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cnnmairoll · 1 year ago

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Hiii i think requests are open but my apologies if they're not !

May i please request Jing Yuan and Blade with a lover who's love language is biting? like nothing sexual just soft bites on the cheek, nose, arms, shoulder etc etc

if this is a weird request ummmm..im sorry aha-

my love language is biting, yesss..

anyways! thank youuuuu🐈‍⬛💜

Love Bites

Character(s) : Blade, Jing Yuan Genre : A little bit (just a sprinkle) of angst in blade's part, Fluff a/n : Certainly! I had help on writing blade because I'm not used to writing him yet (´∀｀;) So hope you like this ! IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS CORNY

It was a simple act that sparked the change - a soft, gentle bite on his cheek, an instinctive display of affection that held no malice. Blade tensed, his gaze shifting as memories of pain resurfaced. The haunting echoes of tortures he had endured clawed at his mind, making him retreat into his shell.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, realizing that your actions had inadvertently triggered his trauma. "I didn't know…"

He met your gaze, his eyes a storm of emotions. "It's not your fault. I… I'm just not used to this."

You took a step closer, your heart guiding you. "Blade, I promise there's no harm meant. Biting is how I express my feelings. It's a way of showing love, trust me."

He studied you, his gaze searching for any hint of deceit. But all he found was sincerity, a genuine desire to reach out and heal his wounds.

Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, you showed him your love through gentle bites - on his nose, his arm, his shoulder. His discomfort slowly ebbed away, replaced by a growing acceptance of your gestures. He began to understand that your intentions were pure, your bites a symbol of the affection you held for him.

One evening, as you both sat in the quiet of his chamber, Blade spoke in a voice that trembled with vulnerability. "I never thought I could feel like this again."

You turned to him, your heart aching at the rawness in his words. "Feel what, Blade?"

"Safe. Loved."

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his cheek. He leaned into your touch, his defenses crumbling as he allowed himself to bask in the warmth of your affection.

"I love you, Blade. And I'll keep showing you, in whatever way you're comfortable with."

He held your gaze, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and longing. And then, for the first time, he initiated a soft bite on your arm, a silent promise that he was willing to let love back into his life.

As time went on, the two of you forged a bond that was unbreakable. Blade's stoicism began to melt away, replaced by moments of softness that he only reserved for you. Your love language had become a bridge between his past and his future, a way for him to let go of his pain and embrace the beauty of your love.

One lazy afternoon, you found yourselves in a sunlit meadow, the scent of wildflowers hanging in the air. Blade sat beneath a tree, his focus lost in the rustling leaves above. With a playful glint in your eyes, you decided to seize the opportunity to share your affection once more.

Approaching him with a soft smile, you leaned down and pressed a tender bite to his cheek, your gesture imbued with love and warmth. Blade's initial reaction was a subtle tensing of his jaw, a reflexive response he was learning to control. But then, as he met your eyes and saw the genuine affection shining within them, his lips curved into a faint smile.

"You're becoming quite the biter," he teased, his voice laced with gentle amusement.

You chuckled, settling down beside him. "It's the most effective way to communicate with you, remember?"

Blade's hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours effortlessly. "I suppose I can't argue with that. And truth be told, I've grown to appreciate it."

Your heart soared at his admission. The progress he had made was a testament to his strength and the depth of your connection. As you gazed at each other, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the soft rustling of leaves.

One sunny afternoon, as you sat beside him on a stone bench, your fingers idly tracing patterns on the hem of your robe, you couldn't resist the urge any longer. Without thinking, you leaned in and placed a soft, playful bite on his forearm.

Jing Yuan, who had been engrossed in a scroll detailing troop movements, looked at you with surprise. His golden eyes met yours, and you were momentarily captivated by the depth of his gaze. Then, to your delight, he gave you a small, barely noticeable smile and leaned in closer.

With gentle precision, he returned the affection, planting a tender bite on your shoulder. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

"General," you said, your voice teasing, "I didn't know you had a taste for this kind of intimacy."

He chuckled, a low, melodic sound that made your heart skip a beat. "I have many hidden talents, it seems."

From that moment on, a new layer was added to your relationship. As days turned into weeks, your playful biting became a cherished ritual, an unspoken language that only the two of you shared.

In the midst of a busy day, Jing Yuan would steal a moment to bite your earlobe, his lips curving into a secret smile as he did so. You, in turn, would find his forearm when he was engrossed in his strategic planning, a silent reminder that you were by his side.

There were also moments when the two of you ventured outside the palace walls. On a visit to a bustling market, you couldn't resist the urge to bite his hand when he reached out to inspect some exotic spices. His laughter filled the air, drawing curious looks from the vendors and shoppers around you.

"Ah, my love," he chuckled, "you are as unpredictable as the wind."

You squeezed his hand, your eyes locked with his. "And you, General, are my steady anchor in this unpredictable world."

During a serene boat ride along a tranquil river, with willow trees casting their graceful shadows upon the water's surface, you found a moment of tranquility. As you sat together, basking in the beauty of the scenery, you leaned over and pressed a gentle bite to his shoulder.

Jing Yuan's gaze softened as he placed a reassuring hand on yours. "You know," he began, his voice a soothing murmur, "your bites have become a source of comfort for me. They remind me that love can be found in the smallest of gestures."

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. "And in the quiet moments we share."

As the seasons changed and the world continued to turn, your love story with the Dozing General deepened. With each playful bite and affectionate gesture, you found yourselves drawn closer together, your hearts entwined in a love that defied expectations and blossomed like the cherry trees in the palace gardens.

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astarionancuntnin · 6 months ago

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Die For You (Chapter 10)

summary: life takes its normal course once again (as normal as it can be after Virric), and you learn to live with the haunting memories of what you had to go through

rating: T

word count: 3k

pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader, reader is tav)

cw: mentions of trauma, hurt/comfort. full list on ao3

a/n: surprise drop in the middle of the week because this chapter was not expected, also last chapter was rough emotionally so im hoping this one soothes yall! (shadowheart makes a comeback woot woot)

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It will take a while

To make you smile

Somewhere in these eyes

I'm on your side

Your return was… harsh.

Astarion had even asked — no, begged — Shadowheart to come visit. He knew threats wouldn't work on her, and with your shared history, he thought it would do you some good to see her again. He insisted it was because of her healing knowledge, to take a look at you and make sure you had no remaining injuries, but she had seen right through it. He was worried about you, and couldn't keep it hidden underneath his allures of mighty vampire lord. At first, he promised her everything she wanted just to come and see you, and she was reluctant after your last discussion, but when the cleric saw how desperate he was, she indulged him — it's not everyday that you see the Vampire Ascendant beg. Even if she didn't approve of his choices, or yours for that matter, she still cared, and she put aside her grudge to come visit you.

Most of your cuts had indeed completely healed up after drinking another portion of Astarion’s blood. His blood offered you more power and clarity, better healing properties, and reinforced your bond, even if the later was the least of your concerns. Astarion didn’t want to pry, but in moments where you couldn’t even bring yourself to speak, as if your very voice had been stripped from you, your mutual connection had proven beneficial. You were able to reach out to him, if only to say “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” It didn't stop him from worrying the most.

Deep down, you knew, and you felt it through your bond, he still felt guilty for what had happened to you, even if he didn’t want to show it too obviously, as he didn’t want to make you feel lesser for what you had gone through. He knew you wouldn’t accept any pity and it would only insult you if he started treating you as such. You just wanted to go back to being… you.

And such a thing almost felt impossible now, not with the way you could still feel what Virric had carved into your skin, even with all your injuries gone. The memories themselves were forever carved in your memory, as they had been in your flesh. Whore, he had written over your arm; Plaything, he had written over the other, and to your utmost disgust, he had carved Pet over your chest. While you were there and the wounds would heal, he would retrace them until they were bleeding all over again.

Astarion had felt it all, and made a promise to never use the pet name again.

—

With her blessing, along with Astarion’s recommendation, you finally took up Shadowheart’s invitation to join her on her next adventure, something you should've done a while ago.

“Some fresh air would do you wonders,” she had said. “Plus, you could use some time in the sun. You look awfully pale.” Her attempt at humour had helped ease you into it.

Being outside, taking time away from the politics of a Lord’s life, and reconnecting with Shadowheart helped you greatly. You two spoke and after explaining to her everything that had happened until you met again, she understood better and dialed back her previous judgements, at least slightly. You had done what you thought was right, and sacrificed your mortality for the greater good, in the same way you had put your life on the line when you faced the netherbrain.

“I understand why you did it,” she said. “I just wish I had received your letter before you made that decision. I could've helped, made you reconsider.” There was a pause when she realised when you had sent word for her, how long ago it felt. “Maybe you would've never had to meet Virric.”

Some part of you wished it, too. But the rest of you were glad of your transformation despite the history related to it. You don't think you would've survived in that dungeon if it hadn't been for your new lifestyle, and you wouldn't have reconnected with Astarion without also having to face Virric. What’s done is done, and there is no point in lingering on what could’ve been, you told yourself, echoing the words Astarion had told you once upon a time, it’s up to me to do my best with the hand I was dealt.

—

You had a lot to consider after everything that had happened. After Virric, and the mention of your parents who, according to him, had also been on the lookout for you, you weren’t sure if you wanted to linger any longer as a member of the high society in Baldur’s Gate. It would be like walking right into a lion’s den; you didn’t know who else you would face that had alliances with Virric or your parents, who else could benefit from bringing back their fugitive daughter, who else could potentially buy your hand to fulfil their own agendas. You thought it would be best if you spent time away from the city — days or months, you didn’t know — just, time away. At least until the recent events were forgotten by the locals.

“Take the time you need,” Astarion had said. “I’ll be here when you come back. Always.”

There was still this lingering fear that your parents would keep trying to get back to you even with your betrothed dead — which, contrary to what he had supposed, no one really looked into. Shadowheart had helped cover up the murder after knowing what he had done, and spread the news — with the help of her Selunite sisters — that a group of bandits had gotten back to him and his partners for double-crossing them, and no one questioned it. That told you everything you needed to know about him and his schemes. Good riddance.

But, as opposed to him, your parents were still very much alive. They weren’t located in Baldur’s Gate, thank the Gods, but they were alive nonetheless, somewhere, and potentially also looking for you. You had no news about them, but Astarion promised to look into them while you were gone, and to be by your side if you wanted to wipe them from the surface of Faerun if that was your wish. He continuously showed his support in ways that were very typically him.

Astarion was right about your bond; it did extend to great distances, so much so that it made you wonder how far you needed to be for it to truly be inaccessible. The only thing that made it falter, you noticed, was when you were weakened by injuries or tired, which explained how you struggled to reach him when you were in the dungeons.

He respected the distance you needed, only trying to reach out a few times while you were away, as the bond could only work with the consent of both parties; if you refused him, he couldn’t linger in your mind, just as if he was unavailable, he wouldn’t be able to answer back to you. Truth be told, Astarion always made the time for you when you initiated the connection. It didn't matter if he was yet at another gathering, an important meeting, or busy in his office; if he felt you reaching out, he opened his mind to you.

He would never deny you — he had said — would never abandon you. And he kept true to his word.

—

You thought you would never be able to be yourself anymore, or be the same person you were before, anyway. Some parts of you had died in that dungeon; the innocence, or rather what was left of it, along with your ignorance; those parts of you that blindly believed in the goodness of the world, what pushed you to see the good in people. You spent many days having nothing but dark, negative thoughts for the world surrounding you. Even towards the villagers you helped, Shadowheart had to take care of socialising while you were brooding not too far from them. You thought killing more evil creatures would help you, but it only got you in a darker place, had you thinking, Why do they get to be saved when I wasn’t spared? When I still have to live with what was done to me? How is this fair?

Your friend had noticed your mood and had to pull you aside, she wouldn’t let you wander down that path of darkness if she had something to say about it.

“Take the bad days along with the good ones, but don't let them overshadow every aspect of your life. Remember to find the light within the darkness.”

Damn her and her history with Shar. She was right, and you were truly blessed to have her by your side; she knew just the right words to bring you back towards that light.

—

Slowly but surely, you came back to your old self. Well, as much as you could, trauma aside.

Some nights were more difficult than others. When you were left alone with your thoughts, and the itch to scratch your skin where you remembered he had touched you came back to you, you couldn't close your eyes without seeing him. It got so bad that Shadowheart agreed to cast sleep on you on the worst nights to force the thoughts away. Thanks to your vampiric nature, you didn’t dream; you were finally starting to see the silver lining to your immortality, and embracing it fully.

After a few tendays, you eventually noticed that the scars from your time with Virric had finally fully faded, and through your continuous feeding of Astarion’s rations of his blood — solely for healing purposes, as you were not interested in boar blood — Virric’s presence on your body had completely vanished. The new wounds you got in your latest battles covered the ones you had suffered under his hand, and soon enough, you weren’t able to make a difference between the two, as they healed and faded together, leaving you only with your bite mark from Astarion.

From time to time you indulged in a little banter with Astarion through your bond, he gave you some news about how things were going back at the palace, occasionally complaining about the current political drama among the local dirigeants, and you told him about your time spent with Shadowheart. One night you spoke to great lengths about a battle you had the same day. You had managed to find the location of a goblin settlement, and successfully wiped them out. It had been a bloodbath, but it had felt great to be back in your element, fighting on the field. The mention of the messy fight had Astarion tell you about the aftermath of your fight with Virric the night of the soiree.

“Really, you made a mess up there. It took four of my spawns to clean every trace of blood there was. They had to scrub the walls and even replace the carpet — without mentioning disposing of the bodies, Gods, they reeked. The flowers from the garden sure helped cover the smell.” He sighed dramatically. “Remind me to never upset you, darling.”

Behind his complaints, you heard a tint of pride. “I’m sorry I stained your carpets, my Lord,” you said, “I’ll make sure to aim for a bucket the next time I slash someone’s throat.”

“That would be most appreciated, dear.”

For the first time in a while, you smiled, a true smile, and you hoped Astarion sensed it.

The next morning, you let Shadowheart know that you’re ready to go home.

—

When you reach the palace, the door is unlocked, just as Astarion had said before. As you walk in, there's something different about the halls, unlike the first time you stepped in, somehow it feels… comforting. It truly feels like home, something you hadn't had the luxury to have these last few years. Something you didn't think you would ever have again. When you finally take in the sight of it, and realise how much this place means to you now, tears swell up your eyes, as the weight you carried around for the past weeks — all the anger, the anxiety, the sorrows — gets lifted off your shoulders at once. You close your eyes, as you let a lone tear go down your cheek, and a smile forms on your lips.

Home.

You hear a familiar voice down the hall say before it rushes towards you and you barely have the time to open your eyes when arms surround you, holding you tightly — only for a brief moment — before they pull away, to take in the sight of Amedee.

She helps you settle back in and assists you with a bath — one that was long overdue, she points out — as she asks you about your trip and requests all the details about it. You tell her the most interesting parts, without skipping over the gory parts, as you know those were oddly the one that interested her the most, and after you're done with your stories, a comfortable silence takes place. It doesn’t last long, as your next words are a question, one you always wondered about that was left unexplained to you, a missing piece in your memory.

“Back at the soiree,” you begin, “What happened after I passed out?”

She takes a deep breath as she washes out your hair, and explains everything that had happened after you lost consciousness during your fight with Virric.

Since she had been the one sent out for your rescue when Astarion couldn't reach out to you, or any other spawn for that matter since he was also affected by your attack, Amedee did everything she could to rescue you; as your personally assigned assistant, it was her responsibility, but also as your friend. When she reached you, Virric was already taking you away and Alaester refused to let her interfere, locking her in this fight with him. When she was finally done with the remaining brother, Virric's trail was cold, leaving her with close to no information on your whereabouts. Your disappearance had taken a great toll on her, and she took it upon herself to do everything she could to help Astarion in finding you.

All the spawns had been instructed to search the town, but their weakness to the sun had prevented them from searching once morning came. It's only after your second communication to Astarion, when you mentioned the damp, cold air, along with the lack of knowledge on the time outside that Amedee brought up the possibility of being hidden away in the sewers. Virric wasn't the strong type; he couldn't have carried you out of the city, so everyone was dispatched to search the sewers. Astarion sent the order to save you and only restrain Virric so he could kill him himself, but using his bond to you, Astarion managed to find you first, with an already very dead Virric.

Hearing her describe the length at which, not only Astarion, but all of them — and especially Amedee — had gone to find you, has your heart tightening in your chest.

When you ask her if she could ever forgive you for that time you knocked her out to run to the tavern, she only asks that you also forgive her for not being able to help you more when you needed it most, as she felt like she had failed you as a friend.

You agree to it, but under the condition that she calls you by your name from now on; no more titles, no more formalities.

She only smiles and nods.

—

Astarion had been out on an errand before you had arrived, and since you kept silent through the bond, he had no idea you were back.

It’s only later in the evening, as he strolls back to his office that he finds his lover lingering in the gardens. When he sees her again for the first time in months, he’s simply stunned. He had patiently been waiting for her return, going over his own ordeal of emotions following the events, and although he had kept his nightly discussions with his consort to purely superficial topics, it didn’t stop him from ruminating on his own following their exchanges. He had wondered what he would tell her once she finally came back — if she came back. There was always the possibility of her deciding to leave, realising that being with him had been a mistake and that she would be better off without him, away from anything that reminded her of her past.

But as he sees her observing the new flowers now adoring the bushes, in yet another dress he had commissioned just for her, no words come to mind. Only awe at the woman she had become, his beloved, strong bride.

