synchrony, a low laugh sounding in your ear as you shivered, trying to keep yourself perfectly still. Too abrupt of a movement, and you could be left with a stab wound. 

Manon paused at your navel, eyes trailing up your body to hold your gaze. Asterin had shifted, a small thud sounded and from the corner of your eye you saw the knife discarded on the bed. She stood behind you, pressing your back against your chest as she ran careful hands up the side of your thighs. 

Manon flipped her blade, the end trailing across you instead as those burnt gold eyes danced. Your throat bobbed, that only meant she had something else in mind. Quickly, Asterin had shoved you back on the bed, and you landed with a squeal as she snatched the knife beside your head - one you’d narrowly missed. 

“I think you’ll like this love,” she murmured, placing a kiss on your neck as you arched your back, keening into her. 

Manon had moved, leaning back against the wall to watch the two of you, arms crossed. Her usual stone-cold expression was there, but you could’ve sworn you spotted a glimmer of anticipation - or mischief. 

The end of Asterin’s knife slid up your folds, the cool metal sharp and almost stinging against you. 

“Are you okay with this?” She asked, twisting it back and forth, not entering - but teasing you. It sounded like a challenge, and you couldn’t turn it down. A small nod was your answer. 

“Words,” Manon purred. 

“Yes,” you breathed. Asterin didn’t look convinced. 

“Please, please, fuck me.” She raised a brow, lips turning up at the corners, and slowly inched inside you. 

It didn’t hurt, but the sensation was so different compared to her fingers - all of the ridges and edges hitting places you hadn’t felt before. One arm kept you pinned to the bed and you gasped, squirming your hips - not sure if you were trying to get away from it, or wanting her to sink deeper. Strangled moans ripped from your throat as she wedged deeper, deeper - you were scared the blade would get inside you, slicing you open, but she carefully pulled out, sliding back and forth in slow movements, twisting in different angles. 

“Fuck her or I’ll do it for you,” Manon snarled from the corner. 

Asterin rolled her eyes, but pulled out harshly, drawing a scream from you as she slammed back in. It left you on the edge of pain and pleasure, carefully dancing on that line. Her other hand circled around your clit - sending you tumbling over into ecstasy as you begged her to keep going, drawing pleases, and oh gods,  from you. Edged chuckles came from Manon as she stalked over, pinching and twisting one of your nipples. 

She knew exactly what that would do, and your walls tightened around the knife, slick with your arousal, and you let out a scream. Loud enough they could probably hear you all the way in the aerie, and rode out your orgasm, pushing back against her, fists clenching the sheets. 

[rowaelinsdaughter]

KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER IV

a/n;; i hate iskra so much almdofnmdoiajnid

WARNINGS;; spoilers for heir of fire, soft manon (not even a warning but omg), bl00d, angst to comfort

the day of the selection had finally arrived and manon was eager. titus was hers. she had been talking about it with ayla the night before. she could imagine manon flying with him, but she had a bad feeling, something was going to happen, something was off. 

forty three wiches were gathered on the platform waiting for the wyverns.

the three matrons would draw sticks if more than one claim was made on a mount, and ayla knew titus was going to be the most claimed wyvern. standing by her side, manon was getting more anxious as time passed. 

she looked at the wyvern who was already chained to the wall, ready for the other wyverns to beat him up, and the wyvern looked up at her. the magic didn’t exist anymore, but she could have sworn she felt something different in him, that this wyvern, half the size of the others, was special.

one after another, the wyverns were brought and claimed, asterin claimed a female. the fiercest one and cunning eyed. it suits her ayla thought. a knowing look between her and manon. she felt petrah blueblood getting closer before the others, thanks to her fae blood. petrah gave ayla a nod and went straight to manon’s side, a soft snarled from asterin was the only warning.

“waiting for titus, aren’t you?”

“and if i am?”

“i’d rather you have him than iskra.”

and then she tensed as she felt iskra closer, right behind them. a little squeeze on her hand was the only reaction from manon as she was still looking at the tunnel. 

