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Throwback Fic #4

Unexpected

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Masterlist] [Mal's Orphanage]

Pairing: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!MC, human) ; Tyril x Maiele* Maiele belongs to @lilyoffandoms as do Tyril + Maiele's children Book: Blades of Light and Shadow (future) Word Count: ~1,300 Rating: General, fluff, some angst Prompt: @choicesficwriterscreations : Celebration

Synopsis: Daenarya has an unexpected realization while she, Mal, and the boys (Rayden + Lydo) are visiting Tyril and Maiele.

Daenarya stormed into the room a full five strides ahead of him, not even bothering to greet Tyril, who welcomed them at the door. She plopped down beside Maile with a huff. Arms folded across her chest, her eyes red and puffy as she rested her head on her friend's shoulder.

Maile carefully closed the Elven text he had been reading. His gaze shifted toward Mal and Tyril, having now had time to catch up. "What did you do?"

Mal threw his hands up in the air. "Why do you assume it's me?"

"Perhaps because, it usually is your fault," Tyril quipped, his lips pressing into a smirk. "I'm honestly not sure how Daenarya has put up with you for this long."

"No one asked you, Elf Boy."

Maiele's brow rose challengingly at Mal as he wrapped Daenarya in a supportive embrace.

"I didn't do anything," complained the Rogue. He slumped into the armchair furthest from them, kicking his feet up onto the ornate wooden coffee table.

"Where do you think you are?" Tyril scoffed in disbelief. "Even our youngest is more civilized. Feet off the furniture."

Mal sighed in frustration but complied with the request. He had little energy left to fight. He raked his fingers through his already tousled hair. "I swear. I don't know what I did. Daenarya, please—"

If her looks could kill, Mal would have been a deadman.

"Have you tried apologizing?" Maiele suggested.

"For what?!" Mal grumbled. "One minute, we were laughing with the boys on the way here. The next, she was in tears and wouldn't talk to me."

"That doesn't sound like Daenarya," Tyril argued. "She's the reasonable one of the pair of you, which says a lot."

"Not lately."

"What's that supposed to me?" Daenarya broke her silence, her eyes glistening once more.

The hurried footsteps of children as the front door closed behind them pulled the attention of the adults, their argument ceasing.

Rayden ran forward, a bundle of flowers held haphazardly in his small hands. "To make you feel better, Mama."

"Oh, sweet boy—" She sniffled, the tears pooling in her eyes breaking at his gesture. She pulled her soon-to-be adopted son into her lap. "They're so beautiful. Thank you." She held him to her chest, pressing a kiss to his hair.

"You're squishing me," he giggled.

"My apologies," she smiled, loosening her grip before squeezing tightly again. Her heart felt lighter with each passing second. "I love them and you! Both of you." Her attention shifted to Lydo waiting nearby with Maiele and Tyril's three children.

"Nassandra helped me pick the right ones," Rayden continued, holding up the flowers to her face. "We picked the blue one because it reminded us of the trip we all took a couple of moons ago. Do you remember? There was that whole field of blue and purple flowers dancing in the breeze where we had our picnic."

"I remember," she nodded, her lips pulling up as her eyes creased in the corners, the memory of the trip drifting into focus. It had been a beautiful time, the nine of them laughing and playing, the pair of adults taking turns sneaking off savoring a few precious moments alone while the other pair entertained all five children. "We had fun, didn't we?"

Rayden nodded. "Everyone was really happy. I want you to be happy again."

Daenarya rested her head on his. "I know."

"Maybe we can go back there again? Right now?"

"Hmmm...That would be fun, wouldn't it? Maybe we should wait a little longer, though. We were just there a couple of weeks ago."

"Nuh-uh. It was two moons!"

"I don't think so. It couldn't possibly be that long ago."

"No, the boy is right," Tyril interrupted after some mental calculation. "That trip was 57 days ago, to be exact."

Her brow furrowed in consideration, the color draining from her face as an unexpected realization came into focus. Her attention shifted quickly to Maiele, "Watch them for me?"

"Of course. Everything okay?" He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as she passed Rayden off.

"Mal, I think we need to talk." She chewed her lip as she gestured for him to follow her outside.

"Look, Kit, I'm sorry. I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry." He placed his hand on her shoulder, her back still toward him once they were outside.

She stood frozen, too afraid to share her realization.

He moved in front of her, his finger hooking beneath her chin, lifting her face to meet his. "Please talk to me."

"I think I'm pregnant."

"What?"

"I thought I was just overwhelmed and stressed with the adoptions and taking in the new kids at the orphanage. I thought I was just tired and moody. I thought I had just snuck too many sweets with Rayden and Threep. I thought that trip was just the other day. If it really was two months ago—"

His jaw dropped. "We're having a baby?"

She squeezed her eyes closed and nodded. They had talked about kids, but then they started the orphanage and ended up with a houseful of children in need, two of whom they were adopting.

His lips captured hers fiercely without warning as he enveloped her in his arms. "We're having a baby," he breathed between flurried kisses.

"We're having a baby!" She repeated as they broke apart to catch their breath. She rested her forehead against his, tears streaming down her face. "What about the boys? What about the other children? What about—"

"Shhh—" He cradled her jaw, brushing the tears from her cheek. "We'll figure it out—together."

"I love you, Mal Volari."

"I love you, my beautiful, Daenarya." He kissed her again and again, smiling wider and wider each time. He lifted her into his arms, spinning her around as his excitement grew.

Daenarya screamed at the sudden movement, her joy replacing the sadness she had felt earlier.

The sound of her shriek brought the children running, followed closely by Maiele and Tyril.

"Are you okay?" Rayden ran toward her as Mal set Daenarya down. "You screamed. I was worried."

"I'm sorry for scaring you." She threaded her fingers through his hair. "I was happy, that's all."

He hugged her. "I'm glad the flowers worked."

"Me too."

"Can we go back to playing now?"

Daenarya brushed a kiss on his forehead. "Go ahead."

They watched as the children bounded off, certain to find an adventure of their own.

"Looks like you two made up!" Maiele smirked happily. "Do you two need a room while the kids are distracted for the moment?"

"I think we might be a little too late for that," she shrugged coyly, her hands drifting toward her stomach.

"Really?" Maiele's eyes widened at the news as he moved to her.

"Yeah." She nodded eagerly, unable to school her widening grin.

"Congratulations!" He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He kissed her cheek. "I'm so happy for you."

Mal cleared his throat, trying to push Maiele away from her.

The elf towered over him, giving little consideration to his attempt to separate them. Instead, he pulled Daenarya further away. "You've had your turn." His focus returned to her as he looped his arm with hers. "We should celebrate! Come on, I have just the thing."

Mal stood speechless as Maiele led Daenarya back inside, the two of them giggling gleefully as they discussed the news.

Tyril's firm hand clasped on his shoulder. "Congratulations. You and Daenarya will be wonderful parents. You will be an exceptional father."

His face softened at the genuine tone of the elf's words. "Do you mean that?"

"The reprobate thief I met in Port Parnassus those years ago? No." Tyril paused, his gaze washing over Mal in consideration. "The man that stands before me presently, however, undoubtedly, yes."

"Thank you," Mal choked out, at a loss for words once more.

"That is not to say the child will be civilized or dignified in any manner." His lip twitched up. "Come with me. I am certain we can find a bottle of fine wine worthy of the occasion that you have yet to relieve us of."

Mal smirked proudly, "I wouldn't count on it."

A/N: Mal and Daenarya are both a little chaotic(affectionate) in their own ways. I feel like they talked about having kids, they want to have kids, they didn't take precautions against having kids, and yet, I imagine they would both be oblivious to her being pregnant at first. I imagine she's had signs and symptoms for a couple of weeks and they just made excuses because it never even occurred to them. lol Maybe they'll be more organized and responsible when the child is born?

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Bonds of Sea and Fire - Part 2 (Blades of Light and Shadow)

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Tyril Starfury x Arwen (MC - F!Elf)

Summary: How can trust be forged? At the Wraith's deck, Arwen and Tyril have a conversation under the stars.

Word count: ~3.000

Rating: G

Notes:

* English is not my native language;

* Characters belong to PixelBerry;

* This takes place between chapters 6 and 7 from Blades of Light and Shadow - Book 1.

This is my submission to @choicesaugustchallenge hosted by the lovely @lilyoffandoms - Day 10: late night talking under the stars

At the deck of the ship, Imtura was on her natural environment. Not a member of the pirate crew would dare blink at one of the instructions the captain shouted.  

