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zablife · 2 years

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Jake's Reaction to You Fainting at the Beach

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x pilot gf reader

Summary: You pass out from dehydration while playing football on the beach, but the dagger squad gets suspicious when Jake is a little too attentive.

Author's Note: Requested by a lovely anon.

All of dagger squad was on the beach assembled by Mav for a team building excercise. You were glad to spend the day outside, enjoying the break from work and exercise with your colleagues. You’d been a good athlete all your life and although you’d never heard of dogfight football, you picked it up quickly. Jake was beaming at you with pride, which you hoped none of the others had noticed. So far you’d managed to hide your new relationship and you hoped to keep it that way a bit longer.

As the sun rose higher in the sky and the breeze stopped, you found yourself becoming overheated. Mav called a break for everyone and you jogged toward the large yellow cooler he’d brought. Jake popped it open, grabbing a bottle of water and tossing it to you before closing the lid.

Coyote raised his arms in question to his best friend. “Hey, man, what about me?” he asked incredulously.

“Ladies, first,” Hangman explained with a sly smile and you laughed as you took your water over to chat with Phoenix.

Soon you were all back to the game, running back and forth along the wet sand in the sweltering heat. Your legs weren’t moving as quickly or feeling quite as light as they had before. You wondered if the sand had gotten softer or if it was just your imagination. No one else seemed to be having trouble. You noticed Jake watching you and you swore he had a look of concern as you stopped to wipe sweat from your brow, but you shot him a thumbs up and he winked back.

You took a deep breath and focused on your next pass down the beach trying to see where you should position yourself to receive the ball from Fanboy. You turned trying to make him out in the sunshine, but saw the figures in front of you turn to wavy lines. You squinted to make out the football, but your vision turned to bright white as the sand rushed up to meet your cheek.

The next thing you remembered was Payback standing over you, waving his hand in front of your face as you blinked.

“Hey, give my girl some room!” Jake practically growled at him. He shoved his way between Payback and Phoenix to kneel next to you. Looking into your eyes he asked, “Y/n, what happened?”

“Got dizzy, I guess,” you said quietly as you squinted against the bright sunlight.

He used his hand to shade you asking “Feel ok to sit up?” You gave him a small smile and nodded slowly. “Ok, go slow now, darlin,” he said placing an arm behind your back for support. “Does that feel alright?”

“Yeah, I’m ok now,” you said, placing a hand on his cheek to reassure him. After a few moments of rest, he hoisted you up to a standing position letting you lean into his side for support as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Only then did you realize you had an audience. Your fellow aviators were watching with amused smirks and it was obvious they knew there was something more between you and Jake.

“Your girl, huh, Hangman?” Coyote teased. Jake looked at you to see if he was in trouble and you just laughed.

“Yeah, I am. Anybody got a problem with that?” you asked playfully.

You heard a chorus of “no's” and “uh uh's” as everyone around you shook their heads. They were all smiling though and you could tell they were happy for you both. It felt like a relief for everyone to know the truth and in the end, you were glad you hadn’t had to find a way to tell them. It was the only good thing to come from fainting on the beach, except maybe the way Jake pampered you the rest of the day.

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****If you liked this blurb, please comment and reblog!! Also, feel free to send me an ask and request another! I'm always willing to write more for Hangman or Rooster.****

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Protective Glorfindel Would Include...

Request: Protective!Lords of Gondolin headcanons? :) - Anon

❀ Call every guard and Lord to hold him back because he’s breaking free of their restraints with ease and lunging at that person. If this was Glorfindel before death, then he would be a lot easier to restrain, but if it’s Glorfindel reborn, then pray that his soldiers are super strong.

❀ Being the level-headed and diplomatic person that he is, it takes a lot to rile him up, but at the same time Glorfindel has seen the true horrors of this world. Anything that frightens you, expect him to be on the alert and his hand on his sword.

❀ He is the type to dissipate the situation before it gets out of hand and if it does, he doesn’t have a problem dishing out some physical causalities since he was attempting to pacify the brawl.

❀ You are either out of the room or far away from the fight. Glorfindel doesn’t waste time to end the fight, thus, within a few moves the person is out cold and being dragged off. The perpetrator is lucky if Glorf gets restrained.

