This goddamned apartment. White picket fence, large back yard, roomy yet cozy. Obviously, it wasn't how it looked, since it was a fucking apartment complex, but it was exactly how it felt. Like a dream for a family man—his own house to raise a child that would one day make their name in this cursed world. He'd only seen this house once or twice, one of them including just a memory, a hallucination, a dream, something like that.
Why couldn't things have gone differently? Why did he have to end up here of all places? That stupidly freezing dread—it made him wonder, was this truly worth it?
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this fanfiction is a hurt no comfort pure angst pain train story of pre-forsaken noli7n7! warnings for drug use, aggression, shootings, and more! please do read the tags—they're important!!
interested in reading more? read the first chapter of Never a Night With Peace on ao3 here!
DISCLAIMER :: the argument is heavily inspired by the noli7n7 divorce audio that you can find on youtube! i am aware that its.cheems is a bad person! please know i do not support its.cheems, i just really like doomed yaoi
I need a fic where Omega is about to crash and she holds Tech's goggles as the ship rattles and shakes around her. She is terrified. She puts his goggles on her head or around her neck (so he can be with her) as she braces for impact.
As this writing takes place in Heavensward, Rifra will be referred to as Seren!
Haurchefant only had a split second to react.
This was supposed to be a mission to rescue Aymeric after he was falsely imprisoned by the Holy See, by his own father Archbishop Thordan VII. Estinien, Lucia, and her squadron of Temple Knights invaded the Vault to rescue the Lord Commander while he, Alphinaud, Banneret, and the Warrior of Light Seren went to confront Thordan themselves. Now that they knew the truth behind the millennia-long conflict that was the Dragonsong War, they had to do what was right and confront the one who kept perpetrating the lie.
Yet Thordan refused to listen, stepping onto the airship as one of the Heaven's Ward escorted him. Seren yelled after him, calling him a coward for leaving, running across the bridge to chase him. Had nothing else happen, perhaps she would have been able to reach Thordan, tackling him down and beating him and the Heaven's Ward senseless even in their primal forms. Perhaps Thordan would have relented, accepting his defeat right then and there. But instead a bright light appeared at the corner of Haurchefant's vision. The primal form of Ser Zephirin had charged some sort of lance made of light and was aiming it at the viera, who was completely unaware.
He had to do something.
The elezen warned Seren, sprinting as fast as he could as he drew his shield to block the attack. He planted his feet onto the ground, pushing against the lance of light with all of his strength, fighting to keep the attack at bay.
Crack.
Haurchefant kept his stance, bringing his other arm to support his shield as he continued to defend against the assault. The woman he was protecting was the Warrior of Light, the one who offered herself to assist them against heretical activities despite Ishgard's isolationist approaches. She even came to their aid when Dravanians tried to invade his home at the Steps of Faith. There was so much he was grateful for, and he was not letting her die until he paid his gratitude in kind.
Crack.
He heard the sound of his shield getting pierced through as a burning sensation wracked his stomach.
And Seren was his ward, a request accepted by his father Lord Fortemps. He had offered her, Alphinaud, and Tataru shelter until their names were cleared from the Bloody Banquet at Ul'dah, one of many ways he had intended to show them his thanks. If she was to die here, then he would have failed his mission.
Crack.
Haurchefant could taste his own blood in his mouth as Seren screamed his name, collapsing in front of her as Thordan nonchalantly boarded his airship. Alphinaud ran to his side, quickly applying his healing magic, yet the pain refused to subside. Ishgard was a cold land, yet it seemed to get even colder as the seconds passed by.
"You..." Haurchefant muttered, turning towards where he thought Seren was. "You are unharmed? Forgive me... I could not bear the thought of... of..."
He felt a warmth in his hand, his gray eyes tracing its path to meet Rifra's teary green. She was holding his hand tightly, pleading for him to live, shouting at Alphinaud to apply as much magic as he could because by the Twelve he was not going to die there.
Ah... The Warrior of Light truly had a heart too big for her own good. Many refused to acknowledge Haurchefant properly even after he had achieved knighthood, having been born a bastard to Lord Fortemps. Being "impure" meant that he had to work twice as hard as everyone else to get even a little bit of recognition, even if it meant that he had to appeal to outsider help in order to protect the land he called home. Seren didn't care for any of that, her opinion of him unwavering even as it was revealed that he was a bastard. She continued to aid him and Ishgard, even traveling to Dravanian lands in hopes of establishing peace with dragonkind. She didn't have to do any of that; she was his ward, after all.
Haurchefant smiled weakly at the viera, strength leaving his limbs. If anyone could change Ishgard for the better, change the world even, it would be her, and he was more than happy to sacrifice his own life for hers, a fire that burned so fiercely amongst this frigid wasteland.
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Chapter Three: In which grilled cheeses get made and emotions are thoroughly avoided.
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I am awake at ungodly hours of the night to provide you all with sweet sweet content. I worked very hard on this one and will proceed to wake up tomorrow so I can start on the next one.
I hope you all cry. More than that, I hope you all tell me. I love knowing how people react to the pain train I run you all over with every so often. Brings me joy.
i don't feel particularly inclined to get top surgery but chronic pain makes wearing a sports bra painful and i sure as hell can't bind (lol rib damage from binding on the first place) and i just don't feel like going titties out when i'm wearing my button down or especially if i have to wear my suit so it's like fellas... i think u might have to go...
