#eldarya karenn

[verystrxxwberry]

Hello Alex, I hope you're doing very well! I think your writing is incredible because you manage to convey the exact essence of the character, so I would like to ask you for an angst hc of Nevra first night since Erika entered the crystal. I'm not fluent in English so I apologize for any mistakes, have a great day and take care!

ELDARYA; the first night Erika entered the crystal

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: How did Nevra experience the first night Erika entered the crystal, sfw, angst, eldarya TO. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Oh my, it’s the first time someone ever tells me that, and I am very glad you think that! I do my best to write as good as I can the character because I fear doing something weird with the character (plus they aren’t my oc so it is different: probably the way I think about them in a situation is different than the opinion of another person) but anyway! Enjoy it.

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The first night was the hardest. Nevra arrived as quickly as possible to the crystal room, but still he arrived too late to help anyone. His best friend was lying down on the floor, his body surrounded by blood and not showing any answer at the sounds around him. Still, Nevra had the last hope of Valkyon being alive- he had to be alive. He didn’t mind getting his hands dirty by Valkyon’s blood, he shook him, tried pcr on him, he yelled at the body. But that body was empty already.

His tears came out without control, and he didn’t even mind because he was too busy trying to accept what his eyes were seeing. It had to be a nightmare. He couldn’t believe it.

Nevra turned around, gazing at Miiko, who was being attended by Eweleïn, but there were no signs of Leiftan or Erika, so he started yelling their names.

He wandered around the crystal room searching for them both, desperate and with a deep pain clawing at his heart. Even if his face was filled with tears, he had an expression of rage. His fists were clenched, prepared to punch Lance if he had the chance to find him.

But when they got told that Erika and Leiftan got trapped in the crystal, he truly hoped for it to break again. This shouldn’t be happening. He approached the crystal and hugged it, screaming if they could hear him.

Come on, the last conversation he had with Erika was to drink from her blood. She allowed him to keep the fight with energy, and he had to do something to help her too. But he couldn’t do anything.

He sobbed against the crystal like a little kid. His emotions were dominating every sense and control in his body. Nevra didn’t mind if there were people from the town watching him breakdown over that, at the end it was normal to break down after seeing the consequences of a war.

It was Ezarel who separated Nevra from the crystal and told Karenn to distract him outside. Nevra was reluctant to let go of the crystal, it stole his lover, his Erika. That place also held the last thing he would remember about his best friend, Valkyon.

All the time he remained outside the general headquarters, he spent it embracing Karenn and crying in her arms. He was desperate and his words went from “I can’t do this anymore” to “this is so unfair.” But he couldn’t change the past.

When the night came, Nevra went to the crystal room, which was still destroyed but finally empty. The silence on it was terrifying, it felt like all the color he saw around in his life was suddenly gone: everything was gray and carried the heavy weight of death. Even if his chest was heavy of remembering what just happened hours before, he decided to stay there. He sat on the floor, looking up at the crystal with the tiny hope of seeing any sign from Erika or Leiftan.

He blamed himself, thinking that he would probably have been able to stop Lance if he just came minutes before. He could have saved Valkyon. He could have saved Erika and Leiftan from being trapped in the crystal. But thinking that way… he could have saved Mery, he could have saved Ykhar as well. He could have saved so many people yet he was always late. And why was he feeling bad over Leiftan? He hated feeling sad for losing him after all the stuff he did, but he couldn’t help it. There was something about all the time he spent with Leiftan that made him miss him.

Nevra heard steps behind him but didn’t even bother to look around. If it was someone willing to stab him, he’d gratefully accept… but no. It was Ezarel who offered him a bottle of water. The elf sat beside Nevra and looked at the crystal. They shared a few words, where Nevra told him with a hoarse voice that he was terribly afraid of losing anyone else. xd

Ezarel remained silent, but he decided that it was correct to embrace his friend and stay there with him. They shared the same deep sadness and anxiety over the situation, so he also found comfort in Nevra’s presence.

They both didn’t sleep a bit through the night. Ezarel had his eyes closed, his head resting on Nevra’s shoulder, but not being able to sleep. Nevra had his eyes open all the time, staring at the crystal and visualizing how it could’ve been if he was there on time.

The next morning he had to take a nap because the headache he had was terribly painful.

The next days Nevra was off. His attention was driven into memories, into the things he experienced that day. He was closed in his own world, and the only ones he dared to open were Ezarel and Karenn.

His sleeping schedule was terrible, either he slept and had nightmares or he couldn’t sleep at all. That also came along with his eating schedule, which was also terrible as he felt nauseous most of the time. It was Karenn the one who forced him to try to eat something to at least feed his body- and it worked, because he was starving, but the anxiety made him feel nauseous constantly.

His coldness increased when he lost Ezarel. Nevra showed himself as being fine with the decision the elf took. He was an adult capable of making his own decisions after all. But he was deeply in denial about it. It was too soon for him to lose another friend. But he did, he lost Ezarel too soon for him to learn to cope with it properly.

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[babymiiko]

Period. I wish I had that kinda sas, courage and relationahip at the age of 15 (cus if u dont remember this mf and her bf [who got stabed] were 15 at the time)

[averil2004]

Nevra and Karenn and also Lance and Valkyon: *cute and perfect relations as siblings*

*Meanwhile Erian and Ezarel*

Ezarel: B!tch!

Erian: Wh0re!

Miiko *to Gardienne*: To be honest, I think our boys have the most realistic relation.

Gardienne: Agreed.

[the-skull-breaker]

Karenn being a Karen

[crowned-clown-rising]

When I write ep 18 in my fic I'm going to make EVERYONE wear something nice. None of this nonsense of only Karenn, Chrome and Erika changing clothes.

Anyway what do you think everyone would wear? any suggestions?

[otomes-and-tears]

♦ 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!

Part (01)  (02)  (03)  (04) (05) (06)

► Masterlist

“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.

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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.

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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.

[imbellatrix]

Hi! Me again, sorry dknw It could be with an omniscient narrator, or from Erika’s POV. It would also be great if they met again during a battle—very dramatic. Then things gradually start to soften between them, but first venting and returning to trust the other little by little. I leave it to your will actually

I'm proud of you, Erika. — Eldarya One-Shot

Oh, hey there! It's me again. I'm back. Here's your one-shot, sorry for the delay. I hope you like it. I chose an omniscient narration so I could dive more into what’s going on in Nevra’s head.

I also left an open ending because I didn’t think it made sense for them to resolve everything so quickly, so… I decided to keep it more open. Hope you like it. Enjoy the read!

The sky was tinged with a heavy gray, and the cold wind blew through the trees, like a constant whisper of solitude that Erika had learned to endure. The forest around her seemed to mirror her own journey: dense, filled with shadows and hidden dangers. Each step she took there was another reminder of her independence, of her newfound strength—a strength she never imagined she would have to find alone. But she did, because when she needed support the most, she received the least. It was sad. Painful.

Since the moment she had awoken from the crystal, Erika had felt the weight of a reality very different from the one she remembered. Before, the Guard was her home, the place where she found purpose and people she considered friends. But upon her return, she realized that welcome had turned into suspicion. She was a stranger among familiar faces. The way they looked at her���with a mixture of fear, judgment, and even disdain—corroded her soul. Where she once saw friendship, she now found closed doors. Whispers behind her back, evasive glances, all signs that her place there had changed, and she didn’t know why.

First, it could be said that she had become a legend. Or rather, a trophy. A mere trophy the Guard displayed when they needed to boast of past victories. Just an object. Erika felt that everyone in the refuge didn’t see her as she truly was. No. They saw her as that statue made in her honor.

