Disabled Aelwyn who uses crutches.
Aelwyn who can’t go back to school to finish her wizzard studies, who starts researching different ways to bend magic to her will.
Aelwyn, who has always had a knack for creating new spells, starting to tinker at her own crutches, weaving wards into the framework.
Aelwyn, for who good is not good enough, caves and asks Gorgug for help. Who finds a way to make her crutches extend, bend and move to support her arms, elbows, shoulders. Makes them connect to her back, her hips, down her legs .
They no longer look much like crutches anymore, it’s a thin, light framework that supports her entire body, that moves her exactly the way she wants, that allows her to stand with her back straight for more than 5 minutes for the first time in two years. The exoskeleton glows with abjurative runes and the outline of a powerfull ward is visible over her body, deflecting blows like steel armor.
New spells rest in her memory, mechanical and precise if nature in a way that the arcane inks in her spelbook can’t articulate. Spare the Dying, Resistance, Cure Wounds, Sanctuary.
Her joints still ache, she tires fast and even after all this time it is still hard to control the venom in her words, still hard to accept help and kindness without it feeling like a wool blanket on freshly flayed skin. But she has found something that is wholly hers, found something to be proud of that isn’t tinged with approval from her parents.
Aelwyn still can’t walk without support, but the frame folding her up is crafted by her own hands. Maybe everything will be allright.
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A/N: This one was particularly fun to write, but I also hope I did your prompt justice! I made it extra fluffy for your troubling times ahead, so enjoy! Link to request here!
Premise: Periods aren't fun. But you know what is fun? Pizza and ice cream and Sloane Cameron. Those things are fun! GN reader!
Warnings: Period mentions (obv), other than that, none! Pure fluff!
You stared down at the fallen coffee mug as tears involuntarily begin to form in your eyes. Coffee spreads out in every direction and stains the fabric of your socks.
"What happened?" Illari peaks her head into the kitchen. "Oh..."
You wipe away tears gently as frustration wells up in your chest. An angry groan escapes your mouth before you could stop it.
"Ugh! Why is everything always so difficult?" You complain, leaning over to pick up broken pieces of ceramic.
"Accidents happen! It's okay!" Illari reassures you.
You toss the broken ceramic into the trash.
"I can take it from here. Go clean yourself up." Illari grabs several paper towels and soaks up the puddle of coffee.
You begrudgingly make your way into the bathroom, take off your damp socks and toss them in the dirty laundry hamper.
"Hmph... those were one of my favorite pairs." You feel the tears coming on again and begin sniffling. Immediately you shake your head in an attempt to center yourself. "Why am I so upset at everything today?" You ask yourself softly.
You glance over at the bathroom calendar and notice a red X scribbled in the box of today's date. Well... that explains it.
"Oh no..."
You place your hand over your stomach and quickly rush to the toilet to address the situation. Luckily enough you only spot a smidge of blood and let out a sigh of relief. You clean yourself up as needed and thoroughly wash your hands.
"Hey, Illari?" You call into the kitchen. "I'm running low on– uh... shark week stuff." You lower your voice from embarrassment.
"I could've brought you some. Have you started already?" She wipes her hands off on a kitchen towel and looks up at you.
"I have enough for today, but I'll need some more as soon as possible."
"Alright. Well I'll just text Sloane then–"
"No! I don't want to bother them with it..."
You're hit with a sudden wave of pain in your lower stomach and you double over from the shock. "Alright, scratch that. Text them immediately."
Illari nods. "I'll get the heating pad."
You collapse on the couch in the fetal position as the cramps intensify. Illari places the heating pad in the microwave before picking up her phone.
☀️Illari☀️: We got an emergency. Any chance you can stop by the store on your way over?
🪨Sloane💀: Yeah, what's up?
☀️Illari☀️: 🩸🩸🩸
🪨Sloane💀: Say no more.
Illari hurriedly places the warmed heating pad on top of your stomach. The heat begins to soothe the cramps in your lower stomach as she places a pillow under your head for extra comfort.
"Thanks Illari." You smile up at your friend.
"You're welcome. Sloane will be here in a few."
She throws on her jacket and shoulders her bag. "I'll be back in a little while. If you need anything– well, you know the rest."