“plotting already?” iskra teased. ayla was going to answer when the blueblood heir said as she lifted her chin “i think titus would make a good mount for manon”.

titus thundered out, snapping to the men there. he wheeled on the bait beast, striking him with his barbed tail. ayla flinched a little. he was a beast, utterly cruel. and titus struck again. again. again. at that moment manon knew titus knew where to hit, where it would cause the most agony. a whip sounded but he kept pacing in front of the bait beast.

“if you want him so badly,” iskra whispered, “why don’t you go get him?” 

and she pushed her. 

“MANON!!” ayla shouted followed by asterin and she watched as manon slammed into the ground. she was going to the pit, but a pair of arms stopped her from going, and sorrel dragged her down to the floor. “LEAVE ME DAMN IT” but the matron gave the order that no one was going to the pit, and she could only watch manon and how titus turned toward her. pure fear. that was what she felt. the wyvern was between her and the gate but he had his dark eyes pinned on her. she needed to run, she needed to get out of there. even with wind cleaver she didn’t have any chance. but titus was looking above her, and behind her… the bait beast. the wyvern was looking at manon with hunger, but she knew that the emotion was for titus, not her.

so manon twisted to her feet and ran.

ayla watched as manon ran to the open gate, just as the little wyvern slammed his tail against titu’s head. 

and the fight began. tails and claws. but everyone knew titus would win. he was stronger, bigger. the bait beast dodged the tail by slamming its own down atop it, but couldn’t escape the jaws that latched on to its neck. he couldn’t get free. and manon ran for titus and brought wind cleaver down upon his tail. 

ayla’s heart was beating so fast she knew everyone could hear it. she watched as the bait snapped titu’s throat. they all watched titu’s dead body. 

men were rushing in with spears and swords and whips, and the bait beast growled.

manon held up a hand. and again, the world stopped. 

manon, eyes still upon the beast, said, “he’s mine.”

at that, a sob broke through ayla and she felt to the ground.

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abraxos. that was how manon named her wyvern. 

when manon came, she was filthy and her ankle was wrenched. ayla ran to manon, crushing her with her arms. “gods manon, i-” she couldn’t talk, and she felt manon’s arm’s on her shoulder’s. she then looked where the yellowlegs heir was being held by asterin. “looks like i lost my footing” she simply said.

that night, in the mess hall, ayla and manon looked as iskra whipped asterin in front of everyone. apparently it was her fault manon fell in the pit. and asterin didn’t scream. and after that, her grandmother called her. she had slapped her in the face and told her she had humiliated her and every blackbeak by choosing abraxos, but ayla knew there was some kind of bond between abraxos and manon. not like the one they had, but she had known the moment he had looked at her that he was different. a warrior indeed. 

later that night, ayla was perched on manon’s lap, her face hidden on her neck, while manon comforted her, her hands stroking her back.  

“i nearly lost you today, manon. i couldn’t think straight. all i could think was that i needed to go to the pit and… i don’t want to lose you manon.” she moved away from her neck so she could watch her golden eyes. “i can’t lose you manon, do you hear me?? i. can’t. you’re all that i have, you’re the only one i have.” she took her face between her hands “so hear me out manon. don’t you dare lose this game and don’t you dare die during it.”

manon rested her forehead with hers. “i’m going to win and and you're not going to lose me” she kissed her softly. it was rare, so rare that manon was soft. even with her, she was chaos, a storm. she was passionate, her kisses were heated everytime their lips met. but know, manon blackbeak knew she had nearly died, and also knew that her mate wouldn't have gotten over it. so ayla followed the kiss, while manon lay her down on their bed, and made her remember that she was going nowhere. 

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“why’s he curled up like that?” manon asked the man. 

she looked inside the pen where abraxos was. ayla at her side, and asterin lurked in the shadows, was monitoring everything. she wasn’t going to let manon out of her sight. 

