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herrscherofinsanity · 1 year ago

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Anything for you

Summary: Nayeon would do anything for her girlfriend, even getting over some of her biggest pet peeves.

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Im Nayeon x fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: This is me being kinda back. In honor of Twice's 8th anniversary I wanted to write something for my ultimate bias; I'll be back simping for the aespa girls soon, I have lots of ideas... I just need to find time to write them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and also thank you for reading!

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“Hey can you pause the movie for a second? I really need to go to the bathroom”, Momo whined as she got up from the couch making the other girls groan.

“You always do this!”

“It was just getting to the good part!”

“Can we kick her out?”

“Is one night of peace and quiet too much to ask?”

You chuckled, watching the chaos unfold; a warm feeling spreading through your chest when you felt your girlfriend’s arms wrapping around your waist in a tight hold. You turned your head towards her, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

“You find this amusing?” Nayeon whispered, not wanting to draw unwanted attention towards the two of you.

“I do” you whispered back, a playful grin on your lips, “you girls have quite the bond, I’m jealous”.

“There’s no need to be jealous, babe” she said, kissing your cheek “you’re my favorite anyway”.

Before you could reply, another voice cut you off. “What do you mean she’s your favorite?!” Chaeyoung complained, wanting more drama to unfold.

“Jihyo, the couple is being annoying… again”, Tzuyu said.

“Oh, leave them alone” Sana said, your girlfriend sent her a grateful smile, but Sana’s sentence wasn’t over yet. “Nayeon can’t help the fact that she’s whipped”.

The members laughed, teasing the two of you relentlessly. Your girlfriend shot you a defeated look, so much for spending a relaxing time together without any interruptions.

“What are we talking about?”, Momo asked as she made her way back from the bathroom.

“Nayeon being stupidly in love with y/n” Jeongyeon replied nonchalantly; your girlfriend silently sulked behind you.

“If you don’t mind, can I ask you two something?”, Mina looked towards you, a curious expression on her face.

You sent her a gentle smile, encouraging her to ask her question.

“When did you realize you were in love with each other?”.

An innocent question, but you felt as if you were about to go into cardiac arrest with the way your heart dropped. Nayeon wasn’t that far behind you, she felt as if the living room started spinning. On the other hand, both of your reactions left the girls feeling clueless. Why were you being so awkward? Surely you two had already… wait.

“W-well, we haven’t-” Nayeon began.

“Actually, I know the answer to that question!” Jihyo exclaimed, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“What could you possibly be talking about?” Nayeon hissed, shooting her fellow member a suspicious look; the whole interaction caught your attention.

“I would also like to know” you cleared your throat “…please”.

Nayeon looked at you with what you could only describe as pure panic, “baby, I really don’t think-”.

“Jihyo! What are you stalling for?” Jeongyeon exclaimed.

“Yeah! Go ahead and tell us!”

“Okay!” Jihyo exclaimed, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Gather ‘round kids! This is the story of how I realized Nayeon was without a doubt, head over heels in love with y/n!”.

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Two months ago.

"You can't be serious".

"I swear! They kept calling us 'wig group', Sana was about ready to lose it" your girlfriend, Nayeon said, her tone full of amusement.

You laughed at her story, not fully believing it, but still amused by how creative her fans could be.

Im Nayeon, better known as Twice’s Nayeon, but to you she simply was Nayeon; the same girl who nervously asked you to be her girlfriend 3 months ago.

You two were introduced by your mutual friend, Yeri who had spent weeks going on and on about how she knew the perfect person for you to go out with. You were incredibly hesitant, but you eventually caved and agreed to give Yeri’s friend a chance.

Nayeon surprised you in the best of ways; after your first date, you couldn’t help but agree with Yeri, she really was the perfect person for you. The loud girl carved a permanent place in your heart for herself and nothing could come between the two of you; not the hate comments, not your companies, and definitely not the malicious rumors surrounding your relationship. Being with Nayeon was definitely worth it.

“We should get going, babe”, she said with a sad smile “you have a photoshoot and I’ve got an interview; we can’t stay any longer”.

As if to mock her, right in that second it began to pour. Nayeon looked at you in shock, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the troubled expression she wore. You knew perfectly well you would have to find a way to leave the small caf�� you were currently hanging out at, your schedules depended on it, but still, a few extra minutes with your girlfriend couldn’t hurt.

“We’re going to have to make a run for it”, you sighed, the responsible part of your brain outweighing the not-so-smart one.

Nayeon looked at you with a frown on her face, her gaze kept moving between your frame and the raging storm outside. “You’re not wearing a jacket, y/n”.

