I know Neil is not soft. Andrew is especially not soft. They’re both hardened boys that have been fucked over way too many times. There are scars upon rough and probably dry skin in some areas. Calloused fingers and glares that can make anyone cave. They’re far from being gentle because they know they can’t do as Renee does.
But I think they deserve to be able to be soft around each other. For the first time in their lives, they’ve found someone to feel safe around. I can’t pretend to understand what they’ve gone through, but after lives like the ones they lead, I like to think they’d want to be soft with each other. They’ve dealt with tough love and biting words too often that they probably, every once in a while, like to just calm down.
They’re not soft people, not by nature, but they can act soft around each other once in a while. Neil, softly curling their fingers together after a long day and smiling from his side of the bed. Andrew, threading his fingers through Neil’s hair as Neil watches a movie in his lap and Andrew watches him. Neil pressing a careful kiss to Andrew’s knuckles and Andrew pressing his nose to Neil’s neck in a gesture that’s completely trusting.
There’s a post about how Neil is not soft, and I agree. Neil is not soft, and neither is Andrew, but I think they can be allowed to act like it sometimes. Just every so often, and only with each other. For boys like them, being soft with each other might be one of the grandest gestures of trust they can give.
anonymous requested: Can you do a coach negan fan fiction where he looks out for one of his students because they’re getting bullied or somet thanks x
Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse) Summary: Coach Negan takes a liking to you and after he witnesses the bullying that you endure, he shows you just exactly how special you are. Word Count: 3,448 Warning: SMUT!!! Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! I was so excited to write this story. I mean, a Coach Negan fic? Yes, please. So, I hope whoever sent this in, enjoys this one-shot! I figured I’d add some smut because I just couldn’t help myself lmao. Enjoy! :-)
Prompt: Draco x reader. The reader is a rather quite To be in the same house and Draco. Patsy gets very jealous. One day cutting off her long platinum blonde hair. Draco fixes it. Angry, protective and fluffy Draco.
A/N: Hope this is what you were looking for :) Sorry for how long it has taken!
Warnings: Jealousy? Anger? Negativity? Bullying. But there is fluff :)
Let me know if this doesn’t make sense and sorry if it seems a little slapdash!
Not edited or proof read.
You had been sitting, minding your own business in the The Three Broomsticks on Sunday afternoon. You took a sip from your Butterbeer and the froth stuck your lip. You would have giggled with your best friend about it only the table over busted out laughing. You both looked over to see Pansy Parkinson sitting with Draco and their usual group. Everyone but Draco were were looking at you. “Looks like something has gotten stuck in your moustache, Y/N.” Pansy jeered causing the others to laugh. However Draco had his straight face eyeing his cup as he fiddled with the handle. Your best friend looked at you then straight into Pansy’s eyes.
“Oh, we thought it was a new fashion trend. I mean, we noticed your moustache and thought we just had to try it out.” She feigned shock before turning back to you as the whole table (this time including Draco) laughed.
Later that day, back in the Slytherin Common Room, Draco took to sitting with you on the sofa. It wasn’t an unusual scene to see. You weren’t a big fan of Draco’s choice in friends and so the evenings ad some mornings before breakfast and classes were the only time you could spend time with him without them. It’s not that you cared he was friends with them, it’s his choice but you just did not fit in with them at all. They were obnoxious and you kept yourself to yourself. Perhaps that was why Draco favoured you most over them. Of course Pansy Parkinson was a limpet and so it was to find the time of day away from her. Your night time routine involved Draco staying up late just to spend time alone with you and you’d do the same.
Summary: The Prince of Adriata has been found dead in his sleep lying next to his wife, the newly crowned Princess of Adriata, Dorea. Knowing that the Night Court has a skilled spymaster, High Lord Narayan calls in a favor from Rhys. Azriel and Cassian offer to help investigate the death. Cassian may or may not accidentally destroy a building.
(Note: This is the longest chapter yet and holds several clues to an overarching fic I’m working on. Remember that though these stories are spaced out and not posted chronologically, they are all interconnected. Enjoy!)
Nice, get some everclear in the mix! Thanks for the prompt :)
“Look,” I say, “it’s not you, it’s me. I think I’m just heading in a different direction right now. I can’t let our relationship hold me back anymore.”
