~~~~~ Simp

what if percy was a bottom?

just saying, like that man would be down bad for annabeth if she was topping him tbh

I personally see Percy as more of a switch. I feel like he would’ve mind being the more submissive partner or anything. Especially for Annabeth and if reader were going at the same time.

The room was filled with the loud loaning and whining of Percy. His lips were covered in cum as he contiguously ate out Y/n. His brain was all but leaking out of his dick as Annabeth bounced up and down on him. His eyes rolled into his skull as he sobbed. His girlfriends simply giggled as they continued on torturing there beloved boyfriend.

Hiii! Can I request something smutty with King!Caspian? Him and Y/N are having sex and Cas asks her to choke him

Something new

a/n : This is my first smut attempt to bear with me. I made it so the Caspian and reader are newlyweds.

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, chocking, praise kink, dom reader sub Caspian

King Caspian x fem! Reader

The castle of Narnia had long since gone silent, the night sky taking over. All was quiet except the chambers of the king with his new queen. The guards had long since moved away from the chamber door. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans causing blush to ride up there cheek.

In side there chamber Y/n get out a high pitched moan as Caspian suck at her neck as she roll her hips against his. Caspian grunted softly as he grasped at her moving hips, attempting to steady himself as she fucked herself on his cock.

Caspian stared up at his beautiful new wife, his wife. He held tightly onto the soft plush of his body. Her lewd moaning driving Caspian insane. Her hands grasp tightly on his shoulders as she moved her hips. Her greedy cunt sucking in her new husband’s cock into her.

Caspian panted and groan as Y/n sped up her pace. Caspian slowly grabbed one of the hands and placed it gently around his neck. Y/n watched him in confusion as she slowed her pace slightly.

“Cas?” Caspian chuckled slightly and nudged her to grip his neck tightly.

“Please love.” Y/n stared down at her husband with an awe stricken look. She sped her pace up again and Caspian slipped a hand to her little bundle of nerves. Y/n whined softly as her grip on Caspian’s neck tightened. Caspian groaned loudly as her grip tightened.

“You like that my king?” Y/n muttered as Caspian groaned. The coil was being to clench inside of her as she panted. Caspian nodded his head hurriedly as he rubbed quick and messy circles on her nub. The coil inside of her threatened to burst as each movement of her hips.

Caspian grew louder and louder as Y/n gripped onto his neck. Caspian could feel himself falling deep into her. Her eyes, her body, her lovely cunt, her soft hand around his neck

“Please…” Y/n giggled softly as she began to feel the coil snap.

“Are you going to cum for me? Please come for me.” Y/n mumbled against him as they moved in sync. They couldn’t tell who climaxed first. Whether it was Caspian being thrown over the edge by Y/n’s hand on his neck. Or if it was Y/n’s coil breaking as Caspian rubbed at her pearl.

The pair panted as Caspian brought Y/n closer to himself. Y/n fell to his side and cuddled into him as there mixed cum dripped down her thighs. Y/n gently looked at his neck, she gently bite her lip.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Caspian shock his head with a smile. “You could never hurt me.” Caspian muttered as Y/n kissed the red of his neck.

“I love you, my dearest husband.”

“And I love you more, my dearest wife.”

Source 

Moon Helios

A/n I decided that I should post my fic here too cause why not. I’ll give a fair warning Aleksander doesn’t arrive till later. The first few chapters will be fillers and explaining some of Readers background, but please enjoy.

Prologue

A Helios

A weapon 

A warrior made and broken from birth

A warrior for the sun summoner

A warrior ready to kill 

A warrior made to die

There only job to be loyal and ready to protect there sun summoner no matter what happened.

Our only job is to kill and be kill in service to our greatest saint. 

A Helios is nothing with our saint.

I am nothing without my saint

Act l : Characters

Y/n Starkov

The broken

“If I can still breathe, I’m fine.”

Isla Vernio 

The beauty 

“Burry me with the roses so I’ll always be pretty but I’ll always have my thorns.”

Niko Dubinsky 

The cruel 

“You stink of blood half-breed.”

Alina Starkov

The sister 

“We’re both misfits, me half Shu, you Fjerdan Y/n.”

Malyen Oretsev

The friend 

“I don’t think it’s a bad thing, you just need to learn to not be so angry all the time.” 

Egon Waldow

The teacher 

“Be careful child… Just because you are winning does not mean you’ve won.” 

Fᵣₒₘ ₜₕₑ ₛₜₐᵣₛ

a/n: This took me a while to throw together. This was really just a small idea I got after rewatching Narnia. This first chapter is really dark towards the end. This fix will deal with very dark themes like s/a, suicidal thoughts and of course murder goes with all of that. So READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. As always please enjoy.😊

Word Count: 6,018k

Trigger warnings: Blood, Murder, war crimes?, mentioned of s/a, torture, self loathing, survivors guilt, angst, ptsd, trauma, depression, smut, death, suicidal thoughts

Act I : The Encounter

Chapter One

The beautiful midnight blue had long were covered with fire. There was fire everywhere she turned her eyes. Her people scrambled around in terror as her brother gripped her arm harshly. Never had he handled her in such away.

Tears muddled her eye sight as she was pull away from her mother’s corpse. Her back ached as the fire around nipped at her long flowing dress that was now tattered. Her brother’s grip slipped as she was throw into a massacre of people.

The Telmar’s were everywhere. There arrows shot down any living thing they saw. The soldiers mouths were coated in blood from poison. Her castle was in fire. 

Her tiny feet pounded against the floor of the courtyard. With each step the puddles of crimson soaked her dress. The shimmering wings in her back buzzes as she ran.

Her small lungs ached for air as the smoke polluted her lungs. An arrow lodged itself in her back. Her scream echoed through the open air, fading to nothingness. Her knees hit the blood soaked ground as her fingers crawled up her back. The silver tears poured from her as she her body shook. 

“Sister!” The deep voice of her elder brother, Caelum called out, drawing an arrow from the quiver at his side. She ducked down as blades crashed above her head. The crown of starsilver that rested on her head dropped into the puddle where she lay.

The rough hands of her father, Antares picked her up from the ground. He knelt in front of her, his grey eyes full of fury and pain. He clutched into her shoulders, his twin blades resting at there sides.

For a short while there was nothing. Nothing she would hear. Nothing she would think. Only the touch and gaze of her kind father. He wiped her tears tenderly as she kissed her cheeks. His silver hair braided back for her ceremony. It was a mess now, pieces flowed out of place.

“My darling little stardust, this was meant to be one of your happiest days.” His voice was soft, mournful. 

“Go with your brother, stay in his care.” She was brought back to her feet. The large hands of Caelum were tightly around her as she watched her father pick up his blades. The Telmar soldiers behind them raised their spears and shields.

“I won’t leave you Father!” Caelum moved to push the young princess behind his body. 

“No! Take your sister and go.” 

“Father!”

“CAELUM! Take Y/n and go!” Their father’s silver eyes bore into the eyes of his eldest son, his heir. The small princess looked up at her brother, through the pain and she wept. Her brother’s hazel eyes were full of tears and he grabbed her hand. 

Then they ran. They ran through the blood, the screams. They ran listening to the sounds of their father’s blades against the metal of the shields. Past the columns that held up parts of there castle. Past the trees of the woods surround their home. 

Past everything they loved, the two siblings ran. 