The Wraith’s sails, filled with a fair wind, spread like wings, taking them away from those cursed islands until they vanished. The sunrays peppered the waters with a shimmer that rivaled the fae fishes’ glow, and there was so much beauty in the world one could risk forgetting the dangers lurking not only in the shadows. 

The waves were like mischievous kids, crashing against the hull and spreading a salty misty all over the deck, heaving the ship high into the air just to let it fall and catch it once more.

The motion was harsher than she’d like, however Arwen was confident. Confident the ship would carry them to the shore no matter the weather. A confidence born from the faith on Imtura’s abilities and determination to find the missing shards and bring Kade back.  

The challenges faced were enough to seal the bond and she came to trust not only her, but all the companions – even if the feeling might not be mutual when it comes to one of them. Her gaze, like in so many occasions these past days, was instantly drawn to the other elf of the party, cleaning the blade of his sword at the opposite side of the deck.

With a heavy sigh, Arwen lets her head fall back on her crossed arms. Eyes on the blue sky and on the passing white clouds, she tries to relax, but her mind constantly drifts to the two shards inside her satchel. Two more to go. At least a week’s journey until Undermount after beaching.  

Hopefully, they’d find the next one there. 

Hopefully, she’d also find the answers to questions of a lifetime. Her heart races with the idea of finally be among her own people. Her people. What a change would it be! 

While the sun gently sinks on the horizon, its golden rays set the sky ablaze; the blue welcoming all shades of orange and red. 

The first star appears, and dusk announces the time of joyful songs, chatter and games. Bottles of the strong orcish ale are passed from hand to hand, while the sound of seagulls is replaced by extraordinary tales, laughter and music.   

The party of adventures eagerly joined the crew, except for Tyril, who does not seem to share the same enthusiasm or friendliness. The elf managed to keep himself the further away from the buzz without jumping ship. After days spent at the sea without a moment of quiet solitude, she supposes he’s reached some personal limit. 

While Threep was gnawing the third fish on a stick, Nia smiled listening to all sorts of anecdotes and jokes, blushing at the obscenities spilling from the sailors’ mouths and Mal’s as well. The man is not intimidated by the orcs towering over him and sat at the improvised table for a game of cards.  

Mal winked at Arwen when she caught a glimpse of one card tucked into his shirt, and she stifled a chuckle at his audacity or sheer recklessness before returning the gesture. Their flirtation, she notices, assumes more and more an air of camaraderie. 

Her contemplation is halted when the bench squeals with Imtura’s weight. The orc slumps beside Arwen with a smirk, gulps the ale and offers the bottle to the elf. 

“Enjoying the sail, landrat?” 

“I’ll be fine as long as there are no storm and no more grobtars,” Arwen quips.  

The orc let’s out a loud guffaw and with a massive hand pats her shoulder. “Worry not! Just good weather ahead. And trust me, if those grobtars know what’s best for them, they’ll avoid the Wraith for a long long time...” 

Besides them, the alcohol blushed Nia’s cheeks, and loosen Mal’s tongue, who shares the most passionate narratives about his deeds and conquers, who involves a lot of flirting his way out of trouble. 

“What’s wrong with that elf friend of yours?” Imtura asks, tilting her head in his direction. “Afraid of the sea, is he?” 

Arwen shrugs, unsure if the orc is concerned about Tyril or annoyed by his aloofness like the rest of the crew seems to be.  

Listening to the exchange, Nia suggests someone should invite him to join them for a cards game and cast a not-so-subtle look at Arwen. She wonders if Nia noticed the fleeting glances exchanged between the two or assumes she’s got a better chance at talking him into accepting the offer for being an elf herself. Either way, she accepts the challenge.  

Without a word, she takes the bottle, stands up and unconsciously rake her fingertips through her windblown hair, combing it back in place as much as possible. 

The wooden floor creaks beneath her feet when she approaches him, who glances over his shoulder acknowledging her presence. 

Tucking stray locks of his long hair behind an ear, his gaze follows her attentively, and by his expression and the absence of a scowl, she chooses to believe her company is a welcomed one.  

Tipping the bottle of ale at him, he purses his lips and shakes his head.  

“My senses must be sharp.” 

“Imtura says we can expect nothing but good weather,” she replies leaning against the railing beside him, but keeping some respectful distance. 

“The sea is untrustworthy,” Tyril confides.  

There’s bitterness when the elf utters the last word that is not missed by her keen senses. After the past days of companionship and fighting side by side, she hoped his opinion of the party would have changed for the better. Or mostly, his opinion of her.  

“Is it only the sea you do not trust?” she asks and grimaces after gulping the strong ale. 

Mulling at her words, he fixed his gaze at the starry sky. 

“Have you ever seen a swordsmith working?” 

Even though it was an unusual question, Arwen confirmed she had seen many times the blacksmith at Riverbend forging all sorts of objects. Closing her eyes, she could almost feel the heat in the air and hear the clang of metal on metal. 

“The craftmanship requires not only strength, but mostly diligence and a great dose of patience. The swordsmith cannot hurry the process otherwise the blade might flake and shatter… Trust, I’ve learnt, must be forged like a sword. And one cannot be certain it is perfected and will withstand until it’s drawn and tested. Peace is not a good test for a sword, like a smooth sea does not make a skilful sailor,” he concluded in his grave tone without meeting her eyes. 

“Trust, friendship and loyalty, I believe, can be forged by different and unexpected means.”  

Her statement is met by a quizzical stare that lingers far too long to be ignored.  

“You think I am naïve.” Her words break the heavy silence that fell upon them. 

Something crosses Tyril’s face, and he shakes his head to deny her assumption.  

“I do not, but...”  

There’s a long pause and she struggles to not fill the silence.  

His gaze flicks from her face to the infinite dark sea surrounding them, and she almost expects him not to complete the sentence. But he speaks again and when he does, his words are drowning in sorrow. “If you freely offer your trust to the undeserving of such gift, they’ll take it for granted and won’t hesitate before stabbing your back...” 

His body has become so rigid with tension that if not for his long raven strands blown by the salty breeze one could mistake him with a statue. While he stares at the sky, she wonders which kind of betrayal stole his faith in others. 

“What do you suggest then? Should I mistrust everyone including yourself?”  

Her questioning sound a lot like teasing, which partly is her intention to try and light the mood. However, judging by the seriousness of his expression contemplating the sky as if the answer could be hidden among the stars, he considers it worthy of a genuine answer. 

“Trust no one outside your house.” He pauses and his gaze turns away from the sky to meet hers. “I learned it from my father once I was old enough to stand on my own feet. Your house and your blood – those are the sole things that matter and upon which you can rely on...” His face remains impassive, but his voice wavers with emotion and she struggles to control the urge to reach for his hand. “I suggest you consider the advice from someone who’s seen what happens if one loses sight of that...” 

Sipping the ale, she cast a longing glance at the sea and thinks of her life at the nurturing community of Riverbend. Such a long way from where they are now! Her thoughts return to Kade, her only family. His blood is not her blood, but her fate and his are the same. They were united to share the kind of sincere love that would take either of them to the ends of the earth to save the other, just like she is doing now. 

“Not some advice easily taken...” she mutters the words hoping they’d disappear into the throat of the bottle. “Not when you’re twice orphaned....”

His eyes widened for the briefest moment, a glimpse of sorrow crossing them, before he uttered an attempt to apologise in what she assumes is part of Undermount’s fine etiquette.  

“It was a long time ago...” she dismisses with a forced smile, despite the hollow in her chest that aches more frequently than she would let anyone suspect. “With no house to have my back... I guess my experience and perspective on the matter might be a little different from yours...”  

He nods, and his gaze contemplates her face until he averts his eyes. “I suppose.”  

She releases a breath, thankful he does not press on.  

When she looks back at him, Tyril’s chin tilted up, exposing his elegant long neck, and his gaze is fixed on the stars again.  

Maybe he’ll speak of the constellations, she hopes; maybe he’s lost in thoughts that are not meant to be shared with her, which would be less desirable. Her heart aches, fearing to have this moment abbreviated. 

Arwen takes another swig at the ale, building the courage to bring another topic and encourage him to maybe speak more of himself. She doesn’t exactly know why, but she craves to learn more... Probably because he’s an elf and holds the knowledge she so long desired; or maybe that’s just what she keeps telling herself to not think about the other reason for her eagerness... 

She licks her lips, and a warm smile curls them.   

“May I ask you a question?”  

His long black hair sways when his head turns, and his eyes return to her face. It’s difficult to determine if it’s the sight of him and his piercing eyes or the sea that makes her sway gently. 

“Are you a poet, Lord Tyril of Undermount?” 

“Excuse me?”  