“suspect it’s ’cause he’s never had a pen to himself. not this big, anyway.”

“where did they keep him before?” asked ayla. the man looked at her from head to toe. lust reflected in his eyes as he took the sight of her breasts, her waist, her legs… ayla noticed the look and with a movement of her wrist, her iron nails snapped, a wicked smile displayed on her face. and a proud smile appeared on manon’s face. a squeeze to her waist. good job witchling.

the man swallowed three times before answering. “with the other baiters in the sty. he’s the oldest of the baiters, you know. survived the pits and the stys. but that doesn’t mean he’s suitable for you.”

“if i wanted your opinion on his suitability, i’d ask for it,” manon said, eyes still on abraxos as she approached the bars. “how long to get him in the skies?”

“could be days or weeks or months. could be never.” 

ayla watched abraxos uncurl a little so he could see between his wings. and again, ayla thought that manon had made the best decision.

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[inmentemusae]

fortitudina asked:

are they a home-cooking kind of person, or do they rather get takeouts? ( for Connor, Myzair, Aelin, Asterlin )

Asterin is both a home cook and takeout type of girl. You will find she cooks meals as much as she gets a takeout, despite being a really good cook. If she gets a takeout she will tend to take it home or back to her bookshop where she will eat her food alone. When she does cook a meal she tends to make an extra portion either to freeze or for her lunch the next day. 

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[mariaofdoranelle]

Drawing up the Plans

If you saw my struggle here, now you know that I made it 🥳 ! Kinda. I still need to post a part 2 since I had no time to make it the oneshot it was meant to be. But it’s not midnight where I live yet so it’s pretty much still Rowan’s birthday loll

I’m also using a prompt from @rowaelinprompts

Happy birthday to Rowan!! Here’s a birthday fic

Warnings: language

Words: 940

Fenrys: if we were to throw a hypothetical party this sunday

Fenrys: would you be mad if i brought asterin?

His girl for the month. Rowan rolled his eyes at his phone while pressing the elevator button, eager to get to his house and rest. He texted back:

Rowan: You’re throwing a hypothetical party on my birthday?

Fenrys: kinda

He pressed on the button again, as if it would come faster. For fuck’s sake, when Rowan moves to a new place after he graduates, he’ll sure check how fast the elevators are.

The answer was decided, Rowan was just thinking of the best way to put it. Fenrys would bring this girl to the “surprise” party, force Rowan to interact with this stranger and have pictures of her there for the rest of his life, just to get bored of her within the month like he usually does.

Rowan: No.

Fenrys: i can ask her to bring you a friend

Fenrys: as a hypothetical birthday gift

Rowan: No. You can give her a slice of cake after the party is over.

Rowan: Correction: The hypothetical party

When the elevator arrived, Rowan couldn’t help but lean on its wall. Is this the moment he regretted not spending the summer with his family? He could be sipping beer with his cousins for free at Uncle Ellys’ beach house, but of course he’d refuse the plane ticket his parents offered as a birthday gift to stay in Varese, being yelled at by his boss because apparently his customer service smile was too weird.

The thing is: his regrets decreased significantly when he got home.

Rowan was first greeted by the smell of burnt food and the sound of animated characters arguing on the TV. By how loud it was, he had no idea how Aelin managed to fall asleep on the couch. He took his sneakers off and kept his footsteps as soft as possible as he turned the TV off and sat beside her sprawled body.

She was half-clutching a bowl of burnt cookies. Knowing Aelin, she was eating them out of stubbornness. It was the only answer, considering how they looked.

He moved a strand of hair off her face. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

Aelin’s eyes fluttered halfway open, just enough for her to settle around him, hug his middle and fall back asleep. Chuckling, he carefully picked her up to take her to her room before she got a sore neck.

When Vaughan moved out and Aelin asked to take his room in the apartment Rowan shared with Fenrys and Lorcan—and Elide from Thursdays to Mondays—he didn’t think much of it.

He didn’t think she’d sit on a stool and chat about their days while he chopped vegetables.