❀ If you never heard him growl at someone, then now you have. His physique naturally grows when it’s time to defend you and he becomes an entirely different person. Oh, and he threatens with ease.

❀ He does have his moments due to his war flashbacks, any similar sounds of pain or fear that resounds from you, especially if he can’t see you, sends his brain into a frantic state and he begins to think about you being injured.

❀ It takes a lot to convince him that you just stubbed your toe and dropped the glass and not someone harming you.

❀ Not all the time he rushes into saviour mode, sometimes he’ll scold you for being clumsy and making him worry about your safety. Calls you a walking hazard and wants to wrap you in your blankets so you never have to injure yourself.

❀ He also tells you that you’d be the reason for his heart attack one day while cuddling and reassuring himself that you were alright.

❀ If ever a situation does become severe and he can’t get you out of the room, you are either with his guards, his friends or behind his overly larger frame.

❀ Despite the entire situation being dealt with, for the rest of the day, Glorfindel remains tense and hyperaware of his surroundings. This leads to you spending the rest of the day giving him kisses and cuddles to reassure him that all is well.

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wordsbymae · 1 year

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What would farmer if he met his pumpkin as someone who wanted to work for him. Pumpkin moves into the area interested in farming and sees that their neighbor already has farm. Then asks if they can work there. What does he do? Kidnap? Manipulate? Let them work for him, but then kidnap? I bet he would be so pervey. Hehe.

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As someone who has worked in the agricultural sector, I'm gonna put my little spin on it, I see the darling being someone who has to work with him. They're agricultural students, or vet students, someone who has to stay and work with him for 2 weeks. They had another place lined up but it was cancelled so they had to quickly find another place before the deadline.

Darling's brother's girlfriend's dad's brother worked for the Farmer and said he could sort it out for you. At the time it was a lifesaver, but reader didn't get to do their normal check to make sure it was somewhere they wanted to stay.

So they rock up to this farm, with this grumpy farmer who works them harder than they've ever worked before. After the first day they are seconds away from crying and leaving. But the farmer the next day is so weirdly different (nothing to do with the farmer watching them shower).

He starts giving them nicknames (pumpkin of fucking course) and real pervy ones like sweetcheeks. Doesn't matter what gender the reader is, he'll still use these sickly sweet nicknames, darlin, sweetpea, pretty/handsome. The reader clearly is uncomfortable, especially when he practically orders them to eat with him, and he's asking them questions about if they have a boyfriend or if they've got boys chasing after them.

He'll stop giving them farm hand work and start making them do domestic stuff too. Laundry, dishes, the floors, baking, cooking, suddenly it's two weeks down and they haven't had their boots on since last Wednesday. When it's time for the reader to leave he gets manipulative, the cause is they suddenly go missing he's the first suspect.

He manipulates the reader into staying another two weeks. He hasn't even shown them the pig shed yet so why not get your pig placement finished already.

Then another two weeks, for his dairy cows.

Then another week for his chickens.

Suddenly reader just doesn't leave and is a housewife through and through

(and if you're into breeding it's cause he baby trapped)

#farmer oc #yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere x gn!reader #housewife kink #housewife mentioned but not gender wise

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mysticaldeanvoidhorse · 6 months

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Forged in Love

Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader

Page break credits @firefly-graphics

Master list

Part 8

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The time had arrived to meet Hephaestus and you were nervous yet excited on what to expect. You hoped the same spark from your first meeting would be there, as your conversation came so naturally. However, at the party there was no pressure, here there was. You tried to put that part out of your mind, trying to focus on the fact that this was just another chance to get to know him better. You arrived at the base of his home, which rested on top of a hill. The staircase was elaborate, mechanical railings and stairs leading up the steep hill. However, the stairs never felt like climbing, due to the nature of the forgery. You couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful craftsmanship. You were looking forward to seeing more of his work.

Once at the top, there was a gate just as elaborate as the stairs. To the side, what mimicked a security guard booth, the window opened. Inside was a cyclops. You knew they worked in a volcano, but you had never seen one up close. They were kept away from the other gods for many reasons, mainly for aesthetic and seeming lesser than.

