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yeniayofnymeria · 4 years

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Which Stark daughter needed special attention? Arya or Sansa?

After Ned and His Love For His Children, i wanted to discuss about Arya’s and Sansa’s KL life...

I have read that some Sansa fans often claim that Sansa was traumatized at KL and Ned was a terrible father as he preferred to constantly take care of Arya instead of this daughter in need of attention.

The main reason for Sansa's alleged trauma is often attributed to the Lady's death. So, who is the Stark girl who was traumatized and depressed after the Mycah and Lady incident? Is it Sansa or Arya?

For this we will do something very simple, we will read the books (please don't read the pirate book where the character names are replaced, I'm talking about real books).

Just after the incident ...

When she saw him, she cried out and began to sob.

Ned went to one knee and took her in his arms. She was shaking. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he said. She felt so tiny in his arms, nothing but a scrawny little girl. It was hard to see how she had caused so much trouble. “Are you hurt?”

After Mycah incident, Arya escapes the Lannister men alone in the forest for 3 days. She's hungry, scared and doesn't know what to do. Imagine being the star of a witch hunt when you were 8 years old, she probably even thought she would be killed when caught.

She blinked at her sister, then at the young prince. “I don’t know,” she said tearfully, looking as though she wanted to bolt. “I don’t remember. Everything happened so fast, I didn’t see...”

“You rotten!” Arya shrieked. She flew at her sister like an arrow, knocking Sansa down to the ground, pummeling her. “Liar, liar, liar, liar.”

“Arya, stop it!” Ned shouted. Jory pulled her off her sister, kicking. Sansa was pale and shaking as Ned lifted her back to her feet. “Are you hurt?” he asked, but she was staring at Arya, and she did not seem to hear.

Sansa was brought into the hall by her father to verify Arya. There is no doubt that Sansa was scared by this incident. We know she told her father everything when things were just happening, but now Sansa doesn't want to be here and is in a difficult situation ... because she has a sister on the one hand and her fiance on the other. She has to make a choice between the two, and this is emotionally challenging for Sansa, of course, this why there is tears in her eyes. As a result, though, Sansa chooses Joffrey and lies. This causes the Lady's death, and the slander on Mycah and Arya is not cleared. Arya, too, is enraged by her sister's betrayal of her and attacks her.

That was when Sansa finally seemed to comprehend. Her eyes were frightened as they went to her father. “He doesn’t mean Lady, does he?” She saw the truth on his face. “No,” she said. “No, not Lady, Lady didn’t bite anybody, she’s good...”

“Lady wasn’t there,” Arya shouted angrily. “You leave her alone!”

“Stop them,” Sansa pleaded, “don’t let them do it, please, please, it wasn’t Lady, it was Nymeria, Arya did it, you can’t, it wasn’t Lady, don’t let them hurt Lady, I’l make her be good, I promise, I promise...” She started to cry.

The reaction of the two sisters for the Lady. Naturally, Sansa reacts more to the harm to Lady because Lady is her wolf and innocent. As a result, Mycah and Lady die. This situation is very bad and sad for both Stark daughters.

What happened after the Stark girls came to KL? How long has this situation left them permanently damaged?

Sansa’s eyes had grown wide as the plates. “A tourney,” she breathed. She was seated between Septa Mordane and Jeyne Poole, as far from Arya as she could get without drawing a reproach from Father. “Wil we be permitted to go, Father?”

“You know my feelings, Sansa. It seems I must arrange Robert’s games and pretend to be honored for his sake. That does not mean I must subject my daughters to this fol y.”

“Oh, please,” Sansa said. “I want to see.”

Our first view of the two sisters after Trident. After hearing the news of the King's Hand tournament, Sansa is excited and wants to participate. After all, it is one of the places where knights play a leading role in songs and stories ...

What about Arya?

“I don’t care about their stupid tourney,” Arya said. She knew Prince Joffrey would be there, and she hated Prince Joffrey.

Sansa lifted her head. “It will be a splendid event. You shan’t be wanted.”

Anger flashed across Father’s face. “Enough, Sansa. More of that and you will change my mind. I am weary unto death of this endless war you two are fighting. You are sisters. I expect you to behave like sisters, is that understood?”

Sansa bit her lip and nodded. Arya lowered her face to stare sullenly at her plate. She could feel tears stinging her eyes. She rubbed them away angrily, determined not to cry.

The only sound was the clatter of knives and forks. “Pray excuse me,” her father announced to the table. “I find I have smal appetite tonight.” He walked from the hall.

After he was gone, Sansa exchanged excited whispers with Jeyne Poole.

...

No one talked to Arya. She didn’t care. She liked it that way. She would have eaten her meals alone in her bedchamber if they let her. Sometimes they did, when Father had to dine with the king or some lord or the envoys from this place or that place. The rest of the time, they ate in his solar, just him and her and Sansa. That was when Arya missed her brothers most. She wanted to tease Bran and play with baby Rickon and have Robb smile at her. She wanted Jon to muss up her hair and cal her “little sister” and finish her sentences with her. But al of them were gone.

She had no one left but Sansa, and Sansa wouldn’t even talk to her unless Father made her.

...

This was the first time they had supped with the men since arriving in King’s Landing. Arya hated it. She hated the sounds of their voices now, the way they laughed, the stories they told. They’d been her friends, she’d felt safe around them, but now she knew that was a lie. They’d let the queen kill Lady, that was horrible enough, but then the Hound found Mycah. Jeyne Poole had told Arya that he’d cut him up in so many pieces that they’d given him back to the butcher in a bag, and at first the poor man had thought it was a pig they’d slaughtered. And no one had raised a voice or drawn a blade or anything, not Harwin who always talked so bold, or Alyn who was going to be a knight, or Jory who was captain of the guard. Not even her father.

“He was my friend,” Arya whispered into her plate, so low that no one could hear. Her ribs sat there untouched, grown cold now, a thin film of grease congealing beneath them on the plate. Arya looked at them and felt il .

She pushed away from the table.“Pray, where do you think you are going, young lady?” Septa Mordane asked.

“I’m not hungry.” Arya found it an effort to remember her courtesies. “May I be excused, please?” she recited stiffly.

...

When the bar was down, Arya finally felt safe enough to cry.

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was al her fault, everything bad that had happened. Sansa said so, and Jeyne too.

Arya isn't as excited about the tournament and her KL life as Sansa, and unlike her older sister, she doesn't want to be here. Arya is feeling very lonely right now because she feels so alone after what happened, Sansa prefers not to talk to her unless she has to. At such moments, Arya misses her other siblings.

In general, we see Arya trying to isolate herself from other people, and we often read that she is on the brink of crying crisis. These are often signs of the onset of depression; low interest in activities, deep sadness, pessimism, desire to cry, not enjoying anything, guilt, desire to be with loved ones again, loss of appetite ... In short, we see that Arya is in a very bad emotional situation.

Arya desperately wanted to explain, to make him see. “I was trying to learn, but...” Her eyes filled with tears. “I asked Mycah to practice with me.” The grief came on her al at once. She turned away, shaking. “I asked him,” she cried. “It was my fault, it was me...”

Suddenly her father’s arms were around her. He held her gently as she turned to him and sobbed against his chest. “No, sweet one,” he murmured. “Grieve for your friend, but never blame yourself. You did not kil the butcher’s boy. That murder lies at the Hound’s door, him and the cruel woman he serves.”

“I hate them,” Arya confided, red-faced, sniffling. “The Hound and the queen and the king and Prince Joffrey. I hate al of them. Joffrey lied, it wasn’t the way he said. I hate Sansa too. She did remember, she just lied so Joffrey would like her.”

...

“Let me tel you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm. Septa Mordane is a good woman, and Sansa... Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you... and I need both of you, gods help me.”

He sounded so tired that it made Arya sad. “I don’t hate Sansa,” she told him. “Not truly.” It was only half a lie.

“I do not mean to frighten you, but neither will I lie to you. We have come to a dark dangerous place, child. This is not Winterfel . We have enemies who mean us ill. We cannot fight a war among ourselves. This willfulness of yours, the running off, the angry words, the disobedience... at home, these were only the summer games of a child. Here and now, with winter soon upon us, that is a different matter. It is time to begin growing up.”

“I will,” Arya vowed. She had never loved him so much as she did in that instant. “I can be strong too. I can be as strong as Robb.”

He held Needle out to her, hilt first. “Here.. ”

She looked at the sword with wonder in her eyes. For a moment she was afraid to touch it, afraid that if she reached for it it would be snatched away again, but then her father said, “Go on, it’s yours,” and she took it in her hand.

“I can keep it?” she said. “For true?”

“For true.” He smiled. “If I took it away, no doubt I’d find a morningstar hidden under your pillow within the fortnight. Try not to stab your sister, whatever the provocation.”

“I won’t. I promise.” Arya clutched Needle tightly to her chest as her father took his leave.

The next morning, as they broke their fast, she apologized to Septa Mordane and asked for her pardon. The septa peered at her suspiciously, but Father nodded.

Arya was on the verge of depression after a traumatic event as I mentioned above during her early days in KL. She was emotionally damaged. The result was that her friend was murdered terribly, the Lady was killed despite her innocence, and she had to drive Nymeria away from her, and Sansa never spoke properly to Arya again. It wouldn't be entirely wrong to say that Sansa and Jeyne also fed Arya's depression. They were constantly blaming Arya for everything that was going on, and Arya begins to blame herself on everything because she was emotionally traumatized.

She only gets out of this situation after her father realizes and speaks to her... Ned also allows Arya to take sword lessons to help her recover.

During this time, Sansa ...

Sansa rode to the Hand’s tourney with Septa Mordane and Jeyne Poole, in a litter with curtains of yellow silk so fine she could see right through them. They turned the whole world gold. Beyond the city walls, a hundred pavilions had been raised beside the river, and the common folk came out in the thousands to watch the games. The splendor of it al took Sansa’s breath away; the shining armor, the great chargers caparisoned in silver and gold, the shouts of the crowd, the banners snapping in the wind... and the knights themselves, the knights most of all.

“It is better than the songs,” she whispered when they found the places that her father had promised her, among the high lords and ladies. Sansa was dressed beautiful y that day, in a green gown that brought out the auburn of her hair, and she knew they were looking at her and smiling.

Sansa fulfills one of her dreams and gets the chance to watch the knights and heroes in the stories she heard. So happy and excited.

When Prince Joffrey seated himself to her right, she felt her throat tighten. He had not spoken a word to her since the awful thing had happened, and she had not dared to speak to him. At first she thought she hated him for what they’d done to Lady, but after Sansa had wept her eyes dry, she told herself that it had not been Joffrey’s doing, not truly. The queen had done it; she was the one to hate, her and Arya. Nothing bad would have happened except for Arya.

She could not hate Joffrey tonight. He was too beautiful to hate.

Do I have to make a special comment for this, I don't know. We have no doubt that Sansa felt sorry and cried for what happened and she was very sad that day too, and she even hated Cersei for a while and thought to hate Joffrey too, but then (she gave up because he was so beautiful) she was just hated Arya. She decided to hate her, it was all her fault. This is a typical mechanism of denial and reflection ... Actually the main culprits are Joffrey and Cersei, but the people Sansa preferred to blame are Arya and Mycah.

The servants kept the cups filled all night, yet afterward Sansa could not recall ever tasting the wine. She needed no wine. She was drunk on the magic of the night, giddy with glamour, swept away by beauties she had dreamt of al her life and never dared hope to know. Singers sat before the king’s pavilion, filling the dusk with music. A juggler kept a cascade of burning clubs spinning through the air. The king’s own fool, the pie-faced simpleton called Moon Boy, danced about on stilts, al in motley, making mock of everyone with such deft cruelty that Sansa wondered if he was simple after al . Even Septa Mordane was helpless before him; when he sang his little song about the High Septon, she laughed so hard she spilled wine on herself.

And Joffrey was the soul of courtesy. He talked to Sansa all night, showering her with compliments, making her laugh, sharing little bits of court gossip, explaining Moon Boy’s japes.

Sansa was so captivated that she quite forgot all her courtesies and ignored Septa Mordane, seated to her left.

This last quote reveals Sansa's mental state more clearly. His situation is fine, he is happy, excited, living in his dreams ... he has forgotten everything and everyone. In short, Sansa does not have a traumatic situation, emotionally, like Arya, she has not received any long-term damage.

Sansa didn't care for Mycah anyway, so she never thinks of him, and Lady ... cried a lot for her but now she is happy. Do not misunderstanding, there is no one who says that Sansa should live in grief forever, of course she has to leave this bad incident behind and look forward, but if there are claims like she was traumatized because of the Lady, depressed because of her, then we need to see Sansa is always in sorrow, pessimistic and constantly crying. We did not see. Sansa seems to have gotten through all that quickly, my KL is quickly caught up in her magical world and floating in her dreams ...

As a result, we saw that the two Stark girls were saddened, cried and grieved at the time of the incident, but it is not Sansa, who suffer trauma for a long time, it's Arya. So it is natural for Ned to be more concerned with the traumatized Arya, because she needs more special attention. After talking to Arya, Arya's situation quickly improves, and Ned does not need to pay special attention after that. How does that make Ned a terrible father? We are talking about a father who comes to the aid of his daughters when needed.

Please don't make unfair criticism about Ned. No doubt Ned had mistakes like everyone else, but he was a good father who loved his children wholeheartedly and took care of them as much as he could, just as Cat was a good mother, despite her faults.

Like Sansa, stop blaming everyone for everything except Sansa. Thank you.

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talpup · 4 years

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Light In the Darkness:68

Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud. He knew there would be trails. He knew trouble would come his way. Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant. What he didn’t know. Didn’t expect. Was that literal Chaos would come his way. That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble. Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealously of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Chapter 68

Teris had received Yami’s letter that he and Bronn had been placed under Mereoleona. It said that he would be stationed with the southeast contingent that was being overseen by Commander Greywright. She had been relieved to learn that Yami wasn’t being sent with the southwest. Even though Julius was overseeing that division, it was considerably closer to the Spade Kingdom border. Though that was probably why Yami had been sent to the southeast.

Teris had hoped to see Yami at least one more time before they set out; but that was not to be. She found herself stupidly thinking that all of this was a sort of punishment for them going too far out in the woods on Yami’s birthday. The memory of him pressing and rubbing against her was enough to make her blush.

“Tired already?” Randall asked, looking over at her.

“What?” Teris turned an even deeper shade of red afraid the man could read where her thoughts had wandered.

“You’re flushed.” Randall commented.

The Crimson Lion offered her a water skin. He wondered if the scars she hid underneath her buttoned up blouse weren’t the only lingering markers of what she’d been through on the Summer Solstice. Were two and a half months really enough time for one to fully recover their strength after such a thing? Given that no one had ever been through such a thing, it was difficult to say what such a recovery looked like or how long it should take.

“Have something to drink.” Randall urged, when Teris didn’t take the water skin. “It’ll help keep you going till we can stop and rest.”

Rather than argue and deny she wasn’t tired, Teris took the skin and had a couple sips. Handing it back she looked on ahead, wondering how far they were going to travel together till Captain Jax and Jamie’s teams broke from theirs. She was grateful to have Jax and the Golden Dawns Captain present, even if it was only for a time. No doubt Nozel felt somewhat relieved as well. It gave him someone to follow and ask questions of, until he began to feel more comfortable in his role as acting Captain.

