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imogenkol · 4 months

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Winter Wonderland at The Lodge

words: 2.1k warnings: none tags: holiday fluff, werewolf girlfriend acts like a puppy

okay so I may have cheated and combined a few prompts, but I really liked the idea of having a small little holiday fic for them because I used to do it every year. The prompts are: snowball fight, kiss under the mistletoe, and cuddle in front of the fireplace requested by @adelaidedrubman @inafieldofdaisies @aceghosts @cassietrn thank you all so much, hope you don’t mind!

Nadya reveled in the wonderful sensation of snow beneath her boots. The sound was immensely satisfying, like all of the times she went out of her way to step on a fallen autumn leaf just to hear that one of a kind, delicate crunch, only now it was every step on the mountain trail. Not enough wolves or game had cleared the path of white powder, so the human trudged on through it with a beaming smile that not many understood in this particular weather.

The last time Nadya had been in the snow she was nearly too young to fully understand it. Blurred memories surfaced as a light flurry came down around her, the tiny snowflakes melting almost instantly once they landed on her shoulders. She recalled a lumpy clump of ice in her palm that she had attempted to mold into a snowball, but lacked any coordinated technique given that her hands were so tiny. She kept trying, but it annoyed her how fast her fingers went painfully numb until, eventually, she just gave up. A shiver accompanied the memory and Nadya adjusted her beanie and pulled her coat tighter over the layers she wore to keep the winter’s sharp bite at bay.

A soft rustle in the trees drew her attention. Nadya scanned the woods, but couldn’t see much in the dense white landscape. The trail didn’t go near any patrol routes, so she doubted it was a werewolf. Even if it was, they would give her a wide berth out of courtesy. Jayde made sure of that. Must be a deer or some other critter scavenging for scraps. She pulled her camera out of her bag and continued on.

Nadya didn’t keep track of all the photos she took, but she started to wonder if she would run out of all the film she received as an early Christmas gift. The magical winter forest was just too beautiful not to appreciate both in person and behind the lens of her camera. From the sugar dusted landscape to large paw prints along the trail, Nadya captured it all. She was so engrossed, in fact, that she almost hadn’t noticed the snap of a twig close by, soon followed by another several paces from the first.

Whatever it may be, it was moving fast.

This time she felt certain that something out there watched her. The feeling crept up her spine and caused a deeper shiver than the cold did. Nadya lowered her camera and searched the woods around her once again. Her instinct felt too strong to ignore and she did not appreciate being stalked.

“I can hear you,” she called out. “Do you need something?”

Silence overtook the forest.

Nadya backed away as she tried not to let unease settle too heavily in her gut. Perhaps it was only a deer. She couldn’t imagine any werewolf would dare toy with her like this.

The human was about to turn around and walk back up the trail towards the Lodge when her legs connected with something large and soft behind her. Nadya jumped back with a startled yelp. She flipped around to see a massive white wolf stood in her path, tail wagging and tongue lolling out in a wolfish grin. It had been her all along.

“Are you serious?” Nadya yelled, though laughter broke through her irritation.

Jayde sat on her haunches and looked far too pleased with herself. The stark white color of her fur blended seamlessly with their surroundings. She probably didn’t even need to try that hard to slink around unnoticed in this weather. Nadya never would have spotted her at a distance.

“You scared me, you know,” she complained and put her camera away.

Jayde let out a short bark and bowed playfully as if she were an energetic puppy and not a werewolf who could rip a grown man to shreds in seconds flat.

“That’s how you wanna do this, huh?” Nadya bent down and scooped up a handful of snow. Unlike her past self, her hands were bigger and much more deft now. She easily shaped a perfect sphere of snow. The wolf barked again and dodged in the blink of an eye, but Nadya had already launched the snowball in her direction and it impacted with a dull thud. With a triumphant laugh, she said “I might not be a softball lesbian, but I still have damn good aim!”

Jayde frolicked around her and Nadya scrambled to make another snowball. She feinted left, but Nadya anticipated the move. All of their training sessions taught her what to expect from Jayde, even in a play fight. This time, the clump of snow connected with her face and she shook it off with an indignant snort.

“I know all your tricks by now,” Nadya boasted and quickly sent another volley at her.

They went back and forth – the werewolf running in sporadic circles to avoid incoming attacks as the human used tree trunks as cover while she built her arsenal. Snow now caked the thick white fur of Jayde’s coat, making her look even fluffier than usual. She could pass as a polar bear, Nadya thought. She landed another hit and realized Jayde had enough of losing.

Nadya saw it coming. “Don’t do it!” she shouted, but had no power to stop her girlfriend’s retaliation.

Jayde leapt and her massive wolf body tackled the human into a pile of soft powder. Nadya’s startled cry became a giggle, which quickly turned into uncontrollable laughter as Jayde’s snout poked at all of her ticklish spots. She tried to wrestle her head away, but Jayde was relentless. Then Nadya wrapped her hands around her muzzle and firmly clamped it shut, causing an indignant growl to rumble in the wolf’s chest.

“What are you gonna do now?” she challenged.

Jayde tried to shake her grip loose, but Nadya held on tighter, forcing her to use one of her giant paws to pry the girl’s hands off. Nadya knew full well that Jayde needed to be gentle with her and she took full advantage of that, shrugging her claws away. Jayde knew it, too. After a frustrated huff out of her nose, another more intimidating growl vibrated throughout her whole body like a clap of thunder, but it had no effect on the human at all. Nadya simply cocked a brow and placed a quick kiss on the werewolf’s nose. That shut her up fast.

However, just when Nadya was about to claim victory, Jayde’s eyes twinkled mischievously and she plopped herself down right on top of her like a Great Dane who thinks it’s a lap dog. Nadya became completely pinned to the ground, sinking further into the pile of freezing snow that melted rapidly under their combined heat. She lay there groaning for a few moments before the weight became too much.

“Alright, alright. Truce?” she suggested in a strained voice.

Jayde nodded and stood up at the same time Nadya released her muzzle. The girl sat up and shook her head with an exasperated sigh, staring into the glowing amber eyes before her. There was an anticipated pause.

“Well, hello,” Nadya finally greeted with a giggle and held her arms out.

The white wolf immediately fell into her embrace, nuzzling against the human and knocking her beanie askew. Nadya ran her hands through her fur, enjoying the soft, insulated warmth of her wolf form. Jayde was definitely built for this kind of weather. It made Nadya want to curl up with her somewhere quiet in the pines with the smell of campfire smoke in the breeze, but the melted snow had started to soak into the layers of her clothes. She shivered again. This time her teeth chattered as she held the wolf closer for comfort. Jayde whined in concern.

“Yeah,” Nadya agreed and reluctantly pulled away to stand up. “Maybe we should head back. I think I need to rest by the fire.”

That idea brightened the wolf’s demeanor. Her jaws carefully snatched onto Nadya’s sleeve, pulling her in the direction of The Lodge. Nadya chuckled again and eagerly followed. Just in time, too, because the snow storm returned with a vengeance by the time they got back indoors.

They went to their room first so that Nadya could shed her wet clothes and Jayde to change back into her human form. For Jayde, the process barely took a minute, two if she hadn’t shifted in a while. To this day, it fascinated Nadya to see. The ease with which she flowed from one form to the other and back again. Her breaking bones seemed to bother her as little as cracking joints.

Nadya always loved to touch her after a shift – to lace their fingers together, hold her close, and feel the residual wild heat of the animal that still lingered just beneath the surface of her skin. If she looked closely, she could see shimmers of gold in the fibers of her midnight blue eyes. That’s what she loved the most. And Nadya knew how to draw the wolf back out whenever she wanted, too.

“Did you look up?” she asked, lingering halfway out of their room as they started towards The Den.

Jayde flashed a crooked grin. “Didn’t need to. I could smell mistletoe from down the hall.”

Almost as soon as Jayde left for patrol that morning, Nadya opened the package she had hidden in the closet and hung it right above the doorway. She knew if she didn’t act fast, Jayde in all her romantic tendencies would beat her to it. For once, Nadya wanted to jump the gun for their first real Christmas season together.

Without further hesitation, Nadya leaned in. Even the way Jayde kissed her felt more intense after a turn. Jayde’s lips were warm enough to chase away any chill. She grabbed onto the girl’s hips with retrained strength, but her fingers still dug desperately into her skin. Her passionate cadence had that underlying primal hunger, which compelled a human like Nadya to surrender to it, but she was well accustomed to the desire of a wolf and knew how to calm its restless spirit when needed. A gentle caress down the sides of Jayde’s neck drew out a low, inhuman sound similar to a growl, but not quite as harsh. A submissive sound, Nadya thought. It slowed the ardent push and pull into something more tender, dulling both of their minds in an utterly blissful stupor.

As they pulled away, Nadya smiled at the bright golden irises that stared back at her. In a blink, they faded.

“You did that on purpose,” Jayde said.

Nadya gazed at her not so innocently. “Will you make me cocoa?”

The blonde laughed and pulled her girlfriend along. “Anything for you.”

With a winter storm raging outside, The Den started to gain more wolves in search of leisure time. Some were at the bar, others at the pool tables, but Jayde and Nadya claimed their usual spot right in front of the fireplace. Flames crackled and popped as they danced against the blackened brick.

Nadya sat in between Jayde’s legs on an old leather couch, leaning back against her chest and happily sipping on a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Jayde always went above and beyond to make it gourmet style for her. Fancy chocolate, vanilla, cinnamon, homemade whipped cream, festive sprinkles. Most importantly, she made it with love. It put those cheap packets to shame and Nadya practically lived off of those every winter at her old apartment.

“How was patrol?” Nadya asked, placing her hand on Jayde’s knee and giving it a warm squeeze.

“Boring as hell,” she answered and nuzzled against the side of Nadya’s head in much the same way she had as a wolf earlier. “Until I found a no good human on the wrong side of the property line.”

“I hope you took care of that,” Nadya replied with mock-concern.

Jayde hummed into the curve of her human’s neck. “I’m afraid she’ll keep causing me trouble.”

The brunette scoffed. “Not nearly as much trouble as you give her.”

“Well, there’s a new year coming. Who knows what might happen?”

A warm, content grin came across Nadya’s face at the hope she heard in her girlfriend’s voice. Almost as if Jayde actually looked forward to another year. Perhaps she did. It certainly felt that way when her arms tightened around Nadya’s waist as they watched the fire together.

“As long as you stay with me, I think it’ll all work out, Jay.”

“I think so too, love,” she agreed softly.

tag list (ask to be added or removed!): @florbelles @marivenah @simonxriley @shegetsburned @voidika @kyber-infinitygems @v0idbuggy @eloquentmoon @statichvm @socially-awkward-skeleton @carlosoliveiraa @risingsh0t @unholymilf @thedeadthree @jackiesarch @gwynbleidd

#oc insp: nadya bishop #oc insp: jayde thatcher #ship insp: woven and thatched #me mostly posting fluff of these two for the mutuals to see: they don't even know half of the horrors I've put them through :)#but god I am so incredibly happy to get back to some festive fluff #this is big for me ok

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menphinaswhitemage · 21 days

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Audrey Valentine

B A S I C S

Name Audrey Valentine

Nicknames Ladybug (mostly used by her mother. After hearing it her partner picked it up as one of her many nicknames she likes to call her).

Age Start of ARR - 24 (though I have her story start a year before ARR so, 23) Current age - 27

Nameday 25th Sun of the Fifth Astral Moon

Race Hyur (her mother is a Highlander, her father a Midlander)

Gender Cis Female

Orientation Bisexual

Profession White Mage/Member of the Conjurers Guild. In exchange for missions only in Eorzea/less dangerous missions she agreed to teach some of the new Conjurers that showed great potential. When she is not teaching them for work she usually tends to the injured, traveles to other parts of the Shroud to attend to the many settlements, or simply helps other with more mundane tasks. The job of a healer is not only to mend injuries but to help one's community, she thinks. She has recently started to learn non magical methods of healing, both for her own knowledge and for one of her students that wanted to learn.

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair Red like her fathers. It's usually kept in her preferred half braid and rarely does she let her hair fully down (she feels naked if it is. its hard to explain). She used to have long hair but cut it after the birth of her child. While up it appears to only go to her chin, her hair is a bit longer when down though not by much.

Eyes Growing up she only had dark brown eyes. After the Calamity when she awoke 4 years late she discovered that her right eye was now red. She can only speculate that perhaps while staring up at Dalamud something happened to it. Her earring kept her alive during the Calamity is always worn on the left ear, the side that was unchanged.

Skin Pale, somewhere in between her mother and fathers complexion but they're so similar you can hardly tell. She has very light freckles on her face like her mother

Tattoos/Scars The most prominent scar is a burn scar on her back. Pinned underneath a burning tree during the Calamity even if it was treated properly it would have left a scar either way. Covering most of her upper and middle back she keeps it covered at all costs. She got an additional scar from when she was stabbed clean through. Though the mark is not very prominent on her sternum and more or less blends in with her burn mark on the back.

F A M I L Y

Parents Alexandra Valentine A simple woman from a long line of hunters. Her family lived in the West Shroud for many years until it was destroyed. Afterwards she spent some years in Shriogane and Yanxia with a friend until being reunited with Audrey.

Cecil Valentine One of the few to be chosen to revive the once forbidden art of White Magic before the Calamity. Audrey or her mother know little to nothing of his fathers side of the family, save for the fact that both his father and mother both came from families known for magic. He was called to defend Gridania at the Battle of Carteneau, and his wife followed. Only one of them would survive.

Children Estel Valentine Her son from her first marriage. Half Hyur, Half Elezen, he's barely two years old.

In-laws and Other One of her close friends and somewhat room, a viera named Velvet, is her sons godmother. Besides that she does (or rather will) have a mother-in-law whenever she marries her current partner.

Pets A fluffy black cat gifted to her by Velvet as a house warming gift when she moved into her current home. It can be rather fickle with people, especially when strangers try and approach Estel.

S K I L L S

Abilities Magic As stated before, she adept at White Magic. She knows other unaspected magic but only has one job stone.

Swordplay After her husband was murdered, one of her friends forced her to learn how to wield a sword. The reason itself is complicated, with June believing that getting revenge and killing the person responsible like she did would make Audrey feel better. It did not.

Hobbies Gathering/Spending time in nature While it may not seem like a hobby to others, Audrey enjoys going out into the woods and gathering food or herbs needed either by herself or others. She enjoys going for regular walks in nature, taking in the sights, fresh air, and quiet the wilderness provides.

Reading While she has no particular favorite genre, in her free time she has read fantasy, romance, historical fiction, history books, and basic aetherology. She doesn't understand this "sci-fi" thing one of the shopkeeps tried to recommend to her once.

Weaving While she rarely ever creates clothes, Audrey likes simple needle work projects and mending.

Dancing (rarely) Learning how to "properly" dance in Ishgards many balls and social events was a neccessity while she stayed at a noble house. While not much a "hobby" Audrey enjoys the feeling of a simple slow dance.

June's wife taught her the basics of harp playing while she lived in Ishgard…Not that she's very good at it. After leaving she's not played since.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: She tries her best to always believe in her friends, no matter their past. She believes that most people are capable of change, but never is so foolish in that belief to blindly trust other.

