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ladytrollfishes · 7 years ago

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Dragon Age AU pt 2

Aka Dalish/Daginy’s part, but it got long so it’s part 1 of part 2

Aka Tang Regrets Not Naming These Things More Clearly

tw: child abuse, murder, kidnapping, torture, shit’s bad yall.

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Trouble was brewing, and fast.

The clan moves swiftly as it can as you run through it. Elrin and Horath round up the rest of the hunters to roll up the tents as Hahran Kilria ushers the children to the nearest aravel and put out the fires as Poleri leads the halla back in line. Jalran had broken hisleg after falling off a cliff just a week before- Telrali helps him along to get her to safety. Lentlas shoves weaponry at her apprentice as she hurries to pack up her workshop, gathering elfroot and raw ironbark into whatever chests and boxes are at hand.

The humans are coming.

The shemlen had wandered too far near the camp, and the hunters did as they do- they killed one of them as a warning. What they didn’t know was that he was the son of a lord- which Keeper Sariandi explained to you was something like the First of a clan, for the shem, and the Lord would want revenge.

You’ve heard all the stories about how little the humans care for the Dalish- you’re the First, after all, all the stories would be yours to look after one day- and you know the Keeper’s afraid the humans will come to kill you all.

“Daginy! Lethallen!” you hear Lystic call your name and you whirl around. “Aren’t you coming?” he calls.

“Keeper wants me!” you call, nearly tripping over your own feet as you turn back the way you came. “We’ll be there soon!” you call over your shoulder.

This end of camp is all but gone now, nothing but holes in the ground where tent poles used to be. You see Keeper Sariandi standing at the edge, already lifting her staff, brush and ferns sprouting at her feet.

“Keeper!” you call, as you run towards her. She turns slightly, and smiles, and you throw yourself in her arms. “You called for me?”

The Keeper holds you tight, and when you look up at her, her vallaslin traces the worried creases in her face.

“Yes, da’len,” she says. “I will need your help with the concealment spell. It will be faster with the two of us.”

You let her go, bounce back a few steps, and look at the trampled ground.

The concealment spell would grow forest brush, loosen the soil and make it look like the clan had never been here, and thus, much much harder for shem trackers to find you. It wasn’t a spell that took a very long time, but there’s a lot of ground to cover.

You’ve helped with this before, but never with such a tight deadline. You have to keep focus though. Your connection with the Beyond is stronger than Keeper Sariandi’s- you could do it faster, if you could just keep your focus.

Together, you swing your staves and chant, the power of the Beyond flowing through you, through your mind, your body and into the ground, awakening the life that lay sleeping beneath the earth.

You walk forward as the spell activates, watching as ferns and shrubs sprout and grow from underneath your staff. You see sweet briar and ivy, the new sprouts of willow and fir. The forest grows behind you as you and the Keeper hide the remains of your camp.

You’re so focused on your spell, that the noise almost skips past your notice, but the Keeper puts a hand out.

“Wait,” she whispers, ears swiveling and when you listen again, you hear the clink of metal.

It’s the humans. Your heart skips into your throat, and as you jump backwards, humans in armor charge.

“Da’len, run!” Keeper Sariandi cries, already casting. The forest you just created starts tearing its roots out of the ground, wrapping around the shem. You hesitate- you can run, disappear into the earth- but you don’t want to abandon your Keeper, and you hesitate a moment too long because one of the humans with a flaming sword on her chest leaps forward and a wave of energy crashes hard into your chest and knocks the wind- no- not just the wind-

It knocks the Beyond out of you. You’ve never not felt it before and you cry out as your connection shrivels.

You run but you as hard as you try, you can’t reach the Beyond. One of the soldiers barrels into the Keeper, knocking her to the ground. He swings his sword and there’s blood and you sob as a gauntleted hand grabs you and hauls you backwards, and an armored elbow tucks under your chin and pulls you hard against the metal chest of the shem.

