#and next time I’ll have the embroidery on my kefta too

[bloodbonesandmarrow]

Cosplays (really just makeup) I did this weekend at a small con of The Darkling and demon!Nikolai

[we-were-born-to-be-free]

Hi there! I’m new to your page but I’ll take anyone who writes for my husband (mr. Benjamin Barnes) Do you think maybe you could write something where the reader is a moon summoner and she/they have like a traumatic past them makes them hide it for years until she meets Aleksander and he finds out maybe? Idk that’s pretty specific but just a thought! Have a lovely day!

Little moon - A.M

A/N: I am so sorry this took forever. I just wasn't in the right headspace. Enjoy<3

" Why can't you do anything right you fucking bitch," screamed your father. "You're such a disappointment to us. We never wanted you in our lives, let alone for you to be Grisha! We're so glad you'll be leaving forever. Don't try to come back here ever again. Fucking disappointment," he spat as he slapped you again and kicked you hard. He slammed the door shut and all you could do was lay there and cry.

You woke up with a start, tears already streaming down your face from the nightmare. You sat on the edge of your bed, trying to control your breathing. You left that life long ago when you ran away from home. You'd had enough.

Now you were safe within the walls of the Little Palace. Within the arms of Aleksander. Your love. You weren't sleeping with him because he was extremely busy with the preparations for the Winter Fete.

You had gotten onto your feet before checking what the time was. It was 3.16. You knew you wouldn't be sleeping again.

You slipped your navy-blue silk gown on and made your way to the gardens. You took the long way around, making all the unnecessary turns and stops.

Once you had gotten to your bench, you find your seat taken by Aleksander. You went and sat down next to him, making yourself comfortable against him. "What's wrong lapushka? Can't sleep" He asked.

"Nightmare," you responded, voice muffled against his kefta.

He pulled you closer into him. "When you're ready to tell me more about these nightmares that plague you, darling, I'll be right here. We have all the time in the world," he joked.

You hadn't told him why you were always getting nightmares, just that you were traumatized in your childhood. He understood that you didn't want to mention it too much. You nodded before he kissed the top of your head softly.

"Come on my little moon, you have to get more rest before you meet the king and queen later."

"Mm," you hummed. You moved your hands away from Aleksander and started playing with your powers. You were able to summon moonlight. You were the first of your kind. Your parents weren't Grisha at all.

They hated them. No wonder they hated you just as much. You sat in a comfortable silence with Aleksander. When the sun rose, he kissed your forehead again before leaving to continue with his never-ending work.

Hours later, you were dressed in your midnight blue kefta, with silver embroidery. Your hair was elegantly pinned up by Genya. You were sitting beside Aleksander, with the king and queen.

You were picking at your food, not feeling very hungry. The King called upon you, to which you responded. "I see that you been made commander of the Etherealki. How are you finding it?"

"It has been a little bit of a struggle at first, moi tsar, but I am finding it easier now,"

"I doubt they will behave with a pathetic little girl running their group."

That struck a nerve.

"I mean I know I wouldn't. It is disappointing to see what this world has come to. Girls commanding Etherealki. Pathetic."

You were shocked. How could the King of Ravka, dare say that. He was meant to protect you, to guard you from the world. He was meant to be a father figure. Your hands started shaking and you felt like you couldn't breathe properly.

"Moi tsar, I am not feeling well. With your permission, m- may I retire to my room," you asked, trying to hide the tremble in your voice. He nodded and waved you away.

You were going to have a panic attack. You weren't a stranger to episodes like these, but being in a crowded area didn't help them.

You practically ran to your room, closing the door behind you. You shrugged off your kefta before falling to your knees. Images of your father flashed through your memory. You could hear his voice, telling you how worthless you are.

Your entire body was shaking as you hid your face behind your hands, wishing that his voice would go away. Meanwhile, Aleksander noticed that you were getting nervous, and after you had dashed out of the hall, he didn't bother to excuse himself before following you to your room.

He opened the door to find you crouched down beside your bed, head in your hands. You were sobbing uncontrollably, trying to get the image of your father out of your head.

Aleksander slowly approached your trembling frame. It broke his heart to see you, his little moon, in so much pain. "Milaya?"

You didn't respond, only digging your head deeper into your knees. "Darling," he asked again.

