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[hellogoodbye14]

FEYSAND RESUCE MISSION

Part 4 - All things love and daggers (Azriel,Gwyn,Elain,Lucien,Mor, Amren and Nyx)

(I’m well aware that this mini series hasn’t been very popular or anything on here but I’ve got to get this story out of my brain. So bear with my posting these days. Promise it’ll be over soon 😂)

Link to part 3: https://hellogoodbye14.tumblr.com/post/659564625537417216/feysand-rescue-mission

Gwyn couldn’t help but gleefully stare at the dagger set Azriel was holding out in front of her.

“Holy Cauldron, They are so cute!”

Azriel snickered, “that’s not the word I would use to describe daggers Gwyn.”

Gwyn waved his remark away, entirely focused on the two daggers which were encrusted with three small pearls on the hilt. She grabbed the bigger one and started practicing attacking motions.

“These are great Azriel, thank you!”, she smiled up at Azriel and for a second he couldn’t help the awestruck look on his face. Neither did he notice that the two were now standing a bit closer.

“No worries, have you seen Emerie? I want to give her hers too.”

“Yeah she was with-“

Gwyn stopped as Elain rushed into the foyer of the estate looking completely disraught. Amren, Mor and Lucien followed behind with Nyx in Mor’s arms.

“Azriel, we need to go!”

“What happened?”

“We need to go, Mor you need to winnow us now!”

“Elain”, said Azriel calmly. “Breathe. We’ll go but you need to tell us what happened.”

“Feyre is in trouble outside the queens castle. So are Rhys, Cassian and Nesta, the forces were attacked at the camp.”

Gwyn looked at the Shadowsinger, who’s face revealed nothing. Just his entire focus on the third Archeron sister. He simply nodded and looked at Mor, “Amren needs to stay here and guard Velaris and Nyx with the remaining Illyrian forces, you winnow us and we split up.”

“Im going after Feyre, I think we’ve been betrayed. There is likely more trouble than what I saw.” announced Elain.

Lucien casted a worried look towards her but simply nodded, “I’ll go with her.”

Gwyn stepped forward, “so will I.”

Azriel frowned down at the priestess, “you’ll be safe?”

Gwyn grinned up at him and winked, “I’ve got my new daggers to help me Shadowsinger.”

“Az, you and I are going to the camp”, said Mor handing over Nyx to Amren.

“Emerie will lead the Illyrian lines here in Velaris, said Amren holding a babbling Nyx a bit awkwardly.

“Alright everyone hold hands”, Mor announced.

Mor winnowed them near the edge of the forest, exactly where Elain asked her too.

“Feyre should be nearby in that direction”, Elain pointed towards the west side of the forest.

Lucien, Elain and Gwyn made to move. Azriel who was holding Gwyns hand squeezed it a bit before letting her go.

He sighed, praying to any god there was to keep them safe.

“Alright Mor, let’s go.”

Lucien glanced back to see the duo vanish. “Okay sword up Gwyn, I’ll lead and you watch our backs. Elain stay in the middle.”

The trio stealthily moved through the forest as quickly as possible. Lucien suddenly motioned a hand up to stop. Gwyn peered over his shoulder to see their high lady kneeling on the ground, holding her arrow pierced shoulder with her good arm. A human man who looked in his mid twenties had another arrow nocked, already aimed at Feyre.

“Grayson”, Elain whispered in disbelief.

To be continued… (maybe)

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Ok angst time... Headcanons for if the baby was lost half way thou... ( im SO sorry )

Aaron:

the way of guessing your feelings through his nose was just terrible right now. He could see you were disraught. broken. in pain. when your hands, weak, reached out for him for a hug sometimes, it felt like you’d break and drift away if he didn’t hold you together. His eyes were almost always watery for a few weeks.

he’d be silent. distant from the other things he loved for a while. if he ever talked, was to reassure you you’d work this out. He’d cry very often when you slept. Your face was sad even when you were many hours in.

He’d have taken down the room carefully after a while, but when he opened the door, he saw you holding the little deer plushie you put in the bed. you held your now back to normal belly, and you’d apologize to your baby and to him many times. He was shocked to know you thougth that was your fault to begin with. 

he was absolutely heartbroken to the point where Beliath would always wear a sad frown every time they were in the same room. The vampires would comfort him, but nothing seemed to move when you were so sad. Your kid was going to be the bravest person he ever met. he was sure. They must have had a big fight before the end. 

Seeing him not leaving through night and day made you wonder how it was possible when you failed. one day, however, you heard a howl on your window. it was a full moon, so whatever you thought you were doing, Aaron would not approve. But you opened the window. He was there, but there was nothing but disconnected toughts. That was the wolf.