“A poet,” the words slowly roll from her tongue.  

“You mock me?” he scowls, and she stifles a giggle. 

His face is always ready to respond with indignation, as if expecting to always meet the worst in those around him. It’s amusing, but also makes her wonder the depths of the loneliness this mindset brings. The frown is back, and she'd like to erase it with a kiss, right between his eyebrows, to help erase whatever poisons his mind.   

“Mock you? Absolutely not,” she stresses the negative word and heaves her hands in theatrical surrender, unable to supress the grin parting her lips. “I’d never dare mock someone who could slice me in half like butter and not break a sweat!” And look like a gorgeous angel of death while doing so...  

“I’d never draw my sword against you!” his response is quick and apparently more truthful than he intended.

The butterflies on her stomach almost flee through her mouth, taking her voice away with them, but she whispers, “You wouldn’t?”

He coughs and covers his mouth.  

“Don’t be absurd!” he scoffs. “Everyone knows that is not the appropriate punishment for mockery and slander according to the elven code!” 

“Oh, right,” she utters with sheer disappointment. 

The graveness of his expression gives way to the slightest twitch of his lips, and that’s when she sees it: the small, almost imperceptible smile, and the glint of mischief in his eyes.  

She gasps, “Was that... a joke?” 

“Everybody knows I do not joke about such matters. Or any matter at all.” His face is still quite serious, but his voice not so much. It wavers as if he's struggling to contain the laughter bubbling inside. What would it take for him to let it out? “Beware, if you sustain those false accusations, you might face time in the dungeon...”

“Oh! We don’t want that, do we?” she teases.

The amusement reaches the corners of his eyes. 

“Wow! You cracked a joke and evaded the question... I’m impressed, Tyril!” 

“Ludicrous allegations are not worthy a rebuttal,” he finally says, his words coated by a lilt of a laugh and his lips slightly curled at the corners. But it isn’t enough. She needs to see him smiling, unabashedly baring his teeth, cackling with her... so relaxed that his beautiful blue skin would be freed of the soft lines marking the area in between his eyebrows.

“Too late! I already have evidence.”

“Evidence?” he echoes.

Grinning, Arwen moves a little closer, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.

“The sword was a good metaphor. Fits a trained warrior like yourself, but hints you got the heart of a poet hidden in there…” She points at his chest, and his eyes narrow, but not in a menacingly way; there’s a hint of amazement at the gesture. When one of her fingertips lightly touches the armour over his heart, Tyril visibly swallows, despite not drinking anything. 

A teasing smile plays on her lips, appreciating the way his cheeks have darkened again, tinting themselves in that lovely shade of lavender she’s fascinated with. Would his cheeks be soft and warm against her fingers? 

“And since you did not deny my assumption, from now on, I’ll be picturing you writing poetry late at night, pen in hand, eyes squinted in concentration... Warrior by day, poet by night...” 

He takes a deep breath and a step away from her, then sharp words fly from his tongue, “How could I make time for poetry when the Shadow Court is spreading their corruption in these lands? Endangering the entire world? I could never waste precious time with such frivolity!” 

“Can’t you do both?” Her lips roll inside her mouth, and she moistens them, giving them both time to contemplate the idea. “Can’t you allow yourself to be overwhelmed by the beauty in the world, love and whatever else moves you... without losing sight of your quest? I believe it can be a motivating force to achieve greater things...” 

“You assume much about myself, including that I would have any talent for poetry...” 

“I’m certain you do, and I envy you.”  

A wistful smile curls her lips when she remembers the first time she saw the sea at Port Parnassus, the way her heart filled with so much joy and craved to have Kade’s talents and compose a song to immortalize that feeling, to share it with him once they are reunited.  

“When I first saw the sea, I was just...Wow!” She waved her hands to try and convey all that excitment. “My first thought when my brain stopped screeching was 'Gods, I wish Kade was here!'” She takes a deep breath, and leans forward, letting both her elbows rest on the railing, the bottle held close against to her chest. “If he were there, he'd have the perfect words... and five minutes later he'd pop a new song and just capture that moment... you know? But he was not there... I was and it seemed like a waste of prettiness... What will I tell him?” She shrugged. “The sea was huge... and blue... and... I don’t do metaphors! And I'm physically uncapable of rhyming!” 

“Maybe you underestimate your capabilities...” he said softly when she stopped rambling.

The bottle almost plummeted into the dark waters, and she took it to her lips once more, before speaking again.

“Kade is the storyteller, the singer... My talent with words is from an entirely different nature.” She winked at him to make sure he understood what she meant by that, and he looked away, which usually is not what happen when she does that with her charming smile.

“Hey! Kit, are you and Elf boy coming over or what?” Mal question rings in the air and she’s reminded of what she came to do in the first place.  

“Would you like to join us? We’re playing cards, sharing tales…” 

A mere glance at the groups, and the crease between his eyebrows returns and looks even deeper than before.  

She risks a pat on his arm, and says softly, “The swordsmith needs something to work on...”  

Tyril’s eyes flick to her face, and his reluctance slowly vanishes. With a nod, he accepts the suggestion and follows her towards the improvised table. 

“Oh, look!” Nia cries, “How fortunate! Mal was about to tell us of the encounter with Duke Erthax!” 

“Listen closely, elf boy, you can learn a thing or two!” 

Tyril halts and Arwen looks over her shoulder.  

“Does your party really requires a thief?”  

“We’ve been through this,” she huffs amused, “you cannot throw Mal overboard.” 

The elf sighs.  

“May I?” Tyril asks, pointing at the bottle, and she hands it. The elf coughs loudly after taking a swig not anticipating the pungent taste, drawing the attention of the group who failed at pretending not to pay attention at the two of them. 

“It’ll get better.” She pats his arm lightly. 

“The taste?” he snorts. “I highly doubt that!” 

“Everything.” She winks and receives the bottle from Tyril’s hand.  

When he crosses the last steps and takes a seat with the others, she smiles to herself, celebrating this small victory, anticipating the others certainly to come. 

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AtoW: Oct 27 - Nov 2, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱 = Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA+

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Bonds of Sea and Fire (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️ | Tyril Starfury x F!Elf!MC - @missameliep Part 4

Kaya and Tyril 🎨 | Tyril Starfury & F!Elf!MC - @erixadraws

Vampire!Daenarya and her favorite food source 🎨 | Mal Volari x F!Human!MC - @cashweasel C: @storyofmychoices

CRIMES OF PASSION

Trystan Thorne 🎨 | M!Trystan Thorne - @lilyoffandoms

DESIRE AND DECORUM

Second Chances (Series) ✒️ | Prince Hamid x F!MC - @missameliep Chapter 25: It Starts With a Kiss

THE FRESHMAN SERIES

Daily Hug 🎨 | Zig Ortega x F!MC - @choiceswithmika

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Ripley Reese 🎨 | F!MC - @storyofmychoices C: @rjschoicesstuff

NIGHTBOUND

Lost ✒️ | Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart F/AtoW List: Oct 27 - Nov 2, 2024

RED CARPET DIARIES

I Dream of [Thomas &] Alex 🎨 | Thomas Hunt x F!MC - @callmebeem C: @theartoflovingthomashunt

I Dream of [Thomas &] Alex : The Sequel 🎨 | Thomas Hunt x F!MC - @robboyu C: @theartoflovingthomashunt

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

In Astra (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️ | Drake Walker x F!OC - @nestledonthaveone Chapter 4

Princesa Real 2 (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77 Chapter 51: Culpas y despedidas 🔥 Chapter 52: Un nuevo comienzo Chapter 53: Una noche inolvidable

Royal Adventures (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @tessa-liam Chapter 1: All Hallow's Eve

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Ships I'll Write For

for reference :)

Pixelberry

Alpha

m!Channing Lowe x m!MC (Kalani Mochizuki)

America's Most Eligible

Carson Stewart x f!MC (Juliet James)

Blades of Light and Shadow

Nia Ellarious x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend)

Valax x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend)

Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury

Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury x m!elf!MC (Hades Nightbloom)

Bloodbound

Adrian Raines x Gaius Augustine

Dirty Little Secrets

m!Carpenter (Emmett King) x m!MC (Brooklyn Peters)

High School Story

Wes Porter x Ezra Mitchell

Payton Saunders x f!MC (Lola Williams)

Michael Harrison x nb!MC (Jamie Baxter)

Mia Warren x Katherine

Ajay Bhandari x m!MC (Matty Wright)

Hollywood U

Thomas Hunt x f/nb!MC (Jackie Winters)

Hot Couture

Marco Di Vincenzo x f!MC (Analise Moore)

