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I finally nailed down some details for my Rook!
Foramina Ingellvar, (nn Mina) female elven mage, death caller. Late 20s-early 30s. Very wavy, messy, unmanageable red hair. Huge nerd. Especially with anatomy/the skeletal system/etc. Very comfortable with death/spirits/Nevarra’s ideas of all of that. Constantly forgets that almost no one else is. Vegetarian/pescatarian. She’s going to romance Lucanis.
Please tell me about your Rook(s) too!
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Dawn of A New Age in Ice-Roan x Wife!reader
Requested: I would like a king roan x reader were the reader is pregnant with roans child and tells him. after the conclave he survived because he hold his breath and stopped moving and later a little bit after 6 years, there child or children what you want have a different special blood called: Azblida ( ice blood) and the story  is up to you if you want. from the 100 I would like that :)        
A/N: Hi guys! I promised you all a Roan x Reader and I finally was able to find the time to sit down and write. It ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would be, but that's okay because the more Roan the better! Let me know if you guys want me to go into more detail on the whole Azblida story and do another imagine that’s a spin off of this one but focuses more on the twins, Malia and Tobias. I don’t own the any of the gifs and pictures I used, they all belong to there rightful own. Also the picture is not what the twins look like in the story; you can decide what your kids would look like with Roan, lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think; I always love hearing from you all -xoxoxo
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You can barely remember what the sun felt like on your face, and how fresh the air smelled. It was radiation-soaked air, but never-the-less your sentiments were the same. It was beautiful and now it was gone. Azgeda, your beloved home was gone; forever. Though you always remind yourself that you have more, from the old world, than most. You have your husband, your twins, and your life. You have far more than most do and so you always remember to humble yourself when you find yourself becoming to melancholy about the Red Dawn Bunker.
“Your lips are pursed and your making that all too familiar face, again.” a strong voice, chuckled from behind you. There was no need for you to look; you knew that heavenly voice anywhere.
 You turned in the chair at your writing desk to face Roan and found him leaning on the side of your bookcase. You sighed as you spoke,
 “And your leaning on my bookcase. Again.”
 Roan’s eyes widened slightly, and he had the decency to look sheepish as he quickly straightened his stance away from his notorious spot against my bookcase. The bookcase would start to become loose and wobble back and forth from the pressure of his gigantic frame leaning against it. Very rarely, did you let small things bother you, but that was one of the few things that could always irk you. However, you knew Roan didn’t do it on purpose and that’s why you were always gentle in your reprimands towards him for the absent-minded tendency.
 “Forgive me, my love.”  he says, as he approaches your chair; to place an intimate kiss behind your right ear. “I always seem to forget, despite my best efforts to remember.”
 “I know, darling. It’s why I remain forever patient in my regards to that specifically vexing habit.” You slyly caught his eyes, with a playful smirk. He laughed at the good-natured slight, as he caressed the sides of your upper arms and dropped a light kiss to your left temple.
 “Well thank you for being so patience with me, my queen. Perhaps, the day may yet come when I remember to refrain myself from such a vexing habit.”
 You threw him a humorous hum with a ‘We shall see’ look on your face, as he playfully shakes his head at you with a highly amused chuckle.  Something was missing though, and it was then that you realized the twins weren’t with him; as they normally would have added their own funny sarcasm by now.
 “Where’s Tobias and Malia at? It’s not safe for them to be without guards.” You mused out loud.
 “No need to worry, (Y/N/N). The twins are training with Gaia and Indra. With plenty of guards to watch over them while they train.” Roan hastened the words out into the air, as if sensing and quickly, seeking to placate your slightly distressed stated; to which you sighed in relief.
 Only to have the distress flood your body once more and turn your blood ice cold. You stood, so quickly, that your chair scraped against the floor as it was pushed away. You moved to sit next to Roan on your shared bed, where you leaned into his enormous figure for much needed comfort and security. You whispered so soft, it almost wasn’t there, “Blodreina won’t be there, will she?”
 “I don’t want her filling our babies’ heads with insanities and atrocities.” You managed to choke out, distressingly harsh whisper, before Roan wrapped you in his arms and gently hushed you. Roan knew you were forever worrying about what Blodreina was up too.
 While the both of you gave your support to her leadership, you were far from comfortable with her power. Especially since she was given her well-earned title; Blodreina. When Roan informed you that people were calling her by that title, you nearly fell out into the floor. Roan didn’t see the big deal in the name until you told him about the eternal and infamous story behind The Red Queen. He’d never heard about the story of the red queen, and while Roan was very intelligent and educated; he hasn’t ever been the kind of person to sit down and read fairytales, and you’d never been able to imagine a dimension where Nia read him fairytales.
