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Prompt fill for anonymous from the angst thing I reblogged the other day. Longer than anticipated (*sobs into my hands because i’m HOPELESS*) so it’s getting Formatted. As per, unplanned, unedited..have at it.
Title: Winter Stole Summer’s Thrill
Summary: prompt: “Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.” Pain to follow. Elain’s POV.
Teaser: ‘She was going to hold him to that promise he had made to her, those words he had whispered the night before he had left. They had lain in bed together, naked, spent, their arms around one another, their chests heaving in time as they panted for breath, and he had whispered those words to her. “We will always be together, Elain. Always.”
She had fallen asleep with those words warming her heart. She had let him walk onto that battlefield with them ringing in her ears. They were the last words he had ever spoken to her and by the Mother and the Cauldron and whatever other forgotten gods stalk the heavens and play with the lives of men and fae alike, she will hold him to them.’
His hand is cold in hers. The room is quiet, unusually so. Even
when they had lain together here in the mornings there had always been the soft
sounds of birds singing outside, the breeze wafting through the trees, the
servants padding quietly up and down the halls.
The silence now seems an omen. The windows have all been shut up
tight, keeping the room as warm as possible. The birds and the breeze are
exiled from this place of cold death and dark shadows. They belong to the world
beyond, full of life and colour and hope, not here in this place. Elain has the
urge to run to the windows, to throw them open, let the sun and the sounds of
this place fill the room, lift her out of the dead feeling that’s sunk its
claws into her heart.
She doesn’t though, can’t bring herself to leave his side. The
servants have all been sent away. There is only her and him, a few others who
come and go. But this manor is big and they are far away, their footsteps and
voices not managing to echo this far through the empty corridors to break up
When she speaks, her voice sounds too loud, intrusive and
imposing, like a sudden rumble of thunder on a warm spring
day. “Remember,” she whispers to him, “Remember when you promised me
that we’d always be together?” A single tear slips down her cheek. The taste of
salt is like an explosion on her tongue, ripping her from the bland, empty
oasis she’s been stranded in since it happened.
Another tear but she brushes this one away with her free hand.
She shouldn’t cry in front of him, that would upset him. What would he think if
he woke and found her cry at his side? She has to be strong for him. She will be strong for him.
But she can’t help the words that fall from her lips, spilling
out of her along with a fresh wave of tears she can’t hold back no matter how
hard she tries. “Because I remember when I thought you meant it, when I
was sure that nothing could ever take you from me; or me from you.” They’re the
words of a child, that human girl she had been so long ago that’s been broken
by the things that she’s seen, the things she’s endured, the things that she’s
The next words are a plea, desperate and shattered, “My mate, my
mate, my mate…”
They had sealed the bond two years ago. In the middle of a war
but neither of them had cared about that. It was right. It was real. She had
found him again on a battlefield, on two different sides of this war. She
should never have been there, but they had needed everyone to fight they could
and she had refused to sit safely at home alone while everyone else went out to
do what they could.
She had regretted it from the first charge. The blood. The
chaos. The death. She had never been able to stand the sight of blood or gore.
Even after years of living with it, the sight of Feyre cleaning and dressing a
kill in their kitchen had made her feel sick. This had been a hundred times
worse than that. People screaming and crying and dying and killing all around
her, and she caught in the thick of it, like a doe with a shattered leg in the
eye of a storm.
Then he had been there. A blade in either hand. His red hair
flying around him like fire. Fire itself bursting from him, for the first time
in centuries, to protect her, his mate. They had looked at each other, standing
a foot apart, both armed, both spattered in blood and filth and gore, wearing
different colours. He in green and gold and she in black and red.
They had both known what should follow. They had both know that
honour, duty, loyalty, love to all those they followed, demanded their next
actions. They were to take up arms against one another, fight, hurt, kill. This
male…This male had helped drown her and Nesta in that Cauldron, had held
Feyre under while Tamlin drowned her in his own selfish trauma after what
they’d endured. He was on the other side. He had chosen. She had chosen. She
owed him nothing. She didn’t know him, didn’t care about him, didn’t feel
anything for him but…
But she had met those mismatched eyes, full of all the pain and
terror and sadness she’s come to know so intimately, and she hadn’t been able
to do it. Their swords had faltered at the same time, their power dulling, a
hurricane turned to a quiet shower of rain in the face of this one they could
not hurt. She had taken his arm, had begged him to do something, to rally his
forces. They would listen to him, they would follow him, he could end this, end
He had. They had.