Immortal Desires

m!Cas x m!Gabe x nb!MC (Reese O'Malley)

Lewyn Junius x m!OC (Jude Junius)

It Lives Anthology

Noah Marshall x m!MC (Harry Spear)

Noah Marshall x Connor Green

Connor Green x m!MC (Jesse Harrison)

Ava Cunningham x f!MC (Raven Adams)

Stacy Green x f!MC (Ivy Lovelace)

Imogen Wescott x f!MC (Fiona Vance)

Tom Sato x m!MC (River Vance)

Danni Asturias x f!MC (Merliah Vance)

Abel Flint x nb!MC (Ollie Bridgers)

Lincoln Aquino x nb!MC (Keagan Burke)

Amalia de León x nb!MC (Lottie Hamilton)

Jocelyn Wu x f!MC (Eleanor Wilkins) (slowburn)

Matthias McQuoid x m!OC (Ezra Wilkins)

Laws of Attraction

Gabe Ricci x Aislinn Tanaka x nb!MC (Sav Zarza)

Open Heart

Ethan Ramsey x m!MC (Sydney Valentine)

Ethan Ramsey x Tobias Carrick

Aurora Emery x Sienna Trinh

Queen B

Zoey Wade x f!MC (Quinn Hughes)

Ian Kingsley x f!MC (Quinn Hughes)

Untameable Anthology

m!Kit Jackson x m!MC (Jules Rojas)

Mandy Martinez x Ryder Wilson x m!MC (Barrett Kemp)

Gravity Falls

Stan Pines x Reader

Stan Pines x nb!OC (JD Willows)

Ford Pines x Fiddleford McGucket

Grey's Anatomy/Station 19

Mark Sloan x Jackson Avery x Lexi Grey

Mark Sloan x Jackson Avery

Meredith Grey x Derek Shepherd

Meredith Grey x Andy Herrera

Victoria Hughes x Lucas Ripley

Izzie Stevens x Denny Duquette

Ben Warren x Miranda Bailey

Cristina Yang x Teddy Altman

Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca

[february2024choiceschallenge]

Masterlist 1: B - M Blades of Light & Shadows - Murder at Homecoming Blades of Light and Shadow

Aerin Valleros x m!human!mc - ART - @lilyoffandoms for @aria-ashryver Eros/Philia

All The Kisses - ART - Mal Volari x F!MC - @cammarada C: @storyofmychoices Eros

Crossroads - FIC - Aerin Valleros, NB!elf!MC - @storyofmychoices Philia

Daenarya x Miele Fanart - F!MC x MC - ART - @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices Philia/Ludus

Imtura tal Kaelen x f!orc!mc Fanart - ART - @lilyoffandoms for @trappedinfanfiction Eros

A Whitetower Festival of Friendship and Love - FIC - Mal Volari x F!MC - @dutifullynuttywitch Eros/Pragma

Woven Threads & Winding Roads - FIC - @aria-ashryver for @thosehallowedhalls Eros/Philia/Pragma

Woven Threads & Winding Roads Parts 3 & 4 - FIC - Tyril Starfury x f!human!mc - @aria-ashryver for @thosehallowedhalls Eros/Philia/Pragma

Bloodbound

Hide Me In Thy Wounds - FIC - Gaius Augustine x F!MC - @gaiuskamilah Agape

Crimes of Passion

The 2AM Christmas Tree Farm - ART - m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @lilyoffandoms for @thosehallowedhalls Eros/Philia

A Bronx Valentine - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter Eros/Philia

Of Cloudless Climes and Stary Skies: Chapter 3 - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

Home Without Part 2 - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls Eros/Philia

An Interlude of Grief - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

Love is Dead (Or Is It?) - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls Eros

Moments of Truth - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x M!MC @thosehallowedhalls Philia

Second Chances - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x M!MC - @thosehallowedhalls Philia/Ludus/Pragma

Tabloids, or a story in 5 headlines - FIC - Trystan Thorne x F!MC - FIC - @thosehallowedhalls Philia/Ludus/Eros/Pragma

High School Story

Aiden Zhou x MC Fanart - ART - @lilyoffandoms for @cadybear420 Eros/Philia/Pragma

Evie and Aiden Prom Photos - EDITS - @cadybear420 Eros/Philia/Pragma

Rolling on Forward - FIC - @cadybear420 Storge/Philia/Eros/Pragma

Holywood U

Cafe Whispers & Scone Kisses - FIC - Addison Sinclair x F!MC - @storyofmychoices Ludus

Immortal Desires

Immortal Desires Edits - EDITS - Cas/Cassie Harlow x Gabe/Gabriela Adalhard - @aria-ashryver

Répondez, S'il Vous Plaît ! 3 - ART - ID OCs - @lilyoffandoms for @aallotarenunelma Eros/Philia/Ludus

With Love From the O'Rinn Family - EDITS - Cas Harlow x Gabe Adalhard x M!MC - @aria-ashryver Philia/Storge

Laws of Attraction

Date Night - FIC - Gabe Ricci x M!MC - @choicesmc Eros

Multiple Stories

Immortal Desires, It Lives in the Woods, It Lives Beneath, It Lives Within, Murder at Homecoming

EROS: Passion in Other Ways - TRR/RCD OCs- ART - @mariemarieohcontrary Passion/Philia

Pairing Inspired Playlist - PLAYLIST - Multiple Pairings - @aallotarenunelma Eros/Philia/Storge/Pragma

Murder at Homecoming

Let Me Be Your Valentine, St. Valentine - FIC - Donovan Navarro x NB!MC - @aallotarenunelma Eros/Philia/Ludus/Pragma

Masterlist - Part 2

[choicesflashfics]

Here is the masterlist of the holiday fics from the Flashifcs Holiday Prompt event. Thank you to everyone who participated and/or shared for others to see!

A Meeting in Wyoming - @ladylamrian (Nightbound; Nik Ryder x F!MC)

Holiday Shopping - @rosepetals1 (Perfect Match; Hayden Young x F!MC)

Christmas Tree Dilemma - @rosepetals1 (Perfect Match; Hayden Young x F!MC)

Turning the Page Chapter 7: Because I Love You - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!MC)

Under the Mistletoe - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

Dashing Through the Snow - @kristinamae093 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

Turning the Page Chapter 8: Home is Where the Heart Is - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!MC)

Favors - @cariantha (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

Blame It On The Mistletoe - @kristinamae093 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

Beneath the Mistletoe - @storyofmychoices (Blades of Light and Shadow; F!MC x OC / Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury / Mal Volari x F!MC / Tyril Starfury x OC)

Holiday Cheer - @storyofmychoices (Open Heart; Bryce Lahela x F!OC / Ethan Ramsey x F!MC / Tobias Carrick x F!MC)

Jouluyö - Christmas Night - @aalltarenunelma (Immortal Desires, ILITW, ILB Crossover; Multiple Pairings)

Impossibly Perfect - @storyofmychoices (Open Heart; Bryce Lahela x F!OC)

You’re All I Need - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

Marabelle Chapter 8: A Princess for a Prince - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

Traditions - @bebepac (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!MC)

Peppermint Kisses - @peonierose (Crimes of Passion; Trystan Thorne x F!MC)

Snowed in at the Cabin - @aallotarenunelma (It Lives; Lincoln McQuoid x NB!MC)

Making It Work - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

[choicespride]

Choices Pride 2024 Week 1 Masterlist

Blades of Light and Shadow

I'm standing there... on the balcony in summer air - Nia Ellarious x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend) - art by @mydemonsdrivealimo, submitted by @peonyblossom

riverbend's best butcher! and some elf lord - Tyril Starfury x m!orc!MC (Lawod Nagoni) - @gaiuskamilah

Crimes of Passion

nora & trystan & pride - Trystan Thorne x MC (Nora Rose) - @inlocusmads

The Freshman

Rin & Madison QPR HCs - Madison Eckhart & OC (Rin Day) - @choicesmc

It Lives Anthology

Lesbian MCs Picrew - f!MC (Ivy Lovelace, ILITW), f!MC (Merliah Vance, ILB), f!MC (Eleanor Wilkins, ILW) - @peonyblossom

MC Picrews - m!MC (Harry Spear, ILITW), m!MC (Isaak Vance, ILB), nb!MC (Ollie Bridgers, ILW) - @peonyblossom

MC Picrews - f!MC (Raven Adams), f!MC (Fiona Vance), nb!MC (Keagan Burke) - @peonyblossom

MC Picrews - m!MC (Jesse Harrison, ILITW), m!MC (River Vance, ILB), nb!MC (Lottie Hamilton, ILW) - @peonyblossom

