#eldarya hc

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HC where Leiftan gets sick from his daemon powers so he barely leaves his room because he's phisycally and mentally exhausted and MC takes care of him.

I had this thing in my story that if anyone gets exposed to demonic energy, their soul gets corrupted. Corruption is like a disease that basically "eats" someone from inside out. And anyone with a pure or regular soul can get this. Humans die fast while someone who's immortal or posses powers will live longer but it's painful.

I know that eldarya has its own rules but since everyone relocated to basically another world, there the rules changed.

I also know that in ANE Koori sort of helped Leif to go back to his angelic self but it felt a bit too easy, at least in my opinion.

Let me know if I'm talking bs. It's late at night and I can't sleep. 😅😅

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Zhurial ("Origins") — Eldarya NE Headcanons; 🌌🪻

In my headcanons, Nevra truly loves his culture. He values it deeply and feels genuinely offended when someone disrespects it, even unintentionally.

However, if you ask him if he misses living in Yaqut, he says no. Sometimes he feels nostalgic for certain things, like a favorite childhood dish. Nevra thinks the clothing is beautiful, Yaqut itself is magnificent, the food is delicious (it's usually quite spicy, which explains his love for hot food), and some of the traditions and events are fascinating. But overall, Nevra feels free and welcomed in the South.

He says the South gives him a freedom, especially to travel the world, that he could never have in Yaqut. This is one of the reasons he doesn’t miss living in his homeland. There's also the traditional conservatism in Yaqut.

Erika had also developed an affection for Nevra's culture after listening to him talk about it extensively, despite not being familiar with it herself. Some nights, before bedtime, Nevra taught her Qutarian words and phrases, accompanied by symbolic hand gestures, a Yaqutian sign language. He taught her "Nahari," meaning "my angel." Sometimes Nevra called her that.

The gesture involved tracing a delicate curve in the air, as if drawing wings, followed by touching Erika's forehead and tracing a line to her heart, symbolizing the soul-heart connection. Finally, he closed his hands into a shell, indicating possession. This term had a feminine and masculine version; the masculine version was "Naharu," but the signs were identical. Nevra shared popular proverbs:

• "La tahlam niram qabla shurukh" - "Don't count the stars before sunrise." (Don't anticipate problems)

• "Al-nar la yuhriq bila nar" - "Fire doesn't burn without fire." (Passion needs fuel; love needs love)

• "Kahluna tazhary fī al-ghasaq" - "Kahluna blooms in twilight." The purple Kahluna flower, native to Yaqut, blooms in darkness, symbolizing resilience. It thrives in challenging conditions. This proverb uses the flower as a metaphor for love, signifying that love can emerge even in turbulent times, like war.

Erika now understood why Karenn called her that. Her surname, Calluna, was the same flower. On Earth, Calluna meant simply "purple flower," and Erika had no idea it existed in Eldarya.

Nevra often speaks to Érika in his sleep, calling out to her and asking her to stay. He also tends to speak in his native language when irritated, cursing in Qutian or muttering to himself. Sometimes, he and Karenn converse in their native tongue. On missions, when Nevra and Karenn cannot make noise, they communicate through sign language from a distance.

In Yaqut, they wear accessories adorned with green crystals. Nevra wears a collar with the crystal, just like Orgelz. Maora wears a diadem with the crystal, while Karenn has various fragments of the crystal on his collar, cord, and hairpin. This green crystal, according to Yaqutian beliefs, brings protection. These emeralds are a divine gift from Ahrakar, the Guardian God, who protects Yaqut from desert monsters, and the emerald is said to ward off death. The blessed emerald's name is Ta'riz.

Nevra's favorite place in Yaqut was the Oasis of Goddess Nilah, deity of water and fertility. He would often sneak out of class to visit the Oasis with Karenn and his two close friends, Khayuna and Thorvos.

Nevra excels in various subjects, including Mathematics, Geography, and History. His father always pushed him to learn multiple languages. However, Nevra dislikes his Native Language class. He believes Mathematics is superior because it is universal and unchanging; 1 + 1 equals 2 regardless of time or place. Native languages, on the other hand, change over time. The way people communicated in 1500 is not the same as today. This is why Nevra dislikes this subject.

The economy of Yaqut is primarily based on the trade of unique and exotic spices used in cuisine and medicine. Precious metals like gold and copper are also extracted and used in jewelry and currency. Additionally, Yaqut is known for its diverse textile production and beautiful tapestries.

Kellinroe, Nevra's father, was a wealthy and influential figure in Yaqut, serving as a trusted advisor to the clan leader. His vast fortune was built on his lucrative mining ventures, which yielded rich deposits of gold, copper, and precious gems. For centuries, Kellinroe's shrewd business acumen and strategic decision-making enabled him to corner the market on Yaqut's most valuable resources, solidifying his position as one of the clan's most powerful members.

Maora, Nevra's mother, was a woman of exceptional intelligence, elegance, and strategic wit. As the matriarch of the family, she skillfully managed the household and its vast network of alliances, leveraging her charm and diplomatic prowess to maintain the family's social standing. Renowned for her impeccable taste, Maora was the driving force behind Yaqut's most extravagant balls, showcasing her talent for bringing together the clan's elite. Her razor-sharp mind and cunning enabled her to navigate the intricate web of Yaqut's society, ensuring the family's prosperity even after Kellinroe's passing. Some whispered that her sharp mind and cunning surpass even that of her late husband, whose legacy she deftly safeguarded. With grace and poise, Maora navigated the complex politics of Yaqut, securing her family's future through her impeccable judgment and unwavering determination.

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What would the guys from Eldarya Origins be like as parents? How many children would they have? Who was the one to bring up the idea first? How did they reveal it to their partner and to others? Or anything else you can think of. Thank you for keeping the fandom alive! <3

ELDARYA THE ORIGINS; the routes as fathers!

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EZAREL

Who brought the idea? You. It was very difficult for him to imagine a little creature created through the both of you, but he really wanted to see what the result would be. A little kid with pointy-ears, your eyes, or your hair… the kid would be so cute! You took advantage of a cozy night under the stars, as you both talked about your future, to bring out the idea of being parents. Ezarel seemed truly vulnerable that night, showing a clear insecurity of not being a good dad and husband enough. You reassured him by saying that if he messed up, you both would mess up together. After all, it would be the first time being parents for both of you!

If he was asked years ago about imagining himself being a father, he’d laugh a lot. But now he was truly considering it and getting information from every single dad of Eldarya to be a good father. He definitely took notes and studied the theory until the only thing left to learn was the practice.

How was the revelation done? It was thanks to Valkyon that he accidentally confessed it to everyone. The elf was seen smiling to his plate, to which Valkyon asked, “are you finally losing your mind?”

Ezarel chuckled proudly, “no, man. I’m finally becoming a father.”

It was so casual he wasn’t believed at first. Not only Valkyon heard it, but also some of the teammates that were around. It was very unbelievable at first since Ezarel was the type of person to make faces or mock kids to make them cry, or to hold his laugh whenever a kid coughed his lungs off.

How many children would you have? Three. The first one was a decision, one you both searched for. The second one was an accident, but he took a liking to this profession of being a father. And the third… well, he requested it himself. Those were two guys and a girl, each one with three years of difference between them. He suggested unserious names to all of them so it was you who decided the names at the end.

Taking care of his babies… with the first baby, Ezarel was truly shy, almost babyphobic. He feared touching them and hurting them by accident. Tthe first time he changed the diaper he almost threw up so that’s definitely your task. He can make them burp, he can dress them, play with them… but he is not seeing or smelling that monstrosity. 

Once, his first son peed on Ezarel’s lap as they were playing and since that time, Ezarel became much more careful with playing with them… he can identify the focused expression babies do when they’re making their needs. 

Plays a lot with them, and will accidentally make them cry from any “magic” trick. He quickly holds the baby and shushes him, kissing their head gently, “hey hey, I’m not trying to give you any trauma here…” he mutters, more stressed himself than what the actual situation is.

Taking care of his infants… He is a very fun dad and definitely plays a lot of roleplay games with his kids in the street. Ezarel’s childishness definitely match the mindset of your kids. Yet he also makes sure to educate them with proper manners. It’s always good to make jokes, play around but respectfully! Always lets them win whenever they are playing hide-and-seek or any other game.

Taking care of his teens… this period is difficult, very difficult. But Ezarel makes it easier to deal with it. Ezarel knew that he needed to set boundaries and help his children to face what the adulthood would be like, since no one is prepared to suddenly be responsible for everything in their lives. It’s a phase of change and lots of revoluted hormones, which means that there will be some arguments sporadically. And more, among your children. Ezarel would be frustrated for things going that way, but he is aware that it will change later. 

Arguments can happen with his children or among them, but Ezarel is aware of that being a part of growing up. He uses his humor to break the ice, but it sometimes goes wrong, seeming like he is mocking his teens. Damn, he doesn’t want them to be depressed because of a joke he made. He gives them space to think and calm down before going to have a deep conversation with them, always aiming to understand their side. Teens tend to not feel understood, so whenever his kids say "You don't understand it!" he always says, “Probably, but what if you were so nice to explain it to me? I cannot help you if I don’t know what the problem is.”

He makes sure his teens know that their words always do matter.

Ezarel is imperfect so he might not have much patience sometimes, also snapping back. But he doesn’t take too long before going to invite the dialogue to fix things.

He wants to be a present father, one that is helpful and reliable. He’ll be a good listener to his children, and a good advisor as well. One of the things he is most proud of is to see them grow and take their paths. He knows that once they are adults, he cannot do much other than giving them advice and support, but won’t interfere in whatever they wanna do. Ezarel wants them to be free to pick, to experience and check the things they like and what not. Sometimes people need to get an impacting consequence for them to know what’s good or not.

