★ swords & broken shields || part 4

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford / Alistair Theirin
Summary: Cullen’s dreamed of Alistair, reality blurred. Trevelyan’s gone investigating, and a warden learns that even the worst nightmares can be conquered [first part of two].
Warnings: Fade sass, Italics, Some sap, Blood. Special thanks to dgcakes for being my official pun master ♥
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 2 ½ || Part 3

Green. Grey. Emerald smoke and violent fires, red and death and decay, vision blurred on foreign shadows. What have you done for them lately, Alistair? and the question looms over his body, a dissonance in his head as he lies inert on the ground, and he doesn’t feel the same dread that’s plagued him before. He doesn’t feel much of anything, truth be told, save for the pain arcing through his back, sharp, a vague reminder of what just occurred. Alistair, he thinks he hears, and there’s a noise in his throat, ripples of broken notes wheezing past his lips, and he winces and he laughs, a sidelong glance towards his troubles. His nightmares. Dark, grotesque, colossal, and the sight seeps through his bones, withers, a mass of despair he no longer fears.

What have you done for them lately, Alistair?

Weeeeeell, and he smiles, weak, drained, burdens lifted, and he coughs and he winces again, flat on his back. It doesn’t matter that he can’t feel his legs any longer. It doesn’t matter because the creature lies defeated next to him, his blade deep into its flank, and with its death comes a sense of freedom he’s nearly forgotten, a sense of peace, and he breathes easy, wounded but alive, somewhat, one last triumph—a victory over his failures.

A victory over his doubts.

His shield’s scattered all around him, pieces of shattered wood and sharp iron gouging  his skin, and he bleeds, a copper tang on his tongue, cuts and bruises and burns under the ripped fabric of his armor. He doesn’t move—he can’t, the muscles of his lower body numb, but he feels his back and he feels the pressure crowding his chest and he thinks, hazily, that playing hero doesn’t particularly suit him after all. He nearly died, and for all he knows, perhaps he has. It’s hard to tell, throat set aflame and vision darkened, and he aches everywhere, dust prickling his eyes and silence filling his ears, crimson rivulets running down his face. There’s no lingering buzz here in the back of his skull and it’s odd, but a dead man probably wouldn’t feel pain, or so he likes to imagine. It bodes well, or perhaps it doesn't—he doesn’t know the gravity of his wounds, he doesn’t know much of anything here, and still there’s something clawing at his senses, one certainty that seems to alleviate the stupor of his agony.

They’re safe. All of them. Trevelyan. Dorian. Cassandra. Varric. Hawke.


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What If: Fairy Tail, Code Blue Gone Wrong

So, I know that is isn’t exactly word for word based off from the chapter, but I tried my best! And I’m sorry if my interpretation on any the characters aren’t like what you had in mind! I just trying to get all of the angst out of me before I go mad!!! I hope you like it!


Lucy cringed as the Avatar guild member slammed the cell door open, entering the damp prison. She looked up to see him towering over her.

“Who sent you?” He demanded.

Lucy gulped and shook her head. “We came to get Gray! We came of our own free will!” She insisted, wriggling in her chains.

Natsu nodded in agreement. “Yeah! We came to knock some sense back into that stupid ice princess’s head!” Natsu yelled defiantly. “Where is Gray?! I’ll knock him upside the head right now!” Natsu yelled.

Gouman smirked and chuckled to himself. “They already left for the purification! I’m afraid you’ll never see him again!” Gouman said, turning back around to face Lucy.

“But that isn’t your main concern right now. You should tell me who really sent you, or things could get hairy.” Gouman frowned.

Lucy scoffed. “We already told you! We came of our free will!” She snapped back. Gouman did not look pleased with her answer, and he sighed, turning to leave the cell. But before he did, he snapped his fingers. The chains around Lucy’s wrists flew to the top of the cell, and more chains wrapped themselves around her ankles. She gasped in shock, and Natsu jolted up to go help her. But Gouman snapped his fingers again, and Natsu flew against the furthest wall of the prison cell, his chains keeping him in place.

Natsu lifted his head and stared at Gouman and Lucy earnestly, anger and hatred in his eyes. “If you lay a finger on her…” Natsu said lowly and virulently.

Gouman turned to Natsu. “If you tell me who sent you, there won’t be a need to torture her.” He said plainly, turning and grabbing a cart with sharp and painful looking things laying atop of it. Natsu cringed and clenched his teeth.

“No one sent us! We came to get Gray back!” Natsu yelled, sending Lucy a worried glance. She sent him back a determined look, but he saw the fright flicker in them before she turned back to Gouman. Gouman sniffed.

“Gray is our good comrade! He’d never betray us like he did you!” Gouman reasoned, picking up a sharp looking tool. “Now, should we start with whipping? Or maybe licking your feet?” Gouman pondered aloud.

