A little danger, pt. 17 - Finale
A little danger - Series Masterlist
Pairing: Sky of Eraklyon x mind!fairy
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, violence, sexual innuendos, descriptions of blood/wounds/death
Word count: 6k
———— PART 17 ————
“What happens now?” Aisha digs her hands into her pockets, looking around as the sun slowly sets.
“I don’t know”, Terra responds, chewing her bottom lip.
Bloom folds her arms across her chest, sighing, “I can’t be here when they realize I’m gone.”
“They won’t know,” Y/N states, “If anyone comes after you, I’ll use my powers to make them think you’re still incapacitated.”
“You’re sure you can do that?” Stella asks, furrowing her eyebrows.
“Sure, she can!” Flora tries to lighten everyone up, only for her smile to drop as the girls start walking to the dorms.
“Something isn’t right,” Y/N rubs her hands as the cold wind picks up. “I don’t like that almost all the specialists are gone to a supposed hideout.”
“It feels like a trap, doesn’t it?” Bloom agrees.
“I should have gone with Sky.”
Stella sighs, “You need to stop worrying. It’s going to be fine.”
Shaking her head, Y/N presses her lips in a thin line. “He doesn’t remember anything before yesterday. They could kill him and it would be my fault!”
Grabbing her by the shoulders, Stella scowls. “The weight of the world isn’t on your shoulders. Everything that goes wrong isn’t always on you.”
“Stella’s right,” Aisha pipes up. “Fucked up things happen every day, but that doesn’t mean it’s your fault.”
“I know you guys are trying to cheer me up, but I feel it in my bones…something is going to happen to him…to all of us.”
Y/N returned to her dorm, immediately grabbing her phone.
“Are you safe?”
Staring at the screen, her brows furrow with every passing minute. Sky might be busy at the moment, or he might not even know how to unlock his phone.
As the last ray of the sun disappeared, she closed her eyes. Just for a moment, she can relax and let the day's worries leave her mind.
Suddenly she awakens, confused as she checks her clock. It’s the middle of the night and there are no texts from Sky. What woke her up?
That’s when she heard it - screeching and chirping.
With trembling lips, Y/N’s chest struggles to contain her heart. Last time she heard those sounds she found herself surrounded and in a battle with Sebastian she couldn’t possibly win.
“They’re here.”
Swallowing thickly, she lets out a heavy sigh. “I have to protect the school,” Y/N whispers.
Rushing to the main building, she finds it empty - most of the students have gone to the dorms already. Taking a deep breath, Y/N’s eyes glow purple. It doesn’t take much of her energy as her focus forms hundreds of invisible strings simultaneously.
“The Blood Witches are here. Those who can fight, be ready to defend yourselves and those weaker than you. Don’t let the scrapers bite you.”
The power goes out, darkness enveloping her. She can only hope that this is a sign Sky is unharmed – because if the Blood witches are here, he’s safe.
Taking in a few short breaths, she heads to the library. It’s the only place she can think of that would be useful for hiding.
Scrapers are slithering, she can hear them. The screams coming from a distance tell a story, one she wishes she could ignore. Shaking her head, she holds her breath as she runs toward the sounds.
Covering her mouth at the sight, she grimaces. Pressing her back against the wall, she runs in the opposite direction. She can’t stop the scrapers. There are no Specialists in sight, no weapons, and no magic she could use to fight them.
The last thing anyone needs is her power taken by them – that’s when they’d truly lose.
Checking her phone, she checks the group messages. There are videos of students being taken to confinement – not everyone is being drained.
“Where are you?” Y/N texts.
“Musa and Flora are stuck in the school. Where are you?!” Stella responds.
“In the school.”
“We got ahold of the guys. They’re coming back. Hide.”
“Sky?”
“Is asking about you. What do I tell him?”
“Anything but the truth.”
If he finds out she’s in the school, he might be stupid enough to enter the grounds. Sky is the only person she wishes was beside her right now, but also the last. Knowing he’s not near them puts her at ease – as far from danger he can be, she is happier.
“Tell him I’m sorry…and I love him.”
Turning it off, she pockets her phone before heading to the library as planned.
While she was finding a place to hide, Sky was slowly losing his mind.
“It’s almost dawn and we’re still not there!”
“I’m driving as fast as I can,” Saul snaps back.
“I’ll be sure to let the fairies know when we attend their funerals!”
Rolling his eyes, Saul speeds up. “Fine!”
“Stella said three of them are still in the school,” Riven says.
“Who?!” Sky asks, his cheeks flushed and eyes wide.
“Musa, Flora - who you don’t remember, and –“ Riven pauses, gulping. “Y/N.”
Covering his mouth, he fishