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velvethoneybody · 1 year ago

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Heal me VIII

Word count: 1800+

Warnings: mentions of blood, broken bone and dislocated joints, swearing

I hoped it would be a surprise, but you mostly likely already know who the reader is.

Anyway things are finally moving and reader's life is going to get complicated

Enjoy and let me know what do you think

Part VII | Part IX

You had never cried so hard or at least you didn't remember anything like that. Tamlin let you weep as much as you needed. Humming he held you firmly and gently rocked you. Lullaby-like melody made his board chest vibrate, the sound so deep and soothing. His humming and hand stroking down your spine, combing through your hair, soon calmed you down. You inhaled deeply, your lungs filling with the smell of rain.

"I didn't know one could cry so hard because of a necklace," Tamlin murmured. You felt him smirk. "You don't like it so much?"

"I'm sorry. It's all because of the lights and decorations and delicious food," you stumbled over the words, trying to find some explanation, understand why it happened on the first place. "But I do like the necklace. Very much. I've never received anything so beautiful. Thank you."

He held you tighter for a moment and then straightening up, he released you. "Ready for the next part of the evening?" he handed you a tissue.

"Isn't it over yet?" you wondered.

He shook head. "Personally, I think that this is the best part of celebration," Tamlin smiled widely.

As if waiting for a signal, a soft melody echoed around the forest coming in through still opened windows. It sounded like millions of bells and jingle bells mixed with rustling of leaves and sounds of forest creating a joyful song. You'd never heard anything so beautiful.

"I'm sorry that it isn't a real music. I had to improvise and work with what I have at hand. Shall we?" he extended hand towards you.

You gave him a questioning look.

"Dance, Y/N," he raised a brow.

"I.. I can't dance," you admitted as blood rushed into your cheeks.

"It's okay. No big deal. I can't, too," Tamlin winked still smiling. You were sure that it was a lie and grimaced at him nervously.

Hesitantly you accepted his hand. Tamlin's long fingers closed around your small hand, pulling you to your feet. His other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you so close that with every breath your chest brushed against his. Inhaling deeply you looked up. In the moment your eyes met, losing yourself in those emeralds you forgot about everything else.

There wasn't enough space in your cottage for a big dancing figures, but for the two of you it was enough. Testing the waters, Tamlin took a small step to the side and you followed. Then another back and you again followed him. For a while you were just swaying like this around, until you got used to the rhythm.

"That's it," he praised you. "You're doing great."

By adding a few new steps you started to move all around the small space and soon enough you were really dancing. It was easier than you thought. Your body moved on its own as if it already knew this dance. Even Tamlin seemed to be pleasantly surprised. Both of you were laughing as you swirled around each other until you ran out of breath and needed a break.

Still laughing you sat down to your armchair. Mirroring you Tamlin sat down on the armrest and taking out a fiddle he joined the forest orchestra. Their combination was perfect.

"Amazing," you breathed out. He was so skilled that you couldn't take your eyes off of him. But as soon as you caught your breath, he put the fiddle down and pulled you up to another dance. You gladly complied.

In the moment your bodies met, the whole room went dark, fire in the fireplace was the only source of light. The darkest night cold like north wind filled the room. Even the music stopped playing. Tamlin instinctively pulled you to his side, his arms wrapped around you protectively.

In the middle of the darkness a male figure appeared, his violet-blue eyes blazing with rage. A pair of monstrous membranous wings stretched behind him. You winced. You saw this too many times in your nightmares, similar monster making you wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweat for years.

"Hands off of her," he hissed, his voice deep and cold.

Tamlin's muscles turned into a stone under your hands, his arms held you so firmly it almost hurt. Your own fingers clenched his clothes in your fists, you clung impossibly close to him.

"What are you doing here, Rhysand?" Tamlin growled. His green gaze hardened, gleaming with raw power.

Rhysand. So this was the High Lord of Night Court you saw at Tamlin's manor. Back then he didn't have wings, so you didn't recognize him at first. His enormous powers rumbled around, making you feel sick. Your heart pounded against your ribs. You knew you should be scared, but strangely you weren't.

You pushed the nausea back and took a proper look at him. Even angry he was still very handsome. Raven's feathers like dark short hair combed back, tanned skin, muscular body that could compete with Tamlin's. Even though he was an epitome of the worst nightmares, there was something familiar about him. You were sure you'd never met him before, but you couldn't place the feeling. You tried to search your memories further, but it only caused you a headache.

"I said hands. Off. Of. Her," Rhysand growled, putting emphasis of every word.