You hummed, “it doesn’t look like this rain is stopping any time soon, we can’t afford to wait”.

“You’re going to catch a cold”.

“Maybe, but you know the deal, our relationship must not interfere with our careers” you rolled your eyes as you recited the same speech that had followed you around for the past month.

“Stay here”, she said sternly, “I’ll be right back”. You frowned, but followed her instructions. Not even five minutes later, Nayeon was back with a black umbrella in her hand.

“Where’d you get that from?” you asked her, she definitely didn’t have an umbrella when you got here.

“I just bought it” she grumbled, “I’m not going to let you get sick. Now come on, we really should get going”.

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Jihyo was currently waiting for the rest of her members to finish getting ready, they had an interview lined up and who knows what else might get magically booked along the way.

In an attempt to entertain herself, the leader unlocked her phone and tapped on the Twitter app. She mindlessly scrolled through her timeline, nothing truly catching her attention; that was until she came across two familiar figures.

Several pictures of her fellow member and her girlfriend greeted her. Now, Jihyo wasn’t surprised by the pictures in general; Nayeon, despite the countless warnings, was always going out of her way to show off her relationship. What truly surprised the group’s leader was the fact that the eldest member had an arm securely wrapped around you, her other hand too busy holding an umbrella in an attempt to shield you both from the rain.

An umbrella?

Before Jihyo could think about it any further, Nayeon made her way into the dorm.

The first thing the oldest Twice member did as soon as she got home was throw the umbrella somewhere far away from her, a sour expression on her face. Jihyo let out a loud laugh, not believing the sight before her very eyes; the leader’s laugh finally catching the other girl’s attention.

“You’re such a simp, Im Nayeon”.

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Loud laughs bounced back and forth across the Twice dorm and Nayeon wished she could disappear. What would you even say to that?

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Why did that make you realize she loves me?” the members gave themselves whiplash with how fast they all turned to look at you.

“You mean she never told you?” Dahyun asked.

“Told me what?” you asked nervously, Nayeon whined, wrapping you in an even tighter hug.

“Nayeon absolutely hates umbrellas, y/n” Jihyo explained. “She hates them so much, back when we were trainees, she used to wear a box on top of her head whenever it rained”.

“Even to this day!” Sana continued, “whenever our managers try to help her out with umbrellas she runs away” she giggled.

“But somehow all of that goes out the window when it comes to you” Jeongyeon smirked, “you have her wrapped around your finger, y/n”.

“Nayeon can’t have her princess getting sick” Momo teased.

The girls kept throwing jabs here and there, but you tuned them out, trying to focus your entire attention on your blushing girlfriend. You sent her a soft smile, she returned it immediately, feeling absolutely at ease once she saw that sparkle in your eyes.

“Do you really hate umbrellas that much?” you laughed.

Nayeon groaned at your question, feeling embarrassed all over again. “I do, I really really do”, she paused to steal a quick kiss from your lips, “but I love you way more”.

You beamed at your girlfriend, feeling on cloud nine when you finally heard her say those words you had been longing for.

“I love you too, Im Nayeon” you said, pressing your lips against hers in a sweet kiss.

“Jihyo! The couple is being annoying again!”.

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A/N: Everytime I think of a one shot I always have the idea that it will be roughly 500 words, and somehow I always end up going past 1k, oh well.

Thank you so much for reading! If you have any requests or anything like that feel free to let me know :)

#twice imagines #twice scenarios #twice x reader #nayeon imagines #nayeon scenarios #twice #nayeon #twice nayeon #im nayeon #twice fluff

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each-uisge-enthusiast · 4 months ago

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every locked tomb cav plays rugby in any modern au btw. issac also plays and him and jeannemary probably tried to petition their school to stop gender segregating the teams bc they wanted to play together. didn’t work (schools really like gender binaries over here) so they ended up joining a local club instead which is honestly just the better option to begin with. magnus only ever played for his local club but likes to tell the kids he swears he could have made the regional team at least (…love you king but probably not). gideon wants to join the black ferns, which is how i justify forcing her to wear all black. camilla absolutely got offered for the regional team (at least) but said no because that seemed like too much fuss. babs has what i’ve dubbed the rugby nose because he’s really good at getting his nose broken and the only reason his entire face isn’t on a lean is because he’s so annoyingly fond of staring at himself in the mirror that he has a bunch of little rituals to keep himself (mostly) symmetrical. colum was sort of a prodigy given that he’s got the resilience of a mule but never got to do anything with that because his weird family started hissing and screaming at the concept of him having personal dreams and aspirations. protesilaus is a mourned hero who was on track to join the all blacks (he was his regional captain) but dropped the sport entirely to spend more time on his family, his garden, and looking after dulcie after she had a nasty little illness flare up. marta. well i have a lesser grasp on her as a person but i think she’s either playing for her local club or regionally i do not believe her willing to make the national team. i think she’d say no. probably locally only, given that i fully believe she has a full time job doing something far too professional for me to comprehend.