At least that day, that one battle, they had managed to stop.
She had brought him before Feyre and Rhys and he had spoken for Spring, had
told them he wanted this pointless slaughter to end. The men they had saved
that day had simply died the next but for that moment…She had seen something
in his eyes. She had seen a hatred for this battle and bloodshed that everyone
else seemed to accept as inevitable and right. She had seen a desire for peace,
for true peace, what she longed for more than anything. She had seen hope. And
she had never looked back.
Still they fight. The first War had raged for seven year, she
had been told. This one has lasted five already and everyone involved believes
it might easily double that. More and more peoples from across the sea are
getting pulled into this, taking sides, summoning armies, dragging this on and
on and on, filling the world with death and pain and screams.
Already she has worn so many faces in this game of chance they
play with people’s lives, where the roll of dice sends them to fight, to kill,
to die. She’s been a victim; fresh from the Cauldron, in shock, in pain, with
nothing left but her skin and her sisters.
A hope. Her powers could change this war, could give them
an edge, but she doesn’t want to fight, doesn’t want to hurt, doesn’t want to
kill, just wants to hide.
A soldier. Despite her feeble protests she had still been
trained to fight - just so you can protect yourself- they had told her, but she
knew, even then, that protecting herself would come at the cost of harming
others and she had hated every second of it.
A spy. She was his mate, ready made, she could get close,
could make him trust her, he would never hurt her, never, never, never.
A traitor. They knew he wouldn’t hurt her, knew he wouldn’t
hurt them, not while they held her. They had never suspected she might turn on
them, that her love for a stranger might be more than her lust for war and
deceit. They had never suspected that might not be able to hurt him,
A High Lady. The power came to her when Tamlin had fallen and
Lucien had smiled and sworn his blade to Spring once more. To her. She had
allied them again with Night, with her fierce sisters who found ways to thrive
in this war while she felt sometimes she was barely surviving it. She and
Lucien had fought and strived, turned former enemies to allies; turned former
friends to dust and ash.
(A/n): I seriously honest to God love this request a lot
Request: *cough* so, uh… I’ve never requested or suggested anything before. But if you ever feel like it, could you write something where Ethan and the female reader meet at a convention or something and end up liking each other? It’s okay if you don’t want to though! ^_^
Warnings: lmao fluff but I do not believe I swore
“So, I’m not prepared.” you mumbled aloud.
Your eyes flickered to meet with the cabbie’s. Cheeks flushing with sudden realization, you apologized swiftly; claiming to have said nothing of importance.
“Alright,” they smiled back “We’re here anyway, miss. That will have to be ten fifteen, please.”
You offered him a shy smile and gave him a twenty “Thank you, keep the change.”
The driver eased you with a smile of his own and observed you leaving the cab.
You turned to wave him off politely. Shaking yourself back around, you faced a large, modern looking building.
“Vidcon…” you uttered dumbly.
Though you have already joined yourself here twice in the past, it was still a striking experience to be welcomed back.
Being a gaming youtuber certainly did have its pros.
“Okay, okay, check list.” you breathed and readied yourself.
“Wallet; check.” you tapped at your left front pocket.
“Phone; check.” you viewed your right hand.
“Bag?” looking at your messenger bag that crossed your front “Check.”
You began to smile to yourself.
The music that lulled from the large building was similar to a soft jazz with an electro mix. It calmed your nerves a bit.
‘Just go inside before you actually lose anything.’ your inner voice stated.
Shaking your head lightly, you stepped your way up to the large door where many, many people stood. Finding your way to a line you otped to wait for a bit.
Your eyes slipped across many faces and tags, walls and signs. You truly were excited for this convention; your first with a panel.
Gliding your way up to the officials, one politely asked for your day time pass.
You smiled at her and patted both of your back pockets.
Slowly, your expression seemed to drain of its original joy. You quaintly looked back at the woman and chuckled gingerly.
‘I’ve forgotten it…’ your mind hissed sourly.
“Are you a plus one, maybe?” the woman asked again.
You were about to shake your head ‘no’, before someone cut you off at the thought.
“Yeah, mine.” the man that stood directly behind you spoke up.
You didn’t venture here with any other friends and you had not planned on meeting up with anyone else prior to arriving. So the declaration came as a shock.
