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my star || tyril starfury x mc [blades of light and shadow fanfic]

Notes: for personal reasons writing/reading about pregnancy is very hard for me so the fact that I did manage to write this means a lot to me, I hope you enjoy this short piece ☺️

Also, this is a fic in which MC is female, but I did not have a specific face/race in mind so feel free to imagine your own MC while reading!

Warnings:

# death

# blood/wounds

# later pure fluff

Tags: @keviriass 💙 🥺 sis @lxdy-starfury @imturaxamara

Summary:

A lullaby sung for a fallen hero may not be the last one she will ever sing...

The calm ambience of forest would be utterly quiet if not for the voice, comming from it’s deepest, darkest part.

In the middle of a clearing full of flowers sat a woman. It was her voice that disturbed the calm silence of the forest. She sang a calm but sad lullaby for the fallen one she deeply loved.

Her eyes were put down, looking towards a figure laying on her bent knees. She held her hands on his chest, gently carresing the base of his neck.

His ravenous hair were messily let loose around his head and face, thus she softly waved some of the strands off of his forehead. His blue, usually glowing skin now turned pale and sickly gray. His fierce, sapphire eyes were closed and were never meant to open again.

She carried on, quietly singing in ancient elven language, this time lifting her eyes towards his torso, where a single arrow was stuck, blood from the wound staining scarlet his silken tunic.

The woman picked a nerby white, delicate flower and gently tucked it into his cold hands laying them down, so the delicate petals would cover the blood even a little.

She did not want to remember this wound, she did not want this to be her last memory of him.

As she ended the quiet melody, she spoke in even quieter voice:

"Ah, Tyril... my Star... you have always been bright just as a star on a night sky, a fierce star showing me a way in darkness... but now this star burned out, turned into dust... Isn’t it unfair? You fought so bravely against the corruption wielding this realm in it’s tight grasp. It would only be fair if the fate gave you something in regards of your bravery... and ah, it did thus you will not be here to witness the beauty of this child that I carry. My Star, this is not fair..." she leaned down, planting a kiss on his forehead and then stuck their foreheads together, her tears wetting his cheeks...

She had woken up in darkness, screaming and gasping for air. Has this been a dream? Her eyes watered, but then the candles next to the bed she was resting in lit and a strong pair of arms took a hold of her.

It was him, alive and well. She sobbed a couple of times, holding him like her live depended on it. His hands carresed her back until she was calm again, and then he gently pushed her away a little so he could see her face. She was trembling and he could see the terror she was in showing in her eyes.

He did not have to ask, he knew she had another terrible nightmare, they were haunting her ever since they got back to Undermount. Instead, he took her face in his hands and wiped the tears streaming down her face. They stayed quiet for a moment, when finally she spoke, whispering:

"I saw you die, Tyril. I saw the life draining away from you and i could not help you. You died and never knew that soon there will be another one needing you even more than I do..." she tried to hug into his chest again, but this time he held her at arm’s lenght.

"What do you mean?"

She then understood that she exposed the secred she has been carring for some weeks now.

She looked down and bit her lip, then quietly whispered:

"I carry your child, Tyril of house Starfury."

For a second, she could see astonishment painted all over his face, but then he gave her one of those beautiful smiles of his and kissed her.

Tears fell down her cheeks again, but this time she could not stop the smile spreading across her face.

Tyril held her even tighter, warmly smiling himself.

"This is magnificent news my love" he whispered, kissing her again.

"though I can not believe that I will become a father."

She looked into his eyes.

"You will be the best father in all Undermount, in all Morella even. I just know it, my Star..."

Shortly, they fallen asleep, tightly embraced, with no nightmares disturbing either of their sleep.

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corrupted soul || aerin valleros [blades of light and shadow fanfic]

So in addiction to my fanart of young Aerin, here goes a short fanfic

All he felt was sharp pain caused by a sharp blade of Crown Prince’s dagger, burning his left cheek. His brother, Baldur, just looked him in the eyes, and then started laughing. That laugh, it wasnt a laugh of happiness, in fact all Aerin could feel when hearing it was Baldur’s cruelity and hatred towards younger Prince.