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perihelions-crew · 2 years ago

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An often overlooked but heartbreaking detail (as all details in this series are) in GtN is the part where Gideon doesn’t recognize “one flesh, one end” as the cavalier oath. Sure, she’s never sworn it, but even someone who had never sworn it themself would recognize it if they had grown up literally anywhere but the Ninth. It’s a public oath that the necro/cav bond, which is such a fundamental tenant of their society rests on. It’s the House equivalent of not recognizing “do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife”

There are so few people on the Ninth that she doesn’t recognize a cornerstone of the Houses society, because its a cornerstone that depends on there being someone alive to swear it and the Ninth is dead

#locked tomb #gideon nav #gideon the ninth

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illisidifan · 11 months ago

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"As for Teacher's expression, well, that one was hard to fathom. In the end it was something like melancholy and something like resignation [...] Harrowhark asked, 'Teacher, was Lady Septimus so diagnosed?' 'Dulcinea Septimus was not meant to live to 25.'"

I swear to jod, Teacher 100% knew that Dulcie wasn't what she seemed.

And I'll never get over the fact that he of course knew the way the trials would end, what would happen to the cav's and when he talks about the third's "discrepancy", he mentioned that it would be "Only trouble at the end of the line, and trouble confined to them!" The *foreshadowing*.

I swear, this book gets better with every re-reading, I find something new every time, notice some new bit of connection to what will happen later, sometimes not even until the next book.

#tlt analysis #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #teacher #dulcinea septimus #gtn spoilers #gideon the ninth spoilers #the locked tomb spoilers #tlt spoilers #spoilers

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lavenderdreams22 · 2 years ago

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A Court of Dawn & Dusk - Azriel x Reader (part 7)

Summary: The mission that Y/N and Azriel are on doesn't go as planned. Y/N is reunited with a family member. They admit their feelings for each other after a heart stopping realization.

A/N: here’s part 7! Let me know if you want to be added to my tag list moving forward. I think we’re nearing the end of this series. I hope you guys love it ❤️

Warnings: blood, canon-typical violence, mentions of death/near death, angst.

*****

“I’m not finding anything here.” I said, scanning over the notes from my father's meeting with Amarantha. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that it was, in fact, just a harmless meeting about trade.”

“But we do know better.”

I shot Azriel an exasperated look, but my breath caught in my throat at the sight of him.

He was leaning against the doorway, his wings tucked in close to his body. He had traded the gold tunic for his usual leathers. His tan skin looked almost as if it were glowing as the midday sun formed a halo around him.

He smirked at me, letting his own eyes trail over me in my own set of leathers.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I turned back to the notebook in my hands. “Get in here and make yourself useful instead of standing over there staring at me like that.”

My father chuckled from behind his desk as Azriel strolled over to me, plucking the book from my hands and bumping my shoulder with his own.

“If there’s nothing there, we may just need to go now, see what we can find.” Azriel shrugged. “Who we can find.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for nightfall?” I asked.

“We could.” Azriel nodded, flipping through the pages before snapping the notebook shut. “But I don’t know that it would matter.”

“What about the element of surprise?” My father asked, reaching out for the book. Azriel handed it to him with a small smile.

“No one ever sees me coming.” He replied, all male arrogance and cockiness.

I rolled my eyes. “Well we can’t both be one with the shadows, Spy Master.”

He shot me a grin then, and I felt the blush creep up my chest and onto my chest.

“I swear to keep you safe as long as I am still living.” He threw an arm around my shoulder. “There’s room in the shadows for two.”

I shook my head. “Fine. Let’s get ready to move out.”

The bad feeling in my gut lingered, but I forced it aside. If I was with Azriel, what could go wrong?

*****

Everything had gone wrong.

“Leave me here.” Azriel choked, his wings and body shredded and bloody from the arrows that had been fired at us only moments before.

A glance told me they were ash. I cursed under my breath as he struggled to catch his.

I wasn’t sure the exact moment that this had all gone to shit, but one second we had been in the air, searching for any shred of proof that the Hybern soldiers or Amarantha had been through here, and the next we were being shot out of the sky. With ash arrows, no less.