Light, fastest man on Earth, superhero extraordinaire, stops struggling against his bonds to stare at me. “Did you kidnap me to…break up with me?”
My heart skips a beat. “No! I mean, we’re not even, like, dating so I’m not. Obviously.” I adjust my rubber gloves nervously, tucking my lab coat more securely into them. “Just, um, letting you know that you don’t need to save the day anymore. From me at least.” I laugh and stop abruptly, face flushing. My laugh is off putting, so I hear.
Light speed kicks the chair I’ve tied him to and grimaces when it doesn’t break.
“It’s titanium,” I say, shoving my hands into my coat’s pockets. “I’ll let you go, just wanted to tell you goodbye, I guess. We, uh, probably won’t be seeing each other again.”
“Are you dying?” he asks, strangely alarmed. He lowers his voice. “Or is someone threatening you?” His eyes narrow. “Is it Technomaniac? Because he’s from Texas, this isn’t even his turf, I can contact the heroes down there to come get him–”
“I’m not being threatened,” I blurt out. He’d kick another villain out of LA for me? Why? “I just, it’s time for me to move on, that’s all. I, well…”
“You are dying,” Light says, face horrified. “Oh my god, and I threw you through that window last week!”
“I’m not dying!” I throw my hands up in the air. “I’m quitting being a villain!”
The words ring in the empty lab. All of my equipment has already been disposed of, the experiments, everything. I’m ready for a new start, totally and completely.
“You’re…quitting.” Light seems unable to comprehend it. “Like, quitting quitting? Or taking a break? Or maybe you mean rebranding, I hear that’s popular these days–”
- Mor lives for in public sex where they could get caught at any moment
- Azriel… does not
- Azriel DOES however love to please his woman
- It becomes a ritual that at every court they visit, they have sex somewhere relatively public (they took cues from that one Feysand HC I came up with that everyone loved)
- Azriel only keeps doing it because it makes Mor crazy horny and willing to do just about anything in return and he also knows he can winnow them away at any second
- side note: he had to winnow them away one time while in the Dawn Court because a guard almost caught them but when he winnowed them to his guest room….
- “CASSIAN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE GET OUT”
“dude you are LITERALLY STILL INSIDE HER AND YOU JUST WINNOWED?”
And Mor growls and goes, “it’s none of your business you asshole just get out - oh hi Nesta, I didn’t see you under the covers there”
Any thoughts on how Lucien felt when the Spring Court guard was whipped by Tamlin considering what happened to Lucien under the mountain? I really wish what happened to him was at least acknowledged in the book. :/
IM SO WRECKED IT WASN’T ADDRESSED. WHERE WERE MY BACK SCARS?? WHERE WAS LUCIEN PANICKING INSTINCTIVELY AT THE SOUND OF A WHIP??? WHERE WAS FEYRE COMFORTING HIM AND GUILTILY RECOGNIZING WHAT HE’S BEEN THROUGH???? WHERE WAS LUCIEN GETTING SOME VERSION OF THE RECOVERY ARC FEYRE GOT TO GO THROUGH, AND FEYRE GETTING TO BE THE PERSON ON THE OTHER SIDE???? WHERE WERE THEY?????
WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU Part 1 Full translation.
WE DO Knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU
Original work: Tite Kubo Novel: Matsubara Makoto
3 years have passed since the invasion of the Wandenreich. Many lives lost, the scars of battle are not yet healed. Those who survived are finally beginning on the path to recovery.
One day Kuchiki Rukia and Abarai Renji announced to everyone that they will have their names entered into a family register* (*i.e. registration of marriage)…..
A story about new bonds born from the end of the battle which were not drawn in the original story.
3 years have passed since the invasion of the seireitei by the Wandenreich.
Normality finally returned to the soul society which was in extreme turmoil.
Squad 1 - squad headquarters assembly room.
“from now on we will open the headquarters of the 13 Court Guard Squads. Captain Commander?”
The first squad’s vice captain Ise Nanao urged. The captain of that same division, Kyoraku Shunsui nodded once before moving forward.
“it’s bad everyone is busy huh. Today is merely reports of the reconstruction situation so we should be finishing early.”
Each division’s captain and vice captain were in a row overlooking the assembly room. The recently reconstructed assembly hall seemed to be completely new, full of the aroma of fresh timber.
“haa…. The smell of wood is nice isn’t it? Well then, Nanao Chan please!”