 He began to share your same worries after you told him about The Red Queen in the fairytale and historical women like Queen Mary I of England who was later named Bloody Mary for killing hundreds of people, in a five year reign, who didn’t believe in what she believed in. Then, there was Countess Elizabeth Báthory who was given the title, The Blood Countess for killing over an estimated 650 people and most likely more just to satisfy her base pleasure for blood sport.
 You told Roan that those women had plenty in common, but their self-destruction was marked by one particular poison. They had power and eventually they began to like that power. Finally, along the way they developed an obsessive love for that power that inhibited their senses and left them without the ability to see that there are limits and there are lines and we cross them, it builds a wall where those lines used to be. It’s nearly impossible to break those walls down, let alone climb them, to get back to the other side.
 “The twins are two of the few fortunate souls in nightmarish bunker. They were only babies when the Dark Year happened; they don’t have to know the turmoil of trying to find a way to live with the horrific crimes they committed against humanity. They are two of the only ones that are truly pure and innocent.”
The desperation and fear in your soft voice was loud and clear to Roan and it pulled at his heart in ways most couldn’t understand. You’re his wife and the mother of his children, to see you in despair of any level hurt him more than words could describe. You were right though; the twins were lucky when it came to all the things everyone in the bunker had to do to survive.
 It’s times like that when you want more than anything to be above ground where you and Roan where rulers and could properly protect your children. Though you are protecting the twins by making a deal with Blodreina, you both knew that at any moment she could decide to break off the deal and her cult followers would only continue to follow. There no sense of true honor in the bunker anymore. No, that moral luxury died in the fighting pit years ago; the Dark Year to be exact. However, you and Roan were both aware that no matter how much protection you give the twins, there would always be danger to close for peace of mind.   they were the luckiest and also the most unfortunate, at least when it comes to power, that is. Azblidas.
 Nearly invincible creatures it seemed like. When you were pregnant with the twins it felt like you were always freezing, and they were active and strong from the very first kick that appeared to never cease it seemed. Not that you minded, it felt like you were bonding with them and that’s one of the reasons you’d read aloud to them even when you still carried them in your womb.
 |Flashback; Waiting for Roan’s Victory|
You waited behind the flame that told you, your husband, the king was still alive and fighting. Echo waiting anxiously with you, and what would have been consider your Lady’s maid in a time before Primfiya, Cordelia, forever by your side, offered you the support and comfort you desperately needed. Cordelia was a woman in her early thirties; she had smooth olive skin with heart shaped lips, big brown honey-hued eyes and framed by thick dark brown hair. You tried to decide whether it was wavy or curly before settling with the decision that it was both; Delia’s hair was gorgeous either way. She was a strong and wise woman, and she was just as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. She stepped towards you from behind you, to whisper in your left ear;
 “Did you tell him?”
There was nothing you hid from Delia and there was nothing she hid from you. She took care of you every day, ran errands for you, helped you with your responsibilities as Queen, offered you wisdom and comfort, and generally just made your busy and chaotic life easier for you. She with you every day, all day even if you hadn’t told her you were pregnant, she was more than smart enough to figure it out all by herself.
 You turned your head to the left, though your eye lingered on the flame representing Roan’s life; “No, I didn’t want to distract him from the conclave. I wanted him to have a level head and his guard up. He has enough to carry on his shoulders, I will not knowingly add to those burdens.”
 You could see she was about to say more but stopped and thought about it a few seconds longer before she looked at you with understanding eyes and soft smile, followed with a gentle nod.
 Your attention was directed back to the room around you as Indra’s daughter, Gaia came from the balcony. It was down to Octavia, Luna, and Roan; you held your breath as the scout approach remaining flames with a candle snuff.  Gaia voice sound like it was far away and somewhere underwater; “Roan kom Azgeda, yu gonplei ste odon.”
 You swear your heart stopped as the nameless scout destroyed Roan’s flame. It felt like you could breathe, as if someone had cut you open and ripped your heart and lungs from your chest. The pain was…unbearable. You manage to let out one long mournful wail, that chilled the blood of everyone in the room, before that became to painful and physically impossible for you it seemed.
 You suddenly felt faint and reached out for something to steady yourself with. Cordelia was shaken out of her shock when she saw you stumble backwards in a slight sway. She rushed up behind you and settled a strong right hand on your hip before clasping your left hand with hers. “My Queen?! Your Grace, can you hear?! (Y/N), it’s me, Cordelia!” Delia waited for a response, but only received a soft breathless gasp that sounded faintly like ‘help’. Cordelia didn’t have any time to ask again before she felt your body give out. She caught your body and gently lowered the both of you to the ground.