She hates this, the way Trufflehunter smiled so happily at her. She hadn’t done it to save the human. She only did to because the stupid badger begged her to. The wound on his head was grave, and deep. A proper smack to the head on all accounts.

“Here you go, some nice hot broth for your troubles.” She took the cup of steaming broth with a blank look. Taking a long sip she allowed to warm her body of the slight chill that ran through her body. Her thick armor, and cloak kept her warm on most days.

The dress she wore was the color of the night sky, it hid her well. The badger moved about his small home, humming softly as Nikabrik ate the cheese and stale bread. 

“Should’ve let the boy die.” The dwarf muttered softly. A small scoff came out of her as she sipped her broth. 

“Nikabrik, he’s just a boy.”  Had Trufflehunter not begged her, she would’ve let the Telmarine die. She wanted to. She wanted to clutch his wrist and feel his last heartbeat. Y/n could be never deny Trufflehunter, the kind and sweet badger. Who had clothed and fed her for so long.

She pushed her back into the wall, it almost didn’t ache. Some days were worst than others. Some days pain would shoot up her spine, making her want to claw out the cursed things.

Trufflehunter probably has a salve lying around for her. The badger knew of the horrible aches she faced since her childhood. Finishing her cup of broth she set the wooded bowl down. 

“Thank you, I must go.” She collected her weapons from the ground and made her way to leave. 

“Will you not wait till he’s up?” Trufflehunter asked gently.

“It’s better I don’t, unless you want me to run my blade through his heart.”

“Stay then.” She smiled for a second at Nikabrik’s notion. 

“He is just a boy!” Trufflehunter restated.  Y/n rolled her eyes softly, that thing was hardly a child. It was grown enough to know the consequences of its actions. 

“He’s a Tellmarine, not some lost puppy. You said you weee gonna get rid of him!” She heard him then. The poor attempt at moving quietly. She unsheathed her blade, its decadent handle comfortable in her grip. 

“No, I said I’d take care of him. We can’t kill him now. I just had Y/n heal his head.” She watched her kind badger hold up a tray of soup for the Telmarine. His kindness knew no bounds. It had saved her life but now sickened her to the core. 

“It would be like murdering a guest.” She sighed once at the bickering.

“How do you think his friends are treating their guest?” Nikabrik snipped. She rolled her shoulders once.

“Trumpkin knew what he was doing. It’s not the boys fault.” Then it moved. The Telmarine pushed Trufflehunter, his tray hitting the floor. Y/n’s body blocked the door as she pushed her blade into his neck. Her hand held his throating, pushing the boy into the wall. 

“Stop! Stop! Y/n! Let go of him at once!” She made no such move to release the man. Her kind friends made him soup and the stupid Telmarine has the nerve to knock it over. Her blade bit into the tanned skin of the man’s neck. 

“I told you we should have killed him when we had the chance!” Nikabrik yelled. 

“You BOTH know why we can’t.” Y/n’s eyes were firmly baring into the Telmarine’s dark irises. His eyes were so deep in color they looked like the richest of soil. He panted softly his eyes staring into her own. He didn’t struggle at all. 

His breath was shallow and frantic but he made no move to get away. He blinked softly, she could feel him heartbeat under her cold gaze. Like a lost puppy he gulped. 

“You are most beautiful.” He whispered softly. A scoff echoed from her throat and she pushed him away from her. He stumbled like a newborn doe and grabbed the hot poker from Trufflehunt’s fire. She slashed her blade against his poker, quickly disarming him. 

Beauty? What did this human know of beauty. She was not beautiful, she hadn’t been for a very long time. Her scared body wouldn’t allow for any beauty. This Telmarine dared to mock her, the imagine of herself.

“We should let her run her blade clean through him!” Nikabrik offered. Y/n was more than happy to oblige.

“No! We will not kill him.” The badger continued.

“If we’re taking a vote, I’m with him.” The Telmarine said from the ground. Her thick boots crunched down upon his chest, her sword under his chin. 

“There is no vote.” She muttered emotionlessly. She was going to cut the head off this man and drain his blood above the royal graveyard. 

“We can’t let him go. He’s seen us.” Nikabrik yelled. Quickly Y/n raised her sword to strike him, to remove his head from his body. There was no fear in the Telmarine’s eyes. She hates that, he should fear her very existence.

“Enough Nikabrik! And you too! Or will I have to sit your heads again?” Nikabrik lowered his sword, a scruff look upon his face. The girl dressed in the deep sky made no such move. The threats of the badger would not ring in her ears. 

“And you.” The Telmarine looked over to her badger friend. “Look what you made me do. I spend half the morning on that soup!” Trufflehunter scolded. She sighed heavily, removing her foot from the boys chest and backing away. Her thick sword found its way back in its sheath. 

She slowly moved away, her eyes remained in the Telmarine boy. His mouth opened softly to speak but not word left. His gaze was on her. It trailed down her face to her boots. She wonder what interested him so.

“What are you?” The Telmarine spoke uncertainly. She could felt the soft shudder go down her spine. She hadn’t heard a proper Telmar accent in years. Her hand clutched around the hilt of her father’s sword, the star steel seemed to mold into her grip.

“You know, it’s funny that you would ask that. You think more people would know a badger when they saw one.” Trufflehunter uttered walking back into his kitchen area. The Telmarine looked between herself and the dwarf at her side.

“No. No, I mean…. You’re Narnians. You’re supposed to be extinct.” He offered. She glared down at the man before her. She itched to drive the dagger in her boot into his heart. 

“Sorry to disappoint you.” She watched Nikabrik move back to his sit at the table. She remained leaning against the wall as the Telmarine stood up slowly. 

“You… you’re not like any Narnian I’ve read about.” He whispered dreamily. His soft gaze met only with the cold and harden eyes of e/c. 

“She is very much a narnian. Here you go. Still hot.” Trufflehunter uttered settling down a tray with more soup. Nikabrik rolled his eyes and looked back at her. He met her blank stare and sighed softly. 

“Since when did we open a boarding house for Telmarine soldiers.”

“I’m not a soldier.” Her eyes perked up slightly. If not a soldier what was this man who was currently a threat to all those she cared for.

“I am Prince Caspian, the tenth.” The room went silent. Trufflehunter snapped his head towards Y/n, he could feel the fury that radiated off her. Her hands shook with anger as they slowly began to glow the starlight blue hue that she possessed. 

She stood straighter and took one step in the Princes’s direction. Trufflehunter moved faster than ever, putting his own small body in front of hers. Caspian stared at her once more, taking a fleeting step backwards. Her eyes had shifted. They were no longer the e/c that her stared into. But a ragging fire of i that echoed from her irises.

Her hands clawed into fists as the blue hue engulfed her hands. She looked to be on fire almost, she burned with hatred like Caspian had never seen. Not from his uncle, not from anyone. 

Prince Caspian. This was the Prince of those who had caused such heartache in her life. This Prince was the people who massacred her people. The Prince of her most powerful hatred, and most honest cruelty. She going to kill him. Stain the floor with his blood.

“What are you doing here?” Nikabrik asked as the badger refused to move. Caspian looked away from the raging girl in front of him. 

“Running away.” He slowly knelt down, picking up the poker he’d dropped. The two other Narnian’s shared and glance as Y/n took another step forwards. 

“My uncle had always wanted my throne.” Caspian gently placed the poker back where it belonged. She took another step towards him. Trufflehunter placed his paws on her knees, a soft indicator to stop. 

