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viktoriaashleyyx · 3 months ago

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Lucien is here and he is hearing some things he needed to hear. Most of this is fluff.

This is a pro Tamlin, anti Rhysand self insert revenge fic. All characters belong to SJM, but she wasn't treating them right. Tam x reader, Tam x Rhysands Sister (OC), First person narrative. This will also reference Elucien and Neris in the future, but we aren't there yet.

I've read this like 4 times today alone, and I honestly don't think any tws apply. Let me know if I am wrong about that. It does include references to grief and death.

Ch1.

Ch3 > Ch5

Chapter 4:

As the morning sun shone through the massive windows in Tamlins - no, our- bedroom, I untangled myself from his arms and sat up to stretch. I didn't actually plan on what I would wear here, I had no clothes.

I sat with my feet dangling off the edge of the bed, looking out the window, lost in thought of what is to come next. Tamlin awoke and sat up behind me, pulling my hair out of the way to plant soft kisses down my neck and shoulder. His gentle touches brought me out of my daze and back to the present. “I don't know what I am going to wear today..” I shared.

He sighed as he crawled out of bed to stand in front of me. He took my hands, and just held them as I looked up at him, his strong broad shoulders almost blocking the sunlight pouring in. “I might be able to help with that,” he whispered, pulling one of my hands up to drop a soft kiss on the back, “however, I am a little nervous, I had never expected to show this to anyone.” I cocked my head and my expression changed to curiosity.

He helped me to my feet and began leading me to the other armoire in the corner of his room. I had never paid much attention to it, there was so much furniture in this manor I was going to have fun snooping through. “I never fully healed from, what I thought was, your death. The day you left, I encased my own heart in stone, knowing I could never replace you. I spent many years mourning you, the grief was unbearable at times and the stone helped keep it at bay, just enough to save face and carry on with the duties that were expected of me. Many times, I tried to move on, and there were many ways I tried to cope. Some days…" he took a breath, "I would be out shopping and I would see a dress, or a necklace, or bracelet that would make me think of you and I would allow myself the delusion of you being at home, waiting on me to get back. Just for a fleeting moment. And I would buy the dress and imagine your smile when I gave it to you.” I kept my face soft as I listened intensely, trying to encourage him to continue. The pain he must have experienced was… I don't have the words. It broke my heart to see the longing he held for me for so long. He opened the closet, and inside were hundreds of dresses, in all different colors, lengths, and materials. Some were formal, some would be great for a cozy day inside, some I could imagine wearing on a trip to the villages. My mouth dropped open as my face filled with awe, both at the beautiful dresses he took such care in picking out, and the sentiment that he never fully lost hope this entire time. “I allowed myself this little collection, it made me feel like I hadn't given up on you. Something always told me to hold on.”

He began pulling individual dresses out to show me the thought he put into them, “I always remembered how grumpy you would get when fabric was too close to the spot on your back where your wings sit, and your favorite colors were green, pink and black. You loved the beauty of a Spring night, understandably.” I reached my hand out to touch the soft green velvet A line dress he held out for me. There was a large circle cutout in the back with a button that clasped up by the back of my neck, a high neckline in the front and form fitting half sleeves. The dress was fitted at the waist and flared out around the hips, the skirt looked like it would land just above my knees. It was perfect.

I felt so loved in that moment, so understood. I looked up at his face with happy tears threatening to escape. I laughed as I wiped them away, “I love you,” was all I could get out before I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.*

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We had begun to clean the manor. Most of the work was on Tamlin as the destruction was his doing, but I stayed nearby offering small helps, like dusting and sewing, and company. I would sing silly songs I had learned from the bards I had traveled with and keep our schedule, breaking for lunch and stopping for dinner. He had made me that promise to heal, and he was sticking with it. Though sometimes he would try to work through lunch, or do ‘little’ projects after dinner, I would firmly remind him that healing was physical too, food and rest were nonnegotiables. We had also agreed on one full day a week of rest and fun, usually spent at starlight lake.

Today Tamlin was working out in the gardens, fixing the trellises and pruning what rose bushes survived. I had spent the morning outside with him discussing what new flowers to plant in the empty spaces and sharing stories of the children we once were, running around and playing hide and seek. He confessed to me that I was never any good at it, he could always spot my wings, but he would play along and let me win. I stuck my tongue out at him and scrunched my nose.

After lunch, though, I decided to remain inside while he got back to work as the afternoon sun was getting hot and uncomfortable.

I sat atop the plush green ottoman in the formal sitting room. I hated couches and any chairs with backs as the pressure on my wings caused great discomfort. While I was sewing some of the tears in the curtains, I heard the door open and a set of unfamiliar footsteps walk in. We had been alone here for days, I wondered who it could be. I sat my sewing down and headed towards the foyer, and just as I turned the corner I came face to face with a stunningly handsome male with a golden eye.

“Oh hello, you must be Lucien.” I observed, taking a step back.

“I had heard the rumors, you do bear an uncanny resemblance to your brother,” he responded with a mischievous smile, having to bend slightly to address me. I swear, sometimes I just felt like a damn munchkin.

“If you're just here to insult me you can leave.” I said dryly, narrowing my eyes.

He chuckled “I don't mean anything by it, I know you want nothing to do with Rhysand, you've made that glaringly obvious, and I can't say I blame you. If he wasn't my mate's brother in law I'd never want to see him again either.” He straightened and took a step back, looking me up and down.

“Oh that's right, Elain is it? How is she doing?”

“She's well, you are being more pleasant than they warned me you'd be.” Lucien noted, almost like he'd expected it. The Night court has always hated anyone who didn't submit to them.

“Well, they were standing in my way of accepting a mating bond, and I am not known for my patience. I'm sure you, of all people, understand.” We began walking toward the sitting room. Tamlin had told me all about Lucien, the good and the bad. We had a lot to discuss.

“I understand the pull, but I am a very patient person. 300 years however? That is a long time.” He sat on the couch across from me, and I picked up my sewing once more. “I can see some progress is getting made, tell me how is Tamlin doing now that you're back?”

“He's doing well, we have a plan set to rebuild the court and our reputation. I don't know what version of him you knew, but he seems to be getting back to his former self.”

“That's good... I regret ever leaving him, especially when he was so down, you must hate me for it,” Lucien admitted. I glanced up to meet his gaze, the expression on his face remained cool and flat, but I could see the spark of pain that flashed in his eyes. He and Tamlin had been friends for centuries, did he really think all of that would be thrown away after a few bad years?

I sat my sewing down again and looked directly into his eyes, raising my chin and leaning forward slightly, “I don't. And neither does Tamlin. The ‘cauldron’ blessed you with a mate, Lucien, you deserve to follow your happiness. As someone who has been through Hel and back to return to their mate, it would be hypocritical of me to look down on you for doing the same.” Lucien looked up at me in almost shock, why is it that everyone who has been in my brother's company has been utterly speechless at even the smallest acts of kindness? “You served this court well for many years, suffered with it, defended it, I cannot write that off just because you have a personal goal to reach, a goal that would make your life better in a way this court cannot.” My voice was stern and I left no room for argument. “You were hurt by actions and decisions Tamlin made, you were well within your rights to leave and protect yourself. And I'm almost positive Tamlin has very similar sentiments to give you. So no, I do not blame you for what you couldn't do, I thank you for what you did do.”

“Thank you for that. It's not something I hear often, especially these days.” Lucien spoke softer, his coy demeanor falling into calmness as he realized that I had no ill intent toward him.

I returned to my sewing, “That is sad to hear. If you ever need a non judgemental ear to vent to, you can always talk to me. I hope one day you can look past the face I bear so much resemblance to and see me as a friend. I know you've had it rough.” I offered.

“You shouldn't have to pay for the sins of your brother just because you look alike.”

“ Yes, but until he does, the debt is still owed.” I countered.

Just then Tamlin came back inside, he headed straight for me to give me a kiss and a rose he had plucked. He looked absolutely delicious, his bare chest glistening from sweat and his sun kissed muscled arms seemed to have gotten even bigger. If Lucien wasn't sitting across from us right now… yum. “We have company, love” I said, breaking the kiss.

He turned around, “Lucien! How have you been, my friend?” Lucien stood up and they embraced each other.

I could swear I heard a muffled “it's good to have you back.”

Tamlin turned to me “excuse us, love, we have some things to discuss.” I gave them a smile and a nod.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Sky,” Lucien bowed slightly to me and they were off to the office. I continued sewing the curtains back together.

I am not very good at sewing, the repairs were obvious, but I have always found scars to be beautiful. The repair after pain, will always be more beautiful than pretending the pain never happened in the first place.

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A few hours later, the three of us sat down in the rebuilt formal dining for dinner. Tamlin in his spot at the head of the table, and Lucien and I on either side of him. Tamlin had hunted a boar yesterday, and I gathered some potatoes, carrots and onions still growing in the vegetable garden, so pot roast was on the menu tonight. I'm sure it's not as extravagant as the last proper meal Lucien had here, but it was never going to be.

“You look like you have many stories to tell. What is the most interesting thing you have learned in your travels?” Lucien asked me. He definitely seemed to be feeling better after his long discussion with Tamlin.

I thought for a minute, I had learned so many wonderful things. “That we are not fae.” Tamlin choked on his drink and Lucien raised an eyebrow at me.

“You're always saying odd shit, I love it.” Tamlin laughed innocently, more as an encouragement to elaborate.

“I have traveled through many realms, I have met the Scoia'tael, the Night elves, Blood elves, Void elves and the Night Fae. In no other realm was I considered a fae, and when I came face to face with what was considered a fae, it was, well, unsettling. We share many characteristics with elves, such as our aversion to ash, and yet we are not affected by iron. I have seen other fae burn to death with just a single scratch of an iron blade. That rumor did not manifest out of nowhere. I believe the true rumor is that we are even Fae at all. Of course, it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things, it's just what I found most interesting.”

Lucien sat back in his seat and stared at me, intrigued. “I don't know what I was expecting but it certainly wasn't that,” he breathed. Tamlin grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a quick kiss. “So, how did you manage to make it back to Prythia?”

Ugh, this story is long and painful, to explain it would take days. “I made a deal with the mother herself, Freya. I had to complete the Trials of Tyr. Most of it was just utter nonsense,” I dismissed, doing my best to avoid even letting them know I can weld a blade, and how easy it is for me, “but for the final trial I have to say I am a little amused with myself.”

“Oh?” Both of them listened intensely.

“It was a riddle, they tried to trick me, and, usually, I am no good at riddles but I beat this one with just an innocent question.” I racked my brain trying to find the best way to explain this that did not raise further questions. “They brought out a pin of around 10 utterly normal goats and told me ‘If you wish to return to your shapeshifter, you must first find ours. Which is Loki?’ and without even glancing at the goats I just asked them, ‘Is this assuming Loki is not still chained up under the mountain? Ya, know, with the dripping venom and whatnot? For killing Baldur?’ Apparently it was a trick and none of them were Loki. They were more annoyed than amused when they tossed me back,” I shrugged innocently.

Both Tamlin and Lucien laughed out loud. “A witty one, she is,” Tamlin gushed to Lucien, gesturing to me.

“I would say, ‘wise’ is a better way to describe it.” I corrected.

“And because I know I will be asked,” Lucien added carefully, “do you think you will ever be willing to talk with your brother?”

I rolled my eyes. “Talk? Maybe after we rebuild, if I feel like it. I know I've been gone for a while and his contributions and behavior could have improved, but what I saw when I walked in, the first image I have of him, is not easily forgotten.” I took a sip of my wine, “When do you plan on returning to Night?”

“I don't have a solid plan in place, I honestly didn't expect the manor to be in this good of state when I initially stopped in.”

“Your room has been cleaned, as well. Nothing inside was damaged, it just needed to be freshened after so long. You will always have a place here, that will always be your room.” Tamlin offered. “You have an open invitation, come and go as you please.”

“Well, since I can see you making a genuine effort now, is there any way I can help rebuild?” Lucien asked.

“Actually, we do have a meeting with Tarquin in a few days. As an experienced emissary, would you be willing to help me schedule meetings with the others? I understand you are estranged from Autumn, and me from Night, but if you could just help me deliver some letters to Day, Dawn and Winter, it would be greatly appreciated. We can't do this alone, we need alliances.” I could easily do this myself, but if there is one thing I know about building friendships, is ask for help, even if it's small. People feel closer to you when they feel they are needed.

*authors note: this is actually something I have done with my own grief surrounding my sisters death. I have a small collection of dresses and jewelry that remind me of her that I will never wear. I'm saying this to let you know that grief is messy and grief is weird. However you choose to deal with yours is valid as long as it is not hurting yourself or others. ❤️

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ravencoloredroses · 1 year ago

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Dream Girl Part 1

Nyx x Reader

Summary: Ever since he can remember, Nyx has dreamt of the same girl. Without any idea who she is or if she even exists, how could he ever find her?

Warnings: insomnia, Devlon / Windhaven

Word Count: 2,556

A/N: I’m thinking this is gonna have at least 3 parts so stay tuned for those! I hope you guys enjoy this one! Let me know what you think! <3

part 2 part 3

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Nyx wakes up most days before dawn for an early morning training session with his uncles. Today however, was not one of those days.

He was tossing and turning the majority of the night, hoping that when he does finally fall asleep, he dreams of her.

Ever since he can remember, Nyx’s dreams have had visions of his mate. At least that’s who he assumes it is.

Nyx knows that his dad had visions of his mom in his dreams way before they met. Being too embarrassed to ask what the dreams mean, Nyx keeps everything to himself. He’s tried to ask hypothetical and broad questions, but his family are all busybodies so he stopped asking.

He wonders if she dreams of him too, if she wants to know who he is just as bad as he does.

Tonight’s dream is no different. A stunning angel-like figure standing right in front of him surrounded by a cloud of white smoke. She has fair skin and onyx colored hair that is always styled perfectly.

But her eyes, her eyes are his favorite part. The left is a rich chocolate brown color, the right a deep sea blue. He’s never seen anyone in real life with two different colored eyes, he didn’t even know that was a thing.

*knock* *knock*

Nyx wakes with a jump. He looks out the window to see the sun is already fully up. He’s late for training this morning.

“Nyx? Are you in there?”

Nyx wipes the drool off his chin, standing up to make the bed. He quickly realizes he slept naked that night.

“Um, yeah mom I’m here. Just give me a second.”

Thankfully it was his Mom who came to get him, anyone else would have just barged in.

“Okay honey, I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Yep, totally fine. Thanks”

With that Feyre left to go join the training session. Nyx shakes out his wings and heads over to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Hopefully his uncle Cassian won’t harass him too much for being late.

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After training, Nyx heads back to his room to freshen up. Changing out of his leathers, he starts filling up the bathtub. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His eye bags have doubled their darkness in the past few days and his hair is slicked down to his forehead with sweat.

Deciding he needs to take better care of himself, Nyx chooses to bathe with his best smelling soaps. Massaging his sore muscles as he goes along, taking his time with his wings.

Once the water has gone cold, Nyx grabs a fluffy towel to dry himself off. Changing into comfy clothes, he grabs his sketchbook and heads downstairs for breakfast.

As he rounds the corner, he can hear the voices of his family growing louder.

“All I’m saying is that Az should have waited a second. That’s all!” Cassian says with a bag of ice held to his eye.

“Maybe, if you weren’t so distracted by me, you would have been able to block his punch.” Nesta chimes in walking over to hold the ice for him.

“Maybe, if you didn’t look so damn- Hey kiddo! When did you get down here?” Cassian asks nervously looking around the room.

“Um, Just now uncle Cas. Don’t worry, I didn’t hear much.” Nyx mumbles walking over to the counter to grab an apple. He stumbles over to grab a seat in between his mom and his uncle Azriel.

Nyx takes a bite of his apple, wipes off the juice that drips down his chin with the back of his hand, and gets to work. He’s been trying to draw the girl in his dreams, but he can never get the details just right.