These have to be templars. You’ve heard about how the shem keep their mages under lock and key and how they have chantry soldiers trained to counter magic. You never quite believed it until now.

You screech as you struggle, trying to kick at armored shins, yanking on the arms that hold you still.

“Hurry up,” the shem says, her voice clear and cold. “The cleanse won’t last forever and I don’t want to end up holding an abomination.”

An abomination? The shem word for abela lasa, you think. Would you do it? You’ve never ever been tempted, but you’d do it now if you could even reach the Beyond. Keeper Sariandi isn’t moving, even as the blood seeps from her neck and into the ground, and you just want her to pull that blood back in, somehow, and wake up and help you get rid of these shems, and if a spirit could promise that-

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” one of the templars grumbles.

Someone grabs your flailing arm and holds it out. What- what are they doing to you? You can barely see over the templar’s arm but you catch a glimpse of a metal cuff, thin, with inscriptions of some sort written on the inside and terrifyingly, a spike pointing inward right at the clasp.

You kick harder and try to pull your arm away, but the templar closes it around your wrist, the spike piercing skin, and it hurts- it hurts and you can feel it in your wrist, and it’s not coming out, you can’t take it out-

You shriek as the second cuff fastens on, the needle pressing into your wrist, and it hurts and it hurts. They pull your hands together and loop a rope through the metal rings that serve as the clasps and tie your hands in front of you, and finally, let go.

You collapse into the dirt, holding your wrists to your chest as they throb. Why did they do that to you? Chains with spikes on the inside? The shem were really as monstrous as the stories told. The templar holds the other end of your rope, and you wonder for a moment if they weren’t trying to enslave you again.

“Oi, cut me loose here, won’t you?” One of the shems who was downed by the Keeper’s spell still has a root wrapped around his legs. “The rest of them are still around here I reckon and I don’t wanna be trapped down by a damned root if arrows are gonna come slingin through woods.”

They want the clan. You have to warn them, get back to them somehow. You have to get yourself out of this and get help for the Keeper- what would the clan do without its Keeper and its First?

Keeper Sariandi still hasn’t moved, and you scramble closer to her as you can with your limited freedom.

It’s an effort that the templars ignore, and you crawl to her side, ignoring the pain putting weight on your wrists brings them. You put your shaking hands on her bloody neck when you realize her skin is already cold.

She’s dead.

“No no no no,” you mutter as sobs rise to your chest again. You can’t lose Keeper Sariandi. She was like your mother, she still had too much left to teach you, what would the clan do without her?

The templar that’s holding your rope turns her attention back to you, squatting so she can look you in the eye. She has cold eyes, bluer than you’ve ever seen a pair, and dark hair pulled back tightly.

“Where is the rest of your clan?” she asks.

They want your clan- Keeper Sariandi was right, they were going to kill you all. You weren’t going to tell them anything. You’re not going to say a word.

You look around at the human soldiers instead and count- there’s five of them, three of them dressed in rogue armor. It’s just a scouting party- they couldn’t take out the entire clan with just them.

This wasn’t the worst to come yet.

The templar reaches out and grabs you by the chin, and forces you to look back at her.

“Look at me,” she says with a patience that doesn’t quite match up with the strength of her grip on your face. You pull at her arm, lean backwards and you slip out of her grip. You aim a kick at her face and get a glancing hit- she hits back harder, her armored fist crashing into your cheek and knocking you back.

She reaches for you again and this time her armored hand closes around your throat. Not enough to choke you but she pulls you back up and makes you look at her again. You bring your trembling hands up to pry at her grip but you might as well lean on a tree to push it over.

“I won’t hurt you if you behave,” she says. “Now are you going to answer my question or not?”

The templar doesn’t look the least bit uncertain, her cold eyes boring into yours the promise of pain. You’ve never been more scared in your life. You’ve never felt so helpless, or alone.But you’d never give up your clan. You shake your head, the best you can.