Maybe it was all his fault? Maybe Baldur had the right to punish him for being this vulnerable, this weak?

No; his brother was a monster. Nothing gave him the right, nothing would justify treating Aerin this way.

Younger Prince stood up, swept away tears and blood from his face, and then looked at his brother with newfound hatred towards him.

Then, inside his head, he heard echoing whispers.

"You hate him..."

"He should pay..."

"You should be the future king, you should be loved and worshipped..."

And then his own, dark thought crossed his mind.

He. Will. Pay.

A veil of thick shadow covered both Aerin’s mind and eyes.

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whatever a heart wants || oliver x mc [distant shores fanfic] uninvoked feelings I

Well, hello there lads. Yer saviour arrived. Due to lack of Oliver in this week’s chapter and the fans deeply demanding Oliver kidnapping us, here comes this fanfiction.

Notes:

# mc’s name is James Whitlock

# english is not my first language

# i love oliver.

Warnings:

# a little bit of angst also fluff

Tags:

@keviriass @lolimugly @bellaraines @wayhavensmasonsbitch

Summary:

While saving Ginny, James is willing to sacrifice his freedom just to get her to safety. And when he ends up kidnapped and enslaved on enemy’s ship, a familiar man comes to interrogate him...

When awoke, James was hit with unbearable headache, which came along with unpleasant memories from just hours ago...

He couldn’t let Ginny die.

That is why he decided to jump into the water after her, even though he knew he could not make it back.

Cold water hit him almost as hard as his body hit it’s surface, when he swam as fast as he could, locking eyes with the drowning girl. A great wave sweept him underneath, but he kept on going, the only thought crossing his mind was that he had to save her. And he did. But at cost of his own freedom.

His cheek was hit again, this time harder, and the hand that did so wore a big signet ring, which left a nasty, painful cut on his face. James jerked awake, at first not knowing where he is, but then realising he was caught by the navy, as he was greeted with a face of the sailor he hit yesterday while rescuing Ginny.

His face was swollen, lip cut, but he still managed to wear a mocking grin.

"I see yer finally awake, scum. Our lieutenant wants to interrogate you.

"Oliver?" His name was the only thing that crossed his mind, and at the memory of their kiss his heart filled with hope.

"Maybe he will help me..." thought James, but then, again, he remembered that Oliver was the one in command of this bunch.

"Get yerself together and behave, rat."

Saying so, the sailor took last glance at him and then left the dark room.

James scowled him, and then hid his face in his hands. He sighed.

And then someone else entered the room. When he lifted his head, James was greeted with the sight of familiar brown eyes and lightly tanned face.

"Oliver..." he whisperred, as the said man came closer.

"James Whitlock. It is a pleasure to meet you again, thus I wish it could be in less... complicated circumstances."

Saying so, Oliver slowly approached another man, but James slightly moved away.

"What do you want? I won’t tell you anything." to his surprise, the other man just kneeled beside him, and delicately wiped blood off of his split cheek.

"I apologize, William can be... tough sometimes."

"Understatement of the century" James muttered, throwing an angry glance at the lieutenant.

Silence fell between them, as Oliver stood up and straightened his coat.

"Listen, James. If it was for me, I wouldn’t be doing this. But I have to. I have a debt to pay, and if I don’t catch the Poseidon’s Revenge we’ll both be in way bigger trouble than we are now. So please, cooperate and... and I will help you escape. "

James was shocked. Will he really let him go if he tells him what he knows? But on the other hand... how could he just betray Edward like that?

He looked down at his tightly tied hands, and could see bruises already forming on his wrists.

Oliver sighed.

"I understand, you do not believe me. Here..." he kneeled beside James once again, this time gently taking his palms in his, and cutting the rope tying them with a knife. He then gently carresed the man’s hands, holding them in his.

James looked in his eyes.

"Escape with me, Oliver. Leave all this behind and come with me. We will be free, together."

His words were filled with sorrow, and as he looked at Oliver, he could see similar feeling haunting his face.