He didn’t think she’d fill his empty bathroom with six different hair masks and leave the bathroom smelling like lavender every time.

He didn’t think he’d fall head over heels in love with his friend.

Rowan quietly kicked her bedroom door open and placed her in the bed, his touch delicate as if Aelin was made of porcelain.

Once she was settled and Rowan was covering her with a blanket, she held his wrist. “Cuddles?”

A flood of warmth spread through Rowan’s body. He didn’t think twice before lying beside her on the bed, feeling her button nose nestle his collarbones for a few seconds before sliding against his neck and nuzzling his cheek.

More used to it each day, Rowan brushed his lips against hers. It was tender and idle, not quite matching the urge he felt with the way his blood hammered its way against his vessels, making his heart go a mile a minute. Aelin had her hand on his hair and cheek, playing their lips and tongue, nice and slow until he lost his mind.

The only reason he was letting her do that while half-awake was because it wasn’t their first time doing something like that, even if it wasn’t often, but Aelin was very awake in most of them. They never passed this stage—or even addressed what they were doing—and Rowan wouldn’t test her limits when she didn’t seem ready to cross them.

Feeling his heavy breathing, Aelin smiled against his lips. “You’re my favorite roommate, did you know that?”

He snorted. “Good to know it’s not Lorcan.”

Aelin wrinkled her nose, but pecked him once more after. “Do you have plans for your birthday?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Good.” She squeezed his middle, pressing her face close to his booming heart. “Don’t make any.”

Rowan brushed her hair back, watching her drift off again. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He decided to wait a little more before leaving her room. Not to watch her sleep, just for… reasons he couldn’t think of now. Rowan caressed her scalp, considering the turmoil of feelings he’s been through since he became aware of his feelings for Aelin. And how much of a good kisser she is.

Rowan would be lying if he said he didn’t want to tackle all the bases at once with her. He’d do every single thing that never left his mind if he could, but some things are meant to stay between a man, his shower and his hand. Whatever plans she had for him, he only wanted to know if he could keep his hopes up at all.

Truth was, if Aelin decided she’d do nothing more than hold hands for the rest of her life, Rowan would just hope his skin wasn’t too dry.

The only thing he needed to know was if she wanted him as something more than a friend or not.

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[acourtofquestions]

Favorite character from Throne of Glass so far? And try to guess mine 😜

Ooh, a good question! One that I actually have an answer to; despite the fact my answer really is all of them😂 (well all minus the obvious ones your NOT supposed to like; Arobynn, Maeve, Rourke Farran, the Blackbeak Matron, etc.) and while I am going to try & self-edit (something I’m terrible at, as any glance at my blog will show😂) the easiest explanation I have is probably this:

I will always utterly adore Fleetfoot like no other. Same with Abraxos. And Elide (who I seem to be in agreement with the characters; we would die for that cinnamon roll😂)

Fenrys snuck up on me & I’m still figuring it out, but I think he’s funny, and very charismatic/compassionate.

Asterin Blackbeak has really grown to have such a joy-filled place in my heart. & I really enjoy the 13’s dynamic & badassery. So, of course Manon is on there too (from the first introduction when I was like… she’s killing people… but somehow I like her? To now being the child of peace, the hope & heart of the “heartless”).

Aedion (despite our occasional moments of a tiff) I love the way he loves. Dorian (I don’t think we share an opinion on this one, which is totally okay) I just really appreciate his mind! Chaol was for a while then the opposite, right now I think I’m positive neutral-ish? … I can pretty much always find things to love in main/side/random characters.

And don’t get me started on Sam Cortland… that man… always beloved😭

Lysandra Ennar (despite that EoS plotted ending lol😅😅) I love her, I love the way she loves her found family, I love her sisterhood with Evangeline (esp. dear to me in my own life), & I appreciate the way her trauma is NOT her entire story.

Rowan Whitethorn (who funny enough was NOT a favorite for a while; twas a rough start but once I loved him, (& will never) not love him).