Most Negative Trait: She very prone to overthinking. At its worse it can lead to nightmares, paranoia, and a need to keep others close to her no matter what, while distrusting anyone else greatly. She often finds it hard to untangle all the thoughts in her head, making it harder to express her thoughts.

L I K E S

Colors: Earthy tones like dark green and even browns is something she likes to wear, reminding her of home. If not those colors she, abit cliche, likes white and reds. In recent times she's found dark blue looks good on her as well.

Smells: Simple, natural smells like a warm summers rain she finds the most pleasent. That and the smell of food. If she does wear perfume it is very light and compliments those smells, usually foral (and perhaps a preference of rose thanks to her partner.)

Textures: I don't believe she ever thinks about a favorite texture. Perhaps the feeling of well made fabrics or a soft bed.

Drinks: Dandelion tea. It was something she had a lot growing up and strangly one of the memories that stuck with her memories were lost. While not the only type of tea she likes, she always carries some on her.

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not at all, she can't stand the smell.

Drinks: Hardly ever. She's very much a lightweight and feels the affects after a glass of wine. Only one or twice in her life she did get completely drunk. It's hard to tell if she's a sad drunk due to her only drinking when she was dealing with things (tm). However both times she was able to be cheered up quickly and was a rather cheery drunk.

Drugs: Also no.

Mount Issuance: A white Ishgaridan Chocobo she named Tiramisu. It was an engagement gift from her first marriage- her husband raised it from a young age just for her.

Been Arrested: No, and it would be a rather embarassing affair if it ever did happen give her parential status and current job.

Thank you so much for the tag @viiioca! This was a lot of fun to put together, I kinda wanna do it for my other OCs sometime...Though I don't think about them on the same level as Audrey

I'll tag @elypiphoros, @wisteriaphyte, and @archaiclumina!

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv oc #ffxiv wol #audrey valentine #hyur midlander

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warriorsseverance · 12 days

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WARRIORS: SEVERANCE CHAPTER 1

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“... Lionclan's warriors lined up with their backs to the sun, each and every one of them ready for battle. Across the river, hidden amongst the ferns and pine trees, crouched countless members of Tigerclan. Their striped pelts helped them blend into the. . .”

Slatefox's words were fading in and out of Stagpaw's attention, his mind beginning to go fuzzy with sleepiness.

The two, father and son, were curled up together in Badgerstar’s den- Stagpaw still slept there sometimes, even if he did have his own nest in the apprentice's den. Old habits took time to fade, and he was still young enough to enjoy falling asleep to a story.

It was a routine, almost, that every few nights he would come and curl up with Slatefox and the occasional Badgerstar. He felt safest with his fathers. Outside his little family, there were very few cats who liked him.

Thunderclan was never known for being a welcoming place, after all. Stagpaw just hoped that someday they would see him as more than just an outsider.

It was the worst with the senior warriors or elders. They were so lost in their own ways that the thought of something breaking tradition was impossible to fathom. Stagpaw had gotten rather used to the sound of their snickering when he passed their dens or the uncomfortable glances the elders shared when he'd follow the other apprentices in for a story.

He was used to it, though.

He didn't know why Badgerstar had brought him here- or why

Stagpaw blinked when the comforting murmur of Slatefox's words in the back of his mind came to a stop, his blue-green eyes focusing on the figure that pushed through the lichen that provided the little cave some privacy.

“You two seem to have made yourselves comfortable,” The deep rumble of Badgerstar’s voice met Stagpaw's ears, and he raised his head, to which Badgerstar rasped his rough tongue across his forehead.

Slatefox looked up at his friend with affection glittering in his golden eyes. “You've come here just to interrupt our story, have you?” The silver tomcat teased, his tabby tail twitching.

Stagpaw watched the banter go on from wide eyes, puffing out his honey-brown fur, until Badgerstar looked toward him. “Come on. The sun is setting- It's time to see Jewel.” He mrrowed, tail raised in the air. Slatefox's eyes closed for a brief moment before he stretched up and left the cave, seemingly at the mention of Jewel.

But I wanted to hear the end of the story. Stagpaw didn't want to argue with his father, however, and with a glance toward the departing Slatefox, he nodded.

Badgerstar snorted with mild amusement at the lack of words coming from his son's maw, “What, did ol'Slatefox bore you into silence, or something?” He grinned toothily, flicking his son's ear with his tail. Stagpaw was too tired to speak. Or walk, but he found himself doing that, so he may as well talk.

“Just tired,” Stagpaw murmured, rising to his paws and shaking out his honey-brown pelt, sending remnants from the mossy nest flying.

He'd been with Badgerstar several times to see Jewel, even when he'd been a kit. His father had used his position as leader as justification, telling everyone that they were going to train so that Stagpaw could be a perfect apprentice.

It wasn't a total lie, since usually while they waited for Jewel to meet them, he would show him a battle move or two. Nobody questioned him, either, since it seemed most cats completely brushed over Stagpaw's existence as a whole. Sometimes he felt that his vanishing would suit Thunderclan just fine.

However, there was no explanation needed on times like this, when it was late and most cats were in their dens.

Stagpaw wished he was one of them, but he didn't want to disappoint his father, no matter how tired he was. Besides, he liked Jewel. She was kind and funny, never once looking down on him for things he couldn't help, like his own birth.

The honey-brown apprentice dragged his paws along the well-trodden path down from the leader's den, blinking back sleepiness with a yawn and a twitch of his whiskers. His blue-green eyes were trained on the large figure of his father walking in front of him, stretching out his legs as he walked.

Glancing around curiously, it seemed that they were in the clear, as Stagpaw couldn't see a single whisker belonging to any cat in the clan. Badgerstar was several strides ahead of him, already standing by the rocks that marked the entrance to the camp, his brown eyes glinting in the darkness of the night.

Stagpaw lowered his head, scrambling as quietly as he could, his limbs still groggy with sleep, toward his father. “Sorry,” He mrrowed, only to be met with a flick of his father’s tail against his ear. “Nothin’ to be sorry for, son,” Badgerstar grunted, and Stagpaw's insides warmed. Son. It wasn't much, but even that little bit of acknowledgement made affection for his father swell up in him.

Badgerstar was such a great cat and leader. Stagpaw was far too lucky to be his son.

Around them, the sturdy oaks towered above them, the branches intertwining and providing them a canopy that shielded them from any wind or rain, which would make the already chilly night unbearable. The forest was like a cocoon, comforting and safe.

Stagpaw wasn't looking forward to where they were to go next- The Echoing Falls, where there were far fewer trees to shield them from the cold. It was the easiest way to get over the ridgeline that surrounded Thunderclan from the side of outsiders- they were in the rockier part of the valley where all the clans resided.

It was easy, but equally as dangerous. Badgerstar usually had to help him up, something that Stagpaw had no issue with. Nonetheless, it was always as nerve-wracking as it was his first time. Water from the falls cascaded onto the stones, making them far too slippery for his liking.

Badgerstar was beginning to climb them, and Stagpaw paused- Wasn't he going to help him up? Stagpaw paused, his ears bent back with a paw raised tentatively.

He glanced up, and his father was looking at him, brown eyes expectant. “I'm coming!” Stagpaw mumbled, fixing his blue-green gaze on the stones, a determined expression taking over his features. This was a test- He knew Badgerstar well enough to know that.

Stagpaw set off with a leap on the first rock, claws struggling to find a grip on the slippery stones. As using his claws was futile, he flung his forelegs forward and wrapped them around the rock, ears pinned against his head. Badgerstar hadn't made a move to help him yet, so the honey-brown tomcat figured that it wasn't over yet.

He scrambled up the mess of smaller, slippery rocks toward the steep that he had to jump up.

Letting a breath that he didn't even know he held exit his maw, Stagpaw looked upward. There was a gap separating him from the ledge he aimed for. Between it was a direct fall into the water- right beneath the waterfall. For such a young cat, the leap seemed daunting- He was no Skyclan cat, after all!

Stagpaw wiggled his haunches, mouth open as he prepared to spring. His gaze fluttered over to his father- Was he doing alright?

Distracted, Stagpaw pushed off with his hind legs, flying through the air for a moment that stretched out for so long it felt like moons. The jump was a lot larger than he thought, and his eyes widened to the size of moons as it seemed he was about to land short.

His shoulder slammed against the rock, stinging painfully, but most of his upper body was on the rock. However, the rock was slanted and he couldn’t find anything to sink his claws into. Panic erupted in him as he scrambled to try to pull himself up- If he fell, then he'd fall into the waterfall. Terror coursed through his veins as the sound of water pounding down the cliff filled his ears. He didn't want to be caught in that- It was a long fall.

“Help! Dad!” Stagpaw yelped, water splashing from the fall onto him, slicking down his pelt in some parts. His father stood, perched just a few tail-lengths away from him, his brown eyes glowing in the dark. He was about to fall, he felt his claws scrape painfully against the stone, and he braced himself before he began to slip-

In an instant, Badgerstar’s jaws had grasped him by his scruff, and he swung it mid-air for a painstaking moment. Stagpaw's chest heaved, but before he knew it, his father had dragged him back onto solid land.

There were no more jumps- Thank Starclan. It was simple from there, and they could move away from the slippery rocks. Stagpaw gasped, clinging onto the mossy earth like his life depended on it.

“Easy, son.” Badgerstar rumbled, leaning over to press his nose to the dampened head of Stagpaw. “I wouldn't have let you fall.”

Stagpaw’s eyes fluttered up, still panting heavily. Gratitude shone in them. Once again, Badgerstar had saved him. First, when he was just a kitten, saving him from the fox that was bound to return- or starvation.

The honey-brown tom looked at him, shakily getting to his paws and pressing against his father, who lapped between his ears. “Thanks,” Stagpaw choked out, though his expression made up for his lack of words.

Badgerstar just shrugged, though a little smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Let's just get there, alrighty?” He said, smoothing down his fur where Stagpaw had ruffled it up from standing against him.

Stagpaw swallowed a lump in his throat before following the black and white cat, this time going through the woods, where there was plenty to sink your claws into. He forced his pelt to lie flat, trying to look nonchalant. He didn't want Badgerstar to think he was a burden, not anymore than he probably already did.

The path was familiar from here, and far safer. They traveled through the brush in silence, the only sound that filled either of their ears was the sound of an owl hooting in the distance. Stagpaw shuddered, instinctively moving closer to Badgerstar. His heart was still pounding from his near-death experience- Getting snatched up by an owl was the last thing he needed.

On the contrary, Badgerstar’s movements were swift and unconcerned. He'd recovered from it rather fast- All too confident in his ability to save him. Stagpaw wished he could have an ounce of his father’s confidence.

“Will I ever be able to make it up the stones?” Stagpaw asked, picking up his pace until he was trotting alongside Badgerstar, the occasional branch catching his pelt as they trudged through the woods. He was desperate to change the subject, as he didn't want Badgerstar to think he was weak.

That was the thing with Badgerstar- He loved him to pieces, but Stagpaw always felt pressured to impress him. It was never like that with Slatefox, who's love came easily and didn't feel conditional. Stagpaw was confident that it was just his irrational worries, but what if it wasn't? He was brought into the clan for a reason, and didn't want to bring his name any shame.

Badgerstar looked down at Stagpaw, slowing his pace as though finally realizing he was going far too fast. Of course, only once Stagpaw was out of breath already. “ ‘Course, son. Just give it time, and you'll be leaping up every stone in the forest like a- Well, like a little deer.” The Thunderclan leader gave him a little chuckle at his own words, “No pun intended. You'll grow.”

Stagpaw glanced down at his paws. He would- That'd be helpful. He had large paws, and he was often told he would trip on them when he was a kitten, which he still did from time to time. He hoped he'd grow into them. Besides, it'd be nice to be a large cat when he was older. He could keep up with Badgerstar, and protect the borders better than anyone- Maybe that could show everyone he was worth keeping around.

He was lost in thought by the time Badgerstar came to a halt, and bumped into his hind leg. With a quick apology, he leaned forward to peer out to their surroundings. It was the clearing, alright- But no Jewel was in sight.

“Where is she?” Stagpaw questioned, blinking and turning his head to face his father, who only shrugged his shoulders in response. “Probably taking her time, you know how she is.”

Badgerstar's eyes glinted, and he looked at Stagpaw. “How's Redrabbit going? Teaching you well?” He tilted his head, his thick black tail curled around his paws. It was Stagpaw's turn to shrug.

His mentor was fun, but sometimes he could be a bit much. “He's fine, I guess.” Stagpaw shrugged. He was kind to him, thankfully, but the tom was far more used to talking to his kin, not really anyone else. Badgerstar frowned, and shook out his shaggy mane of fur before beginning, “He's scatterbrained- I know that as much. But he's loyal, and hardworking. Maybe an apprentice is what it'll take to help him… Grow up.”

Badgerstar paused, his whiskers twitching with amusement. “His brother, Flashstrike, already has his first litter of kits, and he's out chasing butterflies! Everyone thought he'd lose some of his recklessness when he lost half of his tail, but that just made him worse, I fear.”

Stagpaw let out a nervous laugh, planting his haunches down against the ground. Was it a test- Was Badgerstar trying to see if he'd talk poorly about a clanmate behind his back? “He's, uh, really fun, though!” Stagpaw felt the need to defend his mentor, just in case.

In response to his son's words, Badgerstar's tail curled and a chuckle fell from his maw. “You certainly didn't learn to be such an optimist from me- You've got that from Slatefox's meddling, I have no doubt.” Stagpaw dipped his head, a little worried. He wanted to be just like Badgerstar, would that get in the way?

“Enough talk of your mentor, now. How about you show me what you've learned from him?” Badgerstar leaned over, questioning Stagpaw. The two toms both rose to their paws, and Stagpaw nodded, narrowing his eyes deep in thought as he thought of what move to do first. He didn't like being put on the spot- He was used to following orders from those older than him.

As he inspected the area behind Badgerstar, contemplating if it'd hurt to land on it he aimed his jump poorly, the massive body belonging to his father barreled into his chest, consequently knocking the air out of his breath. “There's no time to stand and stare during a real battle! You've gotta act fast!” Badgerstar said, swinging his muzzle close to the wheezing Stagpaw.

Stagpaw didn't like this form of training too much. It was too rough, and Redrabbit had been training him by letting him take his time. However, Badgerstar was right when he said that it'd be like this in a real fight. He had better learn to take it, or he'd never earn the approval of his clan.

Bunching his muscles, he let out a gasp and finally felt air return to his lungs. “Fight back! Pretend I'm a Windclan warrior!” Badgerstar urged, his grip that was pinning Stagpaw against the mossy earth loosening slightly.

Stagpaw was already advanced in his training. Redrabbit was still trying to teach him the basics, but Badgerstar had already taught him those and then some when he was younger. He still fought to remember exactly what to do now, though.

His memories soon rushed back, and Stagpaw braced himself before kicking his hind legs into the soft belly of Badgerstar, who grunted and fell backwards. Stagpaw leapt to his paws, feeling a little glow of satisfaction when he looked at the pleased expression of Badgerstar’s face. He did it!

“Good, good!” Badgerstar grinned, raising a paw, licking it, and using it to smooth down the tuft of fur on his head. “We'll make a warrior out of you yet! I bet that Oakscratch's scrap, Bisonpaw, can't do that yet.” Stagpaw shrugged meekly, but his blue-green eyes were shining at the praise.