“Hello” You said sweetly. Your charm is always present.

“What is your business?” It responded in a nail-on-chalkboard voice. You didn’t show you cringed.

“I am here to see Hephaestus.” You responded with a smile.

“No one visits him.” It growled. For a moment you wondered if you had the right time.

“My name is Aphrodite, I believe he is expecting me.” Your charm must have an effect as the creature appeared to soften, if that was possible.

“Highly unusual.” You thought you heard him say.

“I am happy to wait, if you want to make sure.” You tried to charm speak to see if he would open the gate. He closed the window and after a few moments he opened the gate, appearing on the other side.

“Thank you, what is your name?” You asked, walking through the gate. You weren’t sure they had names but they made you curious as you had never met one before.

“Arges. Follow me.” You didn’t know if he was always this gruff, or if he was softening to you. You pretended he liked you. You followed him up a ways, entering big ornate metal doors. Inside wasn’t very elaborate, but still impressive. Clearly Hephaestus didn’t spend too much time in this part of the house as there was hardly anything worth mentioning. Immediately what came to mind was how to make it beautiful, but you focused on the walk, and tried to put it from your mind. Occupational hazard.

“Master is in the forgery.” Arges said, leading you down what seemed like another endless staircase. It had the feel of a dark, dank tower. It got immediately warmer, and you were soon hot. You tried to ignore it, recalling the forgery was in the heart of a volcano. Eventually you reached the bottom, and another door.

“Wait here.” He said, going through the door. A few moments later Arges reappeared. “Follow me.” Not one for conversation you noted. But somehow he didn’t repel you like the gods said, in fact you found it endearing.

You walked through a few different craft rooms until you got to what felt like the hottest part. There was what seemed like a huge oven, and you saw the back of the shirtless god. Your breath hitched but you caught yourself. Even though his back was scarred, and you could see his chiseled physique, you could tell not every bone had healed right. You couldn’t help but recall the stories of his childhood, yet he was more beautiful than you remembered and you were surprised how lovely he was, for not being a god of anything remotely beautiful and remembering his sad story; at least what you knew of it which was mostly gossip. He kept working in the loud, hissing room, and you decided to make yourself known.

“Hello Hephaestus.” You thought that was a safe start. He stopped, grabbed a rag to wipe his hands, and turned around. His dark, piercing eyes bore into you and his dark hair tried to cover them, but luckily was not successful.

“Hello Aphrodite.” He continued to wipe his hands and stare. You didn’t let yourself break eye contact, and maintained your composure. After a moment, “You’ll have to excuse me, my work is never done.” You smiled.

“I understand, you must be very busy, so I am even more thankful that you would allow me to take some of your time today.” You were thankful for your gift of charm, as you wanted to make a good impression.

“Yes I am.” Was all he said, walking toward you.

“I am impressed by the size of your forgery.” You tried to make conversation. He smirked.

“This is only my tinkering room, I have much bigger rooms for different needs.”

“Are they all this hot?” You tried to tease, hoping you weren’t sweating.

“Probably hotter, we are not in the heart of the volcano, far from actually. But we can leave as I am sure you are not accustomed to such weather.” He made to a different door, there seemed to be many doors in many rooms, and you were sure you were lost.

“No I am not, but I am fascinated so maybe I could have a tour, after a cold drink.” You smiled. You swore you saw the corner of his mouth turn. You knew that you would keep trying to make him smile.

“This way,” he said, opening a door for you to enter. As you passed, you noticed he smelled of smoke and mint. An interesting combination but one you knew you immediately liked. You might be in over your head already.

He had led you to a balcony, where a different cyclops had set down ice cold drinks.

“I figured this would be best.” He said, handing you a glass. You gratefully took it.

“Thank you, how thoughtful.” You took a sip. “Do you get so hot, or are you accustomed to the volcano?”

“I suppose I am used to it now, I hardly notice as I am so focused on my work.” He put a shirt on, and you couldn’t help but be disappointed. Interesting.

“I suppose that makes sense, since you have been working there for ages.” And you meant ages, close to eons. “Do you enjoy it?” You ventured, knowing he was put there more for the sake of appearances rather than by choice.