—

Although you had preferred pants and shirts in the past, you began enjoying the feeling of casual dresses. Now that you were back to your closet full of clothes made especially for you, and not looking to go adventuring anytime soon, you lost no time changing into one of your newer dresses after your bath. You opted for one that was a paler shade of blue than your previous royal blue ones, adorned by gold vines on the sleeves, and a plunging collar, barely covered by your hair cascading down.

You don't see him at first, too enraptured by the beauty of nature that you didn’t appreciate as much as you should've, when you were mortal. There was now a pond covered in lotus flowers of various colours, which added a spark of life amongst the living dead filling the halls of the Crimson Palace. They had always been your favourite; you wonder if Astarion knew and it was on purpose or simply for their properties, as it was the case for the other flowers surrounding you.

You sit over a rock bench next to the pond, reaching for a lotus to take in its sweet and comforting aroma, while Astarion takes in the sight of you as he leans against the door of the backyard, basking in your immortal beauty a few more seconds, as he didn’t want to break your moment of respite, before forcing himself to declare his presence.

“Hello, my sweet.”

When your eyes meet, your face lights up, and the smile you wear beams brighter than the summer’s sun.

What makes this fragile world go 'round?

Were you ever lost?

Was she ever found?

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ssreeder · 2 years ago

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happy april friend!! hope you're well. not gonna lie i live for the drama so this chapter was sooo great ah! as soon as general how showed up..... i knew shit was gonna go down. so good, man

'for the very first time in their life, she was afraid of him' holy MOLY my jaw was dropped for like 90% of that final interaction between sokka and katara. generally speaking, if one's reaction to being caught in a lie is to double down on their stance of not lying....not great. not a good look sokka. im glad katara got out of there to clear her head and go back to aang, but now i'm worried sokka's going to lose his mind and temper even more (is it possible?!?) once left and the realization of how he's treating everyone comes crashing down on him. because he doesn't want his sister or anyone to hate him or especially be scared of him. this one may hurt :(

and zuko being so certain that iroh wasn't real was so heartbreaking....i feel like being in and out of consciousness doesn't help wounds of the mental/emotional variety because memories are all weird so it's hard to make progress. hopefully katara works her healing magic so zuko can have actual conversations for a meaningful amount of time.

very excited for the next one obviously, but this was some good food!!!!! hope your upcoming week is swell. take care of yourself!!😠do a facemask or something. buy a tasty treat. you deserve it <3

General How: first decent military figure in LIAB.

*every time he shows up chaos ensues*

Sokka is such a mess right now its like pulling pet hair off a black shirt without a magic-fix-all lint roller. So he will probably do what he always does and blame himself and sink a little lower into his depression unfortunately. He did realize his mistake the moment the word left his lips but it was too late, the damage had been done.

Katara instigated the fight, but we are talking 14 & 16 year old trauma filled siblings who are used to bickering and probably didn’t expect it to escalade to this…. Sokka wasn’t going to budge the way he would normally when katara got upset and after she pushed a little too hard he snapped.

UGH Zuko haha…. Poor guy. Don’t worry Katara is going to do her best next chapter to help him & fingers crossed!

Thanks for the ask anon you’re amazing!

#ughhh sokkas situation is so difficult #because out of katara and Sokka he was the more passive one #katara is emotionally explosive and lashes out and Sokka always kind of took it #like in canon when she told him he didn’t love their mom the way she did #and he didn’t say anything #she never even apologized (I’m sure she did but she didn’t on screen)#& now katara is even MORE emotional but we have SOKKA who is…. also emotionally explosive #mixed with aggressive and trauma with women #(yeah Aras betrayal really fucked him up)#he is going to have to unlearn those habits #which will be hard #because Hakoda was JUST STARTING to try and help Sokka control his words and outbursts #then Zuko was taken and Sokka reallt spiraled after that lol #I think once Zuko is back with Sokka he can relax a bit?#it might calm him down so he can start being more open to healing #rather than worrying and missing Zuko constantly #their codependency is STRONG #it’s unhealthy but it’s also the only reason they survived #I know Zuko is probably fighting to stay alive so he can get back to Sokka #ok wow I rambled #sorry #thanks anon!!#liab #itf #ask

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reidsnose · 4 years ago

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Window

overview: reader accidentally falls out of a window while having a late night talk with spencer (loosely based on the song: home by edward shapre and the magnetic zeros)

genre: angst? FLUFF

warning: blood, head injury, hospital visit, overdramatic reader thinks shes dying

a/n: i really really dont know if yall will like this but i do and i think its cute so please lmk what u think ab it :)

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Spencer knew it wasn't the safest thing in the world. you did too. but something about sitting on the outside window ledge together, talking and laughing, was far too tempting of an offer to pass up. and besides, it was just over 6 feet off of the ground! whats the worst that could happen?

and so you sat, shoulders smushed together so you could both fit. a blanket wrapped around you both, keeping the cool night air locked out. however, you were so close together (and so flushed) that even without the blanket you'd both still be warm.

you adored nights like this with him, thinking to yourself how you got lucky enough to call him your best friend. to anyone else, it was obvious you two were deeply yet obliviously, painfully in love. you watched as he retold a memory he had of the two of you, eyes widening and hands peeking through the blanket to gesture wildly with each sentence. though you were listening to the story, growing more and more fond of the memory now that it was being told from his perspective, you couldn't help but be distracted by him. his essence. his being. he was...intoxicating.

and then he cut to the punch line and looked to you for a reaction, watching beauty radiate from you as you threw your head back and laughed. he didn't even realize how funny it was until he saw how hard you were laughing. and then you snorted, which of course caused you to laugh more. with tears nearly coming out of your eyes, you wrapped your hands around your aching stomach, trying to control your laughter and completely forgetting that you needed your hands to keep you balanced on the window.

he took you in, a tranquility like no other filling his heart.

and then it happen.

in slow motion he watched you lose your balance, unable to catch his grasp as you fell towards the ground outside. fear coursed through his veins as he tried to calculate every possible out come. and then suddenly time was back to normal, and you were on the floor, a fresh cut on your head.

without missing a beat he jumped out after you, landing far more gracefully than you had.

you felt him lift your head into his lap, barely hearing his muffled words. you nodded when he asked if you could hear him for the fourth time. and then you felt some blood trickle down your face. and you did not do well with seeing your own blood.

that was it. you were gonna die. you never told him how you felt and you were going to die. you could even feel death pulling on your eyelids.

in reality, you had landed on your hip and your head hit a pointy rock. it felt like hell but medically you would be just fine. it looked a lot worse than it actually was, head injuries produce far more blood than other body parts.

spencer knew this as he peeled the cardigan off of his shoulders, bunching it up and applying pressure to your wound.

he picked you up bridal style, trying hard to cradle your head at the same time. he was beyond relieved at how relatively minor this was going to be. you would heal, and you would be ok. he got to his car and gently placed you in the passenger seat before running to the drivers side and taking off as fast as he possible could.

"Spencer," you rasped.

"don't talk very much right now. don't worry i'm going to get you to the hospital just stay awake for me you've probably got a concussion." he explained, looking over worriedly.

"im going to die." you told him, your brain feeling foggy from seeing your own blood.

"no you wont. i promise you wont die."

you went on telling him again and again how you would die and how the team shouldn't cry for you. and he patiently explained every time that you would be ok. and as he carried you into the ER you took one look at the cardigan that had rested against your forehead and convinced yourself 110% that you were on your death bed.

so it was now or never.

"Spencer before i die i want you to know that i love you. i always have. i just had to get it off my chest before i left this world with you still in it." you blurted as the doctors began to take you away.

he stood there, mouth agape at your confession.

"she is not going to die." one of the doctors reassured Spencer before turning on his heels and jogging to catch up with the rest of them.

it had to have been the loss of blood. or maybe a concussion fogged your thinking. or maybe he's in shock and he's hearing things. because there is no possible way that that just happened.

and so he sat in the waiting room for nearly an hour while they stitched up your head, nervously tapping his foot to match the pace of his racing thoughts.

he was thinking through every single moment the two of you had ever shared, wondering if-hoping that there was some truth to your confession, when they called out your name. he shot up faster than he ever had before, even getting a little light headed at the sudden quick stance.

he walked in to see you sitting up, drinking some apple juice that the nurses had brought you. and even then, in a hospital bed with half a dozen stitches in your forehead, you looked more beautiful than ever. he was astonished. absolutely astonished at just how radiant you were. your eyes twinkles as you smiled at him.

"so false alarm.. i didnt die." you joked, trying to hide your embarrassment, handing him a hospital issued jello.

"im so glad youre ok. you know i told you from the start we shouldnt have sat on the window," he chuckled, eyes feeling teary for a reason unknown to him.

"i know i know, you're always right." you giggled a little before wincing in pain from it.

his hand came up and lightly brushed your hair back, soothing you so much your eyes immediately fluttered closed. he had to bring it up, he had to know.

"did you mean it?" he asked.

you tried to control your heart rate while you played it dumb, "well yeah i really did think i was going to die."

"thats not what i meant."

"i know." you admitted. "yes. i meant it. i still mean it and if thats weird for you and you want to leave i completely understand-"

he cut you off by pressing his lips to your own, soft but passionate, tasting of jello.

it was a better profession of love than any speech he could try to make. because regardless of how many big words he used, it wouldn't be enough. not to mention that being around you makes his brain turn into mush, rendering it completely useless.

your heart rate monitor started going absolutely wild, beeping quickly and erratically. you both started laughing into the kiss, reluctantly pulling away. euphoria coursed through your veins, two lovesick bozos in the hospital.

you two talked for a little, buzzed from the kiss., smiling like a couple of idiots. but you were happy. sitting in the hospital with a cracked open head and you were still happy. because Spencer was there. and he makes you happy.

after talking to the doctor and a phone call with hotch, you were told to take two weeks off of work. spencer insisted that he go home early every day so he can come over and take care of you. and that was fiinnneee by you.

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spencers-renaissance · 4 years ago

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Fic Rec Thursday

In order to accommodate my new posting schedule, I’ve moved fic recs to Thursday, even though it doesn’t have the same ring to it :/ But ultimately it’s the best day to keep my OC posts evenly spaced! It’s mostly Moreid this week as it’s what I’ve been reading to get back into reading CM fic, but I hope you enjoy :D

5 Fics

🍓Pretty Boy by recklessDreamer - 2.8k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, 5 + 1 Things, Gun Shot Wounds, Getting Together, First Kiss, Insecure Spencer

5 times Morgan calls Spencer 'Pretty boy' and 1 time Spencer actually believes that he means it.

🍉two left feet by @oliverbrnch - 1.1k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, TikTok, Dancing, Clumsy Spencer, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Humour

Derek is a fan of TikTok trends, and he wants Spencer to do one with him.

💔High School Never Ends by @casparwrites - 1.4k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Hurt Spencer, Protective Derek, Established Relationship, Homophobia, Bullying, Past Childhood Trauma, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort (TW for a Violent, Homophobic Police Officer)

Las Vegas always brought back painful memories for Spencer, but this one was unexpected.

🍎Midnight Meetings by CoffeeBuddha - 1.5k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Meeting the Parents, Outside POV, Fluff, Protective Derek

Fran's first meeting with her son's lover doesn't go exactly as planned. For starters, she didn't even know he had one. Rec courtesy of @negativefouriq who consistently sends me amazing fics

And finally, one of my favourite fics of all time that I reread the other day:

🍒Chain Reaction by EloquentDossier - 42k, 16ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Alternate Universe, Texting/Dialogue-Only, Self-Esteem Issues, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Past Drug Use, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Oblivious Aaron Hotchner, Getting Together Canon Divergence

A dialogue-only AU in which Hotch texts what he thinks is Rossi's new number but is actually the slightly eccentric stranger whom Hotch knows only as "Spencer." What follows is something neither man could have ever quite expected.

Marked For Later

🍋Model Apparitions by @guccifloralsuits - 3.1k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Ex-Model Spencer, Ex-CIA Spencer, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Angst, Mystery, First Meetings, Episode: S1E6 LDSK

Dr. Spencer Reid, Hotch called him. Apparent genius and ex-CIA. Three PhDs to his title and over 6 years of prior agency experience. 22 years old, assigned straight to the most prestigious unit in the FBI. According to Gideon: “The most brilliant mind I’ve had the chance to witness.” (It does nothing to dispel Morgan’s concern).

🍌you can cry into my shirt by evangelx - 2.4k, 2ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Cheating/Infidelity, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Abandonment Issues, Protective Derek Morgan, Sad Spencer Reid, Fluff, Angst, Pre-Relationship

Derek overhears that Spencer was cheated on. Now he wants to help.

My Fics

🍰let him be soft (and let him be mine) - 4.5k, 2ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer, Reid, Hurt/Comfort, Abandonment Issues, Crying, Injured Derek, Hurt Spencer, Self-Sacrifice, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Protective Derek, Some Religious Imagery & Symbolism

After Derek pulls another self-sacrificing stunt at the culmination of their most recent case, Spencer runs out of their apartment as he desperately grapples with how it makes him feel.

or; Derek's self-sacrificing tendencies meet Spencer's abandonment issues. It gets messy before it gets better.

🧁The Colour of Healing is Yellow - 3.6k, 1ch, Gen / Aaron Hotchner & Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid Whump, Major Character Injury, Assault, Recovery, Aftermath of Violence, Trauma, Protective Aaron Hotchner, Dad Hotch, Crying, Hospitals, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff

After a violent assault, Spencer's stuck in a hospital bed, and Hotch is stuck watching him suffer, powerless to change what's passed, desperate to change Spencer's future.

This fic follows the police visiting Spencer, his fear in the aftermath of his assault, Penelope being the best friend ever, and the eventual end to his hospital stay. Part Two to the Colours Series.

🍦Rain is a Chance to be Touched - 3.4k, 1/17ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Hurt Spencer, Angst, Getting Together, Protective Aaron Hotchner, Fighting, Making Up, Fluff, Domesticity, Season/Series 05, Angst with a Happy Ending (Lots of TWs // WIP)

When Spencer is shot in the knee and Hotch's whole family comes under attack, the depression that's been slowly creeping up on him over the last couple of months takes over, shrouding him in a dark cloud he can't escape.

Hotch finally realises what's going on, but before he can say anything Spencer leaves the BAU. He throws himself into the life of the younger man, desperate to make him happy again, but will their budding new relationship actually blossom? And is Spencer's relationship with the team broken forever?

taglist: @criminalmindsvibez @suburban--gothic @takeyourleap-of-faith @negativefouriq @makaylajadewrites @iamrenstark @livrere-blue @hotchseyebrows @reidology @spencerspecifics @bau-gremlin @goobzoop @marsjareau @garcias-bitch @oliverbrnch @physics-magic @sbeno22 @im-autistic-not-stupid (taglist form)

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cunningambitousdetermined · 3 years ago

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i need a plot for this

yall so ive been trying really hard to get back into writing and i went to a writing camp this summer. im going to post a poem that i wrote there later bc im super proud of it but right now i have something else i need help with. SO basically there was a prompt about someone finding a letter or a note. that’s the prompt. so i wrote something, really liked it BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO TAKE IT FROM HERE. my basic ideas involve the two characters meeting each other again to do SOMETHING WHICH I DONT KNOW and slowly arcane (youll see when you read the story below) thaws and falls in love with kalon and kalon has always been in love with her and its like best friends to enemies to friends to lovers ya know? ANYWAY if you dont hate me for being inactive and needy, please read this and help me.

Dear Arcane,

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? 10 years. Wow. I don’t even know if you’ll ever get this, you could’ve moved. You could be dead. Oh god, that’s dark. You’re not dead, someone would’ve told me, I’m sure. So that must mean that there’s a good chance you have this, but I’m not even sure if you’ll read it.

He was right, as he most often was. Arcane had not planned to read the letter from the moment she read her name on the envelope, written in a neat sort of messy handwriting that could only come from one person. The letter had been sitting at her desk for a week before memories began to drown her and she knew she had to open it.

That’s not the point though, I’m sure you’ll read this. You’ve always been a sucker for the intimacy of written letters. Maybe that’s why I wrote to you instead of calling.

Arcane closed her eyes, the pounding of the memories at the door slowly consuming her. She took a deep breath and let them in. The whispers started to fill the room, every word echoing off the walls, like her past had become a living, breathing thing in her room. How could he write her now? After all these years. Anger reared it's small head in the back of her mind. How could he be so casual as if he wasn't the boy who ripped her heart out and tore it to pieces.

Maybe it’s because I did read all the letters you wrote to me. Even after the voicemails stopped filling my phone and the emails ran dry, your letters kept coming.

She remembers writing those letters, the pen shaking in her hand as it hit the paper. She remembers wondering what you said to someone like him, a friend who left you behind. The squeeze in her chest that tightened each time he didn’t reply. The break in her heart when the last letter she ever wrote was returned to her doorstep.

If you’ve read this far without tearing my letter to pieces, then I would say this is a good start to our reunion. I’ve missed you. Your stubborn ways, always trying to keep me safe. But you always came with me wherever I went anyway. I miss your secret smile, the one you saved just for me. The treehouse we built in your yard. Do you miss that? I wonder if you wonder about me. I wonder if I can even ask that of you.