Honor... What a ridiculous word. Erika didn’t want a statue, nor applause, nor bouquets of flowers or lit candles to "honor" her. No. The only thing Erika had asked for was support. A friend’s shoulder to cry on when all this grief weighed down on her shoulders, making her scream with inner pain. Someone to confide in about everything she felt. But that’s not what she received.

All she got was Karenn asking her to be quiet and Huang Hua saying she had more important things to do. Was it so hard to act like a friend?

And Nevra… He was, perhaps, the greatest mystery. In the beginning, her return had brought a silent comfort, an unspoken understanding that everything would be okay. But soon he started to pull away, as if there was an invisible barrier between them. He seemed at times worried, at times irritated, alternating between gestures of affection and a contempt that hurt her deeply. His words were sharp, and each encounter between them left invisible wounds on Erika, who tried, day after day, to understand what had happened. Nevra, who had once been her safe harbor, was now a source of relentless anguish. And yet, she couldn’t stop loving him.

They shared a story of love, of overcoming, of battles and victories. And yet, Nevra looked at her as if she were some random girl he had never heard of. A stranger. Even Koori seemed closer to Nevra than Erika, and Koori and Nevra weren’t even friends.

After a while, Erika grew tired of fighting for an acceptance that never seemed to come. It was then that she decided to leave, searching for a place where she could rediscover her essence, far from the judging eyes. And she found that refuge with a group of witches, powerful and fearless women who didn’t carry the Guard’s prejudices and who welcomed her like a daughter. With them, Erika learned to master her magic, to listen to the call of her essence, and to fight for herself, without depending on anyone’s approval. The witches, though looked down upon, were welcoming and taught her what the Guard had never taught her: the true value of who she was.

They made Erika open her eyes. That’s when Erika saw all the manipulation Huang Hua had imposed on her. All the neglect she suffered. All the times they turned their backs on her. For what? In the end, she had become just a pawn in the war for everyone—a pawn to be sacrificed so the queen on the board might survive.

Was that what Valkyon died for? And Leiftan? Ykhar? Kero? All those people who gave everything for the Guard, only for it to lose itself and abandon its true values of family and support, hiding cowardly behind a false moral high ground.

That time away from the HQ showed her there was a vast world beyond the Guard's limits. But as time passed, she still carried the weight of what she had left behind in her heart. There was a bitter longing mixed with a sadness that wouldn’t leave her, especially on lonely nights. It was hard to completely break free from the past, from the memory of Nevra and everything he had represented. In her mind, memories wavered between love and pain, between the desire to see him again and the need to forget.

But fate had its own plans, which sometimes were funny, other times harsh and surprising. And that night, under the pale light of the moon, Erika found herself back in the middle of a battle. The shadowy creatures appeared without warning, and she soon found herself fighting alongside members of the Guard, though she kept a certain distance, still hesitant to get too close.

Then she saw him. Nevra was there, facing a group of enemies with the agility and skill she knew so well. But there was something different about him, a shadow of exhaustion and pain he tried to hide under his confident demeanor. When their eyes met, time seemed to stop, and Erika felt her heart tighten. He, too, was staring at her, unsure of what to say, as if every word were trapped in his throat.

Side by side, they fought in silence, their movements synchronized as before, but the weight of the distance between them made each action a painful reminder of what they had lost. After the last creature fell, both stood there, panting, surrounded by the heavy silence of the forest. The tension was almost palpable, and Erika knew words needed to be spoken.

“You… left,” Nevra said, his voice low, as if admitting a bitter truth. She hadn’t expected him to speak first, even though she had no intention of making the first move. Now you decide to talk to me? Don’t you think it’s too late? “I looked for you, you know? But you never came back.”

Erika crossed her arms, her gaze hard. His words surprised her. And though a small voice in her head felt happy that he had looked for her, the resentment spoke louder, and her blood boiled. “Come back? For what, Nevra? To be treated like an outsider? To be ignored and humiliated as if I were a problem?”

He hadn’t expected such a harsh response. His eyes widened. Where was the sweet Erika he once knew? Guilt washed over him, and he looked away. Guilt was etched on his face. He knew this was his fault. And even if Erika considered something bigger, even if she blamed the Guard and the system, Nevra had placed the burden of guilt squarely on his own shoulders. He couldn’t blame Huang Hua, his sister, or his brother-in-law. No. He was the one who should have supported Erika. Perhaps if he had, she wouldn’t have left him. He replied:

"I know… I know I was wrong. I acted like an idiot. I didn’t know how to handle your return, and it made me cruel. Only now do I see how wrong that was."

“It wasn’t just a mistake, Nevra,” she replied, her voice filled with pain. If she weren’t so much stronger now, emotionally and physically, she would certainly have started crying. Instead, she remained tearless but with the voice of a woman broken inside. “You hurt me. And not just you; everyone hurt me. It was as if I were fighting for acceptance that would never come, as if no one wanted me back.”

Nevra closed his eyes, absorbing her words like a wound reopening. “I was afraid, Erika. Afraid of losing you again. When you disappeared, I… a part of me was lost too. And when you came back, I thought it would be easy, but I realized I no longer knew how to approach you. So, I pushed you away. I was cowardly, cruel… I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself.”

He had been sincere. Erika was a part of him that he had never been able to let go, and now he could see that more clearly. Erika and he, before, were two distinct souls. Then, they had united into one being. And suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Nevra was only half of someone he used to be whole with. All because Erika died, and the man he had been in the past went with her. Until she returned, and he found himself lost. It was strange to feel his heart beating again after so long with a void in his chest.

She watched him, seeing, for the first time, the depth of regret in his eyes. He was there, stripped of all arrogance, devoid of any pretense. Nevra, the man who had always prided himself on his control, now seemed as vulnerable as she had felt so many times. He didn’t even seem like the proud and arrogant leader of the Shadow Guard. He had always defended that a leader couldn’t show weakness, but now he was opening his heart to Erika as he had never done with anyone.

"You have no idea what it was like for me," Erika said, her voice trembling. "Every night, I wondered if you would come to me, if you would explain yourself, if you would try to understand me. But instead, you treated me like a stranger. And I was left alone."

She didn’t understand why she was explaining herself. He didn’t deserve her explanations. No member of the guard did. He took a step forward, his hand outstretched, hesitant, as if he feared she might disappear. "Erika, forgive me. I know I don’t deserve it, but… you need to know that I regret every word, every action. Not a day goes by that I don’t regret what I did."

She felt tears threatening to fall, but she held them back. It was hard to let her guard down after everything. But there, seeing his face marked by regret, by the weight of the choices he had made, Erika felt something break inside her. After so long being tough among the witches, Erika felt like a little girl again. A vulnerable little girl who wanted nothing more than a hug from him.

"Maybe I can forgive you, Nevra," she finally said, her voice almost a whisper. "But you need to understand that this won’t erase what happened. The scars are still here, and I don’t know if they’ll ever go away."

Nevra nodded, his eyes fixed on hers. Ah, he knew well about scars that don’t disappear. And he wasn’t even referring to the scar on his eye. "I don’t expect you to forget, Erika. But, if you’ll allow me, I want to be by your side, so we can rebuild what was lost, step by step, day by day. I… I don’t know if I’ll ever regain your trust, but I’m willing to try."

They stood there, frozen, enveloped by the darkness of the forest and the unspoken words. The future was uncertain, and both knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. But, that night, something had changed. They had found each other again, not as they were before, but with the promise of a different beginning, perhaps even a truer one.

Erika looked at him one last time before turning and walking in the opposite direction, toward the witches waiting for her on the other side of the forest, where they couldn’t even be seen from that spot. Nevra stayed where he was, watching her leave, with the determination of someone who knew that one day, he would find a way back to her heart.

"You have a chance. We’ll meet again, Nevra. Don’t mess it up."