“I suppose I have only lived this long because he did not have an heir of his own.” The fire flickered on Caspian’s face, the sorrow in his eyes stopped her steps. She could put him out of his misery right now. Kill him and be done with it. 

 “𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝. 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.” She stopped in her tracks fully. He hadn’t spoken to her in a while, tears made their way to her eyes. She looked behind herself and there he stood, a wisp of his physical form. 

His silver hair pulled back and out of his face. His hazel eyes soft and sad. Dressed in his grey shirt and pant with the constellations stitch into them with golden threads. The bow and arrows that rested at her hip were once on his. 

Caelum. Her darling brother.

“That changes things.” Trufflehunter said moving away from Y/n. 

“Yeah, means we don’t have to kill you ourselves.” His hazel wouldn’t move from her. The stern look on his face telling enough. Y/n wouldn’t kill Caspian, not here at least.

“You’re right.” Caspian moved towards her, the cloth of his shirt touching her softly as he grabbed his armor and sword. Y/n remained frozen as she watched Caspian. 

“Where are you going?” Trufflehunter questioned as Y/n made no moves to stop the Prince. She watched his body as he hurriedly put his armor on. 

“My uncle  won’t stop until I am dead.” His uncle could only be one person. The man who had plagued her dreams since she was eight. The man who destroyed everything. Miraz.

“But… you can’t leave. You’re meant to help our general save us.” Trufflehunter told. Slowly Y/n looked at him, her gaze unsure. 

“Don’t you know what this is?” In his paws he held up Queen Susan’s horn. She scoffed, the kings and queens of old were gone. They left, disappeared and left all Narnia for dead. That horn meant nothing. But the look Caelum’s wisp gave her did.

She moved ahead of the Temlarine Prince and her two narnian companions. The princes seemed to move behind her. He followed her like a baby bear cub, clinging to its mother.

She left to get away from Caspian, not for him to follow her around. The sun beamed above her, the hood of her cloak hiding her once more. Caspian moved in her exact footsteps, the gently dangles of his sword could be heard. 

“Where are we going?” He asked, a small nervousness. Y/n was leaving, she cared not what happened to Caspian after that. She pulled her amulet from her neck, staring at the iridescent gem that began to shimmer whenever the Telmarine got too close to her.

She gritted her teeth and hid the amulet under her dress. She continued through the foliage listening as Caspian moved behind her eagerly.

“I’ve never seen a forest so… beautiful.” Why was he still trying to speak with her. Was the deafening silence not enough for him to shut up. He was her greasiest enemy, and she his. It didn’t matter that he had no knowledge of that.

“There aren’t many forest near the Castle, there’s a small wood that leads towards the crystal river though.” She stopped walking and groaned internally. Would he ever shut up. Quiet rustling occurred behind him as Caspian turned around.

“I can hear you.” Caspian announced to the two narnians that failed to hide within the woods. Y/n sighed as she played with the hilt of her father’s sword. It was still as large and imposing as when she was a small child. 

“I just think we should wait for the kings and queens.” Trufflehunter told with a slight smile. Y/n scoffed out loud and continued her trek. Caspian followed behind her as she moved.

“Fine! Go then! See if the others will be as understanding!” Trufflehunter yelled. Y/n hopes that if Caspian continued to follow her the others would demand his head. 

“Or maybe I’ll come with you. I want to see you explain things to the Minotaurs.” Nikabrik tried to catch the two in front of him. As Caspian paused Y/n stared up at the sun. Maybe if she was blind this would be easier. Sadly the sun was just another larger star, it could do nothing to her.

“Minotaurs? They’re real?” Caspian asked looked down at Nikabrik. 

“And very bad tempered.” Y/n knew that too well. Shed broken up one too many fights. 

“Yeah, not to mention big.” Nikabrik taunted.

“Huge.” Trufflehunter added. 

“What about centaurs? Do they still exist?” Caspian asked. Y/n sighed once more, how many stupid questions could this Prince ask in a minute.

“As real as the fairy princess in front of you.” Not even a second after Nikabrik spoke his body jutted with blue electricity. His body shook violently as his hair stood up on every side. The blue fades and Caspian looked at Y/n. Her hands glowed that starlight blue from before.

“Well, the centaurs will probably fight on your side. But there’s no telling what the others will do, especially if the general disapproves.” Caspian stopped walking.

“Wait she is a fairy princess?” 

“Was.” Caspian furrowed his brows. 

“Was?” He reacted. Trufflehunter and Nikabrik shared a solemn look. 

“You cannot be a princess to a race that doesn’t exist anymore.” She mumbled not turned back. Caspian was silent for a while. 

“Who the general?” She smirked softly. 

“The most terrifying and ruthless narnia alive.” Nikabrik answered. 

“With moments of kindness and compassion.” Trufflehunter rebuked trying to ease the worry off Caspian’s face.

“Not to a Telmarine.” Nikabrik finished. Caspian paused as he watched the narnia’s move forwards. 

“What about Aslan?” Y/n let her face drop for a moment. Aslan, he was real as she was. No doubt in her mind he was real. She’d felt his mane, the softness of his fur. 

“How do you know so much about us?” Nikabrik offered a good question. No Telmarine Prince should be asking so many questions without drawing his sword.

“Stories.” He uttered like the simplest truth. Stories…? From who she wonders to herself. Who would tell a human prince about her people.

“Wait a minute. Your father told you stories about Narnia?” Trufflehunter asked. 

“Not exactly, my professor he..” The pause raised Y/n’s brow. “Listen I’m sorry. These are not the kinds of questions you should be asking.” Caspian walked towards Y/n, his pace quickened. She drew her sword out, stopping him. The blade bit into his armor.

She could feel them coming. Enough to annoy her at the very least. 

“What is it?” Nikabrik asked the badger.

She sheath her sword and pull the bow from her back. She quickly drew three arrows, pushing them against her bowstring. 

“Human.” Trufflehunter answered. Nikabrik furrowed his brow and nudged his head to Caspian. Caspian looked down at Y/n for the slightest of seconds. Awe was held in his gaze that Y/n did not understand. 

“Him?”

“No. Them.” In the distance Telmarine soldiers entered her woods. Y/n growled once, the points on her cainies seemed to sharpen. Caspian went wide eyed as the soldiers spotted them.

“Run!” Trufflehunter yelled. Y/n pushed Caspian to run as the arrows flew from her bow, landing in the neck of the Telmarine soldiers. She followed after her narnians, cocking another arrow. 

She quickly caught up to Caspian, her legs moving faster than his. The arrows flew by their heads quickly. Y/n turned stopping her run to shoot some more arrows. She hid behind the trees, giving herald cover to shoot again. 

Her run resumed as she once again caught up to Caspian. For a human he ran quite slow in comparison. They waded through the trees like river around rocks.  The arrows zoomed pasted her heads as they ran.

The thick hood of Y/n’s cloak fell, revealing the locks of h/c hair that was loose. Caspian stumbled on his feet as he saw her hair flow with each step she took. As the sun hit each strand it seemed to glow. Y/n continued to run, feeling the earth crunch beneath her foot.

She whipped around hiding behind a tree. She readied her bow, taking in a silent breath. As she shot down a soldier she watched Trufflehunter fall.

“NO!” Y/n yelled, fear echoed through her voice. His body lay on the ground limply and tired. She moved to pick up her badger but Caspian had already ran to get him. 