Teris still couldn’t imagine what the King had been thinking. Making Nozel an acting Captain and charging him with such responsibility. Was His Majesty angry with House Silva and this was his way at punishing them? Our was he really that lacking in knowledge of what if meant to be a Magic Knights Captain, having never served himself? In any case Teris was determined to do her best to see Nozel succeed and knew Fuegoleon, Randall, and Zara would do the same.

Zara had proved invaluable. Before they had headed out, Nozel had the Purple Orca draw a revised and correct map of the Diamond Kingdom which had then been magically copied and given to every Magic Knights Captain, the original filed away somewhere within Magic Investigations. Teris had been proud of and happy for the man. It was about time Zara got some of the recognition he deserved. Zara had be grateful to her. Thanking her on several occasion. Which only made Teris uncomfortable. Seeing her discomfort, Nozel had put a quick stop to it, snapping somewhat harshly at Zara. As upset as Teris had been at Nozel for his stern words to Zara, she had been grateful that Zara’s verbal gratitude had ceased.

She was still worried about Yami. He would be having to skirt the Witches Forest to get to the Diamond Kingdoms eastern border. The first time Yami had entered the Witches Forest, he had made quite the disturbance and freed Vanessa. If the witches learned of his presence so near their territory would they try to seek revenge? Teris shook her head trying to clear her mind of such thoughts. Worrying about things that may never happen and she had no control over wouldn’t serve any purpose.

Teris reached the rest of the group. They had paused at a sheer ten hundred-thousand meter drop.

Jamie looked over to Nozel. “Well done acting Captain. Your man has led us to a cliff.”

“We have a number of mages that can get us down.” Jax calmed. “The least of which is you. Go on, Jamie. Create a rope that we can use to climb down.”

Jaime turned to Jax. “We were instructed not to use our magic unless necessary. Doing so will attract attention and lessen our chances of success. Never mind that this is war. Our mana stores need to--”

“I was at the meeting and heard Sir Jorah same as you.” Jax cut in over the other man. Looking out over the expanse, he muttered under his breath. “Idiot.”

“I heard that.” Jamie snapped, voice tight with pent up aggression.

“This mission is a necessary task, is it not?” Jax questioned the Golden Dawns Captain. “And continuing on our way is necessary in order to complete our mission, yes? Therefore, is not getting down this cliff necessary to continuing on our way and completing said mission?”

“I get what you’re saying.” Jamie gritted.

“Good. I was worried I’d have to write it out.” Jax said, with exaggerated relief.

“What is it Zara?” Teris asked, seeing the Purple Orca looking pensive.

“There is a way down. It’s just that it’s hidden from up here.” Zara said.

Jamie slapped his thigh in exasperation. “Why didn’t you say so? Nozel, if you want to be a good Captain, you should instruct your people to offer up important information before it’s argued out.”

“He would have if you’d but quit your whining long enough to give him the chance.” Teris snipped.

Nozel’s eyes snapped to her, widening slightly. Jamie and Jax blinked.

Jamie took a couple steps her way. “Why you little—I’ll teach you how to properly speak to a Magic Knights Captain.”

Nozel stepped in front of Teris, chin slightly raised.

“Move. Or be moved.” Jamie commanded.

“She’s one of mine.” Nozel said with quiet, fiercely contained control. “If anyone will be instructing her. It will be me.”

“Then I suggest you do so, acting Captain.” Jamie glanced back at Jax. “You got a lot of bad behavior to break her out of in a short amount of time.” He raised a warning finger at Nozel. “She disrespects me again and I’ll go through you to teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget. Understand me.”

Nozel stared without word or expression. He was good at that. You could say it was one of the things the Silva’s were known for. Like the Vermilion's red hair and pointed incisors or the Silva’s silver hair. The Silva’s all seemed to be capable of staring without blinking.

“Jamie. Stand down. He gets it.” Jax said, watching them closely.

Jamie turned to the Black Bulls Captain. “You got a bold, mouthy one there, Jax.” He said of Teris. “Make sure you remind her of the same when she’s returned to you. Vice Captain or not I will not be disparaged.”

“I suppose you get enough of that from your wife and fellows.” Jax taunted.

“Hurry up and show us the way down, peasant.” Jamie ordered Zara.

Nozel didn’t have to see Teris’ expression to know that she was going to comment on the commoners behalf. “Don’t.” Nozel silenced in a harsh whisper. He turned his head and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “Don’t. You. Dare.”

Teris looked at Nozel, a range of emotions playing on her face before finally settling on one he had seen directed at him all too often. Nozel sighed, resigned to Teris’ accustomed anger. Still he continued to stared at her, blue eyes shining with hard judging coldness.

As often as Teris had seen that look in Nozel’s eyes, it had rarely ever been directed at her. Biting as Nozel’s words could be when he chastised her, he rarely looked at her with with anything but… Teris’ stomach curled in on itself. Despite the uncomfortable nervousness his piercing gaze cause, she stared back, refusing to be the first to look away.

Nozel watched her without blinking. He’d be damned if he let this go without Teris submitting to his authority. Tired and on edge as they all were, they were behind enemy lines. Traversing the border of two unfriendly kingdoms, one of which they were at war with. Teris needed to know her place here and now. Nozel had to make certain she would obey and comply with his commands without challenging him. Lives were at stake.

As annoying as Randall sometimes found Teris’ words and actions to be, he was a noble and a gentleman. Seeing a lady being handled so roughly, even by a mere gaze, made him want to intervene. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, that would call attention to himself and away from Teris. Fuegoleon gripped Randall’s shoulder and shook his head. The Vermillion knew what Nozel was doing and why. Fuegoleon was likely one of the few, if not only one, who knew how much Nozel hated having to do this. Much as Fuegoleon didn’t like it himself, he was proud at his friend and acting Captain for stepping up and doing what had to be done no matter how difficult it was.

Teris could feel the eyes of everyone on her. She knew what Julius and Jax would say. What they both would want and expect of her. She imagined Jax’s expression as he watched, standing not too far behind Nozel. Releasing a breath she lowered her gaze.

“Captain.” Teris said, softly submitting.

Nozel turned away without word least Teris or anyone else see his relief. Taking a step, he looked over the cliff edge and instructed. “Zara, show us the way.”

Once down, they made three separate small camps a thousand or so meters apart from each other. Fuegoleon watched Teris chew on rations. They had enough to last them months, the small charmed bag that held them, both preserving and making them small enough to fit until pulled out, reverting back to regular size. It had something to do with bending space that Fuegoleon cared little about.

Teris hadn’t spoken since the clifftop. And Nozel seemed content to give Teris her space and let her sulk. Fuegoleon knew his cousin better. While time and space may have worked under different circumstances, it wasn’t going to work in this instance. Teris wasn’t the most prideful person he knew; but she certainly was one of the most stubborn. And she never liked being told what to do or put in her place; usually harboring a grudge against anyone who dared to do so.

Since it had been Nozel who had put her in her place, the shock and ill feelings Teris had would likely fester if simply left. In Fuegoleon’s mind, Nozel had been too lenient with Teris in the past, both as a friend and her Intended. He figured Teris had probably come to expect that she would always get her way with Nozel and that Nozel would let her without putting up much of a fight. Not only would that not work under these circumstances; it wouldn’t work later when they were wed. Nozel had only weakened himself and his authority in letting Teris always have her way. Something that Fuegoleon knew his friend would eventually have to rectify, dealing with the consequences of his leniency in Teris’ anger and unwillingness to obey. If any good could be said from Nozel being made acting Captain, it was bringing this issue to a head and forcing the two to deal with it.

Fuegoleon got to his feet, disgusted with the both of them. With Nozel for his lacking in being the strong authority he needed to be with Teris. And with Teris for being a spoiled child who knew her place but refused to accept it.

Hearing footsteps Fuegoleon cursed. Zara was out placing traps and keeping watch as the rest of their small group recouped from the days long trek and ate. It didn’t matter how well Zara knew the terrain if he was inept enough to let someone by him, Fuegoleon thought.

“It’s Jax. Relax.” Jax said.

Nozel looked up from the map he was pretending to study. He already knew every line and curve of it without looking; but had needed something to look at and appear busy with.

The Black Bulls Captain saw Teris and Nozel sitting as far away from each other as they possibly could while still being considered part of the same camp. He sighed. He had been right in coming. Nozel was too proud and too easy on Teris. Yami wouldn’t have stood for it. Jax remembered when he had given Yami the lead on a mission when the young man had been avoiding Teris. Other than Iban using his magic on Teris, and Yami taking to Iban for it, the mission had been a success. Yami and Teris putting aside their differences to work together. But Nozel wasn’t Yami. The royal was harsh and demanding in a completely different way. A way that always seemed to rub Teris the wrong way.

“Captain Nozel.” Jax said, choosing to use the title to further cement the mans place in everyone's mind. “May I speak with Teris for a moment?”

Nozel looked at Jax wondering why her rightful Captain even bothered to asked. Wasn’t Jax suppose to be some ruffian that went his own way? Not caring what others thought or wanted? He realized the Black Bulls Captain was attempting to assist him by showing him respect. It surprised Nozel. Everything he had heard and thought of Captain Jax had led him to believe the man incapable of such tact. Nozel nodded his assent, looking at the Captain with fresh eyes.

“Thank you.” Jax said. He looked down at Teris and tilted his head. “Let’s go.”

Teris look up at him, hesitating. She had only ever feared Jax once or twice before. His quiet, simmering anger much more frightening than Bronn’s explosive outbursts and threats that she knew the Vice Captain would never carry out on her.

“I’m not gonna tell you twice.” Jax rumbled.

Teris quickly got to her feet and followed her Captain, a pace or two behind.

Jax stopped once they were a few yards away. He didn’t mind that the others could still see them and were likely watching. So long as they couldn’t hear.

Teris waited, nervousness growing the longer Jax kept his back to her. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore and broke. “I’m sorry. I know I never should have challenged Nozel like--”

“Captain.”

“Pardon?”

“Captain Nozel.” Jax corrected.

“Captain Nozel.” Teris repeated, morosely. “It was wrong and stupid. Not the least because of where we are and what we’re facing.”

“And?” Jax prompted, looking over his shoulder at her.

“And?” Teris echoed, trying to figure out what more he wanted. Tentatively, she offered. “I’m sorry about what I said to Captain Jamie.”

“Who cares about that ass?” Jax turned to her and pointed. “Don’t do that again though. Not till you’ve been made Vice Captain. Can’t really defend you before then if Jamie decides to make a fuss.”

“And after then?” Teris questioned, a teasing lit to her voice.

Jax tried not to roll his neck, knowing the others watching. She and Yami really were made for each other. And he was either a fool or a glutton for wanting the both of them to be his Vice Captain's. Sure he was upset with Teris for challenging the Captain she was temporarily serving under, especially after Nozel had so readily shielded her from Jamie’s wrath. Whether it was because Nozel had been being a good Captain or acting as Teris’ Intended, Jax didn’t know. Nor did he care. What mattered was that he hadn’t had to step in which would have only weakened Nozel’s position as acting Captain in everyone's eyes.

“Teris.” Jax sighed, closing tired eyes.

“What? Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I know the situation we’re in. I know what I have to do.”

“Do you? Cause earlier it certainly didn’t seem like it.”

Teris hammered the toe of her boot into the ground and mumble. “So it took me a while. But I got there eventually, didn’t I?”

“Eventually isn’t good enough and you know that. When out in the field compliance and submission needs to be instantaneous. Lives are on the line. Soon our teams will be separating. What happens then? Can I trust you to act and obey Nozel as you would me or Julius? To treat and respect him as your Captain? Cause that’s what he is. Forget the words temporary or acting. Nozel Silva is your Captain.”

Fully chastised, Teris lowered her head and muttered. “I said I was sorry.”

“Not to the right person.”

Teris’ head snapped up. “You want me to apologize to him!” She shook her head. “I can’t.”

“You can and you will.” Jax told. “Along with the promise to listen and obey him in all things without challenge from here on out. Consider it an order from me if you must.”

“But you’re not my Captain right now.” Teris argued, instantly regretting her words.

Jax stared down at her. His eyes flashed dangerously. “Is that the way you want to play this?”

Teris shook her head again. “No, Sir.”

Jax sighed, thinking of how much Yami had rubbed off on her. He only hoped Teris’ better habits had consequently rubbed off on Yami. “Good night then.”

“Captain.” Teris called.

Jax looked back at her.

“I really am sorry.” Teris said.

Jax gave her a small smile. “I know. Just make sure he knows it too.”

Teris headed back to where she had set her pack. While Fuegoleon and Randall had brought something to lay on, she had kept it simple. No fabric was going to make the ground any softer anyway. The pack carrying a couple changes of underwear and another change of clothes suited well enough as a pillow. Having so little to carry allowed her to go on longer without tiring. It certainly helped with the speed in which she prepared and repacked her space since all she did was drop the bag off her shoulders and pick it back up.

Plopping back down near her pack, Teris picked up her rations and continued eating the tough, chewy, tasteless thing. She would do as Jax said; but she wasn’t about to head straight to Nozel and do it now. It wasn’t that she cared that they had seen Jax pull her aside and speak to her. She knew they knew what it had been about. They probably figured her Captain had scolded her about the way she had spoken to Jamie too. Then again they may not have, given how little they thought of and regarded Jax and the Black Bulls in general.

No, she didn’t head straight to Nozel because she wasn’t ready. Teris had known she had to apologize to Nozel before Jax had ever come. Though her stubbornness likely would've kept her from doing so if her Captain hadn’t ordered her to. Teris wanted the apology to at least sound somewhat repentful and knew she wouldn't be able to convey that right now. Moreover she had no idea what she was going to say. I’m sorry those in the hierarchy are such stupid, rude asses that get under my skin when they mistreat decent, upstanding people who in every aspect but social are better than them. Teris didn’t think that would suffice.

Zara returned from setting the traps. “All done, Captain. Anyone or thing wanders over here will have a nasty surprise.

“We’re not talking bugs or small mammals. Are we?” Randall asked, thinking that would be tiresome.

“Anything the size of an child or larger.” Zara answered.

“Child?” Randall repeated.

“The Diamond Kingdom often takes young promising children and begins training them to become Magic Warriors.” Fuegoleon told.

“Takes? From their parents and homes?” Randall asked, disturbed.

Fuegoleon nodded.

Randall made a face at that. “Still doesn’t explain why a trap is needed for something their size.”

“They use and send them out in much the same way as Sentries.” Teris answered, Julius having once told her.

Nozel looked over the top map and across the camp at Teris. He found Teris looking at him and almost looked back down, but forced himself to hold her gaze. Teris’ shoulders tightened. But she gave in and lowered her eyes. Jax was right. If she didn’t get a handle on this it was goes to spell trouble and possibly cost one or more of them their lives. She ground the heel of her boot into the earth more angry at herself than anyone else.

Why was it so difficult to respect and submit to him, she wondered. Acting or not, Nozel was her Captain. That alone should have made her capable of obedience, even if it was distasteful. Much as she didn’t respect the social hierarchy, she respected the Magic Knight Captain's. Even Captain's like Jamie and Pyter; all be it not as readily as some of the others. So why was she having so much trouble with thinking of and treating Nozel with the deference due to him as her missions Captain? Because you grew up with and know him so well, her mind offered. No. That wasn’t it. Because as your Intended, respect and obedience toward him was already expected. Yeah. That sounded more like it. She was afraid that if she submitted to Nozel here and now then he would come to expect the same from her in other areas of their relationship. Are you also afraid that obedience and deference will become habit? Teris scoffed at her own thought. Yeah, that was never going to happen.