NEVRA 

Who brought the idea? You both watched the kids play around in the garden, the sunset making the sky beautifully calming over you. You were resting your head over his shoulder as you enjoyed of the breeze, the joyful laughs of children making you smile warmly. Nevra was quiet as well, enjoying of the whole moment. Then you started by asking, “would you like to be dad someday?”

Nevra considered it. No one is prepared to be a father when it’s your first time, and he feared being a bad father due to his experience with his own parents. But just as he takes his job seriously, he might take the role of a father very serious. He wants to be the father he never had, a father who can raise a happy and free kid. Nevra answered to you that yes, he’d like to be a father one day, even if the idea made him scared. He knows exactly what to not do, and he wants to give your kid everything he didn’t have. Their happiness would be his happiness as well.

How was the revelation done? He organized a dinner with your closest friends. He waited for the dessert time to finally say it, before revealing that the dessert would be a cake you specifically chose for that night. You both stood up in front of everyone and said that you were going to have a kid, which was received with lots of claps and happiness, also tears from Karenn and congratulations to everyone. It was a lovely night.

How many children would you have? One, and it’s enough for him. It was a guy which he treated like a prince. The name would be picked between you both, and the help and opinion from Karenn.

Taking care of his baby… Completely obsessed! How can this tiny creature be so adorable? His heart melts whenever the baby makes any cute sound, making him smile and gently squeeze the baby’s cheeks. He loves carrying them and cleaning them. Sure, changing the diaper is disgusting, and a mess at first, but he can hold the disgust for a while until the baby is completely clean. Definitely auntie Karenn is there to help whenever any of you need a hand.

Taking care of his infant… he is good with kids in general, so his son is definitely lucky. He is attentive to them, always teaching him to say “thank you”, to apologize for bad stuff and good manners! He doesn’t know how to play with them, but he tries. He is like an open book of emotions with his son, always there and showing him his affection.

Taking care of his teen… Well here… Nevra suffered quite a lot during this phase. He was scared of his son rejecting him all of a sudden, or ruining his relationship with his son. Nevra learnt to communicate with patience and delicacy towards him, always being a support for him and helping him out with stuff. During the first argument, he acted worse than he prepared himself to, yet he was quick to get quiet and go for a walk to think about it. He didn't want to stress his son out and less you. No one is born knowing how to be a father, and it was his first time dealing with his son arguing with him.

At night, he talked to you, asking for suggestions about how to make up after that argument. And you both reached the conclusion that having a nice day in family could solve it. Firstly, a good breakfast together, Nevra could apologize to his son during it and spend that day doing activities together. Nevra always made sure that the three of you could be as happy as possible!

VALKYON

Who brought the idea? He once brought the subject to you, being straight to the point about having kids at some point of your lives. You told him that you were scared of having kids, yet he reassured you. Valkyon loves kids. The pregnancy wasn’t really planned, but it was a great surprise for both of you. His paternal instinct always appeared with kids around him, and definitely has gotten baby fever more than once. So when he finally sees his children, he becomes absolutely happy. He even cries from happiness, hugging you and expressing verbally how happy you make him.

How was the revelation done? He didn’t really know how to do it, so lend you the responsibility for it. You organized a meeting with your closest friends, and you were the one confessing it. Everyone expected it at some point! All children loved Valkyon and treated him as a father, reason why Valkyon confessed his desire to be a father at some point of his life.

How many children would you have? Just twins!  The moment you both knew that you’d bring a couple of identical creatures to the world, you both were more than satisfied with it. It’d be chaotic to raise two at the same time, and to difference them… Valkyon holds them with a blanket, looking at them with the greatest smile ever, you’ve never seen him so relaxed, so calm. Taking the role of father is something he had dreamt at least once in his life. The two girls were so cute and tiny on his arms! You’ll pick one name for one of the girls, and he’d pick the name for the other.

Taking care of his babies… Valkyon loves teaching them about the world they were recently introduced to. He plays with them, sings to them any kid songs in dragon language from his childhood and definitely spends most of his time with them and you. Valkyon has no problem in changing their diaper. Of course, it is disgusting, but he can take that. Patience is the word that describes him perfectly. Whenever both girls start crying in the middle of the night, he stands up and goes to comfort them, sometimes falling asleep with them on his arms or lap.

Taking care of his infants… He tells them fictional tales every night, takes part of their games and spoils them a tiny bit (a lot). He allows them to climb him as if he was a tree, as he is pretty tall in comparison to them. He might chuckle at the adorable acts of your girls, staying still and hugging them once they both reach his torso.

Valkyon might be a very soft and peaceful dad, but whenever he sets boundaries, he is firm with them. He might be pretty strict with the sleeping time, making sure they sleep proper hours. And also taking care of their meals so they are constantly eating proper food and not sweets.

He also teaches them to be curious and connect with nature, learning about plants, food, culture…

Taking care of his teens… Valkyon is patient but firm, never letting his girls go into dangerous places alone. He has made himself very trustful between his girls, which will allow you all to have deep conversations and not feel judged by any of you. Valkyon is always there to be a quiet support, since he isn’t very good with words, but he won’t hesitate in acting if someone hurts your girls (and you, of course). He is protective of his family. He will gladly teach them how to protect themselves whenever they are in danger.

It’s a phase in which Valkyon realizes that you both are starting to be less influential in the path your little girls take. You both are a guide for them, but once they both become adults, they might fly like free birds. And Valkyon, no matter how protective he is, he cannot cut their wings. He will support them and always be there to advise them, to help them out of the bad moments.

Arguments weren’t regular at all, but whenever they happened, they were mainly quiet. Whenever the discussion reached a point in which any of you disagreed, the silence appeared and everyone took their time to calm down. Valkyon sets peace in chaos, and he has no fear in being honest with his girls, sometimes a little bit rough. But he wants them to be prepared to face everything life has to offer. He never lets the conversation be forgotten because he knows it is important for parents to care about their children's worries. 

LEIFTAN

Who brought the idea? You both were sitting on the hanging chair on his room, his arms around your waist as you sat comfortably on his lap. He was reading a book which, honestly, you had no idea in which language it was written. He started talking about how cute would it be to have a happy family, to raise a child and teach them how to appreciate the beautiful things in life. You chuckled, looking up at him, “have you ever considered how would our children look?” And Leiftan got slightly flustered, nodding and connecting his eyes with yours.

“Yes, many times,” he’d mumble timidly. Your answer was a simple “me too,” that left him thinking. Even anxious about the chance of creating a family with you. He was excited about the idea but terribly scared of not being prepared enough to take care of another living being. His own care for others’ well-being was already a way of fathering, so he had to take care of his kid just as he took care of you and others, but maybe… with more responsibility for.

How was the revelation done? It was confessed with a lot of pauses, nervousness and even tears. It was expected at some point, since you both were very parent-coded. Leiftan was very loving with kids and whenever you joined him, people thought that you were the parents of any random kid.

How many children would you have? Just one, but it was more than enough for him. Leiftan takes care of the minimum detail and lives for his family (you and the little girl you had). He lets you pick her name, even though he’d prefer if that name had a meaning behind.

Taking care of his baby… Leiftan is the typical dad who sleeps besides the cradle, being very attentive with your girl’s needs. He gets very anxious at first, when he doesn’t know what the baby needs, but he learns fast how to recognize the baby’s cries. And whenever he accidentally makes the baby cry, he starts apologizing and trying to comfort them. “Oh no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, dear… are you ok? Please do not cry, my love, don’t cry…”

Nevertheless, Leiftan takes responsibility for everything needed. He is the typical dad to show his baby everything “look! That’s a butterfly. Isn’t it pretty?” as he talks with the softest voice ever. He is such a cutie with his girl.

The moment he heard your little girl say her first words… you both ended up crying together, very happy and cutesy!

Taking care of his infant… He loves to teach his little kid how to read, how to create flower crowns and do other handmade crafts, so your girl can be creative and never get bored! Leiftan gets creative in the kitchen and makes  you both meals with special shapes. 

Leiftan as a dad worries a lot about his little girl, and gets very anxious when she’s far for too long. What if she gets hurt or sick?

He also teaches her a lot about culture, literature and to be curious about the things around her, but always taking care of the dangers.

Taking care of his teen… The biggest challenge. He gets confused with the emotional changes in your girl and never forces anything. Leiftan gets quiet and emotional whenever his girl is mad because of the minimum stuff, and writes tiny letters to her when words aren’t enough: “I’m here if you need to talk. We both know that I am clumsy with words, but I love you more than anything else. Your parents will always be here for you, my sweet.”

Leiftan makes sure that his girl feels loved by you both. And he also makes sure you’re happy and doing fine, not wanting this phase to affect you so much. It’s unavoidable that you three end up hurt after a discussion, but it won’t last too long. In fact, you three would be together the next day, sitting in the garden as each one of you is reading a book in silence. And those times are the ones that you and Leiftan seek for so deeply. It is lovely.

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♦ an unsung melody (is mine for safekeeping) (7/7) ♦

► tags/warnings: pregnancy, past character death, angst, childbirth

► words: 3812

► A/N: The long-awaited conclusion!

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“Oh, you’re finally home!”

Erika smiled, her voice carrying a cheerfulness that didn’t quite match the exhaustion in her eyes. It takes effort for her to stand up from their couch, waddling over to Nevra as he stood by the entrance of their little home.

Nevra rushes to close the short distance between them, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. His arms wrap tightly around her shoulders as he breathes her in, and his eyes flutter closed as he ground himself in her presence.

That was how Erika knew his day had been particularly difficult. 

With her due date approaching, and Eldarya’s growing unrest, Nevra more often than not would only creep into their new, shared home at odd hours of the night. If he came in at all.

Those days were usually the worst.  