She did miss them. But, those things that she missed were long gone. The treehouse was overgrown with vines, Arcane was sure you couldn’t even get into it anymore. She went with him on his stupid adventures because what would she do if he left and met new people? He would leave her and she would be alone. So she desperately followed him blindly, hoping it would keep him close. Arcane missed her secret smile, the genuine one she had always saved for him. He missed it. How could he miss something that he destroyed. With his one and only letter to her, he demolished any leftover love for him that hid in her heart. He couldn’t ask if Arcane wondered about him. That wasn’t fair. That night, ten years ago, was still a raw wound in her soul that she was pretty sure would never heal.

The rain was relentless that night, banging against every edge of the house, but a little girl was waiting by the door, not even flinching as the lightning and thunder clapped furiously. Arcane peeked her head above the window frame to find the mailman running through the storm, his frantic steps pounding through the floor of the house. Her eyes lit up with a hope that was slowly fading with each mail drop. She opened the door and hid the small smile that started to spread up her face with a cough.

“Hi, Dan!” Arcane’s voice gave away the excitement that was flooding her system.

“Hey, Arcane.” Dan couldn’t help the pitiful grin that he gave her. She waited by the door for him every day and each day there was no letter for her. It must be soul-crushing, he thought, waiting for a letter that never comes.

“Is there…?” Arcane was practically on her tiptoes at this point. Dan rifled through the letters, dread settling as her name wasn’t there. Again. And then there was a squeal. “Oh, Dan! I found it! I knew- I knew it- I told them!” Her sentences didn’t even come out fully as she beamed, her smile brighter than any ray of the sun.

Arcane had run into the house, a breeze following in her wake. Plopping down into the soft plush couch, she ripped open the envelope, not caring about the paper that flew everywhere in the room. A paper fluttered out, floating toward the ground. Arcane grabbed it, hands shaking, she could practically feel the sweat dripping down her face. Words were the easiest way to break someone. The letter only contained eleven words, yet they would stick with her for the rest of her life.

Stop writing me. None of it was real. You were nothing.

Eleven words. And they shattered her. Crumbling, shattering, a million pieces breaking. Sobs racked through her whole body, her chest shaking and trembling with each broken breath. She caught her face in the mirror hanging off the pale wall and didn’t recognize the girl that stared back. You were nothing. A scream tore through her, the ache of her heart so raw that even the sun seemed to cry, rain dripping onto the panes of the windows. And slowly, so very slowly, Arcane buried the ache and gathered the shattered pieces of her heart and encased them in an impenetrable cage, never to opened again.

The ache was still present now, ten years after the letter had arrived. The dullness of her buried hurt made her clench her fists around the letter that sat in her hand now, the same lopsided handwriting adorning it.

But, that’s not why I’m writing this letter. I’m writing this with an actual purpose, if you can imagine that. I didn't just write to rehash our friendship.

Arcane could feel her eyes narrowing, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the inanimate piece of paper. An actual purpose? To break her heart all over again? This time she did roll her eyes, even though no one was there to see it. But, it wasn’t the fact that he wrote her after all these years or that his tone was friendly throughout that made her body freeze. It was the last line that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention.

In all the years that Arcane had known him, he'd never been very dependent. He often just struggled in silence and figured them out on his own. Not once, not ever, had has asked for help. But, there the sentence was inked in his slanted, loopy writing.

I need your help.

Love,

Kalon

~~everything below here is stuff that doesnt have to be a part of the story but i still liked it and where it was going (idk please give me ideas)~~

The quiet, shock of the room seemed to weigh on Arcane. She flopped back onto her bed, the soft pillows cushioning her landing. I need your help. Those few, simple words, tugged at the strings that bound her heart. He needed her. The thought was fleeting as just as quickly as it came, it left. In its spot was anger. Now he needed her? After all those years when she needed him? What did he do then? Nothing. And that’s what she was going to do now. She huffed in satisfaction, tossing the envelope to the side. Her fingers reached into her hair, massaging her head. There were too many things to think about right now. Arcane squeezed her eyes shut as memories stung her eyes in the form of tears.

“Please, don’t leave me.” Arcane had whispered, her small breaths filling the one room of the treehouse.

“I don’t have a choice. You know I don’t want to go.” Kalon’s voice broke and he looked away so Arcane couldn’t see the tears in his eyes. It was silent.

“We’ll still be best friends right?”

“Yeah.” Kalon’s reply didn’t hold much conviction, causing Arcane to look over at him, confused, glossy eyes narrowing.

“To the moon and back, Kal, remember?” She said, her tone desperate. It was a promise they made one night as they were watching some cheesy movie on the old television set. The boy had told the girl that he loved her too ‘the moon and back’. Kalon had then explained that the two characters said that so that they would never be apart. They could meet at the same moon, always and then they could go back. And then, they would never be fully apart. Arcane had liked that. So naturally, she had grabbed Kal’s face and made him promise that they would go ‘to the moon and back’ if they were ever apart. It became a goodbye for them, a way of saying ‘I’ll see you soon’.

“Yeah,” Kal had replied, a smile barely curling through his lips, “I’ll race ya there.”

She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, letting her memories flow down her cheeks and into the bedsheets, but eventually she had to get up. She pulled herself up and off the bed, limbs protesting at the use. She just needed a few days is all, then she wouldn’t even remember what she was crying for. Kalon didn’t mean anything to her anymore.

thank you for reading this far, i love all of you. just throw out ideas please. or give me some advice, i would love that. whether its about my writing or the plot i would love to have tips and constructive criticism on how to get better! tagging some moots who i hope dont hate me after this below the cut:

@natashxromanovf @pad-foots @griffxnnage @voidmalfoy @flxss-bxbblxs @alwaysreading @herondalesunsetcurve THANKS YALL I LOVE YOU MORE THEN I EXPRESS AND I DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT DESERVE ALL OF YOU AND YOUR LOVE

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aadmelioraa · 3 years ago

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CAN I ASK FOR BOTH 1 AND 2 WITH ALDFLAED PLS IM BEGGING

YES YOU CAN!! 1 + 2 being: a conversation you wish had happened in canon + expression of love.

This turned into a whole thing, whoops.

Read below, or on ao3.

Hope (Aethelflaed x Aldhelm, rated T, 1.5k)

When finally she sees Aldhelm again it does her heart good. Despite her insistence to the contrary, the thought that he may have succumbed to his injury crosses Aethelflaed’s mind more than once in the weeks that pass between their meetings.

He’s speaking with one of the guard at the other side of the courtyard and when his eyes flick towards her briefly a restrained smile flits across his face.

She walks towards him at a leisurely pace, waiting for the other man to take his leave before she approaches too close.

He greets her with a bow of his head, bending at the waist by force of habit and grimacing slightly as he does.

“Please do not trouble yourself,” she says, laying a hand on his arm without thinking. He stands as if turned to stone, and she pulls her hand away, heart racing. Despite their exposure, something about this encounter feels even more intimate than their last. She had not expected that.

“Lady. Your victory was well-told.” Aldhelm’s voice is warm, though his eyes remain as shrewd as ever.

“You are looking nearly healed,” she says, no interest in discussing matters of war for now. “I am glad of it.”

His eyes are fixed on her as he replies, “I have recovered, thanks to you.”

“I could not very well have let you bleed to death on my floor,” she chides gently. “If you had wanted to meet your end, you ought to have gone elsewhere.”

He huffs a laugh, followed by another painful grimace, but this time she refrains from reaching out.

“Your husband is within,” he says, glancing towards the palace.

Aethelflaed frowns. “Why have you returned, Aldhelm? Do you not fear he may strike again?”

And as he meets her eyes, she knows the answer, and it sends a familiar quiver through her the way his confession had those weeks ago.

He’s returned for her. Out of duty to her, and to Mercia—they are one and the same to him. It is equal parts calculated and reckless to slink back to the side of the man who’d tried to kill him—who’d tried to kill them both. But she was here, and so was he, and their reasons were not so dissimilar.

“I will happily leave if you have an errand for me,” he says, a hint of levity entering his tone. “But otherwise, my place is here.”

“I have no errand for you,” she replies, narrowing her eyes as she shakes her head. “My only orders were to stay alive, and so far you have not failed me.”

A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth again, this time he barely fights it. “If you are pleased, then so am I.”

She sweeps by him with one last glance as she says, “I must greet my husband. I am sure he will be as happy to see me alive as he was to see you.”

And though his face is gone from view, she can see his gentle smile deepen clearly in her mind’s eye.

***

Aldhelm retires that evening well after the rest of the household has gone to bed. He had hoped to catch one more glance of Aethelflaed as he sat by the fire, but she had vanished some time ago.

When he reaches his room something stays his hand at the door. It is closed, as he’d left it, but his years of soldiering had made him attuned to any small changes in his surroundings, and it has saved his life too many times for him to second-guess his instincts.

He draws his weapon and pushes the door open gingerly. He had been right. The room is not empty.

Aethelflaed sits on the edge of his bed mending a tunic—his tunic—and looking so at ease he nearly questions whether by some trick he’d arrived in her room instead of his own.

“You do not sleep, Aldhelm?” she asks easily, glancing up from her work just long enough to cause the color to rise in his face.

He returns his knife to his belt and closes the door behind him, not sure he should, but certain it cannot remain open. “I found myself lost in thought. But you, Lady, are also awake. Do you not sleep either?”

Aldhelm steps closer, heart pounding, and sees the garment she’s mending is the robe he’d been wearing that fateful night in Winchester. The bloodstain, by some miracle, had disappeared after vigorous scrubbing with ash and cold water, but the jagged rift in the fabric had remained, Aldhelm finding himself strangely averse to repairing it. The gash was an echo of the scar on his own body which served as a warning that might reinforce his better judgement should he find himself again at odds with Aethelred. A warning which now has been turned into a message with quite a different tone. Wounds will heal, rifts will be repaired, and his heart will continue beating for a singular purpose—he can no longer deny it does. He had admitted it to her, those weeks ago, now he has admitted it to himself.

“You needn’t trouble yourself.” Objection is futile for many reasons, not least of which is the mesmerizing effect that her elegant and efficient needlework has on him.

“It’s no trouble,” she replies. “And I’m nearly done.” Indeed, as she speaks she pulls the final stitch and inspects her work. “There. You can hardly tell.”

When she offers him the garment he accepts, and it feels somehow heavier than he remembers. Her hands linger near his, fingers buried in the folds of the fabric.

“My lady, you endanger yourself by being here.” He cannot help but remind her.

She lifts an eyebrow in that authoritative way of hers. “You ought to worry for yourself more than you do me, Aldhelm.” And as she traces along the line of her stitches her fingers brush his.

He’s struck suddenly by a memory from several years ago: Aethelflaed in profile, sitting atop her horse as she commands the Mercian fyrd. Something about her expression now makes it impossible for him not to recall that moment. He wonders if perhaps that was the moment when his heart had begun to turn towards her. He cannot be sure, for he had found himself ambushed by sentiment before he’d even realized that his affections had been capable of attaching themselves to such an object.

“I should let you rest.” That thoughtful line he has come to love so well has appeared between her brows.

“I am honored to have been visited by such a careful seamstress,” he says, taking a step back to allow her aside.

She smiles slightly. “I was told as a child to make my stitches neat, or they would not hold.”

“Precision is a strong suit of yours, I have noticed,” he remarks, awed that still she does not leave.

“Not, however, of my husband’s,” she replies, her tone darkly humorous. “And thank God for that.”

“Why are you here, Lady?” The question is as blunt as it is inevitable. It is late, and he is tired, and she is too exceptional not to be aware the effect she has on him.

Her expression turns sober, and he curses himself for his candor. “My apologies, I did not mean—“

She shakes her head. “Do not apologize. You are right, I should not be here."

“You do not intend to tell me why you’ve broached propriety for such a small task?” Aldhelm asks, folding the length of the garment in half and setting it aside.

“It is not a small task,” she replies, and lays a hand on his chest.

He places his hand atop hers as if to confirm he had not imagined it her touch.

“I should let you rest,” she repeats, but instead of moving away, she moves closer.

“You should rest as well,” he replies. “But only after you reveal your true purpose.”

Her eyes crease with a smile. “Do you suspect me of duplicity?”

“If you no longer suspect me, I feel compelled to maintain the balance myself.”

She breathes a laugh, but her grave look returns.

“If I were a more hopeful man,” he brushes his thumb along the curve of her cheek, “I’d invent some foolish reason for your presence.”

“Perhaps, Aldhelm,” she says, and his heart leaps at the sound of his name on her tongue, “Perhaps you may allow yourself a little foolishness, on this occasion only.”

He gently lifts her chin towards him. Her eyes are bright and clear, no trace of uncertainty in her face.

“I am afraid I shall play the fool too well,” he murmurs.

She rises on her toes to kiss him. “I have no doubt you will regain your reason, before long.”

And he wraps his arms around her and gives in to hope, at least for a night.

#the last kingdom #aethelflaed x aldhelm #aethelflaed #aldhelm #tlk fic #marv-llous #the expression of love is not quite overt but i hope this fits the bill!#kat writes

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sokkas-sword · 4 years ago

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flickers (chapter two)

sokka x female reader

summary: after spending some time healing from her injuries from the dam incident, y/n begins travelling across the earth kingdom to see if she can help in the war

warnings: injuries, fighting, mentions of death

wc: 6.1k (a CHUNKY chapter i’m ngl)

masterlist

prologue - chapter one --- chapter three

a/n: im really bad with the timeline of the show so sorry about that but lets just pretend it matches up and move on // also this is a proper filler chapter that im not a huge fan off and yet i still spent ages on it so i guess i hope yous still enjoy? // also i aim to write more over my christmas break but with the horrible amount of work i have to do for my exams in january combined with this being the first time im seeing my family since august i’m not sure how much i will actually be able to write but fingers crossed :)

She woke up with a groan, her whole body was completely stiff and everything hurt. Forcing her eyes open she was met with the canvas of a tent, the shadows of a campfire outside providing a small amount of light in the small space.

She sat up, the thin sheet that was covering her falling off and revealing her body in its underwrappings, large, dark bruises covering the majority of her skin. But it was her right leg covered in a bandage that grabbed her attention - it wasn’t bleeding anymore so Ria must have stitched it up, but she couldn’t stop the impulse to poke it. Unsurprisingly, as her finger made contact with the bandaged area, she hissed in pain, mentally scolding herself for her own stupidity as she pulled away, especially as whenever she has an injury she seems to do the exact same thing, never really learning from the mistake.

Before she could think about standing up, Ria’s face poked into the tent, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw her awake, “Oh, you’re up! How are you feeling?”

“Like I had a fist fight with a badger mole and lost miserably.”

The healer laughed, coming into the tent fully and handing her a satchel of water, “I was really worried you know, it was lovely what you did for that woman and animal, but-“ she flicked y/n’s forehead lightly, “never do something so stupid again please.”

“Not sure I can make that promise.” She flashed a smile at her friend who only rolled her eyes, face sobering slightly as she went to unwrap the bandage to change it.

Silence enveloped the pair as Ria examined the wound, apparently satisfied with the lack of infection and the stitches as she nodded to herself.

“Alright it looks good,” she said, “but you’re still going to have to be careful with putting your weight on it for a few weeks, and preferably don’t get into any fights or run into a town that’s about to be flooded with water.”

She playfully glared at her older friend, ready to say something in return when another head looked into the tent, one of the town’s elders if her memory served her correctly.

“The meeting is about to begin Ria,” he nodded towards y/n, “she can attend too if she wants.”

And just like that he left as quickly as he arrived, leaving her to look at her friend in confusion, “What meeting?”

“Well you’ve actually been unconscious for about a week-“

“What?!”

Ria held her hand up to stop her from interrupting, “Yes your injuries did a number on you, but the town has been hosting meetings most nights since the dam incident, trying to figure out whether we try and rebuild next to the river or if we travel somewhere else to live. We’re currently using all the tents we could find for our camp, but there are too many people at the moment - some have already left or are at least planning to.”

She stood up accepting her friend’s help as she tried to dress herself in a light green tunic, like usual the long sleeves and trousers covering the old scars from training and now the new bruises too, “What about the fire nation soldiers?”

“Oh they left on the first night, they had one use for our village, and now it’s not there they couldn’t have cared less about us. Can’t say I’m not relieved they’re gone though, so far you’re the only person from the Fire Nation I’ve met who is actually nice.” She gave a playful wink, causing y/n to smile - she had told her about most of her past, leaving out certain moments obviously, but even after learning this Ria had still been kind to her, their age gap of around 10 years just causing the woman to treat her like a little sister.

She had once had an older brother, Chenu, but he had died when she was about 11years old, fighting as part of the fire nation army. She could remember how he cared for her and made her feel loved before he left, but almost everything else - his voice, his laugh, what he looked like - were all very distant memories. Looking back on this time, she knew that this is what caused her family to truly splinter apart, it hadn’t been great before Chenu’s death but when they received the news, her mother barely spoke for months, whilst her father - he only became more cruel. Only getting worse as the years went on. But nothing compared to when her mother also died, a year before she ran away, succumbing to a sickness that had spread through the capital city, and her father, seeing that he was just left with his daughter, had become the evil man who still haunted her nightmares. She shivered at the memory of her father, Spirits knew what he would do to her if she ever saw him again after running away from home, he had always seemed to dislike her, even if she was a prodigy in multiple forms of combat, including her firebending and sword. No, the only time he’d ever seemed slightly proud of her was when she was welcomed into the home of the Fire Lord to train with his two children, Zuko and Azula.