He’s just finished the outline when Az leans over and whispers, “Do you know her?”

Nyx looks up to see his uncle staring fondly at him. “What?” he manages to get out.

“That’s the same girl you always draw right? Is she your friend?”

Nyx looks around to see if anyone heard what Az just said. After finding that no one was paying attention, he whispers back. “Not personally, no.”

Az stares at him clearly confused, he prompts Nyx to continue.

With a sigh Nyx says, “Can we talk about this later?”

Azriel nods and goes back to eating. Not wanting to draw any more attention to himself, Nyx moves over to the living room and plops down on the couch. He’s nearly done with his sketch, taking his time in order to get the details right.

Rhys comes over and sits down on the couch across from Nyx, staring with a feline grin.

“Yes dad?”

“Who is she?” Rhys asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Nyx looks up trying not to show his surprise. Knowing he can’t lie to his dad, he puts down his mental walls and shows him everything. From the very first dream to last night’s.

Rhys stumbles back, now wide eyed. “Feyre darling, come in here please.” Feyre slowly comes walking into the living room, same expression as her mate. Nyx knows his dad just showed her everything.

“Baby, is she- is she your mate?” She says taking a seat next to Nyx and places his hands in hers.

Nyx looks down. “I- I’m not sure. I think so, but-“ Feyre shares a knowing look with Rhysand, clearly having a mental conversation.

She looks over to his drawing and asks, “Can I take a look?” Nyx nods and passes the sketchbook over. Feyre flips through the book and sees page after page of drawings. All of the same girl but all completely different. Some are just a portrait, while others are of her full body. Some are just incomplete sketches, others are fully colored works of art.

“Oh honey, these are amazing.” She says trying not to let her eyes water. “She’s also very beautiful.” Now looking up at his mother, Nyx feels his cheeks getting warmer.

“I can never get all the details right. There is always something off that doesn’t look like she does in my dreams. I- I get so frustrated because I want to be able to see her while I’m awake too.” Nyx reveals, now fully blushing.

“Well, I’m sure that can be arranged.” Rhys says, moving to stand behind Feyre to get a better look. Nyx whips his head around to see his parents both smiling at him.

“What are you-“

“Don’t worry about it dear. For now, just focus on getting these details right.” Feyre says teasingly. She hands the sketchbook back to Nyx and stands up. Rhys sends a wink to his son and walks off hand in hand with his mate.

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“Okay who wants to go first?” Mor says practically jumping up and down with excitement. Starfall came sooner than Nyx expected. He barely had enough time to get all of his gifts together.

“I mean if no one else wants to, I guess I will.” Cassian hurries to speak before anyone else gets the chance.

2 hours and a heaping pile of torn up gift wrap later, Nyx finally gets to open his presents. The first is a new knife holster with his initials embroidered from Azriel, a pack of the nicest colored pencils from Amren. Mor gives him a matching hat, scarf and glove set, and a new set of leathers from Cassian.

Lastly his parents come up to him with their present, both with a nervous but excited facial expression.

“Okay, this last one is from us.” His mom starts passing the present over to Nyx. “It might not be what you were expecting, but we hope that you like it.”

As he begins to unwrap the gift, Nyx feels his heartbeat pick up speed. Not believing what he’s seeing, he looks up to see the whole room zoned in to watch his reaction.

“I used what you showed your dad and I to make it. I tried to get it as close to what I saw.” Feyre says nervously.

“It’s- It’s perfect.” Nyx manages to get out after trying to calm his breathing. The gift is a painting of the girl from his dream. She’s portrayed exactly like his visions, actually even better. He can see all the detail his mother put into the painting. Her hair looks so soft he can almost feel it.

It’s almost like she’s looking right at him. Not in a creepy way, but in an admiring and loving way. The color of her right eye is dead on. Nyx has never been able to color match the blue quite right.

Rhys smiles at Nyx. “I’m glad you think so.” He moves to stand behind his son, planting hands on his shoulders. “It’s yours to hang wherever you want. We had a few places in mind, but it’s up to you to decide.”

“My office I think would be nice. Like yours with the portrait of mom.” Nyx says looking up to his father.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

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*knock* *knock*

“Hey dad! You wanted to see me?” Nyx asks, walking into his dad’s office. Cassian and Azriel are sat on opposite sides of the room, Nyx decides to sit next to his uncle Az.

“Yes, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Rhys starts. Just then Feyre walks into the room and walks over to sit on Rhys’ lap. “Well actually, we wanted to talk to you about something.”

Nyx looks at Az cautiously, who just nods toward the High Lord and Lady silently telling Nyx to pay attention.

“Am I in trouble?” Nyx asks, now feeling anxious.

“Oh, Mother no! Unless you did something to get yourself into trouble. You didn't, did you?” Feyre says, now zeroed in on her son.

“No! I didn’t do anything” Nyx argues.

“We know, son.” Rhys says. “You're not in trouble. Quite the opposite, actually. Since you’re getting older, we think it would be a good idea for you to tag along on some missions.”

“Me? Ar- are you sure? I thought you said I wasn’t ready?” Nyx asks, looking between his parents and uncles.

“Well, I don’t think your father will ever think you’re ready, but it’s time. If you’re up for it of course. We wouldn’t start out with dangerous missions, we were thinking to just do simple ones and then we can go from there, okay?” Feyre says with hope in her eyes.

“I- I guess, I mean yes, absolutely! I’m ready! When’s the first one?” Nyx questions, about to jump up and down in excitement.

“Well, later today we were planning on visiting some of the Illyrian war camps. Nothing crazy, just going in and making sure everything is alright. We would be with you the entire time of course. You would just be following us around, seeing what the camps are like and learning what it takes to lead them.” Rhys explains.

“Yeah little man, watch and learn.” Cassian says teasingly.

“Alright Cas.” Rhys turns back to Nyx. “As heir, one day it is gonna be your responsibility to control these camps. I don’t expect you to get everything right away, that’s why we’re starting slow.”

“If I do good on this, does that mean I can go to the Court of Nightmares with you?” Nyx asks.

“Oh sweetie, I don’t know about that just yet. Let’s see how you do with these missions first, okay?” Feyre replies, now worried for her son. Nyx has never been to Hewn City, and if Feyre had her way, he never would.

“We’re leaving in about an hour. Does that give you enough time to get ready?” Azriel asks.

“Y-yeah. I’ll go right now.” Nyx says jumping up and striding towards the door. With his hand on the doorknob, he spins around and asks, “What do I bring?”

“Just yourself, buddy.” Cassian answers. “Well, yourself and a weapon or two.”

Laughing, Nyx scurries up the stairs to get ready for his first ever mission.

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Flying to Windhaven wasn’t the hard part, the hard part was trying to stay calm while flying to Windhaven. Ever since they took off from the balcony, Nyx has had a weird feeling in his chest. Something that he’s never felt before. He hopes it goes away soon so he can focus on this mission.

Walking around the camp was like walking into a different world. There were sparring matches going on everywhere. Almost everybody was bruised and bleeding. The only man that wasn’t was walking towards them now.

“Rhysand! To what do I owe the pleasure.” The strange man said.

“Devlon. It’s been too long.” Rhys replies, taking place in front of Nyx.

“Well who do we have here? Is that who I think that is?” Devlon leans down to get a good look at Nyx. “Are you dropping your son off to join our camp?”

“Mother no! Absolutely not. We’re here to check in with you. Nyx here,” Rhys says gesturing down to his son. “is tagging along to learn how we do things.”

“Ahh. Well then, let’s go somewhere a little more private to chat shall we?” Devlon says turning away without waiting for an answer.

Nyx looks up questioningly to Azriel. He just shakes his head and puts his arm out letting Nyx walk in front of him.

Once they make it into what Nyx assumes is an office, Cassian plops down on a rather uncomfortable looking couch. Rhys chooses to stand next to where Nyx sits down beside Cassian and Azriel stands on the opposite side.

“Can I get you gentlemen anything to drink?” Devlon asks.

“No thank you, we’re fine.” Rhys replies.

Devlon sinks down into his chair and laughs. “Good, because I don’t have anything anyways.”

“Do you have anything to update us on?” Azriel asks, cutting straight to the point.

“Well, things around here are more or less the same. Training, eat, sleep, training, eat, sleep, you know how it is.”

Rhys squints his eyes. “Right. And what of the females here?”

“What of them? They are safe, if that's what you want to know. We don’t really have that many, but the ones that we do have, seem to be doing well.” Devlon says, leaning back in his chair.

“They seem to be doing well?” Cassian asks, hunching forward. “What exactly does that mean?”

“Well most of them don’t put up much of a fight, but there is one of them who-“ Devlon pauses, trying to think of what to say.

“One who?” Rhys prompts.

“She hasn’t been keeping up with the other females when it comes to chores. She’s been caught sneaking out at night begging for some of the guys to train her. One of them did eventually spar with her at first, but she learned her lesson pretty quickly. It’s not common that a female wants to train here, I don’t really know what to do with her.” Devlon shrugs and turns to face Azriel. “She reminds me a lot of you when you were here.”

Azriel’s eyebrows pull together slightly. “What does that mean?”

“You’ll see.” Devlon says with a smirk.

“What’s her name?” Rhys asks after a beat of awkward silence.

“Y/N, her name is Y/N.”

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lilbittymonster · 2 months ago

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Day 12: Quarry

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The herd of steinbock grazed peacefully in the meadow below, unaware of the young girl above. She had been tracking them for the better part of the morning, the sun sliding over the highlands as she followed their muddied footsteps ever higher. Now, she was hidden behind a rock fall several yalms above, and was watching the movements of the herd for any signs of weakness or slow-footed members.

There. An older buck, limping on a hind leg. Slowly, carefully, so as to make as little sound as she could, she nocked an arrow and took aim. The bowstring thrummed in her ear as she released, and the arrow struck her target, but not true enough. The steinbock reared and screamed in pain, and the rest of the herd followed suit. Cursing under her breath as they ran once again, the girl skittered down the hillside to follow after them.

There was a trail of bright red blood mixed into the churned mud. She blew a stray lock of hair from her face as she tried to calculate just how far the buck would be able to get before it bled out, assuming that no other predator got to it first, when overhead a large shadow blocked out the sun. It was there and gone again in an instant, resolving itself into the shape of a white dragon soaring above.

The thought of her quarry all but vanished in her excitement at seeing a dragon. They were nowhere near one of the sky cities, and she didn’t see a rider on its back, so it must be on its own hunting foray. She picked up her pace, eager to try and get at least one kill before the day was out and the dragon devoured the whole herd.

It disappeared over the horizon line as she ran. It was difficult to tell but it might have been going in the same direction as her target. There was no way the entire herd wasn’t visible from the air. Hoping against hope that there would be no charred mass of burned hide and meat waiting at the end of the trail, the girl pressed on with the sun beating down from its zenith.

She crested a ridge in the trail, and out in the middle of a spread of churned earth was the dragon. In its claws was a steinbock, and as she drew nearer she could see the arrow still stuck out at an awkward angle from its side. It was much smaller with its wings folded. There was no way to tell how old it was. She paused, unsure if perhaps she had strayed into the children of the First’s territory on accident in her haste.

“It is dangerous for one so young to be hunting alone, daughter of the land,” said the dragon. “Wherefore dost thou stray so far from thine elders?”

“Someone has to put food on the table,” the girl said. “Mother is sick and Father twisted his leg.” She looked to the dead steinbock still locked in ivory talons and back up to the dragon. “Have…..I hunted in the wrong part of the mountains by mistake?”

It shook its head. “Nay, young one, these lands are for all to partake of. Though I must ask; how didst thou intend to bring your prize to your people alone?”

“Er-I, uhh….” She hadn’t actually thought about that part until now.

The dragon chuckled, a low sound like distant thunder.

“Come. ‘Twould be no great burden to carry both thee and thy prey.”

The girls’ eyes widened as she processed the words and their implication.

“I get to ride on your back? Like a real dragoon?!”

The dragon nodded, crouching low to the ground as it gathered the legs of the steinbock in its claws.

The girl carefully scrambled up the scaly hide, careful not to step too hard on any joints, and settled best she could between the spines along its back. She was going to remember this day for the rest of her life.

#ffxivwrite2024 #ffxivwrite 2024 #my writing #nebulously in pre dragonsong coerthas #more OC spouting time for meeee #my 'grew up reading Dragonriders of Pern' is showing with this one :3

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vidalinav · 1 year ago

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Promp! Nessian subtle touches!!! Like they are not together together yet but they give eachother little touches?? Kind of like before all the a*sf fiasco, i don't know i just want soft nessian

I sort of wrote something for this... but I made it sad face. :D but it’s actually more Nesta having anxiety.

This is basically if Cassian hadn't immediately run off to the snow ball fight and they had their morning after. Basically for context, after this scene, they'd have to go see the rest of the family after they've basically accepted the mate bond. SO... awko taco, but I didn't write that part.

Nesta always dreads the morning afters and perhaps that's why she never invites Cassian to stay. There's no drunken allure, no fascination, no great lust that overrides her senses enough to forget that she is with another person... lying in her bed, less than perfect... something stale and sweaty, while she tries to forget the night.

But Nesta finds she doesn't particularly want to forget this night. She doesn't want to get out of bed either.

Cassian’s arms are wrapped around her and his wings are lazily lounging across her way, blocking out the sun and instead of clambering out of sheets, Nesta wishes to trace the fabric of his wings and see what he might do. Would he get mad? Would he settle in sweet sighs? Would he let her touch him, over and over again, just as he had last night?

Last night feels like a dream where they are surrounded by stars. Light winds around their hearts, knotting and twisting into something permanent and precious. Nesta has an inkling of what it is, but she won't say it out loud. Let him admit it first. If he dares, let him speak his mind and she'll tell him that she'd always hoped it was him. That it was always meant to be him, even when she contested so greatly to herself that he wasn’t meant to be hers.

They fit somehow. Her head rests in the crevice of his neck and she's tucked so neatly next to him. Their limbs are twisted together and surely they've become so entwined that no two people exist. Only one soul. One body. One star shooting across the night.

But now it's morning and just like the sun, Cassian blinks awake.

He smiles as he sees her. Nesta can't help the soft grin. It arises from her face without any great fanfare and it settles just like the warmth on her skin.

“Thank the Mother,” he says, his voice rough with sleep. "I thought you were a dream.”

"I didn't want to wake you," Nesta says as she lightly trails a finger across the fine tendons still wading across her body. Cassian shivers and he takes her hands, placing a reverent kiss to each knuckle.

He's quiet as he kisses her awake, kisses her back to life. Her skin turns pink at his touch and there must be something to be said about the color that returns in light of his presence. He soothes her and thrills her all at once.

"They'll be searching for us soon," he confesses, a little smirk playing with his features. Nesta tries not to wrinkle her nose, but Cassian kisses there, his hands weaving through golden brown waves. "I doubt they'll let us miss breakfast."

Bunch of busybodies, she thinks, but before Nesta can rant her lungs clear, Cassian is pulling her closer. An impossible feat, really, because there’s no way they could be any more entwined. Not unless they burrowed their way to the center, where that splitting star sits.

"There will be pancakes. French toast. Oatmeal... and I even made sure they'd have those strawberries you like. There's cake left too, perhaps we can make a celebration of it."

A celebration, an announcement, some rejoice of pleasure. A finally.

A finality.

Cassian sounds excited as he says the words, but Nesta can only think of morning afters.

There's a shame to it, isn't there? That everyone should know about how she's spent her time and whose she spent it with. She swears there was a concern there at one point... though she doubts they will mind much now that it’s Cassian.

But it is Cassian.

Nesta has always been full of secrets and this is but one that will be ripped from her grasp. If it exists outside quick romps, it will exist outside bedroom walls. The secret will no longer be safe and hers alone.

It will no longer be theirs--safe where it's clasped within her hands with tightened fists.