The ones where she’d wake up in the morning and find the other side of the bed to be too cold. On the nights he did return, she could see how beaten down he seemed to be, carrying alone the weight of unspoken burdens. It has been a source of strife, lately. Nevra was too afraid of something going wrong to burden her with any more stress, and she refused to be so helpless, wanting to do anything to help.

“I would’ve gone over to you,” he murmured into her hair. “You didn’t need to get up.”

“I needed to move anyway,” Erika said lightly, squirming out of his embrace just enough to study his face, her eyes flickering over him to check for any signs of injury. “My back was starting to hurt from sitting so long.”

Nevra frowned, brushing her hair back with a tenderness that still made her heart flip. “I thought your back hurt if you stood too long?”

“That too.” She grimaced “Honestly, my back hurts regardless of what I do. My feet too— But having to rest so much is making me antsy.”

“I can tell.” Nevra locks the door behind him, double-checking all the locks to ensure the door is properly secured. Chrome complains about how often he has to herd you back home. Lately, just seeing you outside makes him nervous.

“You’re not that much better.” 

She chuckled. Despite it bordering on annoying, Nevra’s increasing protectiveness could be, on occasion, terribly endearing.

Karenn had taken some time to explain it: it was a vampire thing. Being this close to the due date, his instincts asked him to make sure she was somewhere safe and familiar when their child was born. He’d be more over-protective in the weeks following the birth, but at the very least his attention would also be focused on their baby instead of just breathing down her neck and stopping her from walking to their kitchen for a glass of water.

Personally, Erika believes Karenn made it up to justify his, and her , bouts of overprotectiveness. 

In truth, everyone around her had been on edge since she hit her third trimester.

The morbid part of Erika’s mind thinks they might be preparing for the possibility of death in childbirth.

Eyes linger on her even more often than before, and friends, old and new, seem a little too willing to stop by to reminisce. 

No one tells her, but she knows. She knows all too well.

Nevra’s hands find the small of her back, as he gently guides her to the couch again. 

He’s exhausted, but winding down with her at night is the best part of his day.

With her pregnancy, he has avoided missions that require too much travel. As Huang Hua’s right-hand man, it’s not like such things are often expected of him anyway. It’s easier to delegate tasks, but now that Erika is on the home stretch, and the baby can come at any moment now, Nevra has been spending long hours getting his affairs in order, ready to go on leave when their child is born.

He has no hope of being able to properly go on leave, but he wants to make sure the amount of work he has is minimal, instead of the mountains of paperwork he usually has to deal with.

“You know I can’t help it. And the closer we get to the date…” He trailed off, his eyes flicking to her rounded belly with a mixture of awe and anxiety. She doesn’t comment on it but could sense a nervous energy to him, simmering just below the surface, just barely suppressed.

“How are you feeling? Have they…”

He starts, the words winding down into nothingness as the hand previously on her back moves underneath her shirt, caressing the taut skin of her belly. Erika cringes slightly at the coldness of his hands. Nevra is likely doing this both to greet their child and as a ploy to warm his hands. He has always been attracted to her warmth, which is especially annoying when her base temperature has been up, she’s feeling unbearably hot all the time, but her beloved partner insists on being all over her like a sentient weighted blanket.

“The usual,” Erika replied, resting a hand over his. “They’re still too cosy in there to want to leave, making me miserable. I swear, If they don’t decide to come out soon, I’ll reach in and pull them out myself.”

Nevra’s lips quirked into a small smile, but his lilac eyes betrayed him, still soft with worry. He didn’t speak for a long moment, his thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles across her skin, following any tiny movement he could feel in her belly. 

He used to complain about how sombre she could be. About all the what-ifs that tormented her, the dark jokes she made at her own expense as a consequence of her past, and all the terrible misfortune that coloured their time together.

Things got much better after her pregnancy progressed and she got too focused on their move, obsessing over every little detail of their shared home, to concern herself with these things. It felt like a burst of optimism, being allowed to focus on the future for once rather than being tethered to her painful past.

But as her due date approached, it seemed like things became sombre again.

The light dimmed, a heavy fog settling in between them. She could only walk towards the light, hoping that it would lead to something good, rather than more tragedy. 

“I started writing in the baby book again,” Erika said, breaking the silence. Her voice was light, almost casual, but there was a tremor underneath it. Nevra’s hand stills for just a moment before he forces himself to continue tracing shapes in her belly.

The rhythm is broken, however. Too stilted to seem natural.

“Just little things,” she murmured, looking away. “The way you hum when you’re stressed. How you always bring me fruit for breakfast, even though you hate how it smells, the lyrics to lullabies from back home…”

“It sounds like you’re writing a farewell letter,” Nevra said softly, his voice tight.

She swallows, hard, there’s a beat where the conversation dies, too long, too uncomfortable when things around him felt so easy beforehand.

“Maybe I am.”

His grip on her tightened, his fingers curling protectively over her stomach. She distantly recognises the shapes he’s tracing as protective runes.

“You shouldn’t,” Nevra pleas, and she can’t bring herself to look at him. “You’re going to be just fine.”

“I just… want them to know me,” she said, her voice breaking. “In case I don’t—”

“You will,” Nevra interrupted, his voice firm. “You will know them. You’ll be there for everything.  And if you can’t finish that stupid book, I will. I’ll fill every single page... They’ll know you, Erika.”

She nodded, her throat too tight to speak, and leaned into his shoulder. He held her, a little too tightly, as the baby stirred between them, both of them lost in their thoughts.

—

It starts gradually.

She never expected labour to be like this. It doesn’t really matter how many baby books she read, or how many times medics walked her through all the steps of labour, the idea of it that always seemed to come to mind came from all the movies and shows she watched back home.

Things always start suddenly. A sharp pain, then your water breaks, then all hell breaks loose. In a neat twenty-one minutes, you’re holding your perfect, healthy, clean baby.

Reality is much, much more painful than fiction.

For starters, there’s a lot more waiting involved.

Waiting and counting.

Waiting until the contractions get strong enough, waiting until they’re timeable. Waiting until they’re close enough apart and last for long enough. 

Waiting until the water breaks, until her cervix is dilated. Until they can give her something to manage the pain.

Waiting, waiting, waiting .

It’s worse than the nine months that came beforehand. The wait seems far longer, heavier, and more anxiety-inducing.

Nevra was there the whole time. Labour lasted far longer than either expected, but he refused to leave Erika’s side, or their shared home until his firstborn was safe in his arms. He must’ve snapped at Eweleïn three times, begging her to do anything to do anything to mitigate Erika’s pain, before she threatened to kick him out and only let him back inside once it was finished.

He was much more compliant, then.

The early morning hours blurred together as Erika gripped the edge of the bed, her breathing ragged. Each contraction tore through her with an intensity that made the world tilt, and yet it wasn’t the pain that filled her with dread—it was the knowledge that this might be the end of the road.

The room was silent, save for the occasional rustle of fabric and Eweleïn’s hushed instructions. Erika can only barely process the flurry of movement around her as nurses and healers rush into position, getting vials filled with colourful potions into a table and preparing the station where her child is going to be examined. Why they hadn’t bothered to do so in the hours she was waiting for her cervix to dilate enough for her to be able to push was beyond her.

Erika’s laboured breaths filled the air as she clung to Nevra’s hand, her grip tight as she bordered on desperation. The birth had been harder than anyone expected, threaded with extreme caution. Her mind felt too hazy to properly process any words that weren’t “ push” and the vague notion that she had lost a little too much blood. 

She was exhausted and hungry by too many hours of labour and in terrible pain. Nevra whispered soft assurances into her skin, which made her feel a little better, even if she couldn’t understand them.

“Almost there, Erika,” 

Eweleïn said, her voice firm but gentle, though even she looked strained. As exhausted by the experience as they all were.

Erika nodded, her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. She couldn’t waste energy on words. All she could think about was the fragile life she was bringing into a world that had never shown her mercy.  

“You’re doing amazing,” Nevra said, his voice trembling as he pressed a kiss to her damp forehead. “Just a little longer, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

She nodded, her grip tightening on his hand. 

“Nevra,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “If I don’t—”

“Please,” he cut her off, his voice sharper than he intended. He softened immediately, brushing her hair back, guilt flashing in his eyes. “You’ll be just fine. You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever known, and you’ve come so far..”

Erika closed her eyes as another contraction hit, her scream muffled against his chest.

Eweleïn’s voice broke through the tension.

“One more push, Erika. You’re almost there.”

Part of her wanted to scream at her old friend. It seemed like she was insisting that it was just one more push for hours. 

With a final, desperate cry, Erika bore down with all the strength she had left, and then there was silence. 

For one agonizing moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, Erika’s heart pounding in her chest as a familiar dread washed over her, until the piercing, shrill, wail of her newborn shattered the stillness.

It’s like they all breathe a sigh of relief. 

Her body slumps back into the pillows, finally allowed to relax after what felt like an interminable effort, but she is still trembling from the aftermath.

Then she cries.

Out of relief they both shared, that the worst was over. That she managed to overcome the biggest hurdle and they both pulled through. All those months of dread, all those nagging thoughts that tainted every happy moment were finally proven wrong.

Nevra let out a choked laugh, his own eyes wet as Eweleïn finally handed the baby to Erika.

Her hold on the newborn is a little awkward, but with her Eweleïn’s assistance, she’s able to hold the baby securely in her weak limbs. Her dear friend wipes away her tears with a proud smile, holding back her own tears through a thin veil of professionalism.

"It's a girl"

The elf announces, her giddiness is as infectious as her smile. Eweleïn lingers around the new parents for a brief moment, the three old friends relishing in the victory of a battle well-fought, before she leaves them, caught up again in the flurry of activity inside of the room. Their time with the newborn right now is limited, before she's weighed, cleaned and thoroughly examined, but Erika is glad to have this little moment of privacy. To be inside of this perfect little bubble with Nevra and the child she finally gets to meet.