“Wait. I’ll go.” Caspian ran forwards, arrows flying past his head. Without nimble fingers she shot arrow after arrow. Her larger bolts cut through the Telmarine’s creating a clear path for Caspian. 

As Caspian picked up the Badger and began to run once more Y/n threw her bow behind her back. Trufflehunter stared at her as Caspian carried him. She grabbed the dagger that were hidden in her boots without a thought. As the Telmarine soldier advanced she remained behind the tree. 

She pounced on the closet solider without a thought. Her blade cutting through the flesh of the soldiers neck. The others yelled around her but to no use. Her dagger flew through the armor on the soldier shooting arrows at her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing the man to the ground. She dislodged her blade from the metal as she launched herself back at the soldiers. As she chased after the other soldiers following her two narnians she watched as they fell once by once. 

A smirk made its way onto her face and she slide her bloody dagger onto her waist holsters. She sped up, running past the corpses of Telmarine soldiers. The earth would reclaim them soon enough. 

When she reached Caspian her body was on the ground and there her tiny knight was. Upon his chest, small blade drawn.

“Choose your last words carefully, Telmarine.” She rolled her shoulders once moving to Trufflehunter side. She stared at the arrow imbedded in his leg with a furrowed brow. She looked back at Caspian who stared at her. His eyes drifted back to the large mouse in his chest.

“You are a mouse.” She wanted to laugh at his basic words. She could let Reepicheep kill the prince. Caelum could not fault her for the slip of his blade.

“I was hoping for something a little more original. Pick up your sword.” Y/n could feel the disappointment in her mouse knights voice. She held tightly onto Trufflehunter, her hand closing any blood from escaping his wound.

“Uh… no thanks.” Caspian offered still panting. 

“Pick it up! I will not fight an unharmed man.” Reepicheep kept his blade pointed at Caspian’s face. Caspian looked back at Y/n his eyes held confusion. Y/n gave him a blank stare as she lifted Trufflehunter into her arms. 

“Which is why I might live longer if I choose not to cross blades with you, noble mouse.” 

“I said I would not fight you. I didn’t say I’d let you live!” Reepicheep voiced ignore Caspian’s words. 

“Reepicheep! Stay your blade” Trufflehunter yelled from Y/n’s arms. 

“Trufflehunter?  I trust you have a very good reason for this untimely interruption.” Reepicheep asked waving his sword around. The mouse’s eyes drifted to Y/n as she held onto him. 

“He doesn’t. Go ahead.” Nikabrik answered. Y/n sighed whipping she’d just covered Trufflehunter’s mouth.

“He’s the one who blew the horn.” Y/n groan. That horn was what would save him. From behind her she heard the mass of heavy footsteps.

“Then let him bring it forwards.” She turns to see the centaurs behind her. She handed Trufflehunter over to Nikabrik and moved to their side.

“This is a reason we have gathered. The general will wished to pass judgment.” With a huff of air she looked up.

The sun had yet to blind her

Her body was hidden by shadows as all her narnian’s shouted. The trees that could still move slightly allowed there vines to hide her. She watches them all scream and demand the death of  Caspian.

Fear coated his face as she stood in the middle of the grove. His eyes drifted around for any glimpse of Y/n. She would surely help him.

“All this horn proves is they’ve stolen yet another thing from us!” Nikabrik yelled pointing at Caspian. Caspian glared down at the dwarf.

“I didn’t steal anything.” Caspian voice. Y/n sighed softly, the horn ment nothing. There were no kings or queens there to help protect them. The Telmarine had stolen the relics from them.

“Didn’t steal anything? Shall we list the things the Telmarine have taken?” Asterius the eldest minotaur yelled. Her eyes watched as one by one her people yelled their grievances. All were true and Y/n would hold Caspian punishable. 

“You would hold me accountable for all the crimes of my people?” Caspian asked, pleading to any narnian who would hear. Nikabrik slowly made his way down the holder where he stood.

“Accountable… and punishable.” Nikabrik announced. A scoff came from Reepicheep as Y/n glanced his way. 

“Ha! That is rich coming from you, dwarf. Have you forgotten it was your people who fought alongside the White Witch?” Reepicheep told drawing his sword. His small body made its way between both parties.

“And I'd gladly do it again,if it would rid us of these barbarians.” No, that she would not allow. The White Witch was just as much a murder of her people as the Telmarine’s. 

She crossed her arms as she watched from the shadows as Trufflehunter, bandaged and walking well made his way to defined Caspian.

“Then it's lucky that it is not in your power to bring her back. Or are you suggesting that we ask this boy to go against Aslan now?” Trufflehunter offered. The yelling resumed at the name of Aslan. Y/n has stood in front of Aslan at the age of eight. 

Surly this man could do the same. He had to be older than her at least. 

“Some of you may have forgotten, but we badgers remember well that Narnia was never right except when a son of Adam was king.” She glared at her badger friend. Although her could not see it, the anger was felt. Has she not done enough to show no king of Adam was needed. 

That no human was necessary to them. 

“He's a Telmarine! Why would we want him as our king?” Nikabrik yelled. Y/n had just about had enough. 

“Because I can help you.” Caspian offered. Y/n looked down at her amulet. It shimmered softly, glowing in a gently starlight color. 

“Beyond these woods, I'm a prince.” She shoved the amulet under her armor. She carried not if he was the chosen. She didn’t care, no magic was going to tell her she couldn’t kill the Telmarine. No less the prince of Telmar.

“The Telmarine throne is rightfully mine! Help me claim it, and I can bring peace between us.” Enough. 

“We have heard these lies before.” The trees parted way for Y/n. She stepped out, pulling her hood down. Her body was adorn in black armor and leather. Weapons covered her as she began to circle Caspian. The black paint of her face cause him to shrink back. 

One by in every Narnian bowed down to her. Caspian gulped softly. Her gaze was unwaveringly harsh. 

“General Y/n Novas, leader of the Narnians.” Glenstorm, the centaur announced. 

“My people heard such claims before, from your uncle nonetheless.” She offered. Caspian furrowed his brows.

“Your people…?” He asked softly. There was no a sound in the air.

“The star fairies. The most noble and ancient race in all of Narnia. Keepers of magic, and the stars.” Caspian’s eyes widened. 

“You’re a star fairy?” She nodded her head once. 

“You,” The hostility of her voice was not lost on Caspian. “Telmarine can do nothing but lie and murder, and desecrate.” She circled him like a predator does its prey.

“I do not lie.” Caspian argued.

“That is what your father and Miraz said, before he laid waste to my castle, my family, my life.” Caspian’s face turned. 

“YOU lie! My father was not a cruel murderer!” Caspian attempted. She stopped moving all together. She took a step towards him. 

“I was a foolish child when I saved a Telmarine boy from a rapids. You see the star caries were the only surviving Narnian race that you Telmarine’s could not get rid off. Too much power with us.” Y/n began. The narnians all down at their eyes. This story was not a kind one.

“Out of honor we invite the royal family of Telmar to my wing ceremony. A show of faith and goodwill. My father ever the diplomat thought he could broker peace. He wanted to try one last time.” Her words were spiteful and full of grief. She looked away from Caspian as the silencer tears dared to fall. 

“I remember the day so well. The way my mother, swollen with the first child to be born into the royal family braided my hair. As my brother brought me cakes to eat in the morning. The look of pride on my father’s face as the stars glowed above me.” Caspian stared into her eyes. There was nothing in them. 

“Not even a second after the wings made of pure starlight were on my back did the arrows fly. They struck down my mother first.” She paused her breath quivering. 