Feeling tired and energized all at once, Teris called to Nozel. “Captain.”

Nozel looked up from the map no one believed he was truly studying.

“May I have first watch?” Teris asked.

“Wake Randall in an hour and a half.” Nozel allowed.

“Thanks.” Teris got to her feet, brushing off her pants.

“The traps start ten meters out.” Zara called to her.

Teris gave him a nod. Last thing she needed to do was get caught in one of his traps. That would be embarrassing. It’d certainly complete her shame for the day.

Making her way out as far as she dared, Teris wrapped her cloak tightly around her. Fuegoleon had super heated a mass of stones to protect them from the cold of the night. But away from their warmth, the constant wind bit and made her shiver. While Teris usually preferred it colder than most given how hot she naturally ran; once passed a certain point, the cold effected her worse than others. She found herself regretting that she had asked for first shift. Then realized that it would only get colder as the night went on and was grateful.

Was it always this windy in the Diamond Kingdom? Or were they still that high up despite their long descent? She heard footsteps coming her way from the camp.

Thinking it was Fuegoleon, she told. “You should get some sleep.”

“I don’t sleep much while out on missions.” Nozel responded. He offered her a cup of tea. “Here.”

“Thanks.” Teris took the steaming mug, cupping it close to her chest, relishing the warmth.

Nozel watched her a moment. “You alright?”

Teris turned to him. “What’s that?”

“The cold. Are you alight?”

“I’m fine.” Teris assured, trying not to shiver.

Nozel fought the urge to give her his cloak, wondering if that was a Captain like thing to do. He hated this. Being caught between the many things he was to her. As if being her friend and Intended who loved her wasn’t challenging enough. And to top it off, she now knew of his feelings for her. His kiss had bared himself open to her. And Teris wounded him far deeper than any bitten lip. The pain of that hidden wound still hadn’t healed. It ripped open every time he relived her rejection in his mind. Every time he thought of her choosing some ill-bred, uncivilized, filthy foreigner over him. Every time he touched her and she pulled away. Or any other countless instances. It was a wound that would never scar because it would never heal.

“Nozel.” Teris growled at herself. “Captain. I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for my earlier behavior. It was unbecoming and won’t happen again. I promise.”

Nozel stared at her, waiting for her to give some deflective reasoning or excuse despite her having said there was no excuse. When it didn’t come, he realized she was fully serious and making a concerted effort. Her willingness to take full responsibility without excuse was proof that she was seriously contrite and trying to rectify it, and not make the same mistake again. As badly as he wanted to tell her not to worry about it, he knew that was him and not his rank talking.

Still, Nozel forgave too easily. “It’s in the past. Just make sure it stays there.”

“Yes, Sir.” Teris said, angry at herself for bristling slightly when he didn’t down play her actions.

Having that done and out of the way, they both relaxed. Being a Magic Knights Captain was difficult and tiring; but being Teris’ Captain was difficult, tiring, and confusing. It left Nozel questioning himself; something he wasn’t accustomed to doing and knew he shouldn’t be doing at this time and place.

“I think I will try to get some sleep.” Nozel said, thinking it best to leave her to her duties.

“I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself. Thanks for the tea, Captain.”

Nozel gave a small huff. This was so unexpected and new for all of them. He wondered if they’d manage to get use to it before it was over.

68.2

Just because the sun went down didn’t mean the fighting stopped; even though Bronn wished to mana that it would. This was their third battle in two days, and the longest one at that. Bronn had no time to envy Jax. Or curse his Captain for not taking him. He didn’t have time to hate his Captain for leaving him under the fiery Lioness who fought harder and fiercer than anyone, and expected the same of those serving under her.

As much as Bronn hated to admit it, Mereoleona scared him we she got like this. It was one of the main reasons he had come to fancy her in the first place. But all of that was in the past. His long held feelings for Mereoleona had ended as his feelings for Gilly had grown. Now he loved his betrothed so much that he listened and obeyed her better than he listened to and obeyed Jax.

Bronn had always figured the sweet, tender ones wouldn’t do it for him. Thinking that he needed someone that scared him a little from time to time to get the job done. Turns out he just hadn’t met the right sweet one. He didn’t need to fear Gilly to want to please her over himself. His fear of her disappointment was enough if ever he wanted to go his own way or do his own thing.

He’d certainly disappoint Gilly if he died out here. Which was the main reason why Bronn had contented himself to following Yami about, playing support to the younger mans aggressive lead. Problem was, on the battlefield Yami scared him almost as much as Mereoleona did. Even without his little Black Sheep, the Lord of Destruction was destructive. After going on like that during the first two battles, Bronn had thought Yami would slow. But the little shit didn’t. Instead, Yami was just as energetic and deadly as he had been at the start. Bronn chalked it up to youth.

Anyone who looked at Yami and Bronn probably thought they were similar type of men. And much as Bronn hated to admit it, there were a few similarities. That said, the two had some rather stark differences. And it was those differences, not similarities that made them clash and hate each other. While neither were men of typical honor so to speak. Yami was a man of principle. Where as Bronn’s standards changed depending on too many variables to count. It was true that both men didn’t respect much. But once Yami’s respect was earned, it was like an unmovable wall that would take something cataclysmic to shake and tear down. Bronn on the other hand had to have his trust and respect constantly earned. Even with Jax. It was why Bronn constantly challenged his friend and Captain, subconsciously checking for weakness.

And maybe the biggest difference, or at least the one that bothered Bronn the most, was that Yami had absolutely no shame. As much as Bronn acted as if he didn’t care, and wanted people to believe that he didn’t. Bronn cared very much about his image. Unless you were one of the few that Yami Sukehiro truly cared about, the younger man didn’t give a rats ass what you thought about him. Even if you were one of the few he cared for, chances are Yami wasn’t going to change. Yami didn’t care. You could find him in any situation, no matter how compromising, and Yami would shrug it off and continue on without blush or care. Bronn would've given almost anything to be someone like Yami with literally no shame or care of what others thought. Not that he’d ever admit it. Bronn would rather kill himself than let his envy of the little shit be discovered.

“Yami!” Bronn yelled. “You’re crossing too far into their line.”

“What’s the matter old man? Can’t keep up?” Yami taunted, sending out a dark cloaked slash before the enemy could get their spell off.

Bronn used his magic to transport Yami back to his side. “No, you idiot! I’m not blind. Nor do I want to die on this cursed, barren foreign land. Open your damn eyes!”

Bronn’s hand swung sharply. He fully expected to miss Yami’s head, accustomed to Yami ducking away. So when Bronn actually hit him, he felt a moment of cruel satisfaction. Then quickly realized what it meant. Yami was more tired than he appeared. Bronn ignored that fact because they were at war and all of them were tired despite it only having been two days.

The Vice Captain gestured to the Magic Warriors. “They’re baiting you, you fool. Looking to draw you in so they can surround you and be done with you.”

“They can try.” Yami said, staring at the three Magic Warriors he had been pursuing.

Bronn slapped at Yami’s head again, figuring it would connect and maybe, if he were lucky, knock some sense into the younger man.

Yami ducked out of the way. Looking at the Vice Captain, he told. “You got the first one for free. So what do you want to do? Turn tail and run?”

“Watch yourself, boy. I’ll whip your tail raw.” Bronn saw the three Magic Warriors turn and slowly make their way back to resume the fight. “They’re coming back for more. Hold this line and go no further unless I tell you.”

“I’m not all that good at listening to you.” Yami said, fingers opening and closing along the hilt of his katana in effort to relax the muscles in his hand.

“Don’t I know it.” Bronn grumbled. He pointed at him. “You go five meters further and I bring you back. Don’t make me go wasting mana or I’ll kick your ass.”

“It must kill you. Having to look after me like this.” Yami said, eyes on his foe.

“More than you know.” Bronn said, readying his own magic.

“Yeah, well I don’t like it much either.” Yami growled. “I can take care of myself. Was doing so long before Julius found me.”

“And tell me smart ass. How many lunatic zealots and gangs of hired killers were after you back then?” When Yami didn’t reply, Bronn sniffed. “Didn’t think so. Just know this is all your fault. I wouldn’t be stuck babysitting. And you wouldn't be in danger if you had listened to me. I told you from day one to stay away from that royal girl.”

“Again. I don’t listen to you all that well.” Yami said.

Bronn growled, hand lifting to smack him again. Instead of making the futile move, he barked. “Hurry up and take the smaller two. I’ll take the big one.”

“I want the big one.” Yami said.

Bronn glared. “I’ll transport you back to Castle City if you don’t obey me, boy.” He caught sight of one the eight Shining Generals headed their way. “Better yet, you take those three.” He said, right before stepping through a portal. He fell through another that opened directly over the General.

Yami took in the three Magic Warriors that stalked closer. They looked as tired as he felt. Still, he had something they didn’t. A driving need for revenge. “You guys know where I can find a Magic Warrior named Lotus Whomalt? Uses smoke magic. Black hair. Goatee. Annoyingly talkative and lazy.”

Two of the Magic Warriors looked at each other wondering if this was some sort of tactic.

Yami pointed at the third. “You. I can tell you know exactly who I’m talking about. Where is he?”

“He’s serving under Commander Fanzell.” The Magic Warrior answered.

“And where is this Commander Fanzell?” Yami questioned.

“He’s--” The Mage turned to point.

The other two Magic Warriors also turned, looking in the direction Commander Fanzell’s squad was posted. Yami struck out at them, slicing the two down. Before the third could react, he charged. Turning his katana so the blunt end faced out, he sent out another slash. This one not fatal. It hit the Magic Warrior in the chest and sent him flying.

Yami lept, landing on the Magic Warrior just as the Mage hit the ground. “Point again. Wasn’t paying attention the first time.”

Hand shaking, the Magic Warrior pointed.

“Arigatou.” Yami made a fist and punched him, knocking him out. If he saw the Mage again he’d kill him. But it seemed rude to do so when the man had been of help. He stood and looked over to see Bronn battling some burly man with a really hairy chest.

“You good?” Yami called to the Vice Captain.

“What do you think!” Bronn huffed, struggling against the equivalent of a Magic Knights Captain. On top of that the General was still fresh, having not participated in the first two battles.

“Good. I’m going over there.” Yami pointed.

“The hell you are!” Bronn barked. “Yami. Yami!” He glanced back seeing Yami already making his way. Then cursed and lept through a portal, barely missing having his head skewered.

The General gave a bellowing laughed. “Your friend’s a fool.”

“Not my friend. Though he is a fool.” Bronn glanced at Yami. The idiot was fighting his way deeper into the Diamond Kingdoms line.

The General laughed again. “My men are fond of ridding the world of fools. As we speak, they gather to rid the Clover Kingdom of yet another of their beloved Magic Knights.”

Bronn scanned the area Yami was entering, seeing that the General was right. Yami’s presence so far into their line hadn’t gone unnoticed and the Magic Warriors were all but licking their chops as they waited just a few more seconds before the order came to pounce.

“Damn it. I’m getting too old for this.” Bronn cursed.

Mereoleona landed behind him. “I agree. You had one job. And you couldn’t even do that.”

“You try to control that bastard brat!” Bronn snapped.

“Fine then. I was going to send you and take over here but--” Mereoleona lept away in Yami’s direction. “Good luck.”

The General watched Mereoleona go, insulted. “You Magic Knights must think so little of us to jest so freely.” He pulled more red ochre up from the earth. “I’ll rectify that and teach you what a Magic Warrior General is really capable of.”

“Oh, no.” Bronn assured. “She wasn’t joking. She just hates me that much. I assure you. There’s no need to go all out and show me anything. I know you’re scary.”

“Ha!” The General laughed. “Even the thought of my full power--”

The Shining General fell over. Bronn felt more of his mana drain away at having portaled three powerful magical attacks from elsewhere on the battlefield, directing them at the Shining General. The man had been able to sense his portals when they were close; but clearly when opened from a distance that sense was useless. The General never expected one, let alone three attacks to come at him from behind. No doubt there would be hell to pay for those Magic Warriors once the General regained consciousness. Right now, Bronn had some of his own hell to dish out.

Mereoleona landed facing Yami, sending out a blast of fire in a hundred and eighty degree arc behind her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing! Get back to the line.” At Yami’s determined expression, Mereoleona’s snapping tone became dangerous. “I swear, if you challenge me it’ll be the last thing you do.”

Yami growled but did as he was commanded.

“Bunch of Black Bulls idiots.” Mereoleona muttered.

Seeing Yami strolling sedately back, the Crimson Lions Captain created a fiery lion. It picked Yami up by the scruff of the neck and raced back behind their lines.

Yami cursed and kicked, swiping his katana at the thing the entire way. It dropped him in front of Tobin as if to tell the other Black Bull that Yami was his problem now.

“It’s a magical creation.” Tobin said, looking down at his friend. “You weren’t gonna harm it without cloaking your blade.”

“And have that She-Lion make it snap my neck. I think not.” Yami huffed.

“You got a way of pissing people off.” Tobin remarked.

“I was just going after that coward Whomalt.” Yami told.

“Don’t know who that is. Nor do care.” Tobin said. “You got to learn to obey orders or you won’t live to be promoted to Vice Captain, let alone see Teris again.”

Yami rubbed the back of his neck. He hoped Teris was having an easier time of it than he was. In all honesty, Yami was struggling. This was only the second day; but he already felt at his wits ends. Unlike a battle, the process of war was slow and tedious.

He understood they were meant to be a distraction. But if they didn’t press harder, the enemy would figure out something was up. Not to mention the lives that would be lost for nothing. Still, he did have to do better at following commands; no matter how stupid they were. If he didn’t obey, Mereoleona would put at the back of the line. Then he really would be struggling. He wouldn’t be able to bare having to stay back and watch while others fought.

Still seated on the ground, Yami looked up at Tobin. “Why are you back here?”

“Captain Heath is cycling us after a certain time no matter what.” Tobin answered.

Yami huffed. “That’s stupid.”

“Actually, I thought it pretty reasonable and smart.” Tobin said.

Yami leaned forward, forearms on his knees. “So you cycle through no matter what? Even if you’re close to knocking or taking out whoever you’re fighting?”

Tobin nodded. Leave it to Yami to bring up the one point he hadn’t liked about it all.

“Like I said. Stupid.” Yami remarked.

“Talking about yourself.” Bronn snapped, kicking at Yami.

Yami rolled out of the way and onto his knees. He pushed to his feet. Bronn grabbed him by the back of the neck. Yami tolerated it, knowing it would go much worse for him if he ducked away this time.

Yami smirked seeing how high Bronn had to reach to grasp him. His latest grow spurt had seen him taller than the Vice Captain by a good couple of inches.

Seeing Yami’s smug grin, Bronn squeezed harder, pushing him down. He hated how the little bastard still looked defiantly up at him. Once, just once Bronn wanted to give Yami Sukehiro a real lesson.

“Bronn! Let him go!” Mereoleona commanded.

Bronn gave all he had into one last squeeze before doing as ordered.

“You.” She pointed at Tobin. “Get back out there.”

“But it’s not my turn.” Tobin said.

“Are all you Black Bulls incapable of following simple commands!” Mereoleona demanded. “Get back out there!”