The vampire regards them both with awe, his eyes lighting up as he watches their tiny, bloody little baby squirm in her mother’s arms. 

“You did it,” he murmured, his voice raw with relief. “You’re both here. You’re both safe.”

Maybe in a few years, when this is all long past them, Erika will manage to feign being offended at his blatant disbelief, but right now, she echoes the sentiment. 

They’re both there, and safe .

She had grown too used to things being good, too good , and then being ripped away from her.

In her eyes, the past few months, where she got her life back with Nevra, was an anomaly. She lived in fear, waiting for her time to run out, for the inevitable other shoe to drop, for another world-ending event to wipe away all of those she had loved.

But now she holds her baby close. Her precious little girl, with her father’s pointy ears and her mum’s nose, allowing herself to enjoy the moment with no reservations. No catastrophising. Even if it doesn’t last, and the fear of their future crushes her again, she allows herself this one thing.

The weight of her survival was heavy, but for this moment, it was worth it.

For her.

—

The stars were scattered across the night sky as Erika sat on the edge of the cliff overlooking the forest, weeks later. The baby, swaddled and asleep, was cradled safely in her arms. The aengel had insisted on being left alone, though Nevra had hovered like a shadow at the edge of her vision, reluctant to leave her or their daughter’s side for even a moment.

She allows him to walk the familiar path with them, a few steps behind. It’s a little game— He can join, just as long as he stays out of her view. If she spots him directly before they reach their destination, he needs to go home.

There isn’t much one can do with a child this new, but Erika manages. As soon as she could, she started taking her baby on little walks around the HQ, strapped to her chest, covered in soft clothes she hated to wear. Her walks usually happened at night, when the baby couldn’t stop crying and she needed to do something to keep herself sane when everyone else was asleep, and they were both away from prying eyes and well-meaning advice she frankly did not want.

She started by walking to the centenary tree, sitting by her own statue, talking to an old friend who was long gone, hoping the dim lights and her soft voice would soothe her child to rest. Later, when she was strong enough, her feet took her to the same cliffside that had shaped so much of her recent life.

Erika was no longer fragile from the delivery, but she wasn’t whole either.

The same powers that had once healed her so quickly now seemed sluggish, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something about them had changed , evolved, much like everything else in her life.

Her bond with Leiftan still existed, and on the worst nights she could still sense him, sending her comfort in the only way he knew how, but he had mostly blocked her off. Her senses had grown mostly attuned to her child, helping her understand her daughter’s needs without fumbling as much as she feared she would. 

It’s strange to think that she’s a mother, now.

It only feels real now that her baby is in her arms, but it’s still an adjustment to be given this new title, to the way that people now perceive her.

Nevra joined her without a word, sitting close enough that their shoulders touched. He said nothing at first, allowing her a moment of quiet if she wishes, or to tell her what has been bothering her.

He just wanted to be nearby.

“Funny, right?” Erika’s voice cuts through the night, barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake their child. “We were sitting here, seven months ago. In this exact spot. And I told you I was pregnant.”

He smiles, almost despite himself, filled with a sudden nostalgia. She knows he’s just as exhausted as she is.

“The best, most terrifying night of my life.” 

Nevra announces, which makes Erika laugh, almost despite herself.

“You didn’t seem scared .”

“I was.” He admits “I still am.”

Why wouldn’t he be, after all?

Parenthood was scary. The moments leading up to it were, and the reality hit her much worse.

She loved her daughter more than words could say, but sometimes she felt like she had a hard time truly bonding with her. Feeling like herself again.

It’s a strange thought, that defined so much of her time after she woke up from her sacrifice. Others perceived her as a saviour, as a living legend.

The last Aengel.

Her friends regarded her as a long-lost friend, someone they loved but couldn’t quite remember. An echo of a different time.

She was always so lost in the different expectations. In all the titles she was given, and how much they clashed with the reality of who she is. Or at least she perceived herself as being.

The truth, she found, is that she, herself, doesn’t know the definitive answer.

Perhaps it was presumptuous to once think she did.

She’s a mixture of everything and nothing at all. Beyond all the suffocating titles, the weight of expectations, her fears and her story, she’s Erika .

The only way to feel like herself is to be herself. To stop pretending like she’s okay and like she isn’t afraid for the sake of others, to stop acting like the perfect sacrifice. The heroine they all craved.

It’s who she wants her daughter to know her as. It’s something she’d known for a long time, what was harder was to be that person, not just simply write down those words in a journal.

“She deserves more than this,” 

Erika said finally, voice barely above a whisper.

“More than what?”

Nevra tilted his head. 

“More than a mother who will probably leave her before she learns how to walk,” Erika replied, bitterness lacing her words. “More than a father who has to juggle the world’s problems with raising her.”

Nevra didn’t flinch. He had always been steady like that, even when everything else felt like it was crumbling. He was just as scared as she was, she often reminded herself, and only recently had grown comfortable in expressing those fears to her.

“You’ve survived everything thrown at you so far,” he said, his voice firm but kind. “I know you don’t want to be the saviour again, but you’ll do it. Because you’re you.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

She looked at her daughter’s face. As how her plump cheeks are squished against her mother’s chest, deeply asleep, so serene, so full of life, and felt her heart ache. How could she bring herself to love this fiercely again, knowing it could be taken from her in a second?

Nevra rested his hand over hers, where it lay against the baby’s form. 

“She has all she needs, Erika. She has parents who love her, and people from the HQ and beyond who’d lay down their lives for her in a second if asked.” That makes her chuckle. “And most of all, I know that if something were to happen to you, you’d fight like hell to come back to us. You have before, back when you had much less to fight for.”

He said simply, the weight of his sincerity breaking through her walls. He’s right, she knows he is. She just needed to accept it.

She closed her eyes, letting the tears come.

When the sun rose, Erika stood at the edge of the forest, her daughter in Nevra’s arms as he waited nearby, shielding the baby’s eyes from the bright light. The horizon blazed with gold, and for just a moment, it felt like clarity.

It was her lighthouse, her way out of the fog that obscured her vision, out of the darkness and weariness that had once consumed her.

Erika spent so long fearing her death that it was hard to accept that, for once, she was allowed to live.

Things wouldn’t always be easy, and the calm she now knew wouldn’t last forever, but there was no use in suffering for what might be and losing all the joy of the life that she painstakingly built for herself. She had her happy ending all along, but in her fear, she didn’t even realise it.

She was tired of losses and of every single milestone being tarnished by her fear of the future. So, for now, she looked to the present. 

Erika turned back to them, her family , and smiled through her weariness.

“Just a little longer,” 

She whispered, more to herself than anyone else. When she smiles, she finds it to be sincere.

The road behind them was filled with darkness, perhaps, but she looked to the light that guided them. 

For her child. 

For Nevra. 

And most of all, for herself.

[lanyvision]

SERAPHINE ASTRID

Seraphine is a 24 year old woman, being a hybrid of Lorialet & Nymph, her Guard is the Reluzent.

RESUME — PLOT

Seraphine was from a kingdom called Mewni, an enchanted forest where the Nymphs lived. She was the daughter of the queen of Mewni, her parents' marriage was arranged and after so many failed attempts to have children, even with the help of the best alchemists, they were unable to produce a possible heir, Celestine (her mother) fell in love with a castle guard; an elf.

She knew she had made a mistake, she knew it would be a catastrophe if anyone found out about the affair. When Celestine discovered the pregnancy, she knew at that moment that it was not her husband's. She kept this secret to herself and when Mewni discovered the birth of an heiress, there was a huge celebration.

When Seraphine was born, they noticed elf ears and blond hair. But how could that be? Her mother was black, with blue eyes and black hair. Her "father" (the king) was white, with green hair and brown eyes. How could a nymph be born with completely different characteristics from the king who was her possible father before the kingdom?

Rumors of betrayal echoed, but the queen clearly denied them, saying it wasn't true. But, tired of so much talk and pressure on her, she left Mewni. Seraphine looked for another place where no one would know her. It was at that moment, after 3 days of searching, that the poor 18 year old girl managed to find the HQ, Eel's refuge.

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Ezarel care giver headcanons ໒ ˚⁎

Hi!! Can I request some headcanon of Caregiver Ezarel please ?(I understand if you don't want to, sorry if my english is bad it's not my native language) Have a nice day !

•Bedtime : Ezarel creates a soothing bedtime routine for you, including reading your favorite stories or singing lullabies until you drift off to sleep

•He elaborate scavenger hunts or treasure hunts around the palace gardens, using magic to create illusions and puzzles for you to solve !

•He would call you : Starlight, precious, dearest one, little one and beloved

•Despite his initial protests, Ezarel finds himself hosting tea parties for you, complete with tiny teacups, fanciful pastries, and stuffed animals as guests

•He patiently guides you through simple crafting projects, such as making friendship bracelets or painting colorful pictures, praising your creativity and effort

•When you feel.upset or anxious, Ezarel offers a quiet space for you to express your feelings, providing comfort and reassurance with his calming presence

•Would love being called : Guardian, Dada Ez, wise one, or dear dad !

•Dada Ez introduces you to harmless magical experiments, like mixing colorful potions or creating small illusions, sparking your curiosity and wonder !

•He takes you on nature walks through the enchanted forest surrounding the palace, pointing out magical plants and creatures while ensuring your safety

[ashevermor]

Hi! Could you please do hcs on how would Eldarya guys react to a cheek kiss from the mc before dating? ❤️

𝒯he 𝒫rophecy, file 3: headcanon

Eldarya boys: sweet little kisses

🖋️ Ash’s note: Sorry for the delay, but I swear I couldn't find enough inspiration.

Ezarel:

•I’m well aware that Ezarel hates physical contact. But thinking about it, I have this theory that it’s just a protective shell. So, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t completely mind if you kissed him on the cheek.