“What worries you,” Cassian asks softly... slowly... But Nesta doesn’t know what to say, what to reveal. Will he keep her secrets? If those walls are knocked down, will he guard those walls he’s plundered? "Don't you want to see the others?"

Nesta swallows, staring into hazel with her heart a roaring song.

How does she say she doesn't know what she wants? How does she speak a truth that will tear him apart? How does she speak without the inevitable sighs, the impatience, as if she's arrogant and not troubled? Her world is being ripped to pieces just like her soul, and he's holding her together merely by his arms--his embrace.

Why does love feel so sickly? She feels like she's humming out of her body and her limbs must move, but will she run? Will she freeze? Will she fight and tear them both apart?

So Nesta instead tightens her hold where her arms are wrapped around him. She chooses to cling, and she leans her head on his chest, willing herself to stop screaming when her voice makes no sound.

"I want to listen to your heart," she answers, "for just a little while longer."

#nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #is this a snippet if I don't intend to finish the rest?#unsure #vidalinav writes nessian #vidalinav writes fanfic

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hollowwrites · 1 year ago

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Blindsided

Part 9

Ominis x MC

Summary - The gang prepare for the Tri Wizard Tournament. Starting from tomorrow Sebastian would officially be the Hogwarts Champion.

I know I’ve said this before but this is filler. I just need to get these things out of the way so I can hurry up and get to the good stuff!!! Hopefully from the next part onwards it’s just all aboard the Ominis train.

Sorry if this feels rushed I just want to get to the smooching! 👀

Again feel free to swap Evelyn for Y/N or MC

Warnings - Cussing from Poppy (our sweet girl) all characters aged up 18+

Word Count - 4329

Birds were, in Ominis’ opinion, exceedingly irritating creatures. No matter how many times people described the winged rodents to him they would always remain, in his head, twisted up monsters of flesh screaming constantly into the void.

So when he was stirred from his sleep by a particularly vocal bird outside Evelyns bedroom window, he groaned.

The suns orange beams burst through the window panes warming the skin it settled upon.

A rare occurrence.

Usually, the dark halls of Hogwarts and the cloudy Scottish weather blocked all possible natural light from leaving its warmth upon his skin.

As he stretched out his long limbs, squeezing out every drop of sleep from his bones, he became aware of Evelyn, still sound asleep, next to him, her legs tangled with his.

He imagined what she would look like with those same warm rays cascading across her features. How the sun would highlight her hair and rouse her from her slumber. The ambient glow of her eyes as the light caught them.

Without thought, he reached out to her.

Even with the blanket of sun engulfing her she still felt cool to the touch. He sighed contently. How is she always cold?

His fingers tangled with the stray hairs at her shoulder, disturbing them from where they had settled, their soft strands falling over her face. Delicately, he brushed away the fallen locks of hair, then swept down to gently feel for the side of her face and the crinkle of her eyes, indicting she was still asleep.

His eyes flickered down to her body, fingers twitching as he recalled the shape of her hips and soft curve of her waist. They were brief encounters last night when he felt her scar. His mind more preoccupied reliving past memories of the Scriptorium and the time she had apparated to him.

But he remembered some things.

Her form was silhouetted against his mind.

It took everything in Ominis’ power to not reach out and once more find the soft flesh of her waist. The subtle dip and hollow curve of her hip. He would commit the contours of her body to his memory.

“Its rude to stare” she murmured. Her voice so thick with sleep, hazy and enticing. The sort of voice you can imagine coercing you back to bed. Or anything. He would do anything to hear her like this again, and again…and again.

“Surely it doesn’t count if I’m not seeing anything”

“Fine” she huffed, limply taking his wrist and flopping his hand over her face. “Now you’re staring”

He laughed breathily, solidly cupping her cheek and jaw.

He blinked, and when his eyes opened again, his opal irises stared directly into her own. Her breath caught. The eye contact. She melted. A pool of warmth and giddy school girl hormones.

“I’ve changed my mind” she smiled against his hand “I don’t want you to see me in a morning. I look a mess.”

“I am certain you look beautiful, but…what is going on here?” he reached up to her and ruffled her shoulder lengths locks. “This is some wonderful bed head you’ve got going on here”

“Ah!…how dare you!” she shoved his shoulder rolling him onto his back, a throaty chuckle escaping from his chest “Come on you, let’s get some breakfast”

As Ominis and Evelyn made their way down the stairs, a sudden and rather loud clattering sounded from the Kitchen. They both gazed in the direction of the calamity, Ominis seeking it with his wand, before Eve skipped over. She found a rather disheveled Sebastian standing over a broken cup.

“Morning!” He beamed, casting a silent Repairo and watching the cup float delicately back onto the counter “Coffee?”

“Honestly, Sebastian, how you’ve made it to this age I will never know”

“I’d be perfectly nimble if you two hadn’t abandoned me on that piddly little sofa. I’m aching worse than after Quidditch practise…Look…” Sebastian turned his head to the right, a sharp hiss leaving him when a pain shot up his spine.

“I’ve got Wiggenweld. Don’t be such a cry baby” she absentmindedly made a coffee for herself and a tea for Ominis, who silently entered the living room and began tidying up after Sebastian, a blanket and cushion discarded haphazardly across the floor.

“Speaking of…how did you two sleep?” Sebastian leant against the counter next to her, nudging her with his elbow and wiggling his eyebrows.

“We slept fine thank you fo-“

“Woah what happened here?” Sebastian placed his cup down before taking her hands in his.

Shit

She was hoping no one would notice. Since she had woken up, she had a dull ache along her arms. When she looked down, she noticed her wrists had bruised a brilliant dark purple. As she descended the stairs of her home, she pulled the sleeves down around her hands, but had failed to notice her fingers were also bruised

“Don’t say anything” she whispered “Ominis will be devastated”

“This is from him?” His face was a contorted mess of confusion, concern and anger “What do you two get up to?”

“Don’t be disgusting, Sebastian” she slapped his arm before wincing “He had a nightmare and when I tried to wake him he…grabbed me. It’s fine, Wiggenweld should get rid if I rub it into my hands. Do not say anything” she hissed

“I won’t, I won’t” he held his hands up in surrender “It’s happened to me before. Wiggenweld will sort it out. Be thankful it’s just your hands. I can say from experience, he has a hell of a right hook” he rubbed his jaw dramatically and she laughed.

“Thank you for being there for him. When I’m not around”

“Hey I was here first remember” she rolled her eyes “You don’t get to come in, in our fifth year and take my boy from me”

The rest of the morning was spent getting ready to go back to Hogwarts. Sebastian insisted on testing the new Floo Flame first and when he came back through, ensuring the all clear, everyone else followed suite.

Ominis broke off from the rest of them when they arrived, making his way to the Great Hall to save them all a space for food…and to keep Garreth from eating everything.

Anne nervously picked at her nails walking down the halls of Hogwarts again.

It was like riding a broom.

She never forgot the corridors and the maze of stairs, easily navigating from Central Hall down to the Dungeons. But it somehow felt different.

When Anne got to the Slytherin Common Room, the Great Silver Snake recognised her immediately, and without her uttering the password, opened the large stone door for her to enter. Sebastian looked like he might cry when he watched her prance down the spiral staircase.

He waited patiently in the Slytherin foyer whilst Evelyn salvaged some uniform for her to wear whenever she decided to visit. Help her blend in so maybe a Professor wouldn’t spot her immediately.

Whilst no one else would be wearing uniform, it being a Sunday, she insisted upon wearing a Slytherin scarf to breakfast. She twirled for Sebastian on their way out, his eyes holding the smallest pang of regret.

The Sunday morning breakfast feast usually ran later than the rest of the week, encouraging many students to lie in and still join everyone for breakfast.

There was a distinct lack of food surrounding Garreth and as they filtered over to their usual spot, Eve caught Ominis batting his hand away from a neatly stacked pile of assorted pastries.

“Come on! She won’t miss one” She heard Garreth complain “She won’t even know if you don’t tell her” Ominis smirked

“Tell her what?” Eve whispered leaning directly into his ear, causing the Gryffindor to leap from his seat

“Merlin’s beard!! Did you know she was there?” Garreth shot a look to Ominis.

“I know everything” he said ominioisly

“Git…” Garreth mumbled “Where’s Sebastian? I have that case of Wiggenweld for him.”

“He’s just at the Ravenclaw Table saying Hi to Amit and Poppy” she took her seat between Garreth and Ominis, nudging Ominis with her elbow gently, in a silent Hello.

“Those two are disgusting. Far too sweet” Imelda acknowledged Eve finally, lifting her head from an obnoxiously large pile of toast

“You and Sebastian are worse” Garreth scoffed “Then you just have us three” he gestured uproariously to the side of the bench they all sat on “The Singletons”

“Oh yes, you three are all so available” Imelda said sarcastically prompting a swift kick from Eve under the table “What?” She continued innocently “Garreth has a thing for Anne. What did you think I meant?” She batted her eyelashes and smirked.

“Here before Garreth eats it all” Ominis slid the pile of pastries towards her. “I should be awarded an order of Merlin for safeguarding these”

Before Evelyn could say thank you a leaflet flopped delicately onto her waiting Croissant. And then another flitted down from the ceiling onto Imelda’s toast. And another and another until the room was a snowy cascade of brightly coloured paper.

“What’s going on?” Ominis asked, casting a quick umbrella charm from his wand, keeping the offending flurry of paper away from him. He pulled Evelyn under the cover with him, allowing his arm to drape around her waist. His fingers tracing along her hip bone aimlessly.

Garreth reached for the pamphlet, turning it over in his hands.

“Dearest Witches and Wizards spanning our Great Globe, you are all cordially invited to this Tri Wizards Tournaments, Champions ball” Garreth read aloud “Each Champion will be required to bring a partner of graceful disposition to partake in the opening dance. The ball will commence the evening of the Second trial permitting all champions survive.” Garreth gulped “How charming…”

“Oh no” Imelda looked pale. “Sebastian is our Champion, I’m going to have to dance” She slumped over the table banging her head lightly against the hard wood.

“It’ll be okay Imelda! Just lay low. My Aunt has certainly turned her eyes off me since I’ve been hanging around with you guys” Garreth boasted “She might forget that little detail and just host it like she did in second year. Remember that little Spring ball they made us do? No one danced then”

“Garreth Weasley, are you suggesting you’re using us as an invisibility cloak?” Eve tutted

“I dunno” he shrugged “Let’s find out” he stood and effortlessly lifted Eve out of her chair and over his shoulder. She squealed in delight as he ran laps of the tables.

Ominis could hear the rise and fall of her mirth as he serpentined around the tables.

If he thinks, even for a second, he’s going to that ball with her…

“What’s Weasley doing?” Sebastian asked as he approached the table, with Anne in tow.

“Demonstrating what laying low means apparently” Ominis said bitterly

“Oh don’t get like that. Garreth doesn’t mean anything by this, you know that.”

Ominis huffed crossing his arms across his chest and sulking. He could feel the collective eye roll of his peers, before Anne and Imelda exchanged hugs.

He heard Eves’ laughs grow louder as Garreth appeared again, flinging her off his shoulders. She landed less than daintily and stumbled onto the bench, again next to Ominis. She gave his arm a little squeeze before finally chowing down on the food he’d kept for her.

“Ah, there you are, Oh mighty Hogwarts Champion. You’re stash of Wiggenweld as you reques-“

As Anne pulled away from embracing Imelda, Garreth stopped functioning. She looked the same as he remembered, plump faced, rosey cheeked and full of joy. Not at all how Sebastian had described her. She really was better.

“-ted. Anne?” He finally managed to stumble out.

“Hello Weasley. It’s nice to -oh” in a second he’d climbed over the table, causing yelps and screams from the other students trying to eat. He jumped down directly in front of her, looking over every feature available to him, grasping at her elbows as though if he didn’t, she would fade to dust.

“You look amazing” he said bashfully “Can I- I mean you’re cursed but… can I hug you? Will it hurt you? Can you-“

Anne threw her arms around Garreths neck, pulling him down. The next few minutes consisted of them rocking slowly back and forth and talking into each others shoulders.

Sebastian looked like he wanted to die.

He muttered under his breath and Eve elbowed him.

“It’s so good to see you again, Annie” he kept a hold of her after they finally broke away “Although this-“ he pinched her Slytherin scarf between his fingers, as though it smelt putrid “…is disgusting. I’d have thought if you’re coming back they’d have to re-sort you”

“I’m not coming back, sadly. This is just so I blend in. I can visit whenever I like now! Oh, I have all this too” she patted her bag filled to the brim with spare robes, ties, jumpers…anything with a Slytherin crest embroidered on it.

“Er…forget that. I always thought you’d look good in red. Let’s prove that shall we.” He took her hand and marched off towards the exit of the Great Hall.

“Wait she’s still…” Sebastian called after them but they’d already left through the huge double doors. “…cursed” he muttered

“Don’t worry, I’ll go with them” Eve said swinging her legs out from the bench “Stop your worrying” She kissed Sebastian on the top of his head before turning to Ominis “Thank you for breakfast” and kissed him on the cheek. Ominis felt his cheek tingle as she flitted off after the couple.

“Told you not to worry about Garreth. He’s definitely got a thing for Anne. Which is great for you, less great for me” Sebastian said finally taking a seat next to Imelda. They nuzzled close to one another and Ominis could feel the waves of love emanating from them…it was unpleasant.

”Can you please stop inferring me and Eve are an item?” Ominis pouted “You three are the only people I have left. I don’t want to almost half the amount of people I care about if things end badly”

”Why are you worrying about things ending before they’ve even started?” Sebastian asked

“You know why” Ominis’ gripped his teacup tightly.

He had told Sebastian about his plan to separate from his family. From tomorrow night, he would no longer be a Gaunt. If all went well. He just needed to get through Sebastian’s first tournament trial and he would be on his way.

“Ah right…but that won’t be a problem for much longer right?”

“We shall see”

After breakfast, Imelda departed, claiming that she needed to get all the Quidditch practise in that she possibly could. Her eyes hadn’t stopped darting since they all found out about the ball. With regular lessons, the tournament, and quidditch she had gone into overload. Good job she thrives under pressure.

Sebastian and Ominis made their way to the library, deciding that if everyone was all of a sudden too busy for them, they’d have an old fashioned library study session. Like the good old days.

One thing you do not expect to walk in on, in a library, is a verbal slinging match. The raised voices from Scribners’ desk echoed around every alcove and corner. Even some of the paintings were shushing them.

“There is nothing I can do Miss Sweeting. Miss Moreau has made a valid complaint I cannot keep this book in circulation whilst the tournament is here. I am sorry” Scribner droned on.

“She wouldn’t even know I had the book if I wasn’t-“ Poppy started before being cut off

“Oh no! I don’t care that you’re the Hogwarts Champion, Sebastian. Do not get involved with this” she screeched upon seeing Ominis and Sebastian approach.

“What have I done? I just got here”

“ENOUGH!! All of you go get some studying done before I deduct hefty house points from all of you” She slammed her hands down onto the cover of Poppys book before hauling it off to the Restricted Section.

“You okay Poppy?” Ominis asked not enjoying the stale environment they were now stood in.

“Yes I’m fine. Wait till I get my hands on that…bloody Baeuxbaton Bimbo.”

“What book was it?” Sebastian ushered them over to a central table, knowing if he hid himself away Scribner would keep an eye on him anyway “You know I love some light restricted reading”

“It was nothing. Just ‘Tri Wizards: A History’. I was reading through on possible trials seeing if there’s any sort of pattern. I was hoping to give you some sort of warning or edge. But she caught me reading it and blabbed to Scribner that it’s ‘unsportsmanlike’. What a load of tosh” Poppy huffed reading over the small amount of notes she’d made before the book was confiscated.

“Thanks Poppy” Sebastian said unenthusiastically, his leg beginning to bounce.

“Had you forgotten the trial is tomorrow?” Ominis asked noticing his shift in behaviour

“Not forgotten. Just ignoring” Sebastian replied placing a hand over his knee to calm and monitor his anxiety.

