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viviennevermillion · 2 years ago

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wide awake

notes: sorry i haven't posted any writing in a while, chapter 7 part 2 hit me like a burning truck full of chemicals racing at 200km/h towards an elementary school.

word count: 9,2k words

about this work: this was inspired by katy perry's "wide awake" as a contrast to malleus' humming of "once upon a dream." set during and after chapter 7. i don't know how this chapter is going to proceed so i'm going out on a limb here but yeah

synopsis: you woke up to the world crashing down on you, realizing what malleus had done. he had wanted you to be happy forever in a dream...when all along your dream had been him...will you ever forgive him?

contains: malleus draconia x (gn)fae!reader, angst to fluff, fighting and making up

warnings: angst. lots of angst. also chapter 7 spoilers. themes of loss

dark content creators & consumers dni

...thunder rumbling, castles crumbling; i am trying to hold on. god knows that i tried seeing the bright side; i'm not blind anymore....falling from cloud nine...

Falling in love with a crown prince had never been on your list of predictions for your school years at Night Raven College. If you were to be honest, you had been surprised that there were even other fairies attending the school. For most of your life, it had always just been you. The people came and passed you by and as the years went on; you’d gotten used to it. People came into your life and they never stayed for long. That didn’t make their bonds with you any less meaningful. In a way, they lived on through you. Through your memories and the stories you told of them to younger generations. And it always made you smile to see how people listened with awe about the ones you held dear in the past and learnt to love the same things about them as you did.

With each bond you had, you grew and learnt and as long as you did, nothing was truly ever lost. The world around you changed as you helped it grow as best as you could while you stayed roughly the same. But Malleus Draconia had changed you. When he came into your life, you knew not soon after that your world wouldn’t be the same again.

You remembered the day you had met him for the first time. Not long after the entrance ceremony, you had used the lively dinner party held to welcome the new students, to slip away and explore the area on your own; running into the dorm leader of Diasomnia in the process. You almost chuckled at the memory. You had worried about getting in trouble on your first night at Night Raven College; being caught outside past curfew by a dorm leader. But you soon came to realize that Malleus wasn’t supposed to be there either and that your new acquaintance had a habit of sneaking out without his retainers as well.

You remembered how odd Malleus had appeared to you that night. Unlike everyone else, he wasn’t wearing his ceremonial robes and he didn’t even seem to know that the ceremony was today even though he was a dorm leader. Fireflies were dancing around him and he seemed pleased that you were ready to strike up conversation with him but equally as troubled, for he feared you might not keep his late night strolls around the campus and to the village at the foot of the hill to yourself. You had chuckled.

“Alright, here’s the deal”, you smirked at him, “I’ll keep your little secret to myself…if you take me with you. Maybe you could show me around…I think that could be fun.”

He had looked shocked back then but knowing him as well as you did now, you could imagine just how bewildered he was that you had just met him and were ready to hang out with him just like that.

“Very well then”, he laughed with a cheerful expression on his face, mumbling something about how you knew no fear. You did now.

“So, is this a habit of yours too?”, he had asked, eager to get to know you.

“They haven’t built a place that can contain me yet”, you had joked, which made Malleus laugh once more. Slowly but steady you had brought fresh wind into his life. For a fae, you didn’t seem like time had left you behind. Rather than that, you were always in motion, changing and growing along with the world. In a way, that made him envy you as much as he did admire you. Through it all, watching you, Malleus felt like a mountain carved into the landscape of the world; strong and unwavering but looking down from his pedestal at the lively ways of the humans and feeling unnoticed and uninvited. Where he seemed to hardly notice the passage of time on some days and dreaded the inevitable that was waiting for him in the future, you seemed grateful for every day; finding wonder in all that was fleeting, carrying it with you as a treasure that was yours to keep even when it had long left this world.

He almost couldn’t believe his luck when you joined his club and kept inviting him to spend time with you. Malleus hardly ever declined. He grew enamored with you; accepted you into his life and always hoped that maybe you’d choose to stay. And you learnt to love him. You loved how eager he seemed to learn about anything new you could show him about the world and how surprised he looked when he was met with something unexpected. You loved his smile and you wanted to be there to share his happiest moments with him. You loved the way he pouted whenever Lilia dared to unpack the embarrassing childhood stories about him.

As time went on, it became undeniable that your bond was something special; as if fate had brought you together for each of you to have a companion at long last. Someone who would stay when all else faded. Days were just a little bit brighter with the prospect of seeing Malleus. You heard Lilia joke once about the way his eyes lit up when he saw you for the first time after a long school day, hoping you’d ask him to take a walk with you or show him a new board game or one of those movies he was so unfamiliar with. You went to festivals and cinemas; listened to each other’s favorite songs and read each other’s favorite books. Which in Malleus’ case happened to be a lullaby from Briar Valley he played for you on the violin and an antique book titled “Gargoyles and their mystical origins”.

You remembered the melancholic sound of the violin, remembered how you marveled at his mastery of the instrument. You knew now the sad songs he played were a testimony to his ever-present loneliness; to all the unchanging years inside his castle and the dreams he longed to make into a reality but never could. Even as thorns had clouded your view and the last thing you heard was the quiet humming of the man you loved but didn’t recognize…you remembered the songs he played for you once and how he had smiled when you complimented how beautiful it was and encouraged him to show you another melody from his homeland. You remembered the way he had shared his world with you in an attempt to give you something back for all the new experience you introduced him to and you wondered how things had spiraled this far out of control. Where did we go wrong?

In your eyes, Malleus Draconia became someone who wore his heart on his sleeve. You could see how he felt in the thunder outside or the snow falling to the ground; but just as well in his eyes, as much as he tried to hide it. You learnt about his passions; what he treasured in this life and the dreams he didn’t dare voice out loud. With time, they became all too familiar to you.

So it came as no surprise to step outside after the internship orientation meeting and find soft but cold snowflakes resting on your skin. You sighed as you remembered the way Lilia had announced his departure from this school to everyone and how, contrary to your expectation when you heard the news, Malleus had just as much not seen it coming as everyone else did.

He heard the soft knock on the door of his room and knew it was you. “Come in”, he called out, quieter than he usually did. You did as he told you, closing the door behind you and sitting beside him on the bed. There was an emptiness and hopelessness in his eyes that you had never seen before. He took a deep breath once in a while, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. Like he was lost and all the years he spent alone and isolated left him unable to find his path forward. Malleus was staring at nothing in particular as the snowflakes continued to fall outside. He was caught up in his own world, and if he hadn’t called you in; you would have been unsure if he was even aware of your presence at this moment.

“So…”, you sighed and tried to find the right words but just as well being at a loss at how anything you could do or say could make him feel better right now, “you don’t seem to be doing too well…want to talk about it?” As a fae yourself, you knew the signs. An exponential loss of magic, weakening speed…Lilia’s time on this earth was nearing its end. You were sure that deep down Malleus knew too; even though you could just as well imagine he was denying it in this current moment; arguing with himself that since Lilia had said nothing specific, maybe he really just meant something else than what the prince had understood. He lifted his head slightly and his eyes met yours. In that moment he looked like a frightened child but when he spoke he retained his usual calm demeanor. “I’m just a little surprised, is all”, he sighed and attempted to smile at you, “have you picked an internship yet? During all this commotion, I almost forgot to ask you.”

You shook your head. “I have a few ideas but nothing specific yet”, you mused and leaned your back against one of the bed posts, crossing your legs as you reached for one of the pillows to make yourself more comfortable, “it’s more like I have some skills I want to work on but no specific profession I want to apply to. So I’ll carefully consider my options.” Ever since you met him, Malleus Draconia shook your world and brought it to a different path. You had gone from place to place, working different jobs and meeting all sorts of different people and you had been certain that after your time at Night Raven College was over, that was what you’d continue to do. But now? Now you weren’t so sure. A quiet voice inside you had always raised the idea that maybe you could stay with him. Leave behind the human world you’ve lived in for all your life and become acquainted with your own kind again. A part of his country. Maybe a part of his family.

You were unsure whether Malleus felt even remotely the same as you. Loving Malleus was an all or nothing affair. There was no trial period; no going on dates and being together for a while and splitting up if it didn’t work out. A lot depended on Malleus’ public appearance and to say that him getting into a relationship with anyone would be a big deal was more than an understatement. If you were ready to take a step into that direction, you had to be ready for all the strings attached to the man you loved. A legacy, a crown and a country to take care of. A responsibility to keep peace and ensure that your people could lead comfortable lives.

Confessing to Malleus would be a big step and you didn’t know if you ever would. You weren’t sure if you were adequate to rule a country; yet it wasn’t necessarily something you were opposed to.

Leadership, public relations, bureaucracy…those were what you intended to focus on. All things that were important for a ruler. So that, if after centuries of walking among the mortal folk, you decided to put all cards on the table and spend your life by Malleus’ side, you could at least be sure that you were up to the challenge. That was a precondition for you to feel confident about approaching him with your feelings. You didn’t want to risk backing out and breaking his heart. Or being rejected by his people. And even if things didn’t work out, you could still use these skills on your path forward.

The time at school you had spent with him so far seemed way too short to determine whether you wanted to spend the rest of your days with Malleus, as much as you did love him. And now the year was slowly but surely nearing its end. So you had another idea.

“Do you have anything picked out yet?”, you asked the man you loved and the one you had grown to consider your best friend. Malleus shook his head as well. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to learn in just 3 months…even 9 seems really short to me”, he sighed and clutched the list with the possible internship locations. You pulled out the map where all of them had been marked.

“Well, given that we both don’t know yet what we want to do…why don’t we do something together?”, you suggested quietly and spread the map out on the bed, pointing at a couple of locations, “of course we don’t have to do exactly the same thing, but there’s a couple of cities here where the internship possibilities are basically just piling up…maybe we could just decide on a location and then…I don’t know…live there for a while?”

Malleus already had the surprised expression you were so used to on his face, but you continued. “We could get an apartment and explore the place together…there’s a bunch of spots on the map I haven’t been to either…and I could show you one of those human amusement parks you thought were fake when you saw a picture for the first time”, you chuckled and raised your pointer finger, “oh, I know! Or a mall! We’ll get the biggest ice cream cup they have and then regret all of our life choices. And take an escalator. You’ve never been on an escalator right-”

Your words got cut off by the surprise of Malleus’ embrace. It wasn’t the first time you two had held each other, but from the way he was clinging onto you, you could tell he was more distressed by today’s events than he let on. He let out a sigh of relief as you wrapped your arms around him gently and ran your fingers through his hair in a comforting motion. “That sounds wonderful”, he whispered and you rested your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes and smiled.