•At first, he froze, staring straight ahead, and then he looked at you. You both shared an awkward glance for a few seconds.

•You knew Ezarel well, so his reaction could easily be considered normal. You just gave him a small smile and left the room.

•He stood there, processing what had just happened, trying to ignore the deep blush rising from his cheeks to his ears. He liked it, but he was never going to admit it out loud.

Leiftan:

•He’s such a babygirl, I can’t even explain it. If you know, you know. So when he felt your soft lips land on his cheek, for a moment, he thought he might faint.

•Leiftan looked at you with tenderness. He was very clear about his feelings for you, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment by making any wrong assumptions.

•“What’s this for?” he asked softly.

•“You’re so kind, I just felt like I had to,” you replied.

•Leiftan smiled again, his heart melting inside. “I’ll have to repeat my actions if this is the reward.”

Nevra:

•Nevra is a natural flirt. You had to find very specific situations to catch him off guard. So, one day, when he seemed to be in a particularly talkative mood, you silenced him with a sweet kiss on the cheek.

•For a moment, his usual confident facade crumbled, and a look of pure surprise crossed his face. “Well, I didn’t see that coming,” he finally said, his voice still smooth but with a hint of astonishment.

•You smiled triumphantly, enjoying the rare sight of Nevra losing his composure. “Well, I suppose someone had to shut you up somehow,” you joked.

•Nevra quickly regained his cool, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. “If I’d known kisses were your way of shutting me up, I would’ve been even chattier from the start,” he replied with a wink, though the sincerity in his eyes showed the gesture had genuinely touched him.

Valkyon:

•Valkyon is someone reserved and calm, but he has a big heart. So when your kiss landed on his cheek, he didn’t know how to react immediately.

•He blinked, slightly surprised, and looked down at you with his serene eyes, as if trying to figure out what had just happened.

• He didn’t say a word, but the soft curve of his lips gave away that he appreciated the gesture more than he was willing to admit.

•“Why?” was the only thing he asked in a low voice, more curious than serious.

•“Because I felt like it,” you replied with a mischievous smile before stepping away.

•Valkyon nodded slightly, remaining silent as his cheeks barely flushed. He wouldn’t mention it again, but that feeling would stay with him for the rest of the day.

[klamv-art]

I finally finished the portraits of the guys from eldarya TO based on my hc but I don't know how to post them orz

What do you prefer, all of them in the same post with a bit of explanation about my design choices or an individual post for each guy?

[upinthecloudss]

got a writing worm in my brain

if anyone wants to, feel free write suggestions for mcl / eldarya imagines/hc's in my inbox :>

new gen included, but dont expect the best characterisation for that

[heyseihai]

ANE episode 19 could have been better (not perfect, just better) with just one thing:

Instead of HH dying because blabla HC is the phoenix (and nope, imho she wasn't, not if we consider the criteria established by fenghuangs themselves), Huang Hua goes full Saori Kido mode, and sacrifices her life to keep the portal open. And in the last moments she has no strenght left and decides to stay behind and die with Eldarya as the portal closes.

In Saint Seiya, Saori always buys time for her knights by sacrificing her life: arrow in her chest, burning her cosmos while bearing the asgardian cold, praying underwater, dagger in her chest, then trapped in some sort of urn having her blood drained.

Huang Hua could have done the same in order to give time to other races nearby to come to HQ. Yeah yeah they talked to other kingdoms offscreen, but they also say they know nothing of how big Eldarya actually is. How many other small villages, towns, and tribes were killed because their information network wasn't as good as of those kingdoms Eel talked to?

But oh well, that's okay. Papa's mansion isn't big enough to accomodate more than Eel's refugees, right? XD

[candysweetposts]

Hello. Please share your headcanons. I really miss Eldarya and I'm really interested in your headcanons, both about Leiftan and your entire own version of Eldarya.

Hi,

Thank you for showing interest in my headcanons.

I made this compilation with different things from my story that had to do with eldarya specifically (long ass post incoming). Also, I will refrain from saying "in my story" all the time so yeah, everything I will present is part of my own stuff:

First: What is eldarya? Yeah, yeah, a dimension on its own that is tied up with the human world. I also have something like that (it doesn't really have a name, everyone refers to it as "our world" or "the original"). Eldarya is simply another one, but others also call it a "man-made world", as in it's artificial. I got this because we know eldarya basically destroyed itself by colliding with the human world (or at least that's what I remember) and this shouldn't happen to a stable world, a "natural one". So its destruction was inevitable.

The Crown (the castle's governmental association) knew about this world but let it be since it didn't seem like a threat until the while colliding with earth stuff. At that point, they tried to handle things on earth and offered help to eldarya with relocation.

What happened after the destruction of eldarya? Well, they relocate but not in the human world since the government from the "original" world has strict rules when it comes to the interaction between mystical beings and humans. It needs to be very monitored and controlled. So, they ended up living in the "original" world thanks to Helene (the guardian). She was able to communicate to her family from there, and the king (he's basically the most important person in this world, and also the strongest- That's Jay btw) let them stay in the castle and wherever else they can in that world. The "original" is sectioned into kingdoms ruled by lords of different magical beings (ex. vampires, werewolves, mermaids).

Now, let's see where each LI and the company chose to stay particularly:

Nevra stays in the castle. He works here as a military advisor for the king. He has some people under him and seems to do well, though he's as stoic as ever. I made a little drawing of what he would look like. Also, he has a wife (Helene hates her).

Lance probably joined the land of dragons, Dazounada. He feels more comfortable with people like him and feels like he's back at home again.

Mathieu.... don't know, don't care (sorry Marhieu fans). I just didn't focus on him much other than him being a traitor.

Leiftan or Leafy as some (Alan) call him. He's in the castle. I will talk about him more later.

Karenn and Chrome are happily married and live in the caste as well since Karenn wanted to stay close to her brother and Chrome just followed her. They also have a daughter, Nyrinn.

Huang Chu also works in the castle as chief alchemist. She's mostly all work these days and still affected by what happened.

And that's all the notable people I can remember.

Now, Leiftan and his ordeal. Let's talk about what he is first. He's a daemon or demon but... also and an aengel? (this is what I got from the story) But I can assure you, he's an angel, a corrupted one. We know that angels are celestial being and they can look very disturbing... so does he. His human form is just that, a human form, in reality, he looks like the "biblically accurate angel" thing, some weird thing with wings and eyes. And angels are not really born (especially pure ones), they are made. Yes, they can procreate with other species but rarely with another of their kind. They're also neither male nor female so Leiftan chosed to take a human male form (female Leiftan is still possible) and integrated himself in eldarya when he first came there. A really fucked up scenario would be if Leiftan was an entire separate person and something tragic happened to him and this angel came and took his form like a shape-shifter. I personally like this one since Leiftan introduced himself as a lorialet, which could be what the real Leiftan was.

So, I said he's corrupted. I touched a bit in another post about it, but if we are to think, if an angel gets corrupted, they became a demon, right? Well, yes, but also they lose themselves. Demons are creatures controlled by instinct. They're like animals. Also, they form shatters and become this black shadowy deformed thing. But he didn't become that for some reason, meaning that he had enough power to maintain his current form and after he lost his powers, corruption kicked in violently, making him feel sick as hell. Let's be clear, he won't die since he's immortal and an angel, but he will become that shadowy thing and lose everything, his memories, his personality, becoming a husk. And also, him spending a lot of time being a daemon made it a huge part of I'm so if someone were to try to basically extract that whole demonic energy, it will take what made him himself. That's why this healing process needs to be slow, like very slow. Meanwhile, he has to deal with fatigue and weakness. He mostly spends his days in bed or even taking short walks. But he has Helene (they're dating) by his side and also the support of the royal family, which has connections to heaven, where a healer angel (Raphael) does take care of him, making sure to get him better. Will he get fully healed? Yes, of course.

Well, this is what I had to say for now. If you have any other questions or curiosities, do share them with me.

I hope this helps!

[chanswavyhair]

eldarya boys accidentally reading your diary

warning. none ??(?)??? some cursing and gender neutral reader

ft. ezarel, leiftan, nevra, valkyon

genre. pure fluff i’m so fucking corny

— EZAREL.

you were up most part of the night, studying alchemy. it was hard for you, and sometimes you would spend too much time trying to get a potion right, letting the time pass by.

the morning came, and you organised your notebooks and books. but… something was missing.

“no, no, no, this can’t… anything but that notebook, please…” you kept looking, more and more rushed.

you accepted the fact that your diary was missing, and that you probably left it at the alchemy lab… and you hoped to heaven that anyone but ezarel had found it.

when you arrived, he was already working, but more than serious and focused… he looked amused.

“morning, miss! such a good day, isn’t it?” he said, stopping what he was doing, just to look at you.

“uhm… yeah… morning, ezarel. why do you look so happy…?” you asked, crossing your fingers. you couldn’t have such bad luck, could y…?

“i found something really funny today! a notebook, opened and dated lastly from yesterday. ah, i can remember… “why do i have to like ezarel so much?” “how can he be so annoyingly cute?” i wonder what dummy would write something like that…” he said, you swallowed hard. for god’s sake, you wanted to disappear right away.

“ah..ahaha… i don’t know… i couldn’t possibly know…” you said, trying to look natural – which you didn’t achieve.

“mmhm… do you happen to know this writing?” he said, reaching you, closer than usual. “doesn’t it look like a silly human’s writing?” he said way too close to your ear.

you stuttered. “i don’t… i don’t know what you’re talking about…”

but he chuckled. “you’re a really bad liar…” and with an amused face, he kissed you, holding your chin and placing his other hand on your waist.