“Oh I’m sorry, Seb. You’ll be fine. Damn it, if I could’ve kept that book I could have eased some of your worrying.”

“Well don’t look at me. Scribner is the only member of faculty who appears to be immune to my…threats” Ominis started when he heard the telltale skip of Evelyns feet, dancing down the stairs to the library “Although here comes someone who might be able to help”

Garreth came bursting into the library with Anne neatly tucked under his arm. And Eve following behind.

“Doesn’t she look stunning!” Garreth twirled Anne around showcasing her completely red attire. Red checked skirt, matching waistcoat, bright red tie and, to top it all off, Gryffindor robes.

“What have you done to my sister?” Sebastian chuckled

“Well there’s wasn’t much room for improvement, she is basically already perfect” Anne flushed crimson. Her cheeks matching her tie perfectly, as Garreth pulled out a chair for her, joining them all at the large table “…but I think i’ve made her better”

“It’s true, Seb” Anne said “I think I was made for Gryffindor”

“Our parents would be so disappointed” The Sallows laughed

Over the next hour, they came up with a cunning and devious plan to get that book back.

It boiled down to this:

- Break into the Restricted Section.

- Retrieve the book using Eves old field guide. The old book had an incredibly powerful charm placed in it, and no matter how oddly specific a request, it always knew exactly where she wanted to go. She just needed to think of it.

- Leave the Restricted Section.

Simple!

They all knew Sebastian couldn’t be involved. He said himself, he couldn’t risk a detention and get kicked from the tournament. And Scribner kept too close an eye on him for him to be a viable option.

And Eve had to go because of her field guide.

So Sebastian agreed to be a distraction knowing that so long as he kept within Scribners sights, she would let her guard down.

“I don’t think she should go alone though” Garreth whispered with concern “someone has to have her back, but I’ve never been down there. I’d be useless”

“Nor have I. And I think Scribner will be watching me as well, considering it’s my book” Poppy said bitterly

“And since I’ve been cursed I’m not the most delicate on my feet” Anne looked towards Ominis “You’ve been down there before right? With Sebastian?” All eyes shot towards him. He felt them burn into him as they stared.

“Yes” he sighed “I’ve been alone too. I know it quite well”

“That settles if. Eve and Ominis stealth mission to the Restricted Section…in broad daylight” Sebastian confidence waned as he continued “This is such a bad idea”

It was unfair how pretty the Restricted Section was. The books remained immaculately stacked and organised, and the many oddities that littered the area always caught Eves’ attention.

It felt as though a silencing charm was placed over the chain fence, because the moment you passed its threshold a peaceful quiet fell over you. Just the gently tinkle of chains from some of the more rowdy books.

Ominis strode confidently down the stairs to the second level, waiting patiently at the bottom for Eve. His hand extended out to her, guiding her down the last few steps.

“Do I want to know why you have a copy of the key for this place?” Eve said taking his hand and activating the charm on her Field Guide. The tiny glowing spark jumped from the pages and lead deeper into the Restricted Section, chirping lightly as it went.

“When I said Sebastian doesn’t need help getting himself into trouble, I didn’t mean that he should stop. Just that he should be more careful. I’ve had this key since second year. He just never asked.” Ominis smirked, allowing himself to be lead by her.

They continued on further, until they found the confiscated book. Scribner had already sorted it into its allocated section, so with any luck, she would never find out.

With the book tucked safely under Eves arm, they made their way back up to the surface.

“Wait…” Ominis whispered “Someone is coming” he turned to look up the steps before a look of dawning horror fell on his features.

Before she knew it, he’d grabbed her arm and pulled her under the stairs leading top side. Bundled up the corner, he pressed his arms either side of her to shield her.

“What’s happe-ooomh” she whispered before being silenced by Ominis.

His hand wrapped lightly around her mouth, pressing her into the wall behind. He brought his free hand up to point to the culprit.

Peeves.

The poltergeist was floating in and out of stacks of books, through the shelves and cabinets causing papers to fly everywhere. After the first bookcase toppled, Peeves became a whirlwind of parchment, wreaking havoc weaving through the corridors.

No doubt Scribner heard that.

Her stompy little feet rang through their ears in their cover under the stairs. Ominis pressed himself further into Eve, his hand still firmly around her mouth.

Her lips pressed against his palm was an extremely unwelcome distraction. Every little breath that escaped her caused a flare to shoot down his arm. It made it incredibly difficult to concentrate on the sounds of Peeves and the Librarian.

“Peeves!! Anywhere but here please. This will take so long to organise again” Scribners voice sounded distant.

“Papers papers everywhere;

Here in the Library, Peeves does not care;

Chaos and Clutter, ‘round every nook;

Good luck finding what I took”

“Nows our chance, they’re below us” Ominis whispered, hurling Evelyn by the shoulders out of their hiding spot. He ushered her forward first, racing up the stairs back to safety

They walked casually back to their table, placing the book triumphantly down, only slightly out of breathe

“Amazing! Well Done you two” Poppy beamed

“Excellent” Sebastian sighed as though he wasn’t holding out hope that they’d find it, but was grateful they had “Oh that reminds me, Garreth. I found something in the Restricted Section for you. It’s some Potions book.” he shoved a dusty tome towards the redhead.

”I thought you were trying to not get kicked out of the completion”

”Do you want me to completely change my personality overnight?”

After the excitement of the Library, everyone separated to dwell on more calming things.

Garreth sent Anne off, helping her with her bags of clothing. More than she would ever need.

Poppy went to find Amit for their weekly Sunday Astronomy Session. They lovingly referred to it as ‘SAS’ causing a disgusted groan from everyone present.

Sebastian had gone to bed early, Imelda too. They were both clearly worried for the trial tomorrow but putting on a brave face for the other.

Ominis was, as usual, reading in the window of the common room. The Tri wizard book floated delicately in front of him, as his wand silently dictated the words for him. An enchanted quill worked over time on the tiny table next to him, jotting down anything Ominis deemed valuable.

“No rest for the wicked” Evelyn said climbing onto the arm of his chair. She leaned forward, briefly reading some of the passages. The words ‘Fatally’, ‘Death’ and ‘Perish’ seemed to jump from the page.

“Seems that way” he said, rather chipper

“You’re not worried for tomorrow?” She asked continuing her own study of the pages

“Not at all. From what I’ve gathered the first trial is almost always a fight of some sort. A test of your combative skills. And as we know…”

“Sebastian never backs down from a fight…”

“Exactly” he smirked “I’m on to the second trial now but it seems to be heavily influenced by the first…so I guess well see”

Evelyn just hummed. She was busy reading a table of previous adversaries. Dragons, Graphorns, Werewolves and one rather lethal year, a basilisk. She leant further around to read the other side and Ominis began to stutter.

“Your hair is in my face” he chuckled

“Sorry” she mumbled, transfixed by the description of events gone by.

Rather unexpectedly, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap. She turned to him, his face just inches away.

“Just because I’m blind doesn’t mean you can stick your face in front of the book I’m reading” he smiled, wonkily.

“I-Sorry I’ll leave you to your research” she scrambled in his lap to get off, a vice like grip on her hip prevented her from doing so.

“Stay with me” he whispered “I…I would like the company”

“Of course” she smiled settling back into his chest and reading along with him

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Stories To Be Told: PART 17

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

a/n: i have an addiction to writing eris as a high lord, and writing helion as just a maniac trying to get illyrians into bed. im just accepting it at this point. its so much fun to write LMAO

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Eventually, after healing, I cut that ribbon with barely even half my strength; easily slicing it in half with my blade. I was officially a Valkyrie. And it was time to show off that new title with my sisters, to the High Lords of Day and Autumn. Helion, who I distinctly remember meeting before in an old war, and Eris, a known terror. Was I excited? Not in the slightest. Was I going to go there to support my sisters and show off the Valkyrie training? Yes. I was.

I was dressed in my leathers, sword strapped on and some of my more obvious daggers glinting in the morning light. Nesta was beside me, fitting on her own daggers. Emerie and Gywn were conversing off to the side. Now we all were waiting for the others who actually were important and not just getting shown off as weapons of the Night Court.

Rhys was the first to appear with Feyre in his arms, both of them dressed impeccably well. Cassian and Azriel were next, dressed in a bit more finery than usual. They at least looked like they had cared about their appearance more, but their clothing wasn’t too off what they usually wore. Still movable, when it came to a fight.

Mor was dressed incredibly as well, wearing red that went perfect with her hair and skin tone. Amren was dressed in black, but I tried to stay out of her way when she arrived. She didn’t seem to be fond of me at the original dinner, and I’d rather not mess with the female that spoke pure danger to my instincts.

I stretched out my wings a little, letting the shadows spread with them and curl up around the talon at the apex. I’d been getting a lot more comfortable with them. The “shadow-block” as I liked to call it, the one that Azriel taught me, worked impossibly well. And while sometimes it was unnerving to have them so near, or even visible, it also made me feel more like… me. I was more of myself with these little swirls of darkness curling around my shoulders, wreathing my neck like a dark, feathery scarf.

“Everyone ready?” Rhys called, his own wings hidden now.

Nods and a few calls to say we all were.

Azriel came over to me, holding out a hand. “I’ll winnow you there,” he explained.

I took his hand without an issue. Azriel also took Cassian’s hand in his.

We all disappeared in a quick flash of black and appeared in possibly the brightest, most day inspired, fancy hallway of all time. Even the House of Wind wasn’t this bad. Sun symbols covered almost every surface, even the windows were modeled after its shape. The colors were bright, yellow, pale skin, orange and some deep red all accentuating the size and beauty of what could only be described as a palace. And while the Night Court’s beauty could not be rivaled… this came pretty damn close.

A fairly dark skinned female was waiting by the exit of the corridor, dressed in a pale cream silk bikini top and skirt that flowed down all the way to the floor.

“Good morning, High Lord,” she greeted Rhys. “And High Lady. Helion and Eris are waiting in the meeting room if you would like me to bring you there?”

Rhys smiled easily as I settled in behind Nesta, just off to her right. The Valkyries walked in a diamond, Nesta at the front, the two Illyrians in the middle and Gwyn behind us. Her copper-red hair fit perfectly amongst all the creams and yellows. And Nesta? Nesta looked right at home, despite her always looking better amongst the darkness. Emerie looked a bit out of place, but with now a total of four Illyrians here, she could easily blend in.

Our group followed behind the female. Rhys and Feyre taking the front, naturally. The two male Illyrians took a guarding position only a step behind them. Mor happily just bounded along after us all.

I recognized Helion immediately. The High lord of Day stood, smiling wide as he took us all in. “Rhysand!” He called. “You’re a bit late, huh?”

“Ah, a bit, old friend, but I did bring some new friends along to make up for it,” Rhys gestured toward us, stepping off to the side slightly. “The Valkyries, reborn.”

Helion focused on us, dragging his gaze over us all carefully. His eyes lingered on me, looking… confused. “Have I seen you before?” The High Lord asked, narrowing his eyes. “You just seem… familiar.”

I pursed my lips. “I believe we did,” I answered. “The Winter-Spring war? I believe it had something to do with you inviting me to bed, and then me slapping you. Or am I remembering wrong?”

Helion burst out laughing, throwing his head back.

Azriel side-stepped closer to me. Too subtle for anyone to notice, except me, with my damn shadows marking everyone’s movements. No matter how small. I tried to block out their whispers.

“I do remember! Yes, yes!” Helion exclaimed after he’d regained some control of himself. “That was the most memorable time of that century.”

Everyone around me shot me a confused look. I shrugged, turning my gaze back on Helion. “I slapped you, and then all your guards jumped me and you were just cackling,” I recalled. “Why in the world did you think I was going to join you in bed?”

“I had to try,” Helion insisted. “All Illyrians are somehow impossibly stunning.”

Azriel walked to my side, standing shoulder to shoulder. I pulled in my wings tighter, glancing at him. I didn’t let the surprise show on my face, but it almost seemed like he was being… protective. Which, considering what happened just a week ago, makes complete sense. But it also almost seemed possessive, the way he was standing, and the way he almost glared Helion down.

“Right,” Helion clapped. He turned to Nesta, speaking to her.

I bumped Azriel with my shoulder, lifting a brow in his direction. “What’s with the glare?” I asked quietly.

The male didn’t reply, but I saw his jaw tighten considerably, and that thread yanked. I narrowed my eyes but turned back, just as the High Lord of Autumn came into view. Eris Vanserra. Good riddance to Beron. Rumor has it this male was the one to kill him, which made him extremely powerful, but I’d heard little rumors running around that he was a good leader.

I felt slightly out of place with my leathers amongst all this finery, but didn’t let anything show.

“Someone get more chairs for wings!” Helion called over to a couple Day-Court-dressed individuals, who immediately rushed off.

“Wait a second,” Eris hummed, walking past Cassian, who he was conversing with slightly. I noted the way Cassian had to hold back a snarl at the male. The High Lord of Autumn was heading directly for me. I stood taller, angling my wings forward. Azriel took a step in front of me.

I rolled my eyes, and gently pushed him out of the way with my foot to his calf.

“You…” Eris hummed. “Have shadows. Like that bat.” He gestured to Azriel.

I smirked a little. “Yes, I do,” I responded smoothly, casually lifting up my hand to my neck to curl a few shadows around my fingers.

“Rhysand, you found another shadowsinger?” Eris called over his shoulder. I rolled my eyes.

Rhys came wandering over, standing just a half-inch shorter than the High Lord of Autumn. “Y/N found us, Eris. Don’t patronize her. Nesta and the other Valkyries have claimed her as a sister.”

“That is quite the threat,” Eris hummed, eying me. Azriel took his previous position back, one step in front of me, blocking half my body from Eris’s view. “And it seems your oversized bat also has protective tendencies. But little Azriel has yet to understand I am merely being curious and courteous.”

I cocked a brow. Courteous? That was a lie.

Eris shoved his hand out, ignoring the low growl emanating from Azriel. “Eris Vanserra, though I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

I shook the male’s hand, pulling it back as soon as I was able to. His grip had been too warm. “Y/N,” I responded. “Valkyrie, and last protègèe of the Raven.”

That seemed to garner some attention. Helion popped out of completely nowhere. “The Raven?” He repeated.

“Yes.”

“That old witch is still around?” Eris asked. “She was that raven shifter from the War, right?”

“She has passed,” I replied. Azriel nudged his foot against mine, stopping me from dissociating to the memory again. “And yes, she was. The greatest female warrior on that battlefield.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss,” Helion hummed.

I nodded, swallowing.

Luckily, Rhysand pulled everyone’s attention away. “Alright, stop interrogating my new friends. And let’s start this meeting, seeing as I’m already late.” Immediately, everyone moved to sit down. Nesta caught my forearm, pausing me from going to sit. I turned back. Azriel lingered only for a moment before moving to take a seat beside Cassian. The farthest from Eris, I noted.

“What the hell is Azriel on?” Nesta whispered, leaning in to whisper it in my ear.

“What do you mean?” I replied, equally as quiet.

“Don’t act dumb,” she scolded. “He’s being… protective. Possessive, even.”

I paused in my answer, opening my jaw only to close it a moment later. That night didn’t need to be shared with anyone. “Don’t worry about it, Nes, nothing’s wrong.”

She sighed. “Alright, I’m going to trust you on that. But seriously, Azriel is acting weird. And he’s even glaring at me right now.”

I turned my head, seeing Azriel shooting glances in our direction. He met my eyes, lifting a brow as if prompting me. What are you talking about? He seemed to ask.

I tilted my head. Nothing.

“Go sit with him,” Nesta advised, pulling my attention back to her. “Lest he choke someone to death like he did with Mor at that stupid High Lord meeting.”

I lifted a brow, but brushed my hand against hers in a silent see you later, and walked toward Azriel, sliding into the chair beside him.