 “HELP! GET HELP! Find a healer, the Queen’s fainted!” Delia cried out, in desperate panic. You could see Delia and Echo’s faces above you and their mouths were moving, but you couldn’t hear anything as darkness invaded and conquered your vision.
 |Flashback; prior to The Final Conclave|
 The happiness and relief you felt, when you had woken to Roan’s handsome face, was unlike any kind of happiness you ever felt before. You first thought that you were dead and that you had actually died of a broken heart, but you soon realized that you were in fact alive when you saw Cordelia; perched on the edge of her chair, to right side of the bed, in anticipation.
 Roan was so elated to see that you had awoken and pounced forward to press a passionate kiss to your lips. You’d frozen in surprise and slight shocked till you relaxed into the welcomed kiss and poured your love and longing into the greatly needed moment. Cordelia smiled; quietly backing away and turning in the other direction to give her king and queen privacy. You felt him gently place his large hand over your womb where your child rested. You would later come to find out that it was two babes not just one.
 When he reluctantly pulled away, you could see the questions in his eyes, but he decided it was best not to overwhelm you in your delicate condition. Normally you would have bristled at the someone deeming you delicate, however, at that moment you were grateful because no matter how much you refused to admit it you really didn’t have the energy to talk about something so serious.
 Even if you did have the energy you still had bigger problems. Roan informed you that Octavia had won the Final Conclave and decided to give one hundred spots to each of the 12 clans to show that we were equals and were destined to unite as Wonkru. You were surprised to hear he accepted the notion. He was so adamant when it came to winning the Red Dawn solely for their clan’s survival.
 When he saw your unbridled surprise and questioning gaze as you studied him, he merely chuckled fondly; “The only reason I’m alive is because I didn’t give up, I held onto my last breath until that psychotic Natblida released her hold on me. If I’m going to give up my last breath to anyone, it’ll be to my queen. Preferably in my beloved queen’s arms, in our old age after living a long and meaningful life.”
 You being who you were, had replied with a forever-loving and playful taunt; “Oh Roan, you’re secretly a hopeless romantic! Good thing I find that an attractive trait in my king, huh?”
 He had given you an amused smirk and eyeroll, but the look in his eyes soften considerably when he heard you whisper a heartfelt ‘Ai hod in yu, Ai Hairein…’
 “Ai hod in yu too, Ai Haireina”
 |Flashback; Birth of the Bluebloods|
 The pain was unimaginable and overbearing, as it crashed over you in relentless waves; only getting strong and more painful as time dragged on. Cordelia was to the left of you trying to make you as comfortable as possible, while Roan sat behind, in between you and the metal headboard, as he spoke words of encouragement into your ear.
 You were sweating ice chips; how you could sweat and still be cold was beyond your comprehension. Perhaps its better that you were cold and not hot because there was no “wasting water” of any amount in the bunker; not even to cool off a pregnant woman in labor.
 You screamed and growled in pain, only to spat insults at Roan; while attempting to break every bone in his hand, for compensation. He was a good, but slightly terrified, sport about it and continued encouraging you with the occasional apology. One final push and your shrieking baby was born. Abby looked at the squirming irritated babe in her hands with slight panic.
 “What? What’s the matter?” You asked in confusion, before the unbridled panic set in; “Is something wrong with my child?! Give me my baby!”
 You held your arms out, expectantly, only to become furious when Abby handed the babe off to Jackson; who took her to a different part of the room.
 “NOW! GIVE ME MY BABY, NOW!” You wailed, your angry and agony, over your baby’s wellbeing, beginning to enter twine. Roan began to become angry to, as he saw the state you’d quickly been reduced too.
 “Give us our baby, now; or I’ll have your heads” He snarled but was interrupted by a different and sharper cry of pain, leaving your lips.
 Y our hand quickly cupped your swollen belly to soothe the pain in your lower abdomen.
 “There’s another!” Abby whispered; “I had to have Jackson check your daughter; she was ice cold and had a blueish tint to her skin, but you need to concentrate on the birthday of your second baby.”
 “Daughter? Roan and I have a daughter?” You whispered, with hitched breaths induced in pain. To which Abby confirmed with a firm nod and soft yes.
 “Malia.” Roan said.
 Your smile, at hearing her name, left your face as another pain hit you and you focused on delivering your second child. It took 4 more pushes before your second baby was brought into the world. Abby looked at the child and told you and Roan had a son, before she hears Jackson perplexed voice.
 “Huh, Abby? Do you have any idea why this baby was born with blue blood?”
 Everyone’s held shot to Jackson as he held up a tube of blood with a blueish silver to show Abby.
 “Azblidas!” Gaia exclaimed, with an awe-struck face; “Queen (Y/N) was given birth to a god and goddess among men. Far more sacred and rare than Natblidas and a lot stronger and faster than them too. They’re nearly invincible, its incredibility hard to mortally injure an Azblida. They hold the highest positions in grounder society and each one is as legendary as the next one. An Azblida hasn’t been born in over a century and now there are two.