That was the last thing she said before walking away again. Nevra didn’t even try to follow her. No. She was free. She deserved that freedom. And in his heart, he knew he would see her again. He gave a faint smile.

"I’m proud of you, Erika."

She was already too far to hear.

[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!

[miagloowin]

Quem não lembra da Karenn? pois é na minha cabeça ela é exatamente assim

Nevra and Karenn

For those who don't know, they are brothers and that won't change in the film.

Leiftan e Amaya foi bem dificil e demorado fazer a Amaya juro pra vocês até porque ainda sou nova nessa coisa de fazer animais mas eu amei

Amaya and her owner the angel Leiftan, whoever played Eldarya already knows this mischievous mascot well

Amaya só gosta do colo do Leiftan e isso todos já sabem

believe me after the photo Amaya bit Erika

Ezarel, our elf, is working on something, what will it be?

Ezarel como sempre na sala de alquimia eu definitivamente amo esse palhaço

A Sala do cristal bem não está exatamente igual mas eu tentei juro e ainda falta mostrar os detalhes de tudo até porque eu demorei horrores pra fazer

All of Eldarya's crystals are gone and only the one in the crystal room is left, Oh and this one in the photo is Miku, she is quite annoying sometimes but over time you will love her or not

YKHAR A MELHORRRR

A Biblioteca é um dos lugares mais divertidos e sim Ykhar e Erika estavam fofocando obviamente falando mal do Ezarel KKKKKKKKKKKKK parei

Ykhar didn't have a happy ending in the game Eldarya but I intend to give her a happy ending because my favorite redhead deserves it

Is Leiftan like Erika's best friend? He is the human's support when she arrives in Eldarya, it's like she reconnects with her family again when she is with the angel.

Lembram de quando o Leiftan e a Erika trocavam confidências? que saudade nossa

A Faca e a coragem quem lembra? KKKKKKKKKK Valkyon é o meu guerreiro favorito sim

Valkyon was one of Eldarya's biggest crushes and had the most unfair ending of all, my baby is a hero and deserves the best ending yes

This game was important for all of us and I really wanted to -- I want to make a film with these characters that makes it clear that the characters don't belong to me, They belong to chinomiiko and they are wonderful characters. I intend to make a fanmade film. It would be so incredible to remember that time which was so important to me and the girls who played Eldarya

Este jogo foi importante para todos nós e eu realmente queria - quero fazer um filme com esses personagens que fique claro que os personagens não pertencem a mim, eles pertencem a chinomiiko e são personagens maravilhosos, Pretendo fazer um filme fanmade, Seria tão incrível lembrar daquela época que foi tão importante para mim e para as meninas que jogaram Eldarya

TRAILER MOVIE:

TODOS OS CRÉDITOS DO JOGO A ELECTRONIC ARTS E AOS ARTISTAS MARAVILHOSOS QUE FAZEM TODOS ESSES CONTEUDOS PERSONALIZADOS QUE USEI OBRIGADO

ALL GAME CREDITS TO ELECTRONIC ARTS AND THE WONDERFUL ARTISTS WHO MAKE ALL THESE CUSTOM CONTENT THAT I USED THANK YOU

[ashevermor]

puedes escribir una historia donde los 4 chicos de Eldarya (Orígenes) celebran un cumpleaños/o una festividad ,junto al resto del C.G en donde varios miembros (incluido ellos) se ponen contentos con el alcohol,bailan,juegan y en un juego Nevra confiesa que Ezarel tiene sentimientos hacia Erica (los cuales son correspondidos) .El resto (primer beso) o declaración sin nada de alcohol por parte de Ezarel a Erica te lo dejo a ti jiji (no se si se entiende mi idea soy muy malo intentando explicarme) (obviamente no estoy fomentando el consumo de alcohol en exceso o besos sin consentimiento que no se me mal intérprete :( )

𝒯he 𝒫rophecy, file 3: One shot.

🖋️ Ash’s note: No miento cuando digo que me tomó casi un año terminar esto, y me averguenza la verdad. Espero que te guste, no estoy tan acostumbrada a escribir One Shots, de todas formas quise intentar. Cuidate y gracias por esperar xoxo.

El Cuartel General lucía más animado que de costumbre aquella noche. A los ojos de Gardienne, las personas incluso parecían más felices, algo que encendía un cálido fuego en su pecho. Esa alegría le contagiaba. Después de todo lo que habían atravesado, pensó, se merecían al menos una noche de descanso. Sin embargo, desconocía el motivo de la celebración. En los últimos días había preferido mantenerse alejada de todos; necesitaba tiempo para ordenar sus pensamientos. Aunque ese aislamiento le había traído algo de paz, ahora sentía cierto arrepentimiento, porque no tenía idea de qué estaba sucediendo. Como de costumbre, esperaba cruzarse con alguien que pudiera explicárselo todo. Para su buena fortuna, esa persona apareció en su camino.

—¡Karenn! —llamó Gardienne desde unos metros.

La vampiresa se giró al instante, dibujando una sonrisa en su rostro. Esa noche vestía un precioso vestido que le llegaba a las rodillas. Las mangas, largas y vaporosas, caían como alas de murciélago, y su cabello, suelto y ligeramente ondulado, le daba un aire de elegancia casual.

—¡Por el Oráculo, estás preciosa! —exclamó Gardienne con admiración.

—¿Oh? ¿Te refieres a estos harapos? —bromeó Karenn mientras se acercaba—. Gracias. Pero tú, ¿por qué no estás arreglada?

Gardienne sintió sus mejillas arder de inmediato.

—Bueno… en realidad no sé qué está pasando. ¿Es una celebración importante?

Karenn arqueó una ceja con diversión.

—De alguna manera. Esta noche la luna se teñirá de azul a la medianoche porque marca el último día de nuestro calendario. En otras partes de Eldarya seguro hacen fiestas mucho más grandes, pero aquí la gente es un poco… aburrida. De todas formas, ¿nadie te avisó?

Gardienne parpadeó sorprendida antes de responder:

—Espera, ¿estás diciendo que… estamos celebrando año nuevo?

—¿Así lo llaman en tu mundo? —preguntó Karenn, y Gardienne asintió—. Bueno, supongo que la Noche de la Luna Azul es lo más parecido a eso.

—Vaya… cómo pasa el tiempo.

Karenn dejó escapar una pequeña risa.

—Es que llegaste justo al final del año. Imagino que nadie te avisó porque para nosotros es algo muy habitual. Pero, en fin, Purriry debe tener algún traje extra. ¿Vamos?

Gardienne asintió, algo aturdida, y dejó que Karenn la guiara hacia el mercado. Las calles estaban decoradas con gran esmero, y cada rincón parecía brillar con una belleza mágica. Por un momento, el ambiente la abrumó. Sería su primera festividad lejos de casa, y la nostalgia la envolvió. Solía aprovechar el Año Nuevo como una excusa para reunirse con su familia y disfrutar de la comida favorita que preparaba su madre. Ahora, estaba sola en un mundo completamente nuevo, rodeada de personas que ni siquiera conocían esos pequeños detalles sobre ella.

Cuando llegaron frente a los Purrekos, Purriry, como siempre, la recibió con su característica energía.

—¡Tengo justo lo que necesitas, querida! Este vestido te quedará como anillo al dedo. Y porque me caes bien, te lo dejo a un precio amigo de tan solo 500 maanas.

—¿500 maanas? —repitió Gardienne, sorprendida—. Eso es muy generoso.

—Si lo prefieres, puedo ser menos generosa —respondió Purriry con una sonrisa pícara.

—¡No, no! Está perfecto. Me lo probaré enseguida.

El vestido, como todo lo que hacía Purriry, era una obra de arte. A estas alturas, Gardienne ya no se sorprendía con el talento de la Purreko, pero este diseño en particular parecía haber sido hecho a su medida. Al mirarse al espejo, no pudo evitar sonreír. Por un momento, sintió que, aunque estuviera lejos de casa, podía disfrutar de aquella noche especial.