“Refreshments?” Helion offered everyone, holding his own glass of wine.

I took the opportunity to glance at everyone else in the room. Helion was alone besides his guards scattered out in the area. Eris was sitting with some other auburn haired males, who all looked extremely similar to the High Lord himself and Lucien. Though Lucien had darker skin, I recalled.

A glass of wine was offered to me and I took it, dipping my head in a swift thank you to the servant handing it to me. I sipped a little.

The meeting, it seemed, was a way of keeping the courts close, and just sharing meager information on how everyone was handling conflict, and sometimes offering recommendations. I noticed Rhysand, the most experienced High Lord there (or really, just the one being on the throne the longest apparently), offered the most advice. Eris did not like the advice, but Helion seemed to consider it every time. Two different sides of a coin, I supposed.

“So, Rhysand,” Eris drawled. “Did you really just bring your Valkyries here to sit there and look pretty all day, or did you bring them here for a reason?”

Nesta shot up in her seat, glaring Eris down. I sat up a bit more, eying Eris. If he could get Nesta this riled up, I’d need to be careful. Or at least be ready to jump in and save Eris before my sister in arms ripped him apart.

“If you’d want a demonstration, then talk to them, not me,” Rhys answered. “They choose where to show off their skills.”

Eris turned his gaze towards me, smirking. “Very well. Last protègèe of the Raven, how about we all wander to Helion’s training areas?”

I looked to Nesta, who looked entirely happy to just ignore him. I glanced back to the High Lord of Autumn and merely responded, “Very well Eris, I’ll entertain you.”

Azriel beside me tensed.

Eris stood, and motioned toward a hallway. Everyone else soon followed him out the door, and into an area similar to what was on the plateau of the House of Wind, but considerably smaller.

Nesta brushed her arm against mine and I glanced back. Her gaze seemed to say Give him a hell of a show, before I rip his face off.

“Show that asshole a mere fraction,” Cassian said to me.

I got the sense that most people here did not like Eris in the slightest, and that opinion was easily growing to be mine with the way he was speaking.

I flexed my wings, stepping into the fighting ring and turning back to the others. “Since you’re so interested in my skills, Eris,” I regarded. “You can choose what you want to see.”

Eris had a small smirk trailing onto his face. “How about you show us all a little bit of the sword techniques you’ve learned.”

I saw Azriel’s hands tighten into a fist to the left of me, but I merely ignored his obvious state of frustration, and unsheathed my sword.

I didn’t show any of the Illyrian techniques I’d learned. I merely did a couple high kicks, and threw out my sword in a few ways that looked interesting to the eye. When I finished, I took a deep breath, spreading out my wings to stretch them as I turned around.

A few dips of heads, showing respect for my skill, and a few silent claps. Azriel smirked when I met his eyes and I merely rolled my own before walking back over toward him, sheathing my sword in the process.

“Good job,” he whispered.

I tried not to preen under the sudden praise. I didn’t know why it meant so much coming from him, but the fact he thought I’d done good work did something. That damned thread pulled again, but the other side remained dark, unseen. As if covered in shadows.

“So, what are you doing for Nynsar, Rhys?” Helion asked. “Or- I guess you call it Starry something?”

“Starfall,” Feyre corrected. “We’re watching the night, as usual.”

“I’ve never seen it,” Helion hummed. “It’s just some shower of stars, right?”

Rhys scoffed. “Helion, it is the spirits of thousands upon thousands flowing right over our heads. Bright colors, dancing, music, celebration. One night a year.”

Eris spoke up, “I think I prefer Nynsar.”

“Of course you would,” Cassian practically growled.

“Having an issue, brute?”

“With you? Always.”

“Perhaps you should solve it then.”

“Solving it means attacking you right here, and I’d rather avoid hurting your weak pride, lest you-”

Eris snarled, and fire erupted from his closed fists.

I tensed, siphons flaring to life. I saw the others do the same, and Rhys locked a shield around him and Feyre. Mor raised her own, and I left Azriel’s side to stand near the rest of the Valkyries. They didn’t have shields.

“Eris, would you not?” Helion growled. “It took a month to clean up from your last outburst.”

I locked my siphon shield into place around my sisters when Eris snarled at another thing Cassian said. Fucking children, I thought.

“Cassian, let’s go home,” Rhys said calmly.

“Oh yeah, call your dog home!” Eris yelled.

I rolled my eyes. High Lords and males in general were just children in disguise, I decided.

“Helion, thank you for having us, but we must bid our leave. Mor, get Cassian before he hurts Eris and starts a war.”

I reached out a hand to my sisters, keeping my shield up.

A few seconds later, and we were back at the River House, seeing as I couldn’t very well fly three people through the wards at the House of Wind.

Everyone else soon followed.

Azriel immediately moved to my side. “Are you alright?” He demanded.

I lifted a brow, slightly confused. “I’m fine Azriel.”

He seemed to sag in relief, jaw relaxing and his hands flexing out from the fists he’d kept them in.

Emerie patted my shoulder, silently saying goodbye as she and the rest of my sisters walked off.

“Are you alright?” I countered.

“Yes,” he answered. “Eris always gets on everyone’s nerves. More so since he’s become High Lord.”

“I can see that,” I hummed, chuckling a little bit. It was a bit amusing to see what made everyone tick sometimes. “At least nobody insulted Starfall or anything. Otherwise I think that might’ve ended up a lot differently.”

“Do you plan to do anything for Starfall?” He asked suddenly.

“Nothing special. I’m just going shopping with my sisters and Mor tomorrow, why?”

“No reason,” he answered bluffly. “See you later then, angel?”

I was still confused. “Care to explain the angel thing before you leave?” I asked.

“Do you not like it?”

“I don’t mind it- it's just… confusing. Like, why angel?”

“It reminded me of you,” Azriel hummed, and then turned to take off.

The thread pulled again as he leaped into the air. The little thread in my chest was really starting to be a bother at this point, not knowing where it was pulling me, what it was or even the purpose of the damned little string.

This damned world was getting really confusing, I decided.

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Good morning! I would like to ask for 5. defending them in front of others from the trust prompt list with Vaxleth. Is that okay? :D

~ TRUST-BUILDING ~ FOUND FAMILY PROMPTS

i finally got it!! and yes, i did take inspiration from season 1 of the west wing with the bar and zoe's panic button

“Come on, little gingersnap. Come play with us.”

The sun had set hours ago, and as certain as it was for the moons to rise with the stars it was just as certain for the rowdy crew of Vox Machina to be in a tavern. It had been a stressful couple of weeks with the Whitestone revolution, defeating the Briarwoods, and getting a freaking demon out of Percy, so the team certainly deserved the respite.

Keyleth had gone up to get the group another round when she was approached by two half-orcs, both with dark green skin and lower fangs that curled over their lips. They both wore weathered leather vests adorned with studs at the shoulders, and they leaned on the bar in an attempt to close Keyleth in.

Vax noticed immediately, and it only took a moment longer for Vex to as well. Vax stood from his seat, but Vex raised a hand to pause.

“Give her a moment.”

Keyleth, with each hand curled through three stein handles, looked over these two guys and gave a polite smile.

“Sorry, guys. My group’s over there and they’re waiting.” She raised the glasses, offered the smile again, and tried to slip between them. As she arched her back in an attempt to not touch them, one of them extended their arm and blocked her path while the other slapped a hand against her ass, causing her to stumble forward, ale sloshing over the rims of the steins and the blocking arm.

Now Vex stood, gave a nod to her brother, and the two made their way over.

“Who are these idiots?” Vex approached first, with all her confidence and swagger in the swing of her hips.

The two turned around, chuckling at the sight of Vex and Vax coming forward, towering over the twins.

“We’re the idiots? She just spilled her ale all over me. I deserve an apology.”

“Keyleth,” Vax looked over his sister and past the two half-orcs as if they weren’t even there. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” she said, though her voice was clearly strained. “I’ve got your ale.”

“Fuck the ale,” he murrmured.

Keyleth, cheeks flushed–though more in annoyance than embarrassment–tried once again to get past them, but this time the one to her right used his extended arm to pull her against his chest, knocking all the ale down her front.

“Hey!” The twins jumped forward, Vax immediately stabbing a dagger into the guy’s arm, using it as a handle to pull his arm off of Keyleth.

Vex went to grab Keyleth’s hand as the half-orc howled, but Keyleth pulled away. With a flash, her hands were engulfed in flames and she pressed them against the two idiots’ faces. The smell of burning flesh quickly joined the smell of ale, and now both offenders were screaming.

“I am so not drunk enough for this.” Happy with her work and their screams, Keyleth took Vex’s hand who quickly pulled her away. Vax followed swiftly after them, his back to his girls until the half-orcs ran out of the bar, off to find some sort of salve for their new injuries. His dagger magically jumped into his hand, now sticky with blood and ale; right now, that didn’t matter. With the threat neutralized, he turned toward Keyleth and Vex; the rest of Vox Machina were huddling to the table too.

“What the fuck happened?” Percy came over, standing behind Vex but was quick to take off his jacket and place it on the now soaking wet Keyleth.

“Are you alright? Does anyone need anything healed?” Pike climbed up onto the bench, her brows furrowed into a hard line.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Keyleth tried her best to reassure her friends, but the way her voice wavered and her eyes never lifted from the table did not help her sell the lie.

“Where’d they go? Grog and I can go kick their fucking faces in.” “Don’t worry,” Vex said, “Keyleth did their faces plenty of damage already.”

Vax came over and stood behind her, hands running down the ends of her hair to land on her shoulders over Percy’s jacket. He spoke softly, just enough so she could hear.

“Let’s get out of here. I’ll draw you a bath back at the Keep.”

She nodded and stood, the group fanning out to give her space to move.

“We’re going to head home,” Vax informed them, offering her a hand, which she happily took. Her skin was sticky and cold, and he pulled her into his side. “We’ll see you there.”

“I’ll put your coat on your bed, Percy,” she said, and Percy was quick to offer a thumbs up, sitting down next to Vex.

“We’ll be home soon.” Vex made sure to make eye contact with her brother, and he nodded. It was sweet how the group wanted to rally for Keyleth, go find the half-orcs and turn them into mince meat, but she swayed them away with more ale.

“Thanks for coming to rescue me,” Keyleth said as her and Vax walked through the quiet streets of Emon, Percy’s jacket pulled across her body.

“Oh, we were there just in case. You handled those morons with grace.”

That made Keyleth smile. Good.

“Still. Thank you.”

He squeezed her hand. “Anything for you.”

#ravendruid #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #critical role #critical role fic #tlovm fic #my fic #tlovm #cr ask

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Braided love - SasuHina Month Day 8

I almost did elves but went with fey in the end though it doesn’t dive into their lore much. It was also inspired by a tattoo artist sing dad au with Sasuke and Sarada.

Day 8 | Día 8

“Playing with hair” | “Jugando con el cabello”

“Talk to me.” | “Háblame”

Sarada ran through the halls of the castle, looking for Hinata. The human was usually exploring the large castle when she wasn’t in the library. She had done well in her spell classes and she wanted to show her favourite person what she learned. But she wasn’t in any of the usual spots she’d usually find her. She spotted orange hair and darted towards it.

“Jugo!” Orange eyes turned to her, softening slightly at the sight of her. He easily scooped her up, handing the papers in his hand to the councilman and guards he’d been speaking with.

“What can I do for you Princess?”

“Where’s Hinata?”

“Shouldn’t you be in lessons?” he asked instead.

Pouting, Sarada whined. “Where is she? Are they hiding her from me again?”

She didn’t get why some people didn’t trust Hinata. The human woman saved her, became exiled from her village to do so. Sarada had left with her father to go exploring the woods of their kingdom but while he was distracted, she’d gotten off the path and ended up in a human village. Once they noticed her long hair, pointed ears and unusual beauty, they had figured out she was faey. And since she was a child, the men of the village got the idea to capture her.

Her magic wasn’t skilled but she was known to have an effect when she was stressed. Snakes were her favourite after the animals of her father. While the snakes attacked, she ran and crashed into Hinata. The woman squashed her, taking her apron off and using it to hide her as she picked her up and ran. She was at the edge of the forest when members of the village found her, ready to kill her when her father showed up. Most of the mob didn’t survive and they threw Hinata out in retaliation, to which their home was opened to her.

Which Sarada liked just fine. Hinata was nice, but when she arrived at her father’s invitation, all the servants and staff tried to keep them apart, like they forgot she gave up her life to save her. Thankfully her father stopped that when she complained.

“Sarada,” Jugo started, but she didn’t want to hear it.

“Where is she?” she snapped.

“Sarada.” a stern voice spoke, her father appearing just suddenly as he always did, pulling off his purple cloak and handing it to a servant. Jugo placed her on her feet and she stared up at her father. “Jugo doesn’t deserve to be yelled at like that. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find Hinata and Jugo won’t tell me where she is.”

Her father sighed. “She wasn’t feeling well this morning, she’s resting in her room. If you apologize to Jugo, I’ll take you to see her.”

Immediately turning to her father’s warrior. “I’m sorry Jugo. I shouldn't have been rude.”

“It’s fine Princess. I didn’t want to worry you. Tell Lady Hinata I say hello.”

Done with her words, she grabbed her father’s hand and let him lead her to Hinata’s rooms, in the same wing as her and her father’s room. The door was covered in sunflower stalks, the yellow heads moving with the sun that fell through the skylights. Sarada pulled from her father and pushed the door open, rushing in. the room was sparsely decorated much like her father’s, the bed in the middle of the room. The front half of the curtains were untied, blocking most of the light from Hinata, who was curled up under the light covers. Her face was slightly red and her hair was stuck to her face.

“Is she ok?”

“She has a fever. She was caught in the downpour last night.”

Sarada had vague memories of her father coming to wish her goodnight, the braids in his hair untangling from the water he was weighed down in.

“Can I wake her?”

“Sarada.” he scolded but was interrupted by a soft voice.

“It’s ok.”

Hinata pushed herself up, smiling down at her. It was all the words she needed, darting over and climbing onto the bed, letting Hinata tug her away from the edge, but her father sat behind her.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m just a little sick. You’ve never been sick, have you?”

“Well, I once ate a whole bowl of sugar berries.” she admitted. “My stomach hurt for a while.”

“Maybe because you shouldn’t be eating that much like I said.” her father scolded.

She pouted when Hinata gestured for her to get closer. “I once got sick eating a whole pan of cinnamon rolls. My father was furious but my mother thought it was pretty impressive.”

“Don’t encourage her.” her father said, turning his scolding to Hinata, who only giggled.

“Hinata, I learned how to make flowers! Look!” with attention back on her, she focused her magic like her teacher told her to. From the palm of her hand, a daisy grew, smaller ones following until she had a small bouquet. “See?”

“That’s amazing! They’re very pretty.”

“Here you go!” she handed them to Hinata, who gently took them before patting her on the head.

“You’re so sweet. Thank Sarada. They make me feel better already.”

Giddy, she tugged on one of the braids in her hair. “You should put them in your hair to keep them close, like you do with me.”

“Can you braid my hair then?”

Sarada pouted. She could do small ones, like the ones she’d put in her father’s hair but she wasn’t good enough to do big ones and Hinata had a lot more hair than her and her dad.

“Can you do it?” turning to her father, pouting. She watched him sigh, moving her to sit in front of Hinata so he could sit behind her without any worry of her falling off the bed. Watching her father tug the piece of leather out of Hinata’s hair, she chattered to the human about her lessons, what she couldn’t wait to do, what the two could do once Hinata was feeling better. She noticed her dad would brush Hinata’s cheek as he gathered strands to twist, first into two smaller separate braids then all together into a bigger one. He took the daisies from her and placed them near the top of the braid, dragging the finished product over her shoulder so she could see.

“It looks beautiful. thank you, your majesty.”