"This is my court and she is subject of this court. You have no power here," Tamlin snapped back. "Only Y/N decides who can touch her."

Rhysand roared with rage, tendrils of his powers shooting out to you. You closed your eyes shielding your face in Tamlin's chest. His muscles tensed, smell of two powers mixed together. You were about to faint.

There was a cracking sound and a cry of pain, and you were ripped out of his protective arms. Something jerked you back violently and arm once again wrapped around you as the sound of cracking wood sounded. Your lungs filled with a unknown and yet so familiar citrus scent.

Daring to crack your eyes open you looked up. But instead of emerald ones, the violet-blue eyes with flecks of silver were gazing down at you. You gasped in shock and tried to push him away, but Rhysand was as unmovable as a mountain.

"It's okay, Aury. You are safe with me," he whispered so only you could hear him. There was no trace of rage in his voice when he spoke to you.

Another pained moan came from behind you, smell of blood filled the air. In horror you turned around as much as possible. There in the middle of debris that used to be a table, sat Tamlin, teeth bared. Panting in pain, he held his left arm. Even from a far you could see it's broken on several places, piece of bone piercing the skin, his shoulder dislocated.

Instinctively you moved forward, but Rhysand held you firmly. Tamlin's eyes glowed in the dark and his broken bones and dislocated shoulder returned to its place with loud crack, wounds healed as well. He stood up, ready to fight for you.

"How could you do that? How could you hide her here for so long?" Rhysand snarled. "We were friends. Why didn't you tell me she is alive?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Tamlin fired back angrily. "If you don't let Y/N go, I swear I'll kill you." He took a step forward, his claws ready to shred this intruder into pieces.

"Who's Y/N? Are you trying to lie to my face? This is Auriela."

"Are you crazy? Y/N isn't your sister. She can't be. Your sister is dead. I saw her wings! I burned them that night after I became High Lord," Tamlin howled in frustration.

"Don't you dare lie to me," Rhysand turned you to his chest. You were fighting him as much as you could, but in your current state you weren't able to do much. He yanked the back of your dress open.

Cool night air kissed your exposed back. Tamlin gasped and stumbled back, smell of his magic disappeared. You knew what he saw. Two long scars along the shoulder blades were on your back your entire life, but you didn't remember what caused them. At some point you resolved that they were the reason of the lost of your memory and that was enough for you to stop worrying about it.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," Rhysand whispered to you. Magic filled air once again as your dress was repaired. You felt so sick, so nauseous, so confused. If Rhysand wouldn't hold you upright, you would fall down like a puppet with cut wires.

"Do you still want to claim that this isn't my sister?" he said aloud to Tamlin. His other hand came up, too, caressing you and holding you so lovingly against his too strong body. You couldn't fight anymore, all strength left you. Your heart was painfully beating in your chest, skipping a beat at times. Your breathing became laboured, world was spinning too fast.

"I saw it.. How could she survive it.." Tamlin's voice was so small.

"You tell me," Rhysand snapped. "Do you want to say you had no idea?"

"I mean.. there was something familiar about her all this time, but.." Tamlin sat down into the debris, broken and confused.

"How could you not recognize her?! It took just one look and I knew her immediately."

Your body was failing you. You felt so small and weak, their voices becoming so muffled at times, you couldn't hear a thing. You wanted to stop this nonsense, tell this Rhysand you weren't his sister and run back to Tamlin, but all you could do was focus on breathing.

"She was just a little girl back then.. I saw her once maybe twice.."

"You and your family ripped her wings off, kidnapped her and then hid her in this poor excuse of a shelter. I could kill you right here and now, but you saved my life. I hereby repay you my debt."

"I didn't know they left her alive.. I swear.."

"It doesn't matter. Now I'm going to take her where she belongs. Back to her home, to her family," Rhysand declared.

No. Nononono. This was bad. So wrong. It couldn't be true. None of the shit this male told. No matter what, you had to stay in your cottage. You forced yourself to move, managing to half turn back to Tamlin. "Tamlin.. no," your voice was too small and shaky. But he heard you. His eyes full of pain found yours for a brief moment and then his gaze slid to the side.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled as his shoulders slumped. "I really didn't know.. He is right.. You should be with your family.." And there it was. He gave up without putting a fight. He simply gave up. Tamlin wouldn't stop him, he decided to let you go.

The tears of betrayal filled your eyes. It hurt like dagger stuck straight into a heart, but you still wanted to give him a chance to right this. Beg him to save you.

"No, Tamlin, plea-" Darkness swallowed you before you could finish.

It was too late. Ignoring your pleads Rhysand winnowed you away.