"Don't hurt me. Please. Not again," you whimpered.

"It's just me love. It's Aleksander. Y/N, look at me darling. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours," he cooed.

Once you heard Aleksander's voice, you slowly removed your hands from your face, eyes still shut tightly. "It's okay darling, you're safe. No one can hurt you here."

Your eyes opened to beautiful grey ones, filled with worry. "Hey love."

You jumped into his arms, stumbling as he caught you. You tried to control your breathing, but you just couldn't. You were taking in more air than you needed. Aleksander noticed this and said, "Deep breaths darling. Slowly."

He took a deep breath, demonstrating the action. As you breathed slowly, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, tears still pouring out of your eyes. He rubbed your back as you calmed down, listening to his words of encouragement.

"There you go darling. Feeling better," he asked.

You nodded, still holding onto him tightly. He carried you onto your bed while he tried to find comfortable clothes for you to wear. "Sasha," you asked quietly. "Will you please stay with me tonight?"

"Of course, my little moon," he replied bringing satin pyjamas for you to change into.

Once you had changed, Aleksander was waiting for you on the bed, shirtless with sweatpants . You had placed your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, taking comfort in knowing that he was here with you.

Aleksander cleared his throat before asking, "Darling? Who hurt you?"

Your body tensed as you answered him. "It was my father, Sasha. He used to hit me, call me names and tell me how useless I am. I was a disappointment to him," you say. "I still am."

"No, love. Don't ever say that about yourself," he says as he wipes your cheeks with his thumbs. "You are perfect, just the way you are my darling. I love you, okay. You're going to make it out of this trauma. I'll help you, my little moon. I promise."

He seals his promise with a kiss to the top of your head.

"Sasha," you ask tentatively.

"Yes my little moon," he responded.

"Thank you. For everything," you yawn. "I love you."

"I love you too, my little moon. Sleep well."

"

[thebadgerclan]

Fake Boyfriend

Pairing: Jesper Fahey x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Jesper makes a great fake boyfriend...

A/N: I made the reader a Heartrender in this

“Alright,” Kaz said, his gloved hands on the table.  “Now, only Jesper, Nina, and Y/N are able to get into the club, as it’s a Grisha only club.  So, Jesper and Y/N will enter, posing as a couple, and sneak Nina in through the back.  She’ll take care of lifting the target, but you two will have to stay inside until she gives the signal.  Clear?”  You nodded, as did Nina, but Jesper was frozen.

“Is there a reason we have to pose as a couple?” he asked, and Kaz pressed his lips together.  “Because, the bouncer will be expecting a Fabrikator and a Heartrender who are celebrating their anniversary.  Simple as that.  Inej inquired about availability earlier this week, it’s a very popular club, the only place where Grisha are the patrons rather than employees.  Can you make that work?”  Jesper shrugged, confident persona slipping back in place.

“Course I can,” he said, shooting a wink in your direction.  “Right,” Kaz went on.  “Wylan should be back with the kefta soon.  When you’re both ready, we go.”  The meeting broke, and you approached Jesper.  “Think you can pull off acting madly in love with me for an evening?”  He laughed, leaning against the wall.  “Darling, that’ll be easy.  The real question is, will you be able to resist me?”  While he was cool and collected on the surface, on the inside, Jesper was doing somersaults.

He’d been in love with you for months, pining more by the day, his heart longing to belong to you.  But his confidence left him every single time he tried to ask you out.  He wondered if you could sense his heart speeding up every time he was near you, how he nearly stopped breathing when you sat next to him.  “I’ll do my best,” you smirked, and Jesper felt like he might die.  

Wylan returned with two kefta, one red with black embroidery for you, and one purple with silver embroidery for Jesper.  Seeing him in a kefta took your breath away, and you had to use your power to slow your own heartbeat to keep calm.  “Don’t you look dashing?” you said as you entered the common area.  “Why, thank you,” Jesper said, fastening the front of the garment and turning to face you.  He froze when he saw you, overtaken by your beauty.

Your hair was pulled into an updo, eyes darkened and lips painted red to match your kefta.  “Wow… Y/N, you look…. Wow.”  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” you said, a smirk on your face, but your heart felt like it could burst.  “Come on, Kaz will kill us if we’re late.”  Laughing, you took his offered arm, leaving the Slat and walking the streets of Ketterdam.