Tobin did as he was told, vowing that he wasn’t going to be the one to get into trouble with Captain Heath over this.

Mereoleona turned to Bronn. “You too.”

“I used nearly all I had--”

“Nearly.” Mereoleona cut in. “Come back when you’ve used it all.”

Bronn sneered at Yami before heading back to the front of the line.

“What am I going to do with you?” Mereoleona asked Yami. “I can see why Jax and Julius like you. But you’re certainly not one of mine. You’re difficult. Unpredictable. And will endanger lives if you go on like this. I can’t have that.”

“I--”

“Shut up!’ Mereoleona snarled.

Yami clamped his mouth shut knowing what was coming. But if he argued his case it would only further Mereoleona’s belief that she was right.

“You’re to stay back here until I say otherwise. Give the others rations. Drink. Anything they need. I see you out there before I tell you to go and I’ll send you back to Headquarters in disgrace. You understand me.”

“Yes, sir.” Yami grumbled.

Mereoleona softened the slightest bit. As a fighter herself, she understood Yami’s desire to push harder and not just keep the line. But those weren’t their orders.

“I don’t do this as punishment.” She told. “Not that you don’t deserve one. I’m doing it for our benefit, including yours. Learn this lesson quickly and prove to me you can obey. Who knows, maybe in a day or two I’ll let you back out there.”

“A day or two!” Yami exclaimed.

“You got a problem with that!” Mereoleona barked. What was it with these damned Black Bulls challenging everything?

“Sir.” Yami growled his acceptance, having a very big problem with it.

68.3

Alowishus crumpled the parchment he had just deciphered and read. He turned, scowling at the skull on the shelf behind his desk; as if it had created this mess that endangered all of his plans. Looking away from the skull in disgust, Alowishus roared. “Calen!”

“Master!” Calen entered in a rush ready for anything. Seeing no threat he relaxed somewhat. “Yes, Master?”

“Gather the Agents. Call our nearest forces back.” Alowishus ordered.

Calen bowed. “Yes, Master.”

“Have someone else do it. I want you right back.” Alowishus told.

Calen bowed once more. He exited and relayed his Master’s commands, noticing how some of the others looked at him. Specifically Slade and Himmel who had grown increasingly jealous over his rise in their Master’s favor since Erskin’s death. Not that Calen cared. He lived to serve the Master. Not make friends. Reentering Alowishus’ private sanctuary, Calen bowed once more and waited, watching his Master pace.

“Those fools!” Alowishus threw out a hand, a fast rolling black cloud left his fingertips. It hit a wooden cabinet and the stone wall behind it.

Calen flinched as both turned to ash. At the shift in weight, the stone above the missing section cracked. The sound a loud echoing clap of thunder.

It was rare to see Alowishus use his true, natural magic. The remnant of magic that remained in the anatomy he replaced via corpse magic offered him enough power that he rarely needed to. There was also the fact that Alowishus’ death magic was an omega force that was both powerful and permanent.

If the wall and furniture had been a human, even one with a full mana cloak, they would’ve been reduced to the same pile of dust. Just being around Alowishus while he was cloaked in mana would slowly wither and decay a person. Calen had no idea how Julius Nova had managed to battle the Master for as long as he had without showing signs of ill effect.

“That prideful child of a King has declared war against the Diamond Kingdom.” Alowishus explained, turning to Calen. “And that weak fool Sir Jorah has done nothing to stop it. Yami and Teris have been sent to war. Our hope for the next existence is in danger.”

Calen blinked, horrified. Unlike his predecessor, he was careful to show Alowishus’ wife the respect she was due, at least when in front of the Master.

Carefully, Calen questioned. “Lady Ellara could not effect the King or Wizard King to change their minds or end their life?”

“You think she wouldn’t have done so if she had the chance? I told her to be careful. Not to take any unnecessary risks. She must remain above suspicion. Her being present to oversee the next steps leading up to Yami’s time are of vital importance.”

“But that means nothing if they die while fighting some war.” Calen said, emotion getting the better of him.

“Which is why she took the risk to send a letter informing me.” Alowishus said, dangerously.

Hearing his Master's temper, Calen lowered his head. “Of course, Master. I meant no disrespect to the esteemed Lady Ellara.”

It would serve no purpose to become cross with the man, Alowishus thought. He was a hard enough taskmaster as it was. The promise he had sold these fools would see his own aims met. But for that, he had to play the part.

“I know you didn’t. The situation is a disturbing one.” Alowishus said, truthfully.

“If I may ask, what do you plan to do?”

“Send teams to guard Yami and Teris from afar. And pay a personal visit to King Morris.”

“But, Master! The last time you and Morris King saw one another he said he would kill you on sight.”

Alowishus laughed bitterly. “Do you truly believe Morris or anyone else on this earth is capable of killing Death?”

“N—no.” Calen answered, afraid he had insulted his Master.

“You show your care for me in worrying so. But you also show how little you think of your Master.”

“Master! I would never--”

“It’s alright. I will soon show you what Death is truly capable of. And if Morris challenges me, then you will see a glimpse all the sooner.”

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Fuegoleon looked up at Beast refusing to be intimated. The name, though not creative, suited the man. Beast had to be nearly seven feet tall. He was built like a mountain, his muscles seeming to have muscles. Though Fuegoleon had seen a number of men who were bigger than Tobin Giantsbane and Yami Sukehiro, he had never seen a person that made the two Black Bulls seem small. Till now.

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Au (Young) prince jon pertwee x reader

Warnings: non

Paring : (young) jon pertwee x reader

Words : 5,840

Im sorry its so long i lost track of wrighting please do excuse me for any spelling mistakes and if its written weird this was writing over the span of three weeks because i also had to do my job in between, but i hope you enjoy reading and please let me know what you think 😊💖

Notes : reader is invited to a court presatation because she turned 18 and is of noble blood after the court presentation she can go to royal/noble balls/parties to look for a suitable husband. (Debutante dress = is a court presatation dress in case you are wondering) i tried to make it as acurate as posseble But i make things up here and there. This Plays somewhere between the late 1890s and the early 1910s. Y/n her family is really kind to their friends, servants and other people of lower class.

Other info : (m/f/n) mother 's friend name.... (P/s/n) Personal servant name

Y/n was sitting in the library of their mension reading when she heared her mother call her

"Y/n i have news for you" her mother walked in.

"What is it mother?" Asked y/n while placing her book that she was reading on the table

"I just got a letter from the Queen she invited us for the next up coming court presatation in the Buckingham palace"

"Oh really and what has it to do with me?"

"Wel now that you turned 18 you are oficialy of age now to look for a husband" her mother said smiling "And after the Court presentation you wil be able to go to royal parties, balls and banquets"

Y/n stood up "when is the presentation?'

"The ceremony begines around 2:00 thill 3:00 pm march 30th" awnserd her mother

"And what do i have to do now its februari 28th mother i have a whole month"

"Well" said her mother "we have to try Debutante dresses choose shoes and accessoires plus you need to practice."

"Practice what?"

"To precent yourself of course" said her mother

"Mother do i really have to"

"Yes dear you know your father and i exept the way you are but the Queen does not"

"Alright lets choose a dress first"

Y/n sighed "fine"

(You can Choose one of the dresses above)

After a whole day of trying on dresses y/n finaly found the one including the shoes

"Mother is it alright that i go to bed im extremly tired" asked y/n

"Sure my dear good night" said her mom

"Good night mother" said y/n while walking up the stairs to her bedroom

While walking past her fathers studdy she saw him sitting there reading trough some papers.

"Hello father how was your day today?" She asked while walking in

"Oh hello y/n it was alright I got the news from your mother that you are invited to the court presatation"

"Yes indeed im kinda nervous" y/n said while twirling her fingers

"Oh nothing to worry about dear if you practice good you will be able to get trough it"

"Thanks father im going to bed now i have been fitting dresses the whole day im really tired now" she said while giving her father a kiss on the forehead

"Good night dear"

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The next morning y/n woke up early and prepared her self to get ready for breakfast

"Good morning y/n" said her mother

"Morning" she replied

"Did you sleep wel dear?"

"Yes i did" smiled y/n and sat at the head of the table and started to eat

"Ready to choose the right accessoires today y/n?"

"Oh yes mother im looking forward to it" she said smiling

After breakfast y/n And her mother went to her parents bedroom, her mother walked up to a big wooden closet and opend the doors On one of the shelves was a soft pink box, She grabed it and went to y/n.

"In this box are some accessoires that you can chose from, these wer worn by my mother and myself at our first court presatations" she grabed the white gloves out of the box and gave them to y/n

Y/n looked in the box and saw a pearl choker a smal tiara a big diamond necklace and a hand fan plus veil with ostrich feathers.

"This is what i wore at the time" said her mother She set the box on the bed and grabed the chocker and put it around y/n's neck next she grabed the biger necklace "this bigger one wore my mother as wel and her mother before that" she clasped the necklace around y/n her neck as wel. Her mother smiled at y/n and looked in the full length mirror She grabed the tiara and placed it on her head

"you look so mutch like me when i wore that".

"when will i have to practes mother?".

"Next week dear"

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March 9th

Today y/n would go to practes her presatation a friend of her mother would come and help her.

When afternoon came around her mother brought her friend in

"y/n you remember (mother best friend name)"

"Oh yes i do"

"Oh Look at you, you look so mutch like your mother it was just like yesterday that i hold you for the first time" she gave y/n a big hug

"Shal we go and practice now?" Asked her mother

Everything was set up for the practice, two chairs a long big rug and there wer some servants of the house who wer there to help. Y/n wore a dress kinda similar to a debutant dress but it was for practice

"Alright y/n when you present yourself to the Queen you have to bow, how does it go you come trough that door you walk over to us and bow but not a normal bow you get really low your knee almost toutch the ground kiss your mother her hand after that while you get up gracefully you grab the train of your dress again and put it over the same arm like you had before you walked in and walk out of the room. We wil be practicing the up comming 2 weeks so that you wil do it correct" said the (m/f/n).

Y/n nodded "good". Y/n walked out of the room to the door one of her personal servants was waiting

"I bet that you wil do it good y/n" said (p/s/n) he/she smiled at her.

(P/s/n) grabed the court train from y/n her arm and placed it behind her, y/n stood up straight a fake bouqet of arteficial flowers in hand, she walked out of the room not to fast and not to slow, y/n walked to her mother grabed her hand and went in a bow she kisses her mothers hand then she let go and reached for her court train she tried to stand up But the lost balance and fell over.

"are you alright dear?" Asked her mother

"Oh yeah im alright how did i do for the first time?"

"That was pretty good for the first time you looked like a natural" said her (m/f/n)

"Should i try again?" Asked y/n

"Sure dear you did wel but you have to work on your balance" said her mother giving y/n a soft smile

Y/n tried over and over again to do it right but everytime she tried to stand up the fell over because she could not keep her balance y/n her mother stood up from her chair and walked over to her daughter

"Y/n are you alright" asked her mother

"Yes" said y/n while wiping her tears away "im just so disapointed in myself, i can't even do a simple thing like standing up gracefully"

(M/f/n) walked over "we just keep practcing we have two more weeks to go"

"Lets have some tea and take a break"

Y/n was about to stand up but fell down again "i have enough now!" She took off her heels and trew them to the other side of the room but while the heels wer thrown the heel of the left shoe broke off

(P/s/n) walked to get the shoe and turned around "look y/n i think this i why you kept falling over" she showed them the shoe

"Lucky enough are those shoes for practice" said (m/f/n)

"Yes indeed"

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March 30th

Finaly the day came of the court presatation y/n was dressed up in her gown and had her bouqet of flowers conciderd out of

White Lisianthus, White Gypsophila, White/Green Monte Casino Asters, Pink Hydrangea, Pink roses, pink astibe, dust miller.

they wer absolutly beautyfull, she walked up to their cariage and sat down, her mother was also dressed up in a presatation gown.

"Are you ready for today y/n?"

"Yes mother" y/n smiled

They arived at the Buckingham palace, y/n got up and grabed her court train and got out her mother followed. there were many young man and ladys who were present and walked in trough the big doors her mother linked y/n her arm trough hers and followed the other people.

When they came in to a big hall women wer lined up and all the men went in to the drawing room of the palace, they lined up behind the other women y/n was kinda nervous and her mother saw that.

"Y/n are you alright dear?"

"Im just nervous mother"

Her mother smiled and squeesed y/n her hand "oh sweety its Alright take a deep breath"

About 30 minuts later it was y/n her turn a royal servant took the train from y/n her arm and placed it behind her, Their name was called out by one of the servants "may i present to you (y/m/n) and y/n (l/n)"

her mother went with her in to the drawing room nobel men,women and the king and queen wer ther y/n walked gracefully head held high steady steps her mother bowed and so did y/n, y/n grabed the hand of the Queen and kissed it and then let go, she grabbed the train of her dress placed it over her arm and stood up and walked out of the drawing room with her mother. Y/n let go of a breath and smiled "you did so wel sweetheart" her mother said to her.

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April 13th

About 2 weeks later they got an other invatation

"Y/n we got an other letter dear its for an invatation to a ball at Buckingham palace" said her mother

Her father sat in his chair reading the news paper "when is it (y/m/n)?"

"In a week she replied"

Y/n sat up straight "in a week? then i have to chose my accessoires" she stood up and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Once in her bedroom she opend the closet and grabed a box with all kind of accessoires, tiara's, necklace's, wristbands, earings. And many more. Then she remembered the box she got for her 18th birthday. Y/n placed the box back in her clossed and grabbed the one she got for her birthday, she had not opend it yet because her mother had said that its for her first ball

In the box was a pair of white shoes, a tiara/crown, a diamond necklace and a pearl choker with a pink quartz/diamond, a pair of diamond pearl earing, a diamond opal bracelet and a carnete de ball handfan.

Her mother walked in "you like it y/n?" She asked smiling softly while sitting next to her on the bed

"Oh its loveley" said y/n with tears in her eyes

"Tomorow we are going to fit dresses and you can choose whatever design of dress you like"

Y/n stood up and did a twirl oh "i can't wait for the ball" she grabbed her mothers hand and twirled her around as wel and started to giggle, her mother smiled and said "you just look so mutch like me when i got the invatation i was so exited and thats how i met your father",

"You met father at your first ball? Wow it sounds like a real fairytail" y/n had a dreamy look in her eyes.

The next day y/n and her mother went to fit dresses for the ball many girls war walking in and out of the store, they walked in and looked at the dresses they lined the walls all kind of colors purple, pink, yellow, blue and manny more. One of the workers of the shop walked up to them and asked "hello welkom to our shop how can i help you"

"Wel we are looking for a dress for my daughter She's going to her first ball"

"I see, follow me" said the employe

Hours went by and y/n just could not find the right dress when she walked in to an other room she saw other ball gowns, she walked back to her mother "mother i have seen some dresses in the other room can we please look at them?" Her mother nodded

After fitting more dresses y/n finaly found the perfect dress

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April 20th

The day of the ball

Everybody was ready the cariage was waiting to take them to Buckingham palace y/n her parents were waiting for their daughter. Y/n was still getting ready with the help of (p/s/n). "You look absolutely beautyfull y/n" she placed the tiara on y/n her head

"Thank you (p/s/n)" smiled y/n she stood up and walked out of her bedroom " take the evening off you deserve it and thanks for helping (p/s/n)" y/n walked down the stairs out of the door, Y/n took her seat and the cariage went on its way.