“Yes. So first of all… ”
Whilst turning over bulky documents, Nanao starts reporting about the reconstruction situation. As he listened to that voice Kyoraku thought about the 3 years.
The most damage suffered in seireitei was at the first district, also known as ‘shinou district’, including the first division barracks and a great number of administrative facilities.
As a war time special exception, the lives of the people who evacuated were saved by opening the personal residence of the Central 46. However, what they saw when they returned to the ground after the war was a whole surface of scorched Earth, exhausted from the remains of destruction. There was insufficient manpower, goods and materials to rebuild houses, whilst everyone was merely sunken into despair, one among the Central 46 was the first to make progress towards reconstruction, Amakado Nayura.
Nayura who became a sage, succeeded the position of her father who was murdered by Sousuke Aizen, she is still a young girl.
She is also the head librarian of the Great Spirit Book Gallery where all events and data of the soul society are forcibly accumulated, studying the human world and Shinigami with an open mind. Everyday seeking how to change the current state of the old fashioned central 46.
At that time there was an assault on the central 46 underground compound by the sternritter. Half were killed, the ones that remained alive were also more or less wounded. Even if the body can heal, the fear from witnessing such atrocities cannot be wiped away. Those who came forward to resign from their seats are no longer able to expect work as a supreme judicial body like the pre-war central 46.
But before that situation Nayura was optimistic that the time for change was now. So she scolded the older people(sages) who were disheartened and cooperated with the captain commander of the Gotei 13 Kyoraku, together they established new law one by one. This young soul was not afraid to progress forward and the older people who were inspired by that passion also started to change slightly.
After the war, she first set out a law to simplify the procedure of the court seal. An official court seal must be presented to the gatekeeper of each pure soul gate when entering Seireitei from Rukongai. She made it possible to obtain a court document which originally could only be obtained through a complicated procedure which normally takes several weeks, now it is only a simple procedure at a special personnel recording station installed in front of every gate. As a result, it became easy to carry materials from outside the Seireitei and it became possible to welcome the people of Rukongai widely as a work force. Also, at the special personnel record management station spiritual power was checked whilst simultaneously registering fingerprints, an invitation to the spiritual arts academy, a training institute for Shinigami, is extended to those who have promising spiritual power. The benefits given to Soul Society because of this law is unfathomable.
Materials and manpower are in line with the reconstruction efforts proceeding rapidly.
“End of report”
Nanao bows down.
“well!” Kyoraku says as he clutches both hands in front of his chest.
“There’s another piece of good news today
….Now please come forth and tell us from your own mouth”
Prompted by kyoraku, with a nervous expression they walked out of the line.
It was 6th division vice captain Abarai Renji and acting captain of the 13th division Kuchki Rukia.
“So, Ms L/N,” The man’s loud voice breaks the silence of the courtroom, sounding controlled and so void of emotion. “you were originally assigned to this case?”
No hesitation. “I was, yes.”
The man raises and eyebrow, placing a finger on his thin, circular glasses and rearranges them on his nose, humming deeply. “What caused you to drop it?”
“I couldn’t stay on the case after figuring out who was being charged.”
Another hum. “Why so?”
“Because a lawyer involved in a case, with close relations to the charged, can’t possibly take a case. Especially a murder case.” You say loudly, clearly, stating your involvement to the client to an unknowing court, catching them off guard. In a single second, the grand room was filled with hushed talking. The defender’s lawyer’s raises his eyebrows in utter surprise, the judge hammering against her table, demanding calmness. You swallow back a smirk, letting your eyes travel over to Kyungsoo, Baekhyun - and Jungkook.
Kyungsoo’s and Baekhyun’s dark eyes were trained, bound to neutrality. After all, this was no surprise to them. Quite the contrary; it was all planned. Jungkook, however, is surprised - so to say. He’s about to stand, only for Kyungsoo to harshly tug him back into his seat, in between his two just mentioned lawyers.
“To be specific, what sort of relations are you referring to L/N?” The man continues after a tense silence fell over the room.