Murder at Homecoming

rowan & stevie & pride - Stevie Sun x MC (Rowan) - @inlocusmads

[aprilchallenge]

Fics of the Week

Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Jane Fletcher

Common Ground 🌸 @inlocusmads

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey McTavish

Crash - Part 1 🌸 @jerzwriter

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Cassie Valentine (F!MC)

Breaking News 🌸 @liaromancewriter

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Meera Bose

Love Again 🌸 @headoverheelsforramsey

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Tatum Erikson-Ramsey

The Easter Magic 🌸 @txemrn

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley

Unspoken 🌸 @storyofmychoices

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey McTavish

Learning Curve 🌸 @jerzwriter

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey McTavish

A Carrick Family Easter 🌸 @jerzwriter

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee

Sweet Reaction: An Ethan and Kaycee Easter fic 🌸 @jerzwriter

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Cassie Valentine

Begin Again 🌸 @liaromancewriter

TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Sleepless in New York: Chapter 9 - Edge of the Night 🌸 @karahalloway - mature

Blades of Light and Shadow

Tyril Starfury x Arwen (f!elf!MC)

Nothing is impossible with you 🌸 @missameliep

The Red Carpet Diaries

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer (F!OC)

Happy Easter 🌸 @theartoflovingthomashunt

Artwork / Edits:

Open Heart

Featuring: Tobias Carrick

Happy April Fool‘s Day 🌸 @beyondsimsreality

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Spring Flowers 🌸 @potionsprefect

Pairing: Soraya Auclair (F!OC) x Meilani Leahi (F!OC)

Viva Las Vegas 🌸 @peonierose

Featuring: Sadie Oakley

Sadie’s Self Care Sunday #26 🌸 @peonyblossom

Featuring: Sadie Oakley

Sadie’s Self Care Sunday #27 🌸 @peonyblossom

Featuring: Tobias Carrick, Casey McTavish and Aurora Emery

Enchanted 🌸 @jerzwriter

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Meera Bose

Wrong Number 🌸 @headoverheelsforramsey

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey McTavish (F!MC)

Homecoming 🌸 @jerzwriter

Featuring: Olivia Hadley

Sunshine Pediatrics 🌸 @storyofmychoices

Featuring: Olivia Hadley

Barbie 🌸 @storyofmychoices

Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC); Cassie Valentine (F!MC); OH Gang

Wedding Traditions 🌸 @liaromancewriter

Blades of Light and Shadow

Geometric Tyril Starfury 🌸 @storyofmychoices

The Red Carpet

Featuring: The Hunt Family

Happy Easter from the Hunt Family 🌸 @theartoflovingthomashunt

Headcannons

Open Heart

Featuring: Dr. Melissa Cabrera

The Hopkins Girls 🌸 @headoverheelsforramsey

Nightbound

Featuring: Alex Fontaine x Nik Ryder

Beautiful Dress 🌸 @ladylamrian

[princess-geek]

@noesapphic

 💖 The Cursed Heiress new chapters. This series has no compassion for my poor nerves ;) I can't wait for all the emotions in the next chapters.

💖 For Love and Duty I’m so thirsty for new chapters! It’s a must for any Desire and Decorum fan.

@storyofmychoices

💖  Everything about Thomas Hunt x Alex (Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Red Carpet Diaries). I love them more with each new fic, just like Bryce x Olivia ([ Olivia Hadley Masterlist ])

💖 A Proposal (of sorts) 

@missameliep

💖  Like Poetry (Blades of Light and Shadow - Tyril Starfury x f!human!MC) One of the most wonderful things I have ever read!

💖  A Love like no other (Desire & Decorum - Mr. Sinclaire x MC)

💖 Tonight I wanna hold you (Desire and Decorum AU! - Mr. Sinclaire x OC)

@choicesfandomappreciation​, you always bright up this fandom and our hearts! Thank you!

[choicesmonthlychallengejune2022]

Choices June Challenge - Week 4 Masterlist

Blades of Light and Shadow

June: A Night Kiss [Tyril Starfury x OC - fanart/fanfic] - @lilyoffandoms​

Mother of the Year

Me and My Guy [Levi Schuler x daughter] - @storyofmychoices​

Open Heart

A Pinch of Pink and Blue, This One’s For You [Bryce Lahela x F!OC] - @peonierose​

… and I needed you to know.  [Tobias Carrick x F!MC] - @jerzwriter​

Beautiful  [Ethan Ramsey x F!MC] - @coffeeheartaddict2​

Bowling & Boogie [Bryce Lahela x F!OC] - @peonierose​​

Daddy’s Rays of Sunshine [Tobias Carrick x F!MC- fanart] submitted by   @jerzwriter / art by @bayleedrawsx​ 

Father’s Day [Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - edit] -@lucy-268

Father to Be [Bryce Lahela x F!OC] - @storyofmychoices

Pride and Joy [Ethan Ramsey, Alan Ramsey - fanart] submitted by @jerzwriter​ / art by @bayleedrawsx​  

Ramsey Family Portrait [Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - edit] @peonyblossom​

Recharged [Ethan Ramsey x F!MC] - @jerzwriter​

Start of Something New [Ethan Ramsey x F!MC] - @trappedinfanfiction​

What Happened in Vegas - Chapter 1: Take Off [Ethan Ramsey x F!MC] - @jerzwriter​

​What If? Part 3 [Ethan Ramsey x F!MC] - @liaromancewriter​

What If? Epilogue  [Ethan Ramsey x F!MC] - @liaromancewriter

[choicesnovchallenge2021]

Edit

Open Heart

Show Me A Garden That’s Bursting Into Life | Sienna Trinh x M!OC, Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @gryffindordaughterofathena​

Fanfiction

Blades of Light and Shadow

Blades Drabble | Tyril Starfury x M!elf!MC (Maiele Nightbloom) - @lilyoffandoms​

The Royal Romance

Not Just A Horse | Party Liam Rys x MC (Jade Bourbon-Rys) - @lorirwritesfanfic​

[storyofmychoices]

The Quest for Daenarya

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage]

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!MC)

Other Characters: Tyril Starfury, Nia Ellarious, Thalassa (OC orphan), Lysander (OC orphan), Ovisa (OC orphan)

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow II, Chapter 3

Word Count: ~2,600

Rating/Warnings: Teen to be safe; blades (daggers, swords), angst with a happy ending

A/N: I had wanted to publish this before chapter 3, but life got in the way. I still hope you enjoy my version of Mal x Daenarya's reunion.

Synopsis: After hearing her stories, Thalassa, Ovisa, and Lysander decide it is their quest to bring Daenarya back to Mal, they just never imagined it would be so easy.

This follows Shadows of Hope (Mal's grief) and Her Legacy (where the children were introduced).

Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest. Her steps, once confident and purposeful, now felt hesitant and uncertain. It had been a year since she last saw him, not for her—or at least it had not felt like it to her— but for him. The anticipation of their reunion weighed heavily on her. Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of him and the orphanage he had opened, a dream they had once shared. She was proud of him, more than words could express, but a profound sadness tugged at her. They were going to build it together. They had whispered plans late at night of the life they'd build and the lives they'd save. She knew how much the orphanage meant to him, how much it meant to both of them and not being there had been a constant ache in her heart since she had first learned of it. He did it, though, and she admired him so much for that.  

A lump swelled in her throat. Her thoughts shifted, swirling with doubts and fears. What if their connection had faded during their time apart? What if he had moved on, found another Contessa (or two) to fill the void she had left behind? She couldn't blame him. That was the life he led—but that was before her. The idea of losing him, even though they were worlds apart, was a pain she couldn't bear to imagine. She swallowed hard, putting the idea out of her thoughts. Even if he had, it wouldn't take away from the man he became in her absence, the man she always knew he could be. 

As she neared the orphanage, her steps grew slower, her anxiety intensifying. She took a deep breath and steadied herself, determined to face whatever lay ahead. She needed to see him, to tell him everything, and to hopefully share in their dream once more.

"Shall we wait here?"

The elf's voice startled her, drawing her back. His presence along with Nia's reminded her that this was more than a happy reunion. There was still a job to do, even if for just a moment, she had let herself forget. Forget the stakes. Forget the journey that awaited them. Forget that two of her friends were beside her. For her, it was just them. Just her and Mal. 

She nodded subtly as she climbed the 3 stone steps to the orphanage door. She paused for a moment; her fingers ran over the sign reading "Mal's Orphanage", and below it, the words "no longer forgotten". Her heart swelled with pride and admiration. 