— LEIFTAN. 

you had him running through your mind again. you were trying to pay attention to the history of eldarya class, but all your notes where actually the name of “leiftan” all over the paper, decorated with some hearts and even an attempt of a drawing of him.

the professor finished the class, and with your hands on the clouds, you decided to go for a walk through the HQ. you played with some flowers, when you suddenly bumped into someone’s chest.

and of course... that someone couldn’t be anyone but your dear leiftan. your thinds dropped to the floor, and before you could reach for your notebook, he was already standing there, your notebook opened right at the last written page...

“that- that’s not mine.” you blurted out.

“it’s... it’s your handwriting...” he babbled.

“it’s... it’s your imagination... it’s... not real... I HAVE TO GO-” you tried to to escape, but he trapped you in his arms.

“wait! would it be your handwriting if i said that i liked you just as much to write your name and draw hearts around?” he said,smiling sheepishly, and his cheeks blushing.

“well, then... then it could... it could maybe be my handwriting...” you shyly said covering your face, just for him to carry you in his arms, laughing and kissing your lips softly.

— NEVRA.

the vampire frowned his brow, looking at the notebook on his desk. his sister, karenn, talking more than he’d prefer to listen.

“nevra! it’s your opportunity! you can tell them you found it, and depending on their reaction you’ll know if it talks about you” she said, encouraging his brother to return the diary to its owner.

“but why me! you could return it, and i’ll do like i know nothing” he didn’t want to be involved with the notebook, and he didn’t want to be tempted to open it. he took it, trying to give it to his sister, but she removed her hands, letting it fall, and opening on a page with a relly well drawn picture of him, with the caption ‘the love and passion in his gaze... that’s how i feel when he’s by my said’.

nevra covered his mouth with his hand, in shook, feeling his heartbeat in his throat.

“fuck it... i’m in love too.” he mumbled, taking the notebook and looking for you through all the HQ. when he found you, you were training alone in the garden, jamon had left since it was already getting dark, and he had more things to do.

“oh, hey nevra! how’s been your day?” a really bright smile on y.ur face, just because of his presence.

“it was... boring, without you.” he said, since you haven’t met him on the whole day. you laughed softly, used to his flirty words. “this is important, okay? listen carefully. before i say nothing, it was an accident.” you frowned your brow, confused. “well- in any case, it’s karenn’s fault.” his hand caressed your cheek, when he said, “the way i look at you... it’s just with love and passion you descripted in my gaze. that’s the way i look at you, if not stronger...”

you were speechless, and blushing really hard. “oh god, i- i can’t believe you saw that.” he didn’t let you hide your face, instead, he smiled, leaning in for the so awaited kiss.

— VALKYON.

since you decided to take your job as part of the guard of eel more seriously, you have kept a diary. in said diary, you would write about your day, your missions, the things you learnt, the people you met, your feelings about being there as the days passed by…

but going through it now, it seemed like someone was wrong. a major part of the last pages… on the last month, the main topic was valkyon. the things you two shared and did together, your missions, and what you eventually learnt about him.

and it was… kinda corny too. that’s why you felt the need to start to be more… discrete about it.

going back with what was happening, valkyon and you were working on the strategy of your next mission, so you were taking notes of it. you went to the bathroom, then realising you had left said diary, alone, with him. so you rushed back to your little reunion, but… it was kind of late.

when you arrived, you saw him, his cheeks reddened. “i’m… i’m really sorry, i didn’t mean to break your privacy, i was trying to look for what we had first, and…”

although you were embarrassed, you shook your head. “hey, valkyon… it’s okay, just… forget about it, please… i’m sorry, but i’d prefer to finish this another time, i hope you understand…” you said, starting to feel a knot on your throat, and you heart aching.

“but…!” he said, although you didn’t try to listen to him. that’s way he went after you, holding your arm. “i’m sorry i found it by mistake… but i never said i didn’t feel the same, if that cheers you up.” he said with a smile. you swallowed, looking into his eyes, he wouldn’t joke around with your feelings.

“i didn’t mean to make you feel bad… let me make it up, please.” he kindly said, kissing the corner of your mouth, just for you to kiss back his lips, caressing his hair and feeling your chest warm.

[verystrxxwberry]

Hiiii!!!!!! Love your work and I always check if you posted anything new. Anyways, can I ask for headcanons of eldarya boys with a shy mc? That is all. Bye!!!

ELDARYA; the routes with a shy reader

♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Sfw, routes x shy!reader, fluff, all routes! ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Oh my, you can't imagine how happy it makes me to read your words. I truly hope I caught well the concept of shyness and didn’t fuck up, or I will be very embarrassed and rot in bed. I hope you enjoy this and you're having a nice Sunday! ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•.

EZAREL

It was you who approached first to Ezarel, as you were commanded to seek help from him for a mission. He wasn’t very interested at first in approaching to you. We know how Ezarel was at the beginning, even if he had his reasons. He was impatient with the fact that you struggled to talk too loud towards him, crossing his arms and simply waiting for you to finish your sentence. He’d make a little bit of fun, imitating you as a way to extract more information about you. Ezarel felt some sort of warmth to see your frustrated reaction, stuttering a bit until you let all the message out.

And you avoided him at first, because you clearly didn’t enjoy that interaction very much. However, Ezarel talked about you with his friends, and Valkyon scolded him as if the elf was a kid. He told him that he should be more patient, like common respect! Then Ezarel was like mehh whatever you say, dad >:(

But it made him feel slightly guilty tho… so he started being kinder, approaching you first to share a rare meal with you, so you try new eldaryan food, ooor being kinder, in general. You were kind of grateful by his change, but confused. But he was also confused about why were you being so quiet and nervous around everyone.

He wonders why are you avoiding his gaze most of the time? Does he seem threatening? Why do you stutter so much? But with time, he started finding it adorable. And he learnt to be patient.

With time, he grew used to it. Your friendship also grew stronger so you felt more comfortable around him. You also got used to his teasing when you both were alone. The smirk on his face makes you wanna hit him, the way he approaches too much or throws a comment that tests your social limits. Seeing you getting so nervous is cute.

But he wouldn’t keep going if he sees he’s overstepping any boundary. When you seem uncomfortable or even anxious, he stops. Ezarel has a sixth sense to know that you’re too nervous.

When you both become a couple, he initiates physical contact to make you shy. He’d caress your waist subtly, seeing how you tense up, or even whispering in your ear an innocent and harmless “why is your breath so shaky? Are you alright?”

During social situations, he isn’t really overprotective or infantilizes you at all. If you want to express yourself, go on. He will keep his gaze on you, waiting for you to speak for yourself in front of others. If he sees you’re truly overwhelmed, he might take the lead of the conversation. His head movements are little nods, as a way to give you subtle motivation.

He initiates the physical contact if you’re too shy for that, such as taking your hand, or offering you his arm when he sees you’re containing yourself to do so. He loves how gentle and careful you seem to be with everything, even if he doesn’t agree with those insecurities that make you so awkward in social moments.

Ezarel will defend you if he sees someone is making you anxious from their insistence and their lack of patience.

NEVRA

During The Origins, he was the one who approached, completely curious about your whole presence on the HQs. At the beginning, he wasn’t used to be ignored or cause genuine awkwardness due to his behavior, since he believed that most of the creatures in Eldarya fell for him. He truly thought it was because he was irresistible and made you nervous —which is true, in a certain way—. 

He had fun making you shyer than usual, provoking those reactions in you. So he might say many double meaning comments that ends up in you needing to go enjoy the fresh air from how warm your face is. But Nevra soon realized that he could be triggering you.

As time passed, he knew when your behavior became awkward around others and started talking to you about any other casual thing, trying to distract you. 

You feel safer around Nevra, even though it’s easy that his cunty behavior makes you shy. But as long as it ain’t comfortable, it will be fun for both of you.

Nevra would never speak for you when it comes to social situations. He might be by your side so you don’t feel alone on that. One day, you had to speak up towards the team, following the orders of Miiko. Nevra would whisper a reassuring comment, but anything else. He might be behind you, arms crossed and looking around to make sure that everyone was behaving and paying attention to you. He might show a proud smile sometimes, nodding as he slowly nodded to your words. 

He is observant to physical reactions, in any context. After the speech to the team, you dried your sweaty hands on your pants. Your breathing was as heavy as if you ran for about 15 minutes straight on an inclined street. He’d approach, gently stroking your cheek and asking in a gentler tone than ever “would you like to go for a walk and get some fresh air?”

During A New Era… well, even if things had seemed to change, he still knows very good about your shyness. His short, distant answers made it uncomfortable for you. And it pained him to see you so nervous around him again. Even if you’re not as shy as when you first met him, it seems like a barrier has been set in that comfort from before.

Your delicacy to talk to him awakens that affection, that deep love he felt for you. And he cannot help but be even more attentive with you than before. You’re so much gentler than everything going on around his life. The fact that your shyness remains the same makes his heart warm, and one of the first times you both were trying to break the ice, he couldn’t help but smile subtly at the way your eyes moved to the floor, playing with your hands and trying to form a coherent sentence on your mind to not speak nonsense. He’d clear his throat and calmly say “don’t worry, take it easy.”

Nevra has always been patient with you, and will keep being it.

VALKYON

First, you two met thanks to him approaching. He was also a quiet man at first, but you really didn’t know if he was simply a quiet man or also shy. He has already seen that you are indeed shy, that’s why his inner voice told him to welcome you into the HQs in a kinder way than others. But he wouldn’t add pressure to you. There is no need to know and talk with everyone, but at least have a couple of friends to lean on.

He is very understanding about this feature and isn’t uncomfortable, curious or frustrated. Valkyon finds it natural and doesn’t add much importance on it. In fact, he believes that your shyness is a part of your charm.

He is also very respectful and prefers to create a peaceful environment where you can feel safe and comfortable. With time, you started to see that Valkyon wasn’t as scary as he looked and he literally was the sweetest.