He was standing in an elegant stance. He was quietly looking at her in the eyes. “How did you get in here? This is really high!” You asked, still wary until you felt soft fur on your belly. He had his eyes closed, you could feel when your hands held his head on instinct. He still thought of nothing. Your arms circled his head. instead of feeling sad, a spark of joy bloomed in you. There were no parts in your beloved that hated you, even the ones he didn’t control. He jumped up and down, shaking his head and jumping on the floor, calling you to run with him. You ran out of the manor under the boys’ curious gazes and you ran. He circled around you, slowing down to match your pace. Your joyful laugh reached every pair of ears in the manor.

Raphael:

In times like these, he wished he could draw. But he also felt completely good being blind for the first time in his life. ,

Your screams full of horror, Ethan’s despair in the air and the smell of blood stained his mind. He closed his eyes in a silent plead. “If something miraculous happens and I recover, do not let me see.” 

You were quiet in the next few days. He waited for you to talk, but you’d open your mouth and try to say something, but your breath was ragged, as if you were suffocating. He felt your gaze on him the whole time.

one day, even if it took all of his strength, he sat on your side and tought of words. But they also wouldn’t do. The best, most beautiful thing he could ever say was something his friend Aaron would. With no shortcuts, but with no curves either.

“Do you, perhaps, think this is your fault?” his tone was stern, but you had to get a earful. “The way you don’t answer me is honestly worrisome. You have to stop thinking about me right now if you ever want to make amends with yourself. The reason why i was so happy was because i love you with all my might. I woudl not have it like this with anybody else.” your arms circled his waist. This time, he caught you. 

Your cries were, this time, full of relief. He hummed a song to you. It was a happy lullaby. his lips were faintly on your temple. You would get through this.

Beliath:

Your baby’s presence was the first thing he missed this morning. you were crying in disbelief. 

He didn’t even remember shoving Ethan into the room, but he did. His hand went to his head and he breathed in and out. He has never grieved before. Never.

When Ethan left, he held your hand and face. “Don’t you think about saying you’re sorry.” your eyes widened. “I’m not leaving your side.”

He did what he said. He was heartbroken in ways he’s never experienced before without you, but he would manage for you. For the both of you.

The months run cold and slow without your heart-warming shrieks when you saw tiny gloves and hats or when you finished putting up the crib, but your face looks a little more colorful again. 

He haven’t partied in months and he doesn’t want to, but he comes up with a small and calm gathering of people you both know and cherish. You smile when you see how different it is from the usual. When you accept his hand and swing slowly into the song he let Vladimir of all people choose, he lets out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding.

He could finally see your face without the fog again. You didn’t stop smiling. He shed a tear that you caught in your hands.

Vladimir.

It was his fault. He was sure for months. Maybe because he wasn’t good to you? Loving enough? Supportive enough? He was devastated. But the feeling that lingered was because he was ill. He was weak and he passed this to your baby. Your precious baby was dead, and it was him.

When he shared this with you, he expected everything but you raising your hand to slap him and then turning around to stop yourself. He put a hand on his face in shock even if you didn’t hit him. Was he that repulsive to you?

You grabbed his hands like he was a tiny kid, and proceeded to scold him for thinking it was his fault. You said you’ve never seen somebody talk such bullshit and he had to keep himself in check. That was harsh, but he realized you were telling the truth and that’s what hurt the most.

He had to man up and help you overcome this. No more temper trantrums, no more talking ill of himself when it came to the baby. That was disrespectful. How to cheer you up? How to make you realize you’re more than this situation? 

He took you to the garden one day. You didn’t understand at first, but he put a seed on your hand. a cyclamen. Your eyes looked for his, but he was hiding his blush.

“My mother taught me how to do this. I think we should do it together from now on, since she can not teach you mother to mother...” 

Your sudden hug was strong. Your tears were warm on the crook of his neck. But your smile was what made him tear up too. Finally. Finally, you were coming back home.

Ethan: 

Your wet hand full of blood woke him up. He was in shock when he realized you baby was gone. Just when he started to lose the fear. Just when he started to have wishful thinking every single hour of the day. It was just his luck, to see your horrified face, to see you asking if your baby wouldn’t open their eyes. 

He did everything in his power to make your body recover, but the thing he worried the most about was your heart. His hugs lingered, his face scrunched up but he didn’t cry. There was no way he could ever make you overcome this. He was useless.

Beliath knocked some sense in his head after he tried to give you some space one day. He was drinking like crazy and Beliath knocked his cup off. He said he had to be by your side. To stop worrying about himself because it didn’t matter how useless he tough he was, you loved him and he was the only one you had right now.

The other night, he opened the door to his room with you, hand-in-hand. You both sat down and he looked into your eyes after a long time. “I felt guilty and ashamed of me. I’m sorry for not being able to help you as much as I could but I promise I’m never leaving you alone to bear with it again. This is our baby. We will get through this together or we won’t overcome this at all.”

The kiss you shared was salty and soft. He realized you didn’t kiss in a long time. But he was about to change that. He was going to cherish you, and live. Live to show you how much he loved you and your baby, no matter what happened in his past.