Her closed fist hovered over the door as she worked up the strength to knock. She drew in a deep breath, steadying herself as she rocked her fist forward, only to find the door opening before she could make contact with it. 

Three little faces greeted her. They instinctively took a step back, the oldest standing protectively in front of the younger two.

"Oh, hello," Daenarya offered softly, a smile of delight filling her face. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just looking for my friend. Maybe you know him?"

The children studied her closely, whispering to one another.

"That's her!" Thalassa insisted, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "We found her!"

"Are you sure?" Ovisa questioned. "I wouldn't think our first quest would be this easy?"

"She looks just like her!" Thalassa continued. "You've seen that drawing Mr. Mal has in his room. That's her." 

Lysander considered the girls' words a moment, thinking back to the drawing and looking at the woman standing before them. "I think you're right." 

"What do we do now?" Thalassa questioned. The three children ignored Daenarya as they stood huddled in the doorway.

"We should just make sure," Ovisa advised. "We don't want to get this wrong." 

"Agreed!" Lysander turned back to the stranger at the door. "What's your name?"

"Daenarya." 

Thalassa squealed and bounced in place, vibrating with excitement. "I knew it! I knew it!"

"We really did it!" Ovisa cheered along.

Lysander stood proudly. He couldn't help but get caught up in the excitement. He tried to hope for Mr. Mal and the girls, but he didn't think any of them would ever be able to save her, but here she was. "Can you wait here?"

He shut the door, closing Daenarya outside before she had time to reply. 

Ovisa opened the door again, poking her head out. "We'll be right back." She closed it once more.

Daenarya couldn't stop the giggle of amusement rising in her chest. Any doubts or worries melted away at the sight of those precious children. He did good. 

A scream of anticipation pierced the air as the children bounded through the house. No door or wall in all the realms could contain their flurry of excitement as they ran through the halls and rooms, screaming for Mal. 

Mal ran to them at the sounds, questioning what could be wrong, fearing the worst, his hand wrapped around the hilt of his dagger, ready to fight anyone who might threaten them. 

"We found her! We really found her," Thalassa screamed, pulling on Mal's arm, attempting to drag him forward. 

"It's her! We did it," Ovisa added, pushing the drawing of Daenarya she had taken from his room in his face. "We checked and everything." 

"I didn't believe it, but the girls are right. We found Daenarya," Lysander agreed. "Can you believe it?"

Mal's head spun at the fast pace of their words but also from what they claimed. He knew how much they wanted to help, how much finding her meant to them since first telling them her story, but it couldn't be. He just didn't know how to let them down. They loved their make-believe games, but this one hurt more than any other could. "Did you now?" He finally offered, trying to play along. 

"We did! We really did!" Thalassa continued pulling on him. Her small frame did little to move the strong rogue. 

"I'm so proud of you." His smile was weak, not reaching his eyes that glistened at the sound of her name on their innocent lips. "I will need to hear all about your worthy quest."

The children exchanged looks. There really wasn't much to tell about their quest. They hadn't really considered that before. 

"Well, we were going to go out and look around town," Ovisa started. She conveniently left out the part where she had planned to pickpocket some nobles. "We wanted to do research and ask around, but really all we had to do was open the door."

"So you found a magical door? A portal to the Shadow Realm?" Mal played into her story. "We'll have to alert the palace at once."

"No, I don't think so," Ovisa shook her head in confusion. She turned her attention to Lysander. "Is the front door magic?" Her eyes widened at the possibility.

"I don't think so," he pondered it a moment.

"The front door?" Mal questioned. "Of what?"

"Of here!" Thalassa dug her heels in, pulling harder. "That's what we're trying to tell you."

"This isn't a game?" His heart pounded in his chest.

"What game?" Lysander didn't know what he was talking about. "We really found her. She's outside."

Mal's feet carried him down the halls to the front of the building. His thoughts were torn between hope that they were telling the impossible truth and the pain of it being their attempt to cheer him up. Each step felt like a lifetime. The excited cheers and chatter of the children pulling and pushing him forward was a distant sound. All he could hear was the sound of his heart drumming in his ears, ready to break when she wasn't there. He couldn't let them see him like that. 

"Maybe I should go alone," he decided when they finally reached the door. 

"Awww," Thalassa let out a soft whimper. "But we wanted to see!"

Lysander pulled the girls back a step. "We're here if you need us."

Mal offered a half-hearted smile as he patted them on the back. "I'm so proud of all of you. I hope you know that."

"We do," Ovisa hugged him. "Now go!"

Mal nodded, reaching for the door. He schooled his face, hoping not to let his disappointment show to them. The door crept open slowly. Instead of the dark streets of White Tower waiting for him, he saw what he could only believe was a mirage of her. 

He closed his eyes, shaking away her memory. He couldn't do this. Not now. He could break down later. But not while the children were there. He counted his breaths and shook the tears away, knowing that when he opened his eyes, the vision of her would be gone. 

But she wasn't.

Her glistening eyes met his own as she stood locked with his gaze. "Mal." 

She rushed forward, throwing her arms around his neck. She buried her face in him. 

It took him a moment longer to return the gesture. He half expected her to melt away if he touched her, but she didn't. His arms enveloped her as he pulled her closer. 

As Mal held Daenarya in his arms, the world around him seemed to blur and fade away. The sensation of her presence, her warmth, her breath against his neck, was almost too much to bear. His knees grew weak, and for a moment, he feared he might collapse under the weight of his emotions. Everything he had felt during their time apart, the grief, the longing, the guilt, all of it surged to the surface in this one overwhelming moment of reunion. He clung to her as if she were his lifeline as if letting go would mean losing her all over again. She was his rock, his hope, and his strength. If it was not for her, he wouldn't be standing now. 

"Is it really you?" His words were a broken cry in her ear.

"It's me." She clung to him, refusing to let go. "It's me."

"How?" 

Her hands cradled his face as she met his gaze once more. She needed to see him. "It doesn't matter right now." Her thumb brushed over the coarse hair of his beard. "I'm here now. That's all that matters. I'm here." 

Unable to contain his overwhelming emotions any longer, Mal gently pulled Daenarya closer, his lips seeking hers in a tender, passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with longing and love. A kiss that spoke of all the time they had spent apart and all the moments they had yearned for this reunion. All the pain and sorrow of the past year melted away, leaving only the pure, unbridled joy of their love. The world around them could have crumbled, and they wouldn't have noticed. For at this moment, it was only the two of them. 

The laughter, cheers, and eventual "eww, gross" sounds from the children were distant. Tyril and Nia brushing past the reunited couple, ushering the children inside, was a blur. 

Nothing in all the realms mattered more than the love passing between them. This was what he had spent a lifetime searching for. A priceless treasure, worth more than gold and diamonds, someone who made him feel whole. The only place his heart longed to be— home. In her arms, that was home.

They parted, only to catch their breath, their foreheads resting together. 

"I failed you," Mal grieved. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

"You could never fail me," Daenarya marveled. "Look at what you've done, what you've created. This life you've made for the children���I couldn't be prouder. You are the best man I've ever known, Mal Volari."

"I am pretty great, aren't I?" He teased, trying to get out of himself. His light-hearted tone faulted. "I tried everything."

"Shh—" She pressed her finger to his lips. "That part is over. I'm here now. That's all that matters."

He pressed his lips to her forehead, kissing her softly. His eyes closed, breathing in her familiar scent for the first time in a year. She hadn't changed a bit. 

"Are they still kissing?" Ovisa called.

Thalassa stuck her head out a window before Tyril could pull her back in. "I think so. Hey! You're no fun." 

As Tyril removed Thalassa from prying into the couple's moment, Ovisa relieved him of the sword on his waist. "Wow, this looks really sharp." She held the blade up, studying how the light reflected off its shiny surface. 

"How did you get that?" Tyril's words stumbled as he stood in disbelief that anyone, let alone a small child, could have taken his prized weapon. "Get back here with that."

"Nuh-uh." Ovisa jumped up on the couch, holding his blade out to him. "Who do you think you are? Her—" she pointed the blade back toward the door. "—and her—" she pointed it at Nia."—we like. You, we don't know!"

"Ovisa," Nia approached calmly, holding her hands up. "Remember we talked about this; we don't take things that don't belong to us. You don't need to do that anymore."

"But what if I like taking things?" She pouted. "Look at how shiny it is!"

Tyril snickered. "Leave it to Mal to open an orphanage for thieves."

"How did you expect them to survive before this?" Nia questioned. "We're teaching them a better way."

Lysander stood next to Ovisa. "You still didn't answer the lady's question. Who are you?"

Tyril took an astonished step back. "Tyril of House Starfury."