She was around the same age as Zuko so originally had spent more time with him, becoming quite close in the process, and she probably considered him the closest friend she had ever had in the Fire Nation, and maybe, if he hadn’t been banished, it could’ve turned into something other than friendship. But she was a different person to who she used to be, and she’s certain that after a few years of banishment, the same would go for her friend - and she knew that they wouldn’t ever be able to work in that way, but it didn’t stop her from missing him on the days where her mind strayed away from the present.

Azula, on the other hand, had been a very different relationship for her. The princess, although two years younger, was as talented, if not more, at fire bending and so they had spent many days sparring with each other. At first, Azula had seemed to like her, maybe even considering her a friend, but as the years went on she became crueler and more violent, actually injuring y/n on purpose on a few occasions. So although she had wanted to connect with the girl, there wasn’t much she could do, other than keep training with her. It didn’t help that Azula had seen that she preferred her brother to her, their sparring sessions with his broadswords and her sword and dagger always filled with laughter and teasing instead of the serious attitude she had with the princess.

She became sad as she wondered what had become of Azula in the capital city - no mother, no brother, no uncle, only a cruel father who was probably shaping her into a tool in this war. And that was where the similarities between the two girls began and ended - the princess still suffered through this manipulation and awful parenting, where as she had escaped, busy on working to improve herself in any way she can, keeping her anger at bay where possible in case the monster her father had helped create resurfaced.

Ria’s fingers snapped in front of her face, jolting her out of the memories, her eyebrows scrunched in worry for her friend.

She gave a small smile, “I’m good don’t worry.”

Ria didn’t seem to believe it but left it alone, beckoning her to follow her to where the meeting would take place.

Y/n was silent the whole meeting, not feeling like she could input her thoughts on what the village should now do, and she hated to say it but she was considering leaving - making it easier for them with less mouths to feed and she had been thinking about heading to a bigger place, maybe even Ba Sing Se for a while now. Bumping into the avatar and friends had reignited a fire in her she had almost forgotten about - she wanted, no needed, to do more to help, she couldn’t just sit by any longer and watch this war play out. The only thing holding her back was Ria - the closest thing she had to a family currently, but she had learnt all the basic medical training and even some more advanced techniques from the woman now and y/n knew that no matter how happy she was here with her friend, she had to do more in the fight against the Fire Nation.

Whilst she was weighing the advantages and disadvantages to leaving in her head, the meeting had come to an end, Ria looking at her with concern once again, as if she could see the inner turmoil her friend was facing.

She still had a few weeks until she had to make her final decision anyway, her body needed to heal, there was nothing she could do until she could walk comfortably without holding onto the healer for assistance.

———

The last few weeks had come and gone without many issues - more people had left the camp but no Fire Nation soldiers made an appearance and so those left from the village had been mildly happy. Construction had begun on their ‘replacement’ village - this time the buildings were being built next to the river, but not close enough they would have to worry about flooding again.

However, as the villagers moral increased, y/n felt worse and worse as the days passed - not physically, no, she was almost back to normal, her leg no longer hurting underneath her full weight, but emotionally and mentally she had been struggling.

Whilst the villagers had been rebuilding, she had been on bed rest, and then when she was slightly healthier, the villagers had pushed her to the sidelines - it wasn’t their fault, with no earth bending she was almost useless and her other skills weren’t exactly useful with no soldiers around. And so a week into this process she had made the definitive decision she was going to leave as soon as she was healthy enough. She had decided to head to Ba Sing Se - she could either work in a medical centre in the city to help in that respect, or find a way to fight the Fire Nation however she can along the way. The only thing she hadn’t decided was how to tell Ria she was leaving.

And today was the day she was going to have that conversation. She approached the healer who was busy looking over the plans for the new layout of the town and deciding where to put all the shops or her healing building. She had really found her voice in the past few weeks, even many of the town elders had begun listening to her opinions and instructions, and y/n couldn’t help but be proud of her friend.

She looked up from the parchment in her hands, smiling when she saw y/n approach her, “Hey”

“Hi,” she sat opposite her friend, “What task have you taken on today, oh great leader?”

Ria stuck her tongue out at her, “I’m just trying to figure out how many houses we should build - like, should we do enough for the people here now, or make more just in case other people come and live here?”

“I am definitely not the person to ask these questions to,” she chuckled, “but if you want my opinion, I’d say you can always build more later on as it’d be better to get everyone here now into a house before you think about other people.”

She nodded her head, looking back at the document before speaking again, “You’re not going to be needing a house are you?”

Y/n choked in surprise, was she that obvious? “No I don’t think so, what gave it away?”

“You’ve been more quiet than I’ve ever seen you these past few weeks, and even though I don’t want you to leave, I understand this isn’t the life for you.”

Ria smiled sadly at her, taking her hand in hers, “But I will always be here if you need me, Spirits knows this town might fall apart without me staying here at this point so you’ll definitely know where to find me,” she let out a small laugh, “where are you going to go?”

“I think I’ll head towards Ba Sing Se, try and help with the war in whatever way I can, I just-“ she steadied her breathing, “you’ve helped me in so many ways, including dragging me out the darkness I was submerged in when we met, and I don’t want to leave you, I’ll miss you.”

There were tears falling down both their cheeks now, neither of them strong enough in this moment to keep them in, “I’ll miss you too hun, so much. But you will always have a place here with me if you need it - always have a friend in me no matter where you are.”

The two pulled each other into a tight hug, “We will see each other again, I’ll make sure of it. I love you Ria.”

“Love you too my little apprentice.”

They both laughed into each other’s shoulders before pulling away, y/n standing to go to her tent to collect her things, wiping her eyes as she turned away.

———

She had said goodbye to her friend almost a month ago now, and trekking across the Earth Kingdom on her own had given her way too much time to think.

She had originally planned to head straight to Full Moon Bay to catch the ferry to Ba Sing Se, but at the very beginning of her journey she had seen how some towns and villages were truly struggling during the war, and so she had been stopping when she could - maybe to stick up for a defenceless person some soldier was attacking, or to offer the small amount of knowledge she possessed about healing when she came across anyone who might need it. And that was how she ended up in a small town near Omashu, the complete opposite side of the Earth Kingdom to Ba Sing Se.

The town was small, it reminded her a little of Gaipan before everything had happened, the people there seemed happy enough, but there were a few Fire Nation soldiers dotted around making sure people were kept in line that seemed to keep the people on edge. She hadn’t even planned to stop here, then again she never really did, but earlier that morning she had come across two children, around the ages of 5 and 8, and they had been crying for help. The 8 year old boy had fallen down a steep cliff, breaking his ankle, unable to move very far, and the 5 year old girl was too young to be relied on to help.

She had no idea why they were almost a mile or so out of the village but only a person with no heart would have left them there, and so she had approached cautiously, not wanting to scare them. Learning their names to be Ichiro and Aki, she quickly improvised a splint for the boy’s ankle, listening to them talk about their lives. The two children were very chatty - they were siblings and apparently Ichiro had wanted to show his little sister a ‘cool hide-out’ he had seen when he’d come out here before. She learnt about the rest of their family too, they had two older brothers, one was 14, the other 17, and both were busy working in the nearby mine and their mother was too ill to move from her bed apparently.

Her heart broke when she heard this, knowing all too well what it was like to see a mother bed-ridden from an illness, but she was mainly thankful she had come across the children. Who knew when it would be discovered they were gone and not where they should be - something even worse than a broken ankle could have happened, and so here she was, Ichiro on her back and Aki walking by her side as they told her the way to their home.

It was almost evening by the time they arrived, she had barely knocked on the door before it was swung open by a boy her age, his skin was pale, his brown hair fell down to his broad shoulders, and she could tell he had been running his hand through it frequently. He was tense as he looked at her, but before he could do anything Aki was engulfing him in a hug, shouting his name, “Rai!”

She smiled as she watched the little reunion, saw the boy, Rai, relax into the hug, squeezing his little sister tightly before spotting Ichiro peeking over y/n’s shoulder, and his smile became even brighter.

Removing himself from his sister’s hold he moved to help get his little brother from her back, and as soon as that weight was removed she almost collapsed in relief, how in all the spirits names had I managed to carry him for that long?

Rai eyed the splint on his brother’s leg, quickly glancing at her before turning to his siblings, the smile no longer on his face “Where have you two been?! When Jiro and I got back from the mine you two weren’t here and Mum didn’t even know you were gone - you had us worried sick! We were about to go and look for you.”

The two children looked down at their feet, shoulders sagged with guilt, “It was my fault,” Ichiro spoke up, “I wanted to show Aki the place you showed to me the other week, but I fell down a small cliff face and got hurt so we couldn’t get back. I’m sorry.”

It was clear the young boy was doing his best not to cry in front of his brother, but the shake to his voice proved the opposite and all anger fell from his older brother’s face, “Hey, it’s okay, you’re back now and that’s what matters - and I have a feeling she might have something to do with that.” He had nodded in her direction as he spoke, she had taken a few steps away, not wanting to intrude on their family moment but as soon as she saw this she moved forward once again, giving a small awkward wave.

“Oh right! This is y/n - she’s so great, she found us at that cliff, gave us some food and water, helped my leg slightly with what she called a ‘splint’ and then carried me all the way here. We didn’t even stop, so that means she’s like super strong. And I really like her so can she stay for dinner? Pleasseeee.” The boy was talking about a mile a minute and y/n, unlike his two siblings, was struggling to process every word he said, although she had heard and enjoyed the compliment about her strength. Normally, she wouldn’t want to impose on a family, but she was hungry and the improvised splint she’d given Ichiro was not her best work; and she found that she liked this family so far, they clearly loved each other and it made her feel warmth in her stomach that she hadn’t felt since she last saw Ria - so even if it was for one night she wanted to stay.

“If you have medical supplies I can also treat your brother’s ankle properly in repayment for the food.” She smiled at the three siblings, the eldest being more sceptical about her, but like always, the wants of the youngest prevailed and she was invited in.

The younger siblings ran (or limped in Ichiro’s case) to what she assumed was the kitchen, and probably where the other boy was as excited shouts were heard moments later, Rai turned to her as they walked into the small house.

“I’m Raiden by the way, although you can call me Rai.” The boy held out his hand for her which she happily took, smiling and giving her name again.

“Okay well the medical supplies are in the kitchen where my other brother Jiro is, so you can quickly meet him before you help Ichiro if that’s alright?”

“Yeah sounds good,” she smiled at him, “you have a lovely family by the way, I haven’t smiled as much as I did today with your siblings than I have in a long time, it was nice.”

There was a brief flash of sadness on his face before it was replaced with a grin, “Jiro and I are certain they’re the embodiment of chaos but at least someone who isn’t family likes them.”

She gave a small laugh as they entered the kitchen, Jiro smiled at her, apparently already filled in about the situation by his younger siblings. They briefly introduced themselves to each other before he turned to start making dinner, ordering his sister to fetch the ingredients he needed and Rai went through the cupboards looking for their medical supplies.

“Alright,” he handed her the box, “you can set up on the chairs over there, and I will get some water for you.”

She bent down to hold the young boy’s waist, helping him to move over to the chairs Rai had pointed at, and as soon as he was sat down she began to work. She could feel eyes on her, watching her movements as she removed the splint, cleaning the dirt off the leg and examining how bad it was, and honestly, it could have been worse. It wasn’t even a full break, more of a small fracture, so if the boy was careful it could heal as good as new within 6 weeks.

She relayed this information onto him, and Rai who had come to stand near them, as she made a new brace, using bandages to hold it into place as best she could. Both of them thanking her profusely when she stood back up.

She enjoyed dinner thoroughly - Jiro had made a vegetable stew with rice that was easily the nicest meal she had had in over a month, not exactly hard to accomplish as she was not a talented cook but it was still delicious, and the two youngest siblings had bombarded her with questions about her life, initially they were nothing too personal, but when they started asking about her family and past she had frozen. Rai sensing that she had become uncomfortable had quickly turned the conversation to what him and his brother had done in the mine that day and when their eyes met across the table she gave him a small smile in thanks.

It didn’t take long for the evening to come to an end, they had stayed at the table chatting for at least an hour or two, Rai disappearing for a bit with a bowl of food to what she assumed would be for his mother, and now the two youngest were being sent to bed, Jiro helping his little brother walk to their room. This had left her and Rai in silence, not uncomfortable or awkward, just an easy silence as they began cleaning up the mess in the kitchen.

“You don’t have to help you know.” He eyed her wiping down the table from where he stood at the sink.

“But I want to, and it’s the least I can do for being given such a nice meal.”

“Carrying my injured brother whilst watching over my sister and then treating said injured brother is definitely enough repayment, which I don’t think I thanked you for earlier actually, so thank you, so much, I’m not sure what I would’ve done if I had lost them.”

“It was no problem really.” She smiled at him as she finished wiping the table, turning away to look at the room properly.

Her eyes caught on a stand holding a falchion sword, she approached it and was too busy admiring the metal work on the golden hilt that she didn’t even notice Rai come to stand next to her until he spoke.

“It was my father’s sword, he, um, died in the war but the sword made it’s way back to us, I have my own so I never use it but it’s nice to have a piece of him you know?”

Her heart clenched in her chest, will she ever stop coming across people who have been hurt by the fire nation?

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know whether she was apologising for the actions of her nation, for the loss she recognised in his eyes or because he seemed to have taken up the mantle of main caregiver in the house, especially with his ill mother. It was probably all of the above.

“It’s okay, I can tell you’ve experienced loss too, you don’t have to talk about it though if you don’t want to.”

“Um my brother died in the war as well when I was young and then a few years ago my mother succumbed to a sickness that spread through our city.”

He looked at her with sadness before taking her hand in his own, showing he would listen if she wanted to talk, but instead she remained silent. She had never been overly talkative about her emotions or past so even though there was a small part of her that wanted to someone about it, especially someone who could understand, she didn’t. And she felt that if she did let her wall down slightly, she was scared that in her emotion she would let something slip that could indicate where she was from and this was not a risk she wanted to take with the nice earth kingdom boy that night.

They spoke for a couple hours more that night, y/n only ever giving half truths to the questions he asked, but he was just happy to talk to someone his own age, the fact that he found her beautiful was an added benefit.

She was laying on a sleeping mat they had lent her as she though back on the evening, she smiled as she thought about her and Raiden’s intertwined hands as they spoke, at the small kiss on the cheek he had given her before retiring to his own room. It was bittersweet really - she was going to have to leave tomorrow, even though she wished she could stay with this family for slightly longer, but it was for the best, for both her and them. They didn’t know who she was, not truly, and they certainly wouldn’t like her if they did. So yes it was best to leave before anyone got attached.

Her mind thought of her mother’s kind eyes as she fell into asleep, her dreams showed her memories she cherished but like normal it didn’t take long for the dreams to take a turn - her father shouting at her, her mother’s funeral, the fire nation citizen with blood pouring out of his nec-.

She sat up, her grip on her dagger tight as she tried to calm her breathing before she could disturb anyone in the house, and like usual, when she turned to the window the sun was already beginning to rise, her body was consistent with rising with the sun at least. The sun wasn’t what caught her attention though, no it was the glint of a fire nation soldier’s helmet that pushed all thoughts out of her head as she jumped to her feet.

She couldn’t be here, what if the soldiers recognised her? Not necessarily by name or looks, but she had been fighting multiple soldiers on her journey across the earth kingdom, there’s the slim chance they were looking for her. Quickly grabbing her weapons to attach them at her side along with her bag, she considered leaving straight away, but worried for the family she left behind so instead headed to the room she knew all four siblings shared.

As quietly as possible she moved through the room, only wanting to wake Rai, hoping he would tell his siblings where she had gone when they woke up and found that she had left.

She shook his shoulder as gently as possible to wake him, and when she was met with his confused brown eyes she held her finger to her lips indicating for him to be quiet as she began whispering, “I just saw some Fire Nation soldiers,” his eyes widened but as he opened his mouth to speak she put her hand over it, “don’t panic I think they might be here for me, but even if they aren’t, me being here is putting you and your family in danger so I have to go, I just thought I should say goodbye first.”

She removed her hand from his mouth and as she turned to leave he grabbed her hand whirling her to face him, “I have a feeling nothing I say will make you stay, so at least be safe,” he pulled her in for a quick hug, “I’ll tell the others when they wake up where you’ve gone. It was a pleasure meeting you y/n.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you and your family as well, and I hope to see you again one day, but I have to go.” She locked eyes with him one more time before turning away and leaving the small house through a door facing away from the street and soldiers milling about.

She watched the soldiers from behind a building - they didn’t seem to be doing much, no knocking on doors and demanding to search the few houses in the villages and she didn’t know whether she should leave and disappear into the nearby forest or make herself known and let them chase her away from the village and hopefully they wouldn’t return. Of course if they did know she was there, and they recognised her, there is always the option that they would hurt the people of the village for knowing her? Ugh, why is every decision I have to make so annoying?

In something that could be considered luck in its own twisted way, her decision was made for her. She had been too focused on the soldiers in front of her, that she had ignored all her training and now one was stood behind her holding a knife to her neck.

“What do we have here?” He snarled into her ear, his dirty breath wafting towards her nose and it took everything she had not to gag.

She didn’t answer him, instead used all her strength to step down onto his foot, and in his shock she swung her head backwards, his nose breaking at the contact. The knife at her neck had drawn blood at this movement, but it wasn’t deep from what she could feel and as the soldiers she had been watching turned at the commotion she knew now was not the time to worry about the cut anyway.