Badgerstar looked up, shaking out his fur and rising to his paws. “But we're not over yet! No Windclanner's gonna stop after a kick!” Inwardly, Stagpaw was reluctant to continue, as he was still sleepy and wanted to conserve energy for the trek home. However, he couldn't bring himself to say no to his father.

Badgerstar gave him very little time to think, regardless, for in an instant the black and white tom rushed forward, surprisingly speedy for a cat of his size. Stagpaw let out a little caterwaul, leaping out of the way at the last moment. Badgerstar landed in the leaf litter, his eyes glinting with approval. Stagpaw darted toward him, springing off the ground and landing on his back.

He hooked his claws through Badgerstar’s fur, careful not to prick his skin. This was a move that he had taught him last time, and he was hoping that he did it right. “Oh, you furball! I taught you too well,” He meowed from below him, but caught Stagpaw off guard with a powerful lurch to the side, and he leapt away in order to avoid being crushed.

“You're getting better!” Badgerstar said, without even a pant, while Stagpaw was breathing heavily. “I've been practicin',” He responded, the corners of his maw turning into a little smile. He smoothed down his chest fur, though kept an eye on his father. It would be quite in character for him to pounce without warning, to test his ability to watch his surroundings.

However, the surprise attack never happened, and instead Badgerstar gruffly meowed, “You did real good, son. You'll be a fine, fine warrior when the time comes.” Stagpaw glanced at him, unable to keep the grin that spread across his face down.

Inside, he glowed with satisfaction. Badgerstar was proud of him, and that's what mattered the most.

#warrior cats #warriors #severance #warriors: severance #warrior cats: severance #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #cats #cat #oc

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shivunin · 1 year

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Pip

(I've been rereading what I've got for that arranged marriage au all morning. I wanted to share the scene were Cullen and Adahlena meet if nothing else, because I had a really fun time writing it c: This is about two chapters in.)

Adahlena didn’t know how long she’d spent with her hands in the earth, but the sun had changed position when she looked up and realized she was no longer alone. The light had shifted from golden to faintly orange now, and the sun was nearing the horizon. She had an hour or two before sunset at the most, she supposed, which meant she was drastically late for the evening’s preparations.

“Ah–” a deep voice said, and she jerked her head up, “En'an'sal'en. Could you perhaps…point me to the, ah, castle?”

The human man’s accent was bad, but comprehensible. He would stand nearly two heads taller than her when she rose, and his hair was wavy and golden in the early evening light. He led a horse, had carefully halted it beyond the orderly lines of herbs–she was grateful for that–and wore a relatively simple pair of black trousers with a red tunic that complemented his coloring.

This was the first of her suitors that she’d actually spoken to. Few of them knew what she looked like outside of her nightly costume, for she’d been dodging them all week. It helped that most people were not waiting outside her window to speak with her, and that’s how she’d been entering and exiting the building since the first human had swaggered in.

“Oh,” he said, forehead creasing, “Ah–Ahn mar melin? Dirthas Common?”

Well, it was more Elvhen than she’d expected. Adahlena was frozen with her hands still half-dug in the soil, her fingers poised to pull up a particularly tenacious weed by the roots. She had no idea how something so large had grown here for so long, except that it was at the edge of a row and blended somewhat into the surrounding foliage. If left to her own devices, she’d be forced to move the soil aside with magic instead of brute strength, and some of the more delicate plants reacted poorly to magical interference.

“Do you, ah…need assistance?” he asked, his eyes straying to where hers were still reaching for the weed. He looped the reins around a lower-hanging branch and approached slowly, hands in view the whole time.

“I grew up on a farm,” he said in a calm voice, stopping several feet away, “I remember the late summer weeding well, if not fondly. We were always relieved when harvest time came and we didn’t have to do it anymore. May I?”

Adahlena freed her hands from the soil and moved away, shaking the loose clumps from her long fingers. What was he doing? All the visitors been told about the evening banquets. She would have expected he’d be trying to quickly get to his rooms so he could wash up and make a good first impression.

The man dug callused hands into the soil and plucked the weed out without effort, and she noted with surprised pleasure that he’d managed to get all the little threadling roots, too. He tossed it into the pile she’d been making and dusted off his hands.

“There,” he said with satisfaction, “Can you give me directions? Ah…”

“My name is not important,” she said finally, standing to gather the uprooted weeds into a fold of her long tunic, “I speak Common. You’re already going the right direction; just continue on along the edge of the field until you reach a well, and then you’ll want to go right. You’ll see it before too long.”

Adahlena tilted her head, examining him carefully as he stood and absently dusted his hands against each other. Strong, muscular thighs–clearly he was used to riding horses–and similarly strong upper arms. No wonder he’d had no trouble pulling the weed free. Perhaps Anuon was right about…

No. She wasn’t getting attached on account of something so trivial as size or physical appearance. It was far too early for that.

Adahlena moved past him and piled the weeds in a heap near the trees, which someone would come by and clean up later if they knew what was good for them. Her legs ached badly now that she was moving around. She’d spent more time climbing than she usually did these past few days, and hours of kneeling had made her joints stiff.

The human was untying the horse, looking at her from the corner of his eye every few seconds. She sighed and propped her hands on her hips.

“I’ll lead you there if you let me ride your horse,” she told him, and he straightened in surprise. While he considered the offer, she eyed the horse dubiously. It seemed like a nice enough creature, for all that she’d only ridden a handful of them.

“Oh,” he said, “My thanks. Do you need help –”

“Yes,” she said, and he cupped his gloved hands just below the stirrup. When she stepped into them, he lifted her up and into the saddle. It was in one of the human styles, though thankfully it still had the saddle horn she was used to. Adahlena steadied herself, found a good place for her feet to hang since they would not reach the stirrups, and gestured forward.

“Straight from here,” she told him, and he started moving.

“You never told me your name,” she said, and the human turned to look at her over his shoulder. He had a scar on his lip, she noticed. Interesting. She wondered what it would feel like to…no. No. She wasn’t getting attached and she certainly wasn’t interested. It was far too early for that.

“My name is unimportant,” he said. She tried to restrain a smile, but it tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“Fair,” she said.

“Are you a gardener? A farmer? Did you grow all of these?” he asked.

“In a sense.”

They were quiet for a time, and then she directed him to the right at the old well.

“What did you catch?” she asked.

“Catch?”

Was that not the right word?

“Your quarry,” she said, “You had to bring something back with you to be let past the city limits.”

“Oh. Yes. A brace of pheasants. I left them with the sentries.”

“Hmm,” she said. One of her favorite treats was a pheasant pie.

How had she not noticed how hungry she was? How long had she been weeding?

“Is there truly a feast every night?” he asked doubtfully a moment later.

“For the duration of the event? Yes. More’s the pity.”

“You don’t like them?”

“I prefer not to make idle conversation with people who are trying to impress–” don’t say me, she reminded herself, “—everyone around them.”

He snorted.

“I can understand that.”

“Hold here,” she said, and he did. She sat up straight and gave a sharp whistle. Another came in return.

“Made your choice already, Adahlena?” the taller sentry called down to her in Elvhen.

The human’s head had moved to watch them, she noticed. Sharp eyes, to see them both when their clothing blended into the surrounding trees.

“Not yet,” she called back.

“Well, you should. He’s the size of a horse. You’d never have to walk again.”

“Yes,” the second one called down, stepping up to the edge of a branch, “And if his size is proportionate, you won’t be able to walk again!”

The two of them laughed while Adahlena flushed at the ears. The worst part of this whole thing, she decided, was the way her personal life and personal preferences were now the purview of the entire clan and all their allies.

“I’m telling the cook to save you waybread and nothing else,” she told them in Common, and looked back to the human.

“Walk on,” she told him, “Ignore these fools.”

“I didn’t know what they were saying anyway,” the man said sheepishly, but tugged the horse forward.

From this angle, she could see the red-flushed curve of his neck, the small hairs at the base that curled into tight spirals. When he shifted his grip on the horse’s reins, the muscles in his back shifted slightly, growing tight against the fabric of his tunic and then softening again. Adahlena glanced away.

“You wouldn’t want to know,” she said darkly. The sentries’ laughter hadn’t died down.

“Is, ah,” he sighed, “Does…Adahlena mean something in Elvhen? Or were they speaking of the lady?”

“Both,” she said cautiously.

“What does it mean?”

“Hmm,” she thought, “In your tongue–something like ‘friend of the forest.’ But…several her age were named the same. We knew this generation would bear the bride for the Compact and the sound of the name is very similar to the first bride’s.”

“And what did they say of her? The sentries.”

She wished she could read his tone better. Was he skilled at hiding his feelings or was she just not used to the way humans expressed emotion? It was important that she knew which was true before she tried to pursue a relationship with one of them.

“They asked me if she’d chosen yet. She hasn’t.”

He glanced over his shoulder at her, revealing a crisp profile, nose sharp like a dagger, pink lips and a scar on one side. There was something about it that tugged at her memory—something she’d meant to do, or recall—but no, it was gone. She pulled a face when the man looked away.

“That makes sense. I understand that not everyone has arrived yet.”

“Accurate; tomorrow is likely the final day for that.”

They were passing through the outlying houses now, and some of the children raced alongside them as they passed over the road. This time of day, washing was being gathered from the lines and suppers were being cooked. The air filled with the scent of roasting grain and fish, the bittersweet note of elfroot threading through it all.

“The people here won’t eat at this banquet?” he asked, and she read a note of judgment in it. That was fair; it was right that the clan eat together.

“They prefer not to at the moment,” she told him, “Many elves have suffered at the hands of humans. Not all of our clan were born in the clan, or in our lands. We will not force them to entertain our visitors.”

“Ah,” he said. Then, “You don’t seem very curious about me or any of this. You speak the trade tongue with little accent. Have you lived among humans?”

“For a time,” she admitted, “When I was younger. As for my curiosity, you forget that I have been amongst this furor for a month now, though the suitors have only begun to arrive over the last week or so. I know–”

I know everything I need to know about the ones coming here, she resisted saying. It was technically true–she had the dossiers in her bedroom now–but she hardly had an encyclopedic memory of them all. If she were being honest, she’d avoided looking at most of them since she’d selected her choice of candidates. Didn’t want to know too much; didn’t want to get attached, or hope for something that would ultimately disappoint. Better that she not know at all.

“You know?” he prompted, glancing over his shoulder at her again.

He really is quite handsome, she thought, once you get past the odd ears and the ungainly breadth of him.

“I know I’ll have time to ask if you…remain.”

From the look he gave her, they both knew it wasn’t what she’d intended to say.

“Not far to the castle now,” she told him by way of apology, but he didn’t complain.

“What are these banquets usually like?” he asked, skirting a puddle in the stone pathway.

“Loud,” she said grimly, “Less so than they were, unless many new suitors came in today. We dismissed two after yesterday’s dinner.”

They’d both fallen for one of her tricks, the fools. So funny what men thought to say when they believed themselves in like company. She wouldn’t tell this human about that, though; better she find out for herself what kind of man he was when nobody was looking.

“Truly?” he sounded surprised, “How many are left?”

Adahlena shrugged, shifting on the saddle so she could look ahead. The broad road stretched ahead of her, stone laid so tightly to the ground that no weed dared poke its head up. This path was kept cleared of trees, though she’d coaxed the council into allowing embrium beds along either side. They stood evenly now, nodding their ruby heads in time to the melody of the wind.

“Perhaps eleven or twelve, not counting the new arrivals. Fewer after tonight, I expect.”

“Twelve,” he repeated, shaking his head.

“Afraid of the competition?” she asked. He huffed.

“No. It’s much fewer than I expected. I was told seventy had been proposed.”

“Ah,” she said, “Well, we rejected most out of hand. We’d no desire to be part of some elaborate political game, and the Orlesians would doubtless refuse to leave their carriages behind. Fancy pricks.”

He laughed; must be Ferelden, she supposed. They seemed to dislike the Orlesians nearly as much as the elves did. Conquering countries that did not wish to be conquered had that effect on a people.

“We,” he said, and just that. The castle was coming into view now, blended into the surrounding trees as it was.

“We?” she said.

“You said ‘we,’ both times. Are you responsible for some of the eliminations?”

“Clever as well as good with his hands,” she mused, nodding to another of the sentries as they passed a checkpoint. The sentry immediately turned and began whispering to the other.

“Is that a yes?”

They paused outside the gates and she dismounted carefully, unable to use stirrups sized for someone much taller than she. She patted the horse’s dappled grey neck carefully (it was beyond her to understand why the humans were so enamored with the creatures; one well-placed kick and they could split one’s skull wide open. At least halla had to work to get at you with their horns) and looked past it to the man, who was waiting quietly.

Patient, too. He was a decent enough candidate, she supposed. He certainly wasn’t painful to look at. She wished she could remember what it was about his face that made her think of…

“Adahlena! Where have you been?” Her mother snapped from the steps in Elvhen, “Anuon said you left hours ago.”

“Adahlena?” the man asked, not looking away from her. She grinned at him, suddenly very pleased with herself.

“One could say I’m responsible for all the eliminations,” she told him, and held out her hand in the human manner, “Adahlena Lavellan, Bride of the Compact.”

To his credit, he didn’t blink twice at taking her dirty hand and bowing over it. He did not, she noticed, press his lips to her knuckles as she’d seen men do in human cities. Good. It might be a courtly action to them, but to her it seemed like a great deal too much contact with someone she didn’t know yet.

“Cullen Rutherford,” he told her, “Pleased to meet you.”

“Are you?” she smiled, “Interesting.”

“Adahlena!” her mother called, and when Adahlena glanced at her she’d been joined by two others–the ones responsible for dressing her today, she supposed.

“I will see you at the banquet, Cullen Rutherford,” she told him, taking her hand back and turning away, “Perhaps you’ll still have time to wash your hands.”

Cullen Rutherford, she thought as she climbed the steps, Cullen Rutherford. What do I remember about that name?

When she turned away to walk toward the stairs, he was looking down at his hands, as streaked with dirt as hers were.

#adahlena lavellan #cullen rutherford #cullavellan #the red crossing arrangement #dai #my writing #and then she spent the next six chapters trying not to get attached #i remembered what the problem is btw and it's that this is a slow burn #i have a REALLY hard time writing slow burn #but i've decided to skip the scene i'm stuck on now #so after a nap and a walk i'm gonna try again #fingers crossed #after the event thing ended i was like 'okay phew i won't have to be posting writing every day i can take some time to reassess'#lol maybe tomorrow #shivunin scrivening

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booitislife · 8 months

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Let’s Pick Apart My Life

Okay, here we go folks.

I am the only child of my parents. Dad and Mom had me.

Dad was married before and had three boys. For ease let’s call them C, E, and M.

Dad and his first wife divorced which (as with all divorces caused friction). E ended up living with his mom most of the time, M ended up living with dad, C was old enough to live on his own.

Mom was married once before as well. She had one son (let’s call him D.) Then she had an affair and had my sister, let’s call her B. She stayed with her husband and husband 1 agreed to raise B as his own. Sometime when B was 2-3 she left her first husband.

Dad and mom met and ended up pregnant with me and then got married and then came me.

None of the family really got along. Blended family? HA what is that. Then, just a year into my life dad’s son (C) dies.