A veces me haces cuestionarme, Gardienne… solo a veces —bromeó Karenn, asomándose al probador con una sonrisa traviesa. Sus ojos violetas brillaron al ver el vestido que llevaba puesto la humana—. Vaya, te queda perfecto. Casi como si hubieras nacido para llevarlo.

Gardienne giró frente al espejo, observándose con detenimiento. El vestido, de un azul profundo, resaltaba su figura sin ser excesivamente llamativo, y los pequeños detalles plateados que adornaban el borde parecían imitar las estrellas de un cielo nocturno.

—Gracias, Karenn. Creo que Purriry se superó a sí misma esta vez.

La vampiresa se cruzó de brazos, evaluándola de arriba abajo con una sonrisa aprobatoria antes de agregar:

—Bien, la fiesta empieza en unas horas, pero la mayoría de las personas ya están reunidas en la plaza. Te recomendaría pasar por allí para empaparte del ambiente antes de que comience todo el alboroto. Yo te acompañaría, pero tengo que encontrar a Nevra. Seguramente anda haciendo de las suyas.

Gardienne dejó escapar una risita ligera.

—Por supuesto que lo está haciendo. Bueno, nos vemos en la plaza, entonces.

Karenn se despidió con un gesto elegante y desapareció entre la multitud con esa gracia natural que la caracterizaba. Gardienne suspiró profundamente, acomodándose un mechón suelto detrás de la oreja mientras observaba las luces que colgaban entre los puestos del mercado. Por un instante, dudó si debía ir sola a la plaza, pero la curiosidad y el deseo de formar parte de algo la empujaron a dar el primer paso.

Al salir del mercado, el aire fresco de la noche la envolvió, junto con el murmullo alegre de las conversaciones y la música que comenzaba a llenar las calles. El Cuartel General parecía otro mundo: las decoraciones brillaban con tonos plateados y azulados, como si intentaran imitar la inminente Luna Azul. Pequeños farolillos flotaban en el aire, guiando a las personas hacia la plaza principal.

Mientras caminaba, los recuerdos de las celebraciones en su mundo empezaron a llenarle la mente. Las risas de su familia, el sonido de los fuegos artificiales y el aroma de los platillos que solía cocinar su madre… La nostalgia amenazaba con empañar la noche, pero se obligó a enfocarse en el presente.

Cuando llegó a la plaza, se detuvo un momento para observar. Había pequeños escenarios donde los músicos tocaban melodías mágicas, niños correteaban con risas contagiosas y las parejas bailaban bajo las luces colgantes. Todo parecía salido de un cuento.

Antes de que pudiera avanzar más, una voz conocida interrumpió sus pensamientos:

—¡Ah, ahí estás!

Al girarse, se encontró con Ezarel, quien llevaba una copa en la mano y una expresión de evidente diversión en el rostro.

—Vaya, alguien decidió dejar de ser un ermitaño y unirse a la diversión. ¿Qué te hizo cambiar de opinión? ¿Karenn te arrastró hasta aquí?

Gardienne rodó los ojos, aunque no pudo evitar sonreír ante su tono sarcástico.

—Digamos que me convenció de que no quería perderme algo como esto.

Ezarel alzó una ceja, como si no terminara de creerle, pero finalmente dejó el tema.

—Bien. De todas formas, me alegra que estés aquí. Aunque no lo creas, esta noche es importante. No solo porque celebramos el final del año, sino porque la Luna Azul tiene un significado especial para nosotros los elfos.

La curiosidad de Gardienne se encendió de inmediato, y su mirada se suavizó al observarlo.

—¿Qué significa exactamente?

Ezarel esbozó una sonrisa enigmática.

—Digamos que es una noche para dejar atrás lo viejo y abrirse a lo nuevo. Tal vez deberías intentarlo tú también.

Antes de que Gardienne pudiera responder, Ezarel le ofreció la mano.

—Vamos, no tiene sentido quedarte ahí parada. A menos que prefieras que te cuente más mientras bailamos.

Gardienne dudó por un segundo, pero luego, con una sonrisa tímida, aceptó su mano.

—Supongo que no tengo otra opción.

—Exacto —respondió Ezarel con una sonrisa triunfante.

Mientras la guiaba hacia el centro de la plaza, Gardienne no pudo evitar pensar que, tal vez, esta celebración terminaría siendo más especial de lo que había imaginado.

Ezarel llevó a Gardienne hasta un grupo animado en el que reconoció a Miiko, Karenn, Alajea y algunas otras figuras familiares del Cuartel General. Todos charlaban entre risas, sus rostros iluminados por la tenue luz de las lámparas flotantes. Miiko, que parecía liderar la conversación, fue la primera en notar la llegada de ambos.

—¡Ah, Gardienne! —exclamó, con una sonrisa que parecía mezclar calidez con autoridad—. Veo que Ezarel logró sacarte de tu retiro.

Gardienne sonrió, cruzándose de brazos.

—Más bien fue Karenn quien me convenció. Ezarel solo me arrastró hasta aquí para que lo entretuviera.

Ezarel soltó una leve risa sarcástica, pero no negó nada.

—Como sea, estoy aquí, ¿no? —añadió Gardienne, lanzándole una mirada fugaz al elfo, quien parecía disfrutar del momento.

—Eso es lo importante —intervino Karenn, acercándose para tomar del brazo a Gardienne—. Ven, las chicas y yo estábamos hablando sobre quién de todos está más elegante esta noche.

Gardienne rió mientras Karenn la guiaba hacia donde estaban Alajea y un par de guardianas, quienes inmediatamente la recibieron con comentarios sobre lo bien que le quedaba el vestido. Durante unos minutos, se perdió en la conversación, hablando sobre los detalles de las decoraciones, los rumores de la noche y las tradiciones de la Luna Azul.

De pronto, una voz masculina y firme se alzó por encima del murmullo.

—¡No puedes creerte demasiado, Ezarel! —dijo Nevra, con una carcajada maliciosa en el tono—. Después de todo, te gusta una humana.

Gardienne, que había estado riendo con Karenn y Alajea, se quedó congelada al escuchar esas palabras. Su corazón dio un vuelco, y de inmediato trató de mantener una expresión indiferente, como si no hubiera oído nada. Sin embargo, el calor subió rápidamente a sus mejillas.

De reojo, pudo ver a Ezarel. El elfo estaba completamente tenso, con una expresión mezcla de furia y vergüenza. Sus orejas, normalmente erguidas y orgullosas, estaban sonrojadas, traicionando su calma habitual.

—¡Cállate, Nevra! —respondió Ezarel entre dientes, avanzando hacia el vampiro con una mirada que prometía problemas—. Al menos yo no tengo que coquetear con todo lo que respira para sentirme especial.

—¡Uy, qué sensible! —se burló Nevra, aunque dio un paso atrás, riendo para desviar cualquier represalia.

Gardienne desvió la mirada, esforzándose por concentrarse en la conversación de las chicas, aunque sus pensamientos seguían dando vueltas al comentario de Nevra y a la reacción de Ezarel. A pesar de su aparente indiferencia, no pudo evitar preguntarse si lo que había dicho el vampiro tenía algo de verdad.

Karenn, aparentemente ajena a la tensión entre los chicos, continuó hablando animadamente sobre lo guapo que estaba Nevra esa noche, pero Alajea no tardó en percibir el rostro algo ausente de Gardienne.

—¿Estás bien? —preguntó en voz baja, inclinándose hacia ella.

Gardienne asintió rápidamente, obligándose a sonreír.

—Sí, claro. Es solo que… creo que aún no estoy acostumbrada a celebraciones como esta.