Hey, guys! It’s been a while (so sorry i’m busy with college). Anyways, after reading acowar I was dying because I loved Viviane and Kallias so much. So here’s my attempt of writing a fanfic about them. This is just chapter one, please let me know if you have some thoughts about it or if you think I should write chapter two (I don’t know if i’m in the mood). Dedicated to my beautiful wife, mate and best friend @feyrearchsron
Okay so I’ve been wanting to do a multi chapter ToG and ACOTAR crossover for a while, and I also want Rhys’ sister not to be dead (even though that’s not gonna happen) so yeah, here this is. If it’s something people seem to like, I’ll definitely be continuing it!
She was fourteen.
The air bit at her cheeks as she and her mother landed just left of a snow drift, and Kosmina tugged irritably at the layers upon layers she’d been bundled into. She was just starting to grow an interest for clothing. Mor was the largest influence on this newfound annoyance with anything bulky and unflattering, but the fact that flying was harder with so many layers was influence as well. So Mina pulled at her shawl, nose wrinkled, and her mother laughed softly beside her.
“Do you think Az and Cass will come to meet us, too?” Mina asked.
Her mother hummed. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe they’ve forgotten all about us,” she said in a teasing tone.
“Of course they haven’t forgotten us! I’m spectacular.” That elicited another laugh from the Lady of the Night Court as they headed towards shallower snow. They could have winnowed straight to Rhysand, but why would they ever do that when they could fly straight to the mountains? It wasn’t as if they were in any danger. Illyrian camps dotted every peak. Still, Father had insisted they bring a few guards with them. They lingered on the edges of the woods, looking bored already. Because who on earth would ever cross the High Lord of Night in his own territory?
The answer was three figures.
Mina assumed it was her brothers making their way towards her, but that was only for a split instance before she faltered. Where were their wings? She pushed a black lock away from her face, squinted. The first face appeared, and she only had a moment to comprehend that it was Tamlin-Tamlin?- pale faced and nervous behind his two older brothers before their Night Court guards were dead on the ground and the High Lord of Spring stood over them.
She’d only seen him a few times; Tamlin got his hair from his mother, but the rest was of this male, carved granite features, cruel perfection. Before, she had not seen anything cruel in Tamlin’s face. He wasn’t her friend, but he was Rhys’s, so she had assumed he must have plenty of wonderful qualities she hadn’t seen. And he’d seemed nice enough. But not now. Not when he just stood there as the rest of his family circled her and her mother like vultures.
The High Lord spared a glance around. “Rhysand isn’t here. How disappointing."
But he will be, Kosmina thought. We are just early and he is late. He is coming, and he’ll rip a couple of you to shreds while I take the others. She believed this, with every fiber of her being. Because she and her mother both did not know that Rhys wasn’t aware they were still coming.
The eldest brother, Ercan, was the most cruel, and he settled his gaze upon her, sneering, "Let’s just use them as an example, father.” Tias, the middle child, immediately agreed, and deep within Mina’s bravado as she tilted her chin up at them, was fear, growing with every second. Her mother tucked her into her side.
The High Lord only pretended to think before he replied, “What an excellent idea."
There were three pairs of lips that chorused, "no,”- Mina, her mother, and Tamlin. But whereas the two females fought and continued to beg and plead, Tamlin only stood there. Terrified, as if it were his own life on the line.
Cassian was supposed to teach her how to be strong soon, how to defend herself, so she had to survive this, had to get free and fly off. She’d even forgive herself if she had to be saved this time, because she’d make up for it by learning how to save herself. She and her mother had to survive. Ercan pushed her to the ground as if dealing with a well armed, muscled brute, and not a young girl who shrieked in pain as he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her deeper within the trees, where anyone flying by would have bigger difficulty in spotting her.
It took both the High Lord and Tias to wrangle her mother after them. She kicked and bit and punched, flaring her wings out to try to shake them off. Mina tried to do the same, but Ercan only laughed in her face and clubbed her across the head before she could scream for one of her brothers, her father, anyone. Tamlin only trailed behind, still begging but not jumping into any kind of action. Her mother wasn’t even trying to beg anymore, and it was in that moment that Kosmina realized they were going to die.
Her head was shoved into the snow, bits of rock biting into her cheek, and she openly sobbed, gritting her teeth, trying in vain to flare out her wings. “So weak,” Tias taunted them from somewhere to her right. “You would think that the High Lord would want the females of his family to have at least some idea how to defend themselves, given that they’re so hated." Hated. As if they’d ever done anything wrong. The word stung, but it had nothing on the cataclysm that the High Lord of Spring dropped next.