When they arived at the palace there wer many people just like at the court presatation she saw many other cariages. Y/n her parents got out of the cariage when they got out then her father hold out his hand and y/n grabed it helping her out she stood next to her father and he smiled "You look so mutch like your mother" y/n blushed "thank you father"

Her mother put her hand on y/n her shoulder "y/n remember the hand fan that was in the box" y/n nodded "Good wel when you have danced with a person you note their name on the hand fan in that case you wil know who is who"

After her mother was done explaining they went inside the palace they followed the music manny young men and women were on the ballroom floor dancing some wer drinking some wine on the side. Y/n followed her parents to a group of people who wer chatting with echoter. They introduced y/n to some of the males in the group her parents wer already deep in conversation that they din't see a man walking up to her he bowed to y/n and asked "may i have this dance madam?" Y/n replied "yes of course" he took her hand and leaded her to the ballroom floor

He had brown curly hair blue eyes and a kind face he was wearing a suit with medals and golden trims

"Whats your name?" she asked

"My name is John Devon Roland de Perthuis de Laillevault but you can call me jon for short miss, but whats the name of this beautyfull women in front of me?" Jon asked smiling.

"My name is y/n l/n" she replied with a smile

"A beautyfull name for a beautyfull women"

When they arived on the ball room floor the music started to play again he placed his right hand on her hip and the left on her shoulder. Y/n her left hand grabbed her skirt and her right hand grabbed jon's left hand, and they started to dance to the walz.

"You are really great at the walz miss y/n i never met someone who could dance as good as you"

"Oh thank you" blushes y/n

When the dance ended jon wished her goodbye but then she relised "wait!" she went after him

"Yes?" He turned around

"How Do you spell your full name?" She asked blushing

Jon laughed "shall i write it down for you?"

Y/n nodded and gave him her hand fan and pencil "will i see you again?" She asked

"Of course" he gave her the pencil and hand fan back,"see you later miss y/l/n" he said with a smile and he walked away.

A few minutes later a man with blond hair and blue eyes walked up to her

"May i have this dance please?" He bowed

"Yes of course" she replied and put her hand in his.

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About a few hours later y/n had a few names on her hand fan wich included

Peter Malcolm Gordon Moffett, Thomas Stewart Baker, Percy James Patrick Kent-Smith, David John McDonald,

She walked back to her parents who wer standing on the side talking with some people

"Ah y/n there you are are you enjoying your self" her father asked

"Yes im enjoying myself" she smiled

"May i see your hand fan dear?"asked her mother

Y/n gave her the hand fan and her mother looked over the names then she saw a name of somone really important "y/n dear have you danced with John Devon Roland de Perthuis de Laillevault?" Her mother asked in a hussed tone

"Um is something wrong with that?"

"No not at all but do you know who that is?" Y/n shook her head "y/n he's a prince you have dance with one of the royals"

Sundenly it clicked she had danced with a royal, a prince non the less

Her mother gave y/n back her hand fan " you can go and get something to drink dear" her mother smiled and turned back to the people who she was talking with

Y/n walked way to the table to get something to drink

"Miss y/l/n" she turned around hearing somone saying her last name, when she turned around there stood jon smiling at her "Hello" she said smiling sofly.

"going for a drink i see" jon also grabbed a glass from the table and took a sip

She nodded while looking around the ball room "I really do enjoy my first ball but my feet hurt from dancing" she giggled

Jon took the last sip from his wine glass "follow me i wanna show you something"

Y/n followed after jon up to the the grand stairs they went to the first floor to the east wing of the palace, jon hold open the door to the center room "we are here" y/n looked around the room "um jon i really don't want to be rude but i should not be here" she looked doen grabbing her skirt with one hand

Jon walked to the balcony doors And opend them, he than walked back over to y/n " why not? I mean im here im aloud to be here so are you" he grabed her hand sofly. She looked up and gave a soft smile. Jon grined and walked her over to the balcony "the sky is beautyfull tonight" jon said looking up, she followed his gaze to the sky and she lost her breath "its beautyfull", jon grabed a chair and set it down for y/n "please do sit down and rest your feet"

Y/n sat down and jon walked back in to get an other chair she took off her shoes and start to rub her feet "I think i have blisters on my feet" she said gigeling. Jon came back with the chair and sat down next to her "are you alright?" "Hmm yeah i am" she turned to face him "are you sure?". "Yeah but i don't think im going to dance for a month" y/n laughed and jon joined in. "I never met someone like you, you are not like most women i met at this ball and other parties". "Is that a good thing or?". "I mean it in a good way don't worry".

Y/n and jon chat for an other hour when y/n said "Jon what time is it?". "one moment" jon stood up went to look at the grand clock then she heared the chimes of big ben and she counted them "1.....2.....3.....4.....5.....6......7.....8....9...10...11....12 its mid night i should go my parents said we would leave at 12" y/n stood up and grabed her shoes and put them on "should i escort you to your carriage?". "Yeah sure" jon offered y/n her arm and walked her down the stairs people wer leaving and some wer wispering among them selfs while they saw the prince walk down the stairs with a women who they din't really know.

They walked outside to the carriage. "Y/n there you are" said her mother, she bowed down to jon "your highness" jon held up his hand "there is no need for that" he smiled. Jon looked at y/n her father "your daughter is quite a special one". "What did you do y/n?". "She did nothig wrong don't worry". "Let's go home its late and i bet that y/n is really tired". Y/n her mother climbed in to the carriage and then her father followed. "Wil we see echoter again?" Asked y/n "i know we wil" jon said smiling.

Y/n sat in the carriage as wel next to the carriage stood a big flower pot with red roses he plucked one and gave it to her. "Thank you" she smiled. "Until next time" He bowed. The carriage rode away jon waved after her and so did y/n. She sat back down once jon was out of sight. "So what did you two do?" Asked her father. " nothig we sat and talked". "But where did you go we could not see you anywere". "We went to the center room i had to sit down because my feet hurt". "I see, wel you can take a rest tomorow" her mother smiled.

Once home y/n walked up the stairs to her bedroom and started to dress for bed after she was done she got under the blankets and fell asleep dreaming of jon.

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A few weeks later..

Y/n was sitting outside in her back garden reading a book when she heared the sound of horses and the weels of a carriage then it stoped wich means it had stoped before their house then she heared her mother call "y/n would you see who that is dear?". "Yes of course!" Y/n placed her book aside and stood up she walked down the path next to the house wich was shaded by trees and bushes.

When y/n got to the front of the house there stood the carriage but not any carriage but the royal carriage. lackey opend the door and shouted "may i present to you his royal highness John Devon Roland de Perthuis de Laillevault!" After his name was anounced jon stepped out and looked around when then his eyes fell on y/n " hello y/n its great to see you again" he said while walking up to her. " jon what are you doing here? How did you find my adress?" She asked smiling "i had to ask my parents for your aderess" he said while rubing his neck. Y/n smiled and grabed his hand "come with me i'll show you the way to the garden" going down the same path jon had to duck to avoid the tree branches.

when they got in the back garden y/n her parents wer sitting drinking some tea "mother, father look who's here" her parents looked up "your highness" said her mother "please just call me jon" he said smiling "please do sit down" y/n her father gestured at a chair "I will get some more tea" y/n went inside. "So Jon tell us why are you here?". "Wel after the ball and a few weeks after that i could not take my mind of your daughter" y/n her mother smiled "I understand". "and i want to get to know her better and start a relationship". "What do you think y/m/n?". "I give my consent" she said smiling. "So do i" her husband said.

When y/n came back with the tea and sat down "y/n I have a question for you". "Yes what is it jon?". "I was wondering if we could start a relationship with echoter because i just haven't been abel to get you out of my mind". Y/n smiled and grabed his hand "I would love to" her parents smiled at them when they looked at jon and y/n sitting there they saw them self when they wer younger.

Jon stayed the night over at their house in the guest room wich was next to y/n's, jon was staring at the seling when he heared a knok on the bedroom door, jon got out of bed and walked to the door and opend it, there stood y/n in a night gown and a candel labra "hello" she smiled "hello y/n whats wrong?", "I could not sleep what about you?", "me neither i was just staring at nothing" he grined, "may i come in?", "yes sure". y/n walked in and put the candel labra on the bed side table and walked to the balcony doors And opend them

"I readed in the news paper that there would be shooting stars tonight" y/n walked outside to sit on the chairs who stood on the balcony, jon walked outside and sat down next to her. "Look!", jon looked up in shock at the sky but when he looked up he saw stars shooting trough the sky it was absolutly beautyfull, y/n was in aw Jon looked from the sky back at y/n she was absolutly beautyfull her eyes glinsterd like stars. About an hour y/n fell asleep, jon picked her up and braught her back to her own room he placed her in bed he blowed out the candels and went back to his own room and fell asleep on his bed

The next day they all had breakfast with echoter "would you all mind comming back with me to Buckingham palace to meet my parents?" Jon asked "oh i would love to, can we please go?" "Yes sure dear" her mother smiled

After breakfast y/n and her parents prepared them self to go back to Buckingham palace with jon, jon was waiting for them to get ready y/n was the one who was done first she walked down the stairs towarts jon he held his arm out to her and she took it a "I just can't wait to meet your parents" she said while leaning her head on his shoulder". a few minuts later y/n her parents also came from the stairs they walked outside to the carriage that was waiting for them the lackey opend the door and let them in jon held out his hand to help her in the carriage. She sat down and jon sat next to her and her parents went to sit opposite them.

After the carriage arived at Buckingham palace jon his parents wer waiting for them once they stept out they aproced jon's parents. "Father mother this is y/n y/l/n and these are her parents y/f/n and y/m/n" y/n her parents bowed and so did y/n. "Its so Nice to meet you" jon his mother said. "Its an honor to meet you your highness". "Oh no need to be so formal just call me Avice, this is my husband roland". " Its Nice to meet you" he kissed y/n her hand and did the same to her mother and shook her fathers hand. "please follow us to the white drawing room" they followed them and sat down on the coutch "our son has been talking a lot about you sinds the ball". "Only good things i hope" y/n giggled. Jon's mother smiled she knew that she's the perfect girl for her son.

After they talked jon and y/n went to the garden of the palace and went to take a walk "your parents are so Nice" smiled y/n while they walked past the lake y/n looked at the water when her eyes fell on something "jon look ducks" he followed her gaze "would you like to sit down?" y/n nodded jon took off his jacked and layed it on the ground "My lady" he said grinning "thank you" she giggled back. "Its so peacefull here" jon humed in respond.

That night everybody went to bed y/n went to her guest room that was located next to jon's while her parents bedroom was opposite of them. What they din't know was that when y/n and jon had been outside early that day they wer talking about the relationship of their children and that if they would get maried they would exept it because that they could get along so wel.

The next few months went like this And later on they would stay for a week at echoters house.

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Jon's parents decided to give a outside party at Buckingham palace it was warm outside and the sky was blue. A big picknick was prepared in the afternoon, people war enjoying them self music was playing some people wer dancing. Jon stood up "shal we go for a little walk?" He asked while holding his hand out for y/n to take "yes of course" she placed her hand in his jon helped her up, "its so Nice that your parents invited our family's" smilled y/n "wel i heared that there is someone who will make a big announcement" jon said. " Oh really? I dint know that do you know who the person is who's going to make the announcement?" Jon shook his head "no i don't know".

When they got back jon's father saw that he came back with y/n from the walk he tapt his wife on the shoulder "avice, think its the best moment now that jon makes the announcement" his wife nodded "i think he knows when to do it darling" jon came back they had they had a secret sign jon nodded to his father wich ment that he is ready roland stood up "dear ladies and gentlemen there is someone with is who would like to make an announcement" he gesures to his son. Jon "yes like my father said i would like to make an announcement" he turned to y/n "y/n the day sinds i met you on the night of the ball i knew we would go wel togetter, and with all those months that i have known you those wer the best months of my life And thats why i want to ask an important question" jon went down on his knee and pulled out a red velvet box with a ring "dear y/n l/n Do you want to be my wife?" Y/n had tears in her eyes and her hand over her mouth, everybody was looking at her waiting for the awnser. "YES! a milion times YES!" everybody started clapping and cheering. Y/n huged jon, he spun her around and hold her close.

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The day of the wedding

Y/n woke up early to get prepared for her special day. taking A bath, fitting her dress, do her hair and make up, jon also prepared him self they could not see echoter thill the wedding. Y/n her mother in law walked up to her with a box "this is for you my dear" she handed her the box, y/n opend it in the box was a beautyfull tiara with diamonds and pearls "I wore this on my wedding day now i want you to have it" avice grabed the tiara and put it on y/n her head "so now you look like a real princess". "Oh before i forget" avice grabed an other box and handed y/n a piece of paper it readed "big congatulations to the new couple, here is my wedding gift to you, Greatings from the Queen of England" she opend the box and there was a diamond necklace with a diamond heart. "Its absolutly gorgeous" she clasped the necklace around her neck.

Y/n her mother walked in "Oh sweetheart you look absolutely beautyfull", "thanks mother", "we have two more hours thill the wedding". Y/n nodded and smiled "I can't believe im going to get maried" she cried happy tears Her mother huged her "Oh darling we are so proud of you our little girl".

Jon got in his cariage with his and y/n her father 30 minuts before y/n did and they left for Westminster Abbey. People wer standing on the side of the road waving at them. 30 minuts later y/n got in her own cariage together with her mother and mother in law, "im so nervous", " don't worry dear you wil get trough this". When they arived they went to a separate room 10 more minuts before the wedding started. Jon stood at the altar waiting for her with his parents next to them, people sat down in their chairs. There wer so many people friends, family, nobels and royals. Music started to play wich indicated that the wedding had started y/n took her father's arm and he walked her down the aisle. The music stoped when y/n stood at the altar

The priest spoke"Welcome friends, family and nobles today we have gathered to tie the knot between these two young lovers, John Devon Roland de Perthuis de Laillevault and (your full name)", please repeat after me.

"I, (Bride/Groom), take (you/thee) (Groom/Bride), to be my (wife/husband), to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us."

"I, John Devon Roland de Perthuis de Laillevault, take (your full name), to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us."

He grabed the ring and put it on y/n her finger

"I, (your full name), take John Devon Roland de Perthuis de Laillevault, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us."

Y/n did the same and put the ring on jon his finger as wel

"Now that you both have committed yourselves to one another and to your Holy Union through the sacred vows that you have taken and by the giving and receiving of these rings, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride"

Jon kissed y/n and everybody stood up and clapped for the bride and groom, jon and y/n walked down the aisle the bells wer ringing sending the newly wedd couple on their way people outside wer cheering for them. Y/n and jon walked down the stairs to the carriage that was waiting for them.

it was pulled by four white horses, they got in and sat down they rode away people linned the streets clapping and cheering flower peddals wer thrown it was absolutly beautyfull. Jon and y/n kissed as they rode back to the palace

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A few years later y/n and jon welcomed a beautyfull girl named Dariel de Perthuis de Laillevault and boy named sean de Perthuis de Laillevault in the world

And they lived happy ever after

The end

I hope you enjoyed reading im sorry its so long 😅

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-slides into your dms- tell me about your vessel ocs!!!! Whose your favorite. Everyone has a favorite even if they don't like to admit it! And is it ok if I draw them interacting with my vessel ocs?