And now dwindled down to the answer of all answers, beyond even this series or Maasverse (of all fandoms this & she have become an all-time fav) Aelin Galathynius; I almost can’t explain it & would just say READ 8 BOOKS & you’ll get it😂 she’s such an arc & fleshed out character, a kind I don’t see often (especially in powerful female character personalities when a main character or any role for that matter) she makes sense to me, there’s a lot beyond the surface, she & that have meant a lot to me in my own life/trauma/grief & (much like the MANY characters that fall for her for this same reason) she's just something else; wild, fiery, witty & hilarious, impossibly smart, sharp but king, empathetic/understanding & compassionate, fiery yet controlled, deep-feeling & loving, bold & somehow joyful, brave (even if afraid), & very much the force of life & humanity & falling in love with living. She’s the (fire) heart of the story for a good reason.

Now, as far as your favorite goes THAT'S is a very good question (one that I will also leave in your ask box in case it’s easier; whichever works best for you whether here or there :-) is it cheating to have glanced at your blog previously?😂 … okay, so, I’m going to guess based on that & conversations plus general vibes Manon, Rowan, or Aelin. Less so the latter, esp. as I think it just vibes a little more (idk why… total guess here😂😝)? I definitely think your questions/thoughts are very well-put & intelligently written, plus fun & kind… so I’m leaning towards Rowan more so because of the amount of heart & “a dreamer's heart” he does have? We’ll see, regardless I have no doubt it’s a great one & can’t wait to hear it😆 so, thanks SO much for the double fun ask!!😊🫶

[neekins]

"I'll always find you"

Part Two

Fandom: A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder Pairings: Ravi x Reader, implied Pip x Connor Warnings: Kidnapping, jealousy, neglectance, sad Ravi, sad Pip (I’m sorry, I love her too), angst. Summary: Set in the second book (kind of, only small mentions), but Pip is not the only one receiving warnings. Ravi ignores it until he loses his girlfriend who he had neglected to prove Sal’s innocence.

Part One …

It has been a few months since Y/N has arrived home. She hadn’t contacted anyone since she arrived. Of course everyone knew. Both Pip, Cara and Ravi had been trying to contact her.

So far, she had 158 text messages and 93 missed calls from Ravi. Every time he called, she would stare. She wanted to answer it, but she couldn’t manage it.

At school, she couldn’t look at anyone. They were always staring. She resorted to eating her lunch in the school washroom, but it didn’t matter because Pip had started eating her lunch to keep Y/N company.

She hadn’t heard from Becca, but she was filled in on all the fun she missed thanks to Pip’s podcast. She still couldn’t wrap her head around what happened with Becca. She missed Bee. …

Y/N walked into the dining room to find her family sitting for breakfast. They all tensed when she sat at the table.

“Did I miss something?” she asked.

“No…,” her mother said quietly, “It’s just that Nisha and Mohan came by yesterday. Ravi’s not well.”

“Why?” Y/N’s breath was lost. “What’s wrong with him?”

“What’s not wrong with him?” her brother muttered to himself.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N turned to her mother.

“He wants to see you,” Y/N averted her eyes. “He refuses to eat and he’s locked himself in his room.” …

And so Y/N found herself on the Singh’s doorstep. She heaved a breath and lifted her hand to the door. She gently knocked twice. Not too loud to seem invasive, but not too quiet for them not to hear.

Nisha opened the door. Her expression was a bit like her mother’s when she looked at her. Teary eyes, quivering chin and shifting stare. She lifted her arms out to ask Y/N for a hug. Y/N abided. Her caring arms reminded Y/N of her mother’s as well.

“Come in, come in,” Mohan said as he approached the two hugging figures.

Y/N and Nisha let go of each other and stepped into the house. Mohan gave Y/N a side hug.

“He’s upstairs,” Nisha said.

Y/N smiled and found her way up their wooden steps and to Ravi’s room. She knocked.

“Do you want to build a snowman?" She sang.