Kaz was very clear: as soon as you were on the right street, the act began.  Jesper, to his credit, played his part extremely well.  His arm came around your shoulders, his lips pressed to your temple, sending sparks throughout your body.  “Hello!” Jesper greeted the bouncer.  “I believe we’re expected for our anniversary?”  You leaned into Jesper’s side, allowing him to kiss your forehead, and the bouncer smiled.

“Of course!  Congratulations!”  “Thank you,” you said, voice slightly dreamy, and to your surprise, it wasn’t forced.  It was pointless to deny it, you were in love with Jesper Fahey, your heart racing whenever he was near.  And tonight, you got to be his girl, even if it wasn’t real.  He led you into the club, taking the offered glass of kvas from an attendant.  Jesper found a corner booth, sliding in after you were seated, keeping his arm around you.

“We’ll let Nina in soon,” he said, sipping his drink.  You nodded, snuggling into his side a bit, completely subconsciously.  Jesper only smiled, adjusting his arm so he was holding you against his side.  After a few minutes, Jesper rose and went to let Nina in.  He soon returned, placing his arm around you again.  “Now we wait,” he said, absentmindedly kissing your temple.  Your heart was pounding, overwhelmed by Jesper’s proximity and the affection he was showing you.

Was it real?  No, you knew that, but it was nice to pretend it was.  It was easy to imagine that it was just an evening out with your boyfriend, that you’d return to the Slat and fall asleep in each other’s arms, but that simply wasn’t reality.  The pair of you remained in the corner booth for hours, waiting for Nina’s signal, and the entire time, Jesper played the doting boyfriend to a tee.  He got you drinks, he kept his arms around you all night, telling you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you.  Partially for the sake of appearance, but mostly because he wanted to.  He might not get another chance to say these things, and he wanted to say them while he could.

Jesper was gently stroking his hand up and down your arm, a warm feeling filling his chest.  He was in love, anyone with eyes could see.  He’d pretended to be someone’s boyfriend, someone’s husband before, but it was clear to someone who knew that it wasn’t real.  And Jesper knew that if Kaz or Inej were here, they’d see that he truly felt the act he was putting on.  He’d had you in his arms for nearly 2 hours now, and if he didn’t tell you how he felt, Jesper would never forgive himself.

“Y/N,” he began praying to the Saints that this would end well.  “Yeah?” you responded, twisting in his arms to look at him.  “How good of a fake boyfriend would you say I’ve been tonight?”  You felt your face heat up, and you played with the cuff of your kefta.  “The best,” you answered, truly meaning it.  Jesper had been everything you could have ever wanted in a boyfriend; he was sweet, he was adoring, he was handsome, nice, strong, protective, the list went on.

“Really?”  “Yeah,” you said, meeting his eyes.  “You’re a great fake boyfriend.”  “Maybe… Maybe I could be a real boyfriend?”  Your eyes widened and your heart leapt into your throat.  “W-what?”  “I’m in love with you, Y/N, and I’ll spend the rest of my life telling and showing you how much I do.”  “Oh Saints, is this real?”  “Yeah, love, it is.  Haven’t you felt how my heart races when you’re near?”

You hadn’t, having been too focused on keeping your own heart in check, but now that he mentioned it, you felt it, his heart banging against his ribs at a rapid pace.  “I feel it now,” you said.  “And mine does the same.”  You breathed deeply, unable to keep the smile from your face.  “Yes, Jesper, I’d love for you to be my real boyfriend.”  He beamed, pulling you closer to him.  “Saints, I love you Y/N.”

And he kissed you, lips soft and warm against yours, one hand cradling your neck, the other resting on the small of your back.  The kiss might have lasted minutes or hours, you couldn’t be sure, but you would have been content to kiss Jesper Fahey until the world ended.  But a fist banging on the table startled both of you, forcing you apart.  Nina stood before you, a package under her arm.

 “Suppose you didn’t see the signal?  I thought not; let’s go.”  She turned and left, her kefta fluttering behind her.  When you and Jesper didn’t follow; remaining in each other’s embrace, she shouted over her shoulder, “Come on, lovebirds!”  You began laughing, as did Jesper, and you got to your feet.  He hooked his arm through yours, kissing you again before leading you from the club.  Jesper was a good fake boyfriend, but you knew he’d be an even better real one.