"I want their wings."
That sent Mina into a frenzy all over again. Her wings were not some prize to hang up like a hunting trophy, not a simple knick knack for some High Fae to hang up in his mansion. This was not some grand retelling of the knights in shining armor taking down the beast. She and her mother were not beasts. They were unarmed, innocent females who were about to be murdered.
Hands spread her wings out, and she continued to thrash, continued to beg. "Tamlin,” she said. “Tamlin please-” A blow to the back of her head had the air spilling from her lungs, leaving her trembling and gasping as the blonde looked to his family.
“Father,” Tamlin tried. “Don’t do this."
There were some other hissed words that Kosmina could not make out, but whatever he said, it was enough to keep Tamlin quiet. It was enough to have him holding her mother’s arms down as the High Lord prepared his blade. There was the sound of metal whistling through air, a hacking noise, and then her mother was screaming. She screamed too, because they were cutting off her mother's wings, were going to do the same to her, and then they were going to kill them both.
She heard the squelch, knew that was her mother’s wing sliding to the ground, attached only by a few tendons. Mina lifted her head to the side just enough to puke all over the snow. Ercan sneered, shoved her face into her own bile, and that’s when she felt the blade just graze her wing.
She was only fourteen when they sawed off her wings and she was forever banished from the sky.
They were alive, but not for long. She knew just from the way the Lord and his evil sons laughed that they would be dead within five minutes. But then her mother reached out a shaking hand, as if to touch her one last time. That is not what happened. Mina’s body seemed to flutter, chest contracting. Was she winnowing, or simply hallucinating as she died? What was this? She flickered, again and again until she went completely transparent, Ercan’s hand going through her head as if she were made of air.
All around her, the males barked, but she couldn’t find the energy to lift her head. She couldn’t even focus on what her mother was screaming to her between sobs. All there was was pain and the sense that she was floating. Time seemed to blink, a brief, unfathomable moment when she could see nothing, couldn’t even remember who or what she was. But it resumed.
And then Kosmina was falling.
Her knees hit the ground first, followed by her entire body, and she found herself in a similar position; bleeding to death in the snow. There were alarmed male murmurs, though when she glanced to the side, her mother wasn’t there. There wasn’t even blood on the ground. Mina must have blacked out while they’d disposed of her, and now they were back to finish the job. A hand touched her shoulder. She was too tired to scream.
"The blood’s coming from her back.” The voice was rough, nothing like the leering of the High Lord and his two older sons or the soft pleading of spineless Tamlin. “If you don’t shut up with your worrying, she’ll bleed out, Gavriel."
"I’m trying to find the origin of the damage, Lorcan,” a second voice replied, soft and surprisingly patient. He was closer, must have been the one with his hand on her. It was removed, and she whimpered. “It’s alright. You’re going to be alright."
"Most likely,” the first voice corrected, and Mina thought that the second male might have turned to glare at the first. “There’s no use in getting her hopes completely up."
Had Illyrians found her? Had they taken her mother to safety? Had they made the High Lord pay for what he and his sons had done to them?
My wings. They took my wings.
A warmth sprouted at her back, spreading out across her shoulder blades and up and down her spine. She froze, because it felt… it felt like flesh was being added back to bone, like blood was returning to her body. "You’re alright,” that soft second voice said again. They would take her home. They’d take her to Rhys, and her mother, who was hopefully already healing. With that in mind, Kosmina let her eyes slide back closed. The darkness welcomed her.
Bayard, High Lord of the Spring Court, stared in astonishment at the spot where the bitch daughter had just disappeared. His sons and Eolande, Lady of the Night Court stared as well. Eolande’s face was scrunched in pain, her face covered in sweat, but there was relief and triumph in her eyes as she stared at the puddle of blood on the snow covered ground, the only sign that her daughter had ever been there. He would have no triumph on the bitch’s face.
“Where did you send her?” Bayard spat, looming over her. For good measure, he slapped her, sending spit and blood across her face.
“I don’t know,” Eolande rasped. “I don’t know if it was even me who sent her. But I do know you’ll never find her. You never will.” And she began to laugh.
The laughter was silenced quickly by a knife through her temple.