HHfngfh gh i’m,,, thank you for this ask i’m dying,, i will absolutely go off if you dont mind me taking this chance!! ft doodles!! because i can!! and you absolutely can draw them with yours i will probably cry and definitely draw interactions back udfkfhvdf;;

some of this i may have mentioned in other posts but i cant for the life of me keep track of what ive put here compared to the discord so! i’m just going to fact dump! and put under a cut so i don’t completely fill peoples’ dashes shkfd

first is gonna be spindle since. i love them. theyre probably my favourite. and also the first i made. theyre just babie

they really are just babey,,

kind of accidentally an endless source of lifeblood which is a long story but its not.. very fun. to be constantly covered in plants. by adulthood most of their torso and one of their limbs is almost completely replaced/encased in plant matter

they take this pretty well actually. even if it gets a lot harder to move

for a vessel they grew up to full size much quicker than others of their kind, likely due to the lifeblood’s properties, but really nobody has much of a clue. didnt have time to get used to their size and still has VERY bad spatial awareness

broke their horn tip by smacking it on a low ceiling hkfdnfbdmvdf

plants bursting out of their shell and eye have pretty badly damaged it, and they can’t see out of the broken eye

theyre trying their hardest!! always!! they can’t move around very well and sometimes get lonely sitting at home in dirtmouth but they’re friendly to just about anybody and have so much love to give

seriously they dont even eat but they like to make sure they have food and drink at home in case anyone drops in and needs it

they’ve never been able to fight, and shy away from violence or combat in all forms

very scared of the dark and carries a lantern with them at all times, usually around their neck

discharges excess lifeblood into soil and grows a garden from it - keeps it from overtaking their body any further, and it’s something to do

not the best at communicating since a wood arm makes signing stiff and tricky, but they’re not much of a talker (signer?) anyway

then we have scratch n thimble who are kinda twins but not really. yeah those are matching scarves they are Bros (sibs??)

scratch FIGHTS THINGS and USES A REAL BIG NAIL

the biggest of all my vessel ocs, just in general. a big and strong friend

made it to the palace but got tossed for starting to care too much and takin a blow for another sibling. saved thimble from dying down there too and they were absolutely inseparable since

really just the embodiment of the ‘you befriended x! x would now die for you’ meme not gonna lie

has almost literally died for Multiple siblings n friends before but they wouldn’t let them. which is, a good thing

too reckless for their own good especially in their younger years but thankfully mellows out quite a bit by adulthood

tries to keep up a strong stoic front but also doesnt hesitate to abandon it if needed. theyre big soft really (they wont admit it tho)

has The Biggest soft spot for kids do not let them tell you otherwise

fought for the sake of it in the colosseum for many years before Stuff And Things involving yet another vessel happened and they kinda trashed the place and never went back

their nail is about as big and heavy as their entire body and they’re surprisingly good at using it for something so unwieldy. could probably crush most bugs just by virtue of it being So Damn Big

spends a lot of time when grown at the howling cliffs keeping an eye on those travelling into the kingdom, and deterring those with malicious intent

they got that eye wound from their sibling… it was technically an accident. they still don’t talk about it though

contrary to their twin thimble is the smallest vessel (as a babby at least - they do end up standing taller than spin and ruth when fully grown)

they have the very unfortunate problem of their shade having fused with void tendrils from the abyss sea as a babby

as such their shade is very violent and kinda has a habit of literally bursting out their shell and lashing out at anything around them under stress

eventually they get a handle on it and learn to control the literally overflowing void inside them but until then their entire life is pretty much a big clusterfuck of trying not to kill people, which they hate

they’re very timid and shy and cling to familiar figures (especially scratch) probably too much, but strike out on their own much more growing up

theyre very strong and capable, moreso than most magic users, but you wouldn’t guess it. the only time they’d even consider showing it is in another’s defense

uses void tendrils like extra limbs. very functional! can hold many things (or offer many hugs) at once. may be slightly slimy though.

their cloak is very long and would probably benefit from being trimmed shorter but they absolutely refuse to let anyone touch it. its kinda grimy at this point and they trip a lot but don’t do anything about it

friends with a bunch of mossflies they picked up in the gardens! they all have names

can communicate with other void-creatures by sharing some of their own void! this was discovered entirely by accident but very useful, if awkward to explain

sure they’re kinda timid and like being on their lonesome, but they’re also very level-headed and friendly, and get along very well with low-energy quieter sorts of people especially

ruth is a small vessel rn/as far as i’ve worked out a timeline for! i know what they look like big but as far as the content on this blog currently goes theyre just .. smal

actual infant. hadnt actually been wandering out of the abyss that long before being dragged up to the colosseum to fight for sport

really doesnt have much of a clue how to act at first, other than ‘stab things before they stab you’

their name comes from ‘ruthless’, a nickname they got in the colosseum because they literally did not (appear to) give two shits whether they lived or died in battle. they’d just come back, anyway

scratch was the one that found them flinging a nail around and immediately went ‘oh thats a baby. this is bad, actually’

for the first short while of freedom scratch is the only one they’ll let even get close to them, and pretty much clings to them relentlessly. not a moments rest

they were actually pretty badly infected by the time they were broken out but theyre better now (another long story)

doesn’t have a natural cloak - it was ripped out and never grew back in. they make do though! their ‘new’ one was made from part of scratch’s that they ripped off and fixed together. they love it more than anything

once they actually figured out not everyone was out to kill them they stopped fighting back, and became a lot more curious and lively in general

still has a very warped and guarded sense of trust, however

kinda iffy around weapons and reacts badly to confrontation but does eventually learn to fight again (just.. in a better way)

pretty short even when grown, and going by height alone is the shortest when they’re all big

likes picking up pretty trinkets and things and carrying them around. has a few tied to their horns (as well as many pockets)

i have just now decided that spite counts as well! they dont actually survive to adulthood in any timeline i have currently (sorry spite) so big spite is entirely a theoretical but theyre fun to draw so

now spite? spite wins the babiest baby award

has one single braincell that bounces around their shell like a windows screensaver

their name indicates they are capable of feeling any negative emotion or hatred which is entirely untrue. by the time this was figured out they already wouldn’t answer to anything else

absolutely no sense of self-preservation or common sense. they are, in most regards, a very cute and very stupid dog

got lost on their way out of the abyss the first time around, ended up in the lighthouse and met friend mori!! was almost caught but eventually smuggled out and away

spent a lot of the time on the run in city of tears with said friend who was pretty much presumed dead by then. got taken in by a family, enjoyed themselves for a while

…but were eventually caught and thrown right back into the abyss along with mori killing them both for real this time. unfortunately.

cut to MANY years later and oops! their shade fused with the corpse and for some ungodly reason theyre both alive. time for the worst buddy comedy ever ft. literal pile of goop and body parts

spite does not seem to know nor care that theyre dead however

mostly happy to sit up there on mori’s shell and nap for hours at a time or fiddle with literally anything in reach. give them a cool rock and they’ll be entertained for hours. they are but a simple creacher

they do actually eventually learn to use a nail but who’s idea was it to give a child a sword. seriously i just wanna talk

#crazandlion #asks #if you actually read this far i would kill and die for you this took me 3 hours to write #and i think it was maybe worth it #hdfkfdvkjfdhvdhf #it was good to gather my thoughts on em i guess? hell yeah #tthank you;;#my ocs #spindle #thimble #scratch #ruth #spite #this was such a great ask to get i am still reeling i. yes #ohyes!! one last reminder theyre all agender/nb and if you gender them on purpose i'll break ur knees (they/them for all please)#(jk but i will correct you)

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aqinox · 5 years

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The Cottage

Title: The Cottage

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Prinxiety

Word Count: 2898

Triggers: None

"We really shouldn't be here" Virgil murmured as he kicked at a pebble on the grass floor.

"Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion" Roman shot back, his wings weaving around a bit to avoid being injured by the branches that surrounded them. Virgil scoffed at this remark, glaring at him.

"Roman, why does it matter if we find our old cottage anyways? It's not like we left anything of importance in there-" He tried, looking around the dark forest he used to know like the back of his hand. Now though, a couple hundred years later, he could barely recognize it.

"For memories sake! Aren't you curious to see what's become of it?"

"Not really" Virgil murmured "It's probably in shambles at this point" He pointed out, still trying to discourage Roman from going in any deeper. What if something happened in here? What if one of them got attacked, or fell off a cliff? They don't even have phone service to call emergency services. Finally, Roman seemed to be taking Virgil's worries into consideration. He slowed down and looked over at his husband.

"Virgil, we've lived for hundreds of years, and we lived through so much shit. Something like this is nothing compared to what we've been through in the past" Roman said, voice soft and reassuring. Virgil bit at his lip and let out a sigh.

"I know Ro, but... I still worry. Now that we have all of these tools in our palm, I'm scared we'll die because of something fucking dumb, you know? I can't lose you after everything we fought just to preserve our lives and love" Virgil admitted, glancing at the forest floor, tugging gently at his hoodie sleeves. He heard Roman fondly sigh, and his head was gently tilted up. There he found Roman looking at him with a clear, loving gaze.

"You don't need to worry Virge, nothing like that will happen, okay?"

"You can't promise that..." Virgil murmured, feeling Roman's warm breath touch his face.

"I can, because I've never let anything happen before now" He said gently, and Virgil raised a brow, opening his mouth to retort only to be cut off "Okay! Yeah, maybe some things have... gotten close, but we're still here today, and that's all that matters, okay? We're both more resilient than humans, we heal faster, and we live so much longer. If we do end up facing danger, we'll work through it, just like we've done in the past. Okay?" Roman said, looking down at his love. Virgil finally gave a small nod, the anxiety and worry in his eyes slowly dissipating.

Roman chuckled softly and leaned down, catching Virgil's lips in his. Virgil leaned into it, and after a few seconds they pulled away, smiling fondly at each other. Roman grabbed at his lover's hand and intertwined their fingers.

"Now that we've made that clear, how about we continue on our adventure, shall we?" He inquired, and Virgil felt a swell of love for this man. Even though he clearly wanted to continue on, he was still giving Virgil the choice to back out now. In response, he nodded slightly.

"Yeah, let's keep going. I am a bit curious to see how our cottage turned out" He finally admitted, and a huge grinned suddenly made its way to onto Roman's face.

"Exactly! Now come on, it can't be that far off from here!" Roman said before turning around, starting to walk in the direction with newfound vigor. Virgil chuckled softly and followed after him.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I'm not!" Roman admitted enthusiastically, and that startled a laugh out of him.

"Of course not, why did I even hope?" Virgil teased, and Roman rolled his eyes and lightly slapped at Virgil's arm. They both looked at each other for a moment and laughed simultaneously. They continued walking through the forest, hands intertwined as they searched for their old home.

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"Holy shit we're close!" Virgil suddenly exclaimed, and Roman winced at the use of the holy name used in vain. Virgil sent him a sympathetic look "Sorry-" He said, and Roman shrugged it off, quickly changing the subject.

"How can you be so sure?" He inquired, and Virgil gestured his free hand vaguely around them.

"I just recognize this place, so we're close-" He said, and Roman raised his eyebrow with clear suspicion at this, but nodded anyways. Virgil gripped at his hand and started leading him to where he had a vague sense the cottage would be. Roman tried to form a protest, but it quickly fell silent when he saw a vague figure in the distance. He brightened suddenly and quickly gripped at Virgil's hand tighter, starting to run as well.

Finally, they arrived at the remains of their cottage, and surprisingly, it was still standing, although the roof had completely broken, all of the wood laying in shambles on the inside of the small building. Although all of the wood was rotting and moss-covered, or had parts breaking off of it

"Wow, we built this cottage amazingly for it to still be standing-" Roman said, a proud grin on his face. Virgil admired the remains of it for a moment before nodding to himself.

"Honestly, yeah- I was expecting all of it to have collapsed by now" Virgil admitted, stepping forward towards it. The actual cottage had never had any windows on it, if only because they were expensive and it'd be too easy for intruders to enter. Same reason that their door opened to the outside, so it would be harder to break down the door.

It had come in useful from time to time.

"Anyways! Let's try to get inside!" Roman suddenly proclaimed, breaking Virgil out of reminiscing "Should we fly up there, or try entering through the front door?"

"I say we try the front door first-" Virgil said, and Roman nodded along, striding over to where the front door was. The handle was broken off and Roman pursed his lips before putting his hand through the hole where the doorknob was and pulling the door open.

Except the door completely fell off.

At that, Roman quickly stepped back with a girly shriek, letting go of the wood as it fell down where he was previously standing. Virgil rushed over towards Roman, who was quickly flushing pink with embarrassment.

"Are you okay!?" Virgil asked, quickly checking Roman's hand for any injuries. At this Roman laughed nervously, scratching at the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine- It just... scared me? A bit?" He admitted sheepishly, and at this Virgil looked up and cocked a brow at him, suddenly letting Roman's hand fall back to his side.

"You're a dick" Virgil said, and Roman pouted.

"It's not my fault!" He protested, and at that Virgil just rolled his eyes and went to check and see if they could enter through the now gaping hole in their old cottage. He nodded to himself and tilted his head towards the inside "We can enter from here-" He said before placing his feet on the pieces of wood, pushing himself up as he ducked his head to not hit it against the top of the door frame.

There, he stepped forward, careful to step onto the more stable pieces of wood. He glanced around the small space that he used to call home. He ignored Roman's grunts from behind him as he crawled inside as well. He examined the space quickly. The pieces of furniture they'd left behind still in they're original place, granted clearly messed up from the wood that came down from the caving roof.

"Huh, I forgot we lived in such a small space." Roman commented as he looked around. Virgil shrugged slightly at that.

"I mean, we've never really had the chance to live in the height of luxury either." He countered, wincing slightly as the light from the sun hit at his skin. Roman glanced at him and frowned, flipping up Virgil's hood to hide his face from the sun. Until now the trees had hidden most of the sun that filtered through, but they were currently in a clearing.

"Hide your face, I don't need you getting sunburnt on my watch" Roman said, ignoring his earlier statement as he walked forward, examining their old pieces of furniture. He tried to open up one of the wooden drawers, but it wouldn't budge.

"I hope you realize you won't find anything of importance in there-" Virgil commented as he made his way towards the corner where they used to share a bed. He smiled softly down at the space, even though there was nothing left there.

"I know that! But I'm still curious. It's not like we took everything with us when we left" Roman said, and finally the drawer opened with a loud thunk. "Yes!" Roman called and looked inside, and now Virgil's curiosity was peaked as well. He shoved his hands in his pockets and carefully made his way towards where the drawer was, stumbling slightly as one of the logs shifted under his weight.

"Is there anything in there?" He inquired, and Roman nodded slightly.

"Yeah!" Roman said and stepped to the side a bit to let the both of them look inside. Virgil leaned his head forward and saw some old paper and quills, even a pot of ink. Some candles lay there as well, and for a brief moment, Virgil wondered where the candle holder was. He hummed and grabbed at the quills with a careful touch. While he examined the contents of that opened drawer, Roman tried to open the one under it, although he was struggling a bit since it was blocked by a few logs. Virgil didn't pay to much mind to him.

He noted to himself how a few of the quills had broken tips, and briefly, he wondered why he'd bothered to keep them if they were broken. He quickly left that thought as he looked through the other contents of the drawer, notably the pieces of paper, which looked to be in pretty bad condition, but it could be worst.