[in-my-feels-probably]

INEFFABLE - Kaz Brekker 

Chapter Nine

If you would like to read this on Wattpad, it’s on there as well, my @ is in_my_feels_probably and there’s a few visuals and better descriptions and stuff on there. otherwise, enjoy, let me know what you think, and you can check out my masterlist for updates and more. don’t forget to read the prologue, it’s important to the story!

INEFFABLE – Kaz Brekker

ineffable (adj.) too great to be expressed in words, utterly indescribable; too sacred to speak of. 

Chapter Nine

Elham had successfully made it past the guards. Baghra was right, they had paid no mind to a random Grisha walking around the courtyard, instead scanning for unwanted guests. They had simply nodded at her as she stepped inside. She immediately had removed her kefta, discarding it in a random hall closet, left in only her dress, which she was sure she must have looked uncomfortable and out of place in.

She was now wandering through random passageways, trying to find her way to the ballroom. She was desperately trying to remember the blueprints Kaz had shown her, trying not to get caught, when she heard a voice.

“Are you lost?”

A chill ran up Elham’s spine, and she went rigid. It was the Darklings voice.

“You aren’t supposed to be back here, the fete is in the ballroom. Can I help you find your way?”

Elham tried to control her breath, willing the tears to stop falling. She quickly wiped under her eyes, finally turning to face him. He hadn’t aged a day. He gave her a soft smile, but it slowly faded as he seemed to analyze her face.

“Have we met before? What’s your name?”

Elham realized she must have looked much older than the little girl who had fled the Little Palace, and she stamped a smile on her face, trying to mask her fear.

“I’m so sorry, sir. My name is Anya. I needed a bit of fresh air, and I must have gotten lost. No, I don’t think we have met, it’s my first time at the Palace. And I think I would remember meeting a General. I hope you’ll forgive me for saying this, but it’s all quite...overwhelming. I didn’t mean to get so turned around, though, I just needed a minute.”

The Darkling’s smile returned, and he offered her his arm. “It’s quite alright, I’ll lead you back to the party.”

Elham hesitated, before taking his arm, stepping in place beside him. He began guiding them back to the party.

“Where did you say you’re from, if I may ask? You look terribly familiar, I must know your family.”

“I quite doubt it. I’m from a small town in Kribirsk, but my family is from Novyi Zem. We came into some money and my father decided Ravka was a better opportunity for us. Turns out he was right, I never imagined we would be invited to the winter fete. My father fell ill a few weeks ago, however, but he insisted I still come, meet good people.”

The Darkling smiled, patting her hand with his. They had arrived just outside the ballroom. “I’m glad you came. I hope you enjoy your stay, if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to attend to. Just go right through those doors, the party is in there.”

“Of course, thank you for helping me find my way back!”

He gave her a graceful nod, and turned down another corridor, leaving her standing still in the middle of an empty hall. She let out the breath she had been holding. She violently rubbed at the arm he had been holding, trying to wipe away his touch. He had been uncharacteristically cold to the touch, despite his warm greeting, and Elham could still feel his hand on her skin.

She caught her breath, calming herself as best she could. The Crows still needed her, and the plan wasn’t going to fail because she couldn’t keep her wits together. She headed into the ballroom, scanning the crowd of people for anyone familiar, or the Sun Summoner herself.

A guard came to stand next to her, clearing his throat.

“Sorry sir, I...saints, Kaz?”

He whispered next to her, barely looking in her direction, trying not to blow his cover. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you, you know the plan--”

He stopped talking, now fully turning to face her. His jaw clenched, and he slightly nodded his head, motioning for them to back away from the crowd, towards the corner of the room. “El, why are you crying?”

She reached a hand up to wipe under her eyes, and was surprised when she felt the tears on her cheeks. “I didn’t even know I was.”

“What happened?”

“We don’t have time for this. I’ll explain everything later, I promise, let’s just get what we came for and get out of here, I hate this place.”

He nodded, and Inej appeared next to them. She looked surprised to see Elham in the state she was in, but with a quick glare from Kaz, she didn’t even question it.

They stood in the corner of the room, watching the Grisha put on their little talent show the King had requested. As much as Elham hated this place, and she was sure she would have been miserable if she stayed, she almost missed her time there. Watching the Inferni bounce flames across the room had her in awe, and part of her wished she could be standing alongside them, showing off her talents.