"James..."

"Please, Oliver. Don’t you want to be free? To be with me?"

Oliver leaned in and pressed their foreheads together, gently carresing James’ face with his fingers.

"For the love of God, James, I have no idea why, but yes I do, I would leave all behind just to be with you. But I can’t."

Oliver attempted to move away, but James took hold of his collar and jerked him forward, kissing him, suprisingly softly. As the kiss deepened, James moved his hands to the back of the other’s head, and untied his hair. Soon soft, long strands caressed both their faces, as they broke off of the sweet kiss.

After a moment of silence and looking in each other’s eyes, Oliver finally spoke, but it was more of a faint whisper.

"James, tonight you flee out of this ship. I will help you get away safely, and next time we reunite, we both escape. Together."

James smiled , as he nuzzled himself against Oliver’s neck.

And maybe it was the most irresponsible thing they could have done, but they fallen asleep, embraced in each others arms, James’s palm carresing Oliver’s hair from time to time.

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a debt that has been paid || oliver x mc [distant shores fanfic] uninvoked feelings II

I am back with another Oliver fanfic. This is a part two to whatever a heart desires, which you can find in my profile.

Notes:

# mc’s name is James Whitlock

# english is not my first language

# i love oliver.

Warnings:

# angst

# hurt/blood

Tags:

@keviriass [special dedication to you, because you pushed me to write it, thanks ❤️] @bellaraines @lolimugly @wayhavensmasonsbitch

Summary:

He knew the navy will get to them one day. And when they do, the only thing left is to fight for freedom, even if it means to fight someone the heart desires over everything else...

As soon as James saw a navy ship on the horizon, he knew they were in trouble. So when minutes later he heard Edward screaming:

"They’re trying to board! Everyone, get yer weapons ready!", he grabbed his sword and ran to join the crew on board.

He was right on time to see a big ship full of navy men get closer to Poseidon’s Revenge. James pointed his sword at the nearest navy sailor, as he slowly approached him. A couple more of unknown men stepped on the board, then got out of the way as to make a place for someone else to enter.

And then James took a glance at a familiar man, who’s long hair were tied at the back of his head, hidden beneath a black captain’s hat. His face was calm, but voice was filled with rage.

"Edward Mortemer, surrender yourself along with your crew and the navy will promise you a quick death!"

Edward came closer, pointing his sword straight at Oliver’s chest.

"And if we don’t surrender?"

Oliver threw him a scowling glance.

"Then we shall solve it in a fight."

Edward said nothing, instead threw himself straight into Oliver with a yell.

At once, every navy man attacked, and James found himself surrounded by three of the sailors. He took better hold of his sword, and then attacked one of them, quickly disarmed him and punched in the face. The following two were also greeted with James' fury and a series of kicks, but one of them managed to kick him in the chin and, as James stumbled, he heard a quick "Duck!". Next moment he heard a shot and when he finally took a glance at his opponent, he was dead on the floor with a gun wound on his forehead. James turned back and saw Charlie with a gun pointed straight at another sailor, before she pulled the trigger and jumped to the next enemy.

"Next time better watch yer back, love!" she shouted, as they fought another two men.

Blood dripped off of his chin, when James jumped over one of the sailors and ended him with a slash of his sword. Just as he was about to fight off another one, he heard Edward’s scream of pain. He doged and looked to where the captain layed on the floor, his sword a few feet away. Oliver stood tall beside him and pointed his sword to Edward’s throat.

"Oh no, does that mean we lost?" James thought, but then looked at Edward once again and could see in his eyes that he never will let the navy win. With a yell, Edward kicked Oliver and jerked up, grabbing his sword along the way. The fight started again, and even more screams filled the air along with the sound of sword hitting a sword.

James finished off a dozen more of sailors and then found himself back to back with Edward, as a couple more of their enemies circled them, cutting away form Oliver.

"Mr. Whitlock, do you mind if I borrow this for a second?" Edward asked, and, without waithing for James’ response, took his sword. Then he took a step back, and jumped over the men surrounding them. Disposing them took him only a couple of seconds, and when he found himself again by James' side, he threw him his sword with a quick "Thank ye".