She ran towards the forest, the group of soldiers chasing after her, all shouting obscenities. The cut on her neck was now losing more blood, and that combined with her heavy bag and tiredness was slowing her down. She had no idea if she could outrun them like this, so instead when she came across a small clearing she dropped her bag, removed her sword and daggers from their sheaths and stood in a fighting stance, ready for the soldiers to catch up.

It didn’t take long for them to stumble out of the bush, one of them even tripping over a tree root as he headed towards her and she couldn’t help but laugh at him, maybe this would be an easier fight than she originally thought.

There were 5 of them in total, including the one whose face was now covered in blood from her earlier assault on him, only two of them didn’t take out a weapon - they must be the firebenders of the small patrol then. She may have been outnumbered, but she was certain she could still beat them, even without using her bending, and as the adrenaline ran through her veins, a confident smile appeared on her face as she jumped towards the first bender.

She used the flat side of her blade to move his arm away from her as he tried to shoot a blast of fire, simultaneously bringing her dagger across his other arm cutting through his uniform and as he winced in pain, she took her opportunity to kick him in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground. One down, four to go.

The other soldiers looked at her more apprehensively now, but it didn’t take them long to shake it off - this time the soldier who had tripped over the root charged at her, his sword raised above his head, ready to strike.

She easily sidestepped out the way, turning to kick him in the back with enough force that he fell and didn’t get back up, a second later she ducked, a fire blast sent from behind her singing the top of her hair. She ran at the fire bender, rolling to the ground to avoid the ball of fire he sent her way, and using the momentum of her roll she barrelled into his legs, knocking him face first to the forest floor. She didn’t have too much time to enjoy the sight as the final two soldiers approached her, anger written on their faces.

They attacked her at the same time, her arms aching as she used her dagger to block a strike from the one with the bloody nose, swinging her sword at the other who swiftly stepped out of the way. Kicking the guy from earlier in the gut, satisfied to see him take a few steps back in pain she focused on the other one. It didn’t take long for her to disarm him, twisting her dagger in the hilt of his sword until he dropped it, taking advantage of his lack of weapon’s y/n brought the hilt of her sword down onto his head and watched his eyes roll back as he collapsed.

A growl above the trees distracted her long enough for her last adversary to swipe his knife from earlier across her back. She gasped in pain and quickly turned to face him - that was twice now he had been able to injure her and she was beyond annoyed at herself for allowing that to happen.

“You put up a good fight I’ll give you that, but now it’s time to give up little girl.” His face was smug as he lunged at her.

She ducked under the arm he swung at her, but before she could kick the back of his knees, he had turned around again - he was light on his feet for someone so bulky and maybe if he wasn’t so aggravating she would be impressed.

She snarled at him before jumping at him again, she blocked his sword with her dagger whilst she brought her sword across his thighs, and once he fell to his knees, she brought her own knee up towards his face again, another crack could be heard as her joint made contact with his face. And just like that he was as unconscious as the rest of the group.

The adrenaline left her system almost immediately and it took all her remaining energy to remain standing - both her neck and back were bleeding and her arms were shaking with the weight of her weapons. She knew she had to move away from this area before any of the soldiers got back up but maybe she could spare a few minutes to rest?

Before she even got the chance to sit down, the growl that had distracted her during the fight sounded again - louder this time and as a large shadow was cast over the clearing she was in she reached for her weapons before realising that the shadow belonged to the avatar’s sky bison.

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Trying my best to exist just for you

pairings: reader x Levi

type: angst, fluff

word-count: 2.1k

warnings: cursing, mentions of a dislocated hip, mention of blood, death

A/N: I’m honestly so sleepy right now but really felt like finishing this so I hope its good enough :( my English isn't the best but Im trying also I really don't know what to title this just I’m gonna use a Lorde lyric lmao

Levi looked around anxiously, trying to get any piece of you into view. Even if it was your hair, or your shoulder, just something to ease him. Seconds passed and you still were no where in sight and it drove him absolutely crazy. Erwin passing by quickly and purposely not making eye contact with Levi pissed him off but it made him even more anxious. He was good at not showing it though but his eyes told a different story. ‘Where the fuck are you?’ Levi thought to himself, anxiously waiting seeing the group that had gone out earlier this week pass through, everyone was exhausted but civilians cheered. It was still not enough to lift up the spirits and Levi knew exactly what those looks were of. He tried his best to put the negative thoughts away, not waning to imagine someone telling him that you were gone. Just the thought of it made his chest tighten and his throat run dry. That’s when he saw the crate pulling in those who were hurt and another one following behind that carried those who didn’t make it but whose body were recovered. Hange could feel their friend tense at the sight of both carts occupied, they looked around with concern trying to see if you were in either of them.

The sigh that left their lips once they saw you were in the injured crate was enough to relief them from worry but to Levi it still felt like a stab to the chest. It hurt him seeing you there, bleeding but still trying your best to attend the wounds of others. “Make space!” Someone in the crowd yelled, rushing and trying to get those who were injured to the infirmary. Levi was quick on his feet, following behind trying to get to you. Earlier this week, Erwin had decided to pull you from Levi’s squad to join him for a quick expedition that was suppose to last much longer than four days but shit hit the fan. Everything was rushed, too much had blown up in your guys face and you couldn’t help but feel guilty for not doing enough. You had been one of the first ones to end up harmed, the titan sending you flying with a swat of his hand catching you off guard and immediately disabling you from being able to defend your squad. Some squad members quickly came to your aid but only resulting in fatality. That’s when you really let out a sob, seeing your friends die in front of you because they were trying to protect you. But you didn’t give up there, your left leg barely functioning and with tears in your eyes, you tried your best to get away. To try to avenge your friends but you were quickly swept off your feet by another squad member barely giving you the chance to catch your breath.

Memories came flooding back and you tried your best to hold in your cries, trying to get others into the beds. You ignored your own pain and Levi’s calls to settle down. “Hey.” He said with a stern voice, reaching out to you but you were too busy helping the medic even when they were telling you they had it in control. “Please listen to me.” He pleaded and you complied, facing him with wet tears running down your face and dried blood taking up space of the face Levi adored so much. It pained him, he couldn’t handle seeing you like this. The way you winced while limping and the blood that came rushing from your leg that was most likely broken. Levi carefully swept you up and rushed towards an empty bed with a medic following behind. The tears wouldn’t stop coming, the guilt hurting more than your whole leg being dislocated. Your hand reached out for Levi’s which he gladly took, he brought it up to his cheek letting your cold hand graze his warm cheek. Those four days felt like hell to him but seeing you in pain and bleeding on the bed was on a whole different level. Oh how he wished he could take the pain away from you and let himself go through it instead, he just couldn’t see you like this anymore. It was obvious he was concerned, his emotions that he tried so hard to never show finally being put on display.

Hours passed and it was midnight all of a sudden and after many medics who had tried their best to help you, they finally came to the conclusion that you had dislocated your hip. The crying also stopped but you couldn’t help but feel numb, the only area in your body that was radiating heat came from your leg and from your swollen hip. Levi never left your side, still holding your hand and even cleaning up the blood from your body. Erwin walked in, catching everyone’s attention and to check up on the wounded. He would visit every two hours, the glares Levi would send his way made everyone in the infirmary uncomfortable. Levi was beyond piss, mad that he had taken you instead of him and mad that you had ended up hurt. “Levi, please.” You whispered to him, squeezing his hand trying to ease his anger. The black haired man listened though, his main goal being to keep you comfortable and to distract you from your pain. Erwin went to talk to you, asking how you were feeling but Levi continued to stare him down. This was something that he was not going to let go of so easily.

It was night now, probably early morning and Levi still hasn’t left your side, sleeping on the chair that was next to your bed. Everyone else was sound asleep but you just couldn’t. You couldn’t sleep because of the pain but because of how it all went down. It just didn’t sit right with you and it was weighing you down. Your thoughts were much more louder than whatever was chirping outside of the infirmary. “Please sleep.” You looked over to see him with his eyes closed and his arms crossed, looking as if he was sleeping but not exactly. “I can’t.” A shaky breath left your lips, the events playing in loop. “Levi,” You brought your hands up to your eyes. “I have never felt so useless.” Hot tears ran down your face while you tried your best to express yourself to Levi with a gentle voice not wanting to disturb the other people in the room. He opened his eyes, looking into yours with his own pain. “I know you’re hurting but please, I want you to sleep.” But you didn’t argue, the sudden wave of tiredness and painkillers knocking you out.

It’s been a week and you were finally discharged from the infirmary but ordered to be put on bed rest for the rest of the month until your next check up. Levi practically made himself your own personal nurse without you even asking, he would remind you about your medicine, not only that but he was also bringing you food, helping you stand and helping you with your daily tasks. Sometimes his overprotectiveness would clash with your need of being independent but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Lack of mobility made itself its daily reminder of what had happened and there was no escaping it. It made a huge impact and Levi took notice. You weren’t the only one affected, Levi was also pretty shaken up thinking he had lost you but that was the risk for serving in the Survey Corps and the both of you knew that. You sat up on the bed, wincing at the piercing pain on your hip that you still haven’t gotten used to. The thought about not being able to fully heal pained you. If it healed improperly there was no doubt that you would be stuck with a limp and then no longer needed in the Survey Corps.

The sudden creak of the door opening caught your attention. A solid Levi walked in, the first few buttons of his white uniform shirt unbuttoned. His eyes met yours but quickly changed in appearance, burrowing his brows at you. “You shouldn’t be sitting.” You rolled your eyes, slowly getting off of the bed putting your good foot down first. “Welcome home, honey.” Levi rushed over to you, very against you trying to stand. “For fuck’s sake, please just lay in bed.” He swept you up and gently placed you back on the mattress of your shared bed, ruining your progress. You grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and pulled him down for a quick peck taking him by surprise. Levi gave you a small smile but quickly dismissed it, standing up and walking away to change out of his uniform. “Levi?” You questioned, sitting up on the bed again even though you shouldn’t, making him roll his eyes. “What if…” You could feel your tears start up but bit your tongue, trying your best to hold them back. “What if I never properly heal and I’m ordered to back down from serving in the Survey Corps?”

Levi glanced over to you, he noticed that it had been a thought thats been gnawing at you all day. Even he wasn’t sure how to answer that, he made it look like he was more focused on changing. Just thinking about it made you burst out crying, everything you worked so hard for thrown away just like that. The way you tried your hardest to control your crying but you knew you couldn’t keep it in any more, it really did hurt Levi seeing you like this. He threw on a shirt and made it all the way over to you in a blink of an eye. Without thinking about it he dropped to his knees in front of you, taking in your hands. You could feel how his slightly trembled in your hold and you couldn’t help but scowl.

“You have no idea on how I felt when everyone else walked through that gate except you.” He gripped your hands even tighter, staring into your own glossy orbs. “I am so so so fucking happy having you here with me right now. If I had to choose, I would pick this one hundred times over than you never returning to me. You risked your life out there and managed to come back alive and you’re still thinking about going out there again, that takes balls and I think if it ever comes down to it and you’re ordered to back down then that would be the dumbest thing that this military has ever done to turn away someone like you.” You couldn’t help but cry a little more, his reassuring words and warm touch making you more into an emotional mess.

“Levi, I was scared. I thought it was over for me, it all happened so quickly but you’re right. I rather have this a hundred times over than never coming home to you. I thought about, about how it could have been to grow old with you and about if you would still be there for me after so many years. The only thing that went through my mind during those few seconds was you—“ The sob that you barely managed out burned your throat from how strongly your emotions were at the the moment.This has probably been one of the first times Levi has ever seen you completely breakdown besides that day when you returned. You talking about how the only things you were thinking about was him during what you thought would be your final moments of life made his own eyes water.

He cupped your face, feeling his hands become wet from the tears that kept racing down your face. His own tearful eyes looking into yours, both completely vulnerable to each other and showing each others fears. “Let’s do it.” Levi said out of nowhere, confusing you. “Do what?” The both of you never breaking eye contact, his touch still making an influence on your rosy cheeks. “Let’s get married.” You gave a small raspy laugh but they way he never broke character made you think that maybe he was being honest.“I’m dead serious. Tonight, tomorrow, in a week, whenever you want but only if it’s with me.” You studied his eyes, marriage has never been brought up before so for this proposal to pop out of nowhere, it really was a surprise to you. With a nod and loving eyes you ran your hand through his black hair. Levi inched closer, sealing the deal with a kiss. That was all he needed, even if your hip was never going to heal completely and you had to walk with a limp for the rest of your life he would still love you, no matter what.

(not edited, also wrote this on like 38 hours of no sleep :( but still, hope its okayish enough)

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vvitchering · 4 years ago

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I love, LOVE, your writing! Would you be up for some hurt/comfort Gesekel? I'm a sucker for it, especially along the lines of Geralt thinking Eskel has died on the path but then he shows up with his grin and the whole "you should know better Wolf". 💜

I’m so happy to hear that you enjoy my writing ;w; I write for you guys so getting feedback like this literally fuels me. I am also a sucker for hurt/comfort so you are absolutely in luck~

It’s never a pretty sight when he makes his way through settlements ravaged by the war. As Nilfgaard pushes ever northward, the people suffer. Geralt is used to carnage wrought by mindless creatures, but seeing the violence done by men to men makes his stomach turn. The bright side, if it can be called a bright side, is that with war comes death, and with death come monsters. War can be profitable for witchers, if there is coin left to be paid.

He’s just north of White Orchard, in one such town left ransacked and bloody by a skirmish. The notice board had been covered in desperate pleas for assistance with the encroaching necrophages, drawn in by the stench of blood and bodies. Ghouls and Algouls looking to make meals of the dead would quickly move on to living prey once the bodies were devoured. A witcher was needed. Geralt holds one of the contract offers in his hand as he talks to the barkeep at the town’s tavern, one of the only buildings left intact.

“Ghouls were a big problem, yeah, but you’re a bit late. Another witcher beat you to them, though that might be to your benefit.”

Geralt frowns. He doesn’t often encounter other witchers. They tend to stick to their own territories.

“And how is that to my benefit exactly.” Geralt asks, already mentally counting his losses. If this town was already clean, he had a week at least to go before he again encountered a settlement big enough to find work in.

The barkeep gives him a slightly sympathetic look.

“He drove out the flesh eaters, but they still got ‘im in the end. Poisonous bite, you know? Got ‘im right in the neck and it wasn’t long before he stopped moving. Real shame. Wasn’t a bad guy for a witcher, had a bit of good humor about 'im, even with that scarred face of his.”

Geralt’s heart speeds up despite himself. There are plenty of witchers with facial scars. It’s not him.

He asks the barkeep to describe the good humored witcher.

Brown hair, strong jaw, wide nose, and terrible scars that disfigured the side of his face and twisted his mouth.

Geralt’s blood chills in his veins. It’s not possible. No way he’d let something as mundane as a ghoul take him out.

“Friend of yours?” the barkeep asks.

Geralt is reeling, still trying to process the information, still finding loopholes, when the man reaches underneath the bar and produces a long thin object, wrapped in a white sheet.

“Was gonna try to sell it, but if he was your kin it’s rightfully yours.”

Any doubt Geralt was trying to hold onto vanishes as he pushes aside the sheet. It’s a witcher’s silver sword, adorned with runes as familiar as the ones on his own sword, and altered at the grip to be easier for larger hands to wrap around comfortably. It’s Eskel’s, unquestionably. And no witcher would let his silver out of his sight unless...

“Where.” Geralt bites out. “Where is he.”

“The body? Dragged ‘im to the old oak by the hill. Couldn’t spare the labor to bury ‘im, you understand, but it seemed the least we could do for his help.”

Geralt snatches Eskel’s sword from the bar and leaves as quickly as his feet can carry him. He leaves Roach tethered outside and takes off at a run toward the hill he can see by the edge of the town. It’s a mistake. It has to be. It can’t be, the evidence is in his hands, but it must be.

There’s a figure resting at the base of a huge oak that looms into view the closer he gets to the hill. It’s not him. It can’t be him.

Geralt skids to a stop. Falls to his knees in the dirt, the sword slipping from his hands to rest in front of him.

Eskel is splattered with dried but foul smelling blood and his armor is ripped and tattered. The townspeople must have arranged him in the dignified position he laid in; back straight, eyes closed, his steel sword resting on his chest. They’ve laid him to rest like they would a respected warrior, albeit one who they couldn’t spare the resources to bury or burn.

There’s a high pitched agonized whine coming from somewhere. It takes Geralt a moment to realize it’s coming from his own throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew this day would come. No witcher ever died in his bed. But for it to be Eskel, already... They were both still young, by witcher standards, barely men, not even at their first hundred years. And Eskel was gone.

Distantly, Geralt registers that he’s crying. He feels lightheaded, like his soul is trying to escape and go somewhere else, like it can’t stand to exist in a reality where Eskel does not. Geralt shuffles forward on his knees until Eskel is close enough to touch. He bends over the fallen witcher and presses his face to his neck, searching for his scent, one last memory to hold onto.

Eskel’s lightning storm essence is there still, underneath the putrid stink of necrophage blood. Geralt breaths it in, greedy, desperate, tears dripping from his face to Eskel’s neck and leaving tracks in the filth there.

And then he hears it. A weak fluttering thud. A heartbeat. Geralt freezes, doesn’t even dare to breath, lest he destroy himself all over again with false hope.

A moment passes. Then another.

The dull thud sounds again.

He’s alive.

The relief is sudden and all consuming. Geralt collapses, curls around Eskel as best he can with all of their armor between them, and lets his sobs shake him apart. Eskel’s heart is slow, slower than even a witcher’s should be, and his chest doesn’t move at all for how shallow his breaths are, but he’s alive.