Alajea le devolvió una sonrisa comprensiva.

—Es normal. Pero ya verás, con el tiempo empezarás a sentirte como en casa aquí.

Gardienne asintió, agradecida por sus palabras, aunque no podía apartar del todo de su mente la imagen de Ezarel y su expresión sonrojada. Al mirar de reojo hacia donde estaban los chicos, notó que el elfo y Nevra seguían discutiendo, aunque ahora Karenn se había unido a ellos, tratando de calmar la situación con su usual encanto.

Decidió centrarse en las chicas por el momento. La música seguía resonando en la plaza, mezclándose con las risas y el murmullo de las conversaciones. Gardienne intentó disfrutar de la celebración, pero su mente estaba demasiado distraída. Aunque charlaba con las chicas y reía de vez en cuando, una parte de ella no dejaba de darle vueltas al comentario de Nevra y, sobre todo, a la reacción de Ezarel.

¿Por qué había reaccionado así? ¿Era posible que lo que Nevra dijo tuviera algo de verdad?

Cada vez que lo miraba de reojo, lo veía interactuar con los demás, aparentemente tan tranquilo como siempre, pero ella notaba pequeños detalles: las veces que se llevaba la copa a los labios con más frecuencia de lo habitual o cómo evitaba cruzar su mirada con la suya. ¿Estaba tan afectado como ella?

A medida que la noche avanzaba, la plaza comenzó a vaciarse poco a poco. La mayoría de los guardianes se movían hacia el centro, donde tendría lugar el evento principal: el momento exacto en que la Luna Azul iluminaría el cielo. Gardienne, sin embargo, decidió tomar un respiro y alejarse del bullicio. Caminó hasta un rincón más tranquilo de la plaza, donde una fuente iluminada con luces mágicas creaba un ambiente sereno.

Se sentó en el borde de la fuente, dejando que el frío de la piedra le enfriara las manos. A pesar de su aparente calma, su mente seguía revuelta. ¿Por qué me afecta tanto esto?, se preguntó.

—Ah, aquí estás —dijo una voz familiar, interrumpiendo sus pensamientos.

Al levantar la mirada, vio a Ezarel caminando hacia ella. Su expresión era menos burlona de lo habitual, y eso la desarmó un poco.

—Ezarel… —murmuró, sorprendida.

Él se cruzó de brazos y suspiró, como si le costara encontrar las palabras adecuadas.

—Nevra es un idiota —dijo finalmente, sin rodeos—. No debería andar diciendo esas cosas.

Gardienne lo miró con cautela, su corazón acelerándose de inmediato.

—Entonces… ¿no es verdad? —preguntó, aunque apenas reconoció su propia voz.

Ezarel desvió la mirada, sus orejas enrojeciéndose de nuevo.

—No he dicho eso.

Su confesión hizo que el mundo pareciera detenerse por un instante. Gardienne abrió los ojos con sorpresa, sin saber exactamente qué sentir.

—¿Entonces… es verdad?

Ezarel pasó una mano por su cabello, claramente incómodo.

—Sí, es verdad. Pero eso no significa nada, Gardienne. No quiero que te sientas… obligada o algo así. No espero nada de ti. Solo quiero que lo sepas, porque… —Se detuvo, buscando las palabras adecuadas—. Porque eres importante para mí, pero no quiero que te sientas presionada.

Gardienne lo observó en silencio, notando lo sincero y vulnerable que se veía en ese momento. Durante tanto tiempo lo había conocido como alguien sarcástico y reservado, pero ahora… ahora parecía una persona completamente distinta.

Sin pensar demasiado, dio un paso hacia él, acortando la distancia que los separaba. Ezarel la miró con confusión, y antes de que pudiera decir algo más, Gardienne tomó su rostro entre sus manos y lo besó.

El mundo pareció desvanecerse. La música, las luces, las risas… todo quedó en un segundo plano mientras los labios de ambos se encontraban. Ezarel, inicialmente sorprendido, respondió al beso con una suavidad que desmentía su habitual actitud fría.

Cuando finalmente se separaron, ambos se miraron con la respiración entrecortada, tratando de procesar lo que acababa de suceder. Fue entonces cuando Gardienne notó algo en el cielo.

—Mira… —susurró.

Ezarel alzó la vista, y ambos observaron cómo la luna comenzaba a teñirse de azul. Su luz bañaba la plaza y las calles cercanas, creando un ambiente mágico que parecía envolverlos en su propio mundo.

Ezarel rompió el silencio, su voz más suave que nunca.

—Es un buen momento para un nuevo comienzo, ¿no crees?

Gardienne lo miró, con una pequeña sonrisa en los labios.

—Sí, creo que sí.

Y mientras la Luna Azul brillaba sobre ellos, ambos supieron que esa noche sería una que jamás olvidarían.

[jelly-and-strawberries]

When you get caught in the rain ft. The Eldarya Boys ♡

Lance – A little rain doesn't stop him, he will keep walking as if didn't matter. – It's no different when you're with him. – Of course he cares about you, but sometimes he forgets that you're very much fragile. – If you want him to notice you're having a bad time, then you will have to say something. – Once he notices you're freezing, he will look for some place to take cover. – He would take you into his arms trying to keep you warm with his body which results to be very pleasant. – If you got sick because of it, he would feel guilty for not being more thoughful when he's with you. – He would try to nurse you back to health. – He brings you water, tea with honey, warm soup and will cuddle you in bed while you're resting. – From now on, he's much more careful when you're outdoors with him.

Nevra – He's another one who is usually unbothered by rain.  – However, he looks for a place to take cover right away. – He would hate to see his girlfriend's pretty clothes get drenched. – If you have to make a run for it, he would take off his kimono top for you to cover what you can. – He would even go as far as carrying you fearing you might slip in the mud, besides he's faster anyway. – First thing he does is helping you take off your clothes. Don't get ideas, it's just to lower the chances of you getting sick. – He will also help you dry your hair, as he has experience doing that for Karenn when she was little. – Then, he would ask Karuto for something warm for the both of you to drink before staying in bed for the rest of the day.

Mathieu – He doesn't like rain because it always ruins a day that can be full of adventures. – He also hates getting soaked, but he's ready to bear it if it means you can stay dry. – He's very considerate with you. – He's the type to put himself over the mud just so you don't get your pretty shoes dirty. – Because of his gentle nature, he's the one who usually gets sick. – Don't feel to bad for him since he loves having you as his personal nurse. – His only request is you being in bed with him at all times, that's the best medicine or so he says. – Of course by doing this, you end up getting sick too. – Anyway, he also adores taking care of you so it's no problem for him to nurse back to health.

Ezarel – Ezarel knows how to predict the weather by feeling the air, so it's very rare for you to get caught in the rain. – When it happens, Ezarel will quickly look shelter for both of you. – He's no fan of downpours and hates getting his hair wet because of it, but can handle it. – You on the other side... he gets worried when seeing how much you're shivering. – He stays close to you and takes your hand in his blowing air to them trying to keep them as warm as he can. – If the rain doesn't stop, he will give you his waistcoat and consider carrying you back to the H.Q. – He also hates mud, so imagine his horror when he trips and his outfit gets covered in it. – Don't laugh or he will drag you with him and this will start a mud war. – First thing you do once in the H.Q? Take a warm bath in each other arms.

Leiftan – First thing he does when feeling the droplets of water is putting his cape over your shoulders. – Then he would look for a place to wait until the downpour passes. – He would back you up against the wall/tree and try to cover you with his body, so you don't get too wet. – That way he can also keep you warm with his proximity. – He another one who would carry you back to H.Q not wanting you to slip or get dirty with the mud. – You're so grateful for his thoughtfulness that once you're in his room, you take care of him hoping he doesn't fall ill. – You take a bath with him and carefully wash him up as a thank you. – You also prepare him a porridge and go as far as feeding him yourself. – You both spend the rest of the day cuddling in each others warm embrace.