The children broke out into laughter. 

"No, you're not silly," Thalassa pulled on his arm. Her eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Can I touch your pointy ears? They look so big. I could just scream!"

"I am Tyril Starfury; surely, Mal has told you stories," he replied incredulously. A scowl pulled on his lips. "He may have used the name 'Elf Boy'."

"He has told us stories of Elf Boy, the great elf of House Starfury, but you're not him." Lysander took the sword from Ovisa, holding its tip to the elf's chest. "Are you one of them, from the Shadow Realm?"

"Maybe he's part of our quest," Ovisa decided. "We have to vanquish the imposter."

"Why would you children think I'm an imposter?"

"You're too tall?"

"I'm what?"

"TOO. TALL." Ovisa over-enunciated the words, making sure he understood.

Tyril stood dumbfounded. "Look at the blade; that crest is the crest of my house."

"You could have stolen it!" Ovisa pressed her hands to her hips. "I stole it from you, so does that make me from House Starfury too?"

"This is ridiculous," Tyril stammered, searching Nia for assistance. The priestess hid her face behind her hands to cover her laughter. "You are enjoying this. This is what I get for defending the realm with you a lot. What did he tell them."

Daenarya couldn't help but stifle her own laughter as she listened to Tyril try to reason with the children, their voices carrying through the still-open window. "What did you tell them?"

A devilish smirk pulled on his lips. "I started with the truth, Kit. That ought to count for something."

Her brow rose curiously, "And what did you end with?"

Mal ran his hand over the back of his neck. "Elf boy's height might have decreased with each story."

"How tall is he now?" 

"Shorter than me." 

Daenarya shook her head, "he will not be pleased."

"And that's different from any other moment, how?"

"You're trouble."

"Your kind of trouble?"

"Always," she replied, her lips drifting back to him. They would save Tyril from the children...eventually.

In my original HC for the orphanage I had the part about Mal telling stories about Tyril and his height getting shorter each time, but Tyril (and Maiele ~@lilyoffandoms ) became such an important part of Mal and Daenarya's life that it never worked out in my orphanage to do that, so I was happy to sneak that in here. Though I know if Maiele were here, he'd sit back and enjoy the show. He would be helping the children find flaws in Tyril's defenses just to see how long Tyril would argue with the kids.

I hope you enjoyed my reunion for Mal and Daenarya. My poor Mal with his 5 stages of grief could not be so chill as chapter 3 Mal. I get what PB was going for, but I've sent years developing these characters and that's not my Mal, but I get those that did enjoy it.

Thank you so much for reading. I appreciate any and all support!

[missameliep]

Nothing is impossible with you - Blades of Light and Shadow - Tyril Starfury x Arwen (f!elf!MC)

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Characters: Tyril Starfury; Arwen Nightbloom (F!Elf MC); Siora, the healer (f!Elf); Mal Volari.

Pairing: Tyril x Arwen

Rating: G (see notes bellow for tw)

Word count: ~1,5K words

Summary: All her life, Arwen never ever got sick. All of a sudden, she''s fallen ill and letting someone take care of her and find out what's wrong will not be an easy step for someone so used to be on her own.

Notes:

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

English is not my first language.

Based on this ask sent too long ago by my dear friend @princess-geek to whom I dedicate this little silly fic. Again, Happy late birthday, sweetie!

TW: non-graphic mentions of sickness/vomiting, pregnancy.

This is also my submission to @aprilchallenge - prompt: family.

Growing up, Kade used to be sick often.

Even as a child, Arwen could recognize the earliest signs and take care of him. Whenever the winds and the flower season came blowing pollen everywhere, it would get him feverish and coughing for weeks at a time. Weeks before the season started, she would bring home the herbs from the wetlands to make him medicine, like she was taught.

Other times it was the rain or haze or the invisible creatures that surround the humans despite the existence of the Light and are said to put you to bed with your flesh crawling and your stomach twisting with pain. These evil creatures seem to have an aversion of elves or couldn’t prevail against the strong blood running through her veins since she never ever got sick.

The only thing that once or twice got her to bed were the orcish ales brought to the tavern, that were not like the ales of her land and could almost burn your skin and set you on spontaneous fire. But that was not on her, some more resistant to liquor than she ever was succumbed to a bottle of those greenish evil concoctions.

Therefore, the second day she woke up nauseated and no food or drink could settle on her stomach was absolutely unusual.

“Maybe I’m no longer used to elven food...” she coughed, and resumed washing her face with cold water.

“I’ve seen you eat the most questionable food over the years, my dear... food that the mere sight of twisted my insides... and not once you fell ill...” Tyril said, worry frowning his brows while he held her long braided hair back, and observed her pale face reflected on the mirror. “And you were feeling nauseated before we gotten here.”

“Perhaps the treasure was really cursed,” she pondered, gripping the edge of the sink for support and snarled, “If I die because of it, I’ll forever haunt Mal...”

“It was merely a tale to keep the weaklings away from the island. There was nothing magical about it... I assure you.”

“I hope you’re right...”

“I am and I think we should see a healer...” he said, dabbing a clean tissue on her chin and neck, but Arwen was too stubborn to agree with him just yet. Maybe tomorrow she’ll feel better.

“I’m not sick!” she growled from the other side of the door, despite Tyril’s insistence that she would let him inside – which she didn’t and he sat by the door for the next hour in silence.

At night, she crawled to bed after one cup of tea, trusting the queasiness was finally gone, and he worried about the extreme paleness of her cheeks and lack of energy. A strong fear settled in his heart.

“Let me take care of you, dearest of my heart,” he whispered against her hair. “Tell me where it hurts, and I can find a spell...”

“I am fine now,” she stubbornly refused his aid, but not the welcoming arms or the strong chest where she laid her head and immediately fell asleep.

On the third day, before sunrise, Tyril found the space beside him in the bed empty and wouldn’t have it anymore. One of the healers of Undermount was called to the Starfury House, and after a moments deliberation, Arwen allowed her walking inside the room.

The elderly elf with skin as dark as the night and long ash blue braids that reached just above the hip bone approached her in silence and helped her back into bed. Her voice was soft and melodic as the jingle of tiny bells.

“How long you feel ill?” she asked. Leaning against the wall, Tyril shook his head in disapproval when Arwen replied she wasn’t sick, and insisted on the elven food theory.

“Four days, Siofra. Maybe more,” he said, “She hasn’t eaten anything these past two days.”

“I ate bread yesterday.”

“A slice of it and immediately threw up.”

“I had bergamolkan tea with honey and lemon,” she said pointing at the cup by the bedside table, “and I’ll feel better soon...”

The healer’s gaze flicked to the tray where the teapot and cup were, and she sniffed it. Tyril and Arwen shared confused looks, and the other requested silence.

“You are not ill.”

“I know,” Arwen said throwing a smug grin at Tyril. “It’s a curse.”

“You’re pregnant.”

“What?” Arwen cried out, her eyes bugging out.

If the female elf was clearly shocked with the news, the smile that parted the male elf’s lips was merely an external evidence of the glee that invaded Tyril’s heart with those news.

Having children was something they spoken briefly right after they got married, and being an elf from one of the Great Houses, Tyril is expected to produce heirs worth of his ancestors to both honor tradition and become valuable members of their society, and loving Arwen as much as he does, the idea has crossed his mind often.

“Just like it came, the morning sickness will be over soon...” Siofra said and explained what else could be expected in the future. Then she requested for silence again, one hand on Arwen’s wrist and her piercing ice-blue eyes fixed on the other’s eyes.

“I hear two heartbeats in your womb,” she said now with a small smile of her own.

“What’s wrong with the baby?” Arwen inquired.

“There’s nothing wrong, my dearest,” Tyril said, lying a hand on her shoulder. “The Gods favoured us!”

Her hand immediately went to her own chest. “Do elves have two hearts?”

“Fear not, you have two babies growing inside of you,” the healer took her hand affectionately, and Arwen used her free hand to cover her mouth, afraid of saying something she might regret or throwing up despite having nothing on her stomach.

“No more bergamolkan tea. It is bad for this sickness... I’ll prepare a concoction that will make it settle, and everything you’ll need to feel better. I’ll tell the cook to make a clear vegetable soup.”

After Siofra, the healer, was gone, Tyril returned to Arwen’s side. The shock was still visible in her features, while she was lying in bed lost in thoughts staring at her stomach. For the past months on their journey through the lands with the Rogue, one couldn't say they have done much to prevent a pregnancy.

“Light of my days,” he called softly and her gaze darted to his face. “Talk to me. Share what troubles your heart.”