“Go away," his voice was heard.

“Okay, bye," She sang once more.

The door opened and revealed the one and only ravishing Ravi Singh.

“I’m joking, he said. “Come in."

Y/N followed him in his room. It was a mess. Other than his bed, his clothes were thrown everywhere.

A framed picture of them laid on his bed. He wore his graduation clothes with one arm around her and the other holding the camera while she had her arms around him and kissing his cheek.

He lay on his bed.

“Ravi, have you eaten?"

“I’m waiting on you," he said. “We’re supposed to go to that cafe you like."

Y/N sat on his bed and reached for his hand, which he gladly gave her.

“What happened?"

“You mean with Bee. Pip covered that on her podcast."

“No," she said. “With us.

“I can’t answer that, I am sorry for neglecting you and it is completely my fault," he glanced at her with his kind eyes. “I got a warning to stop or someone I cared about would be hurt. I didn’t listen and that person was you. I’m just sorry. I thought if I distanced myself from you, you would be in the clearing. I didn’t worry about Pip ‘cause she had Connor.

“That's not what I expected but I completely understand," Y/N could feel the tears burning her eyes. “I just wish you told me sooner."

“N/N, if we could do it all again and you knew why," he paused. “Would you stay?"

“In any alternative, I’d stay."

Ravi got up to kiss her hair. She lifted her arms to his neck and pulled him down for his lips to meet hers.

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WIP tag -

I'd love to know about the Single Dad AU (and the dad jokes therein) 👀

It sort of started as a “what if…” conversation with a friend that sort of grew legs.

Here. Have a snippet.

[saibug1022]

The Last Time

Word Count: 2k

Aerin Valleros x Asterin Nightbloom (M!MC)

A/N: Listen. Guys. Listen. This isn't my fault this time okay. This was supposed to be fluff. But then I saw some angsty ideas from @zhoras-bitch and @spacetravels and some little demon in my brain was like "what if you combined them and wrote about the breakup" and here we are. This is devastating and I am SO proud of it. Also, @oh-so-youre-a-nerd I'm tagging you too because I know you want to see this.

"There he is."

Asterin groaned at the voice, eyes still screwed shut against the light from what he guessed was a fire. His shoulder still felt like it was burning but now there was something wrapped around it snugly and he could just feel herbs under it. 

He began to widen his senses, letting them take in his surroundings. The light was definitely a fire, he could feel the warmth of it. There was the distinct and familiar sound of wind against a tent and moving through branches. The sharp smell of herbs and medicine hit his nose next, followed by the bitter taste of zintris in his mouth which was a herb usually used for tampering down a fever. 

Finally, he recognized the voice and his eyes snapped open as he sat up with a gasp. The movement made pain lace through his nerves but he didn't care, eyes darting around until he spotted him.

"Aerin," Asterin breathed. "You're here." 

"I told you I'd come if you needed me," Aerin replied. He stood from where he'd been tending the fire and sat on the ground next to Asterin so he could begin looking over Asterin's bandages. "From the looks of things you definitely did."

Aerin's hands began methodically unraveling the bandages wrapped around Asterin's shoulder and torso. The wound itself was throbbing constantly, but the disgraced prince's touch made a feather look heavy. Yet the touch still hurt him, just not physically. Every time Aerin's fingers brushed his skin Asterin felt the ghost of his touch everywhere else, remembered how it felt to finally have him so close only to lose him in the morning. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and as the bandages finally fell Asterin grabbed Aerin's hand to stop him.

"You seem to be free of any corruption from the Shadow magic," Aerin told him hesitantly. "It's as if all the Light you took in from the Blade of Light, the very thing that made you a Realmwalker, is actually burning through the Shadow completely."

"You know that isn’t what I want to talk about right now," Asterin replied. Aerin sighed and his gaze shifted to the fire.

"I know," Aerin muttered. Asterin squeezed his hand to get Aerin to look at him again but instead of meeting his eyes, Aerin seemed to focus on the chain dangling from Asterin’s neck.