“No.” I gritted as I pulled one of the arrows out of my own shoulder. The blood gushed into the sleeve of my shirt but I did my best to ignore the searing pain.

“Y/N, please.” He looked up at me, his eyes desperate. “Go.”

“I am not leaving you.” I tried lifting him, scanning the surrounding forest for a safe place to go.

About 500 feet to the right of us was a cave. If we could only get to it…

“Stop.” He growled. “I can’t protect you like this. Go get help.”

“Either get up and help me yourself, or we’re both going to die.” I gritted out, still trying to lift him. “I am not leaving you behind.”

For a moment, he didn’t move, and I started to worry that I would have to drag him behind me. But, after a few more heartbeats, he was struggling to his feet. Another breath, and he had thrown a shield over his wounds to stop the bleeding. I pulled his arm over my shoulder and forced him to lean most of his body weight onto me.

I struggled only for a moment before we were moving, quickly, toward the mouth of the cave. He grunted beside me every time I jostled him too much, but he was awake and moving. I praised the Mother for the shields.

“Just a little further.” I muttered, mostly to myself, but Azriel nodded anyway.

“They’re going to close in on us soon.” He groaned. “You have to get me into the cave and then leave to get help.”

I nodded, but did not speak a word. He wasn't strong enough to winnow. There was no way I could take him with me if I were to leave. And there was no way I was leaving him to his own devices in this state. Either we lived together or we died together.

He glanced up at me again, seeming to read the unspoken words in the set of my jaw. We reached the mouth of the cave before he could protest my decision.

“Keep your shields up.” I said as I gently set him down on the dirt of the floor of the cave.

He closed his eyes to collect himself, and I reached over him to pull the swords from the sheath attached to his leathers.

When he opened his eyes again, something had changed in his gaze. The way he was looking at me was angrier than I had ever seen him. His last effort to get me to save myself.

“You can’t take them all on by yourself.” He growled.

“I have to.” I placed a hand on his cheek and he leaned into the touch, his gaze melting into adoration. “Please, Azriel. Just stay down.”

He choked out a sob as he attempted to push himself up.

“Stay where you are.” I whispered, pushing him back down gently. “I’ll be okay.”

I was lying and we both knew it.

I stood and put a bit of distance between Azriel and I.

I sent a prayer to the Mother. If I die, please protect him and help him get home.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, I pushed my fear aside as a dozen of Hybern’s soldiers closed in around the mouth of the cave. Casting one last glance over my shoulder to Azriel, I raised the blade.

He had collapsed, his breathing shallow, but his eyes were on me: awake and alert. He couldn’t stop the terror that filled his eyes as he realized what I was about to do.

“I love you, Azriel.” I said, forcing back the tears.

He opened his mouth to reply, his eyes going wide. My own chest ached as I took what was most likely my last look at him, but I turned back to the soldiers still marching for me. Without another thought, I unleashed myself on them.

*****

Dropping the blade onto the blood soaked dirt, I heaved the contents of my stomach onto the grass outside of the cave. I had made sure that no one else was coming for us, but now that the coast was clear, I couldn’t hold it together anymore. These were the first lives that I had ever taken.

One of them had wounded me, the deep gash across my abdomen still bleeding profusely. I needed to get to Rhys. Needed to let him know where Azriel was before my wound inevitably killed me.

Winnowing to the lawn of the townhouse, I clutched my stomach. I didn’t have time to dwell on the distance I had been able to winnow. Before I could so much as move, Rhysand was there, the door to the townhouse thrown open so quickly it had come off the hinges.

“Where is he?” He asked as he looked me over, searching for injuries.

I was sure that I looked as bad as I felt, but I forced myself to stand up straighter.

I let him inside of my mind, and showed him what had happened. The soldiers, the ash arrows… Azriel.

“I couldn't… He wasn’t strong enough to winnow.”

Rhys nodded, disappearing into his own puff of smoke. A moment later, he was back with an older lady on his arm. He reached out a hand to me, and I took it, cringing at the blood on my hands.

*****

Rhysand paced at the cave mouth, the bodies of the soldiers I had killed still strewn about. Madja, as I had learned her name was, worked tirelessly to heal Azriel.

I stood close to one of the walls, focusing on keeping myself upright.

“You killed all of them on your own?”

I nodded.

“Any injuries?” He asked, his eyes landing on my abdomen as if he already knew the answer. And I was sure he did after his peek into my mind.

“Nothing that can’t wait.” But even as the words left my mouth, the world began to turn black, my vision tunneling. I swayed a bit, and Rhys reached out a hand to steady me.