He might talk for you sometimes, only if he sees that you are getting overwhelmed, that you are getting blocked on your thoughts and do not find the words. He quietly and calmly speaks for you, to express what you were trying to say, without the intention of imposing or whatever. He keeps looking at you as he talks to see if he caught your message and feelings well enough to interpret it in his own words.

Valkyon tries to encourage you through his acts, looking at you with patience and a little smile, giving you space to express yourself when you are ready.

He loves to see you smile and puts all his effort to make you feel confident. He knows that shyness can be a barrier, but he believes that with his support and your own will, this barrier will be brought down step by step, enjoying every small improvement.

He likes to spend quiet and peaceful moments with you, such as going on a walk, only the two of you, through places where you won’t find anyone to disturb your calm. 

Valkyon lowkey enjoys how you search his presence for comfort. You gently get a grip on his arm and follow him around as if you were just a part of his outfit. And it doesn’t bother him at all. He simply caresses your hand as a reminder that nothing will happen

He is well aware that you may hold a big insecurity inside to be this shy. And even if he doesn’t verbally say it, he presses little kisses on your head or forehead as a praising for your efforts. And whenever you are alone with him, he’ll dare to speak his praising towards you. But only in a place where you can only hear those loving words.

LEIFTAN

The moment he saw you was the moment he developed a genuine interest in your existence. You didn’t even notice it, but he stared at you from far away, his pupils dilating slightly. He approached at you to introduce himself, and the first thing he noticed is how small you suddenly got when he talked to you. He took a mental note that you were shy, which was adorable. It even made him blush a little, a warm smile on his face to show that he wasn't going to make fun of you -and he hoped that you got the message-.

Leiftan’s gentle treatment has always offered comfort and calm to you, that’s why it was easier to loosen up a little bit around him and be more confident.

Leiftan doesn’t make fun, doesn’t get impatient. He is more protective of you in case your clumsiness makes you get accidentally hurt, or in case someone else makes you insecure…

He never interrupts you or makes you feel like you have no voice for yourself. But if he sees that the situation is making you nervous enough, he puts on that sweet smile of his, and with a calm voice he takes subtle control of the situation.

When you start stuttering, he rubs your back gently and mutters “do not rush it, we have time,” trying to give you some security.

When your shyness is winning over you, he won’t overwhelm you with words. He knows all you probably want is peace. He approaches to you and takes your hand, no matter if it’s sweaty, and walks towards any spot of the area that is more calm. He has that gaze filled of warmth where he is asking you if you’d like to leave.

He is truly observant with your insecurities, and knows when you’re doubting of talking, when you’re feeling out of place, when you feel smaller. He doesn’t always act, but he stares at the creatures that made you feel like that sternly.

Whenever you take the initiative to do something, he either melts or smiles proudly, or both. If you surprise him by taking his hand, he might lower his guard a lot. If you suddenly give him a small kiss on his cheek, he feels all his blood accumulating on his head.

With Leiftan, you’ll slowly feel more confident, as his reassuring words and actions makes you feel safe. He would love to see you learn how to be less nervous, and seeing you put the effort to do so is a great reason to spoil you later with cuddles, kisses or your favorite snack!

MATHIEU 

Honestly, he believed you disliked him at first because whenever he was around, you avoided his gaze or were truly quiet around. He asked Lance if you felt uncomfortable around him or whatever, if his energy was too much, if you hated him... Then he noticed that your face was flushed when he was around: you were nervous. He finds it cute, and not in the sense of finding it cute because he made you nervous, since it could perfectly not be like that. It’s more on the sense of finding you cute, in general.

Mathieu tries to do random questions to get to know you better, a little bit insistent but without any bad intentions. You realized that he was trying his best to make you open up, but trying to seem patient himself. It was also cute from him to be like that. 

He has met a lot of people back on his daily life in earth who also were shy. He remembers those classmates who seemed to sweat or stutter at any short question from the teacher, and he can guess that you were just like that as well.

He gave you enough conversation to start to feel more comfortable around him, breaking that awkwardness and making you two feel like happy teens again.

He compliments you in public just to see you squirm and with an empty mind. He giggles like a mischievous kid and kisses your cheek “aww! Look at you, all nervous. How adorable!”

Mathieu knows when you are uncomfortable just by your expression, taking your hand and squeezing it a little as a way to say that it would be short until you both left. And to distract you from any situation that makes you uncomfortable, he’ll try to use his humor as a weapon against that situation. He’ll try to gain a laugh from you, enjoying it as if it was his favorite song.

Absolutely loves to see you take the initiative, making him shy this time. His face is pretty blushed when he feels your arms wrapping around his torso. A little, happy sound leaving his throat.

He is more verbal about his support, massaging your shoulders and cheering you up with comments like “come on, sweetie, you’re doing amazing,” and sometimes it doesn’t help much, but at least it makes you know that you aren’t alone.

Mathieu adores to see you shy after he has kissed you, pinching your warm cheeks as he makes fun of you in the most innocent way. Mathieu would never make fun of you to hurt you!

He talks about you with Lance and literally becomes so hyped talking about the cute things you do whenever you get nervous. But he also talks about the progress you’ve done in the last months with him, about how you seem to be more confident and brave to talk with others without being so clumsy.

LANCE

During The Origins… I’m sorry, he wasn’t too kind. At first, he perceived you as a bother. He didn’t even understand why someone so quiet and nervous was near the battlefield. 

He used to provoke you just to repel you. He knew how easy you got small and insecure just by the way you acted with your mates, and used that as a privilege to make you feel uncomfortable and force you to run away. Actually, he was also uncomfortable being around you.

He always crossed his arms, waiting for you to finish your sentence. Do you guys know this meme where a man starts stuttering “if if if if if” and the other makes fun of him? Lance would be the one making fun. He was very impatient during those times.

He was so mean that you truly wished to not find him during the mission because it would be a nightmare instead of a mission.

Nowadays, during the A New Era season, he is more patient and actually understands that you don’t want to even look at him. But he regrets everything he had done. He approached nervously, as if testing the waters to talk to you and apologize properly for everything he did in his past.

You both needed a long time to be finally comfortable around each other, and it took a lot of effort from both of you, and lots of communication. Now he’s grown the patience he didn’t seem to have before. When he sees you start stuttering and getting blocked, he softens his tone and says “I’m still listening, don’t worry. Take all the time you need.”

Lance seeks your gaze for his own comfort, not wanting you to run away from him for his past mistakes. He would like to make you feel comfortable around him and not feel like he is going to judge you again.

He doesn’t really know about how to comfort you, but he tries. He offers you his hand whenever you’re shaky, or dries your sweat when you’ve just gave a speech and are completely nervous, or even keeps his hand on your back as a reminder that he is there.

Lance always encourages you to speak up whatever you are feeling, whatever is with him or with others. He prefers you to speak up for yourself because he can get quite protective of you and speak too sternly for everyone’s comfort.

Whenever others’ are making plans, and you’re just quietly looking at everyone and nodding, he might ask your opinion in a low tone, not forcing you to speak up, in case you aren’t comfortable. He always has in mind your feelings and opinion, and understands that sometimes is difficult to open up with strangers or that you don’t feel confident enough to share some words with others.

But he definitely lets you be whenever you’re opening up to others and letting that shyness fade.

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hello! may I request a nevra x mc (she/her) scenario where they just cuddle after a long day and one thing leads to another? it doesn’t have to be smut, I genuinely just wanna see his flirty, playful and teasing side more because beemoov is keeping it away from us

thank you for your time! if you don’t want to write it that’s okay, still thank you for all the beautiful scenarios/headcanons you have on your blog!

♦ Nevra teasing the MC ♦

► tags/warnings: mild spice

► words: 1286

► a/n: today is NOT the day you guys get some smut out of me. I cannot for the life of me write anything remotely close to sexy, for the disappointment of my lovely readers. I do, however, like writing Nevra endlessly teasing the MC and love my readers enough to try my hand at a mildly spicy fic. I apologise for the quality. Most of this was written at three AM as I was kept awake by a howling puppy.

► Masterlist

“I need a day off.”

The guardian throws herself onto her bed, sighing contentedly at the feeling of finally settling down after an entire day on her feet. 

She hears the sounds of cloth rustling and doesn’t need to open her eyes to know that Nevra is getting ready to bed himself.

It’s a little hard to tell when he started spending most nights in her room instead of his own. It’s just a new part of their routine that they settled into, so natural that her bed has started to feel too big and too cold if she ever spends a night alone. 

Her closet now has a space filled with clothes too big for her to wear, and her desk has filled with documents that she doesn’t dare touch. It’s just a part of it. Pure domesticity, even if they’re living through interesting times.

“You and everyone, I believe.” Nevra says, and she hums in agreement “You shouldn’t lay in bed with your shoes on.”

She looks up at him from her place in the bed, grinning as she noticed he was undoing the laces in her boots to take them off for her. 

Even seven years later, when he became a more serious and reserved person he still took care of her. 

“I was going to get up… Eventually.” The faelian explained  “It’s just that….My legs feel like jelly. I can’t even sit up.”

“I’m guessing Karenn tired you out.”

“I feel so old. I don’t think I can keep up with her anymore.” 

Patrolling was bad normally, but it got worse today when they needed to survey an area bigger than usual. And being paired with Karenn usually meant being a victim to one of her pranks once she got bored of working, and being subjected to her unending teasing.

It didn’t help that her friend heard a strange sound in the distance and simply disappeared into the shadows to check it out, which meant that Mc had to spend at least an hour trying desperately to look for her through the woods, but it was not like she would ever tell this part to Nevra.

The vampire took off her shoes and placed them by the wall, near her bed. Exactly where she’d place them herself.