“You know, you’re a damn good student,” Asterin said, only half teasing, and Aerin chuckled.

“I try,” Aerin replied as he flashed Asterin a grin that shouldn’t be anywhere near as charming as it was. But Asterin had always been weak for it. Weak for him.

Asterin gave a laugh of his own as he laid down next to Aerin on the bed. He spotted Aerin watching him from the corner of his eye and Asterin lifted his arm in offering. Aerin hesitated and for a moment Asterin thought he’d be rejected but finally, the human carefully scooted closer under Asterin’s arm. Asterin curled his arm around Aerin’s waist and pulled him closer until Aerin’s arms were around him too, with his head pillowed on Asterin’s chest and their legs hopelessly tangled beneath the blanket.

“You aren’t returning to the festival?” Aerin wondered and Asterin gave a hum in response.

“I’m happy right where I am,” Asterin answered. 

A comfortable silence fell over them as Asterin drew patterns with his fingers on Aerin’s hip and the fallen prince melted further and further into him until there wasn’t a breath of space between them.

“Asterin?” Aerin murmured and Asterin replied with a small noise of acknowledgement. He felt Asterin’s fingers ghost over his chest until they settled on the golden ring he kept on a chain under his shirt. Normally it was hidden from the world but now Aerin held it as if it was going to burn him. “You kept it?”

“Are you surprised?”

“Can you blame me?”

“Not really.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you keep it?” 

Asterin’s fingers paused in their strokes as he thought over his answer.

“I don’t know,” Asterin confessed. “There isn’t really a simple answer to that. I think at first it was almost a form of punishment for not seeing through the lies, and a reminder to never let it happen again, because every time I felt it against my chest or I held it or even looked at it, I felt that betrayal and heartbreak all again.”

“I see,” Aerin muttered, now tense in Asterin’s arms. He shifted as if to get up, but Asterin tightened his grip and took his hand over the ring. Aerin looked back up but not quite at Asterin’s face. He wouldn’t look away from their joined hands. Or perhaps he couldn’t.

“But that was right after the battle,” Asterin continued. “It changed after that. Even now it’s different.”

“How?” Aerin questioned, but his voice wavered ever so slightly. Asterin gave him a reassuring smile. Even if the fallen prince wouldn’t meet his eyes, Asterin didn’t look away from his face.

“When I saw you again it became a different kind of reminder,” Asterin explained. “It reminded me of the good things. The bond that we had and the memories we shared. Then it was hope. As I saw the person you were becoming I started feeling hopeful that maybe all of that wouldn’t just be memories. And now? Well, I think you can guess.”

“Somehow I think I can,” Aerin chuckled. “Especially since I feel the same way.”

Asterin couldn’t help it. He leaned down to kiss him and Aerin met him halfway. The kiss wasn’t frenzied or heated like the ones before. This time it was soft and strong like devotion, an expression of feelings both of them were barely too scared to put into words. But it was in the movement of their lips and the way they held each other as their kisses eventually slowed and they drifted off to sleep. 

That is, until Asterin woke up cold and in his half-asleep daze reached out for Aerin only to find the bed just as empty as his arms. He opened his eyes as he sat up and looked around the tent. Aerin was nowhere to be found. Worse, his things were missing too. Not just his clothes but all of his supplies and bags as well. His heart sank into his stomach as his throat tightened in panic, dread clawing it’s way to the surface. He wouldn’t, he swore he wouldn’t.

“Aerin?” Asterin called out to the empty tent. No one answered. 

Asterin pulled off the covers and heard the rustle of paper next to him. He glanced down to see a folded piece of paper with his name on it. His hands shook as he opened it.

‘Dear Asterin…’

Asterin let go of Aerin’s hand to wrap his fingers around the ring instead, blocking it from view. He’d almost taken it off that day, but some traitorous part of him still hoped Aerin would be back within a day, maybe two. Instead, weeks passed with no sign of him. Still, Asterin couldn’t bring himself to take it off.