“Show me.”

“No, I’m fine. Azriel is the first priority right now.”

“He will kill me with his bare hands if he wakes and finds out no one saw to you.” And I would let him. He replied, the last bit in my mind, as he held his hand out to me.

I shot him a look, and he raised his eyebrows.

You know it’s true.

He was right, of course. Azriel would absolutely tear everyone apart if he woke up and I was still covered in fresh blood, and he would burn the world to ashes if he woke up and I was dead.

I sighed, lifting my shirt so that he could see the wound. The black fabric, and the scent of the male's blood and my panic had done a great job of hiding the smell of my own blood.

The slice along my abdomen was still bleeding profusely. The Hybern soldier had nearly sliced me in half by the look of it. I pulled the blood soaked shirt down before pulling at the neckline, showing him where the arrow had struck my shoulder.

My vision began to blur again and I got the feeling that I was falling before Rhysand let out a curse and pulled me to his side.

“I’m fine.” I said again, trying to push away from him, my voice cracking.

“Are you?” He snapped, his usually calm demeanor slipping as he pulled me closer to him.

“I can’t…”

“Can’t what?”

“I need to go home.” I shuddered, trying my best to contain the tears that now lined my eyes. “He got hurt because of me. He is like this because of me. I couldn’t help him. None of this would’ve happened had I just stayed in the Dawn Court. He would be fine-”

“You’re wrong.” He cut me off.

“What?”

“You’re wrong. He wouldn’t have been fine.” Rhys glanced around at the dead bodies surrounding us. “And I would say that you did more than you think to help him.”

“Yes, he would have been fine. He wouldn’t have felt like he needed to protect me. He would have been more focused on the task at hand. If he had never met me, none of this would have happened.”

“No. Something had always been missing from his life. He told me so himself… When you came around, it was like that void had been filled.” Rhys shook his head. “When you two weren’t talking, I have never seen him so… lost.”

I looked back at Azriel, then. His face had settled as the pain that had been coating every feature finally started to ebb away as Madja worked.

“Let me help you.” Rhysand pushed.

I could only nod as the darkness that had been flashing in my vision finally took over and all consciousness slipped away.

*****

The sound of familiar voices filled my head, seemed to echo all around me. Rhysand and my father, both of them panicking as one barked orders and the other followed them. The sound felt distant and foreign as I made my way towards the blinding light in front of me.

My mother stood there, exactly as I remembered her, her hands extended to me, beckoning me forward.

When I reached her, she pulled me into a hug, smoothing my hair down.

“Y/N… My darling. You’ve grown up into such a wonderful person.” She said, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head.

I grinned, nuzzling closer to her. She still smelled like jasmine and fresh linen, and I took a moment to breathe her in.

“It’s not your time yet.” She held me at arms length and looked into my eyes, her feathery wings ruffling as they flared behind her. “You must go back. They still need you.”

With a wave of her hand, she showed me my father as he leaned over my body. The blood had begun to pool around me, and tears were streaming down his cheeks as he worked to knit me back together. Rhysand knelt on the opposite side of me, his own face pale and full of grief as he watched my father work.

Then the picture was swirling, showing me Azriel. He was still out cold, still on the floor of the cave that Rhysand had left him in to try and save my life. Madja had gotten him put back together and was now working on his wings. His shallow breathing had deepened, and I let out a sob at the sight of him.

“The male you love.” My mother grinned. “Quite the declaration.”

“I needed to tell him before…” I shook my head.

“You seem to have inherited your father's preference for those with wings.” She winked at me, trying to diffuse the tension. “He is very handsome.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is. Your mate.” Her voice had taken on the same tone as when she used to read me bedtime stories.

“He’s not my mate.” I said, but as the words passed my lips, my entire body seemed to shift backwards as if a thread on the other side was pulling at me. Yanking me back to him.

“You’ll find that even though you haven’t realized it, the bond is still there. He is already aware.” She offered me a soft smile.

Another wave of her hand, and the image of Cassian, Amren and Mor sitting in the townhouse, waiting and hollow-eyed, for any news about the state of Azriel and I appeared. Rhys hadn’t taken the time to fill them in. Most likely out of fear that we wouldn’t survive.

I blinked as the images she showed me disappeared.

“Go back to them, my darling.”

“What about you?”

“We will meet again.” She cupped my face in her hands, rubbing her thumbs across my cheeks. I felt like a child again as she wiped away my tears. “I am always with you. I love you more than all the stars.”