The templar sighs, then grabs your finger and wrenches it backwards. White hot pain shoots up your arm as it breaks and you scream. She lets you go and you curl up in the dirt, cradling your hand as best as you can.

“Hey hey Aubade, c’mon,” one of the other soldiers say. “They’re just a kid, you don’t have to go that far.”

“The sin of magic knows no age,” Aubade- her name is Aubade- replies. “Besides, pain is the only thing these Dalish parasites will understand.”

You tremble on the ground as you try to figure out your next move. Can you use your magic yet? Without it, you don’t pose much of a threat at all,

You close your eyes, and catch a glimpse of that familiar feeling again, but there’s nothing. You’re completely cut off.

What did they do to you? Was this permanent? The templars talked like it was going to wear off- no- if it was permanent the shem would have amputated all their mages long ago.

It had to be- it had to be the metal cuffs. The spikes digging into your wrist- they have to be causing your connection to the Beyond to wither. You’re helpless, until you can take them off.

The templars finish pulling their friend out of the roots when there’s a chorus of whizzes and thuds and arrows sprout from the trunks of trees, clink off plate armor- one of the soldiers collapses, an arrow in the throat. It’s the hunters- they came looking for you.

Aubade lunges for you as you scramble towards them, grabbing you and pulling you up to use as a shield as you struggle, as a row of hunters emerge from the top of the hill, all with their bows drawn.

“Let them go.” It’s Elrin, the lead hunter. She steps forward slightly, her bow trained on the templars. “And maybe we won’t kill all of you worthless shem. Hiding behind a child?”

“They killed her!” you cry out. “They killed the Keeper!”

You see the notches of the hunter’s bows rise and fall as the news ripples through their ranks.

Aubade puts a dagger at your throat, and you still, feeling the point of the blade prick right under your chin.

“A single arrow gets loosed,” Aubade says. “We’ll kill this one too.”

“And then you will all die,” snarls Elrin. “Unless you are foolhardy enough to think you will win this fight.”

“No,” she replies. “But more of us will come, and you will be down both of your mages. Let us go in peace and perhaps you will see this little one again.”

She scores a thin line across your throat and you whimper as you feel blood dripping down your neck.

“Stop!” Elrin says. You can hear the note of fear in her voice. “Stop it!”

The blade pauses, and for a moment the battlefield is silent, then Elrin says, “Fine. But you must release them to us when you have retreated to your city. No further harm must come to them.”

“Agreed,” says the templar, and you watch the line of hunters recede as she drags you backwards into the woods.

As soon as you’re out of sight, one of the soldiers starts cackling. “Oh Maker, I saw my life flash before my eyes,” he says. “I think I need a fresh pair of trousers! Gotta credit you with that cool head of yours, Aubade.”

She ignores him, as she marches you forward blade still at your throat.

“If you try anything, little one,” she murmurs, singsong in your ear. “I’ll slit your throat open and give your corpse back to your people. Nod if you understand.”

You nod, breathless. You know there are hunters following you, watching, and if she follows through on her thread, the party of soldiers will die, but so will you. You don’t think it’s a bluff. You don’t think Aubade bluffs.

You walk for what seems like hours, Aubade never letting the blade stray from your throat. Your broken finger throbs and your wrists hurt and all you want to do is go home, but if you think about Keeper Sariandi- your hands are still sticky with her blood- you’re going to cry, so you just focus on moving one foot in front of another. It’s all going to be over soon.

You’ve never seen a human city before. Keeper Sariandi always made sure to steer the clan far away from known human settlements. You’d only gotten so close to Denerim because you had been trying to reach the fords of Amaranthine.

As it is, you gasp quietly when you see the walls. They’re enormous. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything so big. They’re as tall as three or four aravels piled on top of each other. There’s stone tents- buildings, the Keeper called them- jutting up out from behind the walls because it’s built into the mountain. You never realized shem could build cities were so big.

You’re hauled out of the forest towards the city when you hear Elrin’s voice again.