She watched her father smile at Hinata before she tugged on Hinata’s hand for attention again. They stayed there until Hinata started to bob her head. Sarada was so busy telling a story, she didn’t notice until she saw Hinata resting her head on her father’s shoulder. He was twirling the free hair under the leather strap with his finger. When he noticed she was looking at them, he put a finger to his lips to keep her quite as he slid Hinata off his shoulder and onto the pillow.

Amongst fey, braiding hair was sacred and important. To let another touch your hair meant you were vulnerable to them. Braids braided by another meant love. To continue touching hair after a braid meant something deeper. She’d seen couples during balls tugging at their lover’s braids. She’d braid her own father’s hair, him doing the same for her but she’d only ever seen him play with hair like that on Hinata.

She wondered when he’d tell her just how much Hinata meant to him. If it meant she’d stay forever, she didn’t care. She wanted them happy.

#sasuhina month #sasuhinamonth2023 #faey sasuke #faey sarada #human hinata #hinted hidden relationship or affections

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aidan-hartwood · 1 year ago

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Aidan's Birthday

The bright light of the sun cascaded across the room, right onto the bed where Aidan laid sleeping beside Vilthea. A groan came from him as he stirred, grimacing as his head turned to face the window. Lifting a hand he tried to block the pesky rays of sun that blinded him before giving up and bringing both hands up to rub his face and run through his hair.

He took a deep breath and exhaled as he looked up at the ceiling, "Today's the day. One year older..." Aidan spoke quietly to himself before sitting up to move only to stop when he noticed a slight squeeze along his leg. His brow furrowed as he lifted the sheets to see Vilthea's tail wrapped around his the length of his leg. His gaze shifted from her tail up to where she laid thinking she was awake and teasing him only to find her fast asleep, her wing wrapped around her providing her a natural shield from the sun. Letting out a sigh Aidan began to gently unwind her tail from his leg, and once free slipped from the bed.

Aidan stood and stretched loosening up a bit as he made his way over to the mirror, there he stared at his visage for a moment, "Where have the years gone? It feels like only yesterday I was just a young man working on the farm back home.." He spoke to himself quietly, his hand coming up to run through his hair as he examined it before chuckling, "At least I don't have any grey hairs yet."

Moving to the side table in the room he poured himself some much needed water to quench his thirst before heading over to the window and gazing out over the Boralus Harbor. Aidan watched the ships in the harbor, the dockworkers, and other early morning risers while he thought to himself. Thinking about his parents, and how while he was in Boralus he should find time to go see them especially with Pilgrim's Bounty coming up. A sense of guilt coming over him for not visiting them during Hallow's End like he wanted, but an odd job came up that paid well and he desperately needed the gold.

Aidan let out another sigh thinking about the current job he had taken, it felt.. below him. Being a bodyguard for a less than reputable party thrower who wanted him to use his demons as guards was slightly insulting. "What a way to spend your birthday, Aidan." He whispered to himself before taking a sip of his water.

#ic #Odd Jobs #Aidan's Birthday

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valleynix · 2 years ago

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Aaahhh that Cassandra angst au hurt…. I love it 😈😈I love your writing so much! Feel free to ignore this if it isn’t your style but how do you think the dimitrescus would react to reader dying in their arms? Like Miranda finally had no use for them and just killed them

god, y'all just love hurting me-

Alcina

She doesn't quite know what happened.

It was a normal morning, and one she was glad to finally have with you. Everything had been so hectic lately, between researching your abilities, handling those idiots in her territory, finding gifts for her daughters...

She supposes she should have seen it coming. After all, she always knew you wouldn't stay around half as long as she'd like you to.

You'd spoken to her about your days, informed her you hadn't had many nightmares of late as you walked the grounds with her. The mist around the castle slowly rose back into the sky as you chatted with her, and she thought the morning sun made your eyes glow beautifully.

She hasn't been the best partner to you, she knows, but she takes this as her sign to try.

She bends as you stand on your tiptoes, allowing her to kiss you softly before walking to return to the castle. She expects you to follow behind her, as you always do, but she does not expect to hear the voice of her as she moves to open a side door.

"Love is such a terrifying thing, isn't it? I never thought you would allow me to see your weakness, Alcina."

She knows it's over before it even began. When she turns to face the voice, she sees Miranda - the leader she had once trusted with everything - standing beside you, clawed hand gripping the back of your neck.

Truthfully, she wouldn't even be worried about the action were it not for the blood dripping from some wound on your neck she's unable to see. The lifeless look in your eyes is what settles it for her, and she wonders how it had happened so swiftly.

Alcina tries to go after Miranda, but her leader merely cackles as her form is overtaken by a flock of large, black birds. Your knees give out beneath your weight the moment she gets to you, and you're nothing more than a ragdoll as you collapse into her arms.

She tries to call for her daughters as the light leaves your eyes and your blood stains her clothing. She tries to get you to speak to her, tries to get you to breathe, but the ashy look that's starting to appear on your skin tells her all she needs to know.

She was always aware she would lose you one day, well before your time would ever come, but she didn't know this was how you'd go out. Still, she tries to save you, kneeling in the snow as she holds you close to her chest, even as your heart slows until she can no longer hear it.

By the time any of her daughters make it to where she is outside, the sun blinds her, and she desperately tries to cling to what's left of your crystallized ashes.

Bela

Truth be told, she's not entirely sure what's happened.

She knew you had wings, and therefore, you'd most likely have some sort of mutation. Even as she dodges your claws and the wings beating behind you, she doesn't think you're beyond saving. Her sickle may be in her hand, but she has no intention to actually use it against you.

You launch yourself at her after pushing your body away from the opposite wall, and she becomes a swarm to dodge your attack effortlessly, buzzing filling her ears as she materializes somewhere nearby.

She expects you to already try attacking her again, but when she turns her body, you're just... standing there. It takes her only a moment and lots of blinking to see there's something else sticking out of the side of your head, mostly blocked by your wings idly twitching and swaying.

A moldy tendril leaves your head and falls back into the floor as you stumble forward, eyes blank and emotionless as they stare at some fixed point on the ground. She doesn't understand what's happening, doesn't know if this is just something unique to your mutation-

The single word you speak - her name - slurs as it leaves your lips, and she stiffens as her bugs buzz angrily around her form. You take another step forward, arms hanging loosely at your sides, and then you fall.

She bursts toward you when she sees the blood leaking from the hole in your head, and though she's seen worse over her years, the sight almost makes her throw up her breakfast.

She catches you before your knees crack against the wood, your body merely dead weight against her. Your head lolls against her shoulder as she lowers herself to the ground, arms tight around you, sickle lost somewhere behind her.

She may not know what's happened, but she knows a dying person when she sees one.

"Little one?" she mumbles, leaning back to set you gently on the floor.

She watches as the blood from your wound spills out around your head, as your eyes become dull and lifeless. Her dead heart twists painfully in her chest as her gloved hands cup your face and panic settles in her bones.

She doesn't-

What-

It all happened so quick, and she doesn't understand-

You don't move to her touches, you don't even react to her gently calling for you and asking you to get up. You know she detests disobedience, so why are you-

When you start to crumble between her hands, she sobs.

She never quite realized she would lose you so soon after gaining you, though she knows any time spent with you would never be enough.

Perhaps this is what she deserves for her sins over the years.

She wanted to help you, maybe even try to save you, but she wonders if she is only capable of destruction.

She stays with you until you're nothing more than crystallized ash between her hands. Even then, she does not leave your side, only relenting when Cassandra finds her sitting amongst what little remains of your presence in her home.

Cassandra

She tried, you know.

She never quite understood what you asked of her, but she always knew that if it came to it, she would grant you that small mercy. It was the least you deserved for the life you hadn't even wanted.

She believes she finds a loophole to your predicament, though. You were somewhere behind her while she battled your copy out in the snow, snarling and snapping her teeth as they cackled at her attempts to catch them.

She does, eventually. They try to get away after she's sliced through their moldy hands, but she's had enough and uses her swarm to get to them faster. Her sickle whistles through the air, and it catches their neck, slicing straight through it and severing their life force.

She did it.

You're safe.

She takes a few deep breaths and turns to where she knows you're still standing as your copy crumples to the ground, their head rolling a bit away from the rest of their body. Their skin becomes ash, and that is when she knows she's saved you.

And yet, when she turns to tell you the good news, to, perhaps, embrace you, she finds you standing as though you were merely a statue. Your spine is stiff and your eyes are focused on some distant point, and if your wings weren't swaying gently in the wind, she would have assumed you were a statue.

You take a few steps forward, and she sees blood leaking from somewhere behind your head. Her eyes widen as she rushes to get to you, tossing her bloody sickle to the side as you fall to the ground. She has tunnel vision for you, and she feels unable to see anything else around her.

You don't move when she touches you. Nothing in your eyes even reacts when she gently shakes your shoulders.

This can't-

"Little mouse," she mumbles, hands reaching up to cup your face. "This isn't funny. Look, I- They're gone. You're safe now; isn't that what you wanted?"

Her breathing picks up as you continue to lay lifeless beneath her, as your blood stains the snow. She doesn't know what happened, and hadn't she saved you-

"Talk to me," she demands, grasping your shoulders to shake a little more angrily. "God damnit, say something!"

And you don't. Your head lolls as she shakes you and not-so-lightly smacks the side of your face, tears stinging her eyes. She tries everything she can; she threatens you, smacks you, shakes you, and when she finally reaches for your hand-

She sobs when your hand crumbles in her own, her breath stuttering in her chest as she watches your body start to become ash beneath her touch.

She refuses. She gently takes your face between her hands, her tears blurring her vision, shouting out, "Wake up. This isn't a game and it's not funny-"

She tries to cling to you, to offer you something to hold onto as you pass into the afterlife, wherever that may be. She tried so hard to protect you and it's not fair-

It must be her fault, right? She tried to take out your copy to offer you some peace, and she killed you. She didn't know, she doesn't know-

Her head lowers to your chest as you crumble around her. She doesn't know what else to do, what else she can offer you.

She just hopes you could someday learn to forgive her.

Daniela

It's not often she wakes in the middle of the night to you trying to leave.

Actually, it's never really happened before, so she's not entirely sure what to do while she's half-awake and you're struggling to put some clothes on while your breath stutters.

Her eyes are bleary and she feels like she's not hearing your properly, but you tell her about some nightmare you'd had, how you feel like Miranda is close. Even in her half-asleep state, she knows to trust you and those feelings within you, and so, she follows you to the safehouse on the castle's grounds.

This isn't the first time this has happened, and she knows where to go. She sleepily clings to your side as you walk, and she hears your heart thundering in your chest. When she gets you to the safehouse, she'll-

Her boot gets snagged under a root, and she pauses as you leave her side. She urges you to continue, telling you she'll catch up in a minute as she sluggishly tries to get her foot out from beneath the root. She almost falls a few times, and she just hopes you weren't watching.

She takes a deep breath as she stands and takes a few steps back, rolling her ankle and ensuring she can still walk on it with no issue. She hears you doing something close by, but her bleary gaze is focused on where her foot had been caught the lack of a root there.

Hm. Strange.

She looks up, yawning and rubbing at her eyes when she sees you standing, the moon shining brightly against your back.

She's not sure why you don't say anything, why you're not even looking at her, and she's almost offended. She supposes you've just had a rough start to your morning, so-

Are... Have your eyes always been that dull? She remembers how much they glow when she's around, so she's a little confused by this.

"Sweet human?" she mumbles, her brows furrowing as she pulls her jacket closer to her body. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, and her confusion only grows when you don't answer her. "Hey? Can you hear me?"

You do have a tendency to get lost in your head, and she knows how to get you out of it. She steps toward you, worried when you don't even react to her moving. Her hand gently reaches for your face, cold meeting warm, and she wonders why she can't really hear your heartbeat anymore.

She's tired, though, and maybe she's just imagining things.

You sway gently for only a moment, and she thinks you finally see her as your dull eyes meet her own, but then you fall. She's fully awake in a moment's notice, eyes widening as she tries to catch you, but it all happens too quick.

You hit the snowy ground and she sees blood splatter onto the whiteness around you, her fears rising in her chest as her knees hit the floor. She tries to shake you awake, tries to turn your head to see the wound she didn't even know you had, but she knows she won't be of much help.

She rises and quickly sprints through the castle toward her oldest sister's room, and she knows Bela could help you. She takes after their mamă, after all, and she would know what to do where Daniela does not.

She bursts into her sister's room and clambers onto her bed, already shaking her awake as she tries to hurriedly explain what happened as best she can. Bela tries to swat her away and ends up grabbing her to cuddle with her, but she breaks away and begs.

That is what gets her sister's attention that something is very wrong.

Bela tiredly follows her outside in her nightgown, shaking her head as she tries to understand what Daniela is telling her. She asks questions where she can, holds her little sister close and reassures her you'll be fine, just like you always are-

Until she sees you, that is.

Or, rather, what remains of you.

By the time they get to where your body had been, most of it is already crystallized ash. Daniela shrieks and tries to break out of Bela's grasp to get to you, to comfort you in your final moments, but her sister holds tight. She drags Daniela back inside with much difficulty, shouting for their mother over the sounds of her little sister's cries and sobs.

Bela comforts her inside the warmth of the castle while what remains of you freezes outside. She tries to tell Daniela that is is safer by the fire, that whatever is out there cannot come inside, but her sister hears none of it. She cries and sobs and whines into Bela's chest, clinging to her as though her life depended on it.

You're completely gone by the time her mother gets to you, and Daniela's distraught state seems to last a lifetime.

#asks #:)#hehehehe #prepare for the hurt fest #angst sponsored by ezzie #<3 #god this killed me #keep the angsty asks coming tho i adore them #heart ripping posts

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sekhisadventures · 2 months ago

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Feathers Blue as the Sky

Hallowfall

Laurelgosa had left the inn early, drawn by a strange sensation she couldn’t quite explain. She and the other four had stayed at an inn well away from the village that the incident had occurred at and while the others were still asleep, she couldn’t help feeling like something was very… off… nearby.

She took wing, flying off into the distance as she soared over the bizarre landscape of the land under the caves.

One of the first things she’d noticed from the skies of Hallowfall was the giant flowers, and how they grew. On the surface, flowers would follow the sun, closing their petals at nighttime and opening them again at dawn… but down here with the glow of Beledar remaining in one place constantly (until it would shift from Light to Shadow at seeming random) the flowers all stayed static… facing towards the Star itself.

Nelen had gotten very excited about that and had even taken a few cutting samples to show Shalandrae, the druidess having literal centuries worth of experience in herbalism… but they were off elsewhere in Khaz Algar currently, so they would have to wait.

Laurelgosa felt, not for the first time, that it was a very fortunate thing that she could fly. While most of her allies were stuck grounded as long as Xal’alath’s portal jamming spell also blocked them summoning their mounts, she was a dracthyr… and to her flying was as simple as getting a good leap and using her wings from there.

Finally, after soaring over the landscape she felt a tingle in the back of her mind and looked down, seeing a beach below. She frowned, but she didn’t see any of the korbyss nearby. The korbyss were a rather disturbing species of humanoid deep sea angler fish with a penchant for cannibalism and necromancy who detested the Arathi, and the feeling was quite mutual with all the atrocities they had committed on the citizens of Hallowfall… but this beach seemed deserted.

She landed, looking around, then moved towards a cliff wall, feeling over it. “It… feels like something is here…” she murmured, cocking her head, “But… what?”

She couldn’t explain why, but the sensation from that spot was akin to a pin stuck in a mass of threads, as if it was something pinching her in her clothing… but in her mind instead.

She reached out a clawed hand, pressing it to the stone, and focused. “This feeling… I know this… its…” she blinked in surprise, her eyes going wide, “Bronze magic?!” she gasped.

She focused, and suddenly sand swirled around her claws as the rocks on the wall aged millions of years in a scant few seconds, eroding away to nothing to reveal a hollow behind them! Laurelgosa reached inside, pulling out a sturdy and well-preserved wood-carved box, stamped with the image of an hourglass on the lid.