Kaz looked unimpressed. “It’s reflective glass. Bounce the light into that, and people won’t know whether it’s coming or going.”

Inej rolled her eyes, stepping to another side of the room. Elham was about to follow, when she saw the Darkling, guiding the Sun Summoner through the crowd. Alina was dressed in a black kefta with golden embroidery. She was wearing the Darkling’s colors.

Elham decided it was better to stay away from the pair, not wanting the Darkling to catch on to who she was. Plus, as much as she hated to admit it, she somehow felt safer standing close to Kaz in the room.

Kaz would be no match against the Darkling or his favored Grisha if it came down to defending themselves, but he seemed to always survive improbable odds, and Elham was more than willing to bet that she would somehow make it out alive if she stuck by his side.

Alina stood behind the Darkling as he turned around, addressing the crowd. The room had fallen silent. “Her name is Alina Starkov. And she will bring liberation to us all.”

The Darkling stepped off the stage, and the crowd parted. Elham held her breath, shrinking back towards Kaz. The Darkling lifted both arms out, before swiftly clapping his hands together. Darkness enveloped the room. Wisps of black floated through the air. Elham could make out the Darkling turning to Alina, holding his hand out to her.

Alina stepped forward, and Elham was suddenly filled with a sense of hope. She didn't think Baghra would lie about such things, but hearing about a Sun Summoner and seeing one for herself were two very different things.

Alina put her hands together, calling the light. She slowly pulled them apart and held them steady, revealing a small sphere of light in between her fingertips. She bounced the ball of light from hand to hand, before creating another. Elham watched in admiration, a hand coming up to her mouth.

Alina pushed the light up and over the crowd, letting it reflect in the glass. She pulled her hands apart, letting light fill the room. Elham watched the Grisha around the room look at each other, smiling. She glanced over at Inej, who was absolutely beaming. Alina dropped her hands, and the Darkling released his hold, letting light fill the room once more.

The crowd murmured to themselves, some bowing down, some praying. Elham finally made out what they were saying, as she watched Inej mouth the words herself.

“Sankta Alina.”

Elham didn’t believe in saints, but even she was starting to question her beliefs. Alina may or may not have been a Saint, but she was powerful, and she was vulnerable, and Elham refused to let that kind of power fall into the wrong hands.

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Elham stood with a drink in her hand, close enough to Inej and Kaz that they could include her in the conversation, without her looking suspicious. To an onlooker, it seemed as if she was simply admiring a piece of art on the wall, or that she may have had a little too much to drink.

Elham swirled her cup, listening to Kaz explain his plan for flushing out Arken. He really had betrayed them, and now, he was going to meet an unfortunate end. It didn’t seem that unfortunate to Elham, however. A man who profits off the Fold and the poor souls lost in it was not a good man, and she wouldn’t mourn someone like that. She just wished that she could have been the one to watch him go herself. She quite liked a bit of poetic justice.

Kaz and Inej had started moving, and Elham slowly trailed behind them. Kaz approached Alina.

“Miss Starkov! We are to escort you to dinner. Could you come with us, please?”

“I thought, umm...well, actually I am quite hungry.”

Elham watched as Alina was led down the hall in her direction, when the Darkling stepped around the corner, standing too close for comfort. Elham quickly turned away from him, suddenly looking very interested in her drink.

“Thank you. I’ll take her from here.”

He led her away, and Elham quickly moved closer to Kaz and Inej, suddenly aware of the Darkling’s Grisha eying them from around the room.

“Alright, plan B. Scratch that, plan F. Stay on the target and meet me at the escape route. Elham, come with me, they’re onto you too. Act like you're asking me for directions, and I’m going to lead us to that corridor.”

She nodded, and Inej headed in the other direction. “He’s an Inferni. Don’t take chances.”

Funny, Elham thought. If it came down to it, this would be her chance to reveal to Kaz her powers. She dreaded the look of betrayal that almost definitely would come her way, but if it meant defending him against another Inferni, she wouldn’t hesitate.

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Kaz had led them through winding corridors, all the way to the chapel. Elham could tell the pace without his cane was killing him, she could see the grimace of pain on his face he was trying to hide.

“Kaz, I can--”

“Shut it, El. Hide. He’s coming.”