Valkyon – He gets all worried when it starts raining because he knows that you can easily get sick. – He looks for a dry place with your hand in his. – If he doesn't find a place to take cover, he will try to cover you with his body. – He's naturally warm, so you don't freeze while waiting for it to pass. – Once in H.Q, he takes you to the infermary just to be sure you're okay. – After taking a warm bath, you get into bed and Valkyon hugs you close. – He doesn't want you to feel cold. – The next couple days, he will be watching you carefully in case you get any symptoms. – He will also recommend you to eat/drink warm things like soup and tea. – He will remain protective like that until at least a week has passed.

Jihyo's solo is a banger!!! ♡♡♡

[verystrxxwberry]

Hi, Alex! What about some wedding headcanons with Eldarya boys, please? Thank you!

ELDARYA; wedding headcanons! ♡

♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Individual headcanons, reader x route (both TO and ANE), sfw. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I didn’t really have much inspiration to write these headcanons, but I did my best effort! I hope you all enjoy it. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•.

EZAREL

Seeing you kneeling in front of him confused him. Were you going to tie his shoelaces? But he had boots on, you didn't have to. Wait, were you planning to...? Ah, no, you didn't. You just pulled out a little box... “Would you like to be my husband, Ezarel?” you asked, opening the box and exposing a small golden ring inside. A ring...? Ezarel had a hard time processing your question, the meaning of each one of the words and the connection they had in the sentence. He was in shock, unable to speak for several minutes until he was able to blink and think coherently.

He felt like saying no just to annoy you, but he nodded, “wow, wait... are you sure? I've never been married before...”

“Uh... neither have I, that's why I want to marry you,” you laughed a little at his nervousness, “so… what’s the answer? Do you want to be my husband?” The elf sighed, eyes slightly glazed over and kneeling down in front of you to hug you.

“Of course I do, yes, yes, and yes,” he murmurs, filling your neck with little kisses. He would forget to put on the ring and look at you confused when you put it on, “what are you doing?” to him, you two were already married.

Ezarel doesn't know how to help with the wedding preparations, so he leaves the responsibility to Keroshane. He's fine with it all, but he'd even think it's perfect if there are a lot of sweets at the banquet.

When the day arrives, Ezarel is very nervous, his hands sweaty and his eyes shining with constant excitement. It's adorable to see the elf so vulnerable for his wedding day. He would be constantly adjusting his suit, looking in the reflections to fix his hair and look decent.

Many times in the past Ezarel commented that weddings were tiring for him since it was so time-consuming. But the time passed quickly at his wedding, and he certainly enjoyed it as he had never enjoyed any event before.

You, Valkyon, Nevra and Ezarel would be sitting in a circle of chairs while everyone seemed to get carried away for a night, talking, gossiping and having a good time. Ezarel would have cried from the excitement, and only the three of you knew how to comfort him. The elf was so clingy! He didn't leave your side all night. 

He seemed to be constantly on the verge of tears, but it was simply the bliss of the moment. His head would constantly be resting on your shoulder while he seemed to be much more joking and relaxed than usual.

NEVRA

Never ever expected to marry someone. No one expected him to take that big step on his life and compromise himself with someone, but there he was! More than willing to be your husband. 

You didn’t even expect he’d be the one getting on his knees and giving the most precious speech you’ve ever heard before. Tears blurred your vision, but you still nodded your head. Nevra was so glad you had agreed to take that step with him. You wanted to keep it a secret from Karenn, but she ended up finding out because she insisted so much; she knew you two had a plan in mind! And when she found out, she cried a lot with emotion.

And for a year, you were organizing things, in fact, Nevra put so much attention and care into the wedding that he planned things while he was still at work, completely focused on it, as it was more important than work at that moment. He did a great combo of purple, yellow and red lights that made the environment truly romantic! He made sure the environment could keep the romantic vibes he wished to give.

It would be celebrated on the hundred years cherry tree area. He ordered a certain pattern of lights around the area, relighting the lights around the tree and causing a beautiful lighting effect since the wedding would be at dusk.

The day came, and you found yourself in front of Nevra. His trembling hands held yours gently, his voice sounded firm as he swore an oath to love you until death do you part.

As he made his emotional speech once again, you heard Karenn sobbing in the background. She was crying more than you both together.

You could see that Nevra was completely relaxed, with a smile all the time on his face. Karenn hugged you both very affectionately after the ceremony, weeping like a baby.

The party began and Nevra would lead you to a slow dance under the warm lights, taking your waist with certain firmness and gentleness while his other hand intertwined his fingers with you. Everyone was enjoying themselves, some conversing at the table dinner, others drinking and dancing around you; but it still felt like the two of you were alone. After all, it was your day. Although his voice was low, the closeness between you allowed you to hear him more than the music itself. He would tell you nice things about how he had never imagined himself at that moment, how he doubted he would be a good husband; but that he would do his best to keep things going as smoothly as ever.

He planned a surprise trip to other safe regions on Eldarya for your honeymoon. -And pray to not get pregnant during the honeymoon, because it is most likely to happen by accident!-

If we are talking in terms of A new era context… imagine you sent a letter to Ezarel to update him about the news and inviting him to the wedding. His presence would be an absolute surprise! And Nevra would hug him so tightly it’d seem that the wedding was between Nevra and Ezarel. It’d be so cute!

VALKYON

Accidentally proposed the same day. Yes, as you read. In different situations, you had discussed what a married life would be like, and you both seemed attracted to the idea of getting married. Therefore, you planned to propose on the day of your anniversary. But you were surprised to see how Valkyon went ahead and in the middle of dinner took out a box, opening it to show you the ring. “Valkyon...” you mused and also took out the box, showing him a similar ring, ”I was also going to propose to you today...”

You both looked at each other puzzled before you both started laughing out loud. That was already an automatic yes from both parties, so that was a relief.

Very lost with the wedding preparations....but still, supports your ideas! Want him to wear a princess dress? Ok. Want to eat some nachos for the banquet? That’s cool. Want to throw a bucket of water to him to celebrate it? Alright, as you want, dear.

Wants to see you dressed for the wedding before the wedding. Although that would cause him to stay up all night thinking about how good it looks on you, and my goodness, he's so in love.

They had to change his suit because the first one was so tight that his pecs were almost waving at you, and he didn't want to look obscene at the wedding. After the wedding it’s ok, he can be obscene…, but by the gods, there would be kids during it!

You wouldn't complain about seeing him with a chest window though.

Anyway, you'd see him with his hair pulled back in a low ponytail, and it looks great on him! The ceremony was fantastic and warm, everyone was so happy to see you two start a new stage in your lives.

When he sees you dressed for the wedding he repeats countless times how beautiful you look. And he really cannot take his eyes from you.

He would save time during the night to thank the guests for coming, especially the older creatures! And he would spend some time playing with the little ones.

Valkyon would end up drunk from trying every shot, glass and tankard of beer.... Forgive him, because from that moment on he would be more clingy and cheerful, open to board games with you and other creatures. He would have his hand constantly on your knee, since he was afraid to let you out of his sight.

He would let himself be free and end up unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt, undoing his tie a bit and letting his hair down. He looked gorgeous, and it was almost mesmerizing how handsome your husband was.

That night was also truly special. So truly special and intense that next morning he was completely dead (not literally -heh-), needing almost all the day to rest. The same goes for you though.

LEIFTAN

No doubt Leiftan has thought on more than one occasion about marrying you and starting a family with you. It seems to him the strongest connection there could be. And over the years of your relationship he realized that he wanted to make that wish come true, but he was too shy to take the initiative. He was afraid, what if it wasn't your ideal life? Maybe he would have to settle for not formally marrying you and just being your boyfriend.