She opened it up and found three things resting inside. A small hourglass in which the last few sands were trickling away into the bottom, a large leather-bound tome, and a letter. Despite being sealed inside of solid rock, the letter looked so new it could have been written this morning.

Laurelgosa took the letter out and closed the box, tucking it under her arm as she unfolded the parchment. The letter was written in draconic, and said the following:

Laurelgosa,

Hi again! Hope you and your buddies are doing good!

If you’re reading this, then you’re probably gonna get some trouble from that nasty ol’ Nyloc in a few weeks, maybe a month? Couple days? Somewhere around there. (I hope it wasn’t yesterday…)

Anyways, after last time I wanted to help make sure that you guys are ready in case he tries to use the moment again. Normally we can see it coming, but when it comes to chronomancers they can see that we saw it coming and do it differently but then we’ll see that coming so they’ll see that we saw that they saw that… you get the idea.

Good luck!

Your pal,

Chromie

P.S. Say hi to Reno Jackson for me!

Laurelgosa folded the letter back, then took the book out of the box and examined the first page.

It read, again in draconic: “The Spells and Incantations of the Chronowardens.”

She blinked slowly, then looked at the hole in the wall. “… she must have hidden this here centuries ago, then just left it for me to find when the hourglass caused enough of a temporal disturbance for me to sense…” she murmured. As an Evoker Laurelgosa had ties to all five dragonflights, including the bronze dragons, and she was sensitive to temporal anomalies (though depending on how powerful it would be like a mortal feeling a pressure change when a thunderstorm blew in, she would know about it but not be able to do anything.)

This tome however may change that…

She raised a scaled eyebrow, then sighed and tucked the letter and book away, holding it tightly to her chest as she shot back into the air and flew back towards the inn. “Typical bronze…” she tsked, “Going back in time hundreds of years and setting up something this complex and complicated for me to find when I arrived in the present when she could have simply come to Orgrimmar and given me the book… Bunch of show-offs I swear…”

As she flew back to the Inn, however, new events were brewing above.

The Wilds of the Isle of Dorn

Galdia Grimaxe was pointedly staying the fel away from Hallowfall. After finding out that the residents were devout followers of an aspect of the Light she had immediately wanted to go visit this new land under the surface of Azeroth. After having it explained to her patiently and calmly by Nitika that going down there and playing ‘don’t let the furious orc woman stab you to death’ would cause… problems… she had elected to stay on the surface and help defend the rear while the others moved forward.

It was a sound plan really. While the bulk of Dornogal’s defenders would delve into the caverns below, that meant that the city itself would become a less defended (and much more enticing) target to their foes in Azj-kahet… and nerubians were expert tunnelers and could burrow up virtually anywhere they wanted to.

Thus she rode through the wilds on the Isle of Dorn’s surface astride her monstrous companion Nightpelt, the undead worg happily carrying his sister-in-spirit just as he had in life on Draenor before a Lightbound’s crossbow bolt had ended that life.

Galdia rode alone however, while Nitika and Jaie had brought their mounts (which were magical objects rather than animals,) and Laurelgosa, Uh’kue, and Shalandrae didn’t need mounts thanks to their shapeshifting powers, the rest of them had to either borrow a stormrook or other means of transport from the locals, or simply walk wherever they needed to go.

Galdia was annoyed though. She’d gotten used enough to Dareley and Nitika to accept that not all followers of the Light were a bunch of fanatical lunatics like Yrel had been, but as far as the mag’har woman was concerned anyone who worshipped the Light was enemy until proven otherwise.

It was how you stayed alive on Draenor as long as she had.

She grumbled, tearing a strip of jerky in half with her tusks as she rode along through the woods towards where the Cinderbrew Meadery had been. It was already being rebuilt, which Zhan-min was happy about, but construction wasn’t done yet. While it had served its purpose of taking out the nerubian forces massed against Dornogal and their commander, a giant nerubian known as Queensguard Zirix, it had all but cratered the spot where the explosion had happened.

“Well, at least I get to try some of that again soon if I’m lucky…” she grumbled around a mouthful of masticated dried meat, then she jolted as Nightpelt suddenly stopped dead on the path. “Huh?! Hey, whats wrong Nightpelt?” she asked, looking down at her worg.

The undead creature was sniffing at the air, and Galdia’s eyes narrowed. Having a body stitched together by the Maldraxxi had meant they could pick and choose what parts to give him, and his nose was among the best the Stitchmasters had to offer. If he stopped like this, that meant he smelled something that was a threat.

She quickly scarfed down the rest of her jerky, then drew her sword and held it ready, sliding her arm through the straps on her shield. “Get the scent brother…” she whispered low, grinning in anticipation.

Nightpelt sniffed again, then his ears perked up and he growled before charging down the path, Galdia immediately grabbing hold of his mane and hanging on as he raced forward!

She looked around as he ran, trying to spot what Nightpelt had scented, and then she looked up as she heard something. A loud birdlike cry of distress!

“That sounds like one of those weird lightning-gryphons the stone-dwarves use…” she whispered, and a moment later Nightpelt burst into a clearing and she saw what had made it.

Laying there on the ground injured was a stormrook, and its body was covered with layer upon layer of sturdy webbing! Surrounding it were no less than five nerubians, all of their eyes (of which there were quite a few) suddenly fixed on the newcomers.

Galdia snarled and raised her sword, “NIGHTPELT! KILL!” she commanded as the worg roared in response and charged forward, barreling straight for the nearest nerubian!

“OVERCRAWLER!” it shouted, “Go get our reinforcements!” it snapped, pointing at one of the others who nodded and scuttled away as fast as its six legs could carry it. The nerubian turned back to Galdia just in time to see the edge of her sword up close, and then it screamed and fell to the ground as her pandaren forged blade sheared the top of its head off!

Galdia leapt free of the worg as Nightpelt dove atop another nerubian who had been weaving a spell, interrupting the sorcerer’s cast rather effectively… along with most of its bodily functions as the worg’s powerful jaws closed around it’s throat and tore through its flesh!

The remaining two nerubians raced forward, raising their weapons, and Galdia slammed one’s arms out her way with her shield, then rammed her sword up through it’s stomach, tearing it back out as hard as she could as the spider-creature fell to the ground, making quite a mess of the field.

The remaining one stared at what remained of it’s fellow’s corpse, then looked at Galdia.

She grinned back at him, “Well?” she growled, “C’MON BUG! LET’S FIGHT!” she roared.

The nerubian responded by throwing his weapon at her, then turning and running for its life! It got about twenty feet before Nightpelt landed on its back and sank his fangs into the nerubian’s shoulder, the arachnid screaming and flailing as the worg savaged it!

Galdia snorted, “Wuss.” she grumbled, then looked away as she heard another cry from the trapped stormrook.

“Oh right… dunno what the bugs were wanting you for but might as well let you out.” she nodded, walking to the cocoon and starting to slice the fibers free. The rook was covered thoroughly, only it’s head visible as it watched her carefully cut around its form. “Hold still, this shit is stronger than it looks…”

After a few minutes of work she pulled the last of the webs away and the stormrook stretched, letting out a relieved cawing sound as it flexed it’s wings.

Galdia smirked, then she grunted as she heard something in the distance, “Ah shit… forgot about him.” she growled, turning to face the path away.

There was one more nerubian, the one who their leader had sent to get reinforcements, and here they came!

A dozen nerubians, well-armed and armored, were charging towards them. These ones had weapons that looked a lot more serious than the ones she’d killed too, and Galdia realized the reason they went down so easy was that they were just a scouting party… probably foraging for food, which would explain the webbed up stormrook.

These weren’t scouts, these were proper nerubian warriors!

“Ah shit…” she snarled, gripping her sword and readying her shield as Nightpelt ran to her side, growling in defiance. A single scouting party she could massacre with ease, but this was a lot more and she didn’t have the element of surprise now!

At the lead was a large nerubian in sturdy armor, holding a long wicked looking barbed spear. He pointed the tip at her and shouted, “The overcrawler killed our men! DESTROY IT! FOR QUEEN ANSUREK!”

“Go ahead and try bug! LOK’TAR OGAR!” she roared back as Nightpelt howled in fury, clawing at the ground and baring his fangs at the encroaching spiders… and then she heard a loud shriek next to her.

The stormrook was rearing up on it’s hind legs, flapping it’s wings as electricity sparked around it, and she heard thunder rumbling above her.

“Oh yeah, Nelen said you guys can do lighting… FRY ‘EM!” she laughed, looking up… then realizing something.

The stormclouds weren’t over the nerubians… they were above her!

“Huh?! HEY!” she shouted as the clouds above her crackled with lighting, then a bolt shot down towards her! She cried out in alarm and held her sword and shield above her head as the bolt slammed home… yet she felt no pain.

The nerubians had been shocked into hesitation by the lightning strike, the mob keeping their distance, but keeping their weapons ready, as Galdia lowered her arms and looked at her sword and shield.

The metal crackled with electricity, but it didn’t ground itself in her, it seemed to just be held there. “What the fel…” she whispered, then one of the nerubians found it’s courage and charged.

“The stormrook blessed the overcrawler’s weapons! KILL IT! NOW!” it commanded as its spear came towards her. Galdia immediately slammed her shield at the point, intending to knock it away.

There was a crash of thunder and the nerubian went flying back from her, the arachnid’s body crackling with electricity as it landed in a heap!

Galdia stared, then looked down at her sword and shield, still arcing with lightning, and grinned widely. “Guess he’s pissed you tied him up. Works for me!” she laughed, then charged towards them as Nightpelt roared and raced alongside her, dodging around one of the nerubian’s spears and tackling it to the ground, savaging it as Galdia slammed her shield into another as the thunder boomed again and the nerubian fell paralyzed to the ground as its synapses and nerves were fried with a blast of electricity!

The nerubians tried to swarm her, but Galdia’s reflexes were honed by years of combat both on Draenor and Azeroth. Every time her weapons made contact with the nerubians’ armaments the lighting they were filled with discharged into the nerubian fighters, cooking them alive!

Two more went down, leaving six left, but these six seemed to decide that if they all attacked at once they might get lucky! As they charged Galdia heard thunder rumbling above her again and instinct took over.

She held her weapons above her and lifted one foot, then roared and slammed her boot down to the ground as hard as she could just as the lightning flashed above her… and the bolt shot through her weapons, along her body, and grounded itself!

There was a flash to light up the entire forest as the screams of the arachnids filled the air, and when the flash dissipated the ground around her was scorched in a wide circle… and all the nerubians were laying prone, twitching or dead.

Galdia snarled, then tore the tip of one of their spears free from her bicep. “GRAH! Dammit… need to get Nitika to fix that…” she frowned, pulling out a roll of bandages from her pouch for now and wrapping her arm as best she could one handed. “Welp, that’s a shitload of dead bugs. Guess we’re done here Nightpelt.” she grinned, sheathing her sword and moving to get on the worg, then stumbling as she felt something butt into her back.

She looked behind her to find the stormrook staring at her, having nudged it’s head into her, which was big enough to cover most of her back when it did.

“What?” she grunted, cocking her head at it. “You’re free, go on.” she waved her hand at it.

The stormrook stared at her, cocking its head as well, then bumped its head against her arm again, acting almost like a giant cat might.

“You wanna… come with us?” she asked in confusion, glancing back at Nightpelt as he whined, then padded forward and sniffed at the stormrook curiously.

“I guess… I mean… Nightpelt is my worg-brother… but… he can’t fly.” she shrugged, “… and that lightning trick would be useful…” she added, glancing back at the stormrook, then grinning. “Alright…” she nodded, climbing atop Nightpelt and nodding for it to follow her. “Need a name for ya… not sure what would be a good one though…” she thought. Nightpelt’s had been obvious, in life he had totally black fur, just like the night sky. Night. Pelt. Easy.

“Hmm… Razorbeak? Nah… Sharptalon? Eh, feels like it’s been done…” she thought, “Boltbeak… nah that’s dumb… maybe I’ll ask Nelen, he knows a lot of names.” she muttered as the stormrook fell into stride next to her and Nightpelt as they made their way back to the Glittering Prize.

Behind her one of the nerubians rose shakily to its feet, then stumbled away barely alive… and a moment later vanished below the ground as it dug its way to safety.

#warcraft #warcraft fanfiction #adventures in azeroth #world of warcraft #the war within

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bh-writingdump · 4 months ago

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Your phone’s off in case anyone tries spy shit...

You don’t sleep. The call in the morning is just as the sun pops up over the horizon.

“Squatch?”

“That’s what they call me.”

“I’m sorry.” you can hear the disappointment in their voice, the want to not do it.

“Early bird?”

“you could say that.”

“Thank you, operator, that will be all.”

You hear the sound of a noisy air conditioning and a dog barking. It echoes with the dog barking outside.

“Come out, Sasquatch, we know you’re in there.”

You chuckle, peaking through the window. You realize that Partridge is down in the parking lot. Wow, you must’ve walked all the way here. Good for you but if you really want to impress me, you better start using those cupid wings. Now that, might get me outside Icarus.”

The tiny pair of wings hidden beneath her bulky suit coat twitches.

“I’m not here about old beef. Your life’s endanger.”

“Of course you’re not. Why would you come about some “lost” soul when there’s so many upstanding monsters to save. Tell you what, I’ll even say hi. “You take a step out the door. “Hi joys, gals and guys. Look at me! I’m walking and talking of my own free will Isn’t that nifty?”

Out here, you spot more of the Polos taking refuge under a nearby maple from the heat.

“It’s kind of y’all to come all the way out here to help me but who you should really be helping is Patridge. She’s been suffering from something in the business, I like to call, a blockage. When Partridge was a wee baby, she fell on a stick and got it so far stuck up her ass that she’s in desperate need of a surgeon to get it out.”

Andy’s megaphone interrupts. “We’re sending a specialist to ensure your safe return.” Off the Megaphone Andy hisses, “Get moving! When I said safe return, I didn’t mean 5 minutes from now, I meant now.”

You return back inside to find em armed with a bone in hand. “Are they coming?”

“Therapist is. Bout it.”

Ey makes a move toward the door. You block em. “Theta, Thet-ster, Theta-arama, trust me, nobody’s coming in. They’ll knock but they can’t enter unless they think someone’s getting hurt. Seeing as how I walked out and back in, they won’t be messing with us.”

There’s a knock at the door, “It’s Emily.”

“Emily? I thought you were at the Hub.”

“Who are they?” Ey clamps down on your arm, tugging you toward the bathroom, eye lights licking with the start of flames. “Did you tell them—you compromised our location.”

You kneel beside em. “Do you honestly think I’d bring them to your doorstep knowing how much it upset you?”

Eir breathes come in short gasps. “Can’t.. not enough… I need to get..” Ey pulls out what looks like a big gun-shaped thing of mismatched wires and sharp metal.

“Nope. None of that.” You grip it hard until you feel the metal dig into your hands. “They’re here to check up on us. Nothing more.”

“You don’t sound certain.”

“Nobody’s here but me and my dog.”

“A dog?” you perk up.

“I thought you might enjoy the change of pace.” You open the door, despite eir wrestling you to open it, to find the ugliest boxer you’ve ever seen with a no tail and one eye sown over. He bounces around happily, like this was the best day of his life.

“Aww! Whose a little precious man? You are! Yes you are! Yes you are!”

“May I?” Emily nods to the living room. They’re the sort of individual you’d expect to see in an old timey library. Cane in hand with pale blue eyes that seem to stare right through you, dressed like they’d walked right out of the 1940s butch bar except there’s no way they could be a day over 30.

Ey steps behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Hasn’t anyone told you it’s rude to come uninvited.” Ey tugs to bring you inside. You feel the warm metal of some machine in eir hand.

“Sit down, Theta. Look at them. Do they look like they’re trying to storm your Bastille?”

“Don’t…”

You roll your eyes. “Either we can do this in the doorway, inside or outside. Your pick.”

Ey sulkily sits behind you, glaring daggers at them.