Malleus held onto you like you were his lifeline right now. That just as he was confronted with the inevitable loss of people he held dear, you had offered to stay around a little longer and had shared your ideas with him as if they were something you had been looking forward to presenting to him for a while. A new beginning. He thought about how you’d laugh at his surprise upon discovering all these modern human things you mentioned and how you’d be there waiting for him at the end of a work day, asking him what the two of you should get for dinner. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. He was looking forward to taking an escalator for the first time. And trying some unusual ice cream flavors with you. Or being on a train. He knew you’d find so much joy in his curiosity and surprise and Lilia would want to hear all about your mundane adventures together-

Oh…right…

Malleus’ smile faded from his face instantly when he remembered. Although hope for the future and dreams of happiness had filled his mind not a second ago, the image of bliss had now been distorted into a world without Lilia. Without him nudging the young dragon fae playfully when he announced that he was off to spend some time with you; teasing him about when he was going to confess his love to you already. Without the horrible food on the dinner table that Malleus wished wasn’t there but that simultaneously Diasomnia just wouldn’t be the same without. Without anyone to guide him when he didn’t understand something. A world where he was on his own, unsteady where you were so self-assured and down-to-earth. A world where he was expected to lead when there were days where he felt like he could hardly stand without his guardian.

Malleus was staring at the hands he had folded in his lap. “How do you do it?”, he asked, not daring to look into your eyes as he tried to keep it together. “Do what?”, you asked, noticing the shift in his mood immediately. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it gently. "Letting go…”, Malleus mumbled, “moving on after…after they’re gone.” His voice got so quiet as he spoke those words that he wondered whether you had even heard them. You hesitated for a moment, still holding his hand tightly within your own.

“It’s certainly not easy”, you sighed, “it never was and it never will be. But the pain lessens with time.” Your gaze fell to the window as you watched the stars outside; glowing and burning in the distance millions of miles away. Malleus still seemed lost in thought. You remembered the first time you had lost someone who was there for a significant portion of your life. You looked at Malleus’ hopeless expression and knew his world must be shattering into a thousand pieces right now.

“I like to think that we’re all on an endless journey”, you began again, still looking at the stars but you could see from the corner of your eyes that the fae prince lifted his head to look at you, “in the end, we’re all following a path that’s our own and meant only for us. And sometimes our paths cross with those of others. We meet them, sometimes because we chose to and other times under the most unexpected circumstances…and they walk with us for a little while. They share their journey with us; where they’ve been so far, where they’re hoping to go…”

Malleus seemed to think deeply about your words, now also gazing at the stars outside.

“We rest together, we overcome obstacles together…we love and learn because of each other”, you smiled as a shooting star crossed the night sky, “and one day our ways part. The ones we treasure move on to walk their own path once more and we watch them disappear on the horizon and they never look back. And we have to continue on our path as well. I believe it’s because there’s somewhere else we need to be and that wherever those we’ve parted from are now…they’re all cheering for us to get there. And who knows…maybe we will meet again one day.”

Malleus smiled at you from the side, admiring your outlook on this world. How you could be so full of hope even in the most dire of circumstances…even when faced with loss and death. He knew you hadn’t always been this way. That you too had faced the hardships of learning how to live with your long lifespan and carrying on relentlessly, knowing that at the end of the day you’d remain while all else faded and gave way to something new. You simply had more time to grow and adapt, despite being roughly the same age as him. “That’s a beautiful way of looking at it”, Malleus mused and his thumb brushed over your hand he held as the fearful words he didn’t dare say crossed his mind. That’s a strength I don’t think I have…

You didn’t feel too well, leaving him that night. He insisted he was going to be fine, hugged you one last time before you left his room. Maybe he needs to be alone right now, you thought, process everything that’s happened…and everything yet to come.

Maybe if you just hadn’t left him…maybe if you just tried a little harder…

No, you clenched your fist as the wind blew past your face and you gazed upon the thorn-covered island, this had nothing to do with you. This is his own fault.

That fateful day you had woken up in more ways than one. You had woken up from the sleeping curse Malleus had placed on the whole island; the blissful dream that seemed to suffocate you and shatter your heart into a million pieces. But you had also woken up from the dream you thought you were living. The love you thought you had and the happiness that once seemed all too familiar to you. Gone were the days of laughter and joy and you weren’t sure if they would ever return again for as long as Malleus was a part of your life. Maybe it was time to cut the thread spun by fate to lead you to each other.

You shook your head and tears ran down your cheek as your eyes were blinded by the sunrise. It was as if the sky was trying to comfort you, telling you not to cry as there would always be a path forward, with or without him.

Even though the dream world created by the spell was gone, two worlds were still existing within your heart. The one before; the one where you were planning to spend your future with Malleus; the way you saw him and loved every little detail….and the way you saw him now. The world where he had overblotted and attempted to decide the course of your fate with his own hand. Where he believed a false dream; an endless loop of joyful moments, could ever make you as happy as the real world had done with him by your side.

Even though the nightmare had ended, you still seemed to be living in it. You weren’t sure which one was the worse illusion, the dream he decided you and the other students should spend the next thousand years in or the one you lived in before he had disappointed you so much that all you had been able to do for the past two days was weep. The sense of betrayal you felt because of his actions was indescribable, even after all the yelling and explaining you did of your feelings you hadn’t grasped the full extent of it. How could he do this?

You knew how he had felt. You had seen his fear and his desperation; you understood how the only perspective he knew was his own and that at the time, living in a happy dream that would never end probably seemed the better option for himself as well, rather than facing the loss of Lilia, who had been there since he was born, and the knowledge that from now on, he’d only continue to lose more and more. But he dealt with it the wrong way and now he had to take responsibility for the consequences.

“Y/n, please…”, you remembered how he had knelt there in the aftermath of his destruction, gazing upon the shaking silhouettes of his classmates and the worried and confused eyes of his guards. It had started to rain and as he saw his reflection in the puddle left on the ground and looked up to meet the eyes of those who looked at him in a fear that had never been there before; the blissful dream he thought could bring him happiness had finally shattered and nothing remained but guilt. He was used to people avoiding him. To people being intimidated by him and not daring to get too close. But for the first time in his life he saw someone fear for their life around him; look at him like he was one wrong move away from ending it all. I’ve become a monster…

The rain poured down on Sage’s Isle but Malleus could hardly feel it as it hit his face and he wept. He was no stranger to crying. He vividly remembered how Lilia had told you about his many tantrums as a child with a smile on his face. But now, in the face of true despair, he wondered if there was any going forward from here on out. In a fruitless, impulsive attempt to preserve what he used to have, he had broken it so much that it seemed irreparable. He had never seen this expression on your face before. Like something inside you had broken. And never would he have wanted to be the cause of it.

Malleus, at the time, had thought his “gift” would genuinely be something to make the people he’d grown to care about happy. It was simple; an almost too simple solution to a world that seemed so complicated that it threatened to drown him if he didn’t desperately cling onto all that was familiar; despite all of his power. I should have thought this through…, he clenched his fists as heavy sobs left his lips, I should have asked them what they wanted. This isn’t what they wanted.

In the end, the way he tried to avoid losing the ones he loved had only made him more lonely. It brought nothing but suffering. He was alone; destined to die eventually with no one to stop his overblot. And his loved ones were doomed to sleep a thousand years; robbed of the opportunity to grow as the world kept changing around them. Living in an illusion that was happy but ultimately meaningless.

And now he’d lose them regardless. He broke the bonds he had and now he was left with nothing.

“Please…don’t go”, he whispered through sobs as your expression turned from one of sadness to anger.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done, Malleus?!”, you seemed furious but tried to speak as calmly as possible right now, “you can’t keep people around by putting them into an endless stasis! You could have killed everyone here and yourself! What the fuck has gotten into you?”

Your words were the only sound except for the rain. No one else dared to utter a word.

Malleus kept his head hanging and didn’t dare to look into your eyes as he replied. “I am so sorry…”

You let out a bitter laugh. “‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t cut it Malleus”, you spat out, “you’re supposed to rule a country one day and yet you have the impulse control of a rabid squirrel. You could have compromised the safety and well-being of your entire nation with this! I understand how you felt but the only way you know how to deal with your problems is through insane magical gimmicks and making that everyone else’s problem in the process. If that curse hadn’t been lifted, those people would have slept for a thousand years and the students would have never seen their families again! The loss you tried to prevent for yourself you pushed onto others. They would have woken up in a world completely unfamiliar to them. I would have never seen you again. You didn’t ask any of us what we wanted before you threw your damn tantrum and decided for us! You don’t want people to be scared of you? Well congratulations Malleus, but you messed that one up royally.”

Malleus' sobs got even louder. “I know…what I did was stupid”, he could hardly speak through the crying, “really, really stupid. I lost control…I couldn’t think. I was too upset and I did something unforgivable…and now i lost your friendship, haven’t I?”

You had no pity left for him at that moment. “Wow, what was your first clue?”, you responded sarcastically.

Malleus looked at you with a pleading expression, basically begging you to stay at this point. “Is there anything I can do? Anything at all?”, he asked, “I want to make it up to everyone…I can’t undo my actions but I want to make it right for all the people I’ve hurt…so please…just give me a chance.” His voice cracked and you sighed.

“You can’t undo what you’ve done and you can’t just make it right or earn yourself points and hoping if you’re just kind enough to people and do enough for them, they’ll forgive you eventually”, your voice was calmer now but it didn’t soften your harsh words, “some of them never will. Maybe not even I will. What’s done is done and I swear to god, please do not throw another grand magical tantrum to try and fix it. Face the mess you’ve made like the adult you are and deal with the consequences. The only thing you can do is move forward.”

You hesitated for a moment before you spoke again.

“No matter how powerful you are, you can’t run from the rules of cause and effect. That’s just what life is like”, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “sometimes we mess up majorly and there’s nothing we can do to fix it. It’s up to every single individual whether they forgive you or not. There’s no guaranteed way to atone. You can only be kinder to the world around you and hope it chooses to be kind to you in return.”

The two of you remained quiet for a while. Most of the students had used the opportunity to sneak away; to a place they presumed to be safe. Only Lilia, Silver and Sebek were still there. Malleus thought about your words. He knew in his heart that you were right.

As silence filled the area around you, your anger about what he had done came back. You knew you probably should have just walked away and cooled off…left him to his own devices and never looked back. But you were too angry.

“You tried to play god for us and treated us like game characters or little shrimp in a terrarium rather than people you care about who make their own choices and live their lives in ways you will sometimes disagree with”, you gestured wildly, “it felt like you didn’t even see us as autonomous people but rather toys you can play with however you please. And that’s terrifying, Malleus. That’s something that, even despite your tendency to impulsively respond with magic to upsetting situations, I would have never expected from you and it broke the most important bond I had to another person in a long time…”

Tears were streaming down your face once more as you were reminded of the loneliness both of you were all too familiar with. That despite your unwavering determination and an optimistic outlook, nothing changed about the fact that you’d always end up alone sooner or later, living longer than most people you’d meet throughout your life. That had changed with Malleus. You finally had someone who could be around for the rest of your life and it felt like you had finally arrived somewhere you belonged. Finally found someone to walk the rest of your journey with you. And now he had kicked that dream in the guts and replaced it with his own delusional idea of a happily ever after.

He had been your dream. Sharing your happiest and worst moments with him. Going through life together; staying by each other’s side for as long as you could.

“I wanted to stay. And you wouldn’t even have needed some dumb dream world for that. I’ve thought about moving to Briar Valley after graduation even though there’s no electricity and the books are 200 years old; all so I could stay with you. I would have trusted you with my life before this, Malleus”, your voice cracked, “right now I wouldn’t even trust you with an hour of my time.”

Your words stung and left him in shock. He knew you treasured him as a friend…but that you cared for him this much? He had no idea. He always thought his love for you was one-sided and now he had broken it, possibly beyond repair. He could have had someone who stayed by his side for the majority of his long life…he could have had that and he pushed you away.

“Will this ever change?”, he asked quietly as you turned around and began walking away from him.

“Goodbye, Malleus.”

Your heart had hardened over the past few days. At first you had locked yourself in your room; living off dry bread and water; unmotivated to go outside. Professor Trein had even knocked on your door a couple of times to make sure you weren’t dead. When students passed by your room, they could only hear you crying from inside.

Eventually the overwhelming sadness just died and left behind an empty void. The sun had risen and was breaking through the curtains. You could lay here for days to come and grieve the bond you seemed to have lost but nothing would stop another day. There was no point in wallowing in self-pity, you knew that. You needed to distract yourself; needed a sense of purpose.

So you went down to the village at the foot of the hill to help clean up the mess Malleus’ spell had left behind. The overwhelming amount of magic had made the technological devices on the island utterly useless and in some cases the thorns had destroyed entire houses. Fortunately no one had been seriously hurt physically but the locals were facing all sorts of problems right now. Communication with the mainland was completely shut down and people struggled to make themselves food with the shops closed up and their household appliances not working. Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy had offered to provide the people with food and shelter, if they needed it, and it almost made you smile at how they had once again managed to turn this into a competition. Some things never change, huh?

Malleus strolled aimlessly around the island, unsure what the future held in store for him. He observed the village from the distance, watching from the shadows as the market place became busy again and the students complained about having to clear it of dozens of vines. He looked at you; at the forefront of it all, putting all your effort into restoring the town to its former idyllic image. He watched you hand out soup to the elderly and help the old mayor set up a fundraiser for the restoration of what Malleus’ spell and overblot had destroyed. He heard that you had suggested to Vil and Neige to hold a benefit concert in order to raise money for the locals. Malleus noticed the smile on his face as he became witness to the kindness you gave to others, one of the many reasons he had fallen in love with you in the first place.

He remembered the words you spoke that day. “The only thing you can do is move forward.” He was proud to see you do just that and even if you may never forgive him, you had inspired him to do the same; regardless of whatever loss he may face in the future. Malleus saw how you gave a weak smile to a little girl who was crying about her favorite teddy bear that had been impaled by thorns and tried to comfort her, even if you hardly had any reason to smile yourself right now. He could tell that you were tired and still unsure, your emotions all over the place. Since when had he become so perceptive of that?

He heard you let out a genuine laugh as Professor Trein offered to fix the little girl’s teddy bear and she ran over to her parents in excitement to tell them about it. “No way, I had no idea you could sew”, Ace exclaimed with a shocked expression while looking at his teacher. Trein crossed his arms in front of his chest and sighed. “I wanted to make a scarf for my wife’s 32nd birthday years ago”, he replied awkwardly, “not my proudest work but it did make her laugh. So I kept doing it, and with time I improved.”

Once you had heard enough of Professor Trein’s stories about his wife, you moved on to another house to try and clear it of the thorns. You saw how everyone came together and supported each other, and although many Night Raven College students were definitely complaining about it, it still brought a small smile to your face. Malleus had broken your heart but there was so much out there still waiting for you even if your ways parted. So many people worth meeting and supporting with your presence, even if it may long outlast them.

From the corner of your eye you could notice a boulder being lifted next to you. There was only one person around strong enough to just do that with bare hands. You looked up to see Prince Malleus Draconia in the flesh, removing the thorns he had caused and trying to fix the house they had destroyed with his own two hands. The two of you silently worked next to each other for a while, not daring to say a word. You observed Malleus quietly, hoping he wouldn’t notice your lingering gazes on him. You didn’t know whether you should hate the fact that his presence calmed you or that his helpless attempts at trying to fix this situation without magic almost made you laugh. But you eventually decided to raise your voice.

“You’re not going to use magic to just fix the whole town in a flash?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow at Malleus who in that moment poked his hand on a thorn and watched it bleeding helplessly before you reached for the first-aid kit and handed him some bandages and a pair of gloves. “My magic is still drained”, Malleus explained, “and the blot hasn’t fully disappeared yet. It’s better if I don’t use magic for now.”

He hesitated for a moment, looking down. “Besides…”, he sighed as he put the gloves on, “I don’t…really feel like using magic right now. Not after everything that happened.” You nodded and resumed your work.

Malleus picked up another boulder and shoved it where it had fallen off the house. “You know that’s not how you build a house, right?”, you sighed and looked at him through half-lidded eyes. “Then how do I?”, he laid a finger to his chin and pondered on an alternative for a while. You pointed to the docks. “There’s a couple of construction workers over there whose job is to do exactly that. Why don’t you ask them and find out?”, you suggested and Malleus nodded.

He followed your advice and found that this was the longest conversation he ever had with someone who wasn’t a student. He learnt that one of the workers was really proud that his son had been accepted into Royal Sword Academy recently and that another one was married to a baker who made the most delicious sweets in town. Malleus mused that he’d have to check these out sometimes. All this time, these people had been living so close to his school and he had never thought about the lives they led and what things they were passionate about and what they wished for. They had been caught up in his spell and he didn’t even waste a second thought on them when he had cast it. On how much they could have lost because of it. He had cast them aside when he should have kept them safe and supported them.

Malleus looked at you and all that you had contributed to in such a short time. And then he looked at himself in shame and realized that you had been much more of a leader than he could hope to be. He had taken the opportunity to get away from the castle and explore the world outside of Briar Valley but he had always wondered what there was left for him to learn at this school. He chuckled at his past naivety. This was what Lilia had been trying to teach him all along, wasn’t it? That the world was so much bigger and more complicated than he ever would have expected and that Malleus had so, so much left to learn. He was hardly ready to be a king.

All the work had left you exhausted and you were glad once the day was over, looking over the island from a balcony at the school. The sun was setting and tinted the horizon in hues of red and orange. You leaned over the balustrade and noticed how the mess of thorns and debris was already looking a lot better than the day before.

“You sure worked a lot, didn’t you?”, you heard a familiar voice behind you, “makes me wish I would have been able to contribute.” You turned around and your gaze met Lilias. You nodded. The two of you remained silent for a while, watching the sunset as it marked the end of your time together. “When are you leaving?”, you asked, knowing Malleus’ spell had already prolonged Lilias departure. “Tomorrow morning”, the older fae replied with a peaceful smile on his face, “you should come and see me off.” “I will”, you smiled back as a gust of wind blew past your face.

You thought about the coming farewell and how Malleus would likely be there. Tomorrow would be hard for him, you knew that much…

“You love him, don’t you?”, Lilia asked as if being able to read your thoughts.

You crossed your arms, visibly flustered. “I-”, you pouted, “don’t ask me that right now.”

Lilia chuckled. “He loves you too, you know?”, he didn’t miss the surprise on your face as well as the fleeting smile he got out of you by telling you this. You sighed and raised your eyebrows at the former warrior. “You weren’t supposed to tell me this, were you?”, you knew Lilia had a habit of spilling the beans on the people he raised, even when they were very much not up for that. “Nope, khee hee”, Lilia confirmed your suspicions and you buried your head in your hands.

“I know you’re still mad”, he sighed and his gaze met yours, “but I can assure you Malleus has learnt from this. I can’t stop you from leaving if that’s what you decide to do, but I’m asking you to consider if your anger is really stronger than the bond the two of you have.”

“I don’t know”, you replied. “That’s okay. Take your time and think about it. No need to rush”, he smiled and put his hands to his hips, “so where are you headed now?”

You thought about his question for a while. You had tried to grow and learn in order to make sure you could face the trials ahead if you were to confess to Malleus. You didn’t know at the time whether his grandmother or his people would even accept you or whether Malleus felt the same for you. But in your pursuit of security and growth you had found something even more valuable: a new sense of purpose. Regardless of whether you’d end up with or without Malleus by your side, the resolve and strength you had gained through the experiences you had with him were your own and they’d remain even if you were to part ways. You didn’t need to marry a prince and rule a country to put them to good use.

You gazed once more upon the island below the castle and the thorns that had been removed from the village squares. You pulled out your phone and noticed that the fundraiser had gone way beyond its original goal thanks to a donation by the Asim family. You smiled as you looked out towards the sunset.

“I’m going to continue to support others. To improve what is around me and step up to take responsibility. Share my knowledge with others as the centuries pass by. Innovate. Hear people’s stories and follow them on their journey for a while”, you closed your eyes as a sense of determination but also a feeling of peace rushed over you.

“I know where I’m headed. Whichever path I’m on."

You looked back at Lilia who gave you an appreciative nod and a pat on the back. He smiled and seemed satisfied with your answer. “Malleus has a lot to learn from you, if you let him.” The older fae had disappeared when you looked up again.

When you entered the mirror chamber on the next day, Sebek, Silver and Malleus were already assembled there to say goodbye to Lilia. He had brought along all of his luggage and Sebek and Silver were already crying.

“Now, now, don’t get all teary-eyed about me”, Lilia said with a smile as a tear of his own ran down his cheek. He walked over to Sebek and took the first-year’s hands into his own. “Sebek”, he began, “do me a favor and don’t stay holed up in that narrow worldview you’ve grown to have. Make some friends. Let people in. There is so much more for you to see and experience. You’ve grown into a wonderful guard for Malleus but I also want you to find your own path and something you want to dedicate your time to without being focused on another person. I’m proud of how far you’ve come and I’m certain you’ll only grow more from here on out. I wish that you find patience and open your mind to the world around you. It was a pleasure to work alongside you and watch you become stronger.”

Sebek nodded and started sobbing, frantically trying to wipe his tears with the sleeve of his jacket.

“Silver”, Lilia pulled his son into his arms and held him tightly one last time, remembering how he had picked him up when he was just a baby, “you’re the best son a father could ask for. I am so proud of you and you’ve grown into a wonderful young man. I’m glad to call you my son. Don’t look back too much and continue moving forward. There is a great future ahead of you. Don’t worry about your old man too much. I’ll always be there rooting for you, even when you can’t see me. Take care, Silver.”

Lilia waited patiently until Silver was ready to let go. He held onto his father, wishing he could prolong the inevitable but knowing, after all that had happened, that it was time to let go.

And so did Malleus.

When Lilia stepped over to him, he took both of your hands into his and looked into Malleus’ eyes. “Malleus”, Lilia sighed and shook his head, “you caused me a lot of grey hairs with your actions those past few days…but I trust that you’ve learned your lesson and know what you have to do from here on out. All the advice I could give you, I think you’ve learnt the hard way with recent developments. I only hope that you find a way to live your life that makes you happy and feel content.”

Lilia hugged Malleus and chuckled. “I still remember the time you had an eggshell on your face and couldn’t dress yourself like it was yesterday.” “Do we have to bring that up again?”, Malleus pouted but his expression softened when he heard you laugh beside him. Lilia looked at you. “Y/n, I know that you’re still angry and have a lot to sort out…but do you really think this grudge is something you’re going to hold for centuries?”, Lilia asked, “both of you will be faced with loss over and over again throughout your life. But the two of you will remain alive throughout the majority of it. You have each other. Don’t throw that away. Take care of each other and help each other grow. I know you care a lot…keep an eye on Malleus for me, alright?”

Lilia chuckled as you linked your hand with Malleus’ and squeezed it gently. “He’s a handful”, you sighed and Malleus let out a laugh, pulling you into a hug with a relieved expression. “Don’t test me, Malleus Draconia”, you hissed but wrapped your arms around him as well, resting your head on his shoulder. Once you parted, Lilia smiled at Malleus. “The last few days have been…a lot”, he chuckled and Malleus sighed, “but I’m proud of you too. And I’m sure that you’ll be a great king one day. You have a long way to go, but you’ll get there. I’m certain of it.”

Tears ran down Malleus’ cheek as he bid Lilia farewell…one of the few people he had known since he was born.

As soon as Lilia had left through the dark mirror, Malleus broke down. It was raining outside again and he was sobbing along with Silver and Sebek. You had pulled him into your arms and let your embrace comfort him; your anger forgotten in light of the loss Malleus just faced and the overwhelming sadness that resulted from it.

The days that followed were quiet, as if time had stopped. Malleus had needed some time to himself to grieve and you had given him the space he needed but offered your comfort when he wanted it as well. It took a while; the sun rose and set again over the horizon as the days went on, but you eventually heard a knock at your door. “Come in”, you called out and Malleus opened the door, walking into your room and closing the door behind him. He was quiet for a while, just sitting next to you and pondering what to say next.

“Do you forgive me?”, he finally asked.

You sighed and chuckled. “I can’t just reject an old man’s dying wish now, can I?”, you shook your head and took Malleus’ hand in yours, “besides…he was right. I’m not going to hold that grudge for centuries. So I might as well let you off the hook while you’re still within reach.”

Malleus’ expression turned to one of relief and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest. Against all odds; against what he felt he deserved, you had given him another chance and chosen to stay. And he would make sure to not let it go to waste. He remembered how devastated and sad you had looked after his overblot. He never wanted to make you cry again.

You looked up into his eyes. “But no more using magic on people without asking them first…or trying to solve personal problems with magic. You have to promise me that”, you told him, “you get one chance. And if you mess up, promise me you’ll let me go and move forward, okay?” Malleus nodded and he rested his head on top of yours. “I won’t disappoint you”, he promised and squeezed your hand.

As all the boys who overblotted did, Malleus had started seeing a counselor to work through what had happened as well as through the loss of Lilia. You were still more distant than you used to be but with every passing day you warmed up to Malleus again. You could laugh again and join him for his club activities. You went to his favorite cafe with him after it had reopened; sharing a big cup of ice cream before heading to the beach to watch another sunset. One of many to come.

“How have you been holding up?”, he asked you with genuine concern in his voice as he sat down beside you in the sand. “I’ll pull through”, you sighed, “but sometimes I wonder if I’m still living in a dream and I’m going to wake up to the harsh reality any moment now…”

Malleus’ heart was aching, knowing he was the cause of those feelings. He had broken your trust and it would take a long time to fully restore it but he was ready, whatever it might take. Just no magic, he had promised you that.

“There’s a legend in Briar Valley”, he said with a smile while looking out into the sunset, “of a princess who was woken up from a sleeping curse by true love’s kiss. Lilia used to tell me about it all the time when I was a child. It was my favorite bedtime story. We even hold a festival based on it every year….I was never able to go thus far…but maybe we can go there together sometime…”

“If that’s your attempt at flirting, you have terrible timing, read the room Malleus”, you shook your head but he could tell from your smile that you weren’t serious, “so…are you going to kiss me or not?” Malleus chuckled and pulled you close, his lips finally meeting yours to promise you your happily ever after…as well as that was possible in such an imperfect world. But it was real and it meant so much, regardless of the trials and tribulations along the way. He understood now why a dream would have never made you as happy as he wanted to see you. He had to work for that and he swore to put in all the effort it would take for you to put the past behind you and be certain in the future you could have with him.

You kissed him back eagerly, pouring all your love but also the exhaustion the past days had left you with into the kiss. Tears ran down your cheek and you couldn’t even tell if they were yours or his. Malleus’ lips were soft and still tasted like the strawberry ice cream he had while at the cafe. He held you gently and kissed you over and over again, relieved that you were still here with him, even through all that had happened. He loved you so much and so unconditionally that he had no idea how he hadn’t realized it sooner.

You had to push him away gently with a chuckle, as Malleus had just been leaning in for another taste of your lips and he probably would have been content just doing that for another three hours. “I still need to breathe, you know?”, you laughed and watched the waves meet the shore. Malleus leaned his head against yours and held your hand in his. The overblot and its aftermath seemed like a terrible nightmare to you now and Malleus’ kiss had woken you up to the dawn of a new day.

“I remember how you told me that those who leave us are off to another path different from our own”, he reminisced, “if that’s true, what do you think Lilia is doing right now?”

You chuckled. “Probably cooking something horrible.”

Malleus laughed through his tears but you could still see the pain that was written on his face. “I miss him”, he said quietly and let you hold him, clinging onto you for comfort. “I know”, you whispered, “I do too.” Malleus nuzzled your cheek before pressing a kiss to it. He looked into your eyes with a loving expression, grateful for every minute he could spent within your presence.

“Thank you for choosing to stay with me”, he squeezed your hand and a smile made its way to his face. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he was looking forward to the future. “I love you”, he told you and cupped your cheek with his hand, watching you lean into his touch and softly kiss the palm of his hand.

You brushed his bangs out of his face and pressed a kiss to the markings on his forehead, noticing how the action made him visibly flustered.

“I love you too, Malleus.”

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Goodbye, For Now - Ominis x FemReader

SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT COMPLETED THE GAME

Summary: With the school year coming to a close, she has a hard time parting from her beloved Ominis.

You don't need to read the other parts, but you can if you want

READ PART 1 HERE * READ PART 2 HERE * READ PART 3 HERE * READ PART 4 HERE

Music to Enjoy: Fairy Lands Ambiance 🎵 Mystery of Love 🎵 I'm Sending You Away

Warnings: Breaking Victorian Era modesty rules by sharing a bed *le gasp*, and tons of fluffy kissing (i should be in jail for the fluff crimes I have committed here)

Word Count: ~7,000

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Time moves at an unreasonably fast pace as spring shifts into summer. Everyone is eager for the arrival of summer break, while she clings desperately to the remaining moments of the school year. It’s not because she wants to keep attending class, doing homework, or studying endlessly. No, it’s because she’s not ready to part from her friends and her beloved Ominis.

Her connection with Ominis is unlike anything she’s ever experienced before. Since their vows on the beach, it’s as if her walls have all crumbled, and having him in her heart brings her comfort. In his presence, she feels warm and at ease - even when they sit in silence together, engrossed in their reading or studying.

She’ll miss his smiles, which light up the room, and the way he’ll grab her hand in class to hold under the desk, caressing the top with a dreamy smile. While their more passionate moments are reserved for private settings, he will place a tender kiss on her cheek, or hand, before they part ways for their respective classes. His displays of affection are that of a true gentleman - shy, tentative, but brimmed with love - for her alone. The touch of his lips sends butterflies fluttering through her, and his gentle caresses ignite sparks across her skin.

While he tends to be reserved in public, she’s more than happy to make him blush with her bold actions. She’ll kiss his cheek at the dinner table, earning herself a scowl he can’t quite hide as a smile tugs on his lips. Or she’ll embrace him from behind while he’s searching for a book at the library - causing his whole body to momentarily stiffen, chuckling as he gently disentangles himself before anyone sees them. It all makes her heart ache at the thought of having them having to be apart soon. He’s her shelter in the storm, and she wishes she could offer him the same amount of solace.

Ominis interrupts her thoughts with his sweet voice, asking, “What’s on your mind, love?”

The gentle wind tousles her hair as she looks down at him, a smile spreads across her face, catching hints of his arboreous cologne mingling with the fresh earth. He rests his head upon her lap while her fingers comb through his dark blonde hair. His eyes are closed with a tranquil smile playing on his lips. Under the shade of a lone tree, they’ve found a perfect spot to enjoy the afternoon. Blades of grass dance and sway in the breeze, tickling her outstretched legs. Through the bright green leaves, the sun pokes through to lovingly kiss his cheeks and neck. Her other hand moves to follow these traces of light upon his face. She could stay right here, in this moment, for the rest of her days.

“There you go again,” he teases, peeking an eye open for a moment. “Where are your thoughts wandering to?”

She laughs, “You demand quite a lot of attention for someone who’s been napping this whole time.”

His smile shifts into a smirk as he retorts, “It’s not my fault. Your touch has the power to tame Hippogriffs. How am I to resist succumbing to it?”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were a beast, dearest,” she taps his nose, earning herself a wide smile from him. His hand comes up to cup her own on his cheek, nuzzling himself into her touch then kissing her palm.

“Tell me. What weighs you?”

She laughs to herself at how easily he can read her. Amidst the birdsong and rustling whispers of grass, she gathers her thoughts to respond while gently stroking his cheek with her thumb and twirling his soft hair with her other hand.

“I was just wishing time wasn’t moving so fast,” she confesses.

He nods, a melancholy smile on his face, “I’ve had similar feelings as of late. It’s been wonderful being with you, and I will miss it dearly over the summer. I can’t imagine not being with you everyday.”

His voice fades away into a hushed murmur.

“Me too,” she whispers with a frown. “I know Anne needs you, and Sebastian needs me. I just wish it weren’t so.”

“I know. If only things had been different,” he sighs with a slight pinch of his brows. He strokes up and down her arm, squeezing gently on her forearm. “I’ll miss you. The mere thought already twists my heart in anguish.”

Her frown eases into a warm smile, “And I’ll miss you.”

Leaning down, she places a sweet kiss on his forehead. Before she can pull away, his hand rests on the nape of her neck, guiding her down to his lips. He hums softly from their warm, tender kiss, and when she rests back against the tree, their smiles are brighter. His hand runs down her arm to caress the top of her hand.

“Speaking of, have you spoken to Sebastian yet?”

She sucks in a sharp breath, “Not yet. I plan to after supper today.”

“Good,” he says, kissing her palm again with a soft smile. “I’m glad you’ve been opening up about Ranrok, and not just to me. It’s a relief really, and I can sense the difference within you. You’re lighter, happier.”

“Thanks to you,” she says with a grin. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Ominis.”

“Nor do I, if I didn’t have you,” he whispers with a somber expression. His blueish-gray eyes glaze over, his lips pursed together.

“Now who’s lost in thought,” she giggles.

He chuckles, shaking his head, then saying, “I’ve been thinking about the Undercroft.”

“Oh? What about it?”

He falls silent, his brows pinching together as he traces over her arm and hand with his nimble fingers.

“My family has known of the Undercroft for several generations,” he finally states. “For Isidora to also use it, surely that can’t be a coincidence.”

“What’re you saying? The Gaunts and Isidora may have history? Perhaps relations of some kind?”

Ominis grimaces, “I’m not sure. But, the only way for us to find out would be if I went back home. Back to the Gaunt Estate.”

“No,” she says sternly.

His worried gaze searches for hers, “This is a lead we should pursue. If there’s more information-,”

“I’m not asking you to return back to those vile people for me,” she hisses.

He squeezes her hand, soothing her into an uneasy silence.

“I can handle myself,” he says, his voice filled with assurance.

“I don’t-,” she lets out a heavy breath. “I know you can handle yourself. That’s not-,”

“I wouldn’t have to stay long,” he interjects. “Only long enough to find any records involving Isidora. My mother prides herself on maintaining the family archives. If there’s any information on Isidora, or Ancient Magic, it would be there.”

She turns away from him, her scowl deepening. Staring at the sun reflecting on the Black Lake, his reasoning starts to sink in, and she reluctantly agrees with him.

“I don’t want you to have to return there. Not for me,” she whispers.

His hand cups her cheek, turning her to look back down at him with his gentle gaze.

“I would do anything for you, my love,” he says. “Besides, returning home has long been overdue, and dealing with my family is nowhere near as dangerous as what you’ve faced. I promise, I won’t be in any true peril.”

A heavy sigh escapes her lips. “Promise me, Ominis. Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I promise,” he replies, his voice steady and unwavering.

She closes her eyes, allowing herself to lean into his touch. The warmth of his hand on her face is both comforting and reassuring.

“When would you go?” she asks, her voice laced with resignation.

“Sometime during the summer. If Anne is well enough, I’ll spend a week or two searching the library. I’ll let you know before I go,” he smiles, reassuring her despite her worries still clawing at her throat.

The flame of determination in his eyes is unwavering. He wouldn’t want to do this unless he thought it necessary, she realizes. She nods, with a heavy heart.

“Very well,” she sighs. “I don’t fancy the idea, but I… can’t deny the importance of finding more knowledge about Ancient Magic. Perhaps one of your ancestors wrote about her, or her magic.”

“I have a strong notion they may have. Any sort of insight would be helpful, if only to help quell your worries, darling. I don’t want you living in fear of the gifts you possess,” he says.

Her eyes widen then she kisses his palm, “Thank you. I… appreciate you, and everything you do for me.”

“We’ll get through this,” he says, filled with determination. “And once I return from the estate, we’ll be one step closer to understanding the truth.”

Gazing into his deep storm-cloud orbs, a spark of hope ignites within her.

“I love you, Ominis,” she whispers, unable to hide her emotions.

“And I love you, my dearest,” he says, his voice soft and sincere. “Always and forever.”

He has a sweet smile as he strokes her cheek. The bond between them brightens and a shimmering aura encapsulates Ominis. If he looked captivating before, he is ethereal now. Magic ripples across his skin and illuminates him as if he were a divine being, a God nestled on her lap. The humming of his presence soothes her soul like the cool wind before a summer rain. His eyes close as he lets out a soft sigh - her magic warming him to the very depths of his being.

“I… I’ve noticed that I can sense you more,” he admits in a quiet voice. “Like a deep part of me feels you, even now. Is that… your magic?”

“I’m sorry, it is. I can stop-,”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I like it. Feeling like this is… magical. Something I’ve never felt before. It’s nice.”

“I like it too,” she whispers. “It’s like you’re always with me.”

He smiles, guiding her down for another passionate kiss. The bond ignites into a smoldering blaze - making them both gasp. He tastes of the sweet orange they had earlier, and his lips are impossibly soft against her own. How is she ever supposed to part from him?

“My sweet,” he smiles against her lips. “You make it impossible for me to leave you.”

“I was just thinking the very same,” she giggles. “You’re an absolute seducer, and I’ve fallen helplessly prey to your charms.”

“Then come here. Let me seduce you further,” he whispers with a smirk.

They share another few kisses, before finally heading back to the castle for supper - their steps light.

The Great Hall is alive with chattering classmates - punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter - and clinking silverware. Smells of savory beef, roasted herb chicken, and fresh buttery rolls send her into a state of bliss, and bitter-sweetness. Another thing she’ll miss once the summer begins - the lively dinners and delicious food.

As they sit next to each other - conversing with Sebastian about their day - she can see the sparks of magic on Ominis. She smiles at the beautiful reminder of the love they share, stealing glances at him whenever she can. Sebastian and Ominis dive into a heated debate if Emancipare would work against an Anti-Unlocking Charm. Tuning out long ago, she watches Ominis grow more passionate and animated in their discussion. He only gets this heated when Sebastian riles him up - much to the latter’s amusement. She didn’t think it possible to swoon harder for the boy, but she does.

Her fingers trail across the wooden bench over to him - the polished grain cool against her warm skin. Under the table, she wraps her hand around his with a grounding squeeze, making him blush and stutter mid sentence. When his fingers tangle with hers, paying attention to the conversation is entirely impossible.

Once supper ends, Ominis bids her and Sebastian farewell as they head to the Undercroft, kissing her cheek before he parts. It’s a silent trek through the castle, causing her hands to wring together at the heaviness. Her lips part and close several times at the unspoken words stuck in the back of her throat. Sebastian’s back is stiff and his eyes remain forward, heightening her nerves.

As they enter into the secret hideout, the sounds of their footsteps echo off the stone walls. The air is cool and damp - wetting her cheeks. The hanging braziers’ lights cast flickering shadows on the ground.

They’re alone.

It suddenly dawns on her that they haven’t been in the same room without Ominis for some time. Not since she told Sebastian of Rookwood weeks ago.

“Well,” Sebastian breaks the silence with a gentle voice, “what did you wish to speak to me about?”

“It’s about Ranrok,” she blurts out.

His eyes widen, “Oh. Alright. I… What about Ranrok?”

She stares at him and the boiling anxiety of confiding in him starts to simmer. This is Sebastian, her best friend. Someone she’s fought goblins and Ashwinders alike with. He knows her, better than most, and, more importantly, he would understand the choices she made. Before she realizes it, the tale of her battle with Ranrok flows from her easily, and he listens attentively - nodding or frowning when appropriate. When she finishes, she finally meets his eyes.

“And that’s what happened. I absorbed the power of the Repository to unleash it. So, it may help those in need, instead of it being hidden away for all of time.”

He steps towards her, his voice filled with awe, “You did all of that? By yourself?”

She nods and he chuckles with a beaming grin, bringing her into a warm hug.

“You’re absolutely mad! If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t believe them for a second,” he chuckles. “Thank you. For telling me. I wish I could’ve been there by your side - fighting goblins and witnessing your Ancient Magic at work.”

She lets out a breath, a mixture of gratitude and relief washing over her. “Perhaps next time. Although, I would be more than happy to not have to fight for my life again.”

“I suppose we’ve both had enough ‘adventure’ for a lifetime. Or at least for a few months,” he says with a smirk.

As he releases her, he looks down at her with concern.

“So, what does it mean? Absorbing that power,” he wonders with a slight frown.

Her eyes fall from his warm brown ones, “I’m not sure. Absorbing such power is exactly what ruined and corrupted Isidora. I… I fear I may have opened a door to something. But as to what, I haven’t figured that out yet. I only hope it will bring forth good things, and I haven’t made a horrible mistake.”

“Knowing you, I’m sure it will be for the better,” he grins. “Besides, you have me and Ominis to fall back on. And if anyone can keep you in check, it’s definitely Ominis.”

She giggles, a sound filled with warmth. “He certainly has been my savior in all of this. I… don’t know what I would do without him.”

A somber expression crosses her face, and Sebastian’s gaze lowers with a grimace.

“Are you certain you want to spend the summer with me?” he questions in a quiet voice. “You don’t owe me anything, you know. Really it’s me who owes you after what I’ve done. I’m sure you’d rather spend the summer with him anyways.”

She nods with a determined glint in her eyes, “As much as I’d like to be with Ominis, I want to stay with you.”

His brows furrow, “But-,”

“I said I would stand by you, Sebastian,” she interrupts, “and I meant it. You’re my friend. Well, more than my friend really. You and I are bound by blood. You’re my brother - in every sense of the word. And besides,” she nudges his arm with a playful smirk, “I can’t have you wallowing in self-pity all summer.”.

He scoffs with a slight grin. “And I won’t let you do the same.”

His eyes lower with a soft smile. “I’m glad you still consider me your friend. Even after everything. You’re my family now too, you know, and I’ll stand by your side as well - no matter what. Whatever you need of me, don’t hesitate to ask.”

She beams, hugging him again, “We’ll get through this. Together. And we’ll come out better for it.”

“With you and Ominis by my side, I can’t imagine it otherwise,” he pauses with a wistful smile. “Thank you. To the both of you. For standing by me. I… I need you both. Now, more than ever.”

“And we need you Sebastian,” she squeezes his upper arms.

He wears a wry smile as he sniffs, “Well, now that we got that all out of the way, let’s go pester Ominis. I’m sure he’s missing you already.”

She snorts, “He’s more than likely enjoying his respite from me.”

They start to leave the Undercroft and Sebastian shakes his head.

“Not a chance. He can’t get enough of you,” Sebastian has a grin tugging on his lips. “You make him happy. I mean really, really happy. I hope you know that, and how much you mean to him. It makes me happy to see him open up to someone - help break him out of that stiff shell of his. And I’m glad it’s with you. You’re good for him, and I know you’ll protect him.”

His words warm her heart, and as Sebastian holds the gate open for her, she spares him a soft smile.

“I appreciate you telling me that,” she looks up to him with a fondness in her eyes. “He means everything to me, Sebastian. He’s… honestly too good for me.”

“You’re good for each other. I mean, I see how you two look at one another. It’s honestly disgusting how sweet it is,” he teases.

As they emerge from the Undercroft, the warm glow of the fire’s light greets them. The quiet corridors don’t feel so lonely with Sebastian at her side as they head towards the common room.

He lets out a sigh, “I’m glad you’re feeling better. It was hard to see you so down. It’s good to have you back,” he nudges her shoulder with a wide grin.

She nods with a matching grin, “It’s good to be back.”

Indeed, it’s like a great burden has been taken from her as she shares her troubles. Knowing she has the support of Sebastian, Ominis, and so many of her friends makes her feel like she can tackle anything that stands in her way.

Then, it finally arrives.

As she waves off her friends boarding the Hogwarts Express, a sense of bitter-sweetness washes over her. They all made a promise to stay in touch over the summer, and she looks forward to hearing what mischief they’ll get up to. Especially Natty, as she heads back to Uganda for the summer break. But alas, the absence of their lively meals, gossip between classes, and wild adventures are already missed. Thankfully, Ominis’ hand in hers prevents her from succumbing entirely to melancholy. Sebastian joins them with a wide grin - completing their trio.

The train shudders and roars to life, slowly moving forward with a deafening whistle. The ground rumbles under their feet as the train departs from the station. A distinct aroma permeates the air, enveloping the senses. The billowing steam carries the scent of coal mingled within - a fragrant blend of earthiness and warmth, reminiscent of burnt embers. There’s a tinge of metallic tang in the air, hinting at the iron and steel components working in unison. Once the Hogwarts Express is out of sight, they walk to Hogsmeade together to her little shop.

Stepping inside, the jingling bell alerts their entrance. The afternoon sun filters into the quaint space and the store has a cozy air from the numerous boxes neatly stacked on the far side wall. Smells of old, tattered books and dried herbs overwhelms the senses - a pleasing scent which soothes her. Penny’s eyes rise up from her record’s book with a warm smile already on her face.

“Hello!” Penny greets them, hopping off her stool and coming around from behind the counter. “Penny prepared the spare bed downstairs for Mister Sebastian. Penny hopes it’s to your liking.”

“Thank you, Penny. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated,” Sebastian bows his head, making Penny’s smile stretch even further.

Penny’s eyes widen at the sight of Ominis. “Oh, f-forgive Penny. Penny did not know there would be another friend staying here. Penny did not prepare another bed for him.”

“It’s alright, Penny. I didn’t warn you ahead of time,” she eases the frazzled house elf with a gentle smile. “Besides, he’ll be staying with me,” the words leave her mouth before she realizes what she just said. Her whole body flushes and she’s aware of Sebastian turning his head over to stare at her with a wide grin.

“I-I mean, um, if that’s what you want, Ominis,” she stammers, her whole body feeling like it had been set ablaze.

Ominis, his cheeks flushing, smiles softly towards her, “I don’t mind.”

“Merlin’s Beard. How improper,” Sebastian teases with a smirk. “It hasn’t even been a full day, and you’re already asking him to bed.”

“To sleep!” she exclaims, but it only makes his smirk grow. “I’m not having this conversation with you. Now, if you’d excuse me, I’d like to get supper going.”

She stomps out of the room, huffing while she does. As she enters the kitchen, Sebastian’s snickers follow her until they’re interrupted by the sound of a sharp zap from Ominis. Listening to their playful banter, makes her giggle, and she flicks her wand to begin cooking.

Dinner goes smoothly with everyone lively discussing what they’d like to do this summer. From exploring the Forbidden Forest to checking out old Ashwinder camps, it’s Sebastian’s talk of possible Curse-Breaking which triggers a flash of concern in Ominis’ eyes. His gaze darkens momentarily, reflecting his worry, but keeps his concerns to himself - his jaw tightly clenched. Once dinner is over, she heads upstairs to prepare for bed while Ominis and Sebastian chat for a while longer. Her mind is swirling with a mix of emotions - contemplating heavily over the events of today, and the events yet to come. The thoughts don’t cease even as she bathes. And as she waits in bed while Ominis prepares for bed, her stomach twists on itself.

Her fingers tug on the sheets absentmindedly while her teeth chew her bottom lip. They’ve napped together before, whether on the floor or on a couch, but this is far different - far more intimate. Eventually, Ominis strolls into the room, and he gives her a warm smile, releasing her from her worrying thoughts. She didn’t think it possible for him to look even more handsome, but as he comes towards her - she all but gasps.

His silver silk pajamas make his skin seem more translucent, like a literal beam of moonlight. His mussed hair is slightly damp still, darkening his blonde hair to a richer brown, and it falls gracefully around his sharp features. His effortless beauty sends her heart hammering in her chest. Placing his wand on the nightstand, he climbs into bed. He settles himself then looks over towards her.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says with a gentle smile. “I didn’t take Sebastian’s teasing to heart.”

She wants to reply, but her heavy tongue is tangled in her mouth the longer she stares at him. He has an amused smile as his hand finds her arm then moves down to her hand. He guides her to him, and she shifts to be flushed against him. They’re both on their sides, gazing at each other - even if his eyes only give the appearance of doing such. His hand covers her cheek in a gentle touch as he feels over her face, his other arm secure around her back. Her skin flutters and heats under his fingers. She reaches her hand to mimic his, stroking his high cheekbone with a soft smile, enjoying how close they are.

“I’ve been wanting this too,” he whispers his admittance with a slight blush.

Her eyes widen, a small gasp escaping her lips.

“Truly?”

He smiles with a nod, “Yes. I sleep better when you’re close to me.”

“So do I,” she quickly whispers as she leans in - the scent of his mint and lavender soap fills her nose. Their kiss is intimate and tender as they share in the other’s comfort. Magic entwines around the both of them, and they part with a sigh, smiles playing on both of their lips. He’s sparkling, like a star in the night sky, from the magic, and she can’t believe how breathtaking he is.

His smile is the first to fall - a grimace starting to tug on his handsome features.

“What’s on your mind, love?” she asks, brushing back his loose hair from his temple.

He smiles for a moment at being caught, before the worry seeps back into him - darkening his moonlit eyes.

Stroking her cheek, he whispers, “I was thinking on what Professor Hecat said to me. After the Boggart.”

He pauses with a slight frown then continues, “She made a point - about the Ministry - if they were to know of your power, they would be keen to investigate. A power like yours would scare them. And I… I don’t want them to apprehend you one day - locking you up because they believe you to be a danger.”

Her brows furrow as she kisses the side of lips to ease the creases from his porcelain skin.

“They’re not some boogeyman that’ll kidnap me in my sleep, Ominis,” she tries to smile, but it falls short. Her eyes close with a sigh, “But, I do worry they’ll send someone to investigate. If Hecat is already suspicious, I’d imagine she’s already informed someone at the Ministry of me. At the very least, to investigate Professor Fig’s death.”

“Once they begin to look into you, I worry they will see you as only a threat,” he whispers. “Solely because they don’t understand what your magic is. Fear of the unknown makes people do irrational things, and I don’t want you to be on the receiving end of such a thing.”

She presses her forehead to his, making him sigh softly and wrap his fingers into the locks of her hair.

She bites her lip before saying, “If it’s Hecat’s, or any of the other professors’, account they’re hearing, then it may be concluded that I am just more magically talented than most. And as for why I was there, I’m just a nosy, overachieving student that got caught up in something I had no business being in.”

His frown doesn’t ease as he shakes his head, “And what of the Ashwinders? I’m sure they’ll investigate the rumors surrounding their dismantlement, as well as your involvement.”

“I wasn’t the only one who was involved,” she counters. “Natty was as well. Which goes along with my story of being a nosy student. The worst they’ll get me for is not having more faith in the Ministry to handle these matters.”

He closes his eyes, a scowl forming as he digs his fingers into her hair, pulling her closer to him.

“What if that’s not enough to satiate them? Aurors are known for using Legilimency in their investigations. If they see into your mind, then-then, they’ll know the truth,” he lets out a heavy breath as his eyes open to reveal them welling with tears. “I don’t want them to take you away. I-I don’t have the power to stop them.”

She hushes him with a soft kiss on his cheek then his lips.

“Then I’ll work on my Occlumency all summer,” she replies.

His grimace deepens even more, “Becoming an Occlumens, it requires you to shut off your mind. To compartmentalize your very self, and master your emotions. You would have to deny essential parts of who you are, and even then someone could infiltrate your mind anyways.”

She stares at him, reeling from this information.

“Are you not an Occlumens yourself, Ominis?”

“I am. Which is why I am reluctant for you to traverse down this path,” his features soften as he caresses her cheek. “The best part about you, what I love the absolute most - is how you feel things. Your emotions are so powerful, and effervescent, I… don’t want you to lose that part of yourself.”

Ominis’ eyes are shadowed despite the moon filtering in from the window to illuminate him. A horrible sorrow twists at her heart at what Ominis had to do in order to survive his childhood. She knew he was strong, but to be reminded of it - to know he suppresses his emotions out of necessity - makes her want to hold him, and never let go. She nuzzles into his neck, placing tender kisses on his soft flesh. He holds her close to him, resting his head on hers with a sigh.

“Then, I’ll just have to prove to them I am no threat,” she states.

His fingers tangle themselves around strands of her hair as he whispers, “That may work. You’ve done so much good for the hamlets here. If needs must, I’m sure we could have several people - witnesses - come forward to admit as such. Even the professors might be willing to speak up on your behalf as well. We could have a whole defense for you from all walks of life if need be.”

She smiles as she kisses him.

“See, galavanting through the country-side as its perks,” she giggles.

He scoffs, “That is still not a valid enough excuse for you to throw yourself into harm’s way, darling,” he presses his lips to her forehead with a sigh. His body relaxes as his worries settle. She won’t go down without a fight - something he admires her greatly for. He goes back to playing with her hair and stroking her back, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“How… has it been? Not having to go out as much,” he wonders.

“Calm, if not a bit dull at times. Not that I’m complaining. I think I needed a bit of mundane in my life. That’s not to say I haven’t been enjoying my time being spent with you instead.”

He chuckles, “I’m glad being with me is ‘mundane’ enough for you.”

“That is not at all what I meant!” she exclaims with a giggle as he laughs.

“Well, I’m sure you and Sebastian will find ways to get into trouble this summer. If dinner was any indication of your plans, you two will be avoiding any sort of dullness like the plague. And with that, tell me before you rush off into some cave, or ruin. Please. I worry enough as is with his Curse-Breaking nonsense, and having to be away from you. I would rather not find out you’re lost in a cave infested with Acromantulas.”

“I swear. No caves, caverns, castles, or whatever else without first inviting you to come along,” she promises with a warm smile, making him smirk with a slight snort.

He’s quiet for a moment, twisting her hair with his nimble fingers while his silver-blue eyes search for hers.

“And what of your magic?”

She frowns at the question, her eyes drifting away from his face and towards his chest.

“You mean have I felt the urge to start taking the pain from other people? No, I haven’t,” she plays with the collar of his silk shirt. “But, it’s always easy to say ‘no’ to something when the temptation is not there.”

“You worry you may be tempted when you use Ancient Magic,” Ominis whispers, his breath ruffling her hair.

“I haven’t had any reason to really use Ancient Magic lately. Not like how I was before,” she admits. “What if once I do call upon it, I can’t stop? What if I’m not strong enough to resist it?”

He’s quiet again, his heart strumming at a peaceful rhythm in time with his quiet breaths.

“You won’t succumb to power, my love,” he says firmly. “You refused Sebastian at every opportunity for dark magic. Your will is strong. And if you have doubts, you’ll tell me. Then we can figure it out together.”

It’s such a simple thing, but the relief of knowing he’s there - always there - makes her relax into his embrace. He won’t let her fall.

“How did I get so lucky to have you in my life,” she whispers.

“Please, it’s I who’s the lucky one. I love you,” he kisses her forehead with a soft smile. “Get some sleep, darling. Dream of sweet things, as I know I will in your arms.”

“I love you,” she hums, enjoying being swaddled in his embrace.

It’s not hard to start to drift away while listening to the steady rise and falls of his chest.

When her eyes slowly flutter open in the morning, she’s met with the most breathtaking sight. The sun lands softly upon Ominis. Like a gentle caress, it highlights his sharp cheekbones and jawline - illuminating his pale skin. His dark blonde hair is mussed and is strewn beautifully around his face. A warm smile plays on his serene features, sending her heart skipping and stuttering. His arms are still around her, as if to ensure she wouldn’t leave his side. She could stare at him for the rest of time, if allowed.

Feeling her eyes on him, he slowly awakens. He pulls her close to his chest with a soft sigh, nuzzling into her neck.

“Good morning,” she whispers, stroking his hair.

“Good morning indeed,” he whispers back, smiling into her neck before rising up to face her.

His hand rests against her cheek, his fingers tracing over her features. She angles her face so he has better access, making him smile. He brushes over her nose, her cheeks, her brows, her lips, her chin, her jaw, then finally her hair. Guiding her towards him, he captures her lips in a warm kiss. He pulls her closer to him, leaving no space between them, while he dives his tongue into her mouth.

The creak of the bedroom door opening gets their attention. He listens while she stares at an overinflated, paper bird fluttering into the room, swirling and gliding until it’s right above them. With a loud cracking bang, it explodes in a bright red flash. Ominis jerks in her arms then whips his head towards the door.

“Sebastian!” he yells, causing a boyish giggle from downstairs to waft up to them.

“Glad you’re awake! Come eat breakfast,” Sebastian calls.

Ominis groans, plopping down in bed with a scowl, “I’m going to turn him into a toad.”

She laughs, kissing his cheek, “I could handle a toad for a summer, I think.”

His scowl melts away into a beautiful grin as he turns his face towards her. He reaches his hand up to cup her cheek, caressing her face with a tender touch.

“I’m going to send another one, if you two don’t get down here!”

They both groan at Sebastian’s insistence, and they reluctantly get out of bed. She calms Ominis down enough to not jinx Sebastian, and they’re both surprised to find three plates of food already on the small circular table.

“You made breakfast,” she exclaims. “By yourself?”

“Don’t act too surprised,” Sebastian scoffs, then he waves his hand over his spread. “Now, come on. It’s nearly cold, thanks to your slowness. Oh, and you’re both welcome by the by.”

Ominis glares at him, “You make it so hard to be grateful.”

Sebastian’s cooking truly isn’t bad, she thinks to herself after the first mouthful of eggs. Not that she would ever admit that to him at the current moment as he looks far too smug as is. They eat, their spirits rising as their bellies fill. But, once their plates are empty, she realizes Ominis will be leaving soon. Something he seems to realize as well as his features fall into a somber expression. She helps Sebastian clean up while Ominis goes to gather his things.

Once everyone is dressed, the hour is nearly eleven, and Ominis is ready to depart. She holds Ominis’ hand as they venture outside, enjoying the last bit of his warmth while she still could. They stop a ways from the shop, turning to face each other. She adjusts his tie with a soft smile, smoothing down the fabric of his dark gray vest in deep thought. His head touches hers in a tender touch and she looks up to his bright blue eyes. He grips her tighter around her waist and his voice is quiet, just for her to hear, as he says,

“I’ll be back soon, love,” he smiles. “You’ve cast a spell over me, and I can’t stand to be apart from you for long.”

She sighs with a hint of a frown tugging on her lips, “I wish we didn’t have to part at all.”

His expression softens and he nods.

“So do I,” he takes her hand and kisses the top of it. “But, it will make our time together all the more sweeter.”

“Oh, Merlin’s Beard,” Sebastian groans as he slings himself over the two lovebirds, making them separate. “You do know that he is literally coming back in two weeks time? He’s not going away forever.”

“I’m aware,” she scoffs with her cheeks blooming a heated shade. When she looks back at Ominis she gasps, “Oh, I almost forgot!”

She rushes back into the shop, leaving Ominis and Sebastian outside with amused grins. Sebastian retracts his arm back to his side and Ominis tilts his head towards Sebastian with a stern expression.

“Sebastian,” Ominis faces him. “While I’m gone, I need you to promise me something.”

Sebastian’s eyes widen as he takes in Ominis’ austere pose.

“Anything,” Sebastian replies.

Ominis places his hand on Sebastian’s forearm in a firm grip, “Promise me you’ll take care of her. If anything were to happen to her, if she were to get hurt, or-or, anything, I-I don’t know what I’d do. So, please. Protect her.”

Sebastian grips Ominis’ hand with a sure nod, “I promise. She’ll be in good hands this summer. Don’t you worry. And the same goes to you. Look after Anne for me.”

“Always,” Ominis smiles.

Sebastian pats Ominis’ hand, and Ominis’ arm drops back to his side just as she rushes back out with a wrapped box in tow. Glancing between the two, she gives them a curious brow raise as she hands Ominis the package.

“What’s this?” Ominis holds the wrapped gift, noting how heavy it is. It’s a rectangular, wooden box and something akin to paper rattles inside.

“A gift. For you and Anne,” she smiles. “You’ll have to open it once you’re there.”

“Very well,” Ominis chuckles as he tucks the package into his jacket pocket, shrinking it down to the size of a galleon.

She bites her lip as she stares at Ominis. He’s not left yet, but her heart already aches. She places her hands on his chest and he’s quick to hold her closer to him. Her arms wrap around his neck and he gives her a warm smile.

“Don’t fret, my love,” he whispers. “We will soon be together again. I promise.”

His hand moves up to her cheek - stroking her with a tender, but firm touch. His stormy blue eyes are lidded and his breath picks up.

“Until then,” he whispers before he presses his lips to hers.

She melts into his embrace and into his kiss. Her hands hold onto his neck and cheek while he tries to pour all the love he feels for her into this kiss - this moment. He can feel her love and her longing echo back to him in return. Their bond tangles around them like fiery cords - searing their skin and etching into their very bones. They both lose themselves in the other as they both engrave this moment into their minds. How they taste, smell, feel against the other. His heart is beating wildly in his chest and he feels hers doing the same.

When they part, it’s slow and they’re both breathless. They both stroke the other’s cheek and as she stares into his heated face, she thanks her lucky stars to love someone like him - her Ominis.

“I’ll write you. Everyday,” she murmurs.

“Then, I’ll look forward to your owl,” he smiles fondly.

She wraps her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. He holds onto her waist with a heavy sigh, nuzzling into her neck to enjoy her sweet scent for a moment longer. They finally let the other go, their hands holding on before Ominis takes a step back and releases her.

“Try to keep eachother out of trouble,” Ominis grins as he pulls out his wand.

“Now, that’s asking for a lot,” Sebastian teases as he stands next to her with his hands on his hips. “Get going, lover boy. We’ll be here when you get back.”

Ominis smiles, “Goodbye for now then.”

“Safe travels,” she waves.

“Give Anne my love,” Sebastian says.

Ominis nods, turning around and walking down the path and up the hill. She watches him, finding it hard to breathe the further he walks away. Sebastian places a strong arm around her back, gripping onto her shoulder. She looks briefly up to Sebastian with a grateful smile then she goes back to watching Ominis.

Ominis pauses at the top of the hill and turns around, pointing his wand back to where her and Sebastian were. He’s surprised to find her still there watching him. He can’t stop his smile at seeing her aura pulsing brightly and shimmering in vibrant waves. Something about her waiting, just for him, makes his heart jump to his throat. An ache forms in his chest and he’s tempted to run back to her to fill this void within him. Ominis lets out a heavy breath, forcing himself to turn away, and head to Feldcroft.

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AN: MERLIN'S BEARD!!! this took so long to write. TOO FREAKING LONG. It doesn't help that I am PREGGERS!! so my mind is like totally scattered (yay hormones!)

Anyways, I wanted to post some letters, but I wanted to hear y'all's thoughts about doing a very short fic of when Ominis goes back to the Estate to search for clues. I was thinking it could just be some letters exchanged, but I've been tossing the idea around of actually writing it out. idk, let me know what ya think.

also I’m not sure where I saw the Undercroft, Isidora, Gaunt theory and how the gaunts may know of ancient magic (I think it was on tumblr not sure) anyways awesome theory and will run away with this idea now 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

As always, thanks for reading!! Any feedback is welcomed <3

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Ikemen Sengoku (JP)

Kicho's Main Story Chapter 3 Part 2

JP Spoilers under the cut

It has been about three weeks since I became Kicho's secretary.

I've been accompanying him on his work, but I haven't been able to get the information I'm looking for.

Moreover, Motonari hasn't been in contact with him since his true identity was revealed, so I don't know what he's doing.

I hardly played my part as a spy because of this, and right now, he called me into his room.

Mai: "You're leaving for a few days?"

Kicho: "Yeah, I have a business appointment outside of Sakai."

Mai: "I see. Well, please be careful."

(I could go to town while he's gone.)

Kicho: "What are you talking about? Do you really think I'll leave you here alone?"

Mai: "Wait, you're taking me with you?"

Kicho: "Of course."

Kicho: "We'll leave the day after tomorrow. You should be ready by then."

(What the heck, this is just too sudden!)

Kicho: "That's all. Any other questions?"

Mai: "No, no questions."

(If I give up my job as a secretary, I won't be able to stay here.)

(And even if he leaves me behind, I'm sure he'll find a way to monitor me.)

(I might hear something from him on the trip, so I should stay positive.)

Two days later.

I finished getting ready and left Sakai with Kicho.

Kicho: "It looks like whoever took you in was quite nice to you."

Kicho: "I didn't expect you to be able to ride a horse."

Mai: "Well, I learned a lot from a certain spartan."

Mai: "Besides, she's calm and quiet, so she's easy to ride."

Kicho: "The way you put it, does that mean the horse you rode before wasn't?"

Mai: "Yes, she was alert and fearless."

(That horse doesn't easily trust anyone and will mercilessly shake anything on top of her.)

Kicho: "I see. Horses, like people, have their own personalities."

Kicho: "Besides, the horse you're riding now sometimes carries guests, so it's probably used to people."

Mai: "I see. Is your horse used to people too? He seems very calm."

Kicho: “No, he’s very cautious. He’s used to me, but if anyone else tries to ride him, he gets violent.”

Mai: "Is that so?"

(I can't imagine that from the looks of this one.)

The dignified horse he was riding had a beautiful white coat that looked like something out of a fairy tale and seemed unfazed by the slightest thing.

(In fairytales, a white horse is something a prince would ride, but when he rides it, it's picture-perfect.)

(Somehow, the atmosphere here fits him perfectly.)

As I stared at him, Kicho kept his grip on the reins and turned his head to the side.

Kicho: "I can see it now. There's a small village down the mountain."

Kicho: "Let's take a break there. I've already talked with the village chief."

Mai: "Okay."

Kicho: ".............."

Mai: "What's this place?"

When we arrived at the village, we found that the fields had been burned, and several houses were in shambles.

(There are some burn marks, but it looks like it was destroyed rather than burned.)

(Is this really because of a fire?)

Kicho looked around and spoke, looking calm.

Kicho: “It happens all the time.”

Mai: “You mean this?”

Kicho: “Yeah, especially in this turbulent world. It’s probably the work of bandits.”

Mai: “How can they just leave them like this?”

Kicho: “Some people will stop at nothing to survive.”

Mai: “Oh no...”

(That doesn’t mean you can just shrug it off as something common.)

(I wonder if I can handle living in an era like this.)

Kicho: “Let’s go to the village chief’s house. It’s on this road, at the end of the village.”

Village chief: “Lord Kicho, it’s been a while.”

(So this is the village chief.)

As soon as we arrived at the house, which was a little grander than the others in the village, an elderly man with a gentle demeanor came out from inside.

He bowed deeply to Kicho, then looked at me and bowed the same way.

I hurriedly returned the greeting, and the village chief smiled warmly at me.

Village chief: “Welcome to our village.”

Village chief: “You must be surprised. We were attacked by bandits just the other day.”

Kicho: "Were the villagers safe?"

Village chief: "Yes. There were a few injured, but we somehow managed."

Village chief: "The village men were able to drive them away, but they were all scared after that."

Village chief: "I'm afraid they'll come again."

Kicho: "I see."

Village chief: "It's all that guy's fault."

Village chief: "The crops aren't growing well, and the village has been set on fire by bandits. I wonder what kind of disaster he will bring next."

(That guy?)

Mai: "Um, who are you referring to?"

Village chief: "I'm sorry, but I don't think I should discuss these things with a guest."

Village chief: "I think it’s better if you don't know."

Mai: "I see."

(There's no way I can ask when you say it like that.)

Village chief: "Anyway, you never know what might happen in this village, so it would be better for you guys to stay in the next town, even though it's a little far away."

Kicho: "Yeah, I understand. Mai."

Kicho called me by my name and looked toward the horse tied to the front of the house.

(I guess that means we're just gonna leave.)

(It's frustrating to see someone suffering, but that doesn't mean I can't do anything about it.)

Kicho: "Then, if you need anything, please send a message to the trading post."

Village chief: "Understood. Please be careful."

We said our goodbyes and were about to leave when一

Villager: "Chief! They're here again!"

A man came running in, looking frantic.

(Don't tell me...?)

Village chief: "Bandits?"

Villager: "Yes, the patrol guy spotted them! They'll be here shortly!"

Village chief: "Gather the old men, women, and children and get them all inside the house."

Village chief: "Take your weapons and prepare to fight back. Tell everyone immediately."

Villager: "Yes, sir!"

Village chief: "Both of you. You heard him, so please leave now."

Mai: "But this village一"

Village chief: "We can't involve you."

Mai: ".............."

The village chief said it so clearly that I couldn't say anything, but Kicho, standing next to me, quietly shook his head.

Kicho: "No, we'll stay here and give you a hand."

Village chief: "What?"

Kicho: "Even if we left, there's a chance we would meet them. If that happens, we would be at a disadvantage, and it would jeopardize my plans."

Village chief: "Lord Kicho."

Kicho: "Mai. Stay here and hide with the other villagers."

Mai: "Okay."

Village chief: "Then, let's go. Let's get rid of these savages together."

Kicho: "Yeah."

Mai: "Wait!"

As Kicho started to walk away, I grabbed his haori tightly and held him back.

Kicho: "What's wrong?"

Mai: "U-Um."

Surprised at my own actions, I looked back into his eyes, looking down at me.

Mai: "Please be safe. Make sure you come back."

Kicho: "..............."

Kicho: "I have no intention of dying here."

Mai: "Good."

When I removed my hand from his clothes, it fluttered like a butterfly and returned to its original shape.

Then, all of a sudden, he reached out and discreetly gripped my hand.

Mai: "Huh?"

Kicho: "Stay safe, Mai."

With that, he pulled his hand away from mine and quickly walked away.

(That surprised me.)

(Wait, I don't have time to stand around. I need to do something!)

I spotted a figure fleeing toward here for shelter and waved my still-warm hand vigorously.

Mai: "Hurry up, everyone! This way!"

Everyone gathered in one room, and when all the doors were closed, the room became as dark as night.

(Based on the noise outside, I think they're already here.)

A nasty feeling welled inside my body at the thought of a battle happening outside.

(Please, just get it over with. Don't let anyone die.)

I clenched my hands tightly, and then一

Boy: "Help!"

Mai: "-----!"

A boy wearing a tattered kimono came tumbling in, looking desperate.

(Maybe someone failed to escape!?)

Boy: "She’s going to die! Help me!"

Old woman: "Stop. That thing doesn't need to be here."

(Excuse me?)

I looked at the people around me, dumbfounded by their harsh, cold voices, as they all looked coldly at the crying kid.

(What's with this crazy atmosphere?)

(What do they mean by "he doesn't need to be here?")

Boy: "Big sister!"

Mai: "Ah..."

The boy grabbed my sleeve as I stood there confused一his big black eyes, wet with tears, stared straight at me.

Boy: "Help me. Please, help me."

Mai: "............."

The next thing I knew, I ran out of the room, holding the boy's hand.

Mai: "Hey, where are you from?"

Boy: "From the house on the other side of the road."

(It's on the other side of the village. Kicho ran towards it earlier, so the bandits are probably out there.)

I can see the smoke rising in the air.

It's probably impossible to run through there with a child in tow.

(If that's the case...)

Mai: "Hey, don't let go of my hand, okay?"

Bandit 1: "Whoa! What the hell?"

Bandit 2: "It's a wild horse! Get away from it!"

Boy: "Sister!"

Mai: "S-Sorry! Please! Calm down!"

I charge into the middle of the battle while riding Kicho's white horse with the kid.

(I never thought the horse we're riding would be so scared to move!)

I was about to get thrown off, but I squeezed my hands to keep both the reins and the kid from letting go.

(If we keep going down this road, we can get to the house.)

(There's a fire out there, so we have to hurry!)

We continued on our way while knocking off the bandits blocking us and managed to reach our destination.

Mai: "Where is she? We need to get her and hide somewhere safe."

Boy: "Here! She's in here!"

Mai: "What?"

The boy pointed to the house that was on fire.

(Is there really someone in there?)

(No matter how much I want to, I can't do it in this fire. We have to turn back and ask for help.)

(Wait, no. Even if I did, no one's gonna help us.)

Mai: "Now that this happens!"

I grabbed a nearby pail, poured the water over my head, and jumped into the burning house.

Mai: "Ugh."

I winced at the heat, burning my skin, and covered my mouth with my sleeve to avoid inhaling the hot air.

I frantically searched for the girl, but the smoke made it difficult to see the inside.

(There she is! The girl!)

I immediately rushed over to her as I found her cowering in the corner of the room.

Mai: "Are you okay? Let's get out of here一kyaah!?"

We stepped back, but a large pillar fell in front of us, blocking our exit.

(This is bad. We can't run away like this.)

Girl: "Sis, I can't do it anymore."

Mai: "Don't say that. Let's survive together!"

(If only I can get this thing out of the way, we can get out!)

Mai: "Guh!"

I put all my strength into my hands in an attempt to lift the heavy pillar but to no avail.

(I can't breathe, but if I don't do this, we'll die.)

Contrary to my feelings, I felt the strength draining out of my body.

(I don't want to die. I don't want to give up.)

(Please, someone!)

Kicho: "Mai!"

Mai: “Kicho!?”

Kicho: "Don't give up. Keep going and put your strength into it."

Mai: "O-Okay!"

I tried lifting the pillar once again, eventually creating a small escape route.

Kicho: "I'll hold it up like this. You take the kids and go outside."

Mai: "Okay!"

I took the kids by the hand, and went outside to escape the fire.

(I need to get them both to a safe place for now. Huh?)

(Is the fight over?)

Kicho: "If you're wondering about the bandits, we've already got rid of them."

Kicho came over, still petting the agitated horse and pulling on the reins with his other hand.

Like me, water droplets were dripping from his hair, and his face was slightly pale.

Mai: "Already?"

Kicho: "Yeah, we were struggling, but thanks to you charging in with this horse, we've turned the tables."

(I see. It was a riot.)

(Even though we drove them away, everything is already in shambles.)

The houses and fields set on fire by the bandits are still smoking.

(It’s gonna be hard to extinguish the fire if it’s burning all over the place like this.)

(At least these kids are safe.)

Mai: “Are you two okay?”

Girl: “Yes.”

Boy: “Thank you, sister. And you, too, big brother.”

Seeing the two of them holding each other’s hands and alive almost brought tears to my eyes.

(I’m really, really glad.)

Mai: “Thank you for saving us.”

Mai: “If I tried handling it myself, we would’ve died together.”

Kicho: “Yeah, you would’ve died.”

Kicho: “Why did you do that? If you die helping others, won't you regret it?”

Mai: “No, it’s not like that!”

He looked at me sternly as I replied to him loudly.

(I don’t want to die for any reason.)

(At that time, I really wanted to hide and ignore everything, but一)

------------Flashback------------

Boy: “She’s going to die! Help me!”

Old woman: “Stop. That thing doesn’t need to be here.”

---------Flashback Ends---------

I remember the chilling words toward the boy’s grief-stricken cries.

(I see. I acted just like him at that time.)

(Even if this is a turbulent time, even if it’s someone that doesn’t need to be here一)

Mai: “Not a single life deserves to die.”

Kicho: “-----!”

Mai: “I understand what often happens in a world like this.”

Mai: “Injustice can happen at any time, and there may be times when even your desire to live may not be fulfilled.”

Mai: “But I don’t think you should give up because of that.”

Mai: “No matter what the truth is, you shouldn’t give up.”

I said these words to soothe the insecurity in me, and Kicho’s eyes wavered in response to these.

It was painful to watch, so I gently looked away.

Just then一

???: “Damn it, he’s alive!”

About The New Book

The thing I ordered earlier arrived. Come straight to my office tomorrow after work to pick it up. It's more difficult than the first book I gave you, but it's worth a try.

When I traveled in the future, I had many difficulties. Among them was being unable to read and write.

It was important to learn what was being used there一both to communicate and to gain any necessary knowledge.

If you're going to live in this period, your efforts today will surely help you.

By the way, how was the tea the other day? If you like it, I'll make you another pot. That's the least I can do to help you, so feel free to let me know.

-Kicho

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