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writer-akihiko · 4 years ago

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TW First year students x fem! MC who's secretly a demon princess, who will they react to her powers when they found her in her demon form?

First Years + DemonPrincess!MC

I had fun with this prompt in general, and I hope I made some fun scenarios that you like!

Warnings: Bullying from other students and hurtful words, Epel is censored because Vil doesn't allow it

Sebek Zigvolt

He forgot to give you back your notebook from class, so he had to go in the evening

If Sebek remembered correctly, in his 'I'm A Good Boyfriend' notebook, you said you usually rested in the evening

"YN, I'm here to deliver your notebook!-"

"Go away Sebek!"

He was appalled. You've never scolded him in such a way before!

He quickly fished out his notebook, and he flipped to a page where Lilia had lectured him on what to do when you were feeling down

"Here it is…" He muttered

He barged in your door, breaking down the rickety door, "YN! I am here to comfort you!"

"S-Sebek?!"

He almost dropped the notebook. He was surprised at you appearance, as he saw horns on your head, as well as tattoos on your skin that he's never seen before

"YN… You're…"

You sighed. "Yes Sebek, I'm a dem-"

"You're a Fae! Like me!"

Before he got too excited, you settled him down and explained your appearance

He felt ashamed of himself for his initial behaviour when you explained that you were a princess. He doesn't really mind that you're a demon, in fact, he understands you more as people of his world usually misunderstands Fae-kind

In general, he's quite amazed anytime you demonstrate your powers

He lowkey wants to see you and Waka-sama have a showdown with magic, but his heart knows it'd hurt to see you in danger

Ace Trappola

He got held back by Professor Crewel due to some argument he got in with Grim

He asked around if anyone else saw you, but much to his shock, he found you surrounded by some other students. Again

He wanted to pummel their faces in, but now looking at you, you seemed calm…

In the blink of an eye, a net of dark magic appeared underneath the students, trapping them at their ankles

Ace had his mouth open as horns and wings similar to the colour of your hair started growing from you. What freaked him out more was that the wings weren't made of feathers… They looked ripped apart and made of the same magic he couldn't identify

"A-Ace!"

Upon seeing your boyfriend, you flung the students away into the Garden with your magic. Someone would find them later…

"U-Um… This…" You got embarrassed, feeling shy in your demon form

"THAT WAS SO COOL!"

Ace then pestered you to tell him where you learnt such magic, although he might've accidentally grabbed your horns the wrong way

He listened carefully, since it caused you such discomfort when he touched your horns

He didn't think you'd be a princess…

"Wait… Does this mean you have a demon father?"

You nodded your head. "But my brother's the Demon King at the moment… Why?"

"I need to mentally prepare myself if your demon family want to kill me since I want to propose to you after graduation…"

Deuce Spade

You and Deuce were nervous, since it was a magical mana exam. It would dictate certain classes you'd be able to take next semester…

You were the last to go, and your boyfriend cheerfully waved at you as he gave a thumbs up. He must've passed the test…

You had to remind yourself to control your mana, otherwise you'd have some explaining to do

As you let the teacher examine you, you couldn't help but notice that there was some kind of barrier around the orb you were practicing with

As you removed the barrier, you realised that it was a trap by the teacher!...

You couldn't help but pour your normal amount of magic into the orb, which, put on a show around the students as they marvelled at the dark magic

"Well," Principal Crowley announced, after you were done with your examination. "You'd best be coming with me."

After a long talk with Crowley, you were surprised that Deuce and Grim were at the door, eavesdropping at your conversation

"I overheard… I was worried about you…" He admitted

Deuce however, was quite curious about your appearance, so after his and your dinner, you allowed him to see you shift into your demon form

He did ask if it hurt, to which you shook your head

He admired your wings and your bigger, claw-like hands as you felt heat in your cheeks by the way he was intensely staring at you

"Y-You're adorable…"

Even though you towered Deuce's height in your demon form, it didn't stop him from giving you your usual goodnight kiss on the forehead

Jack Howl

He always wanted to show off his skills to you, so he invited you to a practice match against the Diasomnia dorm

He was against the first years of the dorm, so you silently cheered for Jack

As you were continuously impressed by Jack's speed, you couldn't help but notice a strand of magic tagged on him…

Your magical vision traced it to one of the students on the opposite team, who was passively reciting a spell to jinx Jack's next move

There was only the seniors… So it should be fine to stop that student this once…

You were too slow, as the spell had already whizzed through the field. You could still stop it from hitting Jack!...

You felt everyone's gaze on you as you interrupted the spell. Knowing that your appearance had changed, you shied away

Some students ran away, but Jack didn't. He picked you up, horns, feathers and demonic body parts, all of it and embraced you

"Hey! Stop looking at my girlfriend like she's a monster!" He growled

The seniors quickly punished the student causing tricks on the field, but some were still weary of you

Jack put you down, kissing your forehead. "Thank you precious for saving me there."

Eventually, you had to explain to the teachers what you were

Some dorm leaders grew afraid of you, but Jack didn't care. You were still his precious girlfriend

So what if you both were seen as monsters? He thought. The big bad wolf and the terrifying demon princess could live in peace and quiet, in their own space in the forest…

Jack thinks the whole thing is cool, but he is a little jealous that your magical abilities are so much better than his. You tell him he makes up for it in his physical strength

Epel Felmier

You and Epel were taking a stroll, on the way to the field for the MagiShift club

You promised to cheer him on, and you decided it would be a cheeky way to take some photos with your Ghost Camera

You comfortably sat next to Jack as you got ready to take some photos

Unfortunately, you weren't sure of the exact details, but a student decided it was a perfect opportunity to set off a prank near you and Jack

You weren't exactly in control of your own powers, so the impact caused you to scream and lose control of your appearance

The other students screamed in turned, seeing a 'monster' transform in front of them

Epel saw the prank beforehand, but he couldn't run fast enough to get to you

He couldn't think straight, he just had to make sure you were alright. So when he overheard the students yelling at you, he threatened them

Everyone was freaking out at your changing body, since your skin had different markings, almost like carvings etched into it and a pool of dark magic flooded below you

"I-I'm sorry I-" You tried to apologise, but others constantly berated you

"She's a freak! Someone seal her away!"

Epel couldn't stop himself from whacking the student who said that on the head

The other seniors managed to calm the students down, sending them away

You briefly explained everything to Epel, repeating your apologies to him

"Don't aplogise YN. Those idiots don't understand."

Epel, in all honesty, didn't care if you were a demon princess or a human or a fairy

Whoever got in the way of your relationship on the other hand, he'd pick a fight with them even though you were the one who could easily clean the fight up

"Hey YN, don't listen to em. They don't know how cool you are. As long as I'm the one you love, I'm okay with anything."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst first years #sebek x reader #epel x reader #deuce x reader #jack howl x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #sebek zigvolt #epel felmier #deuce spade #jack howl #twst jack howl #twst epel felmier #twst sebek zigvolt #twst deuce spade #twst ace trappola

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princess-tulip-writes · 2 years ago

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good morning (here in my country it is day). Which death had the most impact on you in the universe of acotar? i honestly never forgot that first fae who had his wings clipped in the first book when feyre was at the spring court and he asks feyre if he would have his wings and comes back and she promises he will but he dies soon after :( is something that really makes me cry.

And one more thing, do you think Tamlin deserves redemption? Some people think so, I think not. But I wanted to know more about his history, brothers and mother. His mother seemed to be a good one.person since Rhys asked his father not to kill him, but he didn't listen to his son and killed them all, until Tamlin stopped him. My mother always told me that no one is born bad, but becomes. So I was curious about it. But well, Tamlin never apologized to Rhys for what happened to Rhys's sister and mother, so he doesn't have my forgiveness, he never did anything to make amends for his actions.

hi, good morning!

the death i will never forget is the two fae that feyre had to kill in order to save prythian. the description of how they begged her and how she feels terrible about it always rots in my mind.

i was actually just thinking about this as i watched beauty and the beast today, too. i think tamlin means well, he just lets the power he has get a hold of him. he lived and learned i think and doesn’t know how to apologize properly because he’s a spoiled brat.

#tamlin

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seacottons · 4 years ago

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pan — ; hongjoong x reader

pairing: k.hj x reader

wc: 1.6k

notes: pixie!reader. peterpan!hj. lostboys!99line. captainhook!hwa. smee!jongho. fluff. brief make-out session. suggestive dialogue. this is a really dumb, embarrassing, self-indulgent thing i wrote on a whim just to experiment with the whole fairy!au. also, reader is human sized as opposed to tinkerbell's size in the movies.

synopsis: not even pixie dust sparkles like the way hongjoong's eyes do when he looks at you.

Hongjoong's eyes trained onto the residue pixie dust dappling the underside of leaves and moss covered tree trunks. With a small smirk finding its way onto his face, he trudged further into the mouth of the forest, footsteps as light and airy as the puffs of clouds above. With the arrival of autumn, reds and browns paint the forest floor with crispy foliage. Fruit and flowering trees, shrubs, and vines coalesce into a vast, beautiful forest sacred to the fae.

Beams of sunlight penetrate the porous canopy of leaves and trees, and the chirping of crickets could be heard in the distance. His face instantly brightened as he took in your form from behind a large tree. For a fleeting moment, he watched as you reached up to gather the flowering buds off the tree above you, admiring the way the streams of sunlight illuminate your wings.

"How's the prettiest pixie in all of Wonderland doing today?"

You startled at the voice behind you, wings stiffening upright as you swiveled around to be met with nothing but rustling flowering trees and the verdant tapestry that swathes the entire forest. Turning back around, you gasped and stumbled back, nearly dropping the basket of blossoms as Hongjoong hung upside down to face you. You pursed your lips in annoyance as he let out a mischievous snicker, "I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that!"

"I'm sorry, love. You're just fun to tease is all," he mused gently, gracefully flipping down to settle onto a low hanging branch. With a huff, you turn your back to him, iridescent wings fluttering rapidly, and send a plume of pixie dust onto his face in retaliation. He yelps and jerks away to the side, hands in the air as he stumbles out an apology. You take a glimpse of his face and nearly laugh at the sight of golden, metallic dust clinging onto his hair, eyelashes, and nose, "I deserved that."

His frame suddenly floats from the pixie dust settling onto his frame, and he hums in satisfaction while reaching up to grab hold of a mulberry branch, eyeing the berries in contemplation.

"That you did," you smile as you reach down into one of the pouches on the floor, "So, what have you- Ah! Wait! Joong! You forgot your hat again."

"I did? And here I gave Wooyoung the earful of his lifetime for thinking he stole it again."

You regarded him silently, head shaking in amusement at his words. Pulling the green piece of fabric from the bag, you reached over to adjust it onto the top of his head, his mischievous eyes never leaving your face. You caught his gaze, narrowing your eyes as his smirk broadened, "So, whatchya gathering today, cutie?"

"Apple blossoms, mulberries, and mushrooms for the autumn festival," you answered quickly, wings fluttering as you took off into the air to gather the higher flowers, "Don't distract me, Joong. If I don't have these collected by tonight, the council will flip. Everything must be done and ready by today."

"Distract you?" he looked up from the berry-filled basket and feigned a hurt expression before settling on a branch and leaning down to rest his hands behind his head, "I didn't say or do anything. Ignore me, you won't even realize I'm here."

"Don't you have other things to do?" you asked as you dumped a basket full of blossoms into a cotton bag, "Like.. I don't know, train the Lost Boys how to fly with pixie dust? Or raid Captain Seonghwa's ship?"

"I left Yunho in charge of them, don't worry. They're in good, big hands. Also, we need a new supply of pixie dus-"

"What? But I gave you your supply just two days ago!" You give him an incredulous look, arms crossing over you chest.

"Mingi accidentally spilled it all in the river," he rushed to explain, hand reaching up to brush a hand through his red hair, "Besides, I haven't seen Captain what's his face ever since he lost his hand."

"He didn't lose it," you jabbed, "You cut it off."

"But that's what I said," he chuckled as you sent a roll of your eyes in his direction, "Come on, baby. Take a break and sit with me for a few minutes."

You attempt to ignore his whining, pushing past him without making eye contact, before fluttering above his head and rummaging through the interlacing branches to gather more flowers, "No distractions, Joong."

A sudden grip onto your ankle has you yelping, and you quickly find yourself plopping down onto his lap. He flashes you a sheepish grin and a shrug of his shoulders before wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in closer to his chest, "Five minutes, I promise. I just missed you so much."

"But you saw me last night," you scoff playfully, arms reaching up to rest onto his shoulders, your wings sagging down in relaxation as he leaned it to brush the tip of his nose against your own. The colorful cosmos on the forest floor swayed with the gentle breeze, and you huddled closer to him for more warmth.

"I know but," he pressed fleeting kisses down your face before settling onto your lips, his grip hard and unyielding, "I can never get enough of you," he smiles against your mouth, hands reaching down to brush the pads of his fingertips across your thighs, before caressing your flesh. His eyes burned with the familiar sight of desire.

You wanted to pull away, knowing fully well that Hongjoong will definitely will lose himself in the moment, but the warmth that ebbed from his frame was too irresistible, especially when autumn's freezing gusts whipped past the gaps of the trees. A retort was ready on the tip of your tongue, but the way his mouth seized your lips has your mind reeling, and you can only faintly decipher the sweet flavor of mulberries as he prods the seam of your lips with his tongue. His hands tug on your rear, urging your closer so that your hips are flush with his. Answering his unspoken request, you part your lips and sigh in content as he ravishes your mouth with his tongue.

"I told you he came here to get his dick wet again!" a familiar voice suddenly ricocheted throughout the dense forest.

You broke the kiss with a sharp intake of breath, wings instantly going rigid and upright at the unanticipated noise, and you attempted to fly off of Hongjoong's lap, embarrassment filling your lungs at being caught.

Several other voices followed suit after, shushing and scolding the loud-mouthed one.

Hongjoong sent a displeased look over your shoulder at the rustling bushes, and clung onto your frame to keep you from moving, all the while ignoring your pleading looks and flushed face. Leaning in to your ear, he whispers lowly and nods his head at the direction of the five heads peeking discreetly from a few meters away.

It took everything he had to convince you, and with a hesitant nod of agreement, your shimmering wings flutter slightly as your frame ascends off of his lap. You feel a slap land on your rear as you turn to face the five boys, and you jerk your head to the side to throw a glare his way, before flying hastily to where the five boys squabbled behind a few bushes, leaving behind a trail of golden dust in your path.

"Oh, look. I think y/n heard us," Yunho mumbled sheepishly as he slid down against the base of one tree, causing a few moths to flee to higher branches.

With a few harsh flaps of your wings, you sent plumes of pixie dust down onto the unsuspecting boys, blinding them with the sparkling glitter. You watched in amusement as realization suddenly dawned on their features. They yelped as their frames ascended off the ground, hands desperately trying to reach for any branch to cling onto before they float up and out of the forest.

"But Hongjoong never taught us how to fly!" San cried, arms latching onto Yeosang's leg for anchor. The latter suddenly lost his grip on the thick ferns with the sudden weight, and Hongjoong merely snickered as the two floated away. Mingi gripped the back of Yunho's collar, eyes blown out with fear. Several twigs and leaves stuck out from his locks.

"I'm sorry Hongjoong! I promise this was all Wooyoung's idea!"

An indignant squawk leaves the black-haired male, hands reaching out to grip the taller's shoulders, "I didn't force you to come!"

"Yeah, but I had no choice! You know I don't like being left alone!" The two squabbled mid-air, limbs tangling and trapping Yunho in the mess as the three drifted up and away.

You turn to the snickering Hongjoong, and once you meet his gaze, he beckons you with a finger, "Now that that's taken care of, where were we?"

"That's enough distractions for the day," you huffed, reaching over to swipe at his nose.

"Just five minutes," he pleads hopefully.

"I would have covered you in pixie dust too," you smile at the sight of his contagious grin as you settle back onto his lap, "But I just had to make the mistake of teaching you how to fly."

"You sweep me off my feet even without pixie dust," he replies before pulling you by your scarf for a soul searing kiss.

#ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong scenarios #ateez peter pan au #choi san imagines #wooyoung imagines #song mingi imagines #yunho imagines #yeosang imagines

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thatringboy · 4 years ago

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The Way A Soul Lives (Part Two) - TWST

Requested by @yoruzumy0 that I continue This Story, so I hope you all enjoy! Angst is not something I’m very good at, but I got a lot of positive feedback from part one and it made me want to keep trying!

Word Count: 1,633

Warnings: Cursing, magic, blood mention, Character death, mentioned character death and the angst associated with that, implied relationships between characters

Silver sat on the stone pavement with his head in his hands while Lilia hugged him tight, his eyes widened and unmoving from shock. Malleus burst out of the castle with his large staff in hand and reached his companions. The prince stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of the body on the ground and his eyes immediately went up to the stars, searching and scanning like the universe held the answers.

And for once, it did. Malleus had been looking at the wings of the dragon constellation for his fallen friend, but instead found the small star sitting peacefully next to his grandmother in the heavens, now protecting the Draconia family for the rest of eternity.

Despite the morbid situation, the comfort of knowing where Sebek’s final resting place was brought a small smile to his face. After all, what was death to the immortal?

~~~

Yuu had expected a mirror to gate them back to Night Raven College, not a singular Black Carriage to fit themself, Grim, Jack, Cater and Vil all into. Needless to say, they did not all fit.

Yuu wondered if this was some sort of punishment from Crowley for leaving and questioned if it was related to the feeling of dread still welling up inside of them. Magic had transported all of their luggage back to the school, but couldn’t transport them individually as well? The nerve that headmaster had!

Yuu would have complained if they could be heard over the complaining of their companions.

“You are sitting on my coat!”

“Well, you’re on my tail!”

“Guys move, I need a selfie to show my followers that I’m stuck here with you!”

“The Great Grim demands that you stop squishing me against the window!”

Yuu rolled their eyes and moved closer to the window to get away from Cater’s obsessive photo taking. They watched the Pyroxene countryside roll past the window and was taken aback about how snow could still be seen under evergreen trees despite it currently being the middle of Spring.

But the trip was not without faults. Every bump in the road jostled the Prefect and made them wonder if the bad feeling in their gut was about to become everyone else’s problem too. Thankfully, the Carriage passed through a gateway and was soon outside the front gates of Night Raven College.

The sight of the grand castle never ceased to take Yuu’s breath away and the view got their friends to momentarily stop complaining. Cater maneuvered himself in the carriage to snap a selfie that had a blurred image of Jack in the background, which got the sweet silence to break into arguing again.

When the carriage finally stopped and the doors opened, Yuu fell out and crashed into someone. They apologized profusely and felt someone stroke their head.

“Non non, forgive me for not being more careful.” Rook smiled down at them and helped them regain their balance.

Yuu stepped away from the third year and watched as he extended a hand to help Vil out of the carriage. The motion was graceful and Yuu wondered how Vil still looked so magnificent despite the commute. Jack ended up falling out of the carriage with Cater and Grim and the sight reminded Yuu of a clown car.

As their friends got to their feet, Yuu noticed that Rook was already in his uniform. “When did you get here, Rook-Senpai?”

The blonde spun around and tipped his hat. “I simply mirrored back to campus an hour ago.”

“Of course you did.” Yuu frowned and held out an arm for Grim to climb up on.

~~~

For someone with a slight case of narcolepsy, Silver didn’t sleep a minute. If anything, he purposefully made himself busy around the castle.

The image kept replaying in his mind as he cleaned Malleus’ room from the damage caused by the demon. The blood soaked stones, Lilia’s screams and the sound of Sebek slumping to the ground. It replayed in real time, slow motion and sped up. The scene was a bad record set on loop and every time he closed his eyes to try to silence the pounding of his head, the images became more pronounced and more intense.

It got so bad that he had to stop and sit down on Malleus’ half-burnt bed to keep himself from hyperventilating. He knew that Fae usually moved on quickly from death and didn’t typically mourn for long, but Sebek’s death was only a few hours ago and his caretakers had made themselves sparse almost immediately.

The sun coming up through the broken glass of the window made little refracted rainbows dance around the destroyed room. Silver saw the pleasant sight and thought of how the universe mocked him. Of course the sunrise after loosing his comrade would be beautiful, what else would it be? Sebek wasn’t a friend of his by any means - if anything they were bitter rivals - but the thought of going back to Night Raven College without the loud cabbage man made his heart sink further. Silver felt tears welling up in his eyes and moved to wipe them away.

“Glad to see you’re still as human as ever.” Malleus stood in the doorway with an exhausted face. Silver’s first instinct would have been to jump to attention, but his body didn’t move. Malleus came and sat next to him, glancing around the room as the sun came up more.

“Your father has been in the library all night trying to find the origin of that beast. I thought I told you to get some sleep, you need it more than us.”

Silver remained silent. What was he to say? He had left Sebek alone to defend the prince and took too long in fetching Lilia. The image of Sebek’s face before he plummeted out the window still burned in his mind. It was a face of determination and fierce loyalty only the Zigvolt boy could pull off. Malleus reached around the human and hugged him close. “Don’t over think this, none of this is remotely your fault.”

“But I could have--”

“We all could have done something differently. I could have stayed and fought instead of follow protocol. None of that matters now.” Malleus’ voice was barely audible. “What matters is how we move on.”

Silver pulled away. “Move on?! That was only five hours ago and you want to move on?!”

Malleus looked hurt. “No I--”

“I know that life isn’t such a big deal to fairies, but can we at least take a few days to mourn him?” he got up on his feet. “Sebek was by far your most loyal guard and you want to move on already? No, we will not stop mourning and we will not stop searching for who did this until I plunge my sword into their chest! I--”

Malleus was up and hugged Silver close. “I don’t want you to stop, I want you to slow down before you hurt yourself in the process. Revenge is a fickle thing; you think you want it, but what you really need is healing. And where does revenge stop? None of it will fill the hole inside of you.”

The soft voice of the prince made Silver tear up again as he hugged Malleus back.

“Alright, I’ll slow down, but only because you asked me to.”

“That is all I want of you now.”

~~~

Yuu braced themself for the running tackle from Epel and Ace and collapsed to the ground under their short friends, to the entertainment of Grim who just floated above the first years.

“Epel, Ace, I can’t breathe!” Yuu laughed.

“If you can talk, you can breathe.” Epel got up and helped Yuu to their feet. “So, how was the break?”

Yuu’s eyes widened and they began to retell their adventures in Pyroxene, the bad feeling in their gut subsiding for now. When they mentioned spending the week with the Howls, Epel’s mouth dropped open.

“So, what are they like? Jack’s parents?”

Ace elbowed the purple haired boy in the ribs. “Why do you need to know, lover boy?”

Epel turned red and crossed his arms. “Just curious, that’s all.”

Ace and Yuu snickered when Jack joined the small group and Epel flushed even more red. The five - including Grim - made their way inside the school and to the mirror hall where the other members of Heartslabyul that Yuu considered friends loitered. Deuce noticed his friend group and bowed to the dorm heads before making his way over.

“Ace, you shouldn’t just run off like that!”

Ace brushed him off. “Pssh, I was collecting the trash!”

“Trash? What trash?”

Yuu facepalmed and rolled their eyes. More mirrors lit up as more students returned from their breaks. A group from Scarabia chatted away about a new dance they learned, some Savanaclaw boys compared their fitness regimes from the break and Yuu swore they saw a few Ignihyde students slinging around brand new motorcycle licenses. Everyone was so happy to see each other and in that moment, Yuu forgot all about their sick feeling.

That is, until Jack tapped their shoulder and cleared his throat. “So, did any of you see the stars last night? I swore that a new one got added to the Draconia line.”

Deuce crossed his arms and nodded. “Yeah, I saw that.”

Yuu’s sick feeling hit them like a truck and they frowned. “Do you think it was someone we knew?”

Epel shook his head. “The chances of that are too slim, probably some distant cousin of someone we vaguely know.”

His certainty made Yuu feel better. The group continued to talk about something as Ortho approached them with a happy expression. He made the first years shriek when he removed his metal face plate and showed them his real mouth underneath.

Yuu’s attention was immediately drawn to a mirror in the corner of the room. They excused themself from the group and walked over to where Malleus, Silver and Lilia had appeared.

They looked dreadful. Lilia didn’t even bother to use his legs to lazily float around and his uniform was unkept, Silver’s eyes and cheeks were red from crying and Malleus’ had a distant look to him, like he wasn’t even there and his body was functioning on its own. Yuu smiled warmly at them. “Nice to see you three, how was your break?”

They clearly didn’t expect anyone to approach them as the three of them seemed to snap out of a trance. Lilia excused himself quickly and disappeared. Meanwhile, Silver remained glued to Malleus side. The prince looked down at Yuu with a sad smile. “It was... eventful.”

“I, uh, I saw the stars last night....” Yuu trailed off, seeing Silver’s face perk up sorrowfully.

“You did?” Malleus placed a hand on their shoulder. Yuu nodded.

“Then you know that tragedy has struck us.” Silver stood up straight.

Yuu looked around, noticing the unusual absence of the second guard. “Where’s Sebek?”

The single tear that rolled down Malleus’ face made Yuu want to throw up. They looked to Silver, but their eyes didn’t meet.

“You can’t be serious...” They whispered. Malleus suddenly hugged Yuu tightly and the Ramshackle student could hear his heart thumping loudly.

Yuu hugged back, feeling hot tears streak down their own cheeks. “W-What happened?!“

Silver opened his mouth to answer, but his voice became lost in his throat. By this time, Yuu’s other friends had noticed their disappearance and cautiously approached the Diasomnia students. Epel overcame his fear of the large Fae hugging his friend and spoke up. “Hey, where’s Sebek? Isn’t he glued to your hip or something?”

Silver glared at Epel, making him shrink away. Malleus let go and looked at the Pomfiore student with an apologetic face. “I am sorry, little one.”

Epel’s voice fell quiet and his eyes widened. “What?”

Yuu turned to their friends and saw the wave of realization hit them all at once. They wanted to curl up into a ball and cry and scream and wake up from this terrible dream, but all Yuu managed to do was look down at the ground. Their only comfort was the hand still on their shoulder.

~~~

“No... no, no, no no no no no...” Ace grabbed his forehead in disbelief.

“By the time I arrived on scene, both Sebek and the monster were already dead.” Silver crossed his arms and looked at his feet. Deuce cursed under his breath and kicked the ground.

“We’re still looking into how the demon could have been created and--”

“That’s not good enough!” Ace snapped at Silver. “You’ve got a killer out there and you’ve spent the first few hours looking at old books?!”

“Ace!” Jack looked appalled by his behaviour. Silver smiled weakly. “That’s what I said, too, but then I realized that we get no work done running on revenge as fuel.”

“You know, I’m getting tired of this philosophical bullshit.” Ace looked Malleus up and down. “You’re all powerful, get a tracking spell up and slap it on part of the monster’s magic that was left behind from the fight!”

Deuce punched him in the arm. “Please, just shut up!”

Malleus thought for a second. “You may be onto something....”

Ortho, who had stood in stunned silence the whole time, touched his chin. “Maybe you’re looking at the puzzle all wrong. When does anyone try to solve a maze puzzle by starting at the front? (Deuce, put your hand down, this isn’t the time) We find who made the demon and work our way backwards, like solving a riddle!”

“That’s how we deal with infestations at home. You find one bug and trace it back to the hive to eliminate them all.” Jack looked around.

Silver and Malleus stood there taken aback. They had spent every last possible minute until they needed to return to the campus pouring over books and contacting mages all over Twisted Wonderland and not one of them had thought of that.

The guard thought the idea over in his head and raised his eyebrows. “That would take several powerful users of magic to cast, but it could be done.”

Epel’s eyes perked up. “Well, we’ve got some of the most powerful wizards at this school, so let’s do it! For Sebek!”

Malleus let another tear roll down his cheek. Sebek had some truly amazing friends despite what the late guard would say about them. He chuckled, getting the attention of the first years. “Alright then, I’ll see what I can do.”

Jack scoffed. “Seriously? This isn’t all on you. C’mon guys, let’s see if we can find anything in the library! He wouldn’t want us to sit by and let Malleus-Senpai do all the work!”

“Yeah!” Deuce, Epel and Ortho agreed. Silver led the first years to the library with newfound energy, but Yuu and Ace hung back with Malleus.

The prefect looked between the young men. “You know, Sebek wouldn’t want anything but this. He’d be proud of their enthusiasm.”

Ace’s hands turned to tightly wrapped fists. “Yeah... it just hurts. A lot. He hasn’t even been gone a day and I already miss him.”

Malleus sighed. “That’s completely understandable. I suppose Faes don’t hold as much sentimental value over the death of our kin since we know we’ll see them again, but even so my heart aches with yours.”

Ace laughed, some tears spilling out of his eyes. “What did I just say about the philosophical crap?”

Malleus chuckled a bit. “I need to go to the headmaster’s office to inform him of the events of last night. Would you two care to join me?”

Ace and Yuu looked at one another. The prefect slipped their arm in the prince’s. “You need a new bodyguard anyways, so why not?”

The three left the mirror hall together, earning some shocked expressions from their classmates, but not really caring. Now wasn’t time for mourning over their lost friend, now was the time to take action and build each other up. Yuu was sure that the news of Sebek’s passing would be a shock to the student body, but deep down they knew that Sebek was still with them. Even if his spirit was in the stars.

After all, in the minds and hearts of others is the way a soul lives.

~~~

Cold...

I feel cold...

I can’t move...

I don’t remember anything...

What am I trying to remember?

His eyes opened in total darkness. He spun his head around frantically, trying to get a bearing of his surroundings, but discovered that he was simply floating in some sort of abyss.

“Well, you certainly slept like the dead.” A deep voice chuckled in his mind. His throat was dry and no sound came when he opened his mouth. Clammy hands seemed to take hold of his mind and hold his head still, looking forward at nothing.

“I’m surprised you lasted as long as you did, young man. It’s not every day someone of your age has the skills that you do.” The voice continued. “Seeing that you were not the original target, but still worth the effort we put into the operation, I’m sure we can make use of you here.”

“After all, service is in your nature. Isn’t it, Mr. Zigvolt?”

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nomattertheoceans · 5 years ago

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feysand + “i let you mooch off of my netflix and this is how you repay me?”

Sooooo you sent me this in October and here we are, mid April. Lmao this is so cheesy and corny and I literally didn’t edit it, but it was funny to write so hopefully you’ll like it!!

Feyre was pissed, to say the least.

She'd been working her way through this show for weeks now, anxious to finally get the answers to the questions that had been set up in the first episode. She only had two episodes left in season one, so she'd turned on Netflix after a long shift at work, to relax and enjoy the show.

Only to find out she was now apparently halfway through season two, an episode starting with an enormous spoiler that had ruined the end of season one for her.

And it was all his fault.

Her stupid upstairs neighbor Rhysand, and his stupid puppy eyes to which she could never say no to. She'd gladly agreed to share her Netflix account with him the week before, and now this?

Furious, she grabbed her keys and left her apartment, slamming the door behind her. She climbed the stairs to his floor and reached his door in seconds, banging on it loudly.

"Open up, Knight," she yelled louder than she normally would have, But she didn't really care. Her foot fidgeting, she waited until she heard noise coming from inside, someone walking to the door. Finally Rhys opened, and Feyre forgot to be mad for just a second.

He'd very clearly been asleep. His hair was a mess, he was yawning, and he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. It was the first time she saw him shirtless, and she took a moment to look at the intricate tattoos covering the brown skin of his muscled chest.

"Feyre? What are you doing here so late? Is something wrong?"

She tore her eyes away from his chest to look back up at him. And at the thought of her ruined evening, her anger came back in full. She crossed her arms on her chest and answered.

"Something is very wrong. You spoiled Stranger Things for me."

"What? No I didn't."

"You did. I come back exhausted from the restaurant, my only wish to relax in front of the tv, only to find out you're using my Netflix session to spoil me?"

"I didn't."

"You didn't watch it? Because you're literally the only person with access to my account. I let you mooch off of it and this is how you repay me?"

"No, I mean I did watch the show but on my session, Not yours."

"Well then how is it that it moved in mine?"

He stayed silent for an eternity, and lifted an arm to rub the back of his neck, making her once again forget to be mad at him for a second.

“I might have entered your session by mistake?”

“You think?!” She asked rhetorically, and sighed. “And are you planning on apologizing for ruining the only thing I was looking forward to do after I came home from my crappy job, or do you just not care?”

His eyes snapped back at her at the last words, and he took a step towards her. “I do care Feyre, and I’m really sorry.”

And he seemed to genuinely feel bad about it, biting his lower lip in guilt, his big blue eyes concerned, probably at what she was going to say next. She just shrugged.

“Well, nothing you can do now.” And in a whisper, she added: “Sorry to have bothered you. Good night.”

She didn’t leave him enough time to react before walking away back to her apartment.

***

She woke up in a daze the next morning, earlier than usual. It was barely eight in the morning, and yet here she was, in her pajama shorts and tank top, rubbing her eyes as she walked into her kitchen. Some noise had woken her, she remembered that much, but it was gone now, and she couldn’t quite place it. So she started on her coffee, too lazy to make herself anything to eat. It as when she took a seat at her table that she saw it.

A note sticking out from under her front door.

Setting down her mug of coffee, she got up and went to the door to pick it up.

I didn’t know if you prefered darkchocolate of berries, so I made both.Sorry again.Rhys

She stared at the note for a moment, before slowly opening her door, to find a small basket of muffins waiting for her.

Unable to stop her cheeks from blushing, she lifted the basket. Back inside, she tasted one of the ones with berries, grabbed her phone, and looked for his number. She rewrote her text many times before finally sending it.

Thanks for the muffins. We canwatch the rest of the showtogether if you want? Thatway there’s no risk of youspoiling me ;)

She regretted it the second it went out. It sounded so corny, and she didn’t want him to think she was coming on to him. Yes, they had flirted a couple of time, but did that mean he would even -

His answer came before she finished her thought.

I’m glad you did. And I’d be happyto watch it with you! Come over tonight?We can pick up where you left off.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she went to her bathroom, took a shower, brushed her teeth and combed her hair. Then she put on a comfortable dress, a pair of socks and shoes, before going back to her kitchen and grabbing the basket. Then she climbed the set of stairs to his apartment and knocked on the door.

He looked surprised when he opened the door and saw her standing there. He was dressed in a different pair of sweatpants, his hair still dripping from a shower, his chest as bare as it had been the night before.

“Feyre, I… Don’t you like the muffins?”

“I do!” She answered, maybe a little too enthusiastically than necessary. “I just thought maybe we could share them? Sunday is my day off.”

A large smile took over his beautiful face, and he answered: “Of course! Come in.”

As she followed him inside his apartment and took a seat on his couch, Feyre thought that maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing to go wake him up in the middle of the night.

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 4 years ago

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Put your wings on me...

For the lovely @fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 🤩🤩

Hope you’ll enjoy the story!

TW: Mentions of past abuse.

On the road to other adventures, Geralt, Dandelion, and (Y / N) took advantage of being alone during their journey to rest a little before facing new dangers.

(Y / N), their new adventure companion belonged to the fairy people. Her mastery of magic and pleasant character struck a perfect balance between the shadowy witcher and the talkative bard.

And the duo appreciates her company, especially Jaskier, who falls head over heels for her.

But what fascinated the young bard the most was the young woman's immense wings. Two wide ebony black wings that could obscure the sun when deployed.

One day, as they stopped near a forest for eating, (Y/N) extended her wings to be at ease. The same wings that amaze the bard since the first day he met the fae.

Geralt noticed that his friend can't take his eyes off of (Y/N), and he growled:

"Damn it, Jaskier! Stop staring at her like that!"

"Oh, leave me alone, Geralt! You can't understand the enchantment of her wings!"

"I certainly understand that it'll bring you into trouble... As always!"

The young man pretended not to hear and tempted, he extended a hand to the wings and gently touched the dark feathers. They were so soft and delicate as silk. Although he felt their strength and their might.

However, this sudden touch did not please (Y/N) who jumped out of her place, shrieking with fear:

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

Startled, Jaskier felt from his place, while Geralt stayed silent surprised by the sudden outburst.

Once she felt better, she turned a furious glance at Jaskier:

"Why did you touch my wings?"

"Well... Because..."

Jaskier was stammering: the most talkative musician of the country was unable to formulate a sentence. Probably because he never saw her angry like this.

Geralt sighed: he knew that it would happen. But Jaskier was so stubborn that he did not listen...

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was still enraged towards the bard. How dare he touch her wings? How did he think he was?

"No one ever touched my wings! NO ONE!"

"But (Y/N), I swear that I mean no harm..."

"That's not very helpful, Jaskier!"

"Please, Geralt, don't make it worse!"

The fae darted her eyes on the witcher.

"And you let him do it?!"

"I just wanted him to know what would happen if he dared!"

(Y/N) was surprised.

"Wait a minute... You did not tell him?"

"Tell me what?" asked the bard.

Geralt sighed before negatively shaking his head.

"Oh, no..." she groaned.

"Can somebody explain to me what's going on?" asked Jaskier, irritated.

Geralt started to explain:

"Well, as you're not familiar with the fairy people, I forgot to tell you that their wings are extremely sensitive!"

"Really?"

"You've seen it by yourself: she felt your fingers on the feathers, even if you barely graze them!"

"So... Was her reaction only based on self-defense? A natural response to potential danger?"

(Y/N) bit her lip, embarrassed.

"This is not the only explanation for my reaction, Jaskier."

"Oh?"

She breathed before explaining:

"A long time ago, before I met you, I was in love with a human. A man named Argen. We loved each other for years..."

She dryly smiled.

"I should say: I thought he loved me. But, one day, while I was sleeping, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I woke up, and I saw Argen with his knife in his hand..."

Jaskier saw all the pain she tried to contain as she pursued her story:

"It did not take me long to understand what he was doing. He tried to sever my wings..."

"Why he did that?" asked Geralt, visibly shocked.

"That's what I begged him to explain. He coldly told me that he wanted to be sure I would never leave him. Moreover, he heard that his king promised a reward for those who would bring him a part of a magical creature..."

"What a monster!" muttered Jaskier.

"What did you do?"

"I was so enraged... I deeply scratched his face and broke his limbs. After that, I flew away, and I swore to never come back nor see him again!"

(Y/N) wiped away the tears that start falling and concluded:

"It is the reason that I do not want anyone else to touch my wings. It always brings me back those frightening memories!"

"I understand now..." mumbled the witcher.

As for Jaskier, he stood silent a long time.

Ashamed, the fae said to him:

"I am sorry for yelling at you, Jaskier. I thought that..."

"Don't."

Geralt and (Y/N) were taken aback by the sudden answer.

"Don't what?"

The bard gazed firmly at her:

"Don't say you're sorry. I should be the one apologizing to you right now. I hurt you, and I'm remorseful. Furthermore, I acted poorly towards you. Even if your wings are as astonishing and beautiful as you, I should have asked you first if you allow me to touch them! So, I'm sorry if I acted as crudely as this despicable Argen. I hope you will forgive me!"

The fae faintly smiled: she knew enough Jaskier to understand that his intentions towards her were pure, and all of this was based on a misunderstanding.

"Don't worry, young bard. I already forgive you!"

"What a relief!" breathed Jaskier.

"You're lucky it ends well!" added Geralt.

"Geralt, why do you always kill the mood?"

The fae laughed at the bickering between the two friends. Then, she told the bard:

"Now that everything is clear... You can touch my wings!"

"That's very nice of you (Y/N), but I must decline. I don't want you to feel forced to do so. Maybe later, when you feel ready!"

"Alright, I'll wait. Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

A few days later.

In the tavern they settled down in for the night, Jaskier prepared himself to go to bed. As he opened the door, he realized his mistake as he saw (Y/N) brushing her hair.

"Oh, sorry! Wrong bedroom!"

"It's alright, you can come here..."

"Well, if you allow me..." muttered the bard as he closed the door behind him.

With a warm smile, the fae stretched her arms and opened her wings.

"Oh, dear Lord!" gasped Jaskier.

He wanted to reach them but stopped before. With a shy voice, he asked:

"Will you allow me to touch your wings?"

"Permission granted!"

Widely smiling, Jaskier started skimming the soft feathers. His touch was gentle, which relaxed the fae.

The bard pursued his touch until he felt a wing surrounding him in a welcoming gesture. Amazed, he looked back at (Y/N).

"You know, in my opinion, your wings are a gift from above!"

"Really?"

"Yes, because... When you hold me like this, I feel like an angel protects me!"

(Y/N) beamed with a slight blush on her cheeks.

"I'm glad to be your angel!"

"And I'm glad that the said angel put her wings on me. This is the sweetest proof of trust you ever give me!"

He held her hand.

"Thank you for giving me your faith!"

"Thank you for respecting my worries and giving time!"

The two stayed like this, enjoying the company of each other in this room lit by candles.

For this day, (Y/N) wasn't scared anymore that someone else brushed her wings as she savored the gentle caress of Jaskier on her ebony feathers. He was her savior, she was his guardian fae...

Thank you for reading!

I hope you enjoyed!

See you next time! 🥰😘😍

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peacockwinchester · 4 years ago

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Maleficent's Daughter!Author x Borra

Unrequested

I am Maleficent's daughter (half human, half dark fae). Just something a lil fluffy. I'm pretty sure I have requests turned on, but I have no idea how all this works...

~Author POV~

I sat on a balcony, high up on the castle. I was watching my people and Aurora's mingle after the wedding. The courtyard was lit with torches, and the moon was high in the sky. I breathed in the cool night air, happy to be up here away from everyone. I closed my eyes, feeling the breeze rustle my dark feathers and move my hair.

The sound of wings startled me. Borra flew up to sit next to me. I scooted to give him some room. He was silent for a minute.

"Caroline?" he asked, softly.

"Hm?" I looked over at him.

He looked a bit on edge. It was probably the aftermath of the battle. I was still a little anxious too. Borra gazed up at the stars.

"Would you like to take a short flight with me?" he asked. "The open air is just waiting for us..."

"I'd love to," I smiled.

We both got up, spreading our wings, and taking flight. Borra soared speechlessly next to me, his face split with a grin.

"The sky is more beautiful than I imagined," he breathed, "Does it ever get old?"

"No. I look up every night, and I'm amazed every time," I smiled.

"It makes you forget your worries..." Borra sighed.

"It does..." I replied.

"Not much for small talk?"

"No. It seems useless to me, though I suppose it's essential to politics."

"I feel the same. Warriors don't sit by and chatter about the weather, we have a job to do."

"And as with any job, a break can help improve performance."

"Are you suggesting I work too hard?"

"Only from what I've seen. And it isn't a terrible thing, to have ambitions. Just make sure to take time to slow down and look at the sky."

"I'm quite sure I didn't ask you to fly with me for a therapy session."

"Oh... I, um, apologize..."

"No. I was joking. I like that you feel that way."

"Then why did you ask me out here?"

"Can't a man soar with a friend on a clear evening?"

"Well, I suppose, but you must have had a reason."

"You have me there, Caroline. I did ask you for a reason."

"Then what is it?"

I took the lead as Borra gathered himself up to tell me his reason. We spiraled down to land on a secluded ledge on a mountain. It was a favorite spot for me.

"I asked you out here because I wanted to talk with you. Privately," Borra sat down next to me.

"Why is that?" I raised an eyebrow, fear climbing up my throat.

"I wanted to tell you that I feel very strongly for you."

"In what way?"

"I think it is love, though I admit I haven't had much experience with it... My clan doesn't prize love much. It doesn't suit a warrior."

"Love suits everyone."

"I suppose we can't continue our friendship now... I shouldn't have said anything..."

"Borra," I called his attention softly, feeling his name on my tongue. "I think I love you too..."

Borra looked confused and incredulous. I reached for one of his hands. His warm calloused fingers looped through my soft ones.

"You are unique, Borra. I love your smile, your heart... I've only known you a few days, but it's enough for me to know," I said.

"You are unique as well. Not only for your mother and father. But you have a soft heart in a tough world, you are perfect in every way. I hope I can continue to see you every day..." Borra blushed, smiling at me.

"I'll allow it," I joked.

Borra laughed, making my heart swell. I grinned, leaning against him. Borra tried to put an arm around me, but his arm wound stopped him. I gasped in concern.

"I'm fine," he waved me off.

"Absolutely not, Borra! You need to get that cleaned up!" I ordered.

"Caroline, I can handle it-"

"You shouldn't. Let me take the iron out and bandage it."

"Fine..."

I tore off a strip of my dress to use as a bandage and began examining the wound. It was fairly clean. I felt the bullet of iron, its touch burning me slightly. I hissed in pain, shaking my hand out.

"Caroline, don't hurt yourself! I can manage," he worried.

"No. I'm doing this. Stop complaining," I said.

I began carefully digging at the bullet. It hurt, and I tried to suck it up before Borra got even more worried. After a minute or two, I was able to dislodge it. It clinked to the floor, smearing some of Borra's blood on the stone. I quickly bound the wound, before it could bleed too much. My fingers were sore from the iron, and a little burnt too. Borra looked down at them, worry clouding his eyes.

"I shouldn't have let you do that..." he frowned.

"I'll-I'll be fine," I tried to steady my voice.

Borra gave me a look that clearly said he knee I was lying. He stood and kicked the iron bullet off the ledge. He looked at everything on the outcrop. It was full of books, pillows, and anything else I had ferreted away over the years. He smiled for a second.

"This is your place?" he asked.

"Sort of. I come here to be alone," I avoided eye contact.

"Thank you for taking me here. It's beautiful."

I blushed. Borra sat down a ways away on a pile of pillows, stretching his wings.

"Borra, I-" I began.

"Want to stay for the night?" he asked.

"What? My mother would tear me limb from limb!" I cried.

"I highly doubt that. Come on, we can't possibly go back now!" Borra grinned mischievously.

"Well, maybe, but not all night, alright?"

"Any extra time with you is enough for me."

"I didn't peg you as romantic."

"Most people don't."

Borra gestured for me to sit with him. I obliged, curling up against him. He carefully wrapped me in his wing. I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes. I knee Borra was smiling, but I was too tired to ask why. I felt myself slipping into sleep.

I woke up to the sun on my face. I was warm, and I felt someone breathing next to me. I stretched my arms, looking over at the person. It was Borra, and he was sleeping like a log. His wings and arms were wrapped loosely around me. I smiled at his peaceful expression. Borra moved a bit, pulling me closer.

Suddenly, I remembered where I was. I began panicking. My mother was going to kill me, I was going to die today and I would never get to wake up next to Borra again. I shook Borra. He startled awake, immediately focused.

"What's wrong?" he frowned.

"We slept all night, Borra, my mother's going to kill us!" I cried.

"Caroline, calm down, ok. I'm sure we can explain this. Come. We shouldn't keep her waiting," he pulled me up, dragging me with him into the sky.

I only began to panic more as we flew. I was a wreck by the time we reached the palace. Borra put his hands on my shoulders.

"Caroline, look at me," he commanded softly. "If your mother tries anything, she'll have to go through me. And I'm much more a warrior than her."

"I know, but-"

"Caroline, it was one small mistake. She wouldn't kill her daughter over that."

I nodded, calming down a bit. He smiled at me. I gave him a small, quick smile. As we stood there, General Percival walked by, giving us a nod of recognition. I was surprised that he didn't notice that we'd been out all night. Borra ignored him and nusged me towards the door. I was still anxious, and I grabbed his hand for assurance, ignoring the pain in my hands.

My mother, Aurora, and Phillip were in the throne room, all looking worried. When we walked in they looked up. Aurora and Phillip let out sighs of relief. My mother immediately turned angry.

"Caroline Norah, where in the world have you been?!" she cried. "I didn't see you at all last night, and you didn't return this morning! What has gotten into you?!"

"Mama, please, I'm sorry! I took Borra to my favorite place to get away from the party, and we fell asleep and I forgot and I'm sorry!" I rambled.

"We?" Mama raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yes, I-" I was cut off by Borra.

"I have heard that the humans have a custom, where a man courts a woman to win her hand in marriage," he said.

"What are you saying?" Aurora asked.

"I'm saying I would like to court Caroline, if you'll allow it."

Everyone stared at him. I hadn't expected him to try to use human customs, but I was definitely fine with it. I had a feelibg he would court me anyway, even without my family's approval. My mother looked at him angrily.

"Is this something you want?" she asked me, her stare boring into my soul.

"I-more than anything, Mama," I nodded.

"Fine. But anything happens, you're through," she stared Borra down next.

Aurora grinned ear to ear. Borra looked surprised he hadn't needed to prove himself. I grinned to match my sister. Mama rolled her eyes and walked outside, pushing us aside hastily. I looked at Borra. A smile grew on his lips. He scooped me up and spun me around.

"What the-Borra!" I squealed in surprise.

"Sorry, I'm sorry! I'm just so happy!" Borra put me baxk on the floor.

"No, you just caught me by surprise, is all," I smiled.

He happily planted a kiss on my lips, before backing away, blushing profusely. I flushed too. I hadn't expected it, but I hadn't minded it. It felt nice, even though I'd never kissed anyone. Aurora giggled.

"You two are so made for each other!" she laughed at our beet red faces.

"That's what I said," Borra recovered a bit.

"Well, you're right!" my sister bounced over to us. "We better expect a summer wedding."

"A wh-Aurora!" I cried.

"That doesn't sound so terrible..." Borra grinned in my direction.

"Well, I-I mean... It wouldn't... I mean, if you want..." I blushed.

Borra fist-pumped in victory. He grabbed my hand and pulled me outside for another adventure.

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thetravelerwrites · 5 years ago

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The Swamp Singer (Frog Fae)

A 2000 word commission for @envy-kitty, the second place prize for the 2000 follower giveaway! A young herbalist hears singing from the swamp near her home, where she often gathers ingredients for her remedies, and decided to befriend the singer. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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Though I am a frog, And I live in a bog, I lament that I’m alone.

I sing and I sing, Hoping it might bring A friend to call my own.

You heard this song every evening. The voice was a coarse and croaky baritone, but strangely not unpleasant, and you wondered if it really was a frog singing its sad song.

You didn’t live in the swamp, but you were close. You were an herbalist and owned the apothecary of the nearby village, and a lot of your stock came from the swamp, so you were in and out of that place rather often.

It had been you, at first, to sing. As you were gathering ingredients for a tincture, you were humming an old lullaby to yourself as you gathered, not noticing at first that there was a second voice harmonizing with you. Just the knowledge that you weren’t alone was enough to startle you, and in what was considerably not your finest moment, you shrieked and dropped all of your things, running back toward your cottage as fast as your feet could carry you.

Though, the next morning, you found your basket, gloves, and ingredients sitting on your front doorstep, plus all the items on your list you’d yet to gather when you made your wild flight from the swamp. There was also a a small bundle of flowers tied neatly with flaxen fibers. You picked them up carefully and sniffed the sweet scent.

Perhaps you’d been too hasty the day before. There was no law against strolling in the swamp the same day as someone else, or joining someone in song. That evening was the first time you heard the sad refrain and felt a little guilty. Perhaps… perhaps being friends wasn’t out of the question. At the very least, you should apologize for being so abrupt and rude in your exit.

You made your medicines and tinctures, salves and poultices, stocking your store with the newly made remedies. You were good at what you did, thanks to your family’s tutelage, and within days you were sold out again, which meant another trek into the swamp. You tried to put it off as long as you could, a little out of fear and a little out of shame, but your stockroom was nearly empty by this point and it couldn’t be delayed any longer. Gathering your courage, you lists, and your basket, you headed out.

This time, you heard the humming first, but it was soft and far away, far enough away that you didn’t react as rashly as you had a few days before. The song was unfamiliar to you but pretty, in a strange way. During the bridge, you decided to speak up.

“Stranger,” You called, not shouting but loudly enough to be heard. “Why do you spend your time singing in the swamp?”

“Why don’t you sing along with me?” The voice responded shyly.

Despite yourself, you had to smile. “I would, Stranger, but I’m afraid I don’t know that song.”

It didn’t speak again while you continued your picking and collecting, though you did catch a soft hum a few times. When you had finished your work in the bog, you said “goodbye” to the distance as you left. A returning croak answered you.

If you were to be honest, you actually felt much safer in the swamp afterward, especially when you heard his rough humming nearby. There were aggressive or carnivorous animals in the swamp, and working alone could be dangerous.

In fact, there was a time or two that you heard a distant angry creature, to be silenced a moment later to be followed by a friendly croaking, reassuring you that all was safe, and you would smile.

You only needed to go into the swamp once a week, and you heard their humming every time, though sometimes it would sing out lyrics to the songs you heard.

“Why do you always sing, my friend?” You asked again.

“In hopes that you would sing along with me,” The voice responded.

You laughed. “I would, friend, but I don’t know that song.”

“I can teach you, if you like,” The voice ventured carefully.

“I would like that,” You replied. “But I only come out to the swamp every so often.”

“And I will be here when you do,” They said. “I will always be here to sing for you.”

“And it will be my pleasure to listen,” You replied as you made your way home.

You began to notice patterns. Certain songs would bring about gentle rains, and others would pull up mist around the bog. Others still would part the clouds and clear the swamp, making it perfect for picking. You even realized at one point that, unless there was a dire need for rain, the cycle of the weather seemed to be centered around your schedule for collecting ingredients. In fact, it always had. You wondered how long they had lived in the swamp, and if they were alone. If so, how long had they been alone?

After more than a month, you realized you’d yet to learn your swamp friend’s name. So, one day, you went out with a picnic and sat on the small pier that was over the water that sometimes you’d fish off of, and called out, “Are you there, friend?”

They answered immediately. “I am always here.”

“It occurs to me that we’ve been talking all this time, but I don’t know much about you,” You said. “What’s your name, if you please?”

“Lilyfoot,” the voice replied. “What is yours.”

You told them. “Are you a boy or a girl?”

“A boy. I think,” He said.

“You think?”

“Well, our kind don’t think in those terms, really.”

“Your kind?”

“Fae creatures.”

Fae? You sat up sharply, beginning to feel a little nervous. “You don’t plan to spirit me away to the Otherworld, do you?”

You heard a gentle laugh. “Goodness no. It’s terribly boring there. I like it better here. With you.”

You flushed a little. “Why don’t you ever show yourself?”

There was a small silence. “…I’m not as pretty as you.”

“I don’t mind that,” You replied.

“I do,” Lilyfoot said. “I do not wish to frighten you.”

“You wouldn’t frighten me,” You assured him.

“You don’t know that,” He said mournfully. “I scared you by singing. I didn’t mean to, I just liked your song.”

“Oh, yes, I’m sorry about that. You just startled me, is all. I’ve been coming into the swamp for years now and I never heard another person. How long have you lived here?”

“Not long,” They admitted. “I was ousted from my old home by a naga, so I came here. There were no hostile entities to eject me, but it was when I heard singing that I decided to stay. It was so nice to hear.”

“You stayed because of me?” You asked, surprised.

“You have a lovely voice. Mine is not so nice, but I liked singing with you.”

“Your voice is… unique,” You said.

You heard the gentle laugh again. “That’s a kind way of saying I sound like a sick goat baying for food.”

“Not at all!” You said. “Your voice is different, but it’s not bad. In fact, I think we sound very good together.”

“Do you?” He said, his voice brightening.

“I do,” You affirmed.

“I’m glad I stayed here,” Lilyfoot said, his form ever hidden in the mist of the swamp. “It’s nice to have a friend.”

“I agree,” You said, throwing an apple in the direction of the voice. You heard it impact with something wet, and then a crunching sound. “Since I took over for my parents, I’ve been too busy to have many friends. They’re all getting married and having babies and don’t really understand why I’d rather work with toadstools and moss.”

“You do so much good, though,” Lilyfoot said around a mouthful of apple. “Your tinctures and salves help people. That’s a wonderful way to spend a life.”

“Thank you! I think so, too,” You replied.

As time passed, you felt comfortable delving deeper into the swamp, deeper than you’d ever gone before, reassured by Lilyfoot’s presence. He talked and sang, keeping you company, though he still refused to show himself, always maintaining a distance that obscured himself.

He’d teach you little bits of songs he knew, and you’d teach him songs you knew, and before long, the two of you were singing together as if it were second nature.

Perhaps you got complacent. Perhaps his presence had blinded you to the dangers of the swamp, because when the alligator flashed around and caught your leg in it’s jaws, you were taken completely by surprise.

You screamed in pain and terror, and from your left side, you heard a deafening roar as a large green blur streaked past you, slamming into the alligator with the solid weight of it’s body. The green blue coalesced into a long, skinny green man with a largish head and long dragonfly wings on his back. Wearing little more than a loincloth, he began fighting with the alligator, pressing his large thumbs into the alligator’s eyes. The alligator let go immediately with a angry growl and slapped the water with its tail as it shook its head and swam off.

You were crying from the pain, but tried to check the wounds on your leg as best as you could in the low light. There were at least seven puncture wounds that were bleeding freely. You needed to get back to the shop and get some witch’s hazel on it before an infection set in.

“I’m so sorry!” Lilyfoot said, crouching with his back to you, so you couldn’t see his face. “I’m so sorry! Please forgive me! I was so focused on singing that I forgot to listen for threats! I’m sorry!”

“Lilyfoot!” You shouted over his profuse apologizing, putting a hand on his shoulder. He was wet, but not slimy. “Please. Look at me.”

“I can’t,” He said, putting his webbed hands over his face.

“I need your help getting home,” You said softly. “I can’t walk on my own with these injuries. Please, will you help me?”

He sighed and pulled his hands away from his face, but he didn’t turn around. “You promise you won’t be afraid?” His wings were folded, but they shuddered now and then anxiously.

“I promise, Lilyfoot. You’re my friend. I couldn’t never be frightened of you. You surely can’t be as frightening as an alligator.”

He huffed a laugh and, while still crouched, slowly turned around.

His belly was white, but his face was the same color as the rest of his body, sort of a lime green. He was bald and had no earlobes. His eyes were large and his mouth was wide. He did look much like a frog that had taken on human form, though the wings definitely gave away his fae heritage.

“There now,” You said with a smile. “Nothing to be afraid of.”

He ducked his head and his lips stretched in a wide, wide smile. “I shouldn’t have been so suspicious. You’re a true friend. I should have known you’d never have hated me.”

“Never,” You agreed. “Can you help me get home?”

He nodded and picked you up effortlessly. “Of course.”

“Will you sing to me?”

He chuckled as he walked you back to your cottage. “Only if you’ll sing along with me.”

“Of course,” You replied, putting an arm around his neck and snugging into his chest. “We always sound the best when we sing together.”

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lady-snavely · 4 years ago

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Sands of Time: Part One

Chance Encounters

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Fem!OC

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing, mutual pining, all the fluff

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In the innocent years of childhood, Jade first met him. It wasn't a long meeting, only an hour or two, in fact. She had been playing on her own in a nearby forest when she felt the desire to wander. Her wings glittered as she hopped from sun pocket to sun pocket. Her laughter, loud and jovial, filled her ears until the sounds of a boy crying had caught her attention and she quieted. It was the curiosity of a child that sent her straying that much further from her family home.

Not too far from where she'd been playing, Jade found the boy. From what she could tell he had tripped and skinned his knee. She watched him curiously from behind a tree for a few heartbeats before that curiosity pulled her further. Her father's warning of Humans was the farthest thing from her mind as she approached the boy.

The boy had dried his tears quickly when he first saw her before staring, mouth agape. "Are you real?" He'd managed to whisper, awestruck.

A smile danced on her lips and her nose crinkled when she giggled. "Are you?" Jade had countered easily.

The boy frowned and stood, his injured knee forgotten as his own curiosity blossomed. "But you have wings and your ears are pointy and you're flying!"

It was then that her father's warning of Humans rushed back to her. But he was little and, according to Jade's oldest sister, Human children made up all sorts of stories that their parents brushed off as make believe. "Wanna see a magick trick?" Jade asked in reply, settling her bare feet gently in the grass. The boy nodded his head eagerly. "Close your eyes and count to ten," she instructed.

When he did she concentrated. It wasn't a painful transformation, only slightly uncomfortable as her Faerie wings shrank back into her shoulder blades and she grew an inch or two in height. Her ears rounded out and became more proportional. Jade's transformation to her Humanoid form completed just as a resounding "TEN!" echoed around her.

"How did you do that!" The boy hurried around Jade in wonder. He poked at her back and picked at her hair trying and failing to find where everything was hidden. "Where did they go?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you." Human's most commonly greet with a handshake, her mother had told her once so she stuck her hand out. "Call me Jade. Like the stone."

The boy took Jade's hand with only slight hesitation. "Kuroo Tetsuro but my friends just call me Tetsu-chan."

"Tetsu-chan." Jade smiled. She wasn't sure what to think, what with his name sounding like honey in her ears and her heart leaping like wildfire in her chest.

For being children they were surprisingly content with sitting in the woods and talking. Sure they played some too but they mostly talked. Jade told Tetsu-chan all sorts of stuff about her people that he believed were just stories but were real. She told him about the time her oldest sister, Nyra, tried to run away with a wood nymph only to be brought back after a couple of days by the nymph's mother. She told him about the time when she was littler when her parents first found out she possessed the ability to wield weather magick like her mother. Tetsu-chan had clung to every word, mesmerized by the idea of Fae and what they could do.

When Tetsuro's father burst through the trees Jade had been so frightened that her concentration faltered and she shifted back to her Fae form. Instinct alone had her fleeing.

"Tetsuro, you were supposed to be fetching water." The voice boomed through the trees, anger and disappointment evident by the man's stance alone.

"I made a new friend, Papa! She's – " Tetsuro's smile disappeared when he didn't see her "-Jade?"

Almost half a mile away Jade was alighting on solid ground again. Her ears, once again pointy, twitched at the sound of her name, still heard clearly despite the distance. How badly she wanted to go back to him; to at least say goodbye to Tetsu-chan; to see his smile once more. Her chest ached in unfamiliar longing.

Jade's father had not taken her meeting with the Human boy well. The Human always pays the price he had explained when he had come back home with blood on his hands.

It would be the first time Jade cried over the loss of Human life.

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Half a century passed before they crossed paths again. Still considered a preteen by Faerie folk, Jade had yet to leave her family. She was doing the washing in the stream not too far from their new home when she heard a brother and sister approaching on the opposite bank. Her transformation from Fae to Humanoid form took but a few seconds.

Though they were loud as they jumped into the stream she thought little of them as she hung the washing to dry. It wasn't the first time someone had come along to swim in the stream, it wasn't horribly deep and it was partially shaded to boot. The pair ignored her as she planted herself under a tree to read and wait for the sun to work its magick.

"Tetsuro, leave her alone!" A scolding voice disrupted Jade's reading some time later.

Tetsuro. Now, that was a name she hadn't heard in quite a long time. Curiously, she peered around the trunk of the tree. Though he was trying to hide in the brambles nearby Jade spotted him quickly. "Hello, Tetsu-chan," she greeted with a wave.

He stood to his full height, approaching Jade with a frown. "Do we know each other?" He wondered.

"Oh, forgive me, I overheard your sister, I presume-" Jade gestured to the girl still in the stream "-call for you just a moment ago. I'm Jade."

"Like the gem." Tetsuro smiled.

Jade masked her shock with a laugh. "Like the gem," she repeated. The smile and remark were just the same as they had been then too.

"Your washing is going to take a while to dry, why don't you join us?" Tetsuro suggested.

"Thank you but I just started a new book." She held her book up for emphasis, grimacing in apology.

Tetsuro sat against the tree just out of eyesight. "I don't know how to read," he admitted quietly, embarrassed.

"Maybe I could teach you." The suggestion was out of her mouth before intuition told her to stay quiet.

"Is it a good story?"

Jade grinned down at the pages she'd reread a handful of times now. "I think it is," she decided to say.

Tetsuro inched closer, his shoulder brushing Jade's as he peered at the book in her lap. "Just looks like a bunch of scribbles."

Jade ran an affectionate hand over the open page before nodding. "In a way they are but they have meaning and put together the way they are they make up the story." She glanced sidelong at him. "Would you like me to read it to you?"

After some time Jade stopped reading to check on the washing. Tetsuro was disappointed when she told him she would be heading home now that it was done. However he had gone back to swim with the promise to come back in a few days. Though his presence had shook her, somewhere in Jade's heart she was thrilled at seeing him again. Unfortunately she didn't see him again while they lived in that cottage and so said nothing to her parents of her run in with the strangely familiar boy.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When she heard the name again, it was from a weeping mother cradling a small bundle in her arms. The plague that had swept through the country had taken him as an infant.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Centuries passed, yet with the passing of time she never forgot about the boy with the scraped knee, the boy by the stream and the baby taken too soon. How could she when that longing she first felt when she ran from his father all those years ago was ever present when he wasn't.

In the new life she created for herself, she was a healer in the castle of the king. He was a tyrannical man, feared by his people and family alike. The queen stood in stark contrast to her husband. Loved by anyone she came in contact with and Jade was no exception. Queen Hana was polite and remembered names; remembered the little things. She often visited Jade, turning to her for comfort both as healer and friend.

On one such occasion, she had entered Jade's chambers in tears. She was with child. At first Jade had been elated by the news until the queen was pleading for something, anything that would take care of the baby.

Normally Jade didn't bat an eye when someone came to her requesting the simple solution. Yet for some reason there was a desperation, not unlike the queen's, that drove her to argue the logic. They deliberated for the better part of an hour before the queen had used her status to demand what she desired.

Jade had stood and gone to her supply shelves in silent reluctance. In the back corner of one of the shelves, hidden among healing plants and medicines, was the concoction she took in her hands.

"Remember, just two drops in your goblet each night for a week should you decide it's truly what you want." Jade passed the queen the jar with a pained smile. "If not, you saw where the jar goes. I won't say a word either way."

In the end the queen had given birth to a boy. Her fear of how her husband would have the child raised had brought her back to Jade's chambers just a few weeks after the birth.

"I've made a terrible mistake," the queen hunched over her sleeping child. Tears spilled from her eyes. "I should've used the medicine you gave me."

As much as it pained her, Jade moved silently to her shelves just as she had all those months ago. "It should only take a drop or two on your finger and letting him suckle it to help put him to sleep." When the queen frowned Jade nodded and placed the jar in her friends hand, squeezing just enough to let Hana know she was with her before whispering, "It will be painless, like falling into a deep sleep."

The queen was quiet for a few heartbeats before nodding. "You never asked about his name, you know."

It was Jade's turn to frown. The hair on the back of her neck rose with the sudden slice of worry that coursed in her veins. "Why would I ask about the prince's name? Is he not named after his father?"

"He doesn't have my husband's name." The queen smiled triumphantly though tears still glistened in her eyes. "Not officially anyway. He carries my family name and we named him after my grandfather."

Head swimming with questions Jade had fled the castle that night. She knew the queen's lineage but needed answers all the same. How and why was this Human coming into her life for moments and days at a time? Why did the death of a Human make her chest ache so?

The news swept the kingdom, reaching her two days later. Prince Tetsuro was dead.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A millennia of research yielded no definitive answers for Jade but there was no denying Kuroo Tetsuro was in a reincarnation cycle. In most instances it was a quarter century or so before he was brought back to the world. Sometimes it was longer than that before he and Jade crossed paths again. Even fewer instances allowed them more than a day or two of interaction.

In every case he was Human. In every case but the first Jade hid the truest parts of herself. She beat around the bush about her family and where she was from. She was sure that, one of these times, he would remember something, anything, from his past lives. There was no telling what would happen if he did or what he would remember.

Nyra didn't understand the infatuation surrounding the Human boy or the sudden interest in reincarnation. She'd made herself clear on that after Jade had reluctantly come to the family home after one of the longer stretches she'd had with Kuroo.

She was glad when they ran into each other again that she still passed for being in her early twenties. He'd courted her and after some time asked for her hand. The ceremony had been small and intimate. Then, after spending his early twenties with her by his side he had gone to war only to come back in a box. As much as the loss had hurt, Jade hadn't been surprised. It was the only reason she'd insisted she hadn't wanted kids.

Still she had spent the better part of three days holed up in the local library, a building standing four stories tall and spanning almost half a city block, waist deep in books. Nyra had been tasked with dragging her sleep deprived sister back to the family home where she laid into her about how reckless she was being over some stupid Human.

They didn't speak to each other for the better part of a century.

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cinaja · 5 years ago

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Before the Wall part 11

An acotar fanfic on the time of the War. For summary and the entire fic, click here

Disclaimer: The world and the characters of acotar belong to sarah j maas

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Miryam tugs at the sleeve of her dress, frowning. I's not quite long enough. At least it covers the brand on her left forearm, but the scars on her wrists are painfully visible.

The opening of her tent flaps and Miryam looks up, expecting to see Jurian. Instead, Helion enters.

"Oh, don't look so disappointed", the male drawls, "I might get the feeling you don't like me."

"You'll find that few people take kindly to being called a witch."

Helion has been hounding her these past days, ever since the incident with the wards. Trying to get answers out of her. So far, Miryam has managed to avoid him.

Helion just huffs a laugh and points towards Kiel. The falcon's wing is almost healed, it puffs his feathers and clicks its beak at Helion. "It's not like you're trying hard to hide it."

Miryam glares at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She tries to shove past him, but, quick as lightning, Helion grabs her arm. "I'm not your enemy", he says softly. Miryam can see his magic moving through the air. Her sleeves begin to grow, covering her wrist. "I don't know why you think I am."

Before Miryam can reply, Helion lets go of her arm and takes a step back. A second later, Jurian and Mor enter the tent. Jurian frowns at Helion, Mor winks at her.

Both of them are dressed in their finery for the meeting, Jurian in light leather armour and Mor in a red silk dress that is far more revealing than anything Miryam could ever wear without breaking down.

"Everyone ready?", Helion asks, "Then let's go."

Hesitantly, Miryam takes his arm. This time, she pays close attention to the way the strings move around him, trying to figure out what they mean. But he winnows far too quickly for her to make sense of the glowing lines. They land in the garden once again. Miryam steps away from Helion and closer to Jurian.

"Everything fine?", he whispers into her ear.

Miryam nods and gratefully takes the arm he offers her. She tries to pretend she doesn't notice the encouraging look Mor shoots her.

Then, Andromache rushes down the palace steps towards them. She pauses for a moment to smile at Mor. "How's training going?"

"Oh, fine", Mor replies. Miryam wonders if she imagines the colour staining her cheeks.

Andromache smiles. "Maybe one day, we can train together." Then, she turns to Miryam. "Come on, the meeting starts in an hour and there's so much to discuss."

The queen falls into step next to her. "I missed you during the meetings, it's so much harder without you here. You're the only one who can really deal with the Fae."

Miryam wrinkles her nose. When did she become the expert for Fae? Oh, right. When she thought it was a smart move to announce that she was the one who knew them best.

"What's going on?", she asks.

"Is Nakia still being a pain?", Jurian cuts in

"She isn't a bad person, you know? Just hard." Andromache sighs. "And yes, a real pain sometimes. Most times. Anyways, most days, this council argues three quarters of the time. We can't seem to agree on anything."

Miryam stifles a groan. "Any good news?"

"You're the only one both us and the Fae seem to respect, so that's good." Andromache grins. "And we now control the Callian Pass."

"What?", Jurian asks, "You're serious?"

"What's the Callian Pass?", Miryam asks.

Jurian says, "It's one of the only ways through the mountains. An incredibly important strategic location. Who got it?"

"Erithia", Andromache says and Miryam freezes, "It's funny, really. We kept sending out messages to them and they kept refusing. And then, they take the Callian Pass from Rask and send a message the same night, telling us they'd like to join." She shakes her head. "Did you know that their Prince was engaged to-"

"So Prince Drakon will be at the meeting today?", Miryam asks, before Andromache can say that cursed name.

She wonders if the Prince will recognise her. Probably not. Chances are he already forgot about the slave girl she helped escape. Maybe it would be for the best. But somehow, Miryam knows she'll still try to thank him, no matter what.

"No", Andromache says, "He sent an emissary. I heard politics isn't his strong suit."

"Oh, that certainly is true", a new voice says from behind and the Grand Duke of Sangravah steps next to Miryam. He bows to the waist. "Lady Miryam. A pleasure to meet you again."

"The pleasure is mine", Miryam replies and returns the gesture, "How do you know the Prince?"

"Knowing is too big a word", the Grand Duke replies, "We met a few times, but I mostly just heard of him and read his texts. I'm quite fond of some of his ideas."

Miryam wants to ask another question, but the Grand Duke already turns to Mor. "So you're the one from the Night Court?", he asks.

"Yes, Your Grace." Mor inclines her head (not deep enough by far).

"Prythian, hm?", he says, "I always felt you guys take yourself quite seriously for such a little spot on the map."

Helion and Mor exchange a look.

"Let's go to the meeting room", Miryam says before one of them can start an argument and walks ahead.c

The meeting room is different from the one Miryam remembers. Mostly, the table is bigger and there are more people sitting around.

"You ruined my fun", Jurian whispers into her ear, "I would have loved to see that fight."

"Sorry. But I would have hated to pick up the pieces afterwards."

Jurian rolls his eyes and kicks a Fae soldier out of his usual chair. The male lets out a growl and Miryam offers him an apologizing smile, making him calm down a little.

She leans on the back of Jurian's chair. "Can you manage the hour until the meeting starts without getting into a fight?", she teases.

"Sure." Jurian smiles up at her. "Since I have no interest of meddling with the Fae, I'm staying right where I am."

Miryam doesn't have the same luxury. But fortunately, she likes several of the Fae in this room. During her time as an emissary, she met most of these royals and some of them were alright (cutthroat, with words like knives, but not bad people)

Still, it's weird to have these conversations. One moment, Miryam's perfectly at ease, sometimes she even enjoys herself - the next second, it takes all of her self control to keep smiling and not break down.

She manages to get a grip of Mor for a moment and make sure she's doing fine. It's the female's first time in foreign politics, but the High Lord excused himself, so Mor had to step in. As far as Miryam can tell, she is doing well (messing up the rules of Continental politics so badly that Miryam has to suppress a wince whenever she says something, but since she's from Prythian, no one minds). Either way, Miryam has only exchanged a few words with her when another Fae royal wants to talk to her.

Eventually, she ends up in her seat next to Jurian and the meeting begins.

The first one to speak is a white-winged Fae male who serves as emissary to their newest member. He gives a brief summary about what happened in the Callian Pass and officially informs them that Erithia would like to join the Alliance.

"And your Prince couldn't be bothered to come himself?", one of the present royals asks.

Another one laughs. "He was probably scared to mess up again after that incident with Queen Ravenia."

A few people chuckle. Miryam honestly wonders why Prince Drakon sent an emissary. He may be bad at Continental politics, but surely he must see that staying away only makes things worse.

The Seraphim emissary bristles. "Prince Drakon is understandably busy with his army. He sends his regards."

A Fae female smirks. "Or he thinks he won't be able to resist all these pretty mortals on the council. After all, I heard a rumour that he broke his engagement with Ravenia over one of her slaves."

"And I heard", Miryam says lightly, "that spreading rumours about your allies is frowned upon in polite society. At least it's not a very nice way to thank them for winning us an important strategic location."

"Thank you, My Lady", the emissary says and inclines his head

Miryam smiles at the male. "I apologize for the incident. Do tell your Prince that we are grateful for the assistance."

To her surprise, there are no more teasing comments after that. Does she truly have such power over these centuries-old royals?

The vote on accepting Erithia's wish to join the alliance is pure formality. For all their cruel jokes, no one is about to reject an ally this powerful.

After that, the floor is given to a female from one of the countries south of the Black Land. "I'm afraid I don't have good news", she says, "We lost 1500 soldiers yesterday."

Jurian frowns. "What happened?", he asks.

"The Black Land tried to invade, we sent an army to meet theirs. At first, we were holding our own, but then, something changed. I still don't know what exactly happened, but suddenly, our magic stopped working." She shakes her head. "Our soldiers were slaughtered. Less than two hundred made it out alive."

"What do you mean", the Grand Duke of Sangravah asks, "your magic stopped working?"

The female shrugs, looking a bit helpless. There are shadows under her eyes. "It just vanished. High Witcher Artax was at the battle, I assume that he cast a spell."

It's all Miryam can do not to flinch at the male's mention. She takes a deep breath and slips on a mask of neutral interest. She keeps a tight grip on her emotions, refusing to let the sheer terror that's flooding her at the memories appear in her scent.

Helion is watching her closely from the other side of the table. She wonders if he thinks she could have stopped it, if he truly believes she could have gone up against Artax and saved these soldiers.

Queen Nakia shakes her head. "You mean to tell me that one witcher could do this to an entire army?"

Helion snorts without taking his eyes off Miryam. "They could do worse. Artax, especially."

Andromache asks, "Can't we get some of them on our side?"

"The witcher's Guild isn't exactly known to care for mortals", Helion says, "And joining our side would mean giving up on the Sacrifices, which isn't likely. Especially with Artax as the High Witcher."

Miryam wishes she could vanish. Her power is whispering inside her and the fact that this room is full of powerful Fae, all of whom make no effort to dampen their power, isn't helpul at all.

"So", Jurian says (and Miryam doesn't want to hear what he has to say, but she can't stop him), "Nothing we can do about this. Unless someone knows a way to kill all these witches."

A few people laugh. Miryam doesn't.

Fortunately, the conversation turns away from the Guild after that. Instead, they argue endlessly about everything from chains of command to strategies. Miryam doesn't feel like she's entirely there. Even as she navigates the conversation, wielding words like knives, working together with Andromache and the Grand Duke, her thoughts keep drifting back to those dead soldiers.

And finally, the meeting is over. She is so very tired.

Helion winnows all of them back to the camp. Miryam brushes off Jurian's worried question if she's fine and hurries off to her tent.

----

Rhys is having a horrible week.

The flight from Prythian to the Continent with his soldiers was already difficult. It took two days to get to where they were supposed to be and during that time, he had to get through a total of fifteen dominance battles with the Illyrians.

By the time they reach their designated camp, Rhys is done. He's about one insult away from snapping.

This straw is an Illyrian male who somehow thinks it's a good idea to insult a bunch of mortal soldiers and then get into a fight with them. Fortunately, Rhys arrives before someone ends up dead. His power slams through the male's shield and Rhys grabs him by the wing. The male whimpers as he drags him off.

The mortals, however, don't look scared, even though they quite obviously lost the fight. If anything, they seem angry.

"Sorry about that", Rhys calls out to them as he drags the male towards their camp, "That one isn't trained yet."

He doesn't let go of the male's wing until they have reached the Illyrian camp that's still being constructed next to the main one. A part of him wants to shrink back from the cruelty, but these Illyrians understand nothing but brutality.

All around them, Illyrian soldiers stop their work to watch. Rhys drags the male to the centre of the camp.

"Stay away from the mortals", he snaps, loudly enough that everyone can hear him.

He releases the hold on his power enough to let the Illyrians around him feel it in the air. Turns around slowly to hold all of their gazes.

Then, he lets go of the male's wing and stalks off.

Even after his declaration, he spends the day breaking up fights and dealing out punishments (ordering the beatings makes a part of him shrink back each time, but it's all the Illyrians know. Anything less and they won't take him seriously). To make matters worse, after a few hours, the mortals are fed up with the Illyrians' attitude and are tired of being pushed around and start fighting back.

By the time everything is finally settled, Rhys is done. Done with acting so cold and cruel, done with the Illyrians sneering at him. He just wants to go home, back to his family. Or at least, he wants a moment of peace in his tent.

But when he enters the commander's tent, he hears voices. Inside, he finds the Ironcrest Lord, Marek, and a male he never met, though his dark skin makes it seem likely that he's from the Continent.

"What's going on?", Rhys asks sharply.

The male arches an eyebrow at him. "I'm having a meeting with the commander."

"I'm the commander", Rhys says, a growl escaping his throat. He jerks his chin at Marek. "Out. I'll deal with you later."

The male looks inclined to object and Rhys lets his power rumble through the air. Malek bares his teeth, but is smart enough to do as Rhys says.

"As I was just telling that other one: Your soldiers", the strange male hisses, "are a menace. Since you arrived, there were 36 fights. More than in the last two months in total."

Rhys winces. "I apologize for their behaviour. I gave them orders to stay away from the mortals."

"Well, you're not a very good commander, are you?", the male (likely the general in charge of the camp) asks, "Letting your soldiers walk all over you. How did you even get the position, a green boy like you?"

Rhys bristles. "My father, the High Lord, appointed me."

"Oh, wonderful", the General drawls, "A prince. Grown up rich and thinks he deserves everything he got. You probably never even saw battle. You know, I just love kids like you."

Rhys glares at him. "I trained for years to earn that position."

The male laughs. "Then I have news for you, little prince. Your father, apparently, doesn't recognise you as a son. Meaning, no protection for you. So you'll see your fair share of battle." The male brushes past Rhys. "You know", he says as he exits the tent, "I've always wanted to make a privileged little prick like you learn what life is like for normal people."

----

"You're dead", Jurian drawls, "Again."

"I'm sorry", Mor snaps from where she's lying on the ground.

"Don't be sorry, do better."

"I'm trying!"

Jurian glares at her. "No, you aren't. Because your mind is elsewhere." He sheathes his sword. "Either focus on what's going on, or stop entirely."

Mor glares right back. "I just heard that my uncle sent my cousin and one of my best friends to the Continent to fight. And I'm not allowed to contact them, so I have no way of knowing if they are alright." She shakes her head. "They could die and I wouldn't even know."

Jurian doesn't really know what to say. He hasn't had any kind of family beyond his soldiers since he was a child. If Mor wants sympathy, she should go to Miryam. However, Jurian may be able to offer some advice.

"They send out casualty lists", he says, "You can check there."

Mor bites her lip, then nods. "Good idea. Thank you." She hesitates. "You want some advice?"

"What kind of advice?"

Mor looks torn for a moment. Then, she says, "You know, the entire camp noticed what's going on with you and Miryam by now."

"This isn't the kind of thing I'm discussing with you."

Mor shakes her head. "Just make a move, Jurian. Because she isn't about to."

"What did she tell you?"

"Talk to her." With that, Mor turns around and walks off.

For a moment, Jurian considers running after her and making her answer. But somehow, he doubts that would be win him any favour with Miryam.

He straightens. Truth is, he should have talked to her long ago. It's been months since he realised what he feels for her. But better now than never.

He only remembers that his timing is off when he enters Miryam's tent. She's been in a bad mood ever since the meeting. (At least that's what Jurian thinks. But with Miryam, even he sometimes has a hard time telling.)

At the moment, Miryam is standing at her work table, sorting through herbs. Which means she's upset over something. At least she turns around when Jurian enters.

"Did anything happen?", she asks, "You look a bit pale."

Honestly, he considers running off. But that's what cowards do.

"Everything's fine", he says, "Let's go for a walk." Miryam doesn't move and Jurian adds, "Come on. You can't hide in here the entire evening."

It isn't the first time this happens. Miryam thinks no one notices when she has a bad day, but Jurian sees. He can't usually tell why (and asking, he learned early on, is not helpful) but he usually finds some small way to help.

Miryam puts down her herbs. She follows Jurian out of the tent and through the camp.

The sun already set, but the camp is still full of soldiers sitting around campfires. Miryam, once again, is all smiles and kind words, addressing most soldiers by the name. Jurian, too, calls out greetings left and right, but he leads Miryam towards the edge of the camp.

"Where are we going?", she asks once they reach the trees at the edge of the camp.

"It's a surprise."

Jurian thought long and hard on where to tell her, until he finally decided. He prays she'll like the place he chose.

It's a walk of fifteen minutes from the camp. They spend the time talking about this and that - how Kiel's wing is healing, the newest rumours going around the camp, why Queen Nakia has a stick up her ass.

Finally, they reach their destination. Jurian goes first, pulling the branches of a tree apart for Miryam to go through. She pushes past him and goes entirely still, staring at the waterfall before them.

The moon is standing high in the sky and its light reflects on the water, transforming each drop into tiny diamonds.

"It's beautiful", Miryam whispers, awe on her face. Jurian loves that about her, how she treats everything like a precious gift.

Carefully, he reaches out and tugs a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You are beautiful", he says softly, "And kind, and smart. And so very brave."

"Jur..." Miryam turns to him, a thousand feelings reflecting on her face. "I'm not sure if I can do this."

Jurian doesn't know what to reply to that, so he just waits in silence, holding his breath. The waterfall is loud enough to drown out the sound of his racing heart.

Finally, Miryam says, "There's just so much..." She takes a deep breath. "There's so much I never told you. And I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to. But I'm a mess, Jur, I don't think you know how much of a mess I am."

It breaks his heart, to hear her say this. To see her so unhappy. He reaches out for her hand.

"I know that things will be hard", he says, “and that you can't tell me everything, but that doesn't change anything. Because even if I could have every girl in the world, I'd always choose you. You're all I want, all I ever wanted and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

There are tears shining in Miryam's eyes. "I-", she says, but then she freezes, her eyes fixed on something behind Jurian.

He's about to turn when he feels the sting at his back. A sword point pressed against his back, hard enough to draw blood.

"Don't move", a voice hisses from behind him.

Jurian is an idiot. Such a Cauldron-damned idiot. He just berated Mor for not paying attention, and what does he do? Run right into an ambush because he can't take his eyes off Miryam.

"Run!", Jurian snaps at her.

Then, he darts aside, narrowly avoiding being pierced by the sword (those Fae are always surprised when a human fights back). He draws a dagger, but before he can swing at his attacker, ropes of fire wrap around his wrists, climb up his body.

Jurian gasps in pain, the dagger falls out of his hand as he is forced to his knees. The fire isn't hot enough to truly burn his skin, but it hurts. Then, there is cold metal at his throat.

"Don't!", Miryam screams. She is being held by two red-skinned faeries with horns, one male, one female. She's fighting in their grasp, kicking and thrashing.

"Stop it or he dies", a female voice says from behind Jurian and the knife presses harder against his throat.

Miryam freezes. A moment later, the knife vanishes from Jurian's throat. The ropes of fire remain, though, singing his skin. A High Fae female, her skin the same light brown as Miryam's, steps between them.

She laughs softly and points her bloody dagger at Miryam. "You're a wild one, aren't you?" She nods towards her companions.

"Stay away from her!", Jurian shouts. (A nightmare. This is a nightmare.)

No one listens to him. One of the faeries grabs Miryam by the arm and pulls back her sleeve, revealing the brand on her forearm.

"Look at that", the female drawls, "Isn't that just lovely?" She steps closer and runs a hand through Miryam's hair. "You're going to make us very rich, dear."

Jurian is shaking with rage, but also confused. If this is an ambush, why are they only focused on Miryam? They don't even seem to know who he is.

"What are you talking about?", Miryam asks. Her voice is shaking.

"What if she isn't the one we're looking for?", one of the faeries asks, almost worried, "You know what happened the last time a bounty hunter brought the wrong girl."

The High Fae turns to Miryam. "Who was your owner, mortal?"

Miryam just shakes her head wildly. "Please, please, I never did anything, I'm no one, just-"

One of the faeries hits her in the face. "Answer the question, scum."

Jurian strains against the ropes binding him, but that just makes the fire burn more.

Miryam is crying and her voice shakes when she replies, "The crown. I worked in the kitchen, I'm no one. Please, I don't know what you want from me."

Jurian is going to kill these Fae. Slowly. (He knows it's far more likely they'll kill him, but he still imagines the end he'll give them if he gets free.)

The female steps closer to Miryam, who shrinks back. Runs a finger over her cheek. "You're very convincing, dearie. But my guts tell me you're the one."

"No, no, I just worked in the kitchen. Under the cook, Dalior. He always hit me with his spoon, I don't know why-"

One grabs her by the neck, hard enough to make her whimper. Jurian growls softly. But the Fae lifts a hand.

"This is useless", she says.

She turns to Jurian. He has a moment to brace himself before the ropes begin to burn. Pain shoots through him. He grits his teeth, trying to keep from screaming.

"Stop!" Miryam shouts, "Don't hurt him, please!"

"Oh, I don't want to hurt him. Just tell me the truth, then I'll let him go", the female says, "Because you are the girl who stole Queen's lover, right?"

"No", Miryam whispers, "I never even met the Queen, I-"

The pain intensifies and now, Jurian does scream. He can barely hear Miryam begging, the Fae refusing.

"Alright!", Miryam finally shouts.

The pain stops. Jurian falls to the ground, panting. Groaning in pain, he manages to rise to his knees.

Like someone turned a switch, Miryam stops crying. She holds her head high and stares at the Fae. Jurian could have sworn her eyes are burning from within. But maybe, that is just the moonlight playing tricks on him.

"You are right", she says, voice cold as ice, "I was one of Queen Ravenias' personal slaves for three years. I am the one you're looking for. But I didn't steal Prince Drakon - he left because no one in their right mind could stomach being with that monster you call queen for an hour, let alone eternity."

Jurian stares at her, not quite able to hide his shock. Cauldron. He knew she belonged to Ravenia, but he always thought she was one of the thousands of slaves owned by the crown. Not...

"Thank you", the female drawls, "Like I said, you'll make us very rich."

She takes a step towards Jurian. He tries and fails to get up. So this is it. The end. He always wanted to die in battle. Not like this.

"No!", Miryam screams, "You promised to let him go!"

"Oh, hush", the female says, "Once we deliver you to Ravenia, you'll envy his quick death." Then, she draws her dagger.

----

This is mean, I know. I'm sorry. To be fair, I went 10 chapters without a cliffhanger. I'll try to get the next part up as fast as possible.

#miryam #jurian #drakon #morrigan #mor #helion #before the wall #the war

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dogboy-willgraham · 5 years ago

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ooh here's a prompt idea if u feel like it: some kind of fairy tale au, like sleeping beauty, red riding hood, etc ( bonus if it at some point includes or mentions a duck)

(I AM FINALLY WRITING THIS I APOLOGIZE FOR MY BITCHY ASS TAKING SO LONG I COULDN’T GET INSPIRATION AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW I’M DOING MENTALLY ANYMORE SO FORGIVE ME AND MY SCREAMING)

Sleeping Beauty AU, FOOLS

*The original Disney animated version because I am not doing the OG version with the 100 years sleep and the rape (Look it up, or don’t), or the Maleficent storyline because that’s not the point here, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk*

Once upon a certain place in time, there was a Queen, no one ever really knew Her name. She had a son, and while there was rumors of a horrid affair, for She ruled alone, none of them where true. She in fact did have a son by her husband, Lucifer, but when She found him sleeping with Her brother from a neighboring kingdom, She took a few shoots of water hemlock from Her own garden, and mixed him a wonderful drink the next morning. A week later She found Herself carrying a child.

No one ever did find out the king had died.

Anyhow, when Her son was born, She held a ceremony and invited three angels. Michael, Uriel, and Ananiel. They each bestowed a blessing on the child.

Beauty.

Kindness.

And when Ananiel began faer blessing of safety, and draft flooded into the hall. And a wicked baritone laugh erupted.

“Such a grand party, my queen, and yet I receive no invitation?” A man shaped being with dark violet eyes emerged from the crowd, a pure white duck waddling beside him.

“Gabriel,” She hissed. “You are not welcome here,”

“Oh, but why not my queen? I’m no different from them,” Gabriel turned his gaze upon the three angels guarding the cradle where the prince slept. “I’m an angel, and just like them, I’ve come to give my blessing upon the young one,”

“You are no more angel than a demon,” She hissed.

“Leave, Gabriel,” Ananiel warned. “You are not to touch him while I watch over him, you’re ‘blessing’ is not welcome,”

Gabriel chuckled darkly and waved his hand, sending the three across the room.

The queen stood, arm poised just behind Her throne where her longsword sat.

Gabriel looked over and with another flick of his wrist She was forced into her seat.

Finally, he walked to the cradle, and looked down at the golden haired boy. The boy roused from his sleep, due to Gabriel’s presence and began to fuss.

Gabriel laughed lowly, and placed a hand over the boys chest, making the prince fuss more.

“Oh, darling prince of Her majesty,” Gabriel began. “Do not fuss, I have come to bring you a blessing,” He took a deep breath and smirked deeply as he began speaking once more. “For your mother’s offenses, you will pay,” Gabriel began to address his entire audience. “The prince will live for sixteen years, happily and beautifully, as my dear friends have blessed, but on his sixteenth birthday, no sooner will the sun set as the prince will be pricked by the thorn of a rose, and fall into a sleep-like death, never to wake,” He finished and a bolt of thunder cracked outside, then it fell silent.

Gabriel walked away from the cradle and down to the edge of the crowd. “That, is my blessing, my lord,” He smiled wickedly and began walking again.

“That is no blessing Gabriel!” Michael shouted. “That is a curse!”

“Oh, it’s no such thing, dear sister, it is a blessing, the prince will not be hurt when he falls into slumber,” Gabriel disappeared into the crowd after that.

Uriel quickly began removing the crowd when they could move again, while Ananiel ran to the cradle and brought faer wings to cover the boy from any danger. Michael approached the queen, head hung low.

“My lord, forgive me-”

She cut off Michael. “Don’t,” She looked to Her son, guarded by sleek brown wings. “It isn’t your fault,”

“I could’ve-”

“I could’ve done many things too,” She interrupted. “But ‘what-ifs’ will not help us now, we must do what we can,”

When the crowds were gone Uriel returned to Ananiel and began speaking in a hushed voice to fae.

“Is there anything we can do about the curse?” She asked Michael, not yet noticing the conversation happening by the cradle.

“No, if one of us casted it, or someone like us, we could do something but, Gabriel’s magic is not the same as ours anymore,” Michael looked down sadly. “It’s impossible to even try,”

“Not impossible, my lord,” Ananiel cut in. “Well, at least it is to break it, but we can change it, at least a little,”

“Go on,” She said.

“Well, Gabriel didn’t say how it could be broken, so we can fill it in ourselves, or Michael can,” Uriel finished.

“Is this true?” She asked Michael.

“Yes,” Michael answered.

“Then do it,”

Michael approached the cradle and Ananiel hesitantly folded faer wings back.

Michael set a hand on the child’s chest, calming him.

“The curse can be broken, but only if the fair prince receives a kiss, from his true love,” Michael finished, and another crack of lighting rang out.

“Really, Michael? True love?” Uriel hissed.

“I’m stressed,” Michael deadpanned. “And it’s not impossible,”

“It will be fine,” She said. “But I don’t want him near here, roses grow like wildfires in my kingdom, I want a failsafe in case Michael’s change doesn’t work,”

“Where can he go?” Ananiel asked.

“I want you to take him deep into the forest, on the other side of the river, he will be safe from the roses,” She said. “And, if you can, if you will, raise him, I cannot abdicate my throne, he will have nothing to come back to if I do,”

Michael looked to Uriel and Ananiel, and all exchanged nods.

“We’ll do it,” Michael said.

“Thank you,” She stood and walked to Her son. “I love you, and while it’s hurts, I must say farewell my dear Aziraphale,”

The trio of angels took Aziraphale into the forest that night, finding a small cottage miraculously abandoned. And, as the queen asked, they raised him.

Well, Michael and Ananiel raised him, mostly. Uriel had the least maternal personality out of the three, and besides that, Uriel was less than interested in getting involved with whatever was happening between her their sister and their friend. Uriel was more than happy though to take care of the materiel aspects of Aziraphale’s life.

And for sixteen years, minus one day, Aziraphale grew up happy and beautiful. Unburdened by the existence of his biological mother, or the curse that loomed over

The day he was suddenly burdened by his life outside of the cocoon of the forest, was his birthday. But, of course, he didn’t just wake up when all Hell broke loose, but, the beginning of the day is a fine place to start.

“We have to tell him,” Uriel said, out of the blue.

“Not yet,” Ananiel returned. “ And anyway, we already agreed that we were going to tell him after his birthday,”

“No, we didn’t,” Uriel set the shirt they were repairing down. “We need to tell him, he needs to time to understand, we’re going to be taking him to Her as soon as the sun finishes setting, and what do you think he’s going to feel like if we just toss that on him and then throw him back at Her?”

“After, Uriel,” Ananiel insisted.

“Michael, be the voice of reason, we need to tell him,” Uriel all but pleaded.

Michael set her book down. “We’re not throwing him back at Her, and we need to make sure this works, we'll tell him after,”

“Oh, for someone’s sake you two!” Uriel groaned. “You’re acting like this is all going to go smoothly! It isn’t!”

“We are aware it’s not going to go smoothly,” Michael gently retorted.

“Really? Then why are you waiting?”

Michael and Ananiel exchanged a glance, both knowing why they were stalling, but neither willing to admit.

“I need some air,” Uriel grumbled and walked out, past Aziraphale who had just arrived at the door.

“Is Uriel okay?” Aziraphale asked timidly, stepping in.

“Uriel’s okay, love, just needed to stretch their legs,” Ananiel smiled, and opened faer arms, which Aziraphale let wrap around him happily.

“They seemed upset,” Aziraphale whispered into the crook of Ananiel’s neck.

“They were just excited, it’s your birthday after all,” Ananiel felt faer throat tighten with the lie. Fae exchanged a sad glance with Michael.

“Hey, Azzie,” Michael began smiling. “Could you go get some of those water lilies you love? We need them for tonight,”

“I was just outside?” Aziraphale asked in a small voice.

“I know, dear, but I forgot, and I promise there’ll be cake in it for you,” Michael smiled.

“Okay,” Aziraphale grinned and removed himself from Ananiel.

“Be home before sundown,” Michael said seriously.

“Alright, mum,” Aziraphale hugs Michael before going back outside.

Ananiel and Michael share a look, understanding, and hesitation to have their perfect illusion of life shatter.

Aziraphale hummed happily as he collected the pale pink flowers off their green beds, daydreaming as usual. It was hard not to, he’d never been outside the forest, and never met anyone else either. But he had his books, and he could imagine as best he could meeting a tall dark stranger, or a kind friend.

But the dark stranger was preferred most times.

As he plucked another flower he heard a thud from a nearby clearing, and muffled grunts.

Aziraphale stood up and cautiously walked towards it, leaving his flowers in a pile.

When he pulled back the thick of bushes he had to bite his tongue to keep from bursting into giggles.

A young red-haired man, no older than Aziraphale it seemed, was sprawled out on the forest floor as if he had fallen off his horse, who was now sitting on top of him.

“For somebody’s bloody sake Bentley! Get off!” The strangely dressed person pushed at the black horse, who just huffed and shifted farther onto it’s rider.

Aziraphale let out a small snort, still mesmerized by the newcomer.

The redhead looked over to Aziraphale and sighed in relief.

“Oi, blondie, mind helping me out?” The redhead asked.

Aziraphale nodded and went over to try and gentle the horse off the ginger, which was successful.

“Thank you,” The ginger smiled, getting up and brushing the dirt off his pitch-black clothes. “I would’ve been there for hours if you hadn’t come along,”

“No need,” Aziraphale smiled as well, a little blush creeping up his neck. Now that he was able to see the redhead better, he found him incredibly handsome. His very own tall dark stranger.

The redhead, Crowley was his name, blushed too as he gazed at the cherubic blonde in front of him. He shook his head though, as if it would help clear his head. “What's your name, kind angel?”

Aziraphale flushed fully, quite surprised by the name, but not unwelcoming of it.

“A-Aziraphale,” Aziraphale coughed out, his throat felt dry. “My name is Aziraphale,”

“Crowley,” Crowley smiled, brushing a bit more dust off his gold accented jacket. “Aziraphale, you really are an angel,”

Aziraphale wanted to both get away from Crowley and his wonderful words to collect himself and more of those words.

“Are you from around here?” Crowley asked, interrupting Aziraphale’s frenzied thoughts.

“Yes, from the clearing Eastward from here,” Aziraphale answered.

“Ah, well, why don’t I give you a lift back? Repay you for saving my arse?”

Aziraphale smiled sheepishly. “You don’t have to,”

“Rubbish, hop on. Make sure to hold on though, Bentley is not peaceful,”

Aziraphale forgot about his flowers as he clutched Crowley’s chest while the horse sped off.

Crowley smelled very nice, a faint fiery smell with cinnamon, and Aziraphale couldn’t get enough.

They arrived at Aziraphale’s home just before the sun had set. Crowley helped him off the horse and knelt to kiss his knuckles lightly.

“Thank you for the company, angel,” Crowley smiled.

Aziraphale blushed and looked away.

”I hate that I must part ways with you now, but I will return as soon as I can,” Crowley frowned slightly, before digging into his leather bag and pulling out a white rose.

“For you,” Crowley tucked the flower into Aziraphale’s hair, a stray thorn nicking Aziraphale’s skin.

And as soon as Crowley was watching a blushing cherub he had an armful of sleeping cherub.

Three women emerged from the house suddenly as well, and took a moment to take in the scene.

“You have no idea the shit you’ve just started,” The red-haired one growled.

To sum up the end, Crowley fought a giant duck, and then kissed Aziraphale, and they somehow fell in love, there was also a whole ordeal with Aziraphale’s birthmother, but he chose his family in the end.

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