C’s death causes alcoholism in dad and E moves away from the family. M decides to dislike my mom. D ends up going into the military when I turn 8. B ends up taking out her frustration on me (because she doesn’t want to be mad at our mom).

How does this all play on me, you may ask? Well, I grew up with 1 dead sibling, 2 absent siblings, and 2 siblings who were mad at their parents, but they decided they couldn’t take it out on their parents so they took it out on the product of their parents - me. I grew up very alone or being taunted, disliked, etc.

M was super nice until he realized he could not make me hate my own mother. From then on he was cold. Until dad died. Then, M was so emotionally abusive to me that I started having panic attacks every single time he would text or call me. My partner had to intervine and we ended up absolutely no contact. His children don’t know me because I am not considered a part of their family.

E took M’s side and I am not close with his kids either because M was always considered the authority.

Other side of the family?

D ended up on the other side of the country and the only times we really talk is when I initiate it. His wife is great, but even she can’t get him to talk.

B? She ended up blaming me for years because she didn’t want to be mad at our mom. She had a kid and I have seen her less than a dozen times - she’s 7. I have asked and asked and asked. It doesn’t matter. I have also had to look past the horrible things she has said to me - including when I opened up to her (the first person I told in my family) about my miscarriage and she said - “It’s for the best.” I have never gotten over that hurt. That is one of several very serious things she has done or said.

Dad is dead. Mom? I know out he her 3 children I am her 3rd favorite.

I am tired. Why did they even have me? I have nothing to contribute and my own family doesn’t care whatsoever. I am so fucking exhausted. Why am I still here?

Man, yeah, that’s my close family tree. Yay. Someone shoot me.

#personal #family drama #family #yeah this really sucked #I wish I could go back in time and make them not have me #scape goat #black sheep

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kiribread · 1 year

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Fantasy au pt.2 :D

Hello again! This is an continuation from this post here! This time it's going to be shinji [kamui woods] centered!

Welp here's his design! I like it but i don't exactly love it so i may try to redesign for the 1000th time 😭.

So his basic backstory is that he was abandoned at a very young age for mysterious reasons. Do to him being so young he has no recollection of them. He lived in the forest for his whole life until he moved into the library (that is in a forest but u get the point.) His magic emulates natural abilities of trees and that's what let him live in the forest so long. One time though, he got attacked by an animal and got badly injured. This is when shinya [Edgeshot] found him and took him to his aunt to get treated. (His aunt is good with medical magic, herbs, ect.) He lived with shinya in the family house until they moved into the library.

So that's a pretty brief summary ofhiz backstory. I had a pretty good idea of what i wanted his to be since it's similar to the backstory hc i have for him in the og series. Also in this au shinya has a similar backstory to his but thats going to wait for now!

Also his ethnicity if you will in this au is woodlandelf mixed with something else 👀?

Design:

So yeah finding a design i semi liked for him was pretty hard 😭

I knew I wanted it to be earthly just didn't know how i wanted to do it.

I ended up basing some of his design off of a moth, specifically a brown one.

His veil thing is supposed to be based off of moth wings.

The things on his head are based both based off of moth wiggly things that my dyslexic ass can't spell & doesn't feel like looking up and leaves.

I also made sure it did a good job hiding his identity for reasons that'll make more sense later. (Hopefully atleast lol)

it's also supose to help him blend into the woods or other darker green areas.

Other details:

So when shinya and his aunt were treating him they found out the other half of his identity.

They are the only ones that know and have yet to even tell shinji about it in fear of him getting in danger.

Both of them encourage shinji to dress in secretive way especially if they're going out but they don't force him.

Shinji is already self conscious about the way he looks so it wasn't a very big deal.

He knows that he is mixed but like i said earlier he was never told what.

He gets pretty frustrated sometimes that no one will tell him what his other identity is but he knows that they're just trying to keep him safe.

He loves going on walks in the library's courtyard

Even if he's done it a million times it never gets old to him; there's always different in someway.

He also likes keep the intermediate part of the library's forest maintained. (It's the fenced in part. I may get more into it if i make a library specific post.)

He also likes taking care of any injured animals that wonder in.

Along with that he's also into art and often paints landscapes (mainly the forest)

He also likes painting flowers.

He also draws a bit but painting is his favorite.

He was quite excited to have yu [mt. Lady] move into the library with them. He's never lived with anyone besides his adopted family.

Her mannerisms and whatnot threw him off at first but he gets use to it.

Him and yu end up hitting it off pretty good!

Yu teaches him how to make jewelry and he teaches her to paint.

Having her around gives him a bit of a confidence boost and is overall a happier.

They bicker back and forth but it's more or less the "ur gay; no u" kind of bickering if that makes sense?

The bickering you probably do with ur friends is probably the best description i can come up with?

They start dating about 6-7 months after yu moves in.

Shinya notices the chance in both of them (more so with shinji) and starts to feel guilty for keeping him so isolated.

Shinya starts to let him and yu go out a bit because of this.

His aunt was a bit hesitant about this decision but she ends up agreeing with it and they both apologize to keeping shinji so isolated

They still haven't told him since they worry that he may accidentally slip up and accidentally tell someone.

Shinya is planning to tell him him soon but is weary to.

So that's what i have for now! I'll most likely do shinya next but I've been having trouble with his design as well 😭. But i hope u enjoyed the post! Lemme know if you ever have any questions about the series and I'll try to get to them!

And yes i purposely left out what shinji's other ethnicity was for y'all to suffer >:D

#shinji nishiya #Kamui woods #Shinya Kamihara #Edgeshot #Mt lady #yu takeyama #Bnha #Mha #Fantasy au #Im glad y'all liked the last post bc i love thus au #These post take awhile to write but they're fun #Mt. Kamui #Mt lady x kamui woods

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fandomficsnstuff · 2 years

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Unexpected Company - 6

(Warnings: Arguing, a lil’ bit of fighting, hint at the romance in A Chance Encounter and a hint of angst)

For the words in bold, if you want to know 100% what they mean, here’s the website I use, some of the words may have more than one meaning so I suggest picking one that fits best with the entire sentence: https://www.thuum.org/translator.php

Notes: This is platonic only! It is a prequel to A Chance Encounter but can be read alone.

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Ruth frowned at the dead trees that greeted them, her hands clutching Shadowmere’s reins a little tighter. “Dilon Ahrk Vodahmin, yet we must pass through anyway…” Ruth mumbled with a frown, taking a deep breath before saddling off of Shadowmere, her eyes lingering on the entrance to the forest before turning to Shadowmere, her forehead against the horse’s neck “Bo, Ru Stin Erei Zu’u Bel Hi” she whispered, the horse rearing it’s head but obeyed her command, turning around and running off like a man horse would, bucking and moving faster than what should be possible. “W-What exactly do those words mean?...” Bilbo asked shyly, Ruth smiling as she placed a hand over the wound under her armor, gently rubbing the sore skin as it had already begun to itch, signaling the healing. “Well, the last thing I said was ‘go, run free until I summon you’. What I said before was ‘dead and forgotten’” Ruth explained calmly, smiling at Bilbo’s confused expression. “It’s called ‘Dovah Tinvaak’, ‘Dragon Language’ in the normal tongue. Many of the dragons from my world never learned the common tongue, or Tamrielic, as we call it. Dragons often see it as being beneath them, they’re dominant and destructive, craving power like it was skooma… they have a severe urge to dominate mankind, or destroy those who won’t allow themselves to be cattle, yet they have no interest in actually ruling over the people they enslaved” Ruth explained in a simple tone, her eyes moving around the area, until she saw a creature she recognised on a hill far away. She couldn’t help but smile, raising her hand in a brief wave, hearing the distant roar in return, making her smirk. “By Talos I’ve missed other people with the Beast-Blood” she murmured, turning back around to join the others as they set their ponies loose.

“Not my horse, I need it!” Ruth turned around with a frown, seeing Gandalf walk over to his horse, confusion filling her as she hurried over “Gandalf?-”

“Zu’u Ov Hi Voth Niin, Dein Niin Nahlaas, that is the contract I’m giving you” Gandalf muttered softly, Ruth frowning at him before nodding and standing back “I’ll complete it… we’ll talk of my reward when you return” she stated calmly, placing her hands behind her back, the frown gone from her face even though she was riddled with worry. Her gaze turned to the forest and she took some other steps towards it, her frown returning and her hands unclasping from behind her back as she hesitantly walked through the ‘gate’, looking around with great intrigue. “This seems as old as the Dwemer…” she murmured, running a hand up the carved and overgrown pillar, tilting her head lightly “or like the Snow Elves… like it was carved by them long ago and forgotten about… Overgrown and taken back by the turning of time…” she mumbled as she continued to inspect the structures. As the rain began to fall she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, the water running down her face, over the scars that ran through her skin, subtle and thin. The droplets ran over the birthmark on her cheek, making it appear like it was shimmering, the drops blending in with the freckles that were gently flicked across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Kilí smirked at his brother when he caught him staring, gently nudging his brother’s shoulder, snapping him out of the trance he was in. “She’s not married” Kilí reminded his brother, Filí frowning and lightly shoving Kilí away, the younger dwarf smirking with amusement.

As the other dwarves joined Ruth and walked past, the woman opened her eyes as she looked at them, following behind them, walking a bit in front of the two young dwarven brothers, Kilí highly amused as Filí mostly stared at the back of her neck as though it’d get her to marry him.

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The deeper into the woods they went, the more light-headed Ruth felt, her eyes closed for a few seconds, a frown on her brows as she tried to ground herself and keep going, a hand on her wounded shoulder as she continued alongside Balin after having fallen into step with him. “You alright lass?” he asked in a tired voice, Ruth wincing ever so slightly as she gently shook her head “I feel like I had another night with Sanguine…” she murmured, Balin frowning at her, making her give a tired smile “he’s a daedric prince in my world, they’re sort of like gods but more-... self-serving. Many of them are cruel and-... Talos, I can’t think” Ruth murmured, running a hand over her face in frustration, looking to her side to look at Balin, only to find him not there, her frown deepening and she looked around, seeing Balin several paces in front of her, instead of right next to her. “We found the bridge!” Ruth hurried forward, seeing the collapsed bridge she groaned quietly, gently shaking her head as she looked down, hearing the others talking in the background as she stood next to Bilbo.

“I could-... no, no…” Ruth murmured, Bilbo frowning at her “could what?” he asked in a tired voice, Ruth closing her eyes as she tried to keep herself grounded. “I could-... use one of-… like-... like the fire one I used when we were in that tree when-… but-... I-I’m too dizzy…” she murmured, Biblo nodding before guiding her to a rock to sit down, Ruth giving him a thankful nod before running a hand over her face again. As Bilbo left her side for whatever reason, Ruth looked up, looking at the dwarves, about to protest when Bilbo moved to climb the vines to get over but the words died on her tongue. Tears filled her eyes as she almost stumbled towards what she was seeing, passing through the dwarves almost as though she was in a trance. “Ruth, wh-” Thorin was cut off when Ruth pushed him away as he tried to stop her. Ruth neared the small girl she was seeing, kneeling down in front of her, the dwarves watching with worry as she slowly raised her hand up to the empty air. “Lucia?...” Ruth murmured softly, a smile almost making it’s way onto her lips but it quickly turned into a look of horror when the sweet little girl became charred and burnt. Ruth almost flew up as she took several steps back, a look of complete and utter horror on her face, her breath caught in her throat as the charred body stumbled a few steps towards her.

Ruth continued to stare at the sweet little girl as her charred body walked towards her, until someone grabbed her arm and turned her away, her eyes meeting Thorin’s confused and worried frown and she quickly looked back, seeing nothing but air. She let out a heavy breath in shock, more tears blurring her vision as she stumbled back a few more steps, Filí reaching for her but the second his hand touched her she recoiled with anger in her eyes “don’t touch me” she growled quietly despite the obvious tears in her eyes. “What did you s-”

“None of your damn business!” Ruth snapped at Bilbo, walking towards the vines with purpose and anger. Before the dwarves could grab her, Ruth jumped onto one of the vines, holding onto another as she nearly lost her balance, her eyes feeling heavy but she was unsure if it was from shock because of what she had seen or the enchanted water. “Ruth! What are you doing?!”

“Getting across!” she snapped with annoyance, taking a shallow breath before hesitantly and slowly making her way towards the other vines, clinging to whatever she could. As she began to feel sleepy, her feet slipped and she let out a brief yelp as the vine she was standing on swung out from under her feet. She held onto a vine as her feet barely touched the water. Ruth winced at the pain on the left side of her chest, the muscles straining to keep her above the water, making her grit her teeth before managing to pull herself up. Ruth hesitantly began to swing her legs, looking up at where the vine was attached before continuing to swing herself until she had enough momentum to let go and land on the other side of the river. She winced at the pain in the left side of her chest, one of her hands reaching up and covering the wounded area before looking up at the others “Bilbo next, he’s lighter” she shouted before willingly dropping her head back down on the ground, letting out a heavy sigh as her eyes closed, her burnt little girl visible even with her eyes closed, making her open them again, staring up at the horrid forest tree-tops, her heart felt like it had been ripped from her chest all over again.

As Bilbo landed next to her, he seemed out of sorts, shouting something to the others and when his voice trailed off, Ruth looked up, spotting all the dwarves trying to climb over, all at once. “Molag’s balls” Ruth grunted in annoyance, wincing at the still fresh wound as she sat up, her eyes on the ground before sheepishly glancing at Bilbo. “I’m sorry, about… you know, being snappy and… yeah…”

“What did you see…?”

“Someone I would give my life to see smile one more time…” Ruth murmured softly before forcing herself to stand up, Thorin landing where she had been laying. She glanced at him before looking down, deciding that unlike Bilbo, apologizing wasn’t the best thing right now, with how hot-headed everyone was because of the sickness of the forest. Ruth turned to look around to try and get her bearings when she saw a white elk, almost blinding her, her eyes wide as she stared open-mouthed at it, unaware of Thorin raising his bow, she only noticed when the arrow flew and scared the creature off. She frowned at Thorin almost with envy, Bilbo noticing and frowning at her “what?”

“It was Hircine… I wish I was faster than Thorin…” Ruth mumbled, Bilbo growing even more confused “why? Who is Hircine?”

“He’s from my world… he’s the daedric prince of the hunt and the father of were-creatures… I once talked with him, after killing a white elk… the elk’s spirit appeared where it died and Hircine talked through it…” Ruth mumbled, tilting her head lightly at where the creature had been standing before Thorin scared it off, a smile forming on her lips, slightly noticeable before vanishing “perhaps I’m not as far away from home as I thought… ” she murmured before turning to look at Bilbo, giving him a sad smile before turning around when she heard a splash, her eyes wide as she hurried over to the edge of the water, about to reach in when Bilbo pulled her back “don’t! It’s the water!” he whispered harshly, Ruth frowning as she retracted her hand, giving Bombur a worried glance before helping the others get him safely out of the water.