In the heat of the fight James didn’t realise when he was sweept away from Edward and suddenly he found himself face to face with...

"Oliver. What a pleasure to meet you again."

James grinned, as he reflected Oliver's blade with his own.

They circled each other for a moment, and then Oliver attacked again.

His movements were smooth and fast, just as if he was born with a sword in hand.

James dodged another blow, and grinned.

"You are good with a sword."

"Why, thank you. It took years of practice. You are not so bad yourself, James."

"You flatter me, I’ve only held a sword a couple of times."

"Then you indeed are insanely skilled."

Unexpectedly, James found himself pressed against the wall, with Oliver's body close to him, their chests pressing against each other as they breathed hard. He could feel a blade held tight to his neck, and Oliver’s fingers caressed his wounded chin.

James winced in pain.

"Ah, I am sorry James. I did not intend to cause you any pain. "

Then Oliver slightly bowed his head to whisper into James' ear.

"Surrender, James, and we will both be able to escape."

"What about Edward and the crew?"

"They will be judged and later hanged for their crimes."

For a moment, a silence fell between them. Then, as James tilted his head, his lips closer to the other man's, he whispered

"Oliver..."

And then he moved, as he pinned Oliver against the wall, this time taking his sword and throwing it behind him.

"I can’t let you do this..."

Their lips met only for a quick moment, before he heard his name being screamed. He turned back just as a stray navy sailor swung a sword at him.

James kicked him, and swung his blade, ending his life. Next moment, more of them arrived, yelling in rage. And as Oliver tried to parry their blows, his blade sunk into James's side.

James yelled in pain, stumbling on the floor. When he looked down, his shirt was soaked with fresh, red blood flowing from the wound. As he tried to stop the bleeding with his hand,he saw Oliver getting shot by Edward, and then the captain got to him.

The pirate was yanking him and yelling something, but James couldnt quite understand the words. As he looked back, all he saw were navy men dropping their weapons, and Edward kicking Oliver in rage.

James gathered himself with the last of his strenght, and approached Edward, holding him back and yelling:

"Leave him, he’s hurt!”

Edward tried to jerk away, screaming back:

"So are you, James! This goddamn navy dog hurt you and i will make him pay!"

After a moment more of fighting, Edward gave up.

"I am sorry, James, I failed you" he muttered "Forgive me..."

James eyed Oliver, laying bloodied on the deck. He looked him as well, with those familiar brown eyes, this time filled with pain.

Edward gathered himself and angrily adressed Charlie:

"Throw the alive in the locker and get rid of the bodies."

She nodded in understatment.

Eyeing Oliver, he scowled.

"As for this one here, lock him away from the others. I will take care of him later.”

The captain spat on the floor, near Oliver’s body, and walked away towards his cabbin.

James took a last glance at the lieutenant, as Henry jerked him away. 

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a flower bloomed in darkness || imtura x mc [blades of light and shadow fanfic]

Notes: a request from @imturaxamara , sweetie i know its not 100% what you described but im an artist, i change things. I hope you will like this anyway!

# mc’s name is amara, she’s an orc

Warnings:

# just shadow court shadowing around

Summary:

Love is the only flower that will bloom even in the deepest darkness. It can also save a life in a fight against the shadow court...

"Amara!" someone screamed, but she couldn’t recall who the voice belonged to. Everything was spinning, her head felt dizzy and the voices seemed to come from a long distance rather than just next to her.

Then memories hit her.

The fight. Shadow creatures chasing them. Screams and fire.

"Imtura" she whisperred. Was she alive?

Amara forced her eyes open and stood up. All around her layed bodies of her friends. She looked around, but couldn’t find her. And then, she noticed; a body was placed underneath a fallen tree.

She took off running and soon Imtura was freed from the trunk.

Amara shook her, screamed her name, but nothing worked.

She was d e a d.

"I failed... I am so sorry. Mother, Kade, now you... all dead... I could not protect you. I am too weak..." her whispers were mixed with tears.