 Gaia had come to the delivery in the hopes of your child being a Natblida but was graced with not one, but two children destined to be the most powerful beings in your world.
 “This is a sign that the old ways of the faith are not dead. We must show our loyalty to the faith; protect them at all cost and train the Azblidas in the sacred ways, when they’re old enough.” Indra spoke, as she stepped up next to her daughter side. Indra had thought the days of the faith were dead, but she had been proven wrong; in more ways than one.
 “Well now that we’ve decide my babes are strong and healthy; can I have my babies now?” You tiredly asked.
Abby and Jackson gave you and Roan your children and everyone left to give you privacy. “We have a beautiful son and daughter, my king”
 He contently hummed in agreement; “Malia and Tobias, the strongest of the strong; you did an amazing job, my queen. I love you.”
 “I love you too.”
 |Flashback; The Dark Year|
 A famine had stormed the bunker and threatened to take everyone to the shores of the afterlife. No environmental calamity on earth had ever scared you as much as this famine and you lived through the Second Pramfiya. You were born in Azgeda and lived through the deadliest winters know to man, deep within the territory of Azegda, at the royal dwelling built in a region named; The Land of Eternal Winter. Those winters in perpetual ice glaciers and snow was easier to deal with than this famine.
 You had been sick to your stomach ever since you and Roan’s meeting with Octavia and the other advisors. Cooper had told you the extent of the damage to the hydro farm and the only response to Octavia question on how to feed 1200 people, was Abby’s. You could live with throwing real criminals, that truly threatened the people surviving, into the pit. However, throwing people in there to fight to the death so we had a protein source was horrifying barbaric; even for Azgeda.
 “This is wrong. It dangerous.” You stated, and everyone turned to you; “All of you know as well as I do that what your considering is a pandora box waiting to be open. That’s always what happens…It. Never. End. Well. For any of us!”
 “Then give me another option.” Octavia’s eyes pleaded you. “Please!”  she begged, in whisper to you. She didn’t want to consider what Abby suggested, you knew that, but it seemed to be the only option if she wanted her people to survive the six years.
 You and Roan shared a worried look before Octavia ended the meeting.
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 You and Roan sat side by side at the same table with Octavia and the other advisors; where your gaze lingered down at the big red cube. Roan’s face gave a slight grimace at the sight of his cube and when Octavia gave her speech and took a bite, you knew it would end badly. You and Roan remained unmoved, and locked gazes with one another, before Abby called your name.
 “(Y/N). If you don’t get the nutrients your body needs, eventually it becomes a very high outcome that your body will stop producing milk and you’d no longer be able to feed Malia and Tobias.”
 Your eyes widened at the very likely possibly. It hadn’t crossed your mind that the affect to the rest of your body would also affect your babies only food source. Still you needed to know from someone you could completely trust, so you call out Marcus’ name to which he responded.
 “Is it true, Marcus? It that a very likely possibility?” He hesitated before sighing with a nod. You looked in Roan’s direction to see his heavily burdened and troubled eyes; he to hadn’t consider the possibility.
 You couldn’t endanger your children any more than they already were. Roan grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers as he whispered;
 “Together. We do it together like we always do.”
 You gave a slight nod, “Together. To ensure Malia and Tobias survive.” You gazed at the cube in exasperation and dread.
 This will end badly. For everyone.
 |Flashback; training the twins|
 Tobias and Malia were growing fast and would be nearing their 6th birthday soon enough. The older and stronger they grew, the more Blodreina showed interest in them. Whether the attention extended from what they and their blood could give her or take from her, was unknown. That notion alone was an unsettling and endless haunting, that antagonized the forever-watchful parents.
 To you, Blodreina was a red serpent, hidden and patience, waiting to strike and take all you held dear and sacred. You never imagined you’d see Octavia as your enemy, but now Octavia wasn’t just an enemy. She was your greatest enemy, and the most dangerous of all the enemies you’d ever faced. One thing you were 100% sure of; Blodreina was a threat, that you and Roan couldn’t afford when it came to your Azblida children.
 She wouldn’t do anything questionable, as of right now, though. Your children had acquired quite the following from both former Trikru and Azgeda alike. Not only people of the old faith, but also people who turn away in disgust of the way people live in Wonkru and believe Blodreina has truly crossed some of the most important limits and lines.
 There was a little over 400 faith followers; leaving it an even fight after hundreds died in the fighting pits for sport among other reasons. Despite what Octavia may think about Wonkru’s strength, it wasn’t enough to overthrow 300 years of faith. Especially after the wonders you delivered into the world when you bared your ice-blooded children to your husband.