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Ruth stumbled back and out of the way as the other dwarves began to fight amongst themselves, her feet nearly slipping but she caught herself on a tree, her brows furrowing as she slowly turned to look at what exactly she had placed her hand on, her eyes widening at the sight and she turned to the others “Bofur! Dwalin!! LISTEN TO ME!” she roared, the ground shaking with her voice as thunder could be heard above, everyone turning to look at her and she stumbled a little before gesturing to the cobwebs on the trees and everywhere around them. “We need to get out, now-”

“We’ve lost the path-”

“Doesn’t matter!! Frostbite spiders live here, can’t you see their cobwebs?! I’ve seen what those creatures can do to a person, we need to get out of here-”

“And how do you propose we do that, hm?? We’ve lost the path-”

“Then we run and don’t stop!! None of us can fight right now! Bombur is unconscious and we’re at each other’s throats! We need to move before-”

“You know nothing of what we need to do! You’re a woman! Know your place!!” Thorin growled, Ruth’s eyes widening as she took in his words, her lips curling up in anger but before she could do anything, to everyone’s shock, Filí punched Thorin square in the jaw, everyone quiet as the King recoiled, his face turned and his jaw already red. “Filí, what-”

“Don’t talk to her that way!” Filí growled, taking a few steps away from his uncle, ignoring the others but before anyone could do anything, the sounds of something with multiple legs crawling towards them made everyone on edge, Ruth unsheathing her daggers but she barely had time to use them before something grabbed her and pulled her up, Ruth letting out a brief scream as she was dropped from the height after being dragged away from the others, being dropped into multiple cobwebs, coating her in the sticky substance and before she could get her bearings, she was encased in a cocoon, struggling to get free until she felt it tightened even more around her as more layers were wrapped around her. She felt herself being hung upside down, all the blood rushing to her head, making her dizzy until her eyes closed, her burnt daughter scorched into her mind as she was silent, taking the time to ground herself before she made any attempt at freeing herself. She almost began to move, trying to wiggle her arms out so she could use the dagger she hadn’t dropped in the forest to cut the webs but the second she moved she felt something pierce her side, her eyes wide as she felt her muscles cramp up, her movements forced to come to a halt as she hung there for several minutes. She almost allowed herself to close her eyes, until she heard something cut through some sort of robe, the feeling of falling taking over and as much as she could, while the venom wore off, she smiled, she even smiled as she landed harshly on the ground, the air almost being knocked out of her. She struggled to get out, using her one dagger, gasping for air as she finally cut through the webs, feeling hands help pry her free of the sticky webs, helping her up on her feet.

Ruth used one of her daggers to cut through one of the spiders that had followed them, stabbing it multiple times before throwing it at another spider, hitting it square in the face and when she ran by she dragged it out, gliding under a third spider, cutting it under it’s belly, from the end to the tip of it’s head, her feet nearly stumbling but she kept up with the others. When Thorin announced they were in the clear, Ruth let out a breath of relief, about to smile when she heard footsteps, not the spiders crawling, but actual footsteps. “Molag’s balls” she murmured in anger, her daggers piercing a few more spiders that came too close but the second she turned around, an arrow was pointed at her face.

Ruth took in the man behind the bow and arrow. Striking blue eyes, blonde hair and slightly pointed ears, the adrenaline slowly leaving her body like boiling water, evaporating as she straightened up a little instead of being ready to fight, already knowing that not even she could heal an arrow through the eye, despite previous attempts at an arrow through her head. Her pale cheeks were slightly pink from running and fighting, her dark birthmark by her right cheekbone was a darker red wine and brown than what it was normally, sweat running through the color like water over a rock, dipping briefly into the scar on her cheek that went through her birthmark. The flecks of gold in her eyes slowly dimmed to the background, letting the green in her eyes stand out more than the gold. As Thorin moved a little at her side, the arrow was pointed at him next, the man with piercing blue eyes narrowing his eyes ever so slightly at Thorin. “Do not think I won’t kill you, Dwarf. It would be my pleasure” he stated roughly, Ruth glancing at Thorin briefly before letting out a quiet sigh, hanging her head as she almost just accepted her fate, subtly hiding one of her daggers in her pouch, so only one of her daggers could be seen and felt. Until she heard Kilí struggling, she turned around, glancing at the elf who pointed his arrow at Ruth, her eyes glancing back and forth between the arrow and Kilí and just before she decided to risk it, a woman came forth, elegantly taking more than one spider on and killing them. Ruth took a subtle inhale and caught a whiff of the woman’s scent, her eyes seeing the tip of her ears and her mind searching for the proper term that Elrond and Gandalf had taught her for female elves. ‘Ellith’, if she remembered correctly.

Ruth let out a brief sigh of relief when Kilí was pushed towards them, alive and unharmed, though rather shaken up it appeared. “Search them” Ruth rolled her eyes and gave the dagger to the elf that approached her, the blade in her hand as she offered the elf the handle, clearly giving it instead of threatening with it. The elf frowned, hesitantly taking the dagger and after inspecting it, the elf gave it to the one who had pointed an arrow at Ruth and Thorin. He seemed quite confused as he inspected the weapon, a frown forming on his face as he tried to figure out what the dagger was made from, and when he realized it was bone, he tried to figure out what kind of bone. Ruth couldn’t help but smirk as Filí had dagger after dagger after dagger removed, each hidden one being taken away and when finally, after over a handful of daggers were taken, he turned to see who he felt was staring at him, finding Ruth on the verge of chuckling but she tried to hide it, looking away from him, the sight making Filí smile ever so slightly, until his last hidden knife was being taken away as well. As a sword was placed in front of Thorin, Ruth took a small step towards the two, glaring lightly at the elf, the two of them locking eyes until he ordered something, Ruth being shoved with the others, thus breaking eye contact.

As Ruth was shoved into a cell, she still held her head high, turning around to face the cage-door being closed in her face, her eyes on the elf that had pushed her inside. She was sure that she could get through, she had lockpicks, and should they fail… she knew Hircine would aid her, after all, it was him she had seen in the forest, right? As she was debating letting the wolf out of the door, she noticed that he was still staring at her, almost as though he was studying her, and if she didn’t know better, she’d say he was almost admiring a piece of art, a statue of Dibella, a Sybil in the Divine goddess of beauty’s temple, a lover admiring their love’s face and thanking their stars for the sight. But Ruth did know better, yet she held his gaze, never wavering, never looking away. He was handsome, she had to admit that, he was tall, those piercing blue eyes almost making her breath hitch and she was almost, almost, sad to see him leave, her eyes locked on his form as she stepped closer to the bars, watching him leave until she couldn’t anymore.

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🍑🍻 and 🍟 for Amaryllis; 🍎🍰 and 🍩 for Daffodil; 🍹🍍 and 🍉 for Laura

This got long SO more under the cut lol

Amaryllis 🍑What sort of traits does your OC look for in a Significant Other? The caveat here being she only loves two people, so this is mostly just why she fell in love with those two people lol. She’s had fwb before, but Zadok and Eilidh/Sterling are the only two people she has romantic feelings for. The Lion Empress - Stability first, and someone who can make her smile second. Zadok fills both of these roles, as her oldest childhood friend and right hand general. The person she chooses to start courting, the ever charming Sterling, she chose because of how easy it is to smile around her. While she may not be a constant like Zadok, she is a genuine joy to interact with. Though once she’s revealed to be Amaryllis’ enemy the Boar, her feelings are much more complicated. Modern Reincarnation AU - Amaryllis fell in love with Zadok as naturally as breathing, their presence calming and steady and constant. She loves their humor, and how they can command a room or blend into the background. Eilidth was somehow easier and harder to fall for. When Amaryllis saw her she just Knew. Eilidh pushes her in a way Zadok doesn’t, but cushions the fall with her humor and the little things she does to show she cares. Like making coffee for them in the morning, helping around the flower shop, etc. 🍻What's your OC's favorite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day? The Lion Empress - After long hours spent in war meetings, dealing with the remaining nobility and explaining to them that no you cannot tax my subjects this harshly, no you may not do this or that, Amaryllis can often be found in the courtyard garden tending to her tea plants. She is joined by Zadok on the days they are available, her father or grandmother when they have the time, or by herself on especially rough nights when she cannot sleep. Getting her hands in the earth and working the soil soothes her in ways nothing else can. Modern Reincarnation AU - Even after spending hours cutting and arranging flowers, Amaryllis winds down by spending an hour or so on her bonsai trees. She also enjoys taking the time to prepare tea blends for her loved ones, testing and retesting the blends until they suit their tastes perfectly. 🍟What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure? The Lion Empress - The arts as a whole really. The Lion Empress persona she crafted to successfully raise her army and take the throne is calculating, ruthless, and while she may give her subjects enough to live in comfort, they saw what she did to the nobles who did not conform. Crying at an especially moving performance isn’t really a great way to keep up that image. She loves wandering art galleries or museums, listening in on musicians in taverns or auditoriums. Modern Reincarnation AU - Trashy reality TV, specifically things like The Housewives of _. She and Zadok grew up encased in old old money, so rich people drama playing out on screen with silly edits and memes is the height of entertainment for her.

Daffodil 🍎Do they share any features or traits with any family members? She and her mother really only share the same pointed ears and violet eyes, but other than that she looks very similar to her father! Her father was tall and lean, fair of both hair and skin, with big dark eyes. They studied the same sword style, and with the two of them in full armor side by side it would be very hard to tell them apart! I like to think if she did find her mother, she would know Daffodil was her child based on how she fights. Daffodil shares her mother’s love of adventure and her fathers love of music and poetry. 🍰What's something your OC counts as unforgivable? Damaging one of her muses or sources of inspiration. Though her muses are lucky in that sense because she values them all above inspirational trinkets so if Magpie sold one, or in Koyla’s enthusiasm she broke one Daffodil wouldn’t care. At that point her muse is creating inspiration for her, and the sacrifice was necessary. She does wish the girls would stop stealing her family's spoons though. 🍩What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for? To be honest probably just murder. I know that’s common with adventuring types but it’s true. Daffodil has some minor to major yandere tendencies with her muses, and if someone goes out of their way to be cruel to any of them Daffodil is fairly likely to come back for them at a later point to take care of the issue. I’m not sure if the others know about it though, since it is fairly common for her to wander off from the group to gather some extra bits of inspiration before returning to them. She would actually be arrested for breaking and entering, most likely getting caught up in one of her architect's schemes.

Laura 🍹Does your OC have any funny anecdotes told about them? Laura is hilariously enough my most normal, well adjusted character. Most of her funny anecdotes have to do with her just being generally sassy, charming, or occasionally talking shit about nobility. The only in-game sass I have is from when she was sassing Livianna, a blue dragonborn noble my friend played in a oneshot I dm-ed where their ship was transporting a statue and a cult came after it.

Laura: “Ahh a noble then? This will be fun. Nobles tie knots in private, yes?” Livianna:”I don’t like your tone” Vaska Sharkskin stifles a laugh. “Great tone.” Laura: “Well I don't have another voice, so we'll go with this one yeh? Sailor, how about you show her how to secure herself in case we do hit hard waters?”

🍍Where does your OC feel most comfortable? Floating in the ocean with her Papa and giant sea demon Mama curled around them, watching her Papa telling stories in his tavern while she’s tending bar, snuggling Pup, or in a hammock either under or on top of one of her girlfriends. She especially enjoys curling up with Hallifax because her scales are so nice to gently rub while she winds down.

🍉Does your OC have a particular piece of jewelry that they always wear or refuse to part with? We talked at one point about Laura braiding bracelets from locks of all of her girlfriends hair and a couple scales from Hallifax for them to wear. It’s a sort of charm to bring them back together no matter where they travel and to keep them safe on the open water. She’d never take that off. She also has a little shell anklet her Mama gathered the shells for and her Papa wove for her, but it’s more delicate so it tends to only come out for special events and stay in a little hard case in her bag otherwise. Pup, her halfling charge she is training to adjust to life on a ship, bought her a ribbon for her hair and she tends to either wear it braided in her hair or tied around her wrist. She’d be heartbroken if something happened to any of them.

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FULL MOON 10/9/2022

Normally Remus was incredibly nervous about his transformations, but he didn’t feel the same anxiety that he normally felt come this full moon. Still though, he insisted on proper precautions. Newt seemed confident that if Remus wasn’t worried, then things should pan out well for them, and that he could just fill a personalized space in his suitcase, but that didn’t feel like caution enough for Remus, so they settled on a trip to Greenland. Newt brought his suitcase along so that when Remus finally tucked in for the night, he could get some work done.

They arrived and prepared to wait for the sun to settle beneath the horizon and let the full moon take effect. “Are you still feeling alright?” Newt asked as he watched Remus bundle up in a very large blanket. It was cold but Newt and Remus had set up a magic barrier to shield them from some of the elements. They both sat and drank a cup of hot cocoa.

“I think so…it’s strange.” Remus shrugged slightly and took a sip. “Normally I’m very anxious, even with the wolfsbane I get worried though it’s not as bad as without…but now? I mean, I’m aching a lot more than I normally do, but I’m not afraid…think that’s the new magic?”

“Hmm,” Newt was quiet and thinking. “Not sure, could be. I don’t know anything about the magic you’ve acquired really, but it is the only thing that’s different so it’s quite likely. But also, Peter is much more proficient at making the wolfsbane than I have been, so that may also be a factor. We may never know for sure.”

The last sliver of sun was visible on the horizon, so Newt stood up, checked his pocket for his wand and readied himself for Remus to transform by taking quite a few steps back with his suitcase and ducking behind a tree. Remus watched until the sun was no longer visible in the sky then glanced up at the full moon that shown down on him. Newt held the suitcase in one hand, and his wand in the other and braced himself. He watched as Remus changed into his werewolf form in a blend of screams and howls, the agony was amplified from past experiences. He wondered if the new magic interfered with the potions ability to ease the transition as well as keep him sound of mind.

When the transformation was complete, he stayed hidden and observed for a moment. There was whimpering heard, so gently placing the suitcase down, Newt took a few cautious steps forward. The werewolf lifted it’s head when he heard the approach, groaned a bit, then plopped it’s head right back down, clearly exhausted. Newt watched him for an hour and the he slept, so Newt opened his suitcase and stepped inside to check on Timmy and then feed the rest of his creatures.

“Hello Timothee,” Newt smiled when he walked into the environment that was tailor made for him. The wolf strolled up to him and gave his hand a nudge, prompting Newt to scratch behind his ear. “You’ve come along way friend,” he smiled at the wolf. It was an anomaly for sure, but there was so little known about werewolves and their offspring to really gauge how unique the situation was, and despite many efforts, Newt simply could not find any information on the mother. He assumed she must be a wolf but there was no way for him to ever know for sure. Especially without having access to Tim’s adoptive parents for questioning.

Newt went about his business taking care of his other creatures. Normally on the full moon he’d spend a fair amount of time with Timmy, petting, feeding, and playing with the wolf, but this time he was limited to just a bit of petting and feeding, because he needed to split his time with the occasional check in with Remus. Toward the end of the night once he had completed his tasks, he sat outside and simply watched Remus sleep.

The howling of wolves roused the sleeping creature and he stood up and looked around, investigating. Newt stayed still and watched, the werewolf looked in his direction and froze, just staring and assessing the situation. No one moved and Newt tried to remain calm so as not to entice the werewolf to react unfavorably. So far it seemed to be working. It walked around the clearing sniffing and occasionally checking that Newt hadn’t moved. His movements were rigid and clearly pained, but it didn’t stop the werewolf from making sure the situation at hand wasn’t a threat.