“Let them go,” she says. “Run back to your city.”

Aubade whirls you around, clutching you close, the flat of the dagger pressed against your throat. You can’t see the hunters, but you know that they’re there, and that they’re going to do their best to take you back.

“So you can shoot us in the back before we reach the walls?” Aubade says. “I don’t think so. I will release them at the gate.”

“Careful, shem,” Elrin warns. “My arrow will find your throat if you make one wrong move.”

“I will bring up the rear,” Aubade replies. “My companions will go through the gate first, and then I will. Then you can have the child back.”

Elrin emerges from the trees, bow pulled taut, her face tense and drawn. There’s probably a dozen other hunters, still hidden in the trees.

“Then go,” she says.

You meet Elrin’s eyes and hold your gaze as you walk backwards, led by the templar. She paces closer, giving you the slightest nod and glancing up at the wall, which you guess has warriors and archers posted up too.

If only you had been paying more attention- if you hadn’t hesitated- you wouldn’t be endangering Elrin and the rest of the clan now.

The shadow of the wall extends further and further out in front of you as you get closer and closer to it. It’ll be over soon, you repeat to yourself. It’ll be over soon.

You hear the creak of dead wood and the squeal of metal on metal- the gates, you think. Aubade takes the blade from your throat and you brace yourself for a shove forward-

Her arm wraps around your throat instead, and she’s dragging, dragging you backwards as she runs and hauls you bodily with her.

Elrin gives an outraged scream and fires, and so does a dozen other arrows. Aubade grunts as one finds its mark- another one grazes your stomach, leaving a bleeding streak, as she pulls you past the gate and throws you to city streets.

“No!” you scream, scrambling to your feet and hurling yourself towards the gate, but one of the soldiers catches you, looping his arm around your neck, throwing you face first into the ground and pushing you down. You can’t stop from screaming when you land on your broken finger and the cut across your middle, and you sob helplessly into the cobblestone.

It’s not fair, she said she was going to let you go, she took away your magic, they killed Keeper Sariandi, you can’t fight adult soldiers without your magic, this wasn’t fair.

“Shit, Aubade,” says the soldier pinning you down. “Didja ever plan to let the kid go?”

“Of course not,” she says. “The teryn wants that clan exterminated, and they thought I would give them back their greatest weapon?”

They were going to hunt your clan down. They were going to kill them all. You have to- you have to do something, but the most you can manage right now is struggle.

“Well what’re we gonna do with them now?” he asks. “The Circle?”

“They’re young,” Aubade says, reaching a hand back to find the arrow in her shoulder. “I doubt they’re older than eleven. They will adjust.”

You’re not eleven. You’re fifteen, only three years away from getting your own vallaslin, and while getting mistaken for younger normally that rankled you, you think it might have just saved your life. They could have cut you down like they did the Keeper, spilled your blood over the ground. You bite your lip, hard.

You’re not going to beg. These shem wouldn’t give you two copper pieces for begging, and at the very, very least, you were going to keep your pride.

You were still alive. You were going to escape. You were going to find your clan. You were going to make it out of this somehow.

This wasn’t over.

This wasn’t even close to being over.

#daginy drabbles #dragon age au

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 6 years ago

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Aubade

Pairing: Fallen! Berkut x Reader x Witch Rinea

Prompt: Write-o-ween; Aubade, noun; a song greeting the dawn; a song about lovers separating at dawn

Description: Your scream was an aubade to the morning you would never get to see; your pain evident to those by you. Still, Berkut and Rinea smiled on. Soon enough, the three of you would be together again. Stronger than any time before. And with the power of the War Father, nothing would ever threaten your happiness again.

Rating: Sfw

Word Count: 2470

Notes: yall remember that one time Berkut sacrificed himself to duma? I do, and I sure do love me an angsty character to work with too. Here’s to write-o-ween day 4…. which, to be fair, I slept like all of the 4th and 5th, I might be sick. Me, halfway through writing this; but what if Rinea too?