“How did I not know?” she muttered. “I should have known.”

He sat on the bed and took her hands in his.

“How could you? You have never been pregnant before...” he said with a lilt of laugh, not to tease, but realizing some of the extraordinary joy flooding his being. “Now we know, and we’ll take good care of you and our little night-blooms.”

“How can you not be freaking out, Tyril?” her voice raised to an unnatural higher tone. “There are not one, but two of them growing inside of me!”

“The more the merrier.”

“Not the best moment to quote Mal...”

“I have dreamed of children with you. How could I be anything other than absolutely thrilled with this news?”

“Because I know nothing about babies!” she spoke quickly, without pausing to breath, “I don’t remember being a baby. I don’t think I was ever around a baby.. –”

“Does anybody remember being a baby?” he interrupted, but she didn’t even hear his question continuing with her ramblings.

“- And I can barely take care of myself. I eat bad, I drink too much, and doing dangerous things is basically all I know how to do...”

Tyril knew none of those things was true. Arwen had a heart of gold and was always ready to take care of others, even himself, who needed not to be cared for, or so he thought. Besides, there is nothing they can’t learn or do together. They have learned to fight and trust each other. They can do this too.

“We’ll learn together,” he offered with a big smile.

“Two babies, Tyril. How could you do this to me? I don’t know how to take care of one. How can I care for two?”

“It could be worse,” Mal jumped in, leaning against the door-frame, even though he wasn’t invited to this private conversation, “it could be three babies. And you only have two hands and tits.”

Arwen didn’t laugh and reached for the cup, but Tyril didn’t let it be thrown at the Rogue’s direction, solely because it would make a mess and he had no desire to clean it, nothing to do with the friendship forged over the years.

“Please, go,” Tyril requested, and Mal bowed and cried from the door, “Congratulations, daddy!”

Tyril’s eyes rolled to the skies, and his attention returned to his wife. His fingertips caressing her hand and the ring on her finger.

“We can do it, Arwen. Trust us.”

Her pink lips compressed forming a thin line and her eyes stared into nothingness, which Tyril recognized to be a sign of the deepness of her thoughts.

“What if I can’t?”

“Maybe alone you can’t... But together, we can. Besides, can you imagine two tiny versions of you in all your magnificence to shower with all the love in our hearts? Running around the house? Blowing dandelions on the garden?”

This was enough to bring a small smile to her lips.

“Or maybe two little versions of you, two small broody elf boys that I’ll get to carry with me and love deeply until their frowns became smiles...”

Her expression brightened with a big smile and Tyril kissed her forehead.

“We're going to be parents,” she whispered against his chest, when he held her close.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

It's that time of year again! Thank you to the creators who have shared their Top 5 creations of 2023 according to Tumblr note count. The Creator's Pick Top 5 will be posted this weekend! Links to all fics can be found below the break.

@aallotarenunelma ✒️

So This is Love (BOLAS) - Aerin Valleros x M!elf!MC

Distant Light (BOLAS) - Tyril Starfury x F!elf!MC

Indigo Night (ID) - Cassius Harlow x NB!MC, NB!OC

Répondez, s'il vous plaît! 3 (ILS/ID) - Various Pairings

Sophomore Secret (ILITW) - Dan Pierce x F!MC, M!OC

@angelasscribbles ✒️

A Fervid Fixation (TRR) Ⓜ️ - Drake Walker x MC

In Your Room (TRR) Ⓜ️- Drake Walker x Leo Rys

The Dark Kingdom (TRR) Ⓜ️ - Various Pairings

Dark Elf (TRR) Ⓜ️- Various Pairings

Heir Apparent (TRR) Ⓜ️- Drake Walker x MC, Liam Rys

@baldwinboy5ive 🎨

Blades Coffee Shop AU (BOLAS) - Aerin Valleros x MC

I Will Drag Him Back (BOLAS) - Tyril Starfury & Aerin Valleros

The Spray Bottle (BOLAS) - Imtura, Mal, Aerin

Aerin Instagram (BOLAS) - Aerin Valleros

The Prison Visit (BOLAS) - Aerin Valleros x MC

@cariantha ✒️

Accidental Valentine (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

If Only I Could (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Code Yellow (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

A Kiss on the Hand (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Daddy Distress (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@inlocusmads ✒️

Intro To Negotiation Science (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

A Strange & Sudden Companionship (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

Cross Your Hearts & Set it Ablaze (COP) - Trystan Thorn x F!MC

Partner (Disambiguation) (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

New York, June 2014 (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

@jerzwriter ✒️

A Different Fate, Part 1 (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

What Happened in Vegas, Part 4 (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Abundance (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

The Perfect Gift (OH) - Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Take Me Out (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

@ladylamrian ✒️

Welcome to the World of Night (NB) - Nightbound MC

Bound by Fate (NB) - Nik Ryder x F!MC

A Meeting in Wyoming (NB) - Nik Ryder x F!MC

Wedding Proposal (NB) - Nik Ryder x F!MC

OC Headcanons (NB)

@liaromancewriter ✒️

Every Day (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Summer Romance (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Beautiful Stranger (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Sleeping Beauty (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Something to Talk About (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@noesapphic ✒️

The Other Woman (D&D) - Roselyn Sinclaire, Ernest Sinclaire, Duke Richards

A Glimpse of Us (TRR/TRM) - Liam Rys & MC, Fabian Rys & MC

Barcelona | Prince Hamid (D&D) - Prince Hamid x MC

Worthy (TRR) Hana Lee x MC

The Cursed Heiress, Ch. 17 (D&D) - Mr. Sinclaire x F!OC

@peonierose ✒️

Losing Game - Part 1 (OH) - Bryce Lahela x F!OC

Nightbound AU vs. Hänsel & Gretel, Part 3 (NB) - OCs

Nightbound AU vs. Hänsel & Gretel, Part 2 (NB) - Nik Rider, F!MC, OCs

Once, Part 2 (TNA/OH) - Sam Dalton x F!MC

Hau’oli la Heleui (OH) - Bryce Lahela, F!OC, Keiki Lahela

@storyofmychoices ✒️

Go On, Feel It! (BOLAS) - Mal Volari x F!MC

Our Future Doctor (OH) - Bryce Lahela x F!OC

No Kissing! (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

Dance With Me (OH) - Bryce Lahela x F!MC

A Theif in the Gardens (BOLAS) - Mal Volari x F!MC

@tessa-liam ✒️

Memories (TRR) - Liam Rys x F!OC

The Sacrifice (TRR) - Liam Rys x F!OC

Regrets (TRR) - Liam Rys x F!OC

Old Habits Die Hard (TRR) - Liam Rys x F!OC

Turning the Page, Prologue (TRR) - Liam Rys x F!OC

@trappedinfanfiction ✒️

Brunette (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Crossroads (OH) Ⓜ️ - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

A New Neighbor (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

Midnight Talks (OH) - F!MC, Sienna Trinh

What's in a Name? (COP) - Trystan Thorne

@zealouscanonindeer ✒️

Together (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Company (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Locked In (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

20 Questions (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Long Overdue (OH) Ⓜ️- Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

[choicesfebruary2022challenge]

February 5 Masterlist

Blades of Light and Shadow

Blades Drabble | Mal Volari x Daenarya; Tyril Starfury x Maiele - @lilyoffandoms​

Open Heart

Sweet Dreams | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter​

Red Carpet Diaries

The Bogart Diaries #26: The Big Game | Thomas Hunt x F!OC - @theartoflovingthomashunt​

[choicesflashfics]

Week 65 Prompts:

“Sometimes, being with you feels so much like a dream … and I don’t ever want to wake up.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m done waiting.”

“What makes you think I would do something like that?”

The Greatest Gift - @storyofmychoices (Open Heart; Bryce Lahela x F!OC)

You’re All I Need - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

Marabelle Chapter 8: A Princess for a Prince - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

Holiday Prompts fics:

Blame It On The Mistletoe - @kristinamae093 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

Beneath the Mistletoe - @storyofmychoices (Blades of Light and Shadow; F!MC x OC / Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury / Mal Volari x F!MC / Tyril Starfury x OC)

Holiday Cheer - @storyofmychoices (Open Heart; Bryce Lahela x F!OC / Ethan Ramsey x F!MC / Tobias Carrick x F!MC)

Jouluyö - Christmas Night - @aalltarenunelma (Immortal Desires, ILITW, ILB Crossover; Multiple Pairings)

Impossibly Perfect - @storyofmychoices (Open Heart; Bryce Lahela x F!OC)

You’re All I Need - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

Marabelle Chapter 8: A Princess for a Prince - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)