You peak around the corner in case Patridge decided to show her ugly mug.

“This isn’t a scheme from Partridge—”

“Andy thought it was ancient history. She won’t be coming anywhere near unless by court order.”

You smirk. “It’s PR. Nobody wants to have their name associated with the next internet trend.” You explain to em. “The neighbor kids love tapping me when I’m not looking. Too bad for her, they already got it online.”

Emily’s lip turns up for a moment before they school their expression. I’ll need to administrate these unless you’d like someone who’s licensed.”

“Nope. You’re perfect.”

Emily leans around you. At first, you’re wondering why they’re doing that until eir fingers dig into your sides.

“Would you prefer your friend here?”

Eir breathes come in fast and hard.

“Dunno about today.” You feign them talking to you. “Bud, you good with Emily doing the exam on me for a few?”

“I wasn’t—”

You shoot them a glance in no uncertain terms what you mean. You tap eir hand as if ey forgot, “you still there bud?”

“That is… acceptable.” Ey hisses, unclenching from you. Just before ey leaves, you can feel the tremble building in eir bones.

“Keep the door open. I want to know.”

“Emily, that alright?”

Emily, who appears very put upon, sighs, “it suppose.”

Ey casually walks into the bathroom before you hear the telltale foam canister get deployed. You can imagine the concrete like foam filling in the gap under the floor, ceiling in all the sounds within that tiny bathroom.

For once, Emily shifts with a degree of discomfort, looking in, “you feel safe?”

You glare back at the bathroom. “I won’t lie for a second I didn’t but.. I don’t think ey meant to hurt me. It wasn’t an attack. Lashing out, a gut reaction, that’s all.”

“with all due respect, it sounds like your making excuses for em.

“Maybe..” Honestly, you’re not sure. It all happened so fast that all you could think was to make sure ey didn’t get into a cell. That no one came close to em.

Emily pats your knee. You tense. “Sorry.”

You nod, staring out at the potted plants. How much of this would’ve been destroyed if you hadn’t scared Patridge off?

“Sasquatch?”

“Don’t call me that.” You say before you can hold your tongue. “Squatch is fine.”

“Is there another moniker you prefer?”

“It.. doesn’t matter. We’re more than our names, right? just don’t overuse it, yeah?” It’s as if the name brought Patridge into the room. You can’t help but shiver.

They nod. “Like I was saying, I’m worried that it’s causing unnecessary strain to both of your psyche to be staying together. Do you find yourself disassociating like you did now?”

“How that’s going to be different if I’m home?” You lean against eh door frame. “Honestly, all I want to do is sleep without worry about some nutjob knocking down the door. At least here Patridge can’t come. Don’t care about where long as its quiet and nobody tries to wake me up.”

“Would you like to do this tomorrow? I could say you.. fell asleep?”

“yeah… yeah.. lets just say that.”

Back inside, the little mathematician can’t stand waiting in the bathroom any longer. Ey bursts out, pushing to the door to find nobody through the keyhole. A look around the room earns em a lumpy form beneath the AC.

Ey checks the locks again, getting things ready. Cleaning, making food, cleaning. Every other minute ey checks if you’re there. It never feels like enough.

[Oakland Ch2, pg5] cont -->

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deadxlv · 1 year ago

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Far Away Soul, White Cold Star 💫

Chapter: 17 p.3 “Fated Clash of Heart and Will”

Leaves softly blew in the early harvest season, fish-like creatures swam in the rivers and streams, small winged animals hopped from tree to tree gliding back and forth with extended skin membranes, peaceful sounds echoed throughout the endless abyss of red woods. Out of the fabric of thin air traveling at high speeds two beings collided again and again and again, the peace was disrupted, and the surrounding wildlife perished in the strength of the shockwaves emitted from such powerful beings. Eyes glistening in the early morning sun the fight had only just begun to pick up. Long bantering aside the emotion of gruesome death haunted those surrounding them, only their movements being so fast it caused air vacuums to form when they re-emerged to hit one another. Explosions were all that you could see..now get me up close and personal~

Blade of faded purple grass softly blew in the wind ever so graceful- ripping through the underbrush Hijìn flew out from a gust of wind knocking him back, shoulder hitting the ground he bounced up soon rolling before pounding his fist into the ground catching himself on some roots only for V to reappear above him swinging a strong kick to his head. Explosion of dust, vegetation, and debris erupted from the attack, just from within the two hadn't even budged. Hijìn thrusting his right arm forward blocked the kick getting slammed into the ground, V hopped up snarling in annoyance soon spinning mid air to grab Hijìn by his hair and thrust him headfirst into the ground. Missing her chance to grab him, Hijìn got a hold of her arm trying to launch a kick to her side to stagger her, but out from her soft light green skin erupted many thorns stabbing at his hands making him lose his grip causing him to exclaim out in pain with blood shooting out of his palm. Seeing blood drip out of his arm caused her to laugh out in a sense of victory only this was just a taste of what she could do; In a counter action in such short time Hijìn would swerve to the side making the chain wrapped around his arm to spin and the blade at the end to sway in multiple directions since she was in the air and hand limited movement, However, in a change of events as the blades nearly graced her cheek she would somehow dodge them without even moving responding to him by shoving her boots down his neck crushing him beneath her heel. He planted his feet into the ground gritting his teeth as he choked out from how hard she stepped down on him, ground beneath them slowly crumbling he grabbed a hold of his head and did a backflip slamming him face first into the ground. Hijìn's body bounced from the force he was thrusted at, he shook his head in frustration knowing damn well she was going to do something again to try and catch him off guard, punching off the floor that very instant and launching his chain blades in all directions almost acting like a barrier between her and him to give him some time.

Speed of his blades gliding past his armor caused small sparks to shoot out and cause a small gust of flame encircling Hijìn as he spun them faster and faster, chains swung by his neck, blades scrapped over his armor, flames lashed out at his exposed skin only thing was he just couldn't care. Mind focused on etching out to where that accursed woman would be he tried to picture the scenario failing to realize that he had on crucial fatal flaw in his planning...she dominates in range. From a nearby tree away from the small buildup of flames and serrated swinging blades V sat down on a branch just watching him act a fool, a smirk and she pointed down to him causing a hellfire of arrows from thin air to rain down on his pathetic mortal ass, the arrows ripping through everything in their path leaving everything with large holes in them. Eyebrow raised Hijìn could just barely hear the slicing of wind etching closer to his direction, his chain lashed forward and swung around his arm causing a rattling noise as it slammed itself against his arm brace giving him just the right sound cue. Instantly turning around on a dime he would slice and dice all the incoming arrows at once as they fell down upon him with his two chain blades, the clinking of shattered Jade Arrows and metal scraping of his blades rang throughout the woods as he went all out, yelling in his growing rage while the chunks of jade arrows blew all around him. Pieces bouncing on the soft charred ground soon fading into nothing but dust marked the step two of V's plan, Step 1: Reveal a Mutts weak Will, Step 2: Reveal how pathetic it truly is to try~, and Step 3: KILL. The arrows running low as none were able to cross his path he took a sharp breath in reassurance as the only form of damage he took was a small cut from his own blade across his cheek and his hand would, just that he didn't account that he was dealing with a psychopathic foresight having Demi-goddess who had a knack for cheating and in that very instance two versions of V sprung out to his sides and in unison would thrust out a kick or a punch causing Hijìn to get sent flying.

Gut renching feeling as you can feel slowly crawl our your stomach and shoot out your mouth like a viper makes taking this as a soft approach feel like hell shit on your soul, Hijìn's head fell back as he vomited out blood, smacking against branches and random forest happenings in his way as his sense of directions was immediately put off by the hit. V stood at the original location boasting out with four other versions of herself, all of which look perfectly identical to her, "He thought he had that under wraps..alright- let's make him snap~", V said in a snicker as her and all her supposed clones vanished into thin air. Hijìn toppling over reached for a branch to stop his inertia only for his hand to get slapped back and his arm cut at with a blade, looking over it was one of the clones, turning around more of the clones would appear with the same menacing look on their faces, and to settle it the real V beneath him skidding down on the ground without any real sense of consequences. Real V stabbed him in the back with the sharp end of her bow swinging him into the ground before another wrapped a noose around his arm throwing him to the other who shot a multitude of arrows into his body ending with the final two leaping on top of the high faltering Man and simultaneously punching at his face over and over again as they used his body as a skateboard down on the forest floor. He tried to yell out in pain from the last two hits but was interrupted by a fist smashing his face into the ground beneath him, moving his arm over to try and block the hit was stopped by the clone to his right keeping up with him to yank his arm to get punched again, coughing out he growled in annoyance as two more punches caved at his face over and over and over again. Stabbing his blade into the ground with his right he destabilized making one of the clones topple over the other, seeing the change he kicked the first one off and slung his left arm over pulling the clone to him, the clone knew this was the case and let go of the noose soon disappearing into the woods. The final clone on top of him would grab onto his cheeks with a crazed look as thorns and tentacle like growths ripped from her skin and sliced at him, Hijìn grit his teeth as he coughed out blood on the clones face before saying 'Fuck It' in his head and going over biting her nose off with one fell swoop, the clone yelled out in pain as its held face in horror from what he had just done to her. Taking no time he kicked her off, swung his blades over stabbing them into her sides before slicing her in half, the instant she hit the ground the turned into dust and leaf litter; One done four more to go, Hijìn thought as he finally was able to land seeing all the small cuts and bruises left by this whores, cuts soon healing one by one as he took notice feeling it with his free hand.

Blind eye swiftly turning black making him jerk his head back he would quickly say in a raspy tone of voice, "Before you think or say anything- this isn't a help this is MY BODY NOT YOURS HIJÌN, I'm killing her...not YOU! Consider this a parting gift~", understanding who this was Hijìn grit his teeth as he used his mental strength to push the parasite within him back, blind eye turning back to normal he caught his breath muttering to himself, "Can't...Must..be Fast..". Getting up weakly Hijìn chuckled to himself looking around the woods, sounds of sticks breaking and leaves rustling around him, "Can't break me just yet ladies..I'm not even getting started~", Hijìn muttered with a cocky smirk just as the three clones and V came out of thin air to attack him. V came at him with a flurry of small dagger slashes, first clone kicked at his leg, another tried for tie his legs, and the last came headfirst at him with a full force kick, setting it all in that small moment if frozen time Hijìn stood in the middle keeping the same demeanor not even wavering at what's happening around him. He glanced at each and every single one of them while he cracked his neck and stretched his shoulder, hopping left and right left and right he would soon stop and face the clone ahead of him, "Come~", instantly in real time he ripped the clones leg off and smashed the head of the clone with the rope into one another crushing either one into a pulp. The clone who got their leg torn off screamed in pain as V and the other took notice and jerked back, Hijìn not taking a second to zoom forward and pound that clone into the ground until there was nothing but a pile of meat and flesh on the ground, stabbing feeling in his side made him jolt in his step as a blade plunged into his side yanking him back to another quick stab to his abdomen. He didn't waver in his attacks only growing more and more enraged as the fight went on. Skipped ahead V and the remaining clone vanished into thin air along with Hijìn who pursued them in a mad dash to kill one another, reappearing zooming through the tree line was V who punched Hijìn into a boulder out of nowhere and swerved to the right as the clone came over and started berating his chest and abdomen with full force punches. The clone would stop as she didn't even see Hijìn move for the duration she was hitting him in, looking up she could only cower for a second as all the clone could witness was the man's face having a full extended smirk from ear to ear and that very second the two disappeared again.

A peaceful meadow in the middle of the woods let life flourish for what remained of the destroyed forest, being met with nothing but hatred as Hijìn and V clashed in the center of it, the two quickly got into a tight punching fight as each one thrusted their arms back before hitting one another as hard as possible with all their strength. V sent Hijìn staggering back until he jerked back and pounded her face backwards, this went on for thirty straight minutes none of them getting tired, screaming from the under brush the Clone pulled their bow out and started shooting arrows at the two regardless if the real V was there or not. The beautiful meadow turned into nothing but a wasteland as the strength of the punches destroyed everything around it with the shockwaves, arrows stabbing into his side Hijìn growled out in pain just as V punched his face back. Falling back Hijìn rolled and pounced forward and tackled V trying to commit the same thing he did to her prior, smash that damnable face in to a bloody mess, clone reacting just fast enough with V blocking that it stabbed Hijìn in the arm and flew into the woods once again with V jumping back up not effected just annoyed in pursuit. They would reappear randomly in different positions most cases with V and her clone gunning the man down from all angles, the worst of it all and the parasite knew this too..was that Hijìn was still holding back, but the truth was that V was as well and it was sure as hell gonna intensify.

Mountain in the distance had a line of dust blow up its side from something making impact, it trailed up till it reached its peak where a large flash of green light shimmered in the sky, the clouds parted from the power nearly circling around the glowing green light which illuminated everything in miles. Skid up the mountain top was Hijìn, used a sled like prior just this time he was met face to face with the same attack which vaporized his new home, V yelled out in abject hatred as she pulled her shot back and released it. The light flickered for a moment as it soon made contact with the man who could only block from the altitude he was launched at, the shot hitting him sent him flying downwards at breakneck speeds not only vaporizing a mountain but dragged him along the forest floor for a few hundred miles till it exploded in a bright green light. V exhaled hard as she soon fell hundreds of feet back down onto the world, the clouds settling back to their usual positions as fires spread rampant in all parts, her clone catching her mid air as it skid along the ground looking all about to see where the man had gone, "Did..Did you get him?", the clone asked with some concern as it faced the worn down original. V got off the clone and coughed a few times scanning the area until she faced down the charred path through the tree line made by her attack, she would hold her arm in annoyance from it all soon spitting out some blood on the floor. "Tch..No..I already know where this is going and I'm going to avert it..he's not gonna be the victor I assure you", a wipe of her black lips of the blood and a sharp toothy grin spread across her face, "I'm just getting started~", she fixed her posture and clenched her fists as the dark energy surged within her and made her regain her stamina and made her energy more sinister. The clone doing the same increased its likelihood of surviving an assault from the man, being more fragile than the original it has to take precautions as fast as possible to ensure survival..and maybe who knows..throw down the original~?

Down at the crater site of the explosion the dust finally settled revealing a empty hole, ahead walking down the path one step at a time, Hijìn made himself known, coursing red energy of his peoples technique coursing through him slowly, he's letting his mental control wane. Chunks of his armor blown off from the blast he seemed almost unaffected by such a powerful attack, brown dirty hair blew in the wind as he stared ahead aimed solely for his target. A deep trench made by the attack was what he walked through to make it back, wounds healed from the parasites near forced assistance gave the man a upper edge in combat for now, who knows what this woman could truly do..her potential is truly frightening and her lust despise-able. Clouds rippled in the sky from the released energy of the two combatants, their energy very well could manipulate the very fabric of this strange world if they seemed fit to do so especially since Rajòz only appear when someone strong releases their true power. His peoples blood coursing through his veins made this fight more impactful, before he would have fought just to fight but this became personal when he realized how much of a bigger picture he could be in, attacking not only him...but his family? For what he was taught that was a line you never cross. Only thing stopping him from going all out..was the fact he had to make it back home..B-back to his friend Kÿr..to his GrandFather..Elder Al'Mtharú (Alm-Tha-ru)

Wrestled through the leaves, broken bones, and abject sin ringing through the air meant that only one victor had to come out on top. A strange man of unfathomable hate and love, An Ethereal Goddess of foretold future and of passed life clash in a all out bout to see who is the truth, peace is an option only afforded to the one who kills the other first. Blood spilt and life surrounding sacrificed for their selfish game. The cycle never ends just tells a old story in a new light.

I will Kill her Hijìn..don't you dare forget that~

#action adventure #male protagonist #oc story #original story #forgonelands #forgonelandsoc #furry friends #secondarc #female characters #clash #battle #bloodshed #archer #chain blades #hatred #chapter seventeen

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