“I’d hardly had time to back before they were pulling the gown off her still warm corpse.” Caspian’s mouth drop.

“No.” He mumbled softly. 

“I was pulled off the podium by my bleeding guards. Blood dripped from their mouths, the Telmarine’s had poisoned all the wine…. One by one each of my soldiers dropped to the ground like flies.” Caspian stared at Y/n. She had come again begun to circle him.

He shuddered with guilt as the grief hit him. The pain that she felt was visible.

“My brother found me as the Telmarine soldier began to burn my palace to the ground. We ran till an arrow lodged its way into my back. Then our father found us. We were forced to run for seventeen days as your men hunted us.” Caspian’s eyes dripped with tears. His father would have never allowed such a thing to happened.

“We reach a cliff in the end, your uncle Miraz was at the head of hunters. Me and my brother were too injured. He could not carry and fly us away. I didn’t even know how to work my wings.” Y/n paused as a single tear fell down her face. The other narnias all took in a breath.

“The soldiers grabbed us before we could fall off the cliff.” Caspian opened his mouth. 

“Your brother is not here with you?” He asked hopefully. A dark chuckle came from the back of her throat. 

“Miraz forced me to watch as he carved my brother’s wings from his back.” Caspian froze as Y/n moved closer. Her body was in front of his. His shaking dark eyes full of tears. 

“The bite mark on Miraz’s hand was from me. I bit a chunk clean off to try and make my way to my brother. I just hold him, as his last heartbeat went out.” Caspian could do nothing stare into her eyes. The pain was horrible cast into them. 

Y/n breathed out t heavily as she recounted the most horrific experience of her existence. This Telmarine could not be any different. 

“Miraz grabbed me, forced me into the ground. He used the same dagger to carve my wings up.” She pulled the cloak from her back. There lay limply were her wings. They were severed down the middle. Caspian gasped silently as she watched Y/n turn away. 

The wings had once glows under the stars. They would flutter every so often. Now they simply laid against her back.

“Then he tried to take me back to Telmar with him. Want to keep me as a pet.” She sighed and laughed once.

“A pet! That how Telmarine’s see us narnians!” Y/n yelled to her fellow narnians.

“I threw myself off the cliff. Death would’ve been better than to be a Slavs to the whims of a human.” Y/n paused for a moment.

“So tell me Caspian why is this time any different?” Caspian stood there for a were seconds.

“Because I have no reason to hurt you.”

“Neither did Miraz.” She offered. Caspian could stop himself.

“I am not Miraz! I am Caspian the Tenth. Let me help you.” She paused for a moment. Her eyes moving to Glenstorm. 

“I watched the skies… for it is mine to watch as it is yours to remember, badger and as it is yours to protect General.” Glenstorm began. Y/n could feel the warmth of her glowing amulet, she moved away from Caspian.

“Tarva, the lord of victory, and Alambil, the lady of peace, have come together in the high heavens.” Y/n watched as Glenstorm moved around. He was one of her most noble and trust advisers. He’d never laid her astray so far.

“And now here, a Son of Adam has come forth… to help offer us back our freedom.” Glenstorm’s eyes were on Y/n as he finished. Y/n would not ignore the stars, she could not.

Peace, was it possible. She never know peace with the Telmarine. Not in her heart. She couldn’t ever forgive there wrong doings to her. 

“Is this possible? Do you really think there could be peace? Do you? I mean, really?” The talking squirrel asked. Y/n sighed once and looked at Glenstorm. His eyes held truth.

“Two days ago, I didn't believe in the existence of talking animals... or dwarves or centaurs… or even a fairy.” Caspian’s gaze landed back on Y/n. No other Narnia mattered in this single moment but her. All he needed was to convince her.

“Yet here you are in strength and numbers that we Telmarines could never have imagined.” Caspian looked around at all the eyes upon him. Y/n watched her people, Caspian’s words held truth. They had been careful to hide each other.

Y/n stared at Caspian. Oddly he wasn’t lying, she would’ve know. 

“Whether this horn is magic or not, it brought us together.” Caspian looked into Y/n’s wrathful eyes. “And together, we have a chance to take back what is ours.” Y/n sighed softly. She hated him, she hated all humans. They were all the same.

All lying and deceitful. But this Caspian had forgotten one thing. Y/n wouldn’t care to not slip all his blood should he be lying. She would be more than happy too. 

“Very well Prince Caspian.” Y/n mumbled softly. She nodded at Glenstorm.

“If you will help our general lead us then my sons and I, offer our swords.” The sound of the metal leaving its sheath echoed. Metal by metal, swords and any blade alike was raised to Y/n and Caspian.

Y/n smiled softly up at Glenstorm, her entire life had been dedicated to the Narnians. To help restore there kingdoms. She would not fail them as she fail her own original people.

“And we offer you our lives, unreservedly.” Reepicheep announced bowing to the prince and general. Trufflehunter smiled softly, approaching them both.

“Miraz's army will not be far behind us, my lady and sire.” Y/n nodded.

“If we are to end this we will need to gain more soldiers and weapons.” Y/n voiced to her narnians. 

“I’m sure they will be here soon.” Caspian uttered looking between both Y/n and Glenstorm. Y/n sighed softly as she held Caspian’s gaze. If he wasn’t lying she was going to build a new spike and place his head on it. 

She could help but ignore the amulet that still glowed as she stood in his presence. The amulet was old, its magic worn she told herself. 

No Telmarine Prince was chosen for her by the stars. She wouldn’t allow it.

Divider credit goes to @diviniyae

Taglist @avatarobsessedgirly , @twinkletwinklenotastar

Fairy of monsters

Chapter two

Monochopsis

      (n.) The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place

Alastaria sits on Blooms bed with a huff. Stella moves around (there) Blooms room in delight.

“Did you draw these?” Stella gasps.

 “Yes.” Bloom smiles.

“The one over there I drew.” Alastaria says trying to include herself in the conversation.

Bloom growls and glares at her causing Alastaria to shrink back.

“This one. Wow it amazing. It’s a beach right.” Stella questions.

Alastaria nods her head with a slight smile.

“I’m the one who gave her the idea for it. I wanted her to show more appreciation towards our parents for taking us to the beach every summer.” Bloom explains.

Stella hums at what Bloom says and looks at Alastaria’s side of the room. It was more simple. The only outstanding thing was a trophy stand and a bunch of boxes near the bed.

Stella moved over to her side and looked more closely at the trophy’s. There were lots of different ones. Archery, Full-bore target rifle shooting, Taekwondo, Jujutsu, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Ice Skating, Swimming, and many more.

One thing similar thing to all the trophies were their 1st place. “Wow you won all these?” Stella gasped. Alastaria’s nodded her head and stood from the bed.

“What’s in those?” Stella asked moving toward the boxes.

Before Alastaria could stop Stella from opening her boxes they were open.

Stella looked in and saw a unfinished painting of somebody. Stella carefully picked it up and looked it over.

“Who is this?” Stella wondered out loud.

Bloom stared dumbfounded at the painting. It was black and white with amazing detail. The only thing missing was the head of whom every Alastaria had dawn.

“I don’t know? It’s the same dream almost every night. And almost every night his face is blurred out. Right when it starts to clear up I’m suddenly awake. I don’t know it’s just been messing me up so I painted the scene.” Alastaria admits.