I hyped this up to a lot of people, so I hope you all enjoy it!! It was a lot of fun to write and….. I’ll probably end up doing more duma faithful sov characters bc…. wow. This is kinda yan yan so it will be tagged as such!

Edits: Reblogging to celebrate Fallen Berkut in Feh! Also editing for grammar, tone, and stuff but in addation, I also added like some new stuff to it, about +700 words of never before seen content! I highly recommend you reread it!

The nights had never felt so long, not even in the depths of winter. You wanted to the break of dawn to save you, to calm you with its sweet light, but even then, would you be safe? Would you be able to see its guiding light? For now, the darkness was your shroud; here you were protected, hidden safely. But still, his chuckle resonated. It shouldn’t have happened this way. You ran away from fear of him but it was that very same fear that brought you here.

Duma’s power was to be feared; when you left Berkut, he wasn’t yet under its influence. In fact, it was only just after Fernard joined the two of you, you knew you had to leave. As much as you loved Berkut, your morals drove you to fight against your own homeland of Rigel. You loved your homeland, prided yourself on serving it; but how could you fight with it, if the best thing for it was to fight against it?

So you took arms with the Deliverance after Fernand left them; you weren’t much, simply a mage who defied the land and people that brought you up. At first, it was only Rinea that knew of your leaving, but of course, Berkut soon found out; such a thing was impossible to hide for long. You dared not think of the hell that was paid due to your choices but it something you felt had to be done.

It wasn’t long before you had to fight against Berkut himself; certainly not the first time for the Deliverance but your first time fighting the man you loved. Words failed to describe the gut-wrenching feeling you felt on the battlefield that day. You couldn’t look him in the eyes yet you felt you couldn't leave them when his smoldering gaze met yours. It was a battle you didn’t like to think back on but could never seem to forget.

You didn't know how to feel upon reaching Rigel Castle, at fighting the man you called King and thought of as your own uncle. Fighting him was hard enough but knowing Berkut lie ahead, with Rinea there as well filled you with a familiar feeling of dread at this point. You had come this far with your cause in heart though; to give up now would be to have everything be for naught.

Below castle Rigel lie the depths of Duma Tower; during your time there, you never dared to go to the place yourself. Whenever you neared it, it always pulsed with an ancient and fearsome power. It was not something to be taken lightly and you were one to know when to back down. But now the Deliverance was forced to take this path, forced to know Berkut was down there, waiting for the lot of you.

Fernand had appeared first, his words weak but his tone so scared. He warned you what was to come; what Berkut had done, what had before of him and Rinea. You wondered if this was the last time you would see him alive; whether that was because he took your life, or his was taken, you didn't know, but Duma Tower bore down on you with an ominous aura that told of devastation and ruin.

You could have never expected this though; the two people you cherished most, twisted by Duma's horrible power. And just what that power meant; you had fought side by side with these people for months, and knew just how strong there were. Then again, you knew of Berkut's power, even before Duma's curse ran through him. You had to hope beyond hope that the Deliverance could end this; put Berkut and Rinea out of their misery and end the reign of Duma in Rigel once and for all.

But you doubted Berkut's fury, Rinea's new bloodlust. You doubted just how much they would do to get you back. You couldn't watch as your allies were slain around you; Mathilda and Clive, desperate for revenge for their fallen friend, gone too soon. Gray and Tobin, underestimating just what Duma's power meant. Luthier, sacrificing himself so that Delthea might see another day. Slique, Kliff, Forsyth, Clair, Mycen; the burned and battered bodies piled so high that you couldn't bear to be before that infernal flame anymore.

It was you they wanted though. Berkut's cries and Rinea's screams told everyone as much. Every attack, every kill; "This is all for _____", "You took them from us!", even "You've tainted them." It all became too much; they dared not attack you but attacking them was just as hard. It seemed something was preventing you from casting magic, and when you finally could dare to attack, your magic seemed to do nothing to them. Anytime they caught your gaze, you were pushed away as if a child who misbehaved; No, little lamb, they would say, soon we will our time together.