 Gaia and Indra were finishing up the twins’ lessons for the day when suddenly everyone in the room was silenced by a loud roar coming from down the hallway. Malia abruptly turned to the sudden noise only to get whacked in the arm with a practice staff, by her slightly younger brother, Tobias. Mal sharply turned back to look at Tobi out of the corner of her eyes, with a dangerous glint in her gaze. She needn’t say anything for her glare said more than her words ever could; as if to say, ‘Back off! Or you’re gonna get it, Tobi.’
 “Mal’s got her mother’s glare, for sure.” Roan guffawed, when he saw Mal’s reaction. Tobi gave his sister a sheepish look and a soft apology.
 “Tobi’s got his father’s guilty stare, for sure.” You softly snarked, with a whisper of a smile; letting Roan know you were only joking. He heartily chuckled at the tongue lash as he pulled you into him to give you a deep kiss; to which you gave back. Malia stormed over a question she asked many times, but never got an answer too.
 “Momma, what’s that noise we always hear from the end of the hallway? Behind the red doors with the strange symbol on it.”
 Gaia and Indra halted as they shared a look with each other before sharing a similar one with you and Roan. The guards and the two women wait for your response to the inquisitive girl’s question. You sigh before you decide to tell them.
 You leave Roan’s arms and walk to the young boy and girl; “A faithless and immoral world lays beyond those doors. A world bathed in red- “
 “Why red, Ma?”  The soft voice of Tobias spoke, as his head cocked to the side.
 “Because it is a place where blood flows and never stops. It will forever be painted in blood and living in that world are monstrous creatures declaring themselves human; who never cease in their howls for carnage. Many people have died in that place for simple pleasure. The monsters in disguise made those people fight in a lonely and terrifying place, known as the pit. Similar to the Gladiators of Ancient Rome and all the while they only roar in hunger for more. You must never find yourself in that position. It is the one place in the world where you will truly be alone. You’ll have no friends, no support, not even each other.”
 Malia and Tobias hang onto her every word; “Why couldn’t we just fight our way to each other and our freedom, Momma?”
 “You can try, my darlings. However, even if you were to kill all of your opponents, there will be a Great Red Serpent, coiled on a throne of chrome, waiting hidden and patience. Even if you’re the last one standing, she still gets to decide whether you live or die. Promise me you will never find yourself in such a place that lacks all honor and humanity. Even if you do find yourself unfortunate enough to be in such a place, promise me you’ll do whatever it takes to free yourselves.”  
 They both immediately swore it to you, and you gave a firm nod in acknowledgment. Once they returned to finishing up their training you looked to Roan and you both shared a look of understanding as you sought the comfort of his arms. It was only a matter of time.
 It was all just a big waiting game.
 |Flashback; Bellamy saves your family|
 You slowly approached Bellamy from your place at Roan side; sliding through the space between Tobias and Malia, who were hugged, protectively, to you and Roan’s bodies. A defense mechanism developed early on in the time since your twins were born, and rightfully so.
 Several emotions seemed to flow over Bellamy’s face at the sight of you; Shock, happiness, love, and a look you knew only too well. Fear. You and Bellamy were best friends, practically brother and sister, ever since you first met in Polis. It was an unlikely bond formed between two people from two different worlds, but somehow you both were able to look past that particular difference.
 When you saw the fear pass over him, all you wanted to do was show him you weren’t mad at him for not being able to keep his promise. In a way he did come back and that’s exactly what you told him. You looked at him in awe as you reached him and quickly pulled him into a tight hug, “You came back…you kept your promise to me.”
 You’ve felt and seen enough fear to last a lifetime, but that is no more, now that Bellamy had freed you all from the serpent cloaked in red death. You knew the words registered in his mind after a few seconds because his arms immediately tightened around you, in a comforting strength. You placed your lips near his right ear to whisper, “Thank you, Bells. You saved us all from the Red Serpent.”
 As you pulled away and watched his reaction, he looked at you in a questioning worry. “(Y/N/N) …” he whispered, before his concerned eyes connected with Octavia’s soulless irises.
 His gaze dropped back to you and what appeared to be a sad but edged anxiety shrouding your tired features. Your eyes and words told him everything and nothing about what he needed to know. Then, his attention was captured by two, inhumanly beautiful and young, twins nestled safely against Roan’s sides.
 ‘You and Roan had children…’ He mused, in mild wonder.
 Realization struck Bellamy, when he realized it was a well-guarded and deeply apprehensive fear; heavily veiling your face.
 |Present time; Ascension to a Hollow Kingdom|
 You assured the twins, after they began to fuss in worry, that you would be waiting for them to ascend, at the top. Poor Tobias looked sick with stress as he watched you like a hawk. He was almost always worrying over something, no matter how big or small, and the fact that he was a Momma’s boy didn’t help his fretting. Roan would fondly say their Tobias takes after his mother; when it came to worrying and pondering.