“I was only asking cause I recognize the uniform. It’s a specialist.” Stella explains. Alastaria tilts her head in confusion. After all this was just a dream. A personal movie her head made for her.

“Sorry I’m a bit noisy.” Stella apologized.

“Oh no, it’s okay Stella…” then Bloom paused. Even if Alastaria was a little mad Stella just opened her stuff.

“I mean no things are not okay. For instance I still don’t understand what happened in the park.” Bloom mumbled.

“Exactly what happened.” Alastaria ponders.

Bloom put a smile on her face and grabs Alastaria’s arm tightly.

“Nothing happened to you.” Bloom whispered in her ear, then pulled away with a smile.

“Oh Bloom, Alastaria you used your powers to save me. You should be proud of yourselves.” As Stella went on Alastaria felt something.

Something or someone was watching them. Alastaria looked out the window as the world tuned out. Bloom’s and Stella’s words faded into the background of a soft hum.

Alastaria felt peaceful for the first time in a while. Whatever was watching them was safe. They felt safe. The and object hit the ground and broke Alastaria out of her trance.

Alastaria whipped around and a black blast came from her hand. After it hit the huge pencil causing it to turn into a bunch of smaller ones. Alastaria gasps in shock as Stella and Bloom stare at her.

“You both should come with me to Alfea castle. It’s a school for fairies. A new session is about to start, you both could learn to control your powers.” Stella informed.

Stella waved her hand and the pencils on the ground Alastaria had blasted were moved back into the cup.

“And I’m sure you both make excellent fairy’s.” Stella asserted.

“Where is Alfea?” Bloom asked. Alastaria nodded her head confused.

“It’s in the enchanted realm of magix’s a place beyond time and space their anything is possible. If you want to see this school I’ll show it to you both.” Stella smiled.

Stella dropped a card on the ground. It grew and the picture of the castle was clear to see.

“This is a bottomless postcard watch this.” Stella announced.

Stella stepped one the card and yelled “Magic!” Stella’s feet began to sink into the card.

“Now follow me.” Stella explained sinking further into the large card.

Bloom gasped in awe while Alastaria just stared. Without hesitation Bloom stepped on the card.  As she sunk Bloom smirked cruelty at her sister.

Alastaria watched Bloom sink in with worry on her face. Was Alastaria about to let her sister go somewhere were she could be hurt. No. Alastaria sucked in a shaky breath and rubbed her left arm.

Was she really about to open the door to a new life. Alastaria thought she would stopping living the life she wanted after that night. But for her sister Alastaria stepped on the card, willing to make sure Bloom would be okay.

•••••••••••

“Vanesa that was totally ridiculous. Fairy’s that’s crazy. And you didn’t ever stop Bloom from saying such horrible things to her sister!” Mike argued.

“Mike it’s not ridiculous, come on admit it. We both know Stella is a real fairy. That must mean Bloom is one too. And I don’t understand why you have such a problem with how Bloom talks with Alastaria. That is how siblings interact!” Vanesa fumed.

“You’re just scared! If this is Blooms true nature who are we to stop her!” Vanesa growled.

Standing from his chair Mike glared at his wife.

“Okay if Bloom is a fairy then why can’t Alastaria be one too. You don’t understand what I’m saying. I had two sisters. They acted like Bloom and Alastaria at times but never to the length Bloom takes it!” Mike yelled.

Vanesa sighed angrily. Vanesa pulled some of her hair back and looked back at Mike.

“Mike, Bloom was right.  Just because Bloom is special does not mean Alastaria has to be!” Vanessa shouted.

Mike scoffed at her and slumped back into his chair.

“Vanesa, Alastaria is just as special as Bloom we both know what! You have alway favored Bloom while Alastaria has had nothing but second rate love! It has to stop! Stella said it herself! They both saved her, they both used powers! What don’t you understand!” Mike yelled.

•••••••

“This is alfea castle.” Stella said.

Behind Stella was a light pink castle with a blue roof.

“I’m sure you’d love it here” Stella asserted.

“But what about my high school in Gardenia? I mean everything is happening so fast?” Bloom gushed.

“Blooms right Stella. As lovely as being a fairy would be our whole live have been here. Are we allowed to sleep on it or something?” Alastaria asked.

Bloom turned her head to Alastaria with a glare. Bloom grabbed Alastaria’s hand roughly.

“There is nothing for us to think about. Just me.” Bloom sneered.

“Aww I wish I had a little sister Bloom. You’re so sweet to each other” Stella gushed.

Bloom turned back to Stella loosening her grip on Alastaria. Bloom smiled innocently.

“But you’re right Alastaria. You too can sleep on it. But when I leave in the mornings I’m going with or without you two.” Stella informed.

Alastaria sighed in relief and nodded her head. This would give her time to think about everything. The ghouls talking to her, the burning sensation in her eyes, and even the black stuff at came out of her hand.

“Okay I’ll sleep on it. Now how do we get out?” Bloom questioned.

“Easy you just jump up!” Stella smiled. The three girls jumped up making excited squeals.

Downstairs Kiko ran around the kitchen. And loud bang happed at the back door scaring him. Kiko ran into the living room hitting Mikes feet.

“We’ll play later Kiko we’re busy.” Mike said looking at Vanesa. Kiko yelled at pointed at the back door.

“Hungry again? You just had your dinner you’re gonna have to wait a little bit.” Mike explained not taking his eyes off Vanesa.

Kiko hopped to the back door and tried to hold if close. Kiko struggled with the door before and idea came to him. Kiko stacked a bunch of items in-front of the door.

“What is Kiko doing!” Mike yelled walking to the kitchen. Vanesa shook her head at Mike still angry. Before Mike could get another word in there was a loud bang and the house shook.

The hunter troll growled at the pair as the girls upstairs gasped in fear. Mike and Vanesa backed away in fear at the monsters trashed the houses

“Where are those girls! And her highness!” Knut yelled.

“We’re right here!” Stella fumed.

At the bottom of the staircase the girls stood.

“Now let’s end this! SOLRIA!” Stella yelled.

A bright light came from Stella’s ring and a yellow light surround her. As the light disappeared Stella was in her fairy form. Stella was in an orange glittery top, orange shorts, orange gogo boots. Her long gilded blonde hair was in two pigtails. She had blue cuffs on her wrist and a blue headband.

Stella jumped up and kicked the hunting troll.

“You dummy you got beat by a pretty blonde!” Knut growled.

“Yes! But I’m no ordinary blonde! Bloom, Alastaria were out numbered. We’re gonna have to split them up.” Stella snapped.

“I have and idea. I’ll take some of the ghouls out front while Alastaria takes the other to the woods behind our house. “ Bloom explained.

Alastaria goes to interject not wanting Bloom to get hurt fighting the ghouls. But Bloom runs out of the front door with ghouls following her.

Alastaria growls and yelled at the rest of the ghouls “Follow me!”

Without hesitation the ghouls followed Alastaria all of them yelling in their language “ yes your highness!”

Entering a clearing in the woods Alastaria looked back at all the ghouls.

“Shit what do I do know?” Alastaria whispered.

The ghouls stood in front of Alastaria waiting for something. Alastaria stared at the ghouls as the same burning sensation came into her eyes.

Alastaria groaned in pain putting her hands on her head. She fell to her knees clutching her head. Alastaria heard the ghouls mo big closer to her but could not move.

She felt a clawed have on her shoulder and Alastaria snapped her head to the ghoul. The ghouls had sat all around her and their faces light up when she looked at them.