“I love you, too, Mama.” I said, a sob escaping me.

“Now, go.” She smiled. “My brave, beautiful girl.”

And I did, turning on my heel to go back to the land of the living. One last glance over my shoulder, taking in the sight of the mother I had lost, I smiled. With a hand over her heart, she bid me goodbye and the world went dark once again.

*****

I awoke in an unfamiliar bed, a blurry memory of a dream I had making my heart ache. The word “mate” rattled around in my head, and I shifted to sit up. Someone had brought me a glass of water at some point while I was out. Wincing at the pain, I peeled my tongue from the roof of my mouth and took a huge gulp of water, and then another.

When the glass had been drained, I plopped back into the mattress, throwing my arm over my eyes to block out the light.

I wasn’t sure how long I laid there like that when the sound of the door opening and clicking shut, followed by the rustling of wings, filled the room.

“Are you awake?” Cassian asked, pulling the chair that was tucked under the desk in the corner over to the bed.

“Yes.” I groaned as I moved to sit up again.

Cassian was there in an instant, stacking pillows behind me and leaning me back onto them gently.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, sitting down. “Your father said there would be quite a bit of soreness. You were nearly sliced in half.”

I shuddered at that, “I’ve been better. But I’ll be fine.”

We sat in silence for a moment as he eyed me. I could tell he was working through something in his mind.

“I know I’m a damn good trainer, but how in the hell did you manage to take down a dozen trained soldiers all by yourself?” He asked.

I shook my head, pushing the memory of them out of my mind. I hadn’t quite wrapped my head around the fact that I had killed someone, let alone twelve people. “I didn’t have a choice. It was either I won or Azriel died.”

Cassian only hummed before grabbing my hand, holding it tightly in his much larger ones.

“Thank you.” His voice was so soft, full of love and adoration. I felt the tears prick at my eyes just at the sound of it. “I know you didn’t do it for me, or for Rhys, or for anyone other than Azriel, but I’m grateful just the same.”

The tears fell, and I swiped at them with my free hand. “I would do it all over again. If I had to, I would have died for him.” I whispered.

“You almost did from the sound of it.” Cassian replied, squeezing my hand again.

“Cassian…” I shook my head. “I couldn’t… I thought he was going to…”

“I know, Y/N.” He smiled at me. “It’s okay.” He smoothed down my hair before brushing his thumb over my cheek.

I moved forward, ignoring the pain that lanced through me, and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. He chuckled before wrapping his arms around me just as tightly, avoiding my still tender wounds.

“Is he okay?” I managed to ask as I sobbed onto the sleeve of his leathers.

“He’s fine. He woke up this morning.” He rubbed a soothing hand over my back. “Madja got to him just in time.”

I loosened a shaky breath, grateful that I hadn’t been too late. “And his wings?”

“Good as new. There will be a few scars, but he will be in the air again in no time.”

“What about-”

“Y/N.” He cut me off, holding me at arms length so he could look into my eyes. “He’s asking for you.”

“He is?”

Cassian nodded. “Are you okay to move?”

“I’m fine.” I said, wincing as I tried to stand on my own. “Where is he?”

He playfully rolled his eyes as he helped me to my feet. My muscles, after days of not being used, felt stiff and I tried not to curse at the feeling.

“He’s a couple of doors down in his room.”

“Where are we?”

“House of Wind.” He opened the door, helping me into the hallway. “This was a guest room, but it looks like they tried to convert it into a storage space. We wanted to keep you close to him in case one of you woke up and went searching.”

I laughed, looking over my shoulder at the piles of books and boxes full of paper that had been piled along the walls.

“I didn’t mind. I was asleep.”

He snorted at that. “Sleeping is definitely one way to describe it.” He gestured down the hallway. “C’mon. Before he actually does try to come and find you himself.”

“He doesn't know which room I was in?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“No, we didn’t tell him because he would have been in there already had he known.”

I laughed and stopped in front of the door that he had gestured to. Pushing the door open, slowly in case he had fallen back to sleep, I felt my heartbeat speed up.

Azriel’s room was exactly how I had imagined. The furniture was all carved out of beautiful dark oak, intricate swirls and carvings all over the headboard and posters at each corner of the bed. The linens were all blues and blacks and grays, as if he had taken the very essence of the Night Court and brought it into his bedroom.

Though the room did look lived in, it was decorated sparsely with little to no clutter. The only thing that surprised me was the number of pillows he had piled on his bed. They almost swallowed him whole as he sat against them, a bowl of broth on a breakfast tray sitting across his lap. From the glower on his face, it seemed they had been forced on him.