He’s alive.

Geralt tries to match his breaths to Eskel’s and finds himself slipping into meditation. Eskel is clearly on a deeper level than Geralt has ever experienced, if being handled and transported by humans and having his sword taken from him didn’t draw him out of the trance. Geralt drifts, exhausted by both his grief and his joy, and only stirs when he feels the pillow he’s made of Eskel’s chest shift under him.

Eskel groans and it’s the most beautiful sound Geralt has ever heard in his life. He sits up in a hurry and snakes a hand under Eskel’s neck to help the larger witcher sit up. His eyes are open and his pupils shrink and grow rapidly as he blinks and reorients himself. His gaze lands on Geralt and he smiles.

“Could’ve used you here a few days ago.”

His voice is rough and dry, but the deep tones are instantly comforting.

“You so far off your game you let a few ghouls turn you into a chew toy?” Geralt teases.

Eskel rolls his eyes and and moves to rotate his shoulder until it pops satisfyingly. He stretches his neck, producing a similar crack, and Geralt catches a glimpse of the half healed bite wound on Eskel’s neck. The barkeep’s story had been true, then. He brings a hand up to smooth down Eskel’s collar and lightly brush over the angry red skin. Eskel hisses and slaps his hand away.

“Gonna scar.” Eskel says gloomily. “I’ll never live it down.”

“You will. You’ll live.”

Geralt means it to sound light and humorous, but the look Eskel gives him says his joke didn’t quite land the way he’d hoped.

“I’m fine. It was just a ghoul. Got me in a hell of a shitty spot, but it’ll take more than that to get rid of me.”

“I know, its just...They told me you died. You looked dead. I couldn’t hear your heart.”

Eskel reaches up and slides his fingers through Geralt’s hair to cup the back of his head. He pulls lightly, bringing Geralt close enough to knock foreheads with him. It’s an action that they’d done since they were children at Kaer Morhen, their own special way of being close. Geralt can hear Eskel’s heart now, beating away strong and loud in his chest.

“I’m sorry I scared you. I really am fine.” Eskel says quietly, rubbing absently at Geralt’s scalp with the hand buried in the white strands.

Geralt leans into the pressure for a moment and then pulls away, clearing his throat after the emotional display.

“Don’t fucking do it again.” Geralt says, feigning annoyance.

Eskel laughs and Geralt once again has a new favorite sound.

“Yeah, sure, Wolf. I’ll do my best.”

*~*

:’) well that certainly got away from me. I hope this makes up for how long it took me to answer!!

#prompt fill #eskel/geralt #geskel #eskralt #the witcher #mine #my fic #ANYWAY HERE'S THIS

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devinescribe · 4 years ago

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Hey guys, it's me, ya girl-

Um, so anyways, I have found out my cat has a sickness we can't treat, and he's going to die. My parents are telling me I have to decide on what I want to do, and if I want to put him down or wait a bit, and like if I want to cremate him after or what I want to do basically. I'm really sad because he's been my best friend for 5 years. So, this is my attempt of comfort, I'm sorry if it seems selfish for me to write something like this, it's just the way I want to express myself. This will still be a (Y/N) thing, so yeah... side note, I cried a lot while making this, so if there's any spelling mistakes or whatever, blame it on my 5th mental breakdown this week, mmk? I love you all so much, thank you for the support, l hope you

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Enjoy?

.... this attempt at writing....

Comfort for the loss of a pet

Alice in Borderland

Arisu

"Hey, shshsh, it's ok, breath," he whispered, hugging you tightly as you cried into him. You were a wreck, and it was apparent. "I-i I'm s-sorry," you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks. You weren't used to showing emotions like this. It made you feel weak. "It's ok, you don't have to apologize. Just let it all out, ok?" He comforted. You snuggled your face into his chest, your body shaking in sobs. He held the back of your head in a protective manner. "I-im going to m-miss them s-so much," you cried, grabbing onto his shirt. "I know, I know... calm down. Breath," he whispered, rubbing your back with his other hand.

You had fallen asleep after a few hours of crying, and he kept watch over you. You had never cried over people dying in the games. Maybe it was because you didn't care for them, but even still. And here you were, crying over the death of your pet. He was always going to be by your side, of course, and he understood why you would cry so much. They had been your best friend. They were probably the closest thing to company when the games started, and now they were gone. It made him feel horrible that he couldn't help more than comforting you. He heard the bed move, and he looked up, snapping out of his thoughts. "Arisu?" You asked sleepily, looking around. He stood up, going over to the bed. "I'm here. I didn't leave. Are you ok?" He asked, sitting besides you. You immediately grabbed onto his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I... I think so... They were my best friend you know... It fucking sucks that life gave me something good. Something amazing for once. A piece of happiness. And it... it... it t-took it away," you stated, a whimpering tone growing towards the end as you tried to keep in your tears. "I know they were. You can't rant to me about it. I'm here to listen. I'm here for you, ok?" He comforted, giving you a kiss to the top of the forehead. He knew that losing a pet was like losing a family member. He knew how much hurt you must be going through, and it hurt him. It was like he could feel your pain. "Anything you want or need, I'll give it to you. If you want a bit a space or alone time with your feelings, you got it. Just say the word," he said, looking out the window in the room. "I just want some cuddles right now. And sleep... maybe if I sleep enough the pain will go away... it's like there's a hole in my heart, and it hurts so much 'Risu... please don't leave me alone... don't leave me right now..." you whispered. "I wouldn't dream of it angel," he said, laying you back on the bed. He laid besides you, holding you tightly in his arms. "I'm here for you."

Chishiya

He didn't understand why you were crying, at first. He had just walked into your room to discuss some things, when he saw you crying. You never cried in front of others, or cried period. He didn't get it. "Is something wrong?" He asked, standing at the end of your bed. "No, th-thats why I'm crying," you answered sarcastically, rolling your tear filled eyes. He remembered what some people were talking about. That someone's pet had died. They had described what yours looked like, and he hoped that they were mistaken. Maybe you were crying over something else? He watched as the tears fell down your face. He sighed quietly. "What's wrong then?" He questioned, walking over besides you. He had heard what had happened, but still wanted to make sure that was what you were crying about. He didn't want to seem stupid. You sniffled, holding onto the pillow on your bed. "(P-p/N) died. Their g-gone and I-I can't bring th-them back," you whimpered, hiding your face into your pillow. A part of him felt a pang of pain. He had always liked your pet. He knew you never cried over the deaths of people at the games. Usually, you two spent the nights together after games. Dates, of sorts. But, now you were crying over the loss of an animal. He couldn't help but feel a feeling of pitty. Which he quickly extinguished, knowing that pitty was the last thing you wanted or needed. You needed comfort.

He laid down on the other side of the bed, pulling your sitting figure next to him. You turned to face him with tear filled eyes. "W-what are you doing?" You asked. "You're obviously upset. You never cry, so this must be very important to you. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't at least make you feel better," he answered, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. You sniffled, but nodded. You put your head on his shoulder, hugging him."I know my opinion doesn't matter, and that these words might seem empty to you, and I promise they're not, but... they were a good (boy/girl). The best. I quite enjoyed their company, and I'm upset that their gone as well. Obviously not more than you, but still," he said, sincerity in his tone. He cut himself off before he rambled to much, and made you feel worse. A habit he had that he absolutely dispised about himself. "Thank you Shi-Shi... It means a lot to me," you whispered. He ignored the fact that you used a nickname he hated (he likes it, just thinks It's embarrassing), deciding comforting you was more important to him in that moment than scolding you. "No problem darling... Take your time."

Niragi

He had gotten back from his usual patrol, and saw you just laying on the bed of your shared room, staring at the ceiling. A totally blank stare up. He couldn't see much, as he's blind as all hell (sorry, I had to make myself laugh for a second because I'm crying a lot), but he could make out that much. He sighed to himself, seeing as he'd have to put on his glasses. (I'm still trying to make myself laugh, please don't judge me) He did, and noticed the tears cascading of your face. The droplets leaving a trail behind. "(Y/N)? What's wrong?" He asked, going immediately to you. You didn't answer. Now, usually, he would be a bit mean to you if you were crying. But you only cried when... well, that's for his memory, and his memory only. (Still trying to make myself laugh, it's not working) You were not one to cry. You were also not one to be quiet. Which worried him the most. You were awake, obvious by the way you were staring up. He shook your shoulder lightly. "Princess, come on. What's wrong?" He asked. You had finally looked over at him. The smallest smile was on your face. "You're finally wearing your glasses you dummy?" You questioned, your voice shaky. He ignored that. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He repeated, sitting you up, putting your legs over the edge of the bed. He dried your tears, and watched as you bit your tongue, and looked up. (That's how I try to stop myself from crying ahaha) "(P/N)... d-died," you stuttered. You bounced your leg, trying to stop the tears. His eyes widened a bit. "Oh..." was the only sound he could make. He wanted to help, but didn't know how to. He knew how to treat physical wounds. But to help someone heal from a broken heart? No. But, he thought about ways to help.

He picked you up, sitting you in his lap, before laying down. You stayed laying on top of him, your head pressed to his chest, hearing his heartbeat. "... are you ok? I mean like, obviously your not ok, but I mean like I don't know what else to say, and gods I sound dumb right now," he rambled. You laughed slightly at this. "Was that your attempt to make me feel better?" You asked. "Maybe," he said. Maybe him unintentionally bringing out his awkward side would make you feel better. He didn't know, but as long as it made you smile and feel better, he'd do whatever it takes.

#hurt comfort #alice in borderland #chishiya #niragi #arisu #vent #🙂✌#that seems wrong #i cried a lot while writing this #tried to cheer myself up at the end #i dont think it worked #send a therapist please♡#i love all of you #please dont hate me

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roseworth · 4 years ago

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Only Fools Do What I Do

listen i know i said i wasnt going to make anything for today but i started thinking about this last night right before i fell asleep and i really wanted to make it :)

word count: 2055

relationship: eugene/rapunzel

description: Right after Eugene "left" Rapunzel, they both need to come to terms with their separation and loss of hope. Rapunzel travels back to her tower, and Eugene is stuck in a prison cell. All they can do is think of each other and reflect on where they went wrong.

@autumn-ravenclaw @gleamful-lanterns for new dream appreciation week day 3- date (he calls the day they met a date so im counting it lol).

title inspired by FOOLS by Troye Sivan

AO3

Rapunzel felt like an idiot.

Mother had told her that the world was cruel, yet she still had the nerve to be surprised. She should have known better. If she had never left her tower in the first place, she wouldn’t be hurting like this right now. It would have been better to just listen to what her Mother told her.

She could have given Eugene his satchel back as soon as she realized that he wasn’t after her hair. She could have even gone back on one of the many instances he tried to convince her to. She was stubborn and didn’t listen to anything but her own naive thoughts about the world.

And look where that got her.

She hadn’t slept all night. She and her Mother were traveling back to the tower after the disaster that was her trip outside. Mother had tried to tell her that he was just using her, but she refused to listen.

She realized she was still gripping tightly onto the small flag of the kingdom Eugene had bought her. She hid it away, making sure Mother wouldn’t see it and take it away from her. She just wanted one small reminder that it was real, that she really did leave her tower.

But was any of it real? Had he really been manipulating her that entire time?

The previous night at the campfire had felt genuine. She thought that they had truly connected. And they had spent the entire day in town together. That had easily been the best day of her life, and she knew she would keep that memory held in her heart forever. She just thought that he had felt the same way. Every time he had smiled at her and she felt her heart flutter, was that really all part of the ruse?

As she ran her thumb over the small piece of cloth she held in her hand, she tried to be angry at Eugene. Of course she should be mad. He had left her behind, and had told those ruffians about her hair. The memory of him sailing away, crown in hand, was burned into her mind. He had made her trust him just to betray that trust.

Mother told her that she shouldn’t have expected anything more from a conman, and maybe she was right. He never really cared about her, and he had sold her out at the first opportunity he got.

It just didn’t add up. He had the crown, she had given it to him. If that was all he was after, why tell the thugs about her hair? Did he really want to add salt to the wound that badly? Eugene wouldn’t do that. Or maybe he would. Apparently he had been lying to her the whole time, so she didn’t even know what he was really like.

Her mind wandered to their moment underneath the glow of the lanterns. 18 years of dreaming culminating into one perfect moment, and she spent it with him. She remembered everything he had said to her, and the way she felt alive, maybe for the first time, sitting near him and looking into his eyes.

She had misread the signals. Mother had told her time and time again that she was too naive to be in the world, and this was why. She had thought Eugene could really care about her, but it had all been a scam.

Just that thought made her eyes well up with tears. She tried to blink them away, but they were already quietly streaming down her face.

He never cared about her. All their time together had been a lie. Their time together at the campfire. Their day in town. Their almost-kiss under the lanterns. It had all been a part of his scheme to get the crown back.

Her Mother had stayed quiet their entire walk home. Rapunzel knew she was disappointed. Not only had she betrayed her Mother’s wishes, she had also forgotten everything Mother had ever told her about the world.

She tried to wipe away the tears that continued to fall down her face, but they wouldn’t stop. Every breath hurt to take. Every step felt like a mile. The grass she had been so excited to walk on now seemed like it was mocking her from under her feet.

The world was just as cruel as Mother had described, and she had fallen into its trap. She was stupid to believe she could be any different than what Mother had always told her she was.

When they finally arrived back at the tower, the sun was starting to peak up in the sky. Mother took a deep breath. “Here we are, safely home again!” she singsonged.

Home. The tower was the only home she had ever known, but it didn’t feel like home anymore. She had felt so at home with Eugene in just the span of a few days. Now that she was back at the tower, it felt distant and foreign. She couldn’t remember a time that she really felt happy inside the tower. At least not as happy as she had felt outside of it.

She took a shaky breath, wishing that she could stop crying. It felt like there was a hold in her chest as she remembered what the past few days had been. She was so happy. But none of it was real.

Her Mother groaned beside her. “Oh, please, Rapunzel, will you stop crying? It’s very unbecoming,” she berated. “Besides, you have no right to be upset. I told you what would happen, why are you surprised?”

Rapunzel sniffed and nodded, trying to brush away her tears yet again. “I’m sorry, Mother.”

Mother hummed in acceptance, then started leading her back towards the tower. “Come, come, My Flower, let’s get that dreadful braid out of your hair.”

Eugene felt like an idiot.

She was in danger right now, and it was all his fault. He should have known that the Stabbingtons wouldn’t be very accepting of his change in heart. If they hurt her, he was the reason why. She would have never gotten caught up in this mess if it weren’t for him.

He could have just thrown the satchel towards the Stabbingtons and left, not bothering to make conversation with them. Hell, he could have thrown the satchel into the water the second she tried to give it to him.

He should have at least told her where he was going. Now not only is she in danger, she thinks that he had given her up. Maybe he didn’t deserve for her to know the truth, though. No matter his intentions, it was his fault that she was at the hands of the Stabbingtons now. She had every right to hate him for that.

He hadn’t slept all night. Distantly, he realized his hand was stinging. He was pretty sure he had punched a wall in frustration earlier, but his mind was racing and everything that had happened since he had woken up tied to the boat was a blur. He had been pacing this tiny cell for hours trying to think of a solution. He couldn’t escape, not for lack of trying. He had wanted to pick the lock to get out and find her, but there were guards on every side of the corridor. He had no chance of getting out unseen.

He had even tried to talk to the guards and try to get them to let him go, but they refused to hear him. He honestly couldn’t blame them though. Saying that he needed to leave because the Stabbingtons had kidnapped a girl for her magic hair sounded a little bit crazy.

She didn’t deserve any of this. She was the best person he had ever met. She could light up the world just by smiling. She had just gotten to experience the world for the first time, and now she was going to be torn away from it. All because of him.

There was no way for him to know where she was, or if she was okay. He hoped she was able to get away from the Stabbingtons, but he honestly doubted it. The Stabbingtons were not above hurting her to overpower her if she had something they wanted. And clearly, she did have something they wanted.

How did they even know? Were they following him the whole time? Maybe they had been there when she healed his hand and told him about her power. But if that was the case, why would they wait so long to reveal themselves? Surely it would have been easier to take them by surprise at the campsite.

Nothing was adding up, but his thoughts were too clouded to try to piece everything together. The only thing he could think about was the fact that Rapunzel was in danger and there was nothing he could do about it.

He wanted to take a breath, but his body wouldn’t let him. He just continued his nervous pacing back and forth as if that would help him come to a solution. He couldn’t stop imagining her, lost and hurt somewhere and wishing for some way out.

He hoped she was cursing his name right now. He hoped she was angry, wishing that she never met him. He hoped she hated him as much as he hated himself. Because he deserved for her to hate him, and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he thought that she didn’t hate him for everything he has done.

A lump started to build up in his throat. He tried to ignore it or swallow it away, but it was overwhelming all his senses. It had been years since he let himself cry, and he didn’t want to start now. But his face was heating up and the tears were making their way out.

All at once, it was like all the feelings he had kept at bay for all these years were flowing out of him. He cried because he was alone in this cell, he cried because she was in danger wherever she was, he cried because there was nothing he could do anymore. He had fucked up, and there was no turning back.

He tried to quell his sobs to no avail. The universe kept dealing out more blows, and his brain was screaming at him. Every decision he had made led to her getting taken by the Stabbingtons. If he hadn’t even started thieving 15 years ago, she would be safe and okay right now. It wasn’t fair that she was paying for his mistakes.