Your mouth moved on it’s own when you were about to deny the statement but the lady was already beaming warmly at the man and asking for his pass instead.
Spinning your head around you briefly locked eyes with him before he pushed you forward, not being able to take in his look fully.
“I told you to wait for me, idiot.” he said funnily.
“I should get you a leash.” they laughed.
The boy nudged you all the way inside the Vidcon building. Then he stopped abruptly. You took this as an opportunity to finally turn and view him.
So you turned and there he stood with a stupid smile. He was clad in a light blue t-shirt with a lapis blue collar. His thin black jeans were cuffed at the ends to show white Chuck Taylor’s.
And his hair, was blue.
“Sorry about that.” he admitted.
“You realize you just payed for my whole day, right?” You mumbled, looking him directly in the eyes.
He smiled “Yeah, make sure I didn’t waste my money?” he joked right after.
“I- no of course not!” laughing nervously, you continued “Thank you very much.”
“Don’t mention it!”
“I am a youtuber though,” you chuckled “I have a panel today.”
“Oh! I hope to see it then,” he chanced a bigger grin “My name is Ethan.”
You struck out your hand for him “(Y/n).” lips contorting into a smile.
Ethan shook it heartily.
Eventually, you both parted ways with warm goodbyes. You hoped to face him again sooner or later, but as of right now you need to prepare for your panel.
“Alright, okay, shush!” you laughed into your hand mic.
Your audience of fans quieted soon after your demand and you continued with thanking them. You told them that you were going to start with a small Q&A. The funny kind.
“If you don’t ask it in a funny voice, you don’t get an answer from me.” you declared.
Pushing back some of your (h/c) hair, you beamed at some of the hilarious voices that were strewn out during the event.
“Am I excited for one million? Ah, no, of course not. That’s a stupid question.” you scoffed. The crowd rippled with common laughter.
“Okay~! One more.” you chuckled.
Pulling your hand up, your eyes raked over the people in front of you. Finding it difficult to pick, you sighed dreamily into your microphone. Though, soon your eyes landed upon a mess of blue. Ethan.
You let your pointed finger drop on his raised hand as you face danced with familiar happiness.
Ethan coughed to begin with before a gruff voice parted his lips “Ah, are you usually forgetful?”
Head falling back with laughter, you fans seemed confused at first, but then actually recognized him.
They started to chat his name.
You laughed even harder and his face flushed with a contrast to his hair, and shirt.
“Guys, shh! Shhh! I had to sneak away from Tyler and Mark to get here!” The blue haired boy cried.
The large auditorium was charmed with even more laughter. Then, you answered.
“Yeah, I would say that I am. It’s a bummer that I can’t have more people like you around me that pay for my entire day though.”
The audience erupted with ‘awwwe’s and Ethan chuckled, scratching his neck with a dopey smile.
“That’s really all the time that I have! Thank you tons for coming out to see me, had I hope to see you all next year!”
❆ ❆ ❆
You left the back of your panel stage with a small smile. You went through one of the side exits right to the main ground.
You hoped to walk around a bit and see all the other booths and maybe meet up with your corresponding youtube friends.
The voice came suddenly, but you still recognized the tone to be Ethan. The smile of your face slipped into an even larger one.
“Ethan!” you called back jokingly.
Ethan met you halfway and looked at you with a goof smile plastered to his lips.
“You did great up there.” he laughed, viewing your eyes.
“Hey thanks, you made it worth it.”
Ethan’s smile never faltered as he spoke again, though his eyes did shift nervously.
“I was coming to ask if you might want to join Mark and I up on our own panel!” he blurted “I mean- of course you don’t have to, you probably are tired from just doing yours but I just thou–”
“I sure will.” you said.
“Really?” he dazed, sounding like an excited child.
“Only if afterwards you join me for coffee. I’ll pay.” you challenged, offering him a charming smile.
Neither of them had meant to make their feelings so transparent, but somehow these Amestrians knew (Edward, Greed, Mr. Hohenheim, Alphonse, Dr. Knox… they all had a way of seeing straight through them)
maybe it was something in the way they spoke of each other, or perhaps in the way they protected each other, or in the way they each admired and valued the other
Perhaps the people of this country just have a way of recognizing l o v e when they see it.
Lingfan Week - Making it Public
(repost, because for some reason this never posted in any of the tags, and done a month later because i did not notice at first)