As usual, Leiftan took you on a date with him to an extensive secluded garden, where he liked to take you for picnics. While he kept busy making a flower crown, you plucked up the courage to take the big step. You caught his attention and began to recite some beautiful and sentimental words to him, stuttering a bit from nerves, which made you embarrassed... but it's Leiftan, c’mon, he more than anyone else knows how to be patient and bring confidence when you are nervous. He doesn't judge you for stuttering.

In fact, your words are so nice that he starts sobbing as if you were giving him the worst news in the world. Forgive him... he's really very happy! He will finally accomplish one of his goals in life. He didn't know what he had done to deserve that you wanted to have him as your husband, but without a doubt his answer was a huge yes. With trembling hands he grabbed you by the cheeks and pressed a kiss against your lips full of love and emotion.

Participate in the organization of the wedding 100%! In fact, he is in charge of most of the lighting, decoration and banquet. He would prepare sweets for the banquet himself.

It’d be more a dinner than a party, as Leiftan enjoys quiet environments where everyone can talk together and have fun without the need of overwhelming stimulations.

There won’t be much people as he prefers to have a comfortable and more relaxed ceremony, where your closest friends and family could go.

The fact that he is getting married is already overwhelming enough!

The ceremony is beautiful and quite traditional, although Leiftan ordered the playing of instruments such as piano and violin to make the scene much more special for the two of you. As the classical music played in the background, Leiftan held back tears like he had never cried before. You looked beautiful in your wedding outfit! And just as you arrived on the stage, he let you know it, with some admiration, desire and no doubt, a lot of love.

He searched and prepared a honeymoon in a cozy and warm place where you could constantly get massages, go to dates in open spaces and warm baths!

LANCE

A strange concept he never thought about, as he’d never thought he’d get to marry anyone. There was a serious conversation once. You two deeply thought about your future plans, and he asked you if you wanted to ever marry him. You said yes, which made him very confused, and he overthought a lot of the reasons for that to be your choice. It had no logic…

He consulted secretly with almost everyone in the guards. “Hey, in case you want to get married, how would you propose it? Oh, and do you think ____ would like to marry me?” Everybody told him literally yes, but he kept thinking you would say no.

It was thanks to Mathieu's insistence and his words straight out of a fantasy love novel that slightly motivated him to take the big step.

And it took years for him to take some bravery to ask it.

He won’t get on his knees because he wants to make it subtle. He’d ask you to go for a walk and then, as you two are pretty far from anyone, he’ll start his proposal.

When you said yes, Lance sighed in relief as if there was a chance for you to say no. You won’t see it but that night he kicked his feet like a happy, in love teen.

He tries to help with the wedding preparation, but it’s a little bit messy or simple… yet he contributes a lot with the money. He spends the whole time until the wedding having a little crisis every day from how life will change, how he is terrified of not being a good husband…

Whatever, the day comes, and he is so tense that you even wonder if he is enjoying himself. You gave him your hand, and he spent the whole day seeking your hand as a way to be less nervous. And it worked!

He doesn’t think that many people would agree to come to the wedding, but for his surprise, lots of people came (for his perspective though, it was actually a small wedding because he didn’t want a very big party). He prefers the ceremony short and to the point so you all can go to have dinner. He gets very congratulated by everyone and that only serves to make him proud, happy and feeling so damn lucky to have you.

Eats a lot during that night, but like a LOT.

He gets emotional at some point, sad that his brother can't see any of what's going on. It occurred to you to encourage him, telling him that from wherever he was, he would be watching you and encouraging you to continue with a happy life. You were sure Valkyon would be proud of the change Lance made and of finally getting someone to call him husband and make it official.

He hugs you and starts muttering how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have married to you. He was absolutely in love with you. And that night he filled you with that love, making sure you knew how deep his feelings are!

MATHIEU

It was proposed by accident. Literally, of all the places he could hide the box with the ring, he hid it behind a pillar of books on the desk. As you were tidying up your space you saw it, and began to laugh at how clumsy your boyfriend could be. But clearly the thought of him proposing got you excited.

You started giving him more hints over the next few days about wanting to get married. You saw him turn red with embarrassment, as well as nervous and somewhat awkward. His nervous smile and stuttering were adorable.

One day he was very frustrated, he had lost something very important. You saw him on the verge of tears, and because he refused to let you help him, you decided to help him lol. You knew where the box was, although he seemed to have forgotten... how clumsy. When he saw you pick up the box, he became very nervous, asking you, “Do you know what it is?”

You could no longer pretend and nodded your head, “of course I know, silly,” you humorously handed it to him, “but aren’t you planning to get down on your knees?”

Oh, he immediately did! He opened the box and showed you the ring, “so… you know the question, right?” his smiled didn’t fail to show his excitement. And it increased when the answer to the most awaited question was a yes- you wanted to marry him!

He would love to have a themed wedding. No need for everything to be so formal, guests could go in costume and make it a really fun wedding! However, the tradition of doing something formal was there, and he decided to adapt to having a formal wedding... and the next day a themed party with the guests!

The day came, and he was panicking a lot, Lance had to calm him down to not be so anxious during the ceremony. He almost puked last day’s dinner…

So excited he invites everyone he sees. So you might find creatures you didn’t know about invited by Mathieu since they were kind to him… a little bit risky, yes. But he’s just like that from the excitement.

Mesmerized about how you look. And he definitely started sobbing when he saw you walking towards him, a liquid snoot threatening at the edge of his nose… yeah, he was a little bit messy, but he was as adorable anyway. Lance gave him a tissue to clean himself because it’d be unacceptable to be filled of snots and tears when it is time to kiss you!

He fills your face with kisses when he gets the chance to kiss you after the beautiful speech and all of that. Mathieu was so excited to give you the first as your husband!

Spends the whole night playing games with you, yapping, dancing and having fun! And the next day there will be a themed party where you’d have even more fun.

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[averil2004]

Karenn: So... What about your parents?

Chrome: My parents? *looks at Erian and Leiftan* Well...

[axiina]

CHARACTER LIST

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Genshin Impact:

Mondstadt:

Albedo

Amber

Bennett  (aged up only)

Diluc

Eula

Fischl (aged up and platonic only)

Jean

Kaeya

Lisa

Mona

Noelle  (aged up only(?))

Razor  (aged up only)

Rosaria

Aether

Sucrose

Venti 

Liyue:

Beidou

Chongyun  (aged up only)

Ganyu

Hu Tao

Keqing

Ningguang

Xiangling  (aged up (?) and platonic)

Xiao

Xingqiu  (aged up only)

Xinyan  (aged up only)

Yanfei

Zhongli

Shenhe

Inazuma:

Arataki Itto

Gorou

Kaedahara Kazuha

Kamisato Ayaka

Kamisato Ayato

Kujou Sara

Raiden Shogun

Sangonomiya Kokomi (platonic only)

Thoma

Yoimiya

Yae Miko

Yun Jin

Snezhnaya:

Tartaglia

Khaenri’ah:

Dainsleif

Arcane:

Caitlyn

Ekko

Jinx

Mel

Vi

Viktor

Vander (platonic only)

FNAF:

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Chica 

Montgomery Gator

Roxanne Wolf

Sun/Sundrop/Sunrise

Moon/Moondrop

Vanessa (platonic only)

Michael Afton

Eldarya:

(I can also write character x character)

Ezarel

Nevra

Valkyon

Leiftan

Chrome ( A New Era)

Karenn ( A New Era)

Miiko

Ykhar

Ewelein

Keroshane

Koori

Huang Chu

My Candy Love:

(high school era only)