“I enjoy my work.” He took a sip from his glass.

“You keep interesting company.” You mused.

“You mean the cyclops?”

“I have never met them before today.”

“And what do you think?” He stared at you, clearly interested in your answer.

“Honestly, they are not at all as the gossip portrays them. But I suppose that just shows how unreliable gossip is. I enjoyed Arges. He is gruff, but I kind of enjoyed the candor and unassuming way.”

“I enjoy not having to put on airs or feeling the need to fill silence.” He responded honestly. “I am glad you feel that way, most on Olympus would not.” he seemed pleased by your answer. You were glad to be learning how to read his subtle allowances of emotion.

“Unfortunately that is true.” You turned to look out from the balcony for the first time, unaware of him staring. He made to stand closer, still respecting personal space as you walked to the edge of the rail.

“Did you design the entire house?” You asked.

“I did.”

“It is all so lovely, it somehow feels just like you.” You mused.

“And you can tell it is me, how?” He seemed amused.

“Oh, well, I don’t know how to explain it but it seems unassuming, complicated, but not at all fake. Sturdy, without being over the top, reliable, but with character.”

“You seem to have put a lot of thought into that.” You turned to look at him.

“I suppose, but anything with beauty or charm, I have to think about, so I suppose I did put thought into your home.” You tried to save yourself, as it could be taken in a way that made you seem to have thought about him more than you should let on. You tried to change the subject.

“It seems we must always meet on a balcony.” He turned to look out.

“I figured it was a good place, the first meeting went well in that setting.” You smiled, happy to know he thought fondly of your first encounter.

“Speaking of, I am thankful you agreed to meet today.” You figured it was a good time to clear the air. It would have to be talked about sooner or later.

“I was surprised when Hera brought it to my attention.” You noticed he didn’t refer to her as his mother but decided to not comment on it.

“They want me to marry someone, and soon. I have only recently been told myself.” You figured being honest was the best course of action.

“I heard you and Ares were together, or would be soon.”

“Don’t believe everything you hear.” You referenced his words from that first night.

“I suppose you are right.”

“I thought I would be forced to marry Ares. I didn’t even know you were on your mother’s list of eligibility.” He bristled at the mention of mother.

“I am not. But she told me of your predicament.” He stopped.

“And having been told of it?” You softly pressed.

“I don’t know, I just figured getting to know each other wouldn’t be the worst thing.” He half smiled at you. This caused you to laugh a little.

“I am glad I am not completely repulsive to you.”

“Not at all.”

“I have to say that is a little surprising, Hephaestus. After all, you hardly entertain anyone, much less those you don’t know well.”

“I enjoy being on my own.” The way he said it didn’t have you fully convinced.

“Do you enjoy being on your own, or enjoy not having others overwhelm you? There is a difference.”

“Clever girl.” He looked at you again. “I enjoy others not looking at me and how unappealing I am.” You could tell he believed that and it hurt you.

“You are not unappealing. I think you give yourself too much credit for that.” You let out a quick breath, and turned away. “Remember I am the goddess of beauty and I also saw you shirtless.” You flirted a little.

“That was a little trick. I wanted to see your reaction.”

“You are playing games with me?” You were surprised and amused.

“If we are to know each other better, it is best to know if you can stand my presence.” He stated.

“And did I pass your little test?” You asked, taking a step closer.

“You were kind enough to not be completely repulsed, at least to my face.” He smirked.

“I think you are going to have to learn to read me better.” You mused. “For I was not repulsed, the opposite in fact. I admired your fit physique, and noticed no blemishes.”

“Then you lie, you have seen my arm, and now my back.”

“Your arm is missing, yes. But does that mean it is a blemish? You have faint scars, but does that mean they are repulsive? Does one mean the other?” His face darkened.

“Yes.” You took slow steps until you reached him, feeling like you would scare him away with quick actions. You reached out to touch his covered arm.

“Your wonderful craftsmanship has made your arm better, more functional than a real arm. That is truly a gift to accomplish such a feat. As for your scars, they are not repulsive, they are unique to you, they make you who you are. And I am enjoying getting to know the man you are.” You told him sincerely, hoping he would somehow believe that. He just kept looking into your eyes with a gaze so intense, you thought he could see to your metaphorical soul, if you had one.

