The fact that I believe Ignis understands Noctis the best c: and respects his position and feelings the most. Plus his dedication towards Noctis is just flat out everything to me.

I think in brotherhood Ignis was distant and couldn’t get behind Noctis being the next king or prince, specially when Ignis was so dedicated to his job and stuff, but he began to understand Noctis and led him to become who he is in FFXV.

You can argue that all the chocobros are loyal and stuff, specially Gladio. But Ignis not only has loyalty but a massive amount of dedication towards Noctis, as in I can’t see one without the other. People might feel bitter over Ignis past but when Ignis and Noctis speak about it, Noctis mentions how it is Ignis hobby to take care of him and Ignis agrees with a laugh. Then when you learn about Ignis’ reason for cooking, he speaks about Noctis smiling when he first cooked for him and how he will never forget it. This fucking melts my heart.

On top of all of this Ignis respects Noctis position without trying to be overly-dominant and also trying to push him into it. Whenever you go somewhere he mentions how what they do is UP TO NOCT, because that’s how it is. Noctis in the end is a prince and letting him lead in small aspects of his life, even choosing when they sleep is up to him, not just you as the player. He always considers Noctis’ opinion to be the most important and also the top priority, and when he doesn’t agree with him he makes it be known. He stops you from being overly reckless and wants you to understand how things work around you.

I specially started to ship it after Luna died. Gladio was being his usual hyper-masculine self when he tried to get Noctis to get up like before, but this time this wasn’t what Noctis needed. He was already under a lot of pressure just by carrying the ring itself, and as we saw it was even painful putting it on. He pretty much called Noctis a pussy and disregarded his feelings, even if Gladio himself had reasons for it.

Ignis was obviously in denial over the fact that he was blind, but even when he was going through so much. HE DID NOT WANT Noctis to blame himself and to feel bad for what happened to him, he even keeps telling Noctis it was just a flesh wound when Noctis KNOWS it isn’t. He knows Ignis is not going to be fine and you can see the guilt on his face even if he doesn’t speak about (reason why I love the cuts animation). He did not want any of the blame to fall on Noctis and it shows when he stopped Gladio when Gladio was pushing too much.

He even wants to keep going with you, to a dungeon. HE IS BLIND AND HE IS NOT WILLING TO ABANDON YOU. Do you know how much that fucking meant to me???? Jesus fuck I wanted to leave him behind just so he wouldn’t get hurt, but I couldn’t and I took him with me all the way. It is during this dungeon that you learn how bad it is. How bad it is for Ignis to try to even follow you guys, BUT HE WON’T ABANDON YOU. Then he shows you that even if he is fucking blind he is still a god damn bad ass because is mother fucking Ignis.

And this is my favorite fucking part, after you defeat the tentacle monster, he is done with this shit. He isn’t going to see again, he is blind. There is NOTHING that can be done about it and Gladio being a smartass ain’t gonna fix nothing, neither is Noctis being defensive and fighting back. He tells them to stop because this solves NOTHING. He tells Gladio to chill the fuck out because Noctis WILL be king and WILL lead them but he WILL do it when he’s ready and shoving him and pushing him towards the edge is not going to do shit. But he also tells Noctis that he needs to understand that shit happens, and sometimes sacrifices have to be made but he has to keep pushing. He has to. And as we all know one of Noctis’ biggest fears is losing the people he cares about, he is pretty much telling him that Noctis biggest fear is his reality but he will stick with him no matter what.

Ignis is loyal, dedicated, loves Noctis unconditionally even after he lost his sight and will always be there for him, no matter what. He is the support Noctis needs when he is doubtful, and he is the support he needs when he also has to be strong. Because Ignis won’t push Noctis forward when he cannot be pushed (they are there to stand by his side, not guide him, that’s not how a king is made) BUT he will hold Noctis’ hand and help him get up, when he needs it the most.

Ignis is just the main man. He is just too strong and amazing.

Beware the Ides of March

this isn’t the fic i intended to write today (or ever really) but it’s the fic that happened so

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Bellamy doesn’t believe in any higher power, not really. He also doesn’t believe in fate, or coincidence, or any of those other things that people like to blame random happenings on.

But he will admit that if he did actually believe in any of those things, he would be fully convinced that they were laughing at his misfortune at this very minute which. Honestly, he would be too if not for the stab wound in his side. Stab wounds apparently make the whole laughing thing kind of difficult. Who’d’ve known.

“Would you just hold still?” Clarke huffs as she tries to clean the wound.


“You’re incorrigible.”

“And your bedside manner sucks, princess.”

She pinches the soft skin on the inside of his bicep and he yelps, glaring at her balefully.

It’s not like he wants to be here, sitting on the uncomfortable examination table in the ER, shirt off, and paper crinkling noisily beneath him each time he so much as breathes. No one ever wants to be in the ER, leaking blood all over the place because they were fucking stabbed in a mugging gone wrong, not even if the opportunity lends itself to a bout of truly morbid humour.

Just this morning he was telling his sophomores about the Ides of March and now here he is, living his own version of it. Again, he would be laughing except- stab wound.

Clarke is bent over his side, wisps of blonde hair escaping her braid and looking platinum in the harsh fluorescent hospital lighting. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she goes over the cut with antiseptic, and he hisses once more.

“That hurts,” he grunts, and then flinches again when she goes back in with another piece of gauze. Most of the bleeding has stopped, but there’s still a lazy trickle that she has to keep wiping up intermittently.

“Stab wounds tend to do that,” she deadpans.

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Just A Flesh Wound

@blurryface-vel asked: Can I make a request with “It’s Just a cut, really!” Where the reader gets hurt in the battle with Graves and Newt starts freaking out because the cut is worse than they thought? And just fluff?? Thanks, love your blog!

A/N: I changed the fight to be the final one between Newt and Grindelwald, I hope that’s okay! And I hope you enjoyed this!!

warning: blood, worry, and such a sweet love confession that you may get a cavity 

Once Grindelwald was up the stairs leading outside, you finally let out a breath you’ve been holding in since the Niffler escaped Newt’s case. You both came to America to free Frank, and now that he was finally safe, your anxieties immediately settled down, and as you relaxed your shoulders, you felt a pain in your side. You pressed your hand against it, and it came away coated with blood. You quickly covered up your wound again and calmly walked over to your friends who were finally relaxing after such a dangerous and adventurous weekend. You stood next to Newt, and when he put his arm around your side, you winced.

“Y/N, what-what’s wrong?” he asked, instantly worried and looking you over for any life threatening wounds.

“Newt, I’m fine, I just have a few scratches. Some spells and curses hit me, but I was able to avoid most of them. I really am okay,” you reassured him, rubbing his arm. He noticed that you were clutching your side.

“Are you sure you’re okay? P-please let me look at that. If anything were to happen to you… I-I” “I’m fine Newt, it’s just a scratch,” you say to cut him off. “Come on, we need to figure out a way to keep Jacob’s memory. For now, let’s put him in your case and get back to the apartment before anyone notices that something is up.”

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right!” he said as he sprung into action. “J-Jacob, I can get you through the rain and you can keep your memory, just p-please don’t make a sound,” Newt explained as Jacob climbed into the case. You looked at him with adoration whenever you saw him caring for his friends this much. It reminded you of how he took care of your little sister… You instantly push those thoughts away from your mind, and focused on what was happening in front of you. It was only then that you realized your friends had started walking away, and that you were feeling incredibly dizzy. Newt seemed to have realized this as well. He turned to you, asking if you were okay. You could see the concern in his eyes as he began walking back towards you, but just when you were about to answer, you collapsed.

Newt dropped his case and rushed to you just as you hit your head on the ground. “Y-Y/N, Y/N! Y/N please wake up, please stay with me” he begged as he frantically searched your body for the source of you passing out. He looked up at Queen and Tina, “p-please help me!” he shouted. He was becoming desperate and could feel his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. Just as he was checking the fresh wound on your head from the fall, your bloodied hand fell away, and Newt felt his heart stop. He slowly lifted your jacket away, exposing your blood-stained shirt and a large gash across your side. “Y/N… Y/N/N… please wake up. I can’t do this without you. I nee-” he cut himself off when you noticed you stirring awake. 

“What… what happened? Newt… why are you crying?” it was then that Newt realized his had tears running down his face. You went to wipe them away, but cried out in pain when you pulled on your wound. Newt began crying more and applied pressure to your wound as he said “it’s okay, it-it’s okay Y/N, I’m going to take care of you and you’re going to be okay, I-I promise. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. You have been my best friend and only friend for my entire life a-and I’m not going to let you leave now, o-okay? I couldn’t save your sister but I can… will save you. Please. You will survive because… because… b-because I love you and I n-ned you to.”

By that time you had already passed out again, but you smiled knowing that you were safe in Newt’s loving arms, and that he would save you, like he tried to save your sister. However you knew that you would wake up and see his beautiful smile once more.

anonymous asked:

Hey could you maybe write another physical injury/hurt/comfort fic? I'd really need some comfort and the only way my mind accepts it is if it comes because of physical pain.It's like non-physical pain isn't 'worthy' of comfort for my mind.Logically I know that's stupid but my feelings still beg to differ, if that makes sense.And not even that works in real life lol. I ended up in a hospital a couple months back and I refused to let anyone visit and insisted to help out everyone. My mind sucks :(

She’s not wearing her vest when she gets shot.

She’s not wearing her vest and  the bullet just misses collapsing her lung and she’s in surgery for eight hours.

Eight hours during which it takes the combined strength of the Martian Manhunter and Supergirl to keep Alex from torturing and killing the man who shot her.

Despite their unearthly strength, Alex still gets a few solid hits in.

She tries to wash off most of his blood before they finally tell her that her girlfriend is in recovery, that she can go see her (J'onn and Kara had delivered a few carefully worded threats about the hospital’s “family only” policy ahead of Alex’s arrival, mainly to prevent Alex from straight up murdering a nurse or physician’s assistant).


Maggie’s voice is groggy and unfocused, but it’s her voice, it’s her voice, it’s her voice.

“Hey.” Alex’s voice is hoarse from eight hours of screaming and raspy with unshed tears and quaking with she’s alive, she’s okay, she’s okay.

“You look like you’ve been through hell,” Maggie whispers like she’s not the one with oxygen tubes in her nose and IVs in her veins and stitches holding her torso together.

“You were touch and go for a while,” is Alex’s only explanation, and tears flood Maggie’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“What? No. No, Maggie, you have nothing to – why would you – Maggie, please don’t apologize, I should be, I wasn’t there to protect you – ”

“It was a routine patrol, Danvers. It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m fine.”

And she is, she is – Alex has to repeat it like an unending mantra in her head – but her recovery is going to be long, and if Alex thought Maggie was stubborn before, she reaches a whole new level with this.

Because she’s not supposed to walk unassisted.

But Alex catches her getting up to go to the bathroom alone in the middle of the night because “you looked so peaceful sleeping, Danvers.”

And she’s not supposed to change her own bandages, but Alex catches her trying anyway, because “Why should you have all the fun, Danvers?”

And she’s supposed to take her pain meds regularly, but Alex finds the bottle just as full as she left it when she headed out to the DEO, because “They get me loopy and it’s whatever, it’s just a flesh wound at this point.”

“Maggie. I need you to listen to me, and I need you to try and hear me. Okay?”

Maggie gulps because she thinks she knows what’s coming, and her lip trembles and she clenches her jaw because who wants to be with someone who’s gonna take so long to recover from a stupid injury, who wants to be stuck in the house when she could be playing pool, making out, with someone else?

Someone who’s not scared of getting addicted to the pain meds, someone who doesn’t need the damn things to begin with?

“I know you don’t like talking about yourself. And I know you don’t know how to be taken care of. Because I don’t think anyone’s ever really taken care of you. But I want to, Maggie. I want to take care of you. That’s what I’m here for. But I need you to not sabotage that, okay? You have to let your body heal, okay? You have to try and trust me, just a little bit, just enough to take care of you while you’re still healing up. And then you can go back to pretending you can kick my ass at sparring.”

“I can, I can do it right now, Danvers – ”

Alex laughs and Maggie cracks the first real grin she’s had in days.

“You’re not mad at me?”

“Maggie, how could I possibly be mad at you?”

Maggie’s lip wobbles and her jaw clenches and she looks away.

“I’m all needy, and… and boring.”

Alex sighs and lays down next to her, tossing the covers over both of them and propping herself up on a stack of pillows. She grabs at the remote and puts her arm around Maggie’s shoulders and snuggles her close, flipping on Netflix as she kisses Maggie’s temple.

“Mandatory bed rest, Netflix, comfy pillows, and an even comfier girlfriend? How could I ever be bored, Maggie?”

The next time she has to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, she pokes Alex awake timidly and lets her help her hobble inside.

The next time she has to change her bandages, she watches how gentle, how loving, how attentive, how skilled, Alex’s hands are, and she makes Alex blush with a series of comments about her hot doctor girlfriend.

The next time she needs pain meds, she lets Alex regulate her amount and makes sure she eats and has plenty of water.

And the next time she feels like she doesn’t deserve to be taken care of, like it’s just a flesh wound and she should be able to take care of it all herself, she lets Alex kiss her and whisper sweet everythings in her ear, and she lets Alex help her heal.

a non-exhaustive list of things that destroyed me in The Summer Palace (SPOILERS!!):

- Damen taking a moment just to look at Laurent before Laurent knows he’s there and feeling silly-nervous about seeing him again UGH

- the revelation that Damen’s ‘IT’S JUST A FLESH WOUND’ bullshit really was just bullshit and that stab wound kind of nearly killed him, like goddamnit Damen you are the worst narrator ever, I stopped worrying about the stab wound because you were just like ‘teehee, Laurent will HAVE to be nice to me while I’m recovering from being Mildly Stabbed :D’



- ‘there was delight in seeing Laurent explore himself, a young man who was sweet, teasing, at times unexpectedly earnest. Having made the decision to let Damen in, Laurent had not gone back on it. When the walls went up, it was with Damen inside them.’ can I gift CS Pacat a bouquet of roses/my undying gratitude/the deeds to my house/my firstborn/etc just for this line ALONE, I could actually cry

- Laurent pledging his love and loyalty for Damen to the statue of Damen’s mother, like how fucking Pure and Beautiful is that, and THEN saying they should visit Auguste’s statue/grave at Arles UUGGHHHHHHHHHH


- was there literally any part of the bath scene that didn’t kill me

- such a complete and utter reversal of the original bath scene in book 1

- Laurent attending Damen, doing everything he’s told, being more gentle than Damen ever thought he could be, tenderly washing the scars on Damen’s back, ‘healing something he hadn’t known needed to be healed’ HONESTLY JUST FUCK ME UP

- ‘You didn’t know how afraid I was of you?’

‘Of me? Or of yourself?’

‘Of what was happening between us.’ SCREAM


- Laurent is learning wrestling!! from! Nikandros!!!!! I hope that is one of the forthcoming short stories I really do

- ‘‘The truth is you’re very sweet, aren’t you,’ said Damen’ SOBS

- they just walk around naked for a while??? amazing

- I’m not even going into the SWEET SCHMOOPY LOVEMAKING, like don’t even get me started


- someone knocking on the door when they are immediately post-coitus and Damen being like oH HERE WE GO because he knows exactly what Laurent is going to do 

- Damen’s retinue FINALLY showing up at the end, like how fucking far behind did he leave them, he and Laurent accomplished quite a bit in the time it took them to catch up

- it was perfect

- and I am dead

Broken Ribs, Burned Feet, and a Hell of a Lot More

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,011

Warnings: mentions of torture and sexual assault, language, canon divergence 

Summary: Set to 12x13 Family Feud - the reader proves that Sam underwent more than just “broken ribs and burned feet” during his torture with Toni. 

“…melting Rugaru brains.” Mary finished, tossing a bottle cap onto the table. It clattered loudly in the silence that followed.

“Uh, ‘melting Rugaru brains?’” Sam asked, confusion prominent in his voice. A partially unwrapped burger sat in front of him; he’d abandoned it seconds earlier.

There was an even longer silence this time. The three of you stared actress the war table at Mary, who anxiously shifted her weight and flexed her fingers. Her blonde hair curled around her face as she stared at the brightly lit table.

“There’s no easy way to say it, so I’m just gonna say it. I have sort of… been working with the British Men of Letters.” She declared. There was no shame in her voice, but she refused to look at either you or her sons.

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Things that made me cry this morning (first playthrough)

  • Seeing Ignis’s scars the first time
  • Ignis saying sacrificing his sight was a small price to pay
  • Ignis having to be guided by Gladio and Prompto at the port
  • The way Ignis sleeps if you rest at the station (arm over his eyes)
  • You can choose to leave Ignis behind when you go in the mine
  • Ignis says “I’ll manage somehow” if you choose to bring him
  • If you walk too fast, you’ll leave Ignis behind
  • Ignis stumbling
  • Ignis falling down
  • Prompto being a sweet bun and staying with Ignis to guide him in the mines
  • Ignis saying “this is more challenging than I expected” about fighting
  • Ignis falling down in battle
  • The guys telling Ignis to watch his step/about enemies
  • Ignis asking for visual on things (“what does it look like?”“did it work?”“what is it??”)
  • If you accidentally swing your sword near Ignis Gladio says “don’t you think you’ve hurt Iggy enough”
  • No recipes at camp
  • Ignis throwing the fire ball into the nasty swamp monster’s mouth because honey you saved us
  • Ignis stopping the party to get them to stop bickering
  • Ignis saying he wants to stay with them til the end
  • Ignis yelling(ish)
  • Ignis offering to bow out if he slows them down
  • Ignis talking about driving and how he’s listening to people more closely
  • Aranea saying the world is cruel when she sees Ignis’s eyes
  • Ignis going “uh” and then following it up with “just a flesh wound” when Aranea asks about his eyes

and other things

Sparring. A Rowaelin Oneshot.

  Hiya Guys! This whole story is a lot more angsty and long than I had intended, but ya know…. This was my first fic that I’ve ever had someone submit me a prompt. That wonderful person was @targaryenqueenofvelaris.

Prompt: Aelin is hurt while sparring and has to calm down Rowan.

Aelin grinned a bit as she watched Connall slap Fenrys upside the head, the dark twin snarling as Fenrys laughed. It was refreshing to see them kid with each other in spite of the last month’s events. She shook her head and braced a hand on her hip. She still couldn’t believe she was standing there; in the sunlight, breathing, feeling, living.
  She had survived Maeve and Erawan, and now she stood in her Castle, watching her friends— her family train.
A laugh escaped her lips, and Rowan, who had been leaning against a tree a few feet away from her, cocked a brow.
She shook her head, “Nothing, nothing.”
 Rowan shoved of the tree, his eyes bright as he walked towards her. She took him in as he walked closer, his powerful body at a sort of ease she had rarely ever seen.
“You know, Princess, you should be out there training.”
She rolled her eyes, “First of all; I’m a Queen. Second of all; I was going to ask you if you wanted to spar, but since you’re being a pain in my ass, I’ll ask one of the twins.”
 He stepped closer, close enough that they shared breath, “Really?”
Aelin hummed and slid a hand up his chest, over his shoulder. “Really.”
His eyes danced, the green dark in the shade of the tree, and pang of love went through her. She laughed again and stood on her tiptoes, kissing the bow of his lips softly.
 “You know I can kick your ass,” she whispered against his skin.
Rowan huffed a laugh, “Why do you think I love you so much?”
  With another laugh, she slanted her mouth against his, her other hand coming up to tangle in his hair. Rowan slipped a broad hand around her waist, his fingers making idle strokes along her back.
Behind Rowan, there was a sharp wolf-whistle. Two guesses from whom it came.

  “Break it up, love-birds, we’re out here to train, not fornicate!”
Without breaking the kiss, she showed Fenrys her favorite finger, but Rowan too soon pulled away.
 “We did come out here to train,” he murmured against her. With a deep, dramatic sigh, she nodded, but gave him a quick peck on the lips before skipping over to where Connall and Fenrys stood, smirking.
“Do I have to be extra careful with the Queen today, don’t want her injured before Coronation?” Fenrys purred as she approached, that maddening smirk spreading across his face.
 “No, actually, I was hoping to go up against your brother,” she said as she drew the sword strapped against her back.
 Connall, the wise man, paled and scratched at his wrist. “Are you sure, Your Majesty? I—,” Aelin raised a hand to stop him.
 “I’ve been getting tired of playing with these ones, need some new blood in the monotony.”
Rowan slid behind her, and she knew he knew what she was doing.
 Even since after she’d been liberated from Maeve and after Connall, Fenrys, and Vaughn had been freed from their bloodoaths, Connall had been…Distant.
 The male was kind, gentle for a warrior, and Aelin genuinely liked him. And he and Elide got on like wildfire, but he always seemed like he didn’t know whether or not he was wanted in her court.
“Well, come on then,” she jutted her chin towards the center of the field they stood in. Connall swallowed and followed her, glancing once towards Fenrys.

She paused at center, and smiled as Connall cautiously approached her, his own fine sword drawn.
 “Count of three?” She asked softly, watching out of the corner of her eye as Rowan and Fenrys sidled up to watch.
 Connall nodded, a strand of his inky black hair slipping out of its tie.
“One.” she crouched lower. “Two.” Connall flipped his sword, the blade glinting in the light.
“Three!” She struck.
  Rowan watched as Aelin struck first, Goldryn whining as it struck Connall’s blade. He grinned in delight as a look of shock spread across Con’s face. Why he was surprised, Rowan didn’t know. The male had seen Aelin take on armies of demons and survive.
 But, in his defense, Aelin had seemed much… Stronger since forging the Lock. Everything about her seemed amplified, her strength, her power, her magic, and even her beauty. Rowan crossed his arms as he watched the two whirl around each other, a few strands of Aelin’s golden hair slipping from its braid. She was beautiful, a storm of fire and ash and—
Tan skin and … Blood. There was so much blood. Too much.
She was dying— his mate. Rowan screamed again as he tore through the dying Valg that swarmed around his queen.
 No no no no. She was screaming his name, and he could feel her magic pouring out into the world desperately flowing towards Erawan and the Lock, but death loomed over his shoulder. The Golden Queen, bloodied and gaunt and dying and—

Shit. He’d done it again.
Fenrys was glancing at him with a concerned look in his golden eyes.
“You look like you zoned out for a moment.”
Rowan shook his head, trying desperately to focus on the match before him and not that damned day.
“Sorry, sorry, I was thinking.” He murmured, a faint flush creeping up his neck.
 He’d faced battles so terrifying, so blood-ridden he refused to allow himself to think about them, but still that battle…The carnage that reined. And Aelin— Never in his life would the image of Aelin’s body lying at his feet leave his mind.
A loud grunt brought him back to attention as Connall advanced, swinging a leg out to trip Aelin, but she nimbly avoided it.
 “Don’t tell him, but I’m hoping Aelin beats his ass.”
Rowan let out a low laugh, shifting on his feet as Connall twirled slashing at Aelin and missing only by a few inches.
 Aelin ran her eyes up and down the male before striking again; her blade making a neat arc through the air before striking Connall’s.
 Neither of them had landed a hit yet.
“Rowan trained you, didn’t he?”
Connall paused for a moment when Aelin said that, as if remembering Rowan had trained the queen as well.
  Rowan watched in amusement as Aelin used that momentary pause to her advantage, swinging out a leg then—

 Aelin let out a groan as Connall’s blade slid through the side of her thigh, the blood already spurting from the wound.
She hadn’t even seen him move.
Connall dropped his blade, his hands sliding beneath her arms before she could collapse.
 “Your majesty— I am so— Oh, gods, I’m.”
He didn’t have a chance to finish before Rowan was there, practically shaking with rage.
  “What the hell!” He roared as ran near, almost shoving Connall away from her. She would’ve rolled her eyes, had a wave of sickening nausea not rolled over her. Blood loss.
“Lay her down!” Rowan barked, a hand going out to brush the leather of her pants.
“Ro’, I’m fine. Just a flesh wound.”
Rowan didn’t listen, he just came to her side as Connall laid her down, the faces of the three males loomed over her as Rowan crouched down. Her mate stretched out his hands over the wound, a faint tingling moving through the wound as he healed her.
 “What the hell were you thinking?” Rowan growled again, and something sifted within her at the ire in his pine eyes.
 “Rowan, he didn’t mean to—”
“No! He should have been able to stop, he struck his own queen!”
Aelin sat up, already feeling back to normal. She glanced down at her leg; the wound was barley a scar now.
  “Rowan! Calm. Down.” She gritted out through clenched teeth.
Rowan locked his eyes on hers, and she saw the panic, the sheer terror within.
Rowan glanced down at his hands, now covered with her blood, and sucked in a shallow breath.
His hands began to shake over her; those mighty, strong hands.
She threw a look to Fenrys and Connall, who were now watching them with concerned eyes.
“Go,” she said softly.
With a nod, Fenrys seized Connall’s arm and winnowed off.

 When they had gone, Rowan jerked up, fisting hands in his hair. His breathing was shallow as he paced away.
 “Too much blood. Too much.” He mumbled, his eyes squeezed shut.
She stood slowly, walking towards him with her hands outstretched.
“Rowan.” She murmured softly, the wind stirring the grasses along the edge of the field.
He shook his head again, his breathing getting quicker.
 His panic was making her heartrate pick up. In the back of her mind she registered that this was a panic attack of some sorts. She was all too used to them.
“Too much,” he groaned.
She crossed the distance between them, reaching up a trembling hand to slid it over his chest. His heart was thundering.
 “Look at me, Rowan.” She commanded.
He sucked in a deep breath and opened his eyes. She made herself calm down, willing her heart to settle.
“Give me your hand, Rowan.”
Rowan lowered his arms, hesitantly slipping a hand into hers. She made sure he saw each movement she made as she took his trembling hand and guided it to her chest; right over her heart.
“Do you feel that? I am alive. I am fine.” Her voice was soft; more reassuring than she felt.
Rowan’s fingers contracted and uncontracted over her chest, and she stepped closer.
“You’re not going to lose me again, Rowan. I’m not leaving you.”
Her mate loosed a shuddering breath, “You died, Aelin.”
 She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I did. But I’m here now, we’re together.”
Rowan began to slow his breathing, his eyes calming.
“I— I keep seeing you laying there. I keep seeing you dead, and— I keep feeling you die.”
  A single tear slipped down his face, and Aelin reached up a hand, wiping it away.
“I keep seeing the blood covering you, and I can’t breathe—I can’t focus on anything besides the blood. There was so much blood.”
A deep breath.
“And the damned cut on your leg and the blood. I’m sorry, I—”
She placed a finger on his open lips in a hushing motion. “Don’t apologize. I get them too.”
 Rowan cocked his head a bit. “Them?”
Aelin looked toward the Castle, the silver and green banners whipping in the summer wind.
 “I get the nightmares, the flashes of the War, the memories of being in the coffin.”
She didn’t like thinking about it, but those memories… they would always remain. But she’d heal, and so too would Rowan, and her people and the lands and her friends. They would heal.
Rowan very methodically wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer and pressing his brow to hers.
 “We’re going to get through this, Fireheart.”
She smiled up at him— a real, lovely smile, one she knew he loved.
“We always relish in beating the odds.”
A laugh warmed her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. To whatever end.”









“Did you have to invite him?” You ask your friend… “Well, I mean no. But you invited some kid you used to babysit so can you really be mad?” … “First of all I did not babysit Jungkook! And second he’s a longtime friend not some douche bag we met a day ago at the bar!” your voice has gone up a few octaves and your friend winces… “Easy Tiger! You’ll scare the poor boy away" your friend adds… you turn to your left and see Jungkook emerge from the crowd… a familiar warmth spreads throughout your body as a large pair of dark chestnut eyes lock with your own…  “Y/N you didn’t tell me coconut head was ripped!” your friend’s eyes widen at the sight of him…he walks towards you with a purpose but before he can make it halfway an iron grip tugs at your waist and you’re trapped under 175 pounds of tanned skinned and way too much Axe body spray… “Y/N!” Carlos presses you closer to his chest once more before letting you go and placing a sloppy kiss to your cheek… you shuffle from foot to foot away from him …by this time Jungkook has already reached you ,his chestnut eyes clouding over … “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend” he whispers… “She doesn’t!” your friend is at your side instantly….”Carlos is just a friend!” she exclaims… before Carlos can protest your friend is dragging him away in the complete opposite direction… “That’s right. Y/F/N invited him two weeks ago when she was drunk” you explain… Jungkook nods …and as if on cue your friend is back at your side…

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