So you ran; it felt cowardly and wrong, but it seemed to be the only thing to do in that situation. You don't know how many of your allies survived then, if any, or how long it took Berkut and Rinea to notice, but it wasn't long enough.

How long could you hide in the endless halls of Duma Tower? If you could make it back to Rigel castle, you had a chance to escape but you knew there was no escape with Berkut and Rinea following you; you were lost, cowering with little more than the flicker of a far away flame as your only hope. You could hear them, calling out to you. Rinea’s dulcet tones, Berkut’s sweet baritone. You could pretend things were as they were before this cursed war. But their words were anything but sweet. They sang of sacrifice, of ruin and of a crazed god’s ancient power. With it, words of love, of longing. How they missed their dear _____, how they only wanted you to be with them forever, all would be forgiven in the eyes of Lord Duma, why not just give into him and be with them forever? It was a tempting offer given the circumstances, and more than once you found yourself asking why you didn’t just give in. But there was a world to save, people other than yourself to consider. You already failed to protect your allies, it would be a shame upon their sacrifices to give in to them now.

“There you are.” You hadn't known when you shut your eyes, but they shot open with a soft gasp as you heard Berkut speak. He kneeled to your level, far too gentle in his movements. “We’ve finally found our lost little lamb Rinea.” Your eyes were wide, barely able to take in her new form now that she stood so close to you. Berkut remained much unchanged, but Rinea was far from what she used to be. Still, she held much the same beauty she did before. If the situation weren’t so dire, your gaze might have followed her in a loving stare like it used to in times past.

“We missed you.” Rinea kneeled before you gently, you could feel she gave off a faint heat. Her hand reached towards you, but you cowered from her touch; still, she wasn’t deterred, and her hand went to cup your cheek. Where you expected her touch would burn the skin from your face, you found instead her touch was a comforting, welcoming warmpth. It was the kind of embrace you wouldn’t mind being wrapped up in. “Do you really think we would ever hurt you, love?” You couldn’t find your words, but you managed to open your eyes again. They both held such loving gazes, in such juxtaposition to who they were, what they had done. Their smiles may have been sweet, but the fire around them couldn't burn the blood they had spilled.

“I missed you too.” Those were not the words you wanted to say, but they tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them or think to say different. “But… this isn’t you, is it?” Your voice was a whisper, tone so soft and sad that perhaps, for a moment when they looked at you, some semblance of their former selves came through. It was only a flash though, a moment far too fleeting for your tastes. You wondered, then, did they even hear you over the crackle of the flame? Did they really see you, or another soul for their War Father to consume?

“Nonsense, of course, it's us.” You could fool yourself at Rinea’s words but reality burnt you every time you looked into her smoldering gaze.

“You’ve grown stronger since we last fought, love.” Berkut’s hand grabbed one of yours; he spoke in a tone that seemed he was almost proud of you. You didn’t pull away from his touch, even if the metal of his armor was far too cold when paired with the warmth of Rinea’s hand. They were a comfort from another time, one you longed for once again; one you would never get to truly relive. “But aren’t you glad our fight is over?” His words were so soft, so unlike the way he spoke to your allies before. A softness reserved for you and Rinea alone; somehow it was more painful to know he still possessed it.

“But it's not.” There was a crack in your voice, in your will with the shake of your head. “Duma has turned you both into husks of your formal selves. You've carelessly slain the innocents who fought to free this world...” You shook your head softly, not daring to utter how much your cherished those men and women. You Rinea’s warm presence leave. Berkut’s hold on your hand only tightened.