As we entered, he looked up from his brooding and his eyes softened as they took in the sight of me still in one piece.

His shadows reached for me, curling around my shoulder, where he had seen me get shot, and around my abdomen, where he had, without question, been told that I had been injured.

Cassian cleared his throat after a moment of the two of us just gazing at each other.

“I’m gonna go check on things at the townhouse.”

Neither of us replied as Cassian shut the door, and we were both silent until we heard the sound of his wings beating in the distance.

“How are you?” I asked, taking a tentative step forward.

“Better.” He said, a small smile on his lips.

“Are you still in pain? Can I get you anything?”

“No, but you could sit with me.” He patted the space on the mattress next to him.

I crossed the remainder of the room, taking a seat on the edge of the bed by his feet.

The shadows whispering touches continued to search me, making sure that I was okay, that I had been looked after while he had been otherwise preoccupied.

“You’re healed.” He whispered. “Good.”

“Rhysand took me to my father.” I replied, watching the shadows wind their way around me.

He reached out, as if to take my hand, knocking the table a bit as he went.

I stood, hissing a bit at the pain from moving so suddenly, and grabbed the tray to move it to the desk across the room. The shadows that weren’t wrapped around me seemed to trail after me as I went.

When I took my place beside him again, he loosened a breath. “You’re still in pain?” He asked.

“Only a little.” I lied.

He pursed his lips, but didn’t press the matter.

“When Rhysand told me what had happened, I thought…” He whispered, taking my hand.

“I’m right here, Az.”

“I couldn’t protect you.” He squeezed his eyes shut, as if he were trying to push the memory away.

“You were the one that needed protecting.” I scooted closer, my hip bumping his.

“Rhysand told me… He showed me what you said. About staying in the Dawn Court.” He was whispering again, silver lining his eyes as he opened them and stared at me.

“Oh.”

“You know you’re wrong, right?” He whispered. “I wouldn’t have been better off without you.”

“I know, Az. I was just scared.”

“You are the brightest light in my life and the only thing that keeps me going most days.” He pulled my hands to his chest.

It was my turn for my eyes to line with tears.

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you before, and I wish I had because if you hadn’t made it… if I hadn’t made it and you never knew how I felt… I never would have forgiven myself.” He continued. I scooted closer still, ignoring the shooting pain.

“Az, you don’t have to beat yourself up.”

“Let me finish, or I’m not sure that I’ll be able to get everything out.” He said, squeezing my hand.

I only nodded, indicating that I was listening.

“I have loved you longer than I think I have realized. The reason I was so petrified when I realized that you planned to fight, that you weren’t going for help like I had asked… It was because I love you, too. I love you, Y/N.” He took a deep breath. “And I realized in that moment, when you were looking at me over your shoulder… you looked so determined, so fierce.”

I kept my mouth clamped shut, letting him work through whatever it was in his mind. My heart was pounding in my chest, so hard that I knew he could hear it just as I could hear his.

“I realized in that moment what you were to me.” His eyes looked so unsure as he squeezed my hand. “You’re my mate.”

The entire world seemed to stop spinning as the word continued to rattle around in my brain. All thought seemed to escape me as I just stared at him.

“Mate?” I managed to choke out.

He nodded. “I felt the bond snap into place on the floor of the cave.”

Mate. He was my mate.

The memory of the dream I’d had resurfaced, my mother calling him as such. Had that been a dream at all? Or had I really been so close to death's door that I really saw her, and she really told me that this wonderful, beautiful male in front of me was my destined partner.

“I don’t know how to say this.” He said, his voice thick with unshed tears. “But I think part of me knew what you were to me the moment you walked into my life.”

“We’re mates?” I asked, my voice sounding far away.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but it isn’t something I wanted to keep from you.”

“No, of course.” I reached for him, cupping his face in my free hand.

He let out a shuttering chuckle at the wonder in my eyes.

He tugged on the bond, and a grin spread across my face.

“Even though I didn’t feel the bond snap into place, I think I knew, too.”

“Really?” He asked. “I was worried that you wouldn’t want to accept the bond.”

“What would ever make you feel like I wouldn’t accept the bond?” I asked, my brow furrowing as his gaze fell to his lap.

He didn’t speak for a moment, and I tipped his chin up so that he met my eyes.

“I was worried you wouldn’t want to accept the bond because of who I am.” Azriel shook his head.

I mimicked him, shaking my own head. “I plan to accept the bond, Az.”

He squeezed my hand.

“How would I go about doing so? I know you have a different set of traditions than I do.”