She opens the door and jumps in surprise. "Oh my God, a warning next time, please!" She clutches her chest for a moment before Sloane rushes past her with several bags in their hands.
"I've got everything!" Sloane sets the piles of plastic bags on the floor and pulls everything out one by one.
"Ice cream– three different kinds!" They place three different containers on the coffee table and continue their digging. "I didn't know if you preferred pads or tampons so I got both... hope that's okay!"
"Alright. I think you're in good hands. I'll be back soon." Illari closes the door behind her before locking it.
"Pain killers–" They set down an extra large bottle of pain relievers next to your ice creams. "Soda–" A bottle of your favorite soda is set on a nearby coaster. "Oh, and the pizza will be here in about five minutes!"
Without waiting for your reply they run off into the back room to grab your favorite stuffie and a comfortable blanket. They toss the blanket over your body and tuck you in with your favorite stuffie.
"Alright, now to make you nice and comfy..."
They fold in all the corners of the blanket to make sure your entire body was covered. You snuggle into your blanket burrito and smile.
"We can't let these melt so pick one and I'll put up the rest– just make sure Illari doesn't see what kind they are or she'll lecture me about junk food again."
You remember that lecture fondly.
"Hmm, I'll take [ice cream flavor]."
Sloane rushes off in the kitchen to place the other ice creams in the freezer and grab a giant spoon. They set it down in front of you before dashing to answer the door for the pizza delivery person. It was so cartoonish that you had to laugh, but your returning cramps failed to see the humor in the situation.
☀️Illari☀️: I just saw the pizza delivery car drive by. You didn't order pizza, did you?
🪨Sloane💀: No
🪨Sloane💀: Okay
🪨Sloane💀: Maybe
🪨Sloane💀: But I paid for it!
☀️Illari☀️: I told you already that bananas are better for periods than pizza. Do we need to have this conversation again?
🪨Sloane💀: Oh no! My phone is dying! I'll text you back later lmaoooo 🤪
☀️Illari☀️: Of course you'd use that excuse...
🧸[Y/N]✨: It'll be okay Illari. I'll save you a couple slices!
There was a five minute pause before Illari answered again.
☀️Illari☀️: You better!
Sloane finally kicks off their boots and hangs up their jacket after everything settled down. You reach out to grab a slice of fresh pizza before they stop you.
"Hey! No moving! I'll take care of you tonight!" They chide.
They reach out and grab a slice before holding it to your mouth. You bite off a piece of it before they move it away and place a pain killer in your mouth instead.
"Take one of these so your cramps aren't so bad."
"Alright, doctor." You joke.
They grin and hold the soda to your mouth for a drink.
"Okay. Let's see. Ice cream? Check. Pizza? Check–"
"Three stacks of pizza, you mean." You butt in.
"Pizza is important for the recovery process! You have no idea!" They ruffle the hair on your head and you can't help but giggle. "– Sodas? Check. Looks like we have all the essentials!"
Without you even having to ask they turn on the TV and put on one of your comfort movies.
"I'm at your beck and call, my liege!" They kneel down in front of you and wait for your command.
"Okay. Give me a kiss, then."
Without hesitation they lean over and give you a kiss.
"I have an endless supply of those!" They smile.
"Oh? Then give me one more for good measure."
They lean in and give you one more kiss.
"I think I'm feeling better already. However, I think I'm missing one last thing..." You sit up in your blanket burrito. "I need a cutie to cuddle me."
Sloane immediately flops on the couch and throws their arms around you, nuzzling into you and making sure you're warm and comfy.
"How's that?" They ask.
"Perfect! Now..." You glance over at the food sitting on the table. "I think we should take care of the real issue here."
"You don't have to tell me twice!"
Before the two of you knew it, you were both full on pizza and ice cream and passed out on the couch in absolute bliss.
...
Illari quietly unlocks and relocks the door before setting her stuff nearby. She flips on the lights and notices two empty pizza boxes and a completely cleaned out container of ice cream laying on the floor.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Her hand flies up to her face before grabbing a cold slice of pizza and nibbling on it.
"Sloane Cameron, you're in huge trouble."
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