 Tobias was as cautious as he was dangerous, which said a lot to people if they knew him. Malia and Tobias may have been young and not have extensive training, but their mere existence was dangerous; because their blood marked them with a promise of what they could be.  
 Malia’s blue eyes squinted, at Bellamy, with an edgy distrust. You could help but chuckle when you saw his slight gawk at a 6-year-old glaring at him with a no-bullshit seriousness. He even looked around the area to see if it was really him, she was staring down. It was a glare so familiar that Bellamy couldn’t decide whether the girl inherited the expression from you or Roan.
 You and Roan shared a brief but passionate kiss before you made your way to Bellamy, and the rope that would lift you and your family to your freedom. Bellamy wrapped his arm around your waist with a quick side glance to Malia and her relentless hawk eyes.
 “Bells, you’re not afraid of my 6-year-old, are you?” You teased, as you were both lifted up. Bellamy’s head slightly jerked back as he spoke;
 “What? Of course not, she’s just a kid.” He said, quietly as if he were almost afraid Mal would hear.
 “Uh huh, yeah whatever gets you through the day.” You taunted, “By the way, I like the scruff. Very sexy.”
 He laughed at the playful comment, as he slyly looked at you, and jokingly says; “I thought you might. You always had a thing for men with scruffs”
 “No, I always had a thing for Roan with a scruff.” You giggled with mirth. The two of you, soon enough, reached the beautiful and blinding light that glowed around you. Two foreign men helped you to ground level and you froze in awe as you take in the sight laid before you. It was a wasteland, but it was Earth, your home. You vaguely felt Bellamy’s eyes, hovering on you, but you were more focused with all the open space as far as the eyes could see.
 Something you had forgotten while cramped into that hellish bunker with 1999 other people. “all go down to get your kids and then Roan.” He said, to which you nodded.
This is what’s left of Polis, a place where all the clans could unite in peace. You didn’t have time to ponder anymore on the thought as you heard the voices of your children.
 “Move your hand, rockhead!” Mal snapped at Tobi; only for Tobi to glare at her with pursed lips, “Move your face, halfwit!”
 Bellamy appeared to be making great effort to not laugh and looked to you for help. You took mercy on him and called your twins attention to you, “Alright, that’s enough. Can’t you two go 5 mins without making attempts to rip each other a new one?”
 They both mumbled an apology before looking around with a new wonder in their eyes you haven’t had the pleasure of seeing until now. “This is where you come from Momma?”
 You smile and nod, “It’s different from when your dad and I lived up here though. Before the Second Pramfiya, it used to be covered in fields of grass and trees and bushes as far as the eyes can see, but never-the-less I’m glad to be home and I’m happy that I get to show you our world.”
 They smile and cheer before venturing the foreign area, while still remaining close to your side. You turn as you hear Roan’s voice; “I think this is the happiest we’ve ever seen them.”
 You turned and hugged him as you watch them explore. “I think you right, but hopefully we’ll be able to give them happiness now that we’re free.” Roan nodded in agreement.
 “They look so beautiful and sweet together.” You said before Roan leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. You both pulled away when you heard the twins bickering;
 “Shut up, Mouthbreather!” Mal practically spits out, and Tobi turns back to his twin to give her a good tongue lash;
 “Oh, that great coming from you, Colonel Flap-jaw!”  
 Bellamy couldn’t contain himself any longer and starting howling in laughter at the twins’ insults; he continued to laughter as he looks at you and Roan, “Yeah, those are your kids, alright!”
 You and Roan sharing an amused glance before chuckling at your kids.
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licorescence · 5 years ago
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Vanilla Indulgence
Fandom: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End
Rating: T
Pairing: Mikaela Hyakuya x Yuuichirou Hyakuya (MikaYuu)
Notes: Bartender!Mika + eyeglasses
Warnings: Mild alcohol, mild swearing/cussing
A/N: Happy (Belated) Valentine’s Day~ To be honest, I was writing this out of boredom, but after knowing that February 14 was approaching, I thought of finishing this up in order to celebrate the holiday~ And yes, it’s Bartender!Mika, but this time, with EYEGLASSES. >w< I hope this piece is okay since I felt like I rushed it. I might edit some parts in the future to make it better. In the meantime, enjoy, my dear readers. *thumbs up*
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Yuuichirou was torn between feeling two things. There was this side of him that wanted to choke himself to death with his drink to save him from the sheer embarasssment of what he was going to do, and the other side of him - the one that he was suppressing so, so hard - held this urge to murder Shinoa on that damn barstool. He wasn't expecting his friends to plan anything for tonight since it had been a stressful week of almost nonstop work and all he wanted was to let loose in order to relax.