“You really aren’t lying, are you?” He asked after a pause. You still hadn’t let go of your touch.

“No. And I will promise to be honest with you. I feel that I can be. You have given me no reason to think I can’t be myself.”

“I want you to be yourself, I want to get to know the goddess of beauty, beyond the front she puts on.” You could tell he meant that as well.

“I guess we both hide, just in different ways.”

“I guess so.”

“Can we agree to try not to hide from each other?” You asked him, knowing he could hear the insecurity in your voice. However, for the first time in a long time, you didn’t care that someone saw your vulnerability. You felt safe.

“I will try.” He responded honestly. He then grabbed your other arm. “But you might have to help me with that.” If you didn’t know better, you would have assumed Zeus was here, with the electricity you felt in his touch.

“Then I suppose you will have to see more of me.”

“I would be okay with that.” And you both had genuine smiles.

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cilil · 11 months

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Námo x reader - 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Author's Note: Suggested by @singleteapot. Thank you so much! Hope you like what I came up with♡

☯ For the most part, Námo lets you do your thing. He trusts that you are smart and competent and usually doesn't consider it necessary to interfere

☯ But he soon notices your bad habits, sees how tired you are, how you sometimes forget to eat or don't get as much rest as you need to stay happy and healthy and it worries him

☯ Námo starts by asking if you're alright and if you need anything and will accept it if you decline, though he may be a bit more careful and gentle with you than normal, trying to be supportive and subtly show you that he cares

☯ If your condition doesn't improve, he'll soon get more blunt, telling you what he's been observing and that he's worried about you. Being the strict judge that he is, he won't hear excuses forever

☯ Regardless of what your answer is, Námo decides to take charge, his protective instincts kicking in. Many in Valinor have forgotten about it over the years, but he practically raised Irmo when they were young, so he developed strong feelings of responsibility for his loved ones

☯ Námo consults with Irmo and Estë to figure out what he should do. He proceeds to carry you to your shared bed, bring you your favourite food and drinks and make sure you're warm and comfortable

☯ If work was troubling you, he'll have it taken care of, and if someone was bothering you or causing problems, they'll get a stern warning from the Doomsman himself

☯ You get to experience his soft, affectionate side more than ever before. Námo sometimes has trouble expressing his feelings, but you can see how his face softens when he's around you, hear the tone of his voice changing and feel the affection in his touch

☯ Námo loves to reward your for good behaviour and progress, but he won't do so until you've earned it. He watches over you with loving strictness, making sure that his little raven recovers and feels better soon

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

"I'm fine," you insist, squirming on his lap in an attempt to turn around and glare at your lover. "I can go to work tomorrow -"

"Mmh..." Námo muses, pulling you closer and kissing your parting. "As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, I am not convinced."

"But the work is just going to pile up -"

"It won't. I will see to that, little raven; do not concern yourself with these things now."

"But I want -"

"Motion denied." A low chuckle rumbles in Námo's chest after he utters his final verdict, and you can't help smiling as well. It's rare for him to make jokes, and you appreciate seeing this side of him, one reserved only for his loved ones.

You lean back and snuggle up to him, finally admitting defeat. "Can I have a kiss at least?"

Námo smiles when he leans in to grant your request. "You may."

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autumnworld19 · 1 year

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I couldn't decide between 1 and 6. So both please.

Btw I adore your writing!

Love, Flora🌷

I know, I know, very late im so sorry once again 😅. But here I am!

I still don’t have a name for the warehouse worker, I was thinking maybe Jim? But it dosen’t feel right to me. But he’s a very tall man, standing 6’3, brunette, beefy, everything you would expect from hardworking labour man. The reader in that story is very much the girl-next-door. The reader is a werewolf (if you didn’t already infer from the fic) and there’s a whole culture that comes with that part of her identity, and sometimes provides difficulties in her life. Like dating example, and so that’s where it’s going that story, I don’t have the Yandere fully fleshed out yet, so we’ll see in the future possibly 🤷🏾‍♀️ .