Natsu and Lucy both looked at each other with question an Lucy shuddered at the thought of being licked. Natsu tuned to Gouman and nodded his head. “I think we should start with the licking!” Natsu said, ignoring Lucy’s protests. “It seems less painful!” He argued.

Gouman stroked his chin. “On the contrary, it’s probably the most painful of all of the tortures I have planned. See, you rub a salty oil on the victims feet and send a goat to lick it off. It doesn’t do anything at first, but after the oil is gone the barbed tongue of the goat starts to rip off the skin of the victim. And the goat never stops.” Gouman said.

Natsu made a face and Lucy shivered dramatically. “Definitely not the licking then.” She shuddered.

Gouman lifted up an ax. “Now, you can tell me who sent you and what you want.” He said, looking at Lucy.

Lucy bit her lip in frustration and moved her hands as much as she could to emphasize her answer. “We came of our own free will!” She said loudly. Natsu growled and pulled against the chains. “She’s telling the truth! We just came back to get Gray - .”

“I’ve had enough!” Gouman yelled, snapping his fingers again. Lucy’s chains moved according to Gouman’s desire, until Lucy was suspended in air in front of Gouman. Gouman raised the ax above his head and grimaced. “Let’s see how much faith you have in your dear ex-comrade! What do you say, Dragon Slayer?! How far should I go? All the way in half? Or just halfway?” Gouman yelled, swinging the ax down.

“LUCY!!!” Natsu screamed, pulling on the chains with all of his might. Sweat trickled down his face, his eyes wide with shock.

Lucy clenched her eyes shut, tears spilling from her eyes. She tensed her entire body and prepared for the worst. A shout was hear from the hallway, but no one noticed.

“Gouman, no!” The voice frantically called. “Ice Make!” It yelled.

But it was too late.

The ice just barely managed to throw Gouman off, and lowered the impact power of the blade of the ax. But it did not stop it from piercing Lucy’s body, splattering blood everywhere. Natsu’s eyes were wide in incomprehensible shock. Happy had been silent the entire time, shock rendering his body unable to move. Gray stood by the cell door, his eyes wide as well as he stared at the severely maimed body of Lucy Heartfilia.

Her maid outfit was turned completely red, and her fair skin was speckled in droplets. Her screamed penetrated the stunned silence, but it was cut short when she coughed blood up.

“Lucy….?” Natsu whispered, his vision clouding.

Lucy couldn’t hear him though. She was in too much shock for her to be able to comprehend anything right at the moment.

Something broke inside of Nasu, and his vision went from clouded to red. A fierce desperate scream ripped from his throat, and he found the strength to burst free of the chains. He ran to her side and broke her chains off carefully before gently setting her on the ground. He swept her hair out of her face and looked her in the eyes, tears welling up in both of their eyes.

“You’ll be fine Lucy. I promise.” Natsu whispered, his voice cracking slightly. He then arose and turned to the half frozen Gouman, who was struggling to get out of the ice that ensnared him.

Natsu allowed his fire to creep up his body, his unimaginable hated and anger pulsating through the burning red flames. Gouman met Natsu’s eyes, and fear struck his heart. Natsu’s eyes were like deep dark hole, in which the melting-hot flames of hatred burned bright, and thirsted for blood. Gouman gulped and struggled to get out. “No! I-I will not die this way!” Gouman stammered.

“You will die, Avatar guild member. All of you.” Natsu’s hollow voice threatened, sending chills down everyone’s back.

Gouman didn’t even have time to cry out before Natsu burned him alive. His ashes scattered to the ground and was blown away by the damp prison air. Both Happy and Gray were both beyond astonished that Natsu had killed right in front of them and Lucy. Natsu’s flames died down and he kneeled down on the ground, slowly turning to Lucy.

Blood still bubbled at her mouth, and the puddle around her grew with every second. He shook uncontrollably when he laid his eyes on her again, and his courage shook, threatened to fail him.

“Lucy… Lucy, I’m…. So-sorry….” Natsu said hoarsely, getting close to Lucy. “For leaving you… For not being there for you… For letting…. This…. Happen.” Natsu choked, a sob escaping his lips.

He grabbed her hand, and held it against his face. His tears started to fall on her wound, mixing in with the dark pool. Lucy’s eyes became glazed over with tears, and she squeezed slowly and weakly back in Natsu’s hand. Natsu’s eyes widened as he stared back into her eyes.

“Bring…. The guild… Back! Find… Everyone!” She wheezed out, coughing blood out.

Natsu winced and blinked his tears away. “I will! But you’ve got to do it with me! Fairy Tail wouldn’t be anything without everyone there!” Natsu sobbed, wiping his tears.

Lucy moved her thumb to wipe the tears from his face and smiled softly. “I missed…. Fairy Tail…. So much - !” She was interrupted by blood spurting from her wound.

Natsu leaned forward and grasped her hand tighter. “Lucy! Lucy, don’t leave me!” Natsu panicked, his heartbeat increasing tenfold.

“Good…. Bye… Natsu….” Her voice faded, and her hand went slack in his.