She reached her arms out, dramatically asking for cuddles. Nevra rolled his eyes, but still indulged her, as always, by laying beside her and pulling her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her to get her even closer.

Mc doesn’t miss the tiny differences from before. How he seems to hold her tighter now, how he breathes in her scent and kisses the top of her head absentmindedly.

He’s always quieter when he gets to hold her for the first time after a long day. They don’t talk about it, but there’s this nagging feeling in Mc’s mind that it’s a result of her sacrifice.

Being together feels natural, but it isn’t as if nothing has changed. He knows the pain of losing her. Even now that she’s back, the dark shadow of her years of absence still looms large over them. 

Mc is lost in her thoughts when he starts playing with her hair, twirling her curls on his fingers and feeling its texture, and later moving to massage her scalp. 

“Are you tired already?”

He asks, and their closeness makes it so Mc can feel his voice as he speaks.

“I’m tired.” She looks up at him “But not sleepy.”

“Aren’t you going to change into something more comfortable?” 

“Nooo, I’m too tired to move.” Mc whines “If you’re so bothered by it, you can take them off yourself.”

She says, playfully. It is an attempt at teasing as much as an invitation. 

“You’re getting bold, aren’t you?” 

He brushes away her hair, tracing her neck with her fingers, going down from underneath her chin to the hollow of her neck to her collar bones, fascinated with their shape and the way her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his touch.

He was above her now, laying on his side, propped up on his elbows as his hand idly traced shapes in her upper chest, never venturing lower without her permission.

There was this hunger in his eyes, a dangerous glimmer that was so unmistakably Nevra. It made her heartbeat quicken in anticipation, a familiar heat pooling in her lower stomach as she shifted her legs in an attempt to get more comfortable, looking away for a moment due to how overwhelming it all felt.

“What, you’re getting shy now?” Nevra taunts and seems annoyingly pleased with her reaction. “I’m just obeying your orders.”

“Oh, just shut up!”

She reached out to him, lowering him enough so she could properly kiss him.

He indulged her, gently shifting their position so he’d be able to kiss her deeply. A reprieve from an entire, stressful day apart.

Nevra parted from her, kissing her nose, cheeks and then moving onto her jaw and the small junction between her neck and jaw, which he dragged his sharp teeth against, making her eyes flutter closed and an embarrassing squeak escape her lips.

She could feel his stare, the self-satisfied, knowing smirk that he proudly wore when he turned her from a functioning adult to a blushing mess with little to no effort on his part. 

His hand started venturing lower, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, teasing her by doing it as slowly and methodically as he possibly could.

If she ever tried to lower him to kiss her again, he’d kiss the corner of her mouth instead, just shy of what she wanted.

“You’re having way too much fun with this.”

She gets up just enough to help him take off her shirt, which gets her a brief kiss as a reward. He starts working to undo her belts instead— Ugh, why did she wear so many? She would need to have a conversation with Purriry about practicality soon.

“I’m just doing what you wanted, my love.” There’s that smirk again, the teasing tone that drove her insane. “I can’t bring myself to deny your requests. You’re my weakness. So if you want something, just ask.”

He pretended to struggle with the last belt, and she impatiently undid them herself.

Nevra bit back a comment about her eagerness and helped her out of her pants, throwing the item on the floor roughly in the same direction as the rest of her clothing.

“Are you really going to make me beg?”

Mc asks, and despite intending to sound annoyed, the question doesn’t have as much bite as she wanted it to.

Nevra takes advantage of the exposed skin, taking the time to take in her form and fully appreciating her beauty. He traces the faint outline of her scars with his fingers, and the small action doesn’t make her feel exposed and self-conscious as it makes her feel adored.

“I don’t think ‘make’ you is the right term.” He adds, and his heated gaze is a sign that their little game won’t last much longer. “Although, I can make you beg for it if that’s what you desire.”

She thought about it for a second, looking up at him as Nevra patiently awaited her next move. She could put an end to all of this right now or she could flip him over and deal with his teasing as he jokingly scolded her for being so impatient.

There were endless possibilities, and it filled her with excitement.

“I’m not tired anymore,” Mc says, finally.  “I won’t make things easy for you.”

Nevra, for one, seems delighted by her response.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[licuadora-nasir]

hiii, i loved your last fanfic with lance <333 could you write headcanons of ezarel seeing gardy again and how he would fall in love again with her?? i love your writing

Hi there! This was such a special ask for me 🥺. I was Ezarel's route in origins, and I nearly cried for two weeks after episode 30 cause I knew he wasn't returning.

Also, I saw the other ask and thank u so much for wishing me a good time on my vacation! I even got tanned, though I got a lot of freckles too 😑.

Aaaanyway, I'm already working on the rest of the requests! But I have like... Seven? 🤣 So it may take me a while.

This turned out to be more oriented to Ez's returning, but I hope you enjoy it!

Ezarel's return hc under the cut

Knowing that Erika awoke was... Pretty tough for Ezarel.

He's a very independent person who has endured loneliness and being closed-up over the years. Losing Erika like that was a hard hit on his life.

Her presence changed him forever after all.

The last time he saw her, he spoke to her, was on the battlefield, where both of them were facing death. The last glance she gave to him before ridding (no perv thoughts on this, I'm seeing y'all) Valkyon was the only goodbye he could get.

Everything was emptiness and loneliness after that.

So, when Twylda came in a rush to tell Ezarel that Erika had awoken... He was genuinely astonished.

He never paid too much attention to the new occurrences that may or may not happen in the HQ. Since he spent most of the time locked up in his cottage making concoctions or any other remedy that he was requested, Marie-Anne and Twylda were the ones who occasionally told them about the doings of the Guard.

He was hesitant at first. After years of grieve, he had had to learn to move on. To let the memory of his lover go.

He was mentalized that she would never come back.

He didn't do anything immediately. Taking a seat to avoid falling backwards out of shock, Ezarel considered the situation: Seeing her again could be far too painful. After trying to rebuild his life, go back to the same point was unthinkable. He couldn't didn't want to feel so desperate again because of the loss of a loved one.

But in the end, his fondness for her won the inner battle. Before being his lover, Erika had been his friend and a cherished person by all the HQ. She deserved at least a greeting after 7 years.

He decided to go on a small trip and visit their remaining friends in the HQ. Ez didn't pass by since he delegated his title as chief of the absent guard and Nevra had asked too many times to come to visit them, so her awakening was a good excuse for him to do all the liabilities he had been postponing.

After crossing those huge doors, being greeted by some old members and hug-crushed by Jamon, the first thing he did was looking for Nevra.

"Long time no see, ugly face" The look on the vampire's face was pure shock. With a shit-eating grin, the former member of the light guard rushed to greet and embrace his old friend.

They had a shortened conversation due to the new up-calling duties of the vampire but promised to catch up later. Before the vampire was gone again, he finally dared ask where was Erika.

"I think she's training on the gardens right now. Possibly with Lance and a new human called Mathieu that arrived a year ago."

He despised the sound of the name of the man who stabbed him and killed one of his best friends.

Ezarel understood the advantages and the good asset that Lance was for the guard (after all, before the dragon became Ashkore, Valkyon and both of them used to fight together and had good times joking and fooling around a bit), but the risks were too high. He couldn't forgive him for taking both his friend and his lover away from him.

He could have sworn that his heart almost ripped off his chest when he spotted her.

She looked stunning, marvelling, alive.

Dropping his bag on the floor, he muttered her name, patiently waiting for her to notice his presence.

The commotion plastered her features the moment she saw him.

Fused in a tight embrace, she practically clung to his clothes, the elf stroking her hair, trying to keep his cool and avoiding being carried away by the moment.

"I missed you."

Erika couldn't say much as her sobs were strangled on her throat.

After that fussed greeting, Lance and Mathieu called it a day and the Elf and Erika decided to have a long, deep conversation.

Whatever that'd been between them before her sacrifice... Was broken now. And trying to re-build it would take time and effort.

What was supposed to be a trip turned into a life-changing event.

With Huang Hua's offer, Ezarel agreed to work for the Guard of Eel again.

But this time, he specified that he didn't want to take any responsibilities, he didn't want to make the sort of choices that he would regret in the future. The kind that would hurt and damage his bond with Erika as he did in the past.

So this time, although still being part of the absence guard, he chose to assist in the infirmary's department.

Even though Eweleïn and Ez had had their story, now they were on good terms, and she always had been a good company that he enjoyed.

Being one of the most capable nurses alongside Ewe made his presence necessary in many trips (a very pleasant privilege, since he had always been very fond of travelling) and granted him much more free time.

Free time that he would always try to spend on Erika.

Because this time, it was different. He wasn't the chief of the absent guard. He didn't carry a great responsibility on his shoulders. He wasn't part of the light guard nor he was running from Lund'Mulhingar's tropes and hiding in the HQ.

He was free, and he chose to work in The Guard again in other to remain at Erika's side.

At the side of the only woman he deeply fell for.

Listening to her, taking care of her, loving her and being there for her. Because bad things were coming, and Ezarel did not doubt that all of her strength would be needed again.

Do you have any requests? Feel free to stop by my ask box! But first, please read this.

[lanyvision]

Hello, Beemoov Players !

my name is Mellany (you can call me lany) i've been part of the Eldarya fandom since 2017/16 and I'm from Brazil ( 🇧🇷 ) I have Nevra as my crush and I also have an Eldarya edit account (@/sournev) on tiktok and Moonlight Lovers (@/belieafera) on tiktok if you want to follow <3

in this blog i will write hc's about Moonlight Lovers and Eldarya. but, with some rules;

I CAN WRITE type hc's:

NSFW

SEMI-NSFW

SOFT

REACTIONS

I CAN'T WRITE;

homophobia

something related to rape/kidnapping

incest

triggers (e.g. abandonment, gore, etc.)

— sournev

— belieafera

bye bye <33