Lysander

Castiel

Nathaniel

Kentin

Armin

Alexy (platonic only)

Rosalya (platonic only)

Amber

Iris

Kim

Violette

Melody

Final Fantasy VII:

(I can also write character x character)

Claud Strife

Tifa Lockhart

Aeris Gainsborough

Sephiroth

Vinvent Valentine

Zack Fair

Rufus Shinra

Genesis Rhapsodos

Reno Sinclair

Haikyuu:

Karasuno (aged up, 18>):

Kōshi Sugawara

Yū Nishinoya

Tobio Kageyama

Shōyō Hinata

Kei Tsukishima

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Kiyoko Shimizu

Keishin Ukai

Nekoma:

Tetsurō Kuroo

Yaku Morisuke

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Aoba Johsai:

Tōru Oikawa

Hajime Iwaizumi

Shigeru Yahaba

Yūtarō Kindaichi

Akira Kunimi

Kentarō Kyōtani

Fukurodani:

Kōtarō Bokuto

Keiji Akaashi

Akinori Konoha

Shiratorizawa:

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Eita Semi

Satori Tendō

Tsutomu Goshiki

Kenjirō Shirabu

Johzenji:

Kenjirō Shirabu

Itachiyama:

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Inarizaki:

Shinsuke Kita

Atsumu Miya

Rintarō Suna

Osamu Miya

Tears of Themis:

Artem Wing

Vyn Richter

Marius Von Hagen

Luke Pearce

The Arcana:

Asra

Nadia

Julian

Muriel

Portia

Lucio

Valerius

The Witcher:

(I can also write character x character)

Geralt of Rivia (platonic only if x reader)

Yennefer of Vengerberg (platonic only if x reader)

Ciri

Jaskier

Eskel

Lambert

Fringilla Vigo

Emiel Regis

Tissaia de Vries (platonic only)

Rience

Milva (sfw only)

Avallac’h

Eredin Breacc Glas

Imlerith 

Caranthir Ar-Feiniel

Coën

Vesemir (platonic)

Iorweth

Hunger Games:

Coriolanus Snow (young Coriolanus only)

Lucy Gray Baird (platonic only)

Sejanus Plinth

Tigris Snow

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Effie

Haymitch

Johanna Mason

Finnick Odair

Stardew Valley:

Sam

Elliott

Sebastian

Shane

Abigail

Emily

Haley

Maru

Baldur's Gate 3:

Astarion

Gale Dekarios

Karlach

Shadowheart

Wyll

! I do not write works with children characters/characters who are physically children !

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I might have forgotten someone, so ask me if you are interested in a character and they are not on the list

[linaselandbasil]

Eldarya boys as roommates.

Nevra: Has a lot of stuff he doesn't want you to touch but they're literally everywhere, you will inevitably have to touch it to make way. He'll keep the house clean if he has a date coming over though, which happens every few days to every few weeks. He has a lot of expensive stuff, so he's watching you with concern when you walk by his antique table lamp he decided to put on a coffee table, or his handwoven Persian rug that was passed down from his late father to him, or the irreplaceable framed picture Karenn drew of them when she was 6. Also, Karenn. Shes at his place maybe every other day? She never stops talking but that's fine, at least Nevra isn't bothering you. He thinks he's mysterious and dark, but he's simply a goth chatter machine.

Ezarel: Always annoyed by something you just did because he was planning something and you ruined it. He'd need to be at the edge of death before he disrespects your boundaries. He could be literally bleeding out and he'd avoid going to your room and waking you up because that's rude. He makes messes but they absolutely cannot be cleaned up, otherwise he can't find what he needs. He brings his work home a lot, there's documents and alchemical formulae on the kitchen table because why not? Why shouldn't he read his research notes on fungi based aphrodisiacs while eating dinner? He often comes home with his fringe burned, legend says his hair is like that because he forgot to tie it up and something exploded.

Leiftan: Very polite, he did nothing wrong in his entire life, he's a literal angel... But he's never home and his cat is a bitch and you're gonna have to feed that thing pretty regularly. When he comes home the cat is also an angel, but the bite marks and the piss stains remain. All his clothes are white or grey so he's done for the week in one or two loads, he's great at cooking (for eldarya standards anyway) and he sweeps up his cats hair every time he sees it. He's great.

Lance: You'll probably never be his roommate because he always lives with his brother. He's never home, he's always up to some bullshit, he's got no job most of the time but he has money somehow? Probably from Valkyon. You'll never have to worry about burglars, he'll eat them whole. He leaves his big ass shoes everywhere and you'll probably trip on them. He's usually a tidy person but by the end of the day he just wants a nap. Also, this creature is simultaneously a night owl and an early bird. Does he even sleep? How is he so muscular? Did you know sleep is detrimental to muscule development? Hmmm? I've never seen him sleep.

Valkyon: He has so many drugs, you'd start praying that the cops never show up. He's also that one bitch who has expensive liquor out on the top of the shelf to let people know he has a problem but he still has taste. He's not home most of the time because he's out getting laid somewhere. He's never late with rent either, but the cash is always sticky. He hates it when people come over but he also hates not minding his business so he shuts up about it. It doesn't matter what he's having, it could be antidepressants, but he'll ask you if you want sum'. That's some brother behavior right there.

Mathieu: He's a gym bro and he always has his gym friends over and they're playing video games while you're trying to live life like a normal person but there's 4-6 shredded dudes and girls in your living room every weekend. He's a Kevin, sadly, but he means well. (Search stories about Kevin, you'll understand) He ran into Lance at the gym and now he smokes weed too so he smells like skunk every once in a while. He'll cook nice meals for you, which is nice unless he Kevins it up.

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i'm just obsessed with your fic! erika/nevra would be great parents, Karenn would be a protective aunt. Imagine the drama if Nevra's parents found out about the pregnancy?? if you can make any droplets around this story, i would love it! thank you.

Oh, Nevra would be very against visiting his previous clan after his child was born. He’s only open to do it in life or death situations. And he’s even less willing to let his wife (even if she doesn’t know it yet) and his child be put in a situation he just knows is going to be dangerous for them.

It doesn’t matter if people in eldarya nowadays perceive Erika as an Aengel (and a Martyr) more than a human. He knows that the fact that she was raised on earth and still has mostly human blood coursing through her veins means that she’s in active danger when parading around a vampire clan that still uses her people’s blood as the basis of their nutrition. Being introduced as his mate and having Karenn act like her bodyguard might keep her physically safe, but being immersed in a culture where she knows that her, her people and even her child are still only seen as a fulfilling meal isn’t really bound to do good things for her psyche.

Nevra is intensely concerned about Erika’s safety, even if she jokes all the time about the amount of times she has died and was brought back to life, Nevra had to live seven years grieving her loss and seeing her corpse stuck inside the crystal, peaceful, never aging, while he grew older and had to figure out how to live with her gone.

He has just gotten her back.

And not only that, but he’s getting the life he once dreamed about having with her.

Nevra knows that the second there’s a life or death situation, as the crystal’s chosen she might not have a choice, and might need to sacrifice herself again. At the very least he wants to avoid putting her in more life or death situations if he can help it.

Not to mention, his child is a human hybrid. He is NOT putting them in danger or letting his sweet baby hear all the nasty shit that’s going to be said about them.

If his mother sent a letter asking for help, he’d do his duty and go help them. If yaqut vampires had to move to HQ? He’d do his duty to help them.

But no one is going NEAR his kid without strict supervision.

By the way— Erika, at least in my AU, still loves and deeply misses earth. She respects her culture and wants her baby to know where their mom came from, because there’s a very high possibility that they’ll never get to know earth aside from her and Mathieu’s stories about it.

So her kid is going to grow up with a lot of pride about being part human! Even if there are a lot of faelians who don’t see it as a source of pride.