Now for the number 6, he’s not very fleshed out only because there’s sooo many things I could do with his character that I can’t wrap my mind around. The main idea is that he’s the leader of a gang of bandits, setting is the Wild West. Idk what kind of woman the reader would be, she could be a rich girl from a fallen family, rich girl held hostage, girl almost turned into prostitute, etc. He has a scarred face, and generally leads to everyone avoiding him ever since he was a kid, because they were all afraid of him and didn’t want to “catch” what he had, leading him even now as an adult to wear a face covering because he hates the way he looks and he hates all of humanity . The reader (held a gun point by him for whatever reason) kinda shows no fear to his face, and that’s how she got him to fall for her. He thinks “she’s the only one who can truly love/accept me for who am I/look like I can’t let her go!!!!”.

I Hope this was good, once again sorry for the late reply.

Love, Autumn 🍂

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a-chaotic-dumbass · 11 months

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10, 11, and 20? For the ask game.

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

multiple!!! i have to switch round from story to story every few hours just so i dont get art-blindeness for writing. if i stare at one wip for long enough i lose all ideas i have for it

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

i try writing in order!! i rlly do but its a difficult thing. i mostly jump round on the first draft, just gettin ideas out i wanna use ASAP, when it comes to the actual story, thats when i mostly write in chronological order

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

pretty indifferent! when it comes to AUs i usually just mess round w hcs kinda like 'wouldnt it be funny if' and thats my whole thought process. and w canon fics,,, none of em r true to canon bc i think MY canon is better than what they got goin on🥰

#all my canon fics r ONLY a hate letter to canon so MAYBE theyre semi-canon but find me someone who cares bc it is NOT me #asks #floraroselaughter

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edensrose · 1 year

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─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ day six : doom

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ námo⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. death is his domain, and yet námo finds himself slipping when he sees a vision of your demise ( angst ៸៸ death ៸៸ war themes )

· ⊰ notes. I am. . . not okay and now neither will any of y'all be <3

He has seen death ample times in his millennia’s worth of existence.

He has witnessed the grief and wallowing of thousands of souls that enter his halls.

He has even found beauty in it. Death, that is. The release of responsibilities. The fierce, icy grip that would soon lead to peace.

He admired it, he envied it.

And yet. . . The day that Námo perceived your final moments, he found himself unable to function. Unable to speak, eat, sleep.

Countless times has he seen death, and yet nothing shook him more to his core than the sight of you laying there on the battlefield. Your body painted with crimson and your eyes shut. That beautiful face of yours so serene despite the wounds that littered your fána. For a moment, he may have considered the possibility of you simply lost in slumber, if it were not for the scene of chaos that carried on around you.

That is what his world had become, chaos. The realisation that he could not protect you broke him in several ways. He knew that this was unstoppable. He knew that this was fate. But what the Vala also knew is that this was cruelty in its finest. For The One to have shown him such horrible imageries — of the person he holds dear no less. . .

Námo was in a state. To know that your end would not be a peaceful send off. You would pass away in the heat of battle, the day of Dagor Dagorath. He will witness your death and yet, despite all his power and might he will not be able to reach you.

For the first time in his entire existence, he wished to listen to the whispers. To defy the very law by which Eru governs. To escape the loop. To break the will. The sight of you laying there on the ground was simply too much to bear.

It keeps him awake for weeks.

Months.

And worst of all? He finds himself drawing away from you. For whenever he sees your face, images of that fateful day to come plague his very eyes. He cannot move, cannot speak. He is ill with anxiety. Choking on the bitter reality.

He shuts you out.

He shuts you out, and there is nothing you can do about it.

Even when his mind screams at him. Reminds him that this is the route that his Creator has set out for him, he still continues. He isolates himself from you. Like a puppet on the strings he obeys and is pulled in the direction of this unwarranted fate.

It matters not how much he tries to fight it. Nor how much he wishes to scream until his lungs pour with crimson as he curses the name he has only ever known as holy.

And it is not until you are lying there on that battlefield. Peaceful amongst the chaos. Unaware of his wailing agony and his desperation to get to you. To scoop you up in his arms and savour your warmth. To whisper into your hair and kiss your lips one final time

It is only then that he truly realises the meaning of the word doom.

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