“Our tradition is that the female makes and serves the male food of some kind.” Azriel’s face split into a grin, his eyes still watery. “But that can wait. For now, just lay with me.”

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I started worldbuilding for my hypothetical FE ROMHack and now it's everyone's problem

(It's not actually a problem I swear)

This world has no name. The kingdoms (as of now, there are just four) have no names currently. For now, I'll refer to them as their colours: Blue, Purple, Green and Grey. (yes, they're colour-coded, any character from one of these areas has the colour somewhere on them, no matter how big or small, so for example, our first duo, Wiljem and Valentin, are from blue; and our red and green cavs Hartwin and Dragomir, as well as the myrmidon Cydon are from the grey kingdom.)

For this, we're focusing on the Blue kingdom because that's the part I developed a little more than the others.

All info under the cut

CLIMATE- How is it and how are the people there adapted to it?

[Blue] is a very cold place, to the point it can and will snow on most days, and people stay inside at night if they can. However, it also has an extremely clear view of the stars and possibly even some galaxies if one does decide to brave the freezing temperatures and overwhelming darkness.

If wool isn't a farming thing for this kingdom, it is a highly valuable import to make clothes of and line them with. Fur is also a highly valuable material for lining an outfit, though due to hunting laws fur is only really on the clothing with those of a higher status- or a thief who would rob those rich people blind (Valentin).

The cold makes people highly resilient, and if they aren't and don't have shelter, they will most likely die.

TRADE AND ECONOMY- What sort of jobs are there? What goods do they import/export?

As noted, wool is a highly valuable material for this kingdom due to its requirement in making good-quality warm clothing. (I am going to have to research if sheep can survive in cold climates, my guess is possibly but also I don't know if they can survive what is essentially a tundra. They can survive Scotland, is that close enough?)

Lakes and the ocean tend to not actually be that frozen year-round, so fishing is a huge industry in [Blue]. However, due to the coldness of those lakes and the sea, any accidents can quickly turn fatal. There are laws in place to prevent overfishing and causing the extinction of the fish in this sea, especially since it's not just their meat that's sold- it's also the highly iridescent scales. To rich people, of course.

As far as this goes this is still very underdevloped and I will have to continue on this further.

CULTURE- Festivals, Religion, etc.

Ok so this part is VERY underdeveloped, only thing I really have here is the religion part

So there's these two dragons- neither are good nor evil they're neutral forces- the Aurora (ice) dragon and the Nova (fire) dragon. I haven't gotten much besides that ngl.

They disappeared off into the stars and it is believed that every person's soul joins them in the stars once they pass on (which does reflect some cultural beliefs of real life iirc I will have to study those too)

[Blue]'s royal family and church leaders don't tend to intersect, until Wiljem came along. Normally the first-born son, so Wiljem in this case, would be the ruler. However Wiljem has more affinity for being a priest, so while rule was supposed to go to him it'll go to his older sister when the king dies (and he's a fire emblem parent you know what will happen)

There is a specific mountain in [Blue] where the stars are clearest on very specific nights of the year, and every member of the clergy is supposed to make a pilgrimage to it at least once on one of those few nights. Even members of the church of the other kingdoms may join these pilgrimages to get a taste of the practices of [Blue]'s church.

Ok that's kind of all I've got for worldbuilding so now I'm going to list the current amount of characters we have for this kingdom:

WILJEM- The Lord of this hypothetical ROMHack (and plot in general)- a prince who in later life is meant to join the church. Uses staves and light magic.

VALENTIN- A thief who broke into the castle for his big heist at the worst possible time, but it led to him technically saving Wiljem's life so they've put that aside. Dresses like nobility despite not being so for... some reason (you won't get that reason though). Please, for the love of the Aurora and Nova dragons, don't bench him. He can be benched but he's important. (he also has a paired ending with Wiljem)

Wiljem's sister (currently unnamed)- Crown princess of the land. Kind, but rather stubborn and pushy. a Pegasus Knight.

Wiljem's father- King of [Blue]. In typical fire emblem parent fashion, he dies. Honestly I haven't gotten much besides that.

An unnamed Cleric who was going on a pilgrimage before the invasion and murder of the King- Held hostage by Leena, a mage knight of [Purple] and Aelius, a wyvern rider of [Purple].

yeah that's all I got for now cya

#cap rambles #Cap's hypothetical FE ROMHack #cap ocs #< that tag counts ok #They are my OCs #this technically came as a shower thought #but also I kind of enjoy it #my last worlds had no worldbuilding I'm glad to have some #please don't bench the level 1 thief

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