“Innocents? They stole you away from me--From Rinea and I! Maybe if I had your strength by me, this could have been avoided _____.” Berkut’s chuckle was low, his grip only growing stronger as his words grew darker. You couldn't shrug his hold on you off, not with Duma’s power coursing through him. Your hand would break in no time if this continued. Despite this, the dark feeling of guilt tore you up more; would Berkut and Rinea still be themselves if you had stayed? Was it really your act of leaving, of allying up with Alm and the Deliverance that pushed him over the edge? You didn’t want to mull on the thought, but it consumed you. Were you really the reason for their descent to madness?

“There’s still time to make this right, lamb.” Rinea’s voice tore you from your thoughts, your wide eyes trying to take in all of her blazing beauty. “There’s still time for you to come back to us.” Horror etched its way on to your features, crawling over you like a chill on your spine. You couldn’t do that, never would you let yourself be a pawn to Duma.

“Rinea was hesitant at first, too.” Berkut’s voice came as he saw your dawning horror, his hand has softened it's hold on yours considerably but your hand now throbbed with the erratic beat of your heart. “But you have the both of us, now. There’s nothing to fear.” His charm and sweet tones were misleading, guiding you to a false sense of security. You quickly rose to your feet, fear guiding your movements.

“No, no I can’t do this. I won’t, and you can’t make me!” You raised your voice, but had already driven yourself into a corner; it was only a matter of time before you fell subject to their will.

“There’s no need to fret dear, we’ll be there with you.” Rinea was too calm as well, only adding to your panic.

“No, please, have mercy.” You didn’t care to wipe tears that fell from your eyes.

“This is Duma’s mercy, ____.” Berkut’s smile felt unnatural, Rinea’s gaze too unnerving. Without much thought, you wormed past the two of them, farther into the infernal depths of Duma’s tower. You weren’t long for wear, though, soon tripping in a room that was far to familar, lit far too bright compared to the rest of the tower. You tried to get to your feet again, but the weight of what tripped you kept you down. Wide, fearful eyes looked back at you. Tobin's vacant eyes stared back at you, Gray's scream caught in his throat as he bled out. Horrified, you backpedaled only to run into Mathilda, gaze fiercely even in death. Strewn all around you where the fallen bodies of comrades you were too weak to protect, too scared to fight with. You couldn’t look, you didn’t want to. You closed your eyes, willing it all away.

“Come now love, dry those tears. You knew it had to be done.” Rinea’s voice was in your ear, calming and sweet as always.

“What did you expect from the wolves that took you from us?” Berkut was on your other side, his voice low; all the time with you lost to these people sickened him.

“Please just end this.” Your own voice was raw, emotion seeping into your words. “This isn’t the world I wanted, this… this should have never happened.” Why couldn’t you just be happy with them?

“You’ll feel better soon, dear. All the pain you feel now will be in the past.” Berkut gently picked you up; you tried to protest, but he had already proved his new power was something you couldn’t fight.

“You’ll be just like us. Stronger. And… we’ll all finally be together again.” You could see the light beyond your closed eyes, the room grew hotter with your quickened breathing.

“No, no I don’t want this!” You thrashed in Berkut’s grasp, anything to free yourself from his hold. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go! You had gotten so close to saving everyone!

“You’ll feel better soon, love.” A tender kiss placed on your forehead by Berkut.

“We’ll await you when you're reborn anew.” A warm touch to your heart by Rinea; bitterly, you wondered, if you would even have a heart in another moment.

You opened your eyes in time to be met with the colors of the fire. Reds, yellows, and oranges danced in your gaze as you were ever so carefully lowered into the scorching flames. It seems Berkut wasn’t affected but the fire, but you could feel its terrible grasp all around you. Your scream was an aubade to the morning you would never get to see; your pain evident to those by you. Still, they smiled on. When they had you once more, you would be better, stronger. And theirs once again; with nothing in this world able to take you away once again.

#write-o-ween #berkut x reader x rinea #berkut x reader #rinea x reader #fe berkut #fe rinea #fe echoes #fe sov #I adore this so much I hope its well revived heheh #yandere

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