Bayard turned to his sons, two of which were scowling, one who was now puking into the snow like the weakling he was. “You tell no one that the bitch got away,” he told them. He knew both Rhysand and his father adored Kosmina, knew they needed to think her dead. “She’ll be dead soon anyways, wherever she is.” Tias and Ercan nodded firmly, but it was to Tamlin that Bayard turned. He leaned in close. “You will tell no one."
Tamlin staggered to his feet and wiped his mouth, and after a moment, he met his father’s eyes, face pale, lips wan. Reluctantly, he nodded. Satisfied, because his youngest son was too much a coward to ever go against his orders, he signaled Tias and Ercan, then grabbed Tamlin’s arm.
They winnowed, leaving Eolande dead in the forest, a puddle of her daughter’s blood next to her corpse.
Well, here it is. My first fic. I’m not happy with it but I can’t stare at it anymore. It turned into kind of an emotional drive by as I didn’t have time to flesh out realistically :) Sorry for any typos!
So here’s my version of how Cassian reacted when Rhys was captured. I would love to read others’ fics on what they think happened!
beginning to wear a hole in the plush carpet as he paced. He kept his arms
crossed in front of his chest, his wings tightly tucked behind him as he went
over the information again in his head. Rhysand had left yesterday without
telling anyone where he was going or what he was planning. This normally
wouldn’t have bothered Cassian as Rhys sometimes went off on his own to attend
to various court dealings as the High Lord, but not even Amren knew where the he
had gone. Something was wrong. Rhys never left without sending word to Amren.
They all had felt
something was amiss as they had gathered at the House of Wind without planning
to meet. They quickly assessed that Rhys had left without word and no
indication of when he would return. Now, Amren and Mor sat huddled at the
table, discussing matters of the court and no doubt trying to distract
themselves from their anxiety. Azriel stood silent at the end of the table, his
shadows curling around his ears. Cassian turned toward the room, ready to tell
the others of his plan to track his High Lord’s whereabouts when he paused.
And then Rhysand’s
voice filled his mind, as if Rhys was standing next to him and speaking in his
“I don’t have much
time. I went under the mountain on my own and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all.”
Images filtered into his head, as clear as if they were Cassian’s own memories.
Rhys’ plan to kill Amarantha from the inside out, to do it without involving
his friends. Rhys taking a drink of wine while burrowing away at that awful
woman’s mental shields. The feeling of his powers draining, his terror at
leaving his court in her clutches. His last desperate efforts to guard his
court and his friends. “I thought I could end her but she trapped us. I’ve used
what power I have left to erase any trace of Velaris from the world and bound
the wards to all of you.” Rhys’ voice was firm but the fear could be heard
behind the High Lord’s command. “Do not come for me, do not leave the city or
the wards will collapse and the city will be exposed. STAY AWAY.” Then, a pulse
of love that that exceeded what words could describe pulsed through Cassian’s
mind, and then stopped. Rhys’ presence was gone.
They had him. They
had taken his brother and it was his fault. He should have realized, should
have known what Rhys was planning. He should have followed without him knowing.
Maybe they would have trapped him too but at least he would not feel the searing
acid of guilt eating away at his chest. They had found each other during the Bloodrite,
had come out of the war alive…
Mor let loose a
single, heart wrenching sob and fell to her knees. Amren had disappeared as
soon as Rhys had said the word ‘trapped’. Cassian would bet that she was at the
boundaries of the city adding her own reinforcements to the wards. Azriel had
gone still during Rhys’s message and had not moved. The shadows that had always
stayed at the edges of his body had become so thick that it was hard to make
out any of his features. They created a protective cocoon around him.
Cassian felt like
someone had set him ablaze, like his emotions had become flame and engulfed
him. A snarl escaped from his lips as he took two steps toward the
nearest wall and slammed his fist into it. He felt the marble crack and the
pain of his fingers breaking before he drew his hand back and slammed it
again. Over and over again he punched
and the walls of the House of Wind shook.
Az’s face appeared
in his periphery, his hand clasped Cassian’s shoulder. Cassian ceased his
endless barrage on the marble and looked at his brother. The Shadowsinger’s
face was impassive, but his eyes were lined with silver and seemed to scream his
unending sorrow. Cassian felt his own tears begin to well up and cascade down
his cheeks. He ground his teeth together as a sob pushed out of his chest. The
sob turned to a roar as Cassian twisted out of Azriel’s grip and flung himself
off the balcony and into the skies.