Movement in the woods and then the growling started. Newt watched and tried to gauge what the sound had been. Sticks breaking, perhaps an animal in the distance. As the werewolf followed the noise, Newt stood, grabbed his suitcase, kept his wand at the ready and quietly followed. They moved through the trees that grew more dense the further they walked. However, the werewolf was clearly following a scent or sound and was thus on a mission, so he barely noticed as Newt fumbled over branches and through bushes to keep up.

They came to a clearing where a large body of water had begun to freeze over. In the distance was a small fire and Newt felt a swell of panic. Perhaps some Icelandic folk, like an Eskimo of sorts, was fishing in the icy waters at the far end of the lake. Even though the entire body of was not completely frozen, Newt was nervous because the werewolf didn’t seem to stop moving toward the fire, growling with every step. If he didn’t intervene it was quite possible that things would go very poorly. He watched as the werewolf stepped on ice that was clearly thinning, and he watched the cracks form along its surface. If the creature fell in…they’d have a problem. Newt set the suitcase down by a large rock near the clearing of trees and then stepped onto the thicker part of the ice.

“Remus,” he gave a shout. The werewolf froze, whether it was the name he was responding too or just the fact that there was a human in the midst, the creature slowly turned. “Come on Remus, come back this way…” but Newt’s ability with creatures was now hindering his ability to help Remus, for the werewolf deemed him not a threat, and he turned to continue toward the source of the fire. One step too far and the ice gave way and the werewolf fell into the water. It was shallow yet so after a howl of discomfort, it stood firmly on two feet and was only waist deep in the lake. However, they drew attention to themselves and suddenly the movement across the lake was frenzied. Some shouts were heard, the fire was doused, and small torches remained for a few minutes before that entire side of the lake went dark.

This was a delightfully positive moment for Newt because it made his job at rescuing Remus a little easier. The werewolf tried to step out of the water, back in the direction it came but each jump onto the ice caused it to break yet again. Newt decided to remedy the situation with magic, “Wingardium Leviosa,” he spoke, wand pointed at the creature and lifting him up out of the water and onto the land a distance away from where Newt stood.

However, this assistance was somehow mistaken as an attack and as soon as he put the werewolf down Newt became a target. The werewolf dashed over to Newt who decided to disapparate and then apparate some distance away. The werewolf howled, spun, and tried again, knocking the suitcase over. Newt watched nervously as it slid across the ice, so he disapparated and reappeared by the suitcase. The ice broke some beneath him and he lost his balance. His hand hit the ice, a shard jabbing his palm. He grabbed the suitcase with his good hand and slid himself across the ice back to land only to be tackled by the werewolf.

“Remus!” he shouted. He had dropped the suitcase and felt for his wand, realizing he had dropped it on the ice when he stumbled. His heart was in his throat as he lifted both hands up, blood dripping from one palm. “Remus…it’s me, take it easy friend…” The werewolf hovered over him, growling. Newt knew he was in trouble and hoped for some miracle that Remus would come to his senses. “Moony, it’s alright…” The werewolf sniffed the blood that was on Newt’s hand in curiosity.

Then in the next moment a howl and blur of movement as a wolf jumped upon the werewolf’s back. The jaws dug deep into his neck by his shoulder blades and held on tight. The werewolf lifted himself onto his haunches and howled. Newt’s heart sank when he realized it wasn’t just any wolf, but it was Timmy who had clearly jumped from the now open suitcase. He moved quick, shutting the suitcase and locking it in one quick action then sliding across the fractured ice to grab his wand. When he had it in his hand he looked over to see the werewolf throw Timmy from his back and hit the nearby rock hard, knocking the creature out. The werewolf locked onto the small wolf and Newt could tell that the werewolf was now in fight mode. Whatever trauma the arena had caused was once again unleashed and the movements toward the wolf marked deadly.

Newt disapparated quickly then reapparated by Timmy and held the scruff of his neck. The werewolf lunged in attack and bit right into Newt’s bicep just as he disapparated once more. Quick but not quite quick enough. He reappeared not far from them, turned his wand on the werewolf, “Petrificus Totalus” he shouted and the werewolf seized and fell to the ground. It was crying in pain and writhing to break free of the curse but somehow it held him. Newt then slipped into the suitcase with Timmy and hurried to his hospital room.

Checking vitals of the small wolf, Newt stroked the fur of the creature and spoke softly, “Timothee, why’d you do that, huh?” There was a pulse which made Newt feel better and only a small flesh wound on his head. He quickly disinfected the wound and then looked at the huge laceration on his own arm.

“Well, that’s not good…” he sighed. But just as he was going to grab what he needed to treat his wounds and hopefully avoid catching the lycanthropy, he heard noises from outside. The Eskimo’s must have made their way across the lake. Sighing in frustration he left the suitcase and appeared just as the people began to approach. Newt noticed the spell had worn off on the werewolf but he lay in a shivering heap on the icy snow bank. Grabbing the suitcase he hurried over to the werewolf and disapparated from that location, to Albus’s home.

It was the only place he knew he could go because he could feel his own adrenaline dropping, and if he stayed in Greenland surely they would both catch hypothermia and die. At this point he could only hope that Albus could help, but even if he couldn’t at least it would be warm and they wouldn’t be in danger of dying.

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gossip-girl-of-middleearth · 3 years

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Speak my Language (Fellowship x Hurt! Reader)

Synopsis: After being ambushed by orcs, you are left alone at your isolated camp to bleed out. However, your loyal friend, a “tyger” from Far Harad, has other plans in mind—tracking down another camp nearby, comprised of nine warriors, in search of aid for you.

Pairings: a bit of Legolas x Reader. I’m a simp for him, okay?

Warnings: blood, mentions of an attack, hurt/comfort

The attack came too fast and too swiftly. Orcs weren’t supposed to reside in this area of the forest, or so you thought. It was almost as if something were driving them to your location, like dolphins chasing down fish to the shores of oceans.

Whatever may be the case, and whoever the fish in this scenario were, you were the one left severely injured.

It started with a flickering of your tyger’s ear. Comrade, as you named him, was an exotic breed of big cat, from the furthermost southern jungles of Far Harad, where the likes of oliphaunts also roamed.

You had met the large orange, striped cat on a mission to spring all kinds of animals free on the southern shores of Middle-earth. The Haradrim were responsible for this illegal smuggling trade, though you knew someone far larger was behind it.

A mystery was unfolding in Middle-earth before your eyes. Orcs in odd locations, secret illicit activities in dark harbours, and a growing disbalance in the ecosystem.

Setting the stampeding oliphaunts loose, the wooden crates on the foggy harbour soon burst into chaos. Men ran everywhere, both trying to save themselves and their jobs.

As ropes and hooks were cast into the grey flesh of the loudly trumpeting beasts, you snuck out. However, on your escape route, a rabid, hissing animal caught your attention.

You had never seen a cat like him before, and knew instantly he was out of sorts amongst the scenery of Middle-earth. What on earth would he need stripes to blend in with? You figured he was more used to tall savannahs, if anything.

Tentatively, and knowing all could go wrong for yourself, you unlatched the lock containing your soon-to-be friend.

He leapt out and crouched lowly before you, arching his back and sizing up your neck. His teeth were large and yellow at the gums, as he flashed them viciously.

However, making the first move, you slowly showed him your empty hands, and kneeled down. A slight change in his attitude was present, as his hisses ceased and his ears unpinned themselves.

And when a Haradrim man came at you, well, all that was left were ribbons of flesh and a new partner for you.

Ever your noble protector, Comrade lifted his head from your lap, where you were running your hands through his now twitching ears.

“What is it, boy?” you cooed, tracing the black stripes on his head.

A low growl had begun to form at the back of his throat, and you stilled your hand. Though a level of trust had been formed between you both throughout the three years you walked alongside him, he was still a wild animal at the end of the day.

You took into account the twitching of his tail, and your heart stopped. You always feared Comrade might one day turn around and attack you like he did to those Haradrim. Small housecats were bad enough with mood-swings as it was.

Eyeing up his large paws, where claws the size of small shanks appeared, you grew clammy. However, a distant snapping of a branch beyond the dark trees both settled and rose your nerves.

Glancing up from Comrade, you followed his keen line of sight past your little campfire. You stared for what felt like minutes, until another branch snapping sounded the alarms.

Comrade immediately lifted himself from your lap, and stood tall. The power in his sudden movement scared you, and you found yourself jolting to your own feet.

All you had on you was a small dagger, for you liked to think of yourself as a “wise pacifist”.

You drew it in front of yourself, and scared breaths racked your chest. Comrade was pacing the dirt in front of you, eyes forever trained on the forest, tail swishing.

And then, the attack came.

A slaughter occurred between the trees and before the fire, and though you managed to assist with many kills, Comrade in the end was the clear victor.

However, one tyger against ten orcs was not entirely fair.

In the aftermath, you found yourself with your back rested against a tree—your hand clutching a dagger in your abdomen.

Orcs bodies lay strewn around, some missing heads, others with their intestines spilled on the upturned dirt. Most, however, had their jugulars torn out.

Comrade had just put to rest his last orc, and turned his panting, blood-soaked snout back to you at the sound of a small whimper. The previously feral glint in his eyes subsided, as he observed your mewling state.

Your hand clutched the pommel of the dagger, as you struggled to not look at it—favouring to keep your eyes screwed shut instead, and your chin lifted high.

He immediately thudded one paw in front of the other, as he came to stand beside you. He sniffed the dagger, and made a small sound reminiscent of chuffing to your face. He nudged his nose with your cheek, willing you to look at him.

When you did, you found amber eyes, brimming with concern, looking back at you.

“I wasn’t fast enough,” you tried with a small smile, but mewled again through the pain of speaking.

He chuffed once more, and tried to inspect the dagger. You gently pushed his head away, knowing there wasn’t much he could do.

Understanding the severity of your state, he lifted his neck and stood tall. Flickering his ears in all directions, Comrade scoped out the forest. He could hear the sounds of night for many miles—owls hooting, mice rustling, squirrels climbing and…men chatting lowly around a crackling fire.

They did not sound like orcs, and turning his nose to the air above, Comrade knew instantly they were not. Instead, the scent of men and elves lingered in the breeze, and something new he hadn’t encountered before.

Without glancing back at you, he took off running through the woods.

Watching him leave in confusion, you knitted your brows. However, the throbbing split in your stomach soon burned away again, and you were left crying alone through bared teeth.

On the other side of the forest, just a few miles away, the Fellowship’s camp resided. The loss of Gandalf still rippled through the colleagues and friends like an unsettled lake, and not much was found beyond quiet chatter.

The topic, primarily, was of Lothlorien—the beautiful kingdom they had just reluctantly left.

Sat on a log, and grimacing as he ate rabbit meat off of a bone—quite different from the prepared salads with small chunks of chicken he had grown up with—Legolas watched the fire.

His fingers were sticky, and his nose was scrunched, as he attempted to eat said meat.

Next, Gimli’s chuckles filled the air.

The laughter silenced everyone, for it was the first time anyone had laughed since Moria.

Lifting his eyes, Legolas found Gimli laughing at him. “What is it?”

“A bit out of your comfort zone, aren’t we?” Gimli chuckled back, motioning to the prince’s fingers.

Legolas’ lips fell into a sarcastic frown. “That’s because I was actually raised with the idea of comfort to begin with.”

Gimli dismissively waved his hand. “All I’m hearing is pretty excuses.”

Legolas placed a sticky hand over his chest, and batted his lashes. “You think I’m pretty?”

A smirk grew on Gimli’s lips, as he pointed at the faint outline of grease on Legolas’ Lothlorien tunic.

Losing his own smirk, Legolas looked down at the clothing and sneered upon realizing his mistake.

Laughter rippled through the camp, and a few added on their own taunts in an effort to keep the happy atmosphere alive, even if at the prince’s expense.

However, Legolas had since tuned out. His head was over his shoulder, his pointed ears twitching, as he eyed off the forest behind. Distantly, snapping twigs and thudding paws could be heard.

“Don’t you think, Legolas?” Boromir laughed, slowly reeling the elf’s concerned attention back in to him. “Legolas? I said, don’t you—”

“Shh!” Legolas cut him off, whipping his head over his shoulder again.

Aragorn was the first to cease his relaxed nature, as he knew the cautious elf well-enough.

“Someone’s a bit of a soft—” Gimli had gone to say, before Legolas shushed him again.

Snapping his eyes to his friends, Legolas hastily whispered, “Do you not hear that?”

“We don’t have your—”

“Hush, let him speak,” Aragorn interjected, earning the obedience of the camp. “What is it, Legolas?”

“Something large and ambitious approaches from behind,” Legolas answered, scanning his eyes over his shoulder again.

Just as the elf did, the Fellowship dragged their sights along the trees. Slowly, following Legolas’ words and now actions, the entire camp rose to their feet and clutched their weapons.

The hobbits all nervously eyed one another, as the four stronger warriors stood in front. They each all watched the trees, and their hearts pounded faster, for they, too, could now hear what Legolas was explaining.

Loud thumps reached their ears, as did beastly panting. Legolas drew an arrow, and aimed it in preparation.

And then, Comrade burst into the camp.

The hobbits screamed in shock—in fact, both Gimli and Boromir shouted, too.

The tyger paced before them all, chuffing loudly in communication. Legolas, understanding all living things, heard the tyger speak.

Please! I need your help! My friend, she’s hurt—wounded by orcs!

Legolas lowered his arrow, much to the horror of the others.

“What are you doing?” Boromir screeched. “Shoot it down! It’s rabid! Look at the blood coating its mouth!”

“It is orc blood,” Legolas slowly drew out, knitting his brows in the direction of the tyger. “And he says he needs our help?”

Aragorn glanced at Legolas wide-eyed, and they shared a look—one dripping in superior knowledge.

Legolas made a show of disarming himself of his bow, and spoke back to the tyger in a way only elves could.

Take us to her.

The tyger turned around instantly, and began running into the woods. Aragorn and Legolas followed.

“Wait,” Pippin exclaimed in confusion, as everyone left him behind. “Has he always been able to speak with animals?! Did everyone else know this but me?!”

“Hurry up, Pippin!”

Comrade had left you twenty minutes ago, and you felt an uncontrollable shiver run through your body. It was a shiver that, despite being close to the fire, was continuous.

Your teeth chattered, and your stomach coiled at the blood soaking you. It was all over the front of your tunic, and continuing to spread. You hadn’t removed the dagger as of yet—too afraid of both the consequences and the pain simultaneously.

You felt both dizzy and tired, and only wanted a nap. Just as you were beginning to close your eyes, frantic thudding in the distance could be heard.

Weakly, you turned your eyes to the trees Comrade had left through, and waited for either your friend or more orcs to appear.

However, what you were not expecting, was a blonde elf to burst through the dark with your tyger.

The tall elf skidded to a stop a few yards before you, and gasped sharply. His widened eyes raked over your paling, clammy body in alarm.

“Oh my goodness!” he cussed, before throwing his eyes over his shoulder. “Aragorn! Come quickly!”

Next, a man burst into view. Behind him, another man, dwarf and four hobbits followed. Though, for all you knew, they were children.

White dots filled your vision, and you soon felt very delirious, as if in a dream.

The elf rushed forwards, and fell to his knees beside you. He brushed your hair out of your face to observe your half-lidded eyes, where he then spoke.

“Y/n? Y/n, are you all right? Your friend, Comrade, told me of you. Can you hear me?”