In a moment two ghoul went right in front of Alastaria and dropped something. Alastaria tilted her head in confusion but removed her hands from her head to reach towards whatever the ghouls had dropped.

On the ground before her was an amulet. It was an eclipse with a black gem in its center.

“It looks like melanites.” Alastaria wondered out loud.

Alastaria brought the amulet closer to her body. It gave off a safe, calm, yet dangerous aura.

“Keep it up your highness.” One of the ghouls said.

“But why? Why did to keep calling me your highness. Why can I understand your language?” Alastaria questioned.

Before any ghoul could answer a green blast hit a ghoul. Alastaria gasped and held the ghoul close to her.

A group of boys along with Stella and Bloom were standing in the forests. A blonde with mid length hair and sky blue eyes stepped forward.

“Get away from her!” He yelled.

Alastaria gasped at thought he had seen him before. The boys looked at her and gasped as well.

The ghouls charged at the boys all screaming “ Protect her highness!”

Before they could attack they were gone in a magenta light.

“Are you okay?” The boy asked. Alastaria looked at him and something in there eyes clicke.

“Yes thank you for the help.” Alastaria thanked. He nodded and offered Alastaria his hand. Alastaria happily took it and he helped her onto her feet.

“Oh Alastaria I was worried about you!” Stella cried slamming into Alastaria pulling her into a hug.

“Ya Alastaria why did you go off by yourself. You could’ve gotten hurt if it wasn’t for us.” Bloom scolded.

Alastaria’s opened her mouth to speak but closed it not wanting to argue.

“I’m Brandon by the way.” The boy now known as Brandon introduced himself.

“And they are Riven, Prince Sky, and Timmy” Stella introduced the rest of the boys.

Alastaria nodded her head and turned to the group.

“Thank you for your help.” Alastaria thanked.

The boys all nodes their heads. Stella pulled away from Alastaria and went over to Bloom.

“I’m sorry but have we met before?” Brandon asked.

Alastaria opened her mouth to speak but no words would come out.

“Alastaria come on stop wasting his time they have to leave. And we have to go home!” Bloom yelled pulling Alastaria’s arms.

The boys formed a group and Brandon looked at Alastaria.

“Bye, for now.” Brando smiled as him and the other disappeared.

……………………..

As morning came in Gardenia and Alastaria had not slept at all. She had been to busy staring at the amulet to sleep.

Bloom finished backing and came downstairs with Vanesa, but Alastaria could hardly keep her eyes open.

“What about you moonflower are you packed to go?” Mike asked.

“Huh.” Alastaria whimpered.

“We’re leaving so grab your stuff and let’s go.” Vanesa growled at Alastaria. Alastaria quick ran upstairs with the little energy she had. She quick threw clothes, jewelry, makeup, and other things into a suitcase.

Alastaria looked at her bed and grabbed and small dog plushie. She carefully placed it in the suitcase and closed it up.

She ran downstairs and Stella smiled at her.

“To magix we go!” Stella yelled as her staff glowed. Everyone was transported through a pink light. They all landed and Bloom and Stella spoke. Alastaria just shook her head trying to stay awake.

Alastaria followed after her sister as they walked to alfea castle.

••••••••••

Elsewhere on the planet of Demore a man with long redish-brown hair and hazel eyes peered down at a globe showing Alastaria walk with her family.

The globe zoomed in of Alastaria’s face and the man tilted his head at her. The eclipse amulet hung around her neck.

“It seems she has gotten her amulet back. Perfect. In time you will return to us.” The man sneered.

“Your highness.” The man cackled.

I do kinda need some good luck

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Can you write a Darkling x reader fic where reader (who is his wife for thousands of years and he cannot live without) is accidentally hurt by his nichevo'ya. Angsty where Aleksander is really guilty and scared he lost the only person he loves, maybe some comfort from reader as well?

Scars

a/n : I heart angst so much, it’s angst with a happy end cause I heart that ❤️❤️❤️. Reader is a Tidemaker.

Warnings: nichevo’ya attack on reader, blood, Alina hate, guilty Aleks, mentions of reader having an abusive home life

Aleksander Morozova x fem! Reader

Aleksander stood froze staring at his wife’s blood on his hands. His darling wife, the one who’d stayed by his side through it all. Through all years, hundreds of years surviving together and he’d…. he’d hurt her. He stared at his wife’s form as she slept on there bed. He hadn’t meant to.. he thought they’d leave her alone.

Aleksander stood in his room after a coughing fit. Y/n walked in and gently grabbed his shoulder, in hopes of comforting him when the nichevo’ya appeared. They thought that his sweet wife had cause him pain. They dug its claws into her side.

“No! No! Not her!” He yelled but it was too late. They had thrown her across the room, her blood pouring into the carpets. Aleksander rushed to her, grasping her into his arms.

He cradled her as her eyes weld up with tears. He held her face as he apologized over and over. His dark irises soon flooded with tears as he called for a healer. Fruzsi ran in and gasped at all the blood surrounding the pair.

Healers rushed into the room and Aleksander brought her to there bed. He watched with worry in his eyes, he watched with fear as they healed her. His grisha had never seen such fear in his eyes, not when they were being attack by Alina, not when he was freeing other grisha, never had they seen such fear in his eyes.

The healers worked quickly to heal their Generals wife and the most powerful Tidemaker. Fruzsi watched as the healers finished with uncertain looks at each other. They whispered in her ear, words that made her shudder.

“She’s weak and has lost a lot of blood, she might not make it through the night.” The healer mumbled. Fruzsi shock her head fiercely, Y/n was strong, she’d been her mentor, her friend for years. Unfortunately for them all their General caught their curt and quiet whispers.

No, this would not take his wife- Aleksander would try to reason. His wife was stronger than she gave herself credit for. She’d survived hundreds of years by his side through endless battles. He couldn’t be the cause of his beloveds death, he couldn’t be.

“Not her, never her.” Aleksander mumbled to low for any to hear but himself. And his nichevo’ya. They were to never touch her.

Aleksander sat in his wooden chair staring down at his hands in horror. He swore to never touch her, never hurt her. It was in his vows he’d made hundreds of years ago when they were young. He swore when they married in that tiny ceremony, just them and the minster that he’d never lay a hand on her like her father, her mother.

Now she laid possible dying because he’d failed to control his own nichevo’ya. Y/n had never been fearful of his shadow monsters, they were a part of him so naturally, his sweet Y/n loves them as she loves him. A soft rustling on there bed caused Aleksander to look up, Y/n’s eyes were open, just barely.

“Darling!” He reach to grasp her hand but stopped. His hand was still covered in her blood. Weakly he watched Y/n reach for him, he wiped his hand in his kefta and gently took her hand in his. The bed dipped slightly as he sat next to her frame, Y/n hazily squeezed his hand.

With his free hand he held her face. She nuzzled in the warm he provided her, the safety. Her eyes blinked slightly as she tried to sit up.

“Sasha…?” She muttered softly as he gently pushed her down.

“Don’t, you’re still injured and still weak.” His voice cracked with pain as he spoke. Y/n grasped at his scared face and pull him down with all the might she could muster. Aleksander rest his forehead against hers as he listened to her soft breathing. “Sasha… I’m okay.” Y/n promised, Aleksander scoffed. He could practically see the lie, her lip was tight, her nose ever so scrunched. She was in pain and he knew it.