His wings pumped
and propelled him skyward, toward the edge of the wards, toward the cage that
now bound him to the city and kept him for running to his brother’s side. He
felt the sizzle of magic and felt the squeezing sensation of the wards, as if they
were warning him not to pass. He paused, pressing his fingers onto the
invisible barrier in front of him. It felt like velvet, like Illyrian wings and
endless, calming night. He felt Rhys’ mother’s kindness, the colors of the
Sidra and a small mountain top cabin. He felt Mor’s smile, Amren’s sly eyes,
Azriel’s quiet loyalty and his own roaring laughter. It was as if Rhys had
woven his love for them into the city’s protection. Cassian closed his eyes and
thought of Rhys’ selflessness, his dirty jokes and vicious love for his court. He
pushed his rage, love, heartbreak and understanding into Rhys’ barrier and
hoped that that his brother somehow felt it. He hoped that he knew that Cassian
understood what needed to be done. Cassian would never forget what Rhys had
sacrificed for his court and for his family. He would never stop trying to find
a way to free him.
to the House of Wind after flying over the city. When he entered the house,
Mor, Azriel and Amren were waiting for him. Each of them had expressions of
grim determination that mirrored Cassian’s own. And so they began to plan what
happens next. They planned for what life would be like now, how it had to be
Viviane aspires to join the Winter Court’s guard, but Kallias is not favorable to the idea. The guard is a dangerous position to hold and the High Lors heir knows deep within that Viviane would not be suited for it. This leas to Kallias and Viviane having their first fight.
“One day I am going to join the guard!” Viviane exclaimed with excitement as she swung down from a low-hanging pine branch and landed with ease beside Kallias. A few years had passed since their first fateful encounter in the gardens outside the Winter Court castle.
During that passing of time Viviane and Kallias strengthened their friendship and became known to play or study together. They were inseparable.
“What guard? The High Lord’s Court guard?” Kallias raised a curious brow as he matched Viviane’s stride back toward her home.
Surely that is not what Viviane meant. It took many years of training to join and even more skill that the usual fae
Then there was also the matter of gender. Viviane was a female and more often then not males were the only ones accepted into the forces inside the castle walls. In fact Kallias only recalled a handful of females that had worked their way to the guard over the past centuries.
Yet even if those obstacles were not there for some reason Kallias couldn’t see Viviane holding a position among some of the more ruthless and reserved.
It didn’t suite her lively personality. Viviane should be able to interact with others and bring life to conversations. Not standing among the halls or going to battle against the Winter Court enemies.
Kallias dared not imagine Viviane on the front lines.
Leo took a breath and seemed to brace himself, the only sign of any
discomfort since Takumi had seen him that evening. “I love you, Takumi.
More than any kingdom. More than any supposed responsibilities or
duties.” His words were earnest, although his eyes showed some
apprehension. Was he… worried?
Takumi tried to grasp at some of
his earlier resolve. “Oh yeah?” He felt his heart beat in his chest in
protest and in anticipation. “And what if I don’t accept your apology?
You think you can just send an array of… of disorganized and unrelated
letters and everything will be back to normal?” Takumi remembered the
hurt he’d felt only a few hours ago, when he realized Leo had not
actually shared any of these sentiments or memories with him. Or worse,
the hurt from a few weeks ago when Leo argued against them being
together like it wasn’t even worth the discussion.
Leo leaned in
slightly, tilting his head closer, closing some of the space between
them. “Then I will court you. Mercilessly, without a thought of anyone
and their opinions except yours.”
This, like many other things this evening, caught Takumi off guard. “C-court me?”
he repeated. “I will take you hunting in the forests to the North,
where there are deer twice as large as the one we caught last autumn. I
will buy you the nicest meals from all the restaurants Nohr or Hoshido
have to offer –we’ll eat in a private booth all to ourselves. I’ll use
my telescope and find a new star. I’ll name it after you. We’ll attend
all the Hoshidan festivals, and then, invent some for us to attend in
Nohr.” He leaned in even closer, so his lips were almost tickling
Takumi’s ear. “I will take you to my bed, for you to do whatever you
like with me.” He leaned back again, in time to see Takumi’s blush
(although his expression remained firm). “You were the best thing to
ever happen to me. I pushed you away, and if you can’t forgive that, I
can understand. But then I will start from the beginning. I intend to do
everything properly, this time.”