All you could make out of his face were two brilliantly blue eyes. A white, angelic light encompassed him otherwise, and the blonde hair certainly didn’t help.

You garnered a sort of dazed smile, as you scanned his blinding face. “You’re an angel, aren’t you? Sent from above? Oh thank goodness—I thought I was going to go alone.”

Listening to your soft voice, the brunette man with greasy hair dropped beside the elf.

“Her strength fails and her light fades,” Aragorn commented. He scanned his eyes over your wound. “I shall use athelas to treat the bleeding, but…this may be beyond us.”

Legolas looked at Aragorn in horror, before looking down at you again. Two deaths on his hands in such a short amount of time? The immortal elf couldn’t—wouldn’t—process it.

“We are not yet too far from Lothlorien,” Legolas pointed out, studying your tired face. “We can turn around and leave her in the hands of Galadriel and her kin. They will heal her.”

“We haven’t time to double-back and risk the orcs,” Boromir pointed out.

Next, Legolas gestured at all the strewn bodies of the camp. “It appears our fault she dies in the first place. She felt safe enough to camp in these woods, and rightfully so, but we brought the orcs with us. We must help her. She’s our duty now.”

“Legolas is right,” Aragorn agreed, crushing athelas in his hands with water from his pouch. “The orcs are only in these woods because they track us. Legolas, you are the fastest here and know these trees second-best to me. You will take her back to Lothlorien and then take the journey three times faster to catch up with us.”

Legolas nodded his head in understanding, and felt your hand. It was cold, shivering and sweaty. He swallowed his nerves.

“You might want to hold her further,” Aragorn quietly pointed out to Legolas, gesturing to your hand.

The elf noticed the prepared athelas paste, and the ranger’s hand hovering over the intruding dagger’s pommel. Next, Aragorn spoke to you.

“Y/n, my name is Aragorn. I am going to help heal you, and then Legolas here will rush you back to Lothlorien. I am going to remove the dagger to decrease further injury. It will hurt for a moment. Do you understand?”

“Legolas?” you repeated in confusion, looking up at the aforementioned prince. “Oh, yes—him. He’s an angel.”

Aragorn smiled briefly, especially at the creeping blush on his friend’s pointed ears, until you looked back at him and took into account his dirty presentation. “You, on the other hand, are not an angel.”

Comrade, having been pacing the dirt on your free side, came to lay beside you, recognising what was about to happen next.

Aragorn politely curled his lips at your delirious insult, and quickly tore the dagger from your abdomen.

As if supporting a woman through birth, Legolas’ mewls were louder than your own, for the hand of yours he held clenched tightly.

Aragorn got to work quickly, and began applying the athelas to your now bleeding wound. You cried softly, as you felt the pain both grow and lessen.

Finding comfort through your dizzy haze in the thumbpad stroking your knuckles, you squeezed the same hand again, and were pleasantly surprised to find it squeezing back.

Gimli, Boromir and the hobbits watched on—nervously observing both the tyger lying beside you, and your hurt form.

“Lothlorien is a night’s run behind us. She needs a different tunic to reduce the risk of infection,” said Aragorn, using a makeshift cloth to wipe the blood away from you.

Legolas pressed his lips into a thin line, and nodded. He briefly let go of your hand, much to your vocal discomfort, and grabbed the bottom hems of his tunic. He lifted the green material over his head, and was left with nothing but a long-sleeved, white undershirt.

As Aragorn wrapped your chest with what he could find on him that’d temporarily work as a bind, Legolas patiently waited.

After your wound was tended to, Aragorn leant over to speak with you. “Your wound is dressed, Y/n. Legolas will now take care of you until Lothlorien. You are in good, capable hands. I promise.”

You mustered the strength to nod back, despite white dots still filling your vision.

Aragorn clasped Legolas’ shoulder and nodded, to which he nodded back. Then, the ranger turned and told the rest of the Fellowship to head back to camp.

Having ensured everyone was out of sight, Legolas looked down at you again.

“May I please change your tunic? I will close my eyes, but it has to be done—the blood will lead to infection if not dealt with.”

However, you stilled gazed up at him with a silly smile. Considering all he wore was now white, you believed your suspicions of him being an angel correct.

After a moment, his words finally drifted through your mind, like a lone leaf on a lazy river, and you nodded.

Legolas raised a hand to the hem of your tunic, and hooked his fingers underneath, but was halted by the sudden growling and standing of Comrade.

You dare touch her in such a state? I sought you out for help!

I am an elven prince, mellon. Trust me when I say; it is not even remotely possible in my genetic nature to do such a thing.

Well, trust me when I say; it is most definitely in my genetic nature to go for the jugular—always.

Understood, but you must let me help her. Have we not done so already? Let me complete assisting her, and then you shall follow me to Lothlorien.

The snarling lips of the tyger curled for a minute, as he stared across at the determined elf over your body—face to face.

Slowly, his growls died.

Fine. Just know, however, I am watching you every step of the way.

Well, that makes one of us.

As he promised, Legolas closed his eyes. He carefully, but swiftly lifted your blood-soaked tunic and tossed it aside.

Fumbling for a few minutes, as he did so blind, Legolas dressed you in his own green tunic. It was large on you, more like a short dress, but did the job of concealing your wounded form.

At some point, you had nearly drifted off to sleep, but a gentle cooing of Legolas brought you back.

“Hey, you must stay awake for now, all right? I am going to carry you to a lovely kingdom, and you will be taken care of. All I ask in return is that you keep me company with conversation the whole way. Can you please do that for me?”

Exhaling past your nose through your fatigue, you fluttered your hazy eyes open again.

Searching Legolas’ own, you nodded.

“Okay,” you promised.

“Good girl,” Legolas replied. He then gently scooped you into his arms like a bride, and checked in with Comrade.

Are you a fast runner?

Is that even a question?

To further his point, Comrade sprinted off into the trees, leaving Legolas jogging behind him. And, just as you promised, you spoke softly to him the whole way—mostly of his “angelic eyes”—and he delivered on his promise, of quite literally delivering you to Lothlórien.

Surprising Legolas most, however, was the new promise you made after healing by the aid of Galadriel’s hand, just a few days after your arrival.

Upon learning of what exactly was disturbing your ecosystem in Middle-earth, you told Legolas he would not be making the journey back to his friends alone, for he had gained two new ones.

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Underneath the Tree

Word Count: 1151

Genre: fluff

Request: no

Warnings: none

Summary: Natasha had never bought a tree, you weren't going to let her get away with skipping an important part of Christmas ever again.

A/n: I added in Yelena cause Christmas is making me emotional and if Yelena didn't have her big sister I'll cry (the crying may or may not be linked to my period but I guess we'll never know <3)

"I'm sorry. What?" You stared at Natasha in shock. "What do you mean you've never bought a Christmas tree?"

You paused the movie you and Natasha were watching, turning your full attention to the woman who's legs were tangled with your own. It was a particularly cold day and you were both snug under large blankets. You had managed to convince Natasha that one day off wouldn't hurt her and she never could say no to you.

Natasha gave you a small smile from over her candy cane hot chocolate, something she was enjoying far more than she had thought, "Well we obviously weren't allowed them when we were training to be assassins and Stark normally just has one delivered."

"Stark is a lazy ass. Come on." You moved her feet off of your lap and dragged her from the sofa. Once you were both bundled up in scarves and you with a wooly hat (Natasha refused to wear one because 'she's Russian and that's an insult'), you were off.

"Why can't we take the car?" Natasha complained, her fluffy socks getting damp from the wet slush that covered the street.

"Because that's not the point."

"Y/n, I am not carrying a tree back to the compound."

"But just imagine how gorgeous you would look. My big strong protector." You pouted at her, your voice held a slightly mocking tone and your eyes glinted.

"I knew you only kept me around for eye candy."

"Of course my love, what else are you here for?" You grinned at her and kissed her on the nose.

"Mind blowing sex?"

"Yes. That too." you sighed and linked your arm with hers, snuggling in to get all the body warmth you could.

"So not only am I eye candy, I'm your personal heater too?"

You chose not to answer, instead pointing out the pretty Christmas lights that hung from the trees dotted along the path.

After walking a little longer, you arrived at the Christmas tree shop that looked like the one you used to go to when you were younger.

"Okay, we're here!"

You dropped Natasha's arm and began to walk towards the trees when she grabbed your hand, a slightly panicked look worked her way to her face. "Wait!"

You stopped and turned to face Natasha. "What's wrong?"

"What am I supposed to be looking for?"

Your expression softened and your heart fell even more in love with Natasha than you thought was possible.

"Something big but not too big because otherwise they tend to thin out. You have to look at the tree and imagine the decorations and where they would go, what they would look like."

"I'm going to find the best Christmas tree ever." Natasha looked at you, determination written all over her face

"Not if I find it first." You both looked at each other, the competitive spirit burning as you both suddenly sprinted in opposite directions.

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You were sure you were lost. It had been hours since you started looking for the perfect tree and you still hadn't managed to find it. It needed to be the perfect blend of bushy, tall and the right shape. At this rate, you were sure you were going to lose. Every tree you thought had potential turned out to have something wrong. The first looked okay until you pulled it out of the pile and saw that the other side was completely flattened, another seemed tall enough but turned out to be missing too many branches and the tree that seemed absolutely perfect, you had been attacked by a pair of angry pigeons who had made their nest there. You were tired, cold and scratched up. All you could hope was that Natasha had been squished by a tree and was currently a corpse. You rounded what felt like the same corner for the nth time when you bumped into your very excited girlfriend.

"Y/n! This one is perfect!" Natasha beamed at you as she stood next to the prettiest looking tree you had seen. You looked from the tree to her, watching as her eyes lit up and her mouth was spread wide in an uncontrollable grin.

"I love it!" You kissed her softly, careful to keep it pg when there were kids around.

"So where's your contender?"

"Ugh. Let's not talk about that thank you. You've won, now what do you want you prize to be?" You wiggled your eyebrows at her, making her laugh and hit you in the stomach with her free hand.

"Stop that." She smiled as the tree guy wrapped the tree up in plastic netting. I want to get the car back. Or maybe see you carry the tree home." It was Natasha's turn to wiggle her eyebrows at you and you smirked.

"There is no way I am carrying that back. I got Jarvis to send a car. Help me shove it in?"

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You gave up after about 5 minutes of trying to shove the tree into the car, opting to sit by the side and laugh as Natasha wrestled to get the tree to fit, occasionally making an inappropriate joke. The jokes stopped when Natasha took off her jacket, revealing her toned arms. You took an intake of breath so sharply that you choked a little on your spit. Natasha smirked at you as she grabbed the tree again, readjusting her hold.

"Heyyy" You whined. "That's not fair." You pouted at her "You know I like your arms." You huffed under your breath, refusing to take your eyes off her when her muscles moved that deliciously. You remembered all the lovely things she could do with those arms, with those hands too. Your thoughts turned to what it would be like if you were the tree, having Natasha's hands sliding over you as-"

"Stop daydreaming and get in the car. The tree is in."

You snapped out of your thoughts before they could get any further, heat rising on your face as you got in the passenger side of the car.

"What had you so distracted moya lyubov?"

"arms."

"Sorry what was that?"

"Huh? What?"

"Detka."

"I may or may not have been focusing on your arms."

Natasha laughed. "Well they're going to be skinny if you keep convincing me to skip training."

"Aww Natty, didn't you have fun picking the tree and drinking Christmas hot chocolate with me?" You leaned over the top of where the Christmas tree was blocking you from Natasha and fluttered your eyelashes.

"Of course I did." Natasha gave you a quick peck on the lips before stopping at a red light. "Seriously thought Y/n, thank you. I never really saw a point of celebrating the holidays but picking out the tree was fun."

"Just wait till we get home, Yelena and the others are going to go ape-shit when we get to decorate it!"

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idontblushsrry · 3 years

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Sesshomaru|| SFW Alphabet

A/N: Heheh he seggsy ft. a gender neutral reader

Word Count: 2140

A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sesshomaru shows affection by cutting off the heads of those that would dare threaten you and overall ensuring your safety. He also lets you lay on him, whether in human form or demon form, the fact that he lets you lay on him, let alone be near him when he’s so vulnerable speaks volumes of your bond.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Sesshomaru doesn’t really do best friends, if he’s interested in you, he’ll make it known when he feels is most appropriate but otherwise you’re likely in his mind at least a subordinate or acquaintance at most.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As stated before, Sesshomaru is a secret cuddler, even more surprising is the fact that he’s good at it. Sesshomaru’s cuddles are warm and fluffy and his arm wrapped tight around your waist makes you feel safe and secure. When he’s cuddling you, he’ll also bury his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder, to him this is where your scent is strongest and he loves to be reminded of it as the rest of your scent slowly blends into his.

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Settling down for Sesshomaru is kind of a weird term, it takes a lot of explaining and even then he’s still confused. When you ask him about it though, he informs you that you’re more than welcome to stay at his castle, but part of his duty is patrolling his land. He can’t settle down but he swears to you that you’ll never want for anything so long as you allow him to stand by your side.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

To be honest, Sesshomaru would probably just drop you off at the nearest human settlement/demon settlement (if it’s a really bad breakup he’ll just leave you to fend for yourself). If Rin is particularly attached to you, he may feel bad internally but in his mind, she’ll have to understand that the two of you just weren’t meant to last.

F: Fiance(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Sesshomaru is kind of already engaged to you once you accept his courting offer. While he won’t be pushy about it, he does want to marry you as soon as possible. The moment you agree to marry him is the happiest day of his long life, and the whole affair is a week long festivity followed by a month long honeymoon.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Sesshomaru is by no means gentle. Maybe if pushed to the brink of desperation to where your life was in danger, he’d crack just a little bit, the aftermath of which he’d make some excuse to always be holding or carrying you. Overall though, he’s not really gentle but he doesn’t need to be, he more than makes up for it because he treats you like you’re a gift from the heavens and a grace to all living things.

H: Hugs( Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He doesn’t initiate hugs, ever. He lets Rin hug him and you but that’s about it. If anyone else tried to hug him, he’d cut their arms off and if anyone aside from Jaken or Ah-Un saw him receiving a hug they’d better start running.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word)

Like with settling down, it takes some convincing and a lot of explanation on your part for him to understand how three words convey to you the depth of his devotion. The way he says ‘i love you’ isn’t through words (although he eventually does say so to make you happy) it’s through the way his gaze melts just a little bit when he sees you, it’s in the smile he gives no one but you, it’s in the way he’s willing to give up everything, just for you.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

When Sesshomaru gets jealous, it’s actually kind of serious. He doesn’t get jealous as he has no need to but seeing how Mukotsu stole you away from him and hearing how one of the thunder brothers tried to marry you made his blood boil with rage. If he hadn’t already disposed of Mukotsu he’d have made him die a slow death by Sesshomaru’s poison. Also, the fact that Inuyasha killed the thunder brothers is one of the few things he doesn’t begrudge his brother for.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sesshomaru’s kisses are rough and demanding, even when he’s trying to be soft with you. Something in his nature that wants to assert dominance even in the tamest expressions of love. It’s not like you mind though, his kisses always leave you breathless and wanting more.