Kaz quickly ducked behind a pillar, and she dove down under one of the pews on the other side. Her heart was pounding, her mind racing. There was only so much they could do against an Inferni. Without having to create a spark, Elham could best him, moving quicker than he could. But she’d reveal her powers, and they were already unpredictable enough as is. She lowered herself closer to the ground, tucking into herself as the Inferni entered the room, scanning for them.

“You’re not supposed to be here, are you, limping man? You’re like a wounded spider in my house. You know what my sister and I do to spiders?”

The Inferni had gotten on top of the pews now, and was briskly hopping closer and closer to Elham across the top. She could hear him ignite his flame, and she sucked in a breath. She was at the front pew ducking down, ready to attack, when the Inferni jumped to the last pew, peering down at her.

Kaz leaped out from behind the pillar, clutching a piece of bannister, swinging it hard against the back of the Inferni’s legs, sending him tumbling down to the floor next to Elham, who quickly scrambled up and behind Kaz.

Kaz stomped on the Inferni’s arm, preventing him from raising his hands. “Unlike a spider, I only need one good leg. However, you look like you need both hands.”

He swung the bannister down on the man’s arm, sending out a nauseating crunch, along with the man’s scream of pain. Kaz pressed down harder, and Elham could hear the bone crack. She almost grinned. Kaz brought the bannister down once more, sending it cracking across the Inferni’s face, seeming to knock him out cold.

Kaz took a deep breath, stumbling back as he threw the bannister away from himself, turning to face Elham. He limped towards her letting out a groan, and she fought herself from reaching out to steady him.

“Are you alright, Kaz?” He just tiredly nodded in her direction, moving closer to her. She grinned, but as soon as she did, it fell from her face, her body going rigid.

“Kaz!”

Her eyes widened, and before Kaz could even turn to see what she was looking at, Elham quickly shoved her shoulder into his side, knocking him to the ground. She quickly moved to block his body with hers, hiding his frame from the Inferni’s sight.

He smacked the ground in shock, turning over to see Elham, raising her hands high, a flame erupting from her hands.

She was going to do this. She had to. The Inferni snarled, creating a spark, but Elham had already shot a flame across the room, it landing on the sleeve of the man’s kefta. His face scrunched in surprise, and he batted at the sleeve, trying to extinguish the flame.

Elham darkly chuckled, quickly advancing on the man. Kaz had sat up now, to see Elham raising her hands, sending one fireball after the other towards the man, all catching fire on his kefta.

The Inferni was screaming now, collapsing to the ground, but Elham didn’t waver. He was desperately rolling on the ground, clutching at his arms, but she just stood over him, bouncing a flame between her fingertips.

“You really shouldn’t have done that. I’m counting on seeing your sister later. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she realizes her brother died by his own power. I don’t quite like anyone threatening my family, so I’m sure you understand why it had to come to this.”

Elham’s grin had fallen from her face, replaced by a darkness that met her eyes. The Valkyrie had come out. “I’ll see you in hell.”

She raised her hands in one final swoop, sending a flame quickly across the Inferni’s face and throat, silencing his screams. His head lulled to the side, his eyes still wide open. He laid still.

He was dead.

Elham heard a gasp, and she quickly turned to find Inej now standing in the doorway, a hand covering her mouth. Elham let the flames recede into her palms, turning to face Kaz, who was now standing, staring at her with an unreadable expression.

Elham tried to find the right words. “I...I--”

Kaz stopped her. “You saved my life. The rest doesn’t matter.”

Elham sucked in a breath, feeling tears prick at her eyes, and Inej was suddenly at her side, cautiously placing a hand on her arm. Kaz directed his attention to Inej. “Get your Saint, and let’s go.”

Inej moved towards the exit, but Elham stood in her place, staring at the Inferni’s body on the ground.

“Elham.”

She didn’t move. Kaz was now at her side. “El! We have to go, now! You can explain the rest later.”

She just faintly nodded in his direction, letting him lead her out of the room and down the corridors.

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A/N - hi everyone, i hope you liked this chapter. i promise i have a lot of cool stuff planned, just bear with me, getting in some of these plot points without changing the story too much is a little hard. i should have another chapter out soon. let me know what you thought, feel free to comment or message with anything, and thank you so much for the support.