And then she screamed.

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Imtura held night guard when she heard her screaming. Again. It has been three days since that incident and Amara was acting weirdly ever since. Imtura knew she was scared of losing her, but hell, why isolate themself and stop talking to anyone?

Still, Imtura cared and wanted to help her.

She made sure there is no one nearby, and stepped down from the guard to go into Amara's tent.

When she got in, she saw the other orc sitting next to the tent’s wall, hugging her knees. Both her short swords layed close, and when she saw Imtura comming in, she put her hand on one of them. However, when she recognized her, Amara dropped the sword.

"Tough night again?" Imtura asked. Amara just eyed her, staying silent.

After a longer moment Imtura sighed and left the tent.

And that’s what has been happening every night since that fight. Amara was screaming, pressumably because of nightmares, then Imtura visited her tent, but Amara did not talk, so Imtura just let go. It was not only that that seemed suspicious; Amara barely talked at all, and not to mention that she seemed to stop having any feelings towards Imtura. It all happened so suddenly, the warrior started considering different options, one of them being... no, that would be impossible. Amara could not be corrupted! Ah, so bad Threep wasn’t around, he would know for sure that she wasn't.

Imtura was snapped back to reality by Mal, who came to take over the guard. After joking a couple of minutes she got back to her tent, and fell asleep.

The next morning, after they gathered things and ate a quick breakfast, they moved on through the woods. For a couple moments Imtura just eyed Amara, who was walking at the back of the group, her swords strapped to her back as usually. But when the other female caught her starting, Imtura decided to talk to her.

"Amara..."

"Hm?"

"You have been awfully quiet since that last fight. Is everything fine?”

Amara just nodded, then sped up a little bit, just so she could escape from the unwanted conversation, but Imtura got to her and carried on:

"You know, I am here for you if you need it. I always will be. Amara, I lov-"

She was cut off by Amara's hand strongly gripping her throat.

"LIES! ALL OF THIS ARE FILTHY LIES!"

She gripped Imtura even harder, as shadowy flames swallowed her body.

Imtura was not the one to be scared, but this... this did terrify her. She loved Amara, and seeing her enslaved by the shadows... made her furious.

Imtura managed to lower the other's grip on her as she twisted her palm, but Amara was stronger; she managed to pull away and take her swords in hands.

When Mal saw what was going on, he reached for a dagger, but Amara snapped and everyone, except her and Imtura fell on the ground, unconcious.

"What have you done to them?!" the warrior yelled, but the other female did not respond, instead she just charged forward. Imtura swiftly took both of her axes in hands and parried Amara's blows. She did not want to hurt her, so she had to stay in defense.

Imtura dodged, as Amara swung one of her swords again. It hit the wood and the orc had to take a moment to get it back and that’s when Imtura took the other one of her swords and traded her axe for it.

"Don’t you think it’s more fair this way?" she grinned, but the smile was wiped off of her face as Amara took another blow at her.

They were in the middle of the woods by now and Imtura had a risky idea how to finish all this...

She backed the other orc to a big oak tree, then punched her in the gut with her fist.

"Sorry, baby, but this is better than cutting your head off" she muttered.

As Amara bowed in pain, Imtura yanked her sword and threw it away. She then backed her to the tree, and looking her in the eyes said:

"Amara, this isn't you, snap out of it, do you hear me?!"

In response, the female just groaned and tried to break free.

Imtura took her face in her hands, and forced her to look straight in her eyes.

"Amara! Listen to me! This thing, this is not the real you! The real you is strong, honorable but also carring and that is who I fell in love with, not this shadowy imitation!" and then she kissed her.

The kiss lasted only a few seconds and when Imtura pulled away, Amara seemed to finally see clearly and be back to her real self. She stumbled to the ground, and started crying.

"I am so sorry, please please forgive me! I - they - they showed me your death and I just wanted to protect you... becaue I love you as well, Imtura..."

Imtura just kneeled by her side and hugged her tightly.

They will destroy the shadow court, those monsters will pay. For what they done to Amara and thousands of others.

And they will do it together.