The tears rolled down his face and hit the dusty cell floor below him. His entire body was shaking, and all he wanted to do was scream and cry and curl up in a ball until everything was okay.

He couldn’t help her. He couldn’t do anything. He had been useless all his life, and the only good thing he had ever done was help her see the world outside that god awful tower, and even then she did most of that on her own. If anything, he had been a hindrance to her.

He furiously tried to rub his eyes to stop the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. Why couldn’t he have been better? Why didn’t he do more to stop the Stabbingtons?

One question had been running through his mind all night, and he had been chastising himself over and over. Why didn’t he kiss her when he got the chance?

That was the least of his worries, but the question was still haunting him. He would likely never get the chance again, and he had the opportunity to right there. It was the most simple mistake he made, and it might not have made a difference, but now he just has to live with the fact that he could have and he didn’t.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the door to his cell open. He turned to see the Captain standing in the doorway. “Let’s get this over with, Rider.”

“Where are we going?” he asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer. The Captain’s silence confirmed his suspicions. “Oh.”

#ah yeah the classic post first date deathly despair #New Dream Appreciation Week #tangled #new dream #fanfic #my writing

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thenervousmedic · 4 years ago

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I had a minecraft dream last night...

This is going to be a long post, but bear eith me, and take the time to read it.

I don't dream about minecraft very often. In fact this might be a first. I'm still in bed while writing this, as im afraid if I wait I'll lose a bunch of the memories.

It involved myself and a few members of the Dream SMP getting sucked into MC. Ironic, I know. Dream, George, Badboyhalo, Tecnoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, and myself. We all looked like our avatars... mostly, and even had some special skills i'll get into later.

To be clear, they were as they are in real life in terms of personality.

I've not watched the dream smp yet... maybe I should start soon. Anyway, side tracked...

The world worked differently than normal MC. It was more realistic, especially the combat and movement. Anything you can do irl you can do here. The drawback was that it made everything harder and more exhausting.

I was dragged in a month before the others, where over the next four weeks, I'd figure out how the lives system works; how difficult movement was; that crafting was nearly the same as normal mc; and how to build.

Five lives. There was a little tracker on the back of your hand, five squares for five lives. Each life you lost, a square would disappear. But it wasnt that simple. Every tine you died you'd feel the affects of the world more. Eating took longer, everything cost more and more realistic amounts of effort, and most importantly... taking damage would actually hurt.

On your first life damage was less of a danger and more of a 'stat' to just be aware of. Getting attacked, shot, exploded next to, ect wasn't too bad. But the more you died the more these things started to get scary. Arrows would tear their way in and ve painful to remove. You'd bleed and have actual wounds that needed care.

By the time the smp members were spawning in, I'd already been reduced to my last life. I was never good at minecraft, though im alright irl with a bow it didnt help much.

You spawn in unconcious. I'd lost my first life that way. I spawned above water. A painless drowning. I hadn't gone back to the ocean since, it scared the fuck out of me.

The first to arrive was Techno. I went back to spawn for the good sheep spawns there. Found him asleep in the grass. He was lucky no creepers had spawned.

Nearly everyone was bigger than me, I'm pretty small, so hauling this guys limp piglin ass all the way to my little safety shack was really hard.

Then Dream and George one after another. Badboy. Tommy... and finally Wilbur.

Wilbur was... a special case. He was a ghost. Just like his ghostbur skin had been. Fully awake, really freaking out. I was near collapsing from taking everyone else to my home, wasnt really much of a comfort, but I at least managed to convince him to come with me after the sun started to dip.

When we got back Wilbur helped me make beds. Couldn't have everyone sleeping propped up against the walls... Wilbur couldn't grab anything, but he could open and close chests. He also found out he could manafest things like his guitar, and a plushie orca. Things that made him a little less anxious. It was nice to hear music again.

I didnt get to talk to him long. We finished the beds, put everyone on one, then I immediatly konked the fuck out over the crafting table.

By the time I woke up, everyone was already awake and talking. The typical suspects. Why are we here, how, what happened, is this even real. You get the picture. I guess usually social anxiety, especially in the presence of people I admire so much, would've been a big stressor but after a month alone in this world I damn near started bawling at the thought of someone else even existing.

I told them all I know. We are stuck here, we have lives, dont fucking lose them it makes the game harder. The physics are just as janky as regular minecraft, mobs are much more articulated, armour actually has weight and at this point I wasnt aware of the little buffs everyone had to a particular skill.

Dream was incredibly good at exploiting the game's wonky system and parkouring, even of he couldnt nessesarily do it irl.

Techno was suddenly extremely knowledgeable about combat and could handle most weapons effectively. He was also a piglin-type guy which made him immune to fire.

George's coding skills translated directly into redstone knowledge, letting him build ridiculous machines with enough respources.

Tommy had incredible luck with loot and generally got good enchants.

And Bad was, thanks to his skin, some form of demonic entity and would be completely ignored by most hostile mobs.

Wilbur, as you know, was a ghost who could phase through anything and summon ghostly items.

We didn't find out everyone's special trait immediatly, of course. It happened over many days of trail and error trying to collect resources, build, and have fun.

Turns out my skill was useless by myself, hence why I never found it before they arrived. Anything I gave to another person was twice as effective. Healing items helped more, food would fill them on smaller portions, armour would get a free temporary enchant depending on what they needed.

I'd never liked playing minecraft alone.

I'm losing some of the dream, I shoukd wtite some bullet points down or this post will be miles long.

Tommy accidently befriended a wolf, he named it Wilbur to mess with Wilbur. We had two Wilburs.

Bad was constantly driven up the wall by peoples language but truly was using it as a coping mechanism early on because he was afraid of being stuck here forever. We made sure to swear occasionally so he'd get the oportunity to yell at us.

Techno lost his first life when a creeper blast threw him directly into Dream's sword.

Dream never got over it.

Wilbur started making more songs and even made a few targetted at the groups adventures.

Wilbur descovered if he goes into the floor he cant tell which was is up, this terrified him, he never went underground again.

George made automatic farms and eventually even non-minecraft typical things like a morning alarm clock, a compass that pointed to the nearest village, and invented new armour that was more lightweight but still protective.

Wilbur the wolf regularly barked at and mauled giant spiders before they got anywhere near the house, much to literally everyone's relief.

Bad learned how to read and write enchanting table symbols.

I taught Dream how to repair his clothes and in return he showed me how to build traps.

Techno learned he could talk hoglin, piglin, and villager.

Bad learned he could stare at endermen and mistakingly assumed everyone could so he told everyone else its ok to do so.

Tommy lost his first life to an enderman.

Wilbur worked with george for a whole week on special gloves that would let him touch stuff.

I took an arrow dangerously close to the lungs after Tomny's first respawn trying to bring him home.

Dream realised he couldn't take off his mask and wished he could see the world normally again, nobody knew what his vision was like.

Bad descovered a joy for cooking.

Bad also tamed a cat and named it Muffin.

Muffin the cat would ride Wilbur the wolf around.

Dream lost his first life to hunger after pushing himself for too long.

Techno took a wrong step in the neather and lost his second life to a seriously long fall.

I never knew what I looked like...

Tommy lost his second life being overrun by zombies without a weapon. We made a rule to never leave the house alone after this many deaths.

Bad descovered pretty late that milk is poisonous to him and thus cakes will kill him. He lost a life to cake. He was devastated.

Tommy built a cute campfire. He and Wilbur would mess around singing at it. Wolf Wilbur thoroughly enjoyed this.

I would stay up most of the night watching everyone sleep because I worried the house could get invaded or surrounded. They found out after Phantoms started spawning and made a rule that at least one of then would stay awake at night to make me feel better.

George built Dream an obstacle course with lots of moving parts and such. He ran it every morning.

I learned how to play guitar from Wilbur at the campfire.

Torches never burnt out after they arrived. No idea why.

That's all I can remember...

It was a hard dream, I was sad and angry sometimes... but the happy moments made it worth it.

I hope I return to that dream someday.

#dream #badboyhalo #georgenotfound #technoblade #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #minecraft #a dream #long post

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taesbetch · 5 years ago

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Den Of Hybrids | 05

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Summary: Taking care of six hybrids can be a pain in the ass but when a stray needs y/ns help, y/n brings him home to his new family. Follow Y/n as she tries to help Taehyung (The new hybrid in town) fit in and continue to keep the other six alive along with other troubles that life brings.

Word Count: 2k

You stood at the back of your parked car, hands folded over your chest as you tried to contain your boiling anger. The park you were at was one the family used to visit a lot when you were younger. Those memories seemed so pure and happy, did you miss something? was your child mind completely oblivious to the misery that was your bloodline?

The sun was setting and time continued to tick by as both you and Hyuna awaited the arrival of the devil herself.

Finally, A black vehicle drove towards your area. As the car drove past you, you could almost feel the eyes of relieved hybrids. Your heart stopped as the car parked itself several parks away from yours. Turning towards it you prayed that the injuries weren't as bad as the pictures...but your prayers were ignored.

As the seven boys walked out the car one by one guarded by her henchmen, Your eyes watered. Namjoon limped as he held his right arm tightly, wincing with every breath. Jin clutched his shoulder, his left cheek bruised badly and his right eye still dark and battered. Jungkook walked with his ears hung low, his small cut healing. Jimin followed with what looked like a fresh slap wound and a small limp, pulling the weight off his foot. Taehyung followed closely behind jimin, looking the least emotionally traumatised and the least beaten with only a bruise on his forearm. Yoongi was next shoved out, carrying a heavy scowl on his face and multiple bruises on his arms and legs. Then, Hoseok walked, looking at you with big hopeful eyes he swallowed pain as he walked.

you wiped away a tear as you walked up to them, stopping about two car parks away as May raised her hand.

“Are you guys okay?!” You asked desperately as your voice cracked.

Each of them opened their mouths to answer but May spoke first.

“Wheres the money?” She spat.

You narrowed your eyes at her before pulling an envelope out of your pocket.

“I've got it. Now, give me back the boys” You spoke strongly, clearly over her shit. A small smirk found itself on her face. She nodded to her two henchmen. They stepped back letting the hybrids hesitantly shuffle towards you.

“It's okay, you're okay now” You urged. Jimin bit his lip as his eyes quickly spewed tears. Running over to you with a wail he was the first to embrace you. soon, all the boys had run over, participating in a massive group hug, you quickly wiped away jungkooks tears as hoseok squeezed your hand. It had felt like a whole eternity that they had been away. But now they were back. It was time to finish May off.

“Here,” You said as you broke free of your hybrids hold to pass her the envelope. The seven boys watched curiously as they noticed your demoneour change and hyuna quickly typed away on her phone.

Opening the envelope with an expectation of cheques, mays smirk quickly dropped.

“what's this?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“It's your warning. I'm charging you for assault and blackmail...oh, actually. What else was there hyuna?” You asked cheekily as you looked back at your friend.

“Oh, I believe it was - Blackmart hybrid fighting, illegal work hours and payments, Tax evasion and hmm what else of yeah! scamming money from the rich! sounds oddly familiar” Hyuna explained.

You looked back to May and sighed heavily.

“You have NO proof of this” she scoffed as she folded her arms defensively.

“Oh, but i do. Ya know, You could've just asked. I probably would've said yes. I wanted your love and approval THAT badly i would've handed over 7 million with no hesitation. I just wanted my family around. And because of that my real family ended up getting hurt.” You stated, your voice strong and passionate but full of hurt.

“y/n, I'm all you have. You cant do this to me” She said, whimpering slightly as she saw the fire in your eyes.

“But i can, And i will. Because you've crossed a line aunt May” You said nonchalantly as sirens chimed in the background, getting closer and closer.

“You're going to regret this y/n, Trust me when i say this” SHe sneered as her two henchmen start backing away, ready to make a run for it.

“I’ll never trust anything that comes out of your mouth ever again”

You turned to walk away but swivel back around as the police cars start turning into the parking lot.

“Oh and one more thing... I hope you rot in hell”

Spinning around towards your car you walked quickly, ignoring her yells and her pleas, with the boys following closely you watched happily as the cops nodded at you, reassuring you that everything would be handled on their end. Right now, Aunt May was dead to you.

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“Okay, but are you sure?” You asked nervously as you stood at hoseoks door watching him dry his hair with a towel, clean clothes on his body.

“Y/n, I swear I'm okay. I just need some sleep honestly” He replied, his usual sunshine smile displayed on his face. You pouted at him as he sat himself down on his bed.

“Okay...but ill be checking on you in the morning” You replied. He smiled at you as you slowly closed the door, your eyes glued on him just in case.

You sighed as the door clicked shut, but your moment was quickly interrupted as taehyung walked around the corner. As you opened your mouth to continue your obsessive checking he cupped your face with his hands.

“Yes I'm okay, No I'm not mad at you, No I'm not upset that this was my first week in this household” He answered before giving you a tight squeeze.

“And don't worry, I will comfort jimin until you come to check on him” he added before walking off, his hands tucked in his pockets. You stood shocked for a second at how well he was handling everything. He seemed a little different to when he first arrived at the house, though he still seemed like a doe-eyed child, something had shifted and you weren't sure what..

Thinking of doe-eyed children you noticed how quiet it was. Jungkook.

Rushing upstairs you noticed that yoongis door was locked shut and took a mental note to check on him straight after. As you entered jungkooks room you noticed how he had rearranged his furniture.

“Kookie? You okay?” You asked as you nervously watch him throw clothes on the ground.

“Oh hey, y/n! Yeah, I'm fine” He replies. Not giving you a single glance. You walked closer, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Kookie” You said softly as he stopped.

“I'm fine, really. Namjoon and jin were the ones who took the most of it. especially in place of us...I just...I just think its time for me i change a little bit. To grow ya know?” He said.

You smiled softly at him.

“Well okay then, positive growth is never bad, just...tell me if you're not okay, alright?” You said. He smiled at you and nodded softly, returning back to what he was doing.

You bit your lip before walking out, heading to yoongis room. Placing an ear on his door you heard the shower running.

Your eyebrows furrowed but you shrugged it off. This wasn't his usual showering time but then again, he did just got through something rather traumatic. You walked to Jimin's room but the sound of two people snoring froze you in your spot.

A smile graced your face and for the first time in a minute, you felt calm. It was nice to know that the two boys had found peace with each other. Walking all the way downstairs you made your way to namjoons room, for some reason you weren't as concerned with your older hybrid before, but jungkooks words made your heart drop with worry.

“Namjoon?” You called softly as you slowly opened the door. Sobs filled the room. At the sight of you, namjoon shifted his body to face a wall, hiding away from you.

“Namjoon” You whispered as you closed the door, your heartbreaking a little. You rushed to his side letting him cry in your arms.

“You asked me to take care of everyone and i couldn't, i failed” He sobbed. Your heart broke even further as you realised the stress and pressure you had accidentally placed on your hybrid.

“Oh namjoon no, you didn't fail. You did your best! and jungkook told me all about how you and jin took the brunt of it all. God im so sorry, This is not your fault at all! AT ALL! I'm so sorry i put that pressure on you” You stated, a few tears falling out of your eyes.

“You did everything right namjoon. Grandma would be so proud of how you handled it” You added as you stroked his hair.

“I felt so..useless” He whimpered. You kissed his forehead softly before shaking your head.

“No. Don't ever think that about yourself. I need you here, things wouldn't work smoothly without you, i don't know how id manage this estate without you or the other hybrids....This was my mistake okay? don't be so hard on yourself I'm the one that fucked up...” You stated.

Namjoon took a deep breath before looking at you. His eyes blood red.

“I promise ill be better,” He said as he took your hand in his.

“That's not possible namjoon, You’re already the best”

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You dragged you feet towards your own room, hoping jin would be in there - ready for bed.

As you entered your room you stood at the doorway and stared at jins back. Your mind floated to when you first got jin. Back then it was only him and namjoon. You were still figuring out so many things and there jin was, always supporting and looking out for you.

As he turned around you were reminded of the pain he had enured as the bruises and black eye called for attention.

“there you are! You ready for bed?” He asked with his bright smile.

You pouted as you tried to contain your emotions but couldn't stop yourself. Bursting into tears you ran to jin and engulfed him in a hug.

“I'm so sorry! I'm really so sorry!” You sob.

He laughs as he wraps his arms around you.

“Its okay y/n. Look! I'm back now! were all back and were going to be okay! Sure that was a shitty experience but were going to be alright” He said as he rubbed your back.

“God damnit i should be the one, comforting you” You sighed as you pulled away from him and wiped your eyes, the tears refusing to stop.

“Have you done your rounds? Check on everyone first then you can come and listen to me sob” He smiled ruffling your hair. You laugh before doing a mental checklist...Yoongi.

“I'll be back”

Odd. The shower was still running. You knocked harshly just in case he couldn't hear, but there was no answer or call...nothing.

“I'm coming in yoongi I'm worried!” you said before using your master key to unlock his door. peaking your head in you noticed that only one little lamplight had been turned on and the window was fully opened. A fully opened window was never yoongis style.

you walked to his second level but still...

Empty.

You walked over to the bathroom noticing the door was open and yet, nothing. Just an empty shower. Turning off the water you looked around his room once more even checking to see if clothes were missing, or certain items...but nothing...

Your heart drops in your stomach as worry starts to consume you. As you hold yourself to protect your skin from the sudden breeze passing through the room you let the silence further feed your growing fear.

“Yoongi?”