“Why are you here, Aerin?” Asterin asked, voice just a little too harsh. 

“To save you,” Aerin answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Right,” Asterin muttered. 

“Asterin-” 

“A letter, Aerin,” Asterin snapped. “I understand why you left. I don’t blame you, really. But you couldn’t find the courage to say anything to my face. You left me alone in the middle of the night with a letter then disappeared for weeks and we didn’t hear a word from you. For all I knew you could’ve…”

“Betrayed you?” Aerin said, hurt behind his eyes. “Still you don’t trust me?”

“I worried you were dead.”

“...oh.”

“Oh?” Asterin scoffed. “That’s all you have to say for yourself. Of course. Shame on me for expecting anything else.” 

Asterin winced as he stood and looked around the tent for his armor only for Aerin to grab his arms.

“What are you doing, you’re still hurt!” Aerin exclaimed. Asterin yanked his arms from Aerin’s hold and turned around, ignoring the frustrated groan from behind him until Aerin spoke again. “I’m sorry!”

Asterin paused. 

“I’m sorry, Asterin,” This time Aerin’s words were more gentle and Asterin could hear how they shook with Aerin’s nerves. “I’m sorry I left you and more I’m sorry about how I did it. It was cowardly. I didn’t want to see the look in your eyes when I told you I was leaving. I didn’t want to hurt you again. Or, I suppose I didn’t want to see the hurt again. But it’s more than that.”

“I was terrified you’d ask me to stay. Because if anyone could convince to stay against my better judgment it was you. It is you. But I couldn’t stay, Asterin. So I couldn’t take that risk.”

“You really think so little of me that you think I wouldn’t let you do what you thought was best for yourself?” Asterin said. “How is this an apology?”

“Because I was wrong,” Aerin pleaded with him. “I understand that. I was wrong. And if I’m honest with myself, some part of me wanted you to tell me to stay. I didn’t want to leave you. I never want to part from you again.”

Asterin shut his eyes as they began to burn with a wave of tears. His hands clenched into fists so tight they shook. 

“I want to believe you,” Asterin confessed. “Everything I have wants to believe you. But how can I?”

“You don’t have to.” Aerin moved so he was standing in front of him. Slowly and carefully, so carefully, Aerin reached forward and took Asterin’s hands. Asterin opened his eyes to see Aerin looking up at him with tears in his eyes too and regret so strong Asterin was shocked it hadn’t killed him. “Just let me prove it.”

“I can’t keep giving you chances,” Asterin argued, even as he clung to Aerin’s hands. “I’ve given you so many already. I can’t take it anymore.” 

“I know,” Aerin murmured. He pulled Asterin down by his hands until their foreheads rested together and their faces were so close Asterin couldn’t tell whose tears were falling down his cheek. Every muscle yearned for the man holding him close even as every ounce of sense argued to run as fast as he could. “I swear to you right now, Asterin of Riverbend, Asterin Nightbloom, whatever name you wish to use, that I will never hurt you again so long as it is in my power.”

Asterin could hear his own heartbeat. Better, he could hear Aerin’s. It was beating fast, boosted by nerves and adrenaline but it was steady. More steady than Asterin had ever heard it. Nothing was said as the two of them shared a breath and Asterin was torn in half as he warred with his own mind. 

Where had sense ever gotten him?

“This is the last time,” Asterin whispered. “This is the last time, Aerin, and I mean that. I don’t trust any of this. But I will give you one more chance to prove it.”

“That’s more than I could ever ask,” Aerin grinned despite everything and Asterin’s lips curled into a small smile of their own. “May I kiss you?”

“Please.”

The kiss tasted of tears and hope as they both grasped onto whatever piece of each other they could reach. Promises and apologies were in every movement, every breath, and every sound. Love and heartbreak covered them both but it was as familiar as their lips. It was the very foundation of their relationship. But now as they tried to move forward, they just had to hope it was a foundation steady enough to be built upon.