But, no. That wasn't happening, especially with Shinoa feeling so high spirited after having a couple of cocktails.
"Come on, cherry boy, I'm very generous with this dare~ You just have to ask that guy for his number and that's it." Shinoa's voice slurred just a bit as she pointed a finger on a man by the bar counter. "He looks pretty good and he even shows good etiquette. I think you should totally ask him out. When was the last time you ever got laid anyway~?"
The rest of the squad sputtered on their drinks in surprise after what Shinoa just blabbered.
"I-Idiot! Don't ask him that! God, don't you have any shame?!" Mitsuba shrieked as she shoved a hand on Shinoa's mouth to make her stop spouting other things. Her face was red in mortification and she gave Yuuichirou an apologetic look, "Ah, you don't really have to ask him out, Yuu… Maybe asking for his phone number is already enough for the dare. Right, Shinoa?"
"Eh, where's the fun in that, Mitsu-chan~? Can't you see how lonely Yuu-san looks nowadays? He needs a lover!" Shinoa exclaimed, though it was muffled within Mitsuba's palm.
"Be quiet," Mitsuba growled.
"Well, if you don't want to do the dare, you could always say so, Yuu-kun. You don't have to force yourself if it makes you uncomfortable." Yoichi reassured with a smile as he bit on a rice cracker snack.
"That'll make him a wuss, though." Shihou commented offhandedly on the side, which earned him a sudden smack on his gut from Yoichi. "Ow, what the--?! Yoichi!"
"Oh, sorry. My hand slipped." Yoichi apologized but it didn't sound all that sincere, especially with the smile (glare) he threw right at Shihou's direction for the insult  before he turned back to Yuuichiriou, "If it makes you feel any better, I'll treat you to coffee tomorrow."
"Thanks but save it, Yoichi. Coffee won't make me feel any better especially with her around." Yuuichirou hissed as he pointed a finger on Shinoa. "If I do this without humiliating myself, you better have the dare money ready."
"Hmhm, don't worry, Yuu-san. I can bet my entire allowance if you want~" Shinoa slurred in glee and she even gave Yuuichirou a thumbs up. "You have my full support. Now go get some of that ass!"
Yuuichirou swore under his breath at how utterly brazen Shinoa was acting in public, yet he didn't comment on it and just stood up from his seat in order to do his dare. He was slightly disoriented and warm from the drinks he had before, but otherwise, he was still sane enough to know what he was getting himself into. He honestly felt sorry for the poor, unfortunate soul Shinoa wanted him to mess around with this dare. He just hoped the other wouldn’t creep out with what he was going to do.
“Uh, h-hey… Mister...” Yuuichirou started out as soon as he reached the stool near the bar counter. His gesture immediately caught the attention of the bartender present.
“Yes, sir. What can I do for you?” The man at the other side offered with a polite smile while he approached Yuuichirou after he finished cleaning up some glasses. “Do you want another drink? Or perhaps a glass of water?”
“N-No, I’m fine, thank you…!” Yuuichirou refused courteously despite the slur that slipped out of his sentence due to his marginally drunken state. “I, um… I came here to ask for your… your…”
“... My?”
“Your phone number…! Please!” Yuuichirou blurted out with his eyes shut closed as he offered up his cellphone towards the bartender, yet all that responded to him was silence. He quietly thanked the gods that there wasn’t anybody near him at the moment, because if there were, he would most likely dig a hole to bury himself into right now.
Yuuichirou could have sworn that the other guy must think he was crazy to ask him something so personal out of the blue, but instead of a repulsed reply that Yuuichirou was expecting, he could make out soft giggles that were stifled behind a hand. Blinking, Yuuichirou slowly opened his eyes to see what was so funny, only for him to get a good look at the bartender attending to him and his cheeks reddened from something that wasn’t the fault of his drinks tonight.
Holy cow…
There, before him, stood a gorgeous blond man. His wavy locks were tied up in a loose ponytail, his bartending uniform was quite loose yet it snug on his form so comfortably, and his blue eyes sparkled with mirth. His thin framed eyeglasses were a nice little touch to his already handsome appearance. Yuuichirou had barely figured out his name on his vest because of it.
“I’m… I’m sorry. It’s just...” The bartender - Mikaela - was holding back his laughter for a moment before he composed himself. “Forgive me for that. I was actually expecting you to say something like that from the moment you came here, but I wasn’t expecting you to be so cute in doing so. It honestly caught me off guard.”
“Cute…?” Yuuichirou repeated in disbelief before he frowned just a bit. “I’m not cute. You take that back.”
Mikaela snickered while he let his arms rest on the bar counter, looking completely relaxed under Yuuichirou’s presence despite what happened a minute ago. “You know, you’re not convincing anyone with that face of yours. I guess you have one too many drinks tonight. Are you stressed, perhaps?”
Everything about that tone was gentle, almost as if this stranger was one of Yuuichirou’s friends that it inclined him to speak his piece. It was a lovely offer that held no strings attached to it, giving Yuuichirou some form of liberty that he badly needed.
“... You could say that,” Yuuichirou murmured as he slowly drew back his phone and slouched on his seat. “Honestly, my entire week was hell. Every day, I wake at six in the fucking morning, clock in the office, file papers, organize documents, send faxes, type shit on computers and get a paycheck that doesn’t do me justice for all the hardwork I give. Just, ugh…”
Mikaela hummed in understanding and he outstretched a hand to pat Yuuichirou on the head, “But look at you now. It was difficult, but you did well in the face of it. Your efforts deserve praise.”
Yuuichirou blushed but he shook off the man’s hand on him with a light scoff. “Yeah, well, since my company is shit, my deeds don’t really matter to them. All they care about are the numbers.”
“I see…”
Yuuichirou could have sworn he heard disappointment from the other that perfectly matched well with the frustrations he felt during those days. This just made him all the more curious about the bartender in front of him who seemed to understand him far better than his friends do.
“It’s a shame to hear your work go to waste after all that. However, here in my bar—” Mikaela then pointed down on the counter for emphasis while he smirked. “—I’m not one to let such a thing go unnoticed.”
With that said, he straightened up and quickly grabbed his newly cleaned cocktail shaker from its place in order to concoct a cocktail on the spot. Yuuichirou watched in amazement upon being treated to an unplanned performance, mesmerized at each movement that spoke of grace and professionalism. The man was also quick in his job because he already finished the cocktail in mere seconds, and presented Yuuichirou with a creamy drink in a martini glass.
“Thank you for waiting. This is for you, on the house.” He offered proudly and nudged the cocktail towards Yuuichirou with a charming smile. “I hope you like it.”
Yuuichirou unconsciously swallowed just by staring down at the drink, and he extended his hand for it like he was hypnotized before taking a small, experimental sip.
The smooth blend of peach and vanilla slipped down his tongue, gracing Yuuichirou with a heavenly flavor similar to a peach tart dessert. The cocktail immediately brought an expression of wonderment on Yuuichirou’s face at tasting something so rich and luxurious.
“This is so good. Is this really for me?” Yuuichirou asked in a near stupefied fashion.
“Of course. You deserve it, after all.” Mikaela confirmed and he pointed at the drink with his forefinger. “The name of the drink is Vanilla Indulgence, and it’s a cocktail that fuses peach, vanilla beans and bourbon whiskey into one, similar to fruit tarts. In the language of cocktails, it means ‘Reward yourself generously’.”
A light blush made its way to Yuuichirou’s cheeks at the thoughtful gift. He never imagined that this bartender would give him something so heartfelt as a response to his horrible week. Despite being strangers, Yuuichirou was touched by the gesture and he could only offer the man by the counter a genuine smile of appreciation.
“Thank you. This means so much to me.” He confessed softly as he began to nurse his drink little by little.
“The pleasure is all mine.” Mikaela grinned before he slipped a card forward, eliciting a confused look from Yuuichirou. “You asked for my number, right? This is my business card, feel free to talk to me whenever you wish.”
“Oh, that…” Yuuichirou dawdled slowly and shook his head. “It’s okay. I only did it for a dare. I have no right.”
“I don’t really mind. I’m giving this to you because I want to.” Mikaela explained and his grin turned just a little mischievous as he added on, “Besides, you already accepted my invitation by simply drinking this cocktail.”
Yuuichirou frowned, puzzled. “... What do you mean?”
“What I mean is…” Mikaela leaned close so that he could whisper to Yuuichirou. “‘I find you attractive and I want to get to know you more’.”
The blush on Yuuichirou’s face deepened tenfold and he was left with his mouth hanging agape at what Mikaela just admitted. Mikaela, on the other hand, chuckled as he fixed his eyeglasses up, pleased at Yuuichirou’s reaction.
“I look forward to seeing you here again. Have a good night.”
Mikaela gave Yuuichirou a wink before he walked to attend to another patron that just arrived, leaving a dumbfounded Yuuichirou to process what just happened. He couldn’t comprehend why Mikaela found him attractive enough to flirt with him and possibly ask him out on a date in the future, but what he understood from their conversation was that he definitely got more than just a phone number out of Mikaela.
And, after days of feeling like a loser, Yuuichirou finally had something to look forward to.
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