L: Little ones (How are they around children)

As evidenced by Rin (and kind of Kohaku), Sesshomaru is really good with kids. He’s just firm and uncaring enough to keep kids in line while still letting them play and explore. And deep, deep, deep down, he enjoys kids because of the almost naive outlook they have on the world, but he’d never admit that.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Sesshomaru are really nice and pleasant...until you have to pee. At which point it becomes an almost wrestling contest against a clingy cuddly demon who still wants to be pressed against his mate until time forces you both to wake up. It doesn’t help either that you’re likely sore from the night before.

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

The SFW version of a night with Sesshomaru usually consists of you telling Rin (and a bitter Jaken) stories around the fire. Rin will probably help you put your hair up before you go to sleep and when the little ball of energy finally collapses, you tuck her in and kiss her forehead. Sesshomaru in the meanwhile, would watch all of this from a distance, his superior senses negating any need to be close anyways; plus he prefers to watch over all of you from afar before sneaking under the covers next to you while you’re asleep.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Sesshomaru doesn’t necessarily mean to shut you out he just reveals information on a need to know basis. In addition to that, most of his thoughts are carefully revealed through small subconscious reactions or expressions that take you a while to even pick up on, much less interpret. Eventually though, he does become open with you, you become the only person in the world that he trusts with the full breadth of his secrets and vulnerability.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s a 50/50 split. He can be patient when he wants to, but sometimes people are moving too slow for his liking and he starts to feel his hand twitch with the urge to use his claws. To get him angry to the point of it being visible on his face or even to the point that he shifts into his demon form is something few (namely Inuyasha and Kagome) are capable of. With you though, he does get a little impatient, especially at the beginning when you didn’t understand his grunting, but never fully enraged to the point of transforming.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Sesshomaru remembers things about you like your scent, what makes you happy, what makes you mad, etc., all very basic information for him. He doesn’t really bother to remember things like anniversaries or birthdays just for the simple fact that his concept of time is completely different to yours. He doesn’t see the point in celebrating anniversaries (he manages by noticing the changes in your scent when yalls anniversary is approaching) and he finds it amusing that you celebrate his birthday, he hates celebrating yours though because it just reminds him that you’re human and each year is closer and closer to an eternity he’ll have to inevitably spend without you.

R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Sesshomaru’s favorite moment in your relationship was when Rin accidently likened you to a parental figure one day. You managed to keep it together, but the moment she got distracted you turned to him and just sobbed into the fluff of his tail. The memory still makes him laugh but you swore him to secrecy, and he fears ever so slightly what you’d do if he broke that vow.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

Sesshomaru does all the physical protection in your relationship. He can sense danger better even when far away and has skills and senses that you really can’t compare to. Although, Sesshomaru never sees you as inferior to him, as long as you rub his head and shoo away Kagome whenever she tries to be too sisterly with him, he’s all good.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

As mentioned earlier, Sesshomaru, while he doesn’t care for anniversaries, definitely makes a big event out of showing his love to you. Although the two of you aren’t dating, you’re courting (or married), he still manages to make you feel like the most beautiful person on Earth when he takes you out. If your date isn’t a private personal affair, he’s making a big show of it. Everyone in the land will know that you are his and that you are incredible in every way (basically multiple feasts/parties held in your honor).

U: Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs? (I’m gonna add arguments here because they aren’t on the prompt list I found))

A bad habit of Sesshomaru’s is his impatience. He can be patient, but it’s mostly a façade, one in place to maintain his cool, unbothered persona. Truth is, many things bother him and he tends to just bottle it up and let it build until it boils over. Now, he may snap at you, but it’s most likely that he’ll walk away to go hack at a tree and not speak to you for a while. This leads to his second bad habit, his aloofness. While Sesshomaru is always aloof, it’s not usually a bad thing. But if he gets into one of his moods and you push and push and push, it will cause an argument.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Sesshomaru isn’t concerned with his looks, he always looks flawless.

W: Worry (changed bcus I don’t like how the original frames relationships)

Sesshomaru does worry about you a lot. He tries not to say anything or let it bother him but it seems like every second he’s reminded of your human fragility. One day for trip over a tree root, the next you poke your finger sewing Rin’s clothes, and just one after another until your damned birthday comes around again and he’s reminded of the fact that you’ll get old much faster than he will. Needless to say, he worries about you a lot.

X: (E)xes (Any previous relationship experience. How does that factor into your current relationship?)

He has some previous relationship experience, mostly from matches his mom set up or random hookups. You’re most likely his first and only serious relationship.

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner)

He thinks people who seek to gain power/get ahead through frivolous means to be some of the most distasteful scum of the Earth. Aside from that he doesn’t really dislike anyone, aside from humans, or half-demons, or other demons, or anyone weaker than him, or... we could be here all day, but he pretty much only likes you, Ah-Un, Rin, Kohaku, and sometimes Jaken

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Sesshomaru has never really had to sleep in a bed proper before you so he can just kinda fall asleep anywhere and be perfectly fine. His other skills include sleeping while standing and sleeping with his eyes open.

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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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His Queen - The Darkling x Reader

bitch, I think I outdid myself on this one. I'm shocked I wrote this

He hated the Tsar. He hated himself, but he didn't hate you. How could he of let this happen, he's never been a slave to his emotions. You were married, no, scratch that, you were the Queen for Saint's Sake. The Tsar had made it common knowledge that you didn't belong anywhere but the Grand Palace, in a glittering gown and a jeweled crown upon your always perfect hair sitting in front of a fire sipping on your tea. He wanted you nowhere near the action or actual Palace life. You were merely an accessory to him.

The young and innocent girl raised in nobility, who caught the old bastard's eye by fluttering your eyelashes at him, longing for his person.

Bullshit.

Aleksander could see your repulsion whenever you were in your husband's presence. The longing eyes as you looked at the doors, the shiver that rattled your spine as his sweaty hand gripped yours, or the increasing sadness in your eyes as the months went on. The jewels around your neck glistened, but your eyes didn't. Not anymore.

He had done some digging in the months following the wedding, and rest assured you didn't belong anywhere near the palace. You were scrappy, ready for a fight at all times. There were numerous accounts of you running around villages, fighting your way through pubs and inns. Your parents, the Duke and Duchess, were downright ashamed of you before your big day. You were itching to drop everything and join the First Army the second you had the chance. You were skilled in ways no noble was; you had street smarts.

Then the late Queen died and you were presented on a silver platter to the King, donning all the family jewels that never sit quite right. The King couldn't help himself, the public blamed the grief for his hasty marriage, 'he needed a companion.' But in reality, he saw what he could have and grasped you up the second he had the chance. And now you were stuck here, in a cage with no way out.

Aleksander didn't take a liking to you at the start. All he saw was what the King wanted him to see and for that, he feels tremendous guilt. He thought you to be proper and uptight and spoiled, so when you approached him the first time, franticly asking for advice about a simple state matter that was dropped into your lap by the General himself, he couldn't help but snigger at you and convey news of the stupid Queen to his fellow Grisha.

He didn't know the King treated you like a child or that all of this was new to you. I should've seen it he cursed himself, for the weeks to follow you were the talk of both the Palaces and news spread to camps on the front.

The stupid, young, ditsy girl who couldn't put together a luncheon for Ravka's war heroes was the Queen. Ridiculous.

He believed it too until he had seen you out one night when he couldn't sleep. You were deep in the forest, tending to your black stallion and in what looked like peasant clothing. You had mud on your boots and your hair was messily braided. There was a tatted punching bad tied up on a tree and another person sitting against a log, breathing heavily and clutching his side. Aleksander never made himself known, just blended into the darkness as he did best but continued to watch you eagerly. Only then did he faintly make out your bruised knuckles and the tears in your breeches.

'Again?'

'Saints Y/N no, I've got a way to go and the way you just bruised my ribs, I've a painful journey ahead of me' mused the sitting man.

That night, Aleksander sent out his best Grisha to collect information and asked Genya to tend to you, but you denied yet again (only after asking her to fix up your hands).

Ever since then, Aleksander has been observing you and getting to know you when he could, telling his Grisha it was to gather information since Genya was no longer garnering the Queen's secrets, but he felt drawn to you for whatever reason. You were the best part of his day; whether it was a simple smile sent his way or you rambling about the ways you avoid being followed around the palace, he listened intently and set the shared memories into his brain.

The General was a mystery to you. With his extremely handsome face and confident stances, he mesmerized you to the point of a blank mind. Whenever your eyes met his, it could be in a room of 60 people, rest assured you were right by his side in an instant. You had sought out his presence wherever you went and clung to it while you could.

But the King had made his opinion of the Darkling obvious, and his hatred ran deep. 'He likes to think he rides a horse above everyone else.' 'He's most unnatural.' You didn't care though. As long as he kept himself away from you and just used his words and not actions, you were fine.

You had gathered a particular kindness for late evening walks before bed, silently slipping onto the grounds of his palace, awaiting his companionship. It might have only been 40 minutes out of your day, but it was always better than not seeing him.

Ivan had pointed out that you had an air of hostility around you every time you were in a room with your husband and your heart tended to beat dangerously fast as if you were panicking. So Aleksander attempted to pull you away from him and distract you from the horrid man, and it seemed to work. He grew to like you and would miss your witty humor when he went back to the Little Palace.

Months had passed and he never grew sick of your presence, ironically he craved more of it. He tried to tell himself that you were just a part of his plan, nothing more, but things got even more complicated. He had accidentally mentioned seeing you that night in the forest, and instead of being hostile about it, you told him you enjoyed a fight or two and invited him to join you. That night, after multiple rounds of sparring and hard hits, he kissed you fervently. And again and again, until you both got past the point of going back.

You acknowledged the risk only after it happened and started to panic. You had an affair with the General of the Second Army. He seemed to be in the same state as you. But before you went your separate ways, he held you in his arms and promised it would all be ok. You believed him.

He got back to his chambers that night and his demeanor changed behind the closed doors. He was so mad. He always swore to take what the King loved most and destroy it before his very eyes, but this was a sick joke the Saints played on him. He needed to protect you, get you out of the Tsar's grip, and hide you away from any harm. There was nothing he wouldn't do to keep you out of danger's way and he knew it. Why did he let this happen? He knew that whatever your ending may be, you would get hurt, maybe not physically, but definitely emotionally.

You had told him of all the things the King did to you, how he treated you and paraded you around. You begged Aleksander to do something about it, to help you get out of that life and back to your old one, but there was nothing he could do and it broke his heart.

'I wish I could do something Y/N, I truly do, but I am not as powerful as you may think I am. The King is still the King' he had told you, guilt building in him.

He was sitting at his desk in his chambers now, looking out the window feeling fidgety. You were late for your evening walk, like really late. Sure it happened before, but Aleksander had a weird gut feeling that something happened. Maybe the King found out? or maybe you finally realized the magnitude of the situation and came to your senses?

He knew if the King whiffed out a sliver of what was going on with his wife and Aleksander, he would rain hellfire. He was a powerful man, the most powerful man in all of Ravka and there was nothing more dangerous than an embarrassed man's actions.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise he hadn't heard in a very long time, followed by the very loud thuds of falling books. The tunnel?

'ALEKSANDER?' your panicked voice reached him and triggered something primal in him. fight or flight. He and his shadows shot up and ran to you but stopped dead in his tracks, the black matter disappearing in on itself. You stood at the entrance to the tunnel, visibly shaking with anger, but that's wasn't the cause of his shock.

'Saints Y/N' He whispered, realization flooding over him like a nasty wave of ice-cold water. Your once ivory white nightgown was drenched in crimson but you were uninjured, it wasn't yours. The huge green Lanstov emerald sitting atop your left hand was smeared in red too, giving it a brown tinge.

'I need to get out of here right now.' You sounded solid and stern, the panic was long gone. The scrappy fighter was back.

Aleksander had always known what to say. But now, he didn't have a single word come to his mind and his body refused to move, he was rendered speechless and useless. This is a nightmare, surely, he prayed.

'Y/N I-I, What happ-'

'Aleksander, unless you want to see my head on a pike by dawn, I suggest you help me' You said as you moved across the room, after closing the tunnel door firmly shut. How does she even know about these tunnels?

'I once heard a drunkard speak of tunnels beneath the palaces, I tried my luck' You said answering his question without even being asked,

Your hands moved quick, shedding yourself of the nightgown and holding it in your hands as you moved to grab his black robe off a chair. Aleksander still stood there, his head whirling with so many thoughts, it debilitated him. He needed her to say it.

'Y/N did you do what I think you did'

'You know I did'

At that moment the doors burst open to reveal Ivan with an alarmed look on his face and his hands raised, ready to jump into action, most likely alerted by the falling books. But he faltered when he saw you, The Queen, covered in blood and holding a bloody nightgown in the most secure room of the Little Palace.

'Great another witness' You huffed and dumped the gown into the fireplace.

'Moi soverenyi, what is the meaning of this?'

'Ivan I wish I could tell you.'

'I killed the King. I have approximately 3 hours before somebody notices him laying in his own blood with his neck slit open' You sighed and sat down, head in your hands. This was the first moment you'd had to process it all, and it was overwhelming, to say the least.

A silence enveloped the room as the fire roared back to life, already having burnt the evidence to a crisp. Aleksander finally came to his senses, moved and grabbed a bowl of water and a cloth.

'Did anybody see you leave?' He asked as he handed you the items to wash your hands of the sticky blood.

'No. I made sure of it. I traveled through the tunnels.'

'And the King? There is no weapon near him?' Ivan interrupted.

Slowly you bent down and pulled a small dagger out of your shoe. Small but sharp.

'Give that to me' Aleksander took it out of your hands and walked out of the room while you continued to scrub the crimson off your hands.

You momentarily looked at Ivan, he didn't look mad or upset. He looked like a soldier.

'Are you not mad your King is dead?' You mused.

'He was not my King'

'That makes two of us' You were done cleaning your hands and moved to clean the ring. Should I burn this too?

'Leave it on. If things go sideways, you can buy your freedom' Aleksander returned. 'Ivan go get 2 horses and pack essentials. Get Genya too. I trust you to keep quiet.'

'Yes Moi soverenyi, Moya tsaritsa' He bowed his head quickly and waltzed out the room.

'Aleksander I'm scared now.....what have I done' You whispered. He took hold of your hand and pulled you into him. He held you tight, not wanting to let go.

'It's going to be ok. I promise. There's a small cottage down south I want you to go to. Ivan will take you. You will be safe. I will right this. I will protect you as I should've done earlier.' He kissed you deeply, letting all of the emotions flow through without the need for words.

'And what then?' You whispered against his lips.

'You be you. Perhaps go to Ketterdam. I feel you belong there... or come back to me when the time is right' He kissed you again, it was sweet and sad. A goodbye kiss. 'I love you, and even though you don't like it, you are my Queen. Forever'

'I love you too' Your hands fisted at his beautiful black kefta as tears dripped off your face.

****

That night you fled, your hair and appearance completely changed. The peasant clothes you felt comfortable in were on your back while the heartrenderer galloped beside you. Os Alta was still asleep as you sped down south, praying to the Saints that leaving Aleksander to deal with your mess was the right decision. That he would be ok too.

Ravka was shaken by the news of their dead King and the missing Queen. Some say she was dead, kidnapped by Fjerdans, and slaughtered mercilessly, others said Kerch merchants had her thrown in the Fold as she refused to give up information.

Either way, Aleksander had made sure you weren't regarded as a murderer and kept his promise to give you a chance to return to the Little Palace, to him.

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