Virgil picked up the small stack of paper, being very careful to not damage them. The first few pages were blank, and he placed does back inside the drawer carefully. Then, he found some poems and drawings, and suddenly tears sprung to his eyes. He had completely forgotten about these. Both he and Roman used to write poems to each other, and they both loved drawing, so occasionally, when they had the time, they'd sit down at a very small desk and draw together, or write while simply basking in the presence of each other.

How could he have forgotten about those moments? How could they have left these here, to forever be forgotten?

"Are you okay?" A soft voice inquired. Virgil glanced down, and there he found Roman looking up at him with a gentle, worried look, still crouching down by the other drawer. Virgil laughed slightly and wiped at his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine... Just, look at these" He said, and handed the stack of paper to him. As Roman glanced down, understanding dawned on his expression. A smile made it's way to his lips, a nostalgic look finding it's way onto his face. He nodded to himself and slowly started looking through them.

"Wow... I forgot about these" Roman said, and Virgil nodded slightly.

"I forgot about them as well... I suppose in our rush to leave, we forgot about these" Virgil said and leaned his hip again the drawer. Roman nodded slightly before handing them back to him.

"They're in pretty bad condition, but still legible." Roman said, looking back towards the bottom drawer "You wanna bring them back to the apartement?" He asked, and Virgil nodded slightly.

"Yeah... I'd like that. I know they won't last forever, but it's still nice to have them, you know?" He said, and Roman smiled softly, nodding in agreement with his statement.

"Okay then, put them back in the drawer and we'll make sure to take them before leaving, okay?" Roman said, voice uncharacteristically soft as he spoke. Maybe these pages were just as important to him as they were for Virgil. He nodded slightly and placed them back in the drawer and slid it closed.

Then there was a loud bang of the bottom drawer sliding open, the drawer slamming against a piece of wood as Roman fell backward's on his ass.

"You good?" Virgil inquired nervously, trying to not make a scene like he did earlier. Roman looked up at him with wide eyes before nodding slowly, looking at his hands for any signs of injury. Then he nodded more certainly.

"Yeah, all good!" Roman said, and Virgil sighed in relief. Roman was like a toddler, whenever he got hurt he just bounced back. Virgil sometimes wondered how he hasn't gotten a heart attack because of him yet. "Okay then, let's see what we've got in here-" Roman said, and pulled open the drawer just a bit more to see better.

"So, what is it?" Virgil asked, and Roman shrugged slightly.

"Nothing super interesting, just some stuff we used to use for cleaning our clothes and all- Stuff we could spare when we left" Roman said and closed it again, standing up and dusting himself off, his wings quivering slightly as well. Roman glanced around the small area and hummed. "I wonder if we can still access our underground exit-" Roman wondered out loud.

"Even if we could, it's all buried under this wood, it'd take to long to really get the job done" Virgil reasoned, but Roman pouted slightly.

"I knoooowwww, but still, it'd be interesting to see it again." Roman tried, but Virgil shook his head, not straying and letting Roman win this one.

"It's not like there's anything interesting in there anyways Ro... and It doesn't exactly hold a lot of good memories" Virgil tried again, and this time Roman hesitated at tat remark. He stayed silent, seemingly dwelling on that thought for a moment. Finally, he nodded slowly, if a bit hesitantly, in agreement.

"Yeah, it wouldn't do any of us good to live through that again, would it?" Roman wondered to himself, but despite that, Virgil sent him a pained smile. Roman glanced back at Virgil and sighed in defeat, nodding to himself. He pecked his husband's cheek. "Okay then, if it makes you feel better, we won't check it out." Roman said, and he grabbed at Virgil's hand for a moment, squeezing it to reassure him.

"Thanks Ro" Virgil said, voice soft. At that, Roman brightened a bit, nodding a bit.

"Of course Virge, I'd never force you to go through that again" He reassured, pecking Virgil's lips this time before pulling away, letting go of his hand. "Now then! I say we've explored enough, huh? There isn't exactly much else we can look at. There's the river, but I don't believe we want to think back on our hours of laboring to clean our clothes" Roman said, clearly trying to set a less somber mood. Virgil let out a weak chuckle at that.

"You're right, I don't want to remember feeling all sweaty and sticky while grumbling about clothing being a bitch to clean back in the day- We didn't even have a fireplace to dry it by! Only a clothing hanger outside! You remember how horrible it was to have wet clothes in winter?" Virgil said, glaring accusingly at Roman who simply smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry?" Roman tried, but Virgil just let out a dramatic huff, crossing his arms in fake disdain.

"Say that to my old, cold self. You need to care for your elders you know!" Virgil said, and Roman rolled his eyes at this.

"I'm older than you! You should be taking care of me!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever" Virgil said, and there was a pause before the two laughed. After a while, they stayed silent, just looking around their small, destroyed, old cottage that still held so many memories of their past, some good, and some bad. It had been home though, and it still holds a place in their hearts.

Finally, after about half an hour, Roman spoke up.

"I think we should go now, before we start getting too tired to walk back" He said, voice gentle. It somehow held both the weight of the memories but was light from being content.

"Yeah..." Virgil said, for once holding back a sarcastic remark as he walked towards the drawer. He slid it open with a bit of struggle, but once it was open, he carefully picked up the stack of papers, even the blank ones. He tucked them safely in his hand, being careful to not crumple them or rip them. Roman sent him a soft smile, grabbing at his hand as he lends him to the exit of the cottage.

"You know the way back?"

"Well, we're about to find out now, won't we?"

"You're unbelievable-"

"You love me"

"Yeah, I do"

From there on out, they slowly walked away from their old house, the memories hanging heavy on their mind as the distance between them and the cottage slowly became bigger and bigger.

Even so, they were content, despite the struggles of their past.

Part 1

#roman sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #vampire!virgil #angel!roman #fanfiction #slight angst #like #barely there #fluff #mostly fluff #prinxiety

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possiblytracker · 5 years

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SHAKES YOU VERY HARD TALK MORE ABOUT YOUR HK OCS!!!!

AUGAUGAHHDFFJH OK I STILL DONT KNOW ALL THE LORE JUST A DISCLAIMER

-nip is a mantis! one of the flying ones! their wings and blades are kinda smal though and they cant go very fast or fight well, but they like travelling around so they make do with what they got. occasionally crosses paths with chaff and they’ve become friends, and sometimes explore together. slightly less of a dad but finds the babby hilarious

-chaff is.. mainly glowy... likes going down into dark places (like deepnest, crystal peak etc) to explore where nobody else really goes, and ended up with a baby somehow. whose child is this. he’s an uncle now. really didnt think he’d make such a great parent but sometimes life just be like that. very much the type to carry his vessel babby around in a baby carrier with #1 dad on the front oh god i need to draw that now

-baby doesnt have a name yet but theyre really just a baby. thatse it. their nail is a literal stick and god knows how they survived this long but they sure are here now? theyre pretty happy anyway. also very intent on wandering off and giving new-dad a heart attack but theyre all good really

when they grow up they are taller than either of the others but still dont know how to use a nail. help them please. they like collecting shiny things but as they get bigger they get a bit too big to get into chaff’s small tunnels so he has to bring things back for them :(

#most of this i came up with on the spot but ive been thinking about them all day god

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cottonwren · 5 years

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A Well Dressed Woman | Chapter 9

Summary: some things can’t be repaired, but Jamie is doing her best

A/N: Sorry for the delay! <3

“How’s your hip?” Tommy asked as he kept his eyes on the road, worried about the effect the cobbled streets would be having on her still bleeding hip. He’d have to make sure she had dressing and appropriate equipment for treating it, and he’d have to ask her sister if she knew how to do it. If he lost his only business competitor to an infected gunshot wound he’d be pissed. Pissed and heartbroken.

“Only feels like I’ve been shot” Jamie replied with a cocky smirk, her hand clasping her hip anyway, aware of the speed that blood could stain through bandaging. This was a good suit that she didn’t need to ruin.

“Do you need me to go slower?” He looked over at her and spotted the way she was holding her left hip. Bloody cobbles. Tommy wanted to take her to London, to Birmingham, anywhere that the ride would be a lot smoother than that of the one they were on.

“No, just don’t drive over a dead body and I’ll be fine” She teased, sensing his anxiety. Jamie herself was worried, but not for herself or the state of her hip. No, for her sister and the business, for Samson’s family, for everything she had worked for.

“It is your town that we’re going in to, the kids throw themselves under your cars here” Tommy reminded her, starting to drive through the little town. The last time he had visited, he had nearly ran over a cocky eight year old who was playing chicken in the street.

“If they live, you give them money to be quiet, if they die, they have no need money. Smart business module, in all honesty” Jamie explained, her hands moving as she explained - she herself had done it in dire times.

“Knew you were fucking insane” He jibed, giving her a grin to assure her he really was joking - Tommy admired the girl’s brains, but sometimes…

“And here I was thinking that your common sense had left your head” She sighed softly, a smirk playing on her face as she admired his face. God, how was he so pretty? Jamie was ready to self destruct - he was funny, fucking gorgeous, and he had a beautiful baby boy. The only downside was the murder, capitalism and general violence. Then again, who was she to talk? She had more guns than she had friends - the bar was set pretty low to be honest.

“Says the woman running a business to rival mine out of this hell hole” Tommy snarked, looking across the scene set out before him - kids by the ragged school, smoke from the foundries. It was no place to run England’s cocaine supply from.

“But what a beautiful hell hole it is. This whole town knows me, Tommy.” Looking across the same scene, Jamie saw an entirely different situation. She saw lives, she saw a community that worked hard to get what it got and didn’t ask for more, a community that had done its best for her and her sister.

“Everyone knows me in England - your point?” Tommy asked, not understanding how or why she looked out upon the street with as much love and adoration that he would a horse.

“You wouldn’t get it. They look after me, Tommy, because I look after them.” Jamie reminded him - even though her business was on an international scale, she was very much still a small town girl.

“Aight bab? There’s a royce outside your house, you in trouble again? The kids ‘aven’t broken into it, but it’s only a matter a time” Came a voice, loud and burly from the doorstep of one of the back to backs. Jamie recognised it instantly and gave Tommy a look to tell him not to pull away and throw money at her out of fear.

“I’m alright, I’ll get them to move it, thank you. Tell Molly I said ‘Good luck with the baby’” She smiled, running a hand through her hair and nodding at the neighbour. Being polite to the woman was essential - her four kids were rampant and eager for work, and she ran the gossip of Cradley. Least she needed was rumors about her or Linn going around.

“Will do” She nodded with a yellowed smile and headed back into the house, slamming the door behind her and leaving Jamie and Tommy parked outside the house. Tommy started to drive again, probably fearing that if he was parked too long that the ragged children would come tear his car apart.

“Who was that?” He asked out of interest, recognising the type from around Small Heath when he was a lad.

“Maevis. So, your brothers have left a car unattended outside my offices. Have to ask - are they insane?” Jamie laughed, wincing and grasping her hip. She looked over at him with a hum, waiting for the answer.

“Your sister let them” He pointed out, thinking that he had trumped her statement about his brothers - alas, like most times in his life, he was wrong.

“My sister is a sly devil when she wants to be. That’s her idea of a joke” Jamie told him, sighing softly as they drove towards the row of back to backs. It wasn’t on fire.

“Would have thought that was more your type of joke” He told her, driving through the tiny alleyway that she had instructed him to.

“Nah” Jamie shook her head, opening the car door as Tommy got out himself, gently grasping her hip as she tried to step out.

“Come on” Tommy hummed, offering a hand. He knew she’d struggle, and if she just accepted his help it would make the whole process go so much faster.

“I can get out on my own, Tommy, I’ve got a bad hip - I’m not senile!” Jamie told him, batting at his hand and then trying to get down again to no avail.

“Mhm, come on.” That fucking smirk.

“Fine.” Jamie took his hand begrudgingly, letting him gently lift her down with an arm around her waist and one holding her hand. She dropped his hand to close the car door and subtly turned out of his hold.

“If your brothers have turned my offices into a brummy shit tip already I’ll wring your neck, Thomas” Jamie told him sternly, walking around the back of the offices with him, taking his wrist gently to stop him from wandering.

“Pity, I’m not adverse to choking” Tommy sighed dramatically, adjusting her hold so that they were holding hands. God, he was so desperate for human touch.

“You, Thomas Shelby, are a mess. Can’t believe I’m going to knock on the door of my own fucking offices” She rolled her eyes, linking her fingers with his and knocking on the smal, concealed door. His hands were warm, and Cradley Heath was definitely not.

“When you were dying, it wasn’t a priority to get your keys and your handbag” He snarked, waiting with her happily - Jamie Leanne Pine was willingly holding his hand.

“I don’t have a handbag” Jamie told him with a hiss, the anxiety building up in her. Why wasn’t the fucking door opening?

“Jamie!” The door swung open to reveal the redhead in one of her favourite baby blue dresses, instantly throwing herself at her sister. Linn’s arms wrapped around her neck, holding her close.

“Oh, fucks sake, Linn. You’re alive” Jamie gasped, wrapping her arms around Linn’s waist, holding her close. The scent of her perfume brought her back into herself, making her stand back with a grin and walk in.

“Of course I am - come in, come in. Welcome again Thomas.” Linn smiled, noticing the change in her sister’s persona. Her mum, no, sister was well and truly back.

“You alright Linn?” Finn asked from the backroom, walking through, his cap on the hook in the cloakroom. He would be lying if he said working with Linn wasn’t the easiest thing in the world - she had been his best friend, sympathetic of his illiticism, and one of the smartest in their year.

“All good. Come meet my sister, Jamie” Linn called, turning into the hallway to call Finn through, giving Jamie and Tommy some space to breathe for a second. She heard Jamie close the door, and smiled as Finn stood by her side, instantly confronted by Jamie. Oh, no.

“Nice to meet you - surely Linn has warned you against even thinking about doing anything with the stock?” Jamie asked, shaking his hand with a nod. She had put on her big scary face for the new boy, and it seemed to have worked. She could practically see the piss running down his leg.

“Jamie, I have, so don’t threaten them. They’re okay.” Linn warned her quietly, silently begging Jamie not to do anything drastic.

“Yeah, Jamie, we’re okay” Tommy whispered in her ear with a smirk, having taken the opportunity when it arose.

“You’re on thin fucking ice, Thomas” Jamie told him, turning to him, her face only inches from his, staring him down.

“And she’s back” Linn commented, drawing them out of the situation and draining the uncomfortable levels of sexual tension.

After Jamie had settled back in and Tommy had left - not before he made sure that both Linn and Jamie could sufficiently dress wounds - the two sisters knew that there was something they would have to do. Which is how they ended up knocking on Samson’s door, ready for the ground to swallow them whole.

“Auntie Jamie! Auntie Linnie!” Anna’s voice called, hugging Jamie’s legs and then Linn’s. Linn hoisted her up onto her hip, saving Jamie explaining the wound - this wasn’t about their damages.

“Hello bab. Where’s your mum, eh?”

“In the kitchen! She’s making shepherds pie.” Anna pulled a sour face, resting her head on Linn’s shoulder, her blonde hair clashing against the fiery red that Linn wore so incredibly proudly.

“Alright. Are we allowed in?” Jamie asked softly, running a hand through her hair nervously. It wasn’t often that she was nervous, but Samson and his beautiful family? Yes. She would make sure that the children were looked after sufficiently.