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thespianbooks · 4 years ago

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A Court of Nightmares and Starlight //Chapter 9//

(Chapter one) (Chapter two) (Chapter three) (Chapter four) (Chapter five) (Chapter six) (Chapter seven) (Chapter eight) (Chapter nine) (Chapter ten)

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A week was all Azriel needed to gather the information we hoped wasn’t true. However, after the first few days, the spymaster realized he would have to gather intel on those closest to Keir without arousing suspicion. When low-level sentries turned up without any knowledge, Azriel moved onto interrogating the stewards' personal army of Darkbringers. Together, he, Cassian and Rhys were able to interrogate the captain of Keir’s army—Rhys wiping his memory clean after every session. He hated to do it, but after gathering details of Keir’s plan and his alliance with Kallon, he knew it was necessary.

There was indeed a coup rising against the Court of Dreams.

We filled Mor and Amren in immediately after Azriel broke the news to us, but decided it was best to leave my sisters unaware—for now. Nesta was finally in a good, albeit still cold, place after the war that took place a decade ago and Elain was also finally returning to her normal self; who she used to be before being forcefully made. My sisters were healing, and the last thing I wanted was to reopen their old wounds by revealing that their lives were once again at risk. Nesta, as observant as ever, knew something was amiss but thankfully didn’t press for any information. For now, and until we had a set plan, we could leave them in the dark.

I did my best to hide my worries in front of them, instead allowing Elain to fuss over me and the baby while Rhys and his brothers gathered intel. With all the anxiety of the coup keeping me on edge, I hardly noticed that my previous symptoms weren’t affecting me as they had before. Granted, I was still so fatigued that I slept in until noon and my nausea still plagued me from time to time; at least I was finally starting to feel some relief, which reassured everyone—especially Elain. Now that I was feeling better, she began begging to help plan the nursery. Years ago, before the completion of the construction on the estate, she asked what we should do for the room attached to mine and Rhys’s suite. I originally wanted that room to be our nursery, but at the time I decided to make it into a sitting room. Knowing that an empty nursery sat just beyond the double-doors in my suite was too painful at the time. So, in the meantime, I wanted to make some kind of use for it; despite Rhys and I hardly ever even using it anyway.

After telling Elain where I wanted the nursery, she focused all of her energy into creating the perfect space for the baby. While the Illyrians focused on gathering the information from the Court of Nightmares, I did my best to shift my attention back onto my pregnancy. At first, I went with Rhys to Hewn City to be present for the interrogations with the captain of the Darkbringers, but we hadn’t taken into account the effect winnowing would have on me during my condition. With my powers being so drained, I couldn’t do it myself, so Rhys had winnowed us in. Upon arrival, I had nearly fainted in my mates’ arms. Alarmed, he winnowed us back to Velaris, causing me to actually faint. Once I regained consciousness, a guilt-ridden Madja was there and informed us of that unfortunate side-effect she forgot to mention at our previous appointments. In her defense, said side-effect didn’t usually develop until later in pregnancy, but thanks to my tendency towards extreme fatigue, it developed sooner. There was no explanation as to why winnowing was so taxing on a pregnant female, but Madja theorized that whatever magic it originated from was the culprit.

We decided then that he would go with Cassian to Azriel’s interrogations of the Captain, and once they had the information we needed, we would schedule our official visit to Hewn City. Fortunately, Madja explained that as long as I gave myself at least an hour rest between winnowing—including some recovery time after the initial trip, that it would be safe. A part of me was grateful that I didn’t have to be there for the interrogations, because after every session Rhys returned physically and mentally drained. Even as he recounted every detail to me, I couldn’t imagine the burden and the guilt weighing on his shoulders. The Night Court was his home for centuries; he made many painful sacrifices for the sake of his people. While he did his best to separate himself from the Hewn City, they were still his people; still his court and his ancestors' court. As High Lady for over a decade, it hurt deeply to imagine the threat of a civil war, especially for the innocents here in Velaris. As High Lord for as long as Rhysand was, I knew the pain was worse for him.

“You don’t have to do this every night you know,” Rhys drawled quietly from his place in the tub, summoning me back from my thoughts.

He was leaning on the edge with his chin resting over his crossed arms while I gently scrubbed at his delicately powerful wings. I smiled at his comment, continuing to clean the dirt and debris off his wings. After the first few days of seeing how drained my mate was, I took it upon myself to spoil him with a hot bath—together, to unwind while I cleaned him.

“You won’t let me do anything else since I got pregnant, the least I can do is take care of you,” I replied, dabbing at the other wing with a soft washcloth.

“That’s precisely why. You’re pregnant, and it should be me cleaning you,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at me.

I rolled my eyes, “I’m not the one doing all the heavy lifting.”

“I beg to differ,” he said as he glanced at my belly, still a small swollen mound.

I tried not to smile. “Your son isn’t that heavy, yet. I’m growing a baby, but you’re,” I paused, not wanting to bring up the ugly business of the day during the time I dedicated just for us. “Doing everything else…”

He was quiet until I finished cleaning his wing and turned to face me before cupping my face in his. “You’re working just as hard as I am Feyre, on top of being pregnant,” he said.

I gripped his wrist lightly, “I know that, but just like you’re taking care of me, I want to take care of you too. This time is for me just as much as it is for you.”

His smile was crooked as he responded, “Fair enough.”

I returned his smile and leaned in to give him a quick kiss. We stayed silent for the duration for our bath, not wanting to disturb our peace, but as soon as we were back in our bedroom, I couldn’t resist bringing up our upcoming plans for our visit to the Court of Nightmares.

“What time are we leaving tomorrow?” I asked as I pulled out a light nightgown from my dresser.

Rhys sighed, “After lunch. Cassian and Az want to go over the reports and statements from Keir’s general. We’re trying to piece together a timeline, and Azriel will go alone to finalize details with him while we’re at court.”

I nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed after slipping on my nightgown. Now that we had most of the information we needed, tomorrow we would travel to the Hewn City and announce my pregnancy. This would be our way of reminding Keir who he served and would continue to serve. We’d solidify our reign by furthering Rhys’s lineage.

I watched as he dried himself off and changed into his own night clothes, a simple pair of black shorts, and smiled as I imagined what our son might look like at his father’s age. Would the image the Bone Carver gave me continue to evolve to resemble Rhys? Would he have some semblance of me as well? Regardless, I dreamed of him growing to look and act like his father. But the thought of my son one day being High Lord, of having to put on the same cruel façade as the rest of us, made my heart clench and Rhys noticed it in my face. He perched on the space in front of me and gingerly placed both hands on my ever-swelling stomach.

“We’ll teach him well. After all, you had a pretty good teacher, if I do say so myself,” he said with a smug grin.

I rolled my eyes, “Maybe he’ll inherit my humility, because you’re hopeless.”

Rhys threw his head back with a bark of laughter before taking hold of my face to capture my lips in a deep kiss. He held me there for a few seconds, resting his forehead against mine.

“We won’t expose him to the Court of Nightmares until he’s ready and comfortable with it. I won’t put any pressure on him, I promise,” Rhys reassured.

“I know you won’t,” I sighed. “I just...can’t picture that yet. I think.”

“Well we haven’t officially met him,” Rhys said with a smirk. “We’ll take it one day at a time.”

I nodded and looked down at my stomach. “For now, I guess you have no choice but to be part of the act, but daddy will make it up to you,” I said with a smile and looked back up at Rhys, who had visibly stiffened at the new word I referred to him as.

He mouthed the word silently as I grinned and brought his hands back to my stomach, “That’s what he’s going to call you, you know.”

He nodded, matching my grin with a wicked one and wiggled his eyebrow, “I wouldn’t be opposed to you calling me that once in a while either.”

I laughed as I shoved him away, his laughter matching my own as he tackled me onto the bed.

Rhys and I stood alone at the gates outside the throne room in the Hewn City; Mor, Cassian, and Azriel already inside waiting for us at the base of the dais. They had gathered all the citizens of the city inside, on the order that their Lord and Lady were making a notable appearance today. I stared at the dark, cruel, scaled beasts carved on either pillar and ran my hands over the gentle swell of my belly. While getting ready this morning, Rhys pulled out a delicately midnight blue, floor-length, long sleeved gown fashioned of tiny sparkling crystals made to resemble lace. I nearly sobbed when my mate revealed that it was a maternity gown his mother made for me.

The impossibly soft fabric hugged my every curve, the patterned lace forming a deep ‘V’ shape over my breasts and opened in the back, allowing my tattoos to be on display. The sleeves capped at my wrists, the lace blending perfectly with the tattoos on both arms. More importantly, the gown hung over the prominence of my stomach; accentuating it enough to send our message without words. The High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court were expecting.

A dangerous announcement to make so early in my pregnancy, but a necessary one thanks to the current looming threat. While we initially feared it would enable Keir to push his and Kallon’s plans into motion sooner than we hoped, now we had our timeline and knew what to expect.

“Ready to be wicked?” Rhys purred as he rested a hand on the small of my back, jolting me from my thoughts.

Glancing again at the beautifully dark and brutal carved beasts on the gates, I nodded with a smirk and turned to him. “Let’s go.”

Both straightening to our full height, Rhys moved his hand to hold mine up as he escorted me into the throne room as the gates groaned open to reveal us to our court. The gathering crowd grew eerily quiet as Rhys and I ascended across the dark marble floor. Then the gasps came as they slowly, one by one, took notice of my stomach.

Though my shoulders were already squared, I tilted my chin up a little higher as the new weight of their observations fell over me. Over the decade I had gotten used to their stares, their murmurings, every time Rhys and I visited. This time was different. A pregnant female was rare and seeing as it had been centuries since a child was born into the ruling family of the Night Court, their gaze almost felt...scandalous. My façade remained as solid as ever as Rhys escorted me to our twin thrones, the crowd ceasing any whispers of my condition as we turned to face them. I sat first, but Rhys remained standing as his eyes met with Keir’s. The male stiffened the second he saw my belly and by the murderous look on Mor’s face, standing at the foot of the dais with the two Illyrians flanking her sides, he must have revealed his immediate disgust.

I could feel Rhys’s front cracking a bit, his dark powers slowly filling the room with shadows as he stared down the steward—who, thankfully, wasn’t sneering this time as he stared back.

“Bow,” was all Rhys said, struggling with the effort to reign in his overprotective instincts from misting Keir on the spot.

While the crowd moved immediately at his order, Keir did so reluctantly, Mor’s mother at his side and following his lead. I sent a gentle wave of my power down the bond in an effort to calm my mate. Don’t let him get to you.

He didn’t respond, instead tightening up his veneer, shadows dissipating, and sat in his throne before waving an idle hand to the court. “Rise,” he commanded.

The crowd moved together as one, and he waved a hand nonchalantly in dismissal; allowing them to return to their business. Keir dismissed his wife and remained across from us before clearing his throat. “I see congratulations are in order,” he commented, his sneer returning as his eyes shifted from our faces to my stomach.

I couldn’t help the protective hand I placed over it, wanting desperately to shield my child, but I instead moved my hand to the top—just below my bust line, emphasizing it more.

“Indeed, though you don’t actually mean it, do you?” Mor drawled, her voice and face fiercely calm.

Keir ignored his daughter and returned his gaze to Rhys, apparently choosing to outright ignore my presence as well, “I take it this means your lineage will pass onto the child?”

“Did you not expect my mate and I to produce any offspring? That I would simply pass my crown onto someone who wasn’t of my blood?” Rhys replied, keeping his stare dark.

Keir shifted on his feet, “I was always under the impression that a powerful High Lord such as yourself would choose not to procreate, why create any direct competition to your rule? Just take a look at the Autumn Court; so many sons all vying for the same throne by any means necessary, including murder.”

His words dripped with disdain, his insinuations mocking. “And yet you chose to try and secure an alliance with the court you warn us of now. From the look of it, you rather idolize the idea of a son overthrowing his father, or vice versa.” I replied, my tone as icy as my mask.

Keir’s shoulders stiffened at my words, his formidable gaze meeting mine. Through the bond, I could feel Rhys’s dark shadows creeping in the corners of the room. Mor and Cassian watched us, their stares deadly and ready to intervene. Azriel was already gone to attend to his mission while we remained.

The steward tilted his head forward in a slight bow, finally acknowledging me. “I would never presume such a thing, milady. As always, I am at your service,” he said, his voice tight.

It took all of my strength not to scoff at his words or snap his neck. Instead, I slowly stood from my throne, leaving my hand on the curved apex of my belly. “My son will inherit this very throne. And if neither I nor my mate grow weary of your existence by then, you will serve him as well.”

“I’m sure your son will rule just as sufficiently, my lady.” He bit back.

The aura in the room shifted as Rhys’s dark shadows were overpowered by my own. I blasted out dark talons of my power and sank them into Keir’s mind, painfully seizing him in place as I took a slow step onto the foot of the dais just a few feet away from Mor and Cassian, who now held their breaths as they watched me. Rhys remained in his throne, his own dark power emanating with mine as I felt a silent nod of approval down the bond.

My heart pounded in my chest from the effort of my display of power, and I felt my knees shake a bit as I continued staring at Keir with an icy smile. “My son will be more than sufficient; I promise you that. As you said, he's the son of a very powerful High Lord. I should also remind you of the power of your High Lady. With the combined powers of all the High Lords in Prythian, including your High Lord, just imagine what his powers would be like? Won’t that be a magnificent sight to behold?”

I tightened my grip on him, and he did his best not to cringe in pain as he managed to hiss, “Yes, milady.”

My power slipped from him immediately as I was unable to hold on, my forehead gleaming with sweat, and it took me a few silent deep breaths before I smiled cruelly. “That’s good to hear.”

Rhys was at my side in a second as my knees trembled again. The exertion it took to intimidate Keir was draining, much more than I had anticipated. I was grateful for my floor length gown hiding my trembling legs as Rhys perched his hand on the small of my back.

Are you okay?

Yes, I just need to sit down. I reassured.

We’re leaving now, don’t worry

Keir was catching his own breath as he stared us down. As much as I didn’t want to reveal any weakness, neither did he. After a minute, he straightened again and tilted his head towards Rhys in a bow. “Is that all you needed milord? Your visit was last minute, and I was in the midst of gathering your reports.”

Azriel had showed up only seconds prior to Keir speaking, giving a silent nod to me and Rhys, indicating he gathered the last of the intel we needed. Rhys waved an idle hand at Keir, “The High Lady and I wanted to share our news and be on our way. Go. Continue to serve me as you have,” he said as he began escorting me back towards the gated doors, Mor, Cassian, and Azriel trailing behind us.

We stopped before stepping into the frame, looking back over his shoulder at Keir--who remained at his same spot before our thrones. “Unless, of course, we grow tired of your existence,” he drawled before we continued out the doors.

The minute we were out of view of him, and the rest of the court patrons, he scooped me up into his arms and flew us into the palace above the mountains, the others right behind us. Amren was waiting in the open hall, seated on a settee, but popped up immediately when she took in my pale features.

“What happened?” She asked, but Rhys ignored her, sitting me gingerly on the settee and kneeling before me to check over my condition.

“I’m fine,” I reassured him and the others as they gathered around me, the jasmine scented breeze already doing wonders to soothe my tired body as I breathed deeply. “That took a lot more effort than it used to, that’s all.”

Mor sighed in relief before grinning smugly, “You did a damn fine job though, the look on his face was priceless.” she boasted.

Cassian crossed his arms over his chest, “I have to admit, you even intimidated me a little bit.”

I smiled tiredly as Rhys stood, facing them. “It intimidated him for now. Maybe that’ll be enough to stumble his plans with Kallon for a while. That alliance explains why he’s been more and more arrogant these past years, but our news of the baby today threw a wrench in their plans. A temporary one at least.”

“Did you get everything you needed?” I asked Azriel.

Everyone turned to the shadowsinger, who nodded. “I went over our timeline with the general, he confirmed the details, but revealed one more possible player.”

We all paused, and Rhys frowned, “Another alliance?”

Azriel nodded, causing Cassian and Mor to curse. Amren crossed her arms, “Let me guess. Beron?”

He nodded again, and Rhys cursed as I sighed. “He really wants that damn alliance with Beron, doesn’t he?” I asked.

“Did the general know what Beron’s role in all this is?” Rhys asked.

Azriel shook his head, “He only knew that they’ve been exchanging letters. No one seems to know what the letters say, or any other context, but it's rumored that it has to do with the coup.”

“We need to keep interrogating the general,” Cassian said. “He’ll find out eventually, and we need him to keep relaying information.”

Rhys nodded in agreement. “I’ll keep my grip on his mind, making sure he forgets but also start leading him to inquire about the letters.”

“I can get one of my spies to keep tabs on Keir,” Azriel insisted, but Rhys shook his head.

“This is a better way in. We can’t let Keir know we’re onto him. We already have your spies trailing Kallon and monitoring the camps in the mountains. Kallon thinks it’s part of our normal rotation. If Keir notices the same presence, he’ll connect the dots.” He explained.

Azriel and Cassian nodded in agreement. “So, what do we do now?” I asked, and one by one everyone took notice of my hand idly caressing my stomach.

Now that the Court of Nightmares knew of my pregnancy, word would spread quickly over the entire Night Court, including the Illyrians. Those behind this rising coup would find a way to regroup and create some new plan of action, that was guaranteed. The news of a potential new alliance with another court meant that their numbers were even greater now. My eyes met with Rhys’s as we both realized at the same time what our next move was.

“We need to call on our friends for an early summit meeting.”

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