Ivan:

Surprisingly, one of the most serious on how he’d deal with it. He’d lost everything once and he was not surprised. He cared about you. 

He would get whatever you needed. You’d be able to vent to him and he wouldn’t show how heartbroken he was, but you knew he’d cry at night.

The both of you would be steady on helping each other out and supporting yourselves. You’re both young and this is taking a toll on you.

The vampires wouold help you out and take you guys places, undo the room for you when you’re ready. 

Aaron is also in need of care. He was going to be the godfather... He’s going to be your biggest supporter.

Ivan would actually encourage you to go see the doctors. Even if it was dangerous, you’d find out what was the problem and you could always pretend. You’ feel reassured, and squeeze his hand. Your sweet I love you was all he needed to be sure of your recovery. You’d be fine as long as you were together.

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prompt if you seen pt.4 after the run in with Kira Kakyoin joins the scene thanks Koichi for not letting Jotaro die and then takes him back to the hotel room and tends to his wounds And or theyre both in the fight love your writing and blog layout love how it looks like pages in a book.

~ I saw this episode last night, Anon!! I’m so sorry this is late but after I saw it, I knew exactly what I was writing. So, get ready because this is going to be PAIN. EDIT: THANK YOU FOR SAYING MY BLOG WAS PRETTY. I JUST NOTICED. IM SO SORRY.

“I don’t want you coming here.”

“Kids are being murdered, Jotaro! I can help!”

“It’s too dangerous. Stay home.”

“Say what you will, but telling me its too dangerous is just going to make me want to go there more.”

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Kakyoin wasn’t even sure Jotaro expected him to be in Morioh. After the phone call the night before, it was pretty clear his husband didn’t want him there. But his was hardheaded, they both were, and he made sure he was there the next morning. He tried calling Jotaro several times, it was around noon, but he wasn’t really sure where Jotaro was. After the sixth attempt to reach his hotel line, Kakyoin started dialing for a taxi in the payphone booth.

He had just hung up when two kids ran past him, shouting about getting to their friend. They looked in a hurry, but one of them saw Kakyoin and stopped. He walked over and thoroughly looked over his clothes. Did this kid know him? Or maybe he knew Jotaro? Kakyoin was wearing a pin that matched almost exactly to the one his husband had on his coat, except, his coat was a light green.

“Ah.. You wouldn’t happen to know Jotaro, would you?” The kid asked after some time.

“Yes, I do actually. I’m looking for him now..” Kakyoin thought about why they were running and a slight panic set in, “Is.. Is he okay?”

The two kids looked at eachother and Kakyoin’s heart fell through his chest. What happened to his husband? And why weren’t they saying anything?!

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Kakyoin’s legs felt like rubber as he ran. He wasn’t even thinking, his thoughts wouldn’t allow him to imagine the possibility of Jotaro being dead. They weren’t going to go through this again, they promised eachother this would never happen again! He turned the corner only a split second before Josuke and Okuyasu, and he saw Jotaro fall to the ground.

A cry came from his mouth, but he wasn’t sure he heard any noise as he wasted no time in running over. He fell to his knees next to Jotaro and turned him over, holding his head and giving his cheeks slight slaps.

“Stay with me! Jotaro?! Open your eyes!” He was crying, tears streaming down his face and the worst possible pain imaginable was peircing his heart.

Josuke quickly made quick work of Diamond, starting to heal Koichi and Jotaro. When his wounds started to close up, Kakyoin held him close, not wanting to let go. Bull-headed man, never asked for help, he admitted once that he was scared everytime Kakyoin went into battle that he wouldn’t make it out like he did before.

Now who was the one getting hurt for no reason? Kakyoin looked over and saw the man they assumed to be the assailant, pleading with Josuke just as Jotaro started to stir back awake. The red head gently moved him so he could carefully sit up on his own, not quite sure how Josuke’s stand worked, if it left a lingering pain or what. But he knew Jotaro wouldn’t meet his eyes, being as stubborn as he was.

But Kakyoin wrapped his arms around him and sobbed quietly, just so the two of them could hear. “I’m so glad you’re okay..”

Jotaro turned and started to glare at hus husband but when he saw how disraught Jakyoin had been, he softened his look and wiped his love’s face with his thumb. Kakyoin was just relived they made it in time.

Jotaro and Kakyoin stood up to face Kira and Kakyoin was ready to call Hierophant to really make this an interesting fight. But as well all know, he got away. After the initial search, Kakyoin made sure to stop and thank Koichi. Which was more of Kakyoin hugging the poor kid and threatening to mother him to death.

Later that night though, Jotaro was lectured on not calling Kakyoin sooner and letting him help. Having two professional Stand users was better than one especially when dealing with someone like Kira. Of course Jotaro just distracted Kakyoin halfway through so the message was heard but not received.