“Yeah! Come on! Linnie, I wanna show you my dolls! One has red hair like you!” Anna beamed, letting Linn carry her through, Jamie walking behind them and closing the door.

“Aaliyah?” Jamie called softly, Linn and Anna going into the living room to play with the dolls so that the child was sufficiently distracted, enough not to hear Jamie and her mum talking about her father.

“Jamie, it’s nice of you to drop by, did I hear Linn as well?” Aaliyah appeared from the kitchen, daffodil print apron tied around her waist in a big bow. Light streamed through the doorway from the kitchen window, making her look ethereal. “I guess we need to talk, don’t we? Mr Shelby, he came to my doorstep, told me he was close to you and was holding my husband’s body in an appropriate funeral home until I decided what I wanted to happen with him. Your business is your business, Jamie, and don’t think I don’t’ respect you, because I do - but please be careful around such a charming man,”

“Mr Shelby hasn’t made me aware that he did that, though he has done everything in his power to help me in my time of vulnerability. I’ll be careful, thank you, Liyah. I know Samson is your only source of income at the minute, and so I’d like to continue that. We will continue to pay his wage in your name so that Anna and yourself can live as you would. I have already taken him from you, to take anything more would be… well, you understand. I hope there’s no bad blood between us?” Jamie asked, sitting at the kitchen table with Aaliyah.

“You have already done more than enough. You warned him this may happen, and God does work in mysterious ways, though this has left me wondering who God favours… to take such a wonderful man away at the hand of merciless killers…” Aaliyah trailed off, looking at the vase on the windowsill, the sunflowers not wilted yet.

“You know my perspective on it all, so I won’t unload it on you. What I will say is that you are still here, and Anna, she is still here. Look after eachother - obviously it will be a little one sided, because Anna is still just a starry eyed babe, but she will return it” Jamie told her “When I was a little younger than Linn, I took her as my own, and although it’s been hard, I do not regret a crust of bread that she had instead of I. You have us, you won’t ever have to worry about putting a roof over her head or food on the table. Let me know when you’ve decided what you want to do with Samson’s body, and we will fulfill it.”

“Of course I will look after her, she is my daughter - you know the feeling. If that’s all…” Aaliyah hummed, eyes watery. Her voice was wavering and Jamie knew when her leave was appreciated.

“It is. You know where we are if you should ever need or want anything. I have a feeling that Anna will have roped Linn into a complex game about killing the monarchy again,” Jamie laughed softly, lightening the mood with Anna’s tendency to fantasize about manslaughter.

“God knows where she gets that from, eh? Wants to be just like her aunties.” Aaliyah groaned jovially, standing and walking through to the living room.

“Well, you remind her that her Aunties only drink on occasion and never do any narcotics.” Jamie chided, following her through the hallway.

“Somehow I doubt she’ll believe that.”

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Finding Eleven Pt. 9

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Content/Warnings: angst; violence; language

Words: 2564

A/N: So Billy is in this chapter. Finally. Things are happening, and I dropped canon like it’s hot, so there’s that. Anyway, enjoy!

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Part 9: Benched

“It’s not like it was before,” Hopper said, all of you gathered around as he had discussed what he had seen at the gate. “It’s grown. A lot. And I mean, that’s considering we can even get in there. That place is crawling with those dogs.”

“Demodogs,” Dustin interrupted.

Hopper raised his eyebrows. “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s demogorgon and dog mashed together,” You said, before Dustin could rehash the whole thing again. “Moving on.”

“Uh, right,” Hopper said, shaking his head. “As I was saying-”

“I can do it,” El said quietly.

“You’re not hearing me,” Hopper said. And as much as you agreed with him, you knew she was right. It was the only way.

The resolve was clear in her voice. “I’m hearing you. I can do it.”

Though her eyes still slid to you, seeking your approval. You gave her a tiny nod, feeling warmth curl in your stomach at the realization that it was your permission, not Hopper’s, that she wanted, even after all this time.

“Even if El can, there’s still another problem.” Mike’s voice cut through your silent conversation. “If the brain dies, the body dies.”

“I thought that was the whole point,” Max said.

“Will is part of the body,” You said.

Mike nodded. “And if we’re right, and El closing the gate kills the Mind Flayer’s army…”

“Will dies too,” Lucas finished.

You leaned back, running a hand through your hair. “There has to be a way to separate Will from the Mind Flayer.”

“You’ve done it,” Joyce said, staring at you. “How did you do it?”

“Force of will, mostly. But Will could never do it. Even with my gifts, it was like he was pressing shards of ice into my brain,” You said, frowning. “It’s too risky for me to try and free Will, I couldn’t do it. I barely held the Mind Flayer off the first time. There has to be another way.”

“I want to see him,” El said, breaking the troubled silence that followed.

“Okay, sweetheart. Sure, you can see him,” Joyce said, she and Jonathan leading the way to his room. It was frigid, a chill crawling it’s way up your spine. After your experience with the Mind Flayer, you never wanted to feel cold again.

“He likes it cold.” Joyce’s voice was soft, but it was enough to break you out of your thoughts.

“What?” Hopper asked. He clearly wasn’t following.

“It’s what Will kept saying to me. He likes it cold. We keep giving it what it wants!” Joyce exclaimed. “When you tried to bring Will back, Y/N, you said it tried to take over your mind instead. Like shards of ice?”

“And hot water was what helped me beat it back,” You said slowly, comprehension dawning on your face.

Nancy, too, had caught on. “If this is a virus, and Will is the host, then…”

“We need to make the host uninhabitable,” Jonathan finished.

“So if he likes it cold…” Nancy continued.

Once again, she was cut off - this time by Joyce. “Then we need to burn it out of him.”

“We have to do it somewhere he doesn’t know this time,” Mike said.

Dustin agreed. “Yeah, somewhere far away.”

Hopper spoke. “I know a place.”

The following few minutes were spent in a flurry of activity, Hopper carrying Will out to Joyce’s car as he gave directions to his cabin. While they were busy, you joined Steve and Nancy to search for heaters or anything else that may help Will, though you drifted away to give them privacy. They had history, and it wasn’t your place to interfere. Regardless, you offered Nancy what you hoped was a comforting smile before following after Steve, back towards the house.

“Mike is just saying goodbye to El,” Dustin told you. “They’re out front. I’d give them a minute.”

“Thanks,” You said with a nod, moving the curtain to glance out the window. You thought for a moment they were going to kiss, but Hopper called, and you knew you had only moments to say goodbye to her. You hurried outside before they could leave.

“You’ll be fine,” You said softly, pulling her into a hug. “You’re so strong, stronger than I ever was - and I don’t just mean your powers. You’ve been through so much, you could have ran away at any moment, but you didn’t. Not like I did. And I need you to know that leaving you behind was the worst decision I ever made. I’ve always regretted it, so when you get back, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“You don’t have to,” She whispered, eyes glistening with tears.

You pressed a kiss to her forehead, clinging on for a moment longer, knowing that where she was going you wouldn’t be able to protect her. Finally, you dropped your arms, meeting Hopper’s gaze. “I’ll keep her safe, Y/N. I promise.”

You nodded, wiping away the tears from your eyes as El climbed into the passenger seat. You watched until the tail lights on Hopper’s car disappeared from view, reaching out to squeeze Mike’s shoulder. He glanced over at you, and you could see his eyes glistening in the darkness.

“It’ll be okay,” You said softly. He nodded slowly.

“Let’s get inside,” Steve said, after several more minutes had passed. “It’s not safe out here.”

“Doubting my ability to keep you safe, Harrington?” You teased, shooting him a weak smile.

He smiled back. “Not a chance. But let’s not stick around to attract unnecessary trouble.”

“Couldn’t you levitate this or something?” Steve complained, staring down in disgust at the demodog he was being forced to carry as Dustin made space in the fridge.

“Need to save my strength,” You said with a smirk, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “We’re not out of the woods yet. I still wish I could have gone with El.”

“But you said it was too dangerous,” Lucas said as Steve was working on wrangling the dead demodog into the fridge.

“It is. It doesn’t mean I don’t wish I could have gone. I can’t protect her from here,” You said with a sigh.

“She seems to do alright without you.” Mike hadn’t meant for the words to hurt, but they stung anyway.

“Yeah. I know,” You muttered. Unlike Mike, who was pacing a whole in the floor, you had taken up residence on the couch, eyes half-lidded shut. Being a glorified babysitter wasn’t exactly how you had planned this playing out. You ignored them as they bickered, though something caught your attention.

“There’s nothing we can do,” Steve had been saying.

“That’s not entirely true,” Dustin said slowly. “I mean, these demodogs have a hive mind. When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”

“So if we can get their attention-” Lucas started.

Max finished his thought. “Maybe we can draw them away from the lab.”

“Clear a path to the gate,” Mike said thoughtfully.

“I’m in,” You said.

“What?!” Steve asked. “That’s a suicide mission! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I got it!” Mike said excitedly, moving off towards the kitchen. “This is where the chief dug his hole. This is our way in to the tunnel. So here, right here -” at this he ran off to a different part of the room, “- This is like a hub. So you got all the tunnels feeding into here. Maybe if we set this on fire-”

“Yeah, that’s a no,” Steve said, looking less than pleased.

The kids, however, were ignoring him. Dustin spoke. “The Mind Flayer would call away his army.”

“They’d all come to stop us,” Lucas said, sounding as if that was the best thing he had heard all day.

“And Y/N could hold them off!” Dustin finished, looking at you.

You raised your eyebrows. “Wait, I don’t know about that. I mean, five or ten? Sure. But over a hundred? Not a chance.”

“It’s not like we’d wait around for them!” Mike said impatiently. “We could circle back to the exit, and by the time they realize we’re gone-”

“El would be at the gate,” Max said.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Steve yelled over the noise, glaring at all of you. “This is not happening.”

He met protests from the kids, but you were starting to realize that he could be right. Even with your help, there were too many things that could go wrong. But at the same time, if you stayed put knowing you could have helped and something happened…

“No buts! I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I’d plan on doing. We’re staying here. On the bench. And we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?”

You blinked. “Uh… no. I never played sports? I mean, that is what you’re talking about, right?”

Steve let out a sigh. “It’s not happening.”

“This isn’t some stupid sports game!” Mike said angrily.

“I said does everybody understand that?” Steve asked, pointing a dish towel at them. You had to cough to hid your snickers, but you weren’t entirely successful if the glare he sent your way was anything to go on. “I need a yes.”

He probably would have gotten them to agree, if an engine revving hadn’t broken the silence. Max ran towards the window, horror on her face as she peered out.

“Who the hell is that?” You asked.

“Don’t ask me,” Steve said with a shrug.

“It’s my brother,” Max said.

“Oh, that asshat you had to sneak away from earlier?” You filled in. She nodded. “Great. Just great. Because this day couldn’t possibly get any better.”

“He can’t know I’m here, he’ll kill me. He’ll kill us,” She said, sounding scared.

“Do you guys keep forgetting I have powers, or…?” You trailed off, raising your eyebrows. Max glanced at you, and though she still looked worried, she was a little calmer than before.

“I’ll handle this,” Steve said lowly, stepping towards the door. “Step in only as a last resort, Y/N.”

“Alright, alright. Fine,” You said, shrugging. “Though I’ll decide when that is.”

“Deal.”

Billy’s voice was loud enough that it carried through the walls of the house. “Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?”

Steve’s retort was quick. “Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants.” You let out a light snort.

“What are you doing here, amigo?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Steve said. “Amigo.”

“Looking for my stepsister. Little birdie told me she was here.”

“Huh, that’s weird. I don’t know her.”

“Small, redhead, bit of a bitch,” Billy provided.

You clenched your jaw at the insult, but Steve, to his credit, sounded unphased. “Doesn’t ring a bell. Sorry, buddy.”

“You know, I don’t know, this… this whole situation, Harrington, I don’t know. It’s giving me the heebie-jeebies.” To be fair, it was odd that Steve was at the Byers’ house.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“My thirteen-year-old sister goes missing all day. And then I find her with you in a stranger’s house. And you lie to me about it.”

Steve scoffed. “Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what? I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said. She’s not here.”

You realized, a little too late, that all four of the kids had their faces pressed to the window, while you were listening in on the conversation with your ear pressed to the door.

“Guys, get down!” You hissed. But it was too late.

Billy’s next words were barely audible. “Then who is that?”

“Shit!” Dustin exclaimed, the four of them ducking down. “Did he see us?”

“Yes!” You said, irritated. “Thank you, idiots. Get behind me, all of you.”

They scrambled to obey as the door whipped open, Billy striding inside. Steve was nowhere in sight. His eyes narrowed. “Well, well, well.” He slammed the door behind him, advancing. The kids scuttled backwards, but you refused to back down. “Look at what we have here. Lucas Sinclair, what a surprise. And who the hell are you?”

“Does this count as last resort?” Dustin asked, as Billy stopped mere feet away from you.

“Yeah, I’d say it does,” You said casually, simply tilting your head.

“I’m here for Max. Get out of my way,” Billy said lowly.

“I’ve heard all about you,” You said, crossing your arms. “And you’re not getting anywhere near those kids. So I suggest you turn around and walk away before I make you.”

He scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“I’ll give you one more chance. Move. Out. Of. My. Way.” Billy meant the words to be intimidating. To anyone else, they would have been.

“No.” He had barely moved before you spoke, your power, halting him in his tracks. “Stop.”

Billy was frozen in place, unable to move despite his best efforts. He was struggling against your hold, you could feel it, but it was fruitless. No one had been able to break free of your orders. “What the hell did you do to me?”

“I’m keeping you from hurting anyone else,” You said calmly.

Steve burst into the door, looking winded but otherwise unharmed. “Sorry, I-”

“No worries,” You said with a shrug. “I’m handling it.”

“Max, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?” Billy demanded, though the question was much less impressive considering he couldn’t actually do anything.

“It’s none of your business, Billy,” She said softly. “Just leave me alone.”

“I can make him, Max. Just say the word,” You offered. Billy was still struggling against your power, and the concentration you needed to keep him in check made blood begin to drip out of your nose. No one ever fought against your control this much - it was actually quite impressive. “Stop fighting it, it won’t do any good.”

“What kind of freak-”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence. Your temper snapped, dropping your use of mind control to instead grab him via telekinesis, striding towards him even as he was shoved back against the wall. “I’d choose your next words very, very carefully if I were you.”

“Y/N, stop!” Steve ordered, grabbing your arm. “Stop. Don’t sink to his level.”

You grit your teeth, staring up at Billy’s terrified face. Steve was right. You dropped your hold, and he slid to the floor with a thud. Your glare, however, didn’t falter. “Don’t try anything.”

Billy was staring at you, a mixture of fear and intrigue on his face before he dropped his head, avoiding your eyes. “I won’t.”

“What are we supposed to do with him?” Steve asked, staring down at Billy.

You were thoughtful for a moment before speaking. “We take him with us.”

“Take him with us? We’re not going anywhere, remember? We’re on the bench,” Steve told you, looking annoyed.

You shook your head, a steely glint in your eye. “I’m not going to hide here anymore. Hopper and El need that distraction to get inside. So we’re going to go start a fire, and you can come willingly… or unwillingly.”

“Alright, alright. Fine.” Steve threw his hands up in defeat, recognizing by your tone of voice that you would do anything to protect Eleven, even if it meant forcing him to agree. “Let’s go help Hopper and El.”

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