“No you’re not Y/n. You’re not okay and it’s my fault- I’m so sorry.” Y/n couldn’t remember that last time he used her name. She’d grown so accustomed to the pet names he’d use.

“It okay.. I’m okay.”

“No! No you’re not and it’s all my fault!”

“I will be okay.” Aleksander sighed softly. No matter what he did she wouldn’t care. Deep down he knew she was far too good for him. He was a monster and she… she was the ocean strong and beautiful. Still he feared one day she would realize how much better she deserved.

“Sasha? Lay down with me please.” Y/n mumbled. Aleksander shock his head.

“No absolutely not love, I’m not going to do that right now.” Y/n shot him a glare.

“I meant cuddle you dirty minded old man.” Aleksander laughed gently and kiss her forehead. He slowly laid next to her, not wanted to injure his beloved further. With an annoyed huff Y/n slowly and with a grimace moved onto his body. Aleksander instinctively wrapped his arms gently around her, bringing her closer to him.

“Sasha? Please don’t worry too much. I’ll be okay.” Y/n promised as she drifted to sleep. Aleksander laid awake for much longer as he monitored her.

“I promise, you will be.”

Project SS

a/n: I kinda forgot about out this for a little bit. 😮 my bad chat. But here yall go. Also ignore that Bucky is a man in the gif below. It’s just for aesthetics. Hope yall enjoy this.

Word Count: 1.3k

Series Trigger Warnings: Mentioned S/A on another character, depression, self-harm, anxiety, experimentation on children, abusing relationships, murder, blood, gore, unwilling amputations?

Chapter Two

It was strange, the grass, fresh air, the way my rest felt against the floor. The mask that would normally cover my face rested in the ground next to me. Along with the red lens goggles that would normally cover me.

I see clearly for the first time in my life. No bloody tint to the world. A perfectly clear and blue sky. Quiet steps made their way to me and without hesitation I pull my mask on. 

As the trees moved Clarke popped out. A serious look on her face and she motioned for me to follow. Like the fucking dog I am, I follow. I walk behind her silently as we move back to our broken drop ship. I watch her draw on whatever map she found 

I survey the area around us as I click goggle lens. They shift to a black shade, allowing me to see some color. The others around us run rampant. Wells comes over to talk to Clarke, I all but ignore him. 

“We got problems. The communications system is dead’. I went to the roof, a dozen panels are missing. Heat fried wires.” He informs.  I watch as Clarke sighs softly. 

“Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather.” She directs him to her map. As another kid walks behind them making a joke Wells pushes him back. I roll my eyes at Wells. Honestly I don’t understand his issue.

As a bigger group of boys comes to his aid Wells backs up. Trying to explain himself I roll my eyes.  Nice going Wells. Clarke looks up at me from where I sit in the broken down door. My sigh is exuded a bit loudly from my mask. 

“We’re on the ground. That not good enough for you?” The boy from before asks. He stands with Octavia and his eyes drift to me. I slowly drop down from where I sat and end up next to Clarke. 

“We need to find Mount Weather.” Wells says as he walks towards Bellamy. I groan and follow after Clarke who moves after Wells. For a girl who hated his guts, she sure does follow after him.

“You heard my father’s message. That has to be our priority.” Wells continues. I scoff softly at his words as I cross my arms. The fucking Chancellor might as well of been dead now. 

“Screw your father. What, you think you’re in charge here, You, your little princess and your guard dog?” I laugh quietly. There eyes turn to me. 

“Quite the mouth on you sunshine, remember who opened the door for you.” I answer with a smirk none of them could see.  I could all but feel Clarke’s scolding glare. 

“Do you think we care who’s in charge?” She paused. “We need to get to Mount Weather. Not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get and the harder this’ll be.”

I roll my shoulder, feeling the metals vibrate against one another. I stand behind her as she continues to speak.

“How long do you think we’ll last without those supplies? We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay. So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now.” 

“I got a better idea. You two go, find it for us. Let the privilege do the hard work for a change.” Bellamy voiced. Two? If I could still count right there were at least three of us on this Mount Weather side. 

All the others around quickly agreed and I honestly don’t blame them. Made perfect sense why they would think I that. But then again we were all in the ground now.

“You’re not listening. We all need to go.” Well’s attempted to explain. The moment I blinked the boy behind me pushed Wells. 

“Look at this, everybody the Chancellor of earth.” Everyone laughs to most of Wells announce. They grab onto Clarke and I quickly push them off her. I walk over to the pair about to brawl and grab onto the back of the angered boys shirt. 

Just as I grab him Finn jumps down from the pod’s roof. I watched him go between the two boys. 

“Kid’s got one leg. How about you wait until it’s a fair fight?” Finn asks with a charming smile. I let go of my grip on the angered boys shirt. He jolts against the ground. 

“Hey, spacewalker.” I turn to Octavia as she walks over to us. “Rescue me next.” She asks. A murmur of giggles and laughs echos the angered boy takes his friends away. Now that I get a good look at his face I know him.

John Murphy was his name. Clarke, Finn and I all end up at Wells side. I watch out of the corner of my eyes as Bellamy approaches his little sister. I watch him pull her away as I help Wells stands properly. 

…………………………..

I lean against a tree as Finn approaches us. Clarke is on the ground with Wells, attempting to fix his leg. 

“So Mount Weather. When do we leave?” He asks. His eyes drift over to me for a moment then go back to Clarke. 

“Right now. We’ll be back tomorrow with food.” Clarke turns and tells Wells. Wells’s eyes are sharp, angry even. 

“How are you two gonna carry enough food for a hundred.” I clear my throat and push of the tree.

“I could carry enough food for a hundred of us alone.” Finn nods his head and gives me a smirk. He turns around pulling two boys. The pair are the boys from before.

“Five of us. Can we go now?” Finn asks. 

“Sounds like a party. Make it six.” Octavia comes behind us. As Bellamy goes to interfere I walk into the drop ship. I comb my hands up the walls. Looking for any grove or dip that feels right. 

“What are you doing?” To my surprise it’s Bellamy’s voice I hear first. I find a grove with the litters W.S. engraved into it. Pushing in the grove a door opens and there it is. Black and just for me is my operations suit. I pull it out and drop it on a chair.

Before anyone can question me again I begin to pull off my clothes. I can hear a collective gasp when I pull my jacket. The jagged and ugly scaring on my arm on full display. I went to take off my shirt when I heard her.

“Turn around!” I heard the shuffling of feet and I pull my boots and pants off. I dressed quickly in the armored suit they left me. Once completely dressed in my operation uniform I push myself up the wall. I find a handle and begins to pull myself up.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hear Finn yell from bellow me. I look down for a moment as I drop down a large box. The whole groups is here. I jump down landing with a thud. I quickly open the box and assemble ass the weapons left to me.

I’m not surprised this place is load up for me. I ignore the screen with the Chancellor playing as I work. Finished putting away my weapon and clinking the finally lock on my assault gun I strap it to my back.

“What are we standing here for? Are we not going to go?” I ask. After a few quickly seconds Octavia leaves first. The rest of the ground soon follows after. 

I catch Bellamy’s eyes as I move past him. His arm shoot’s up and grab my forearm. I pause, slowly turning my head to his.

“Who the hell are you.” He doesn’t seem angry. More confused if anything.

“A nightmare.” I with I pull away and walk after the group.

Can someone help me make a master list??? I don’t know how and I hate how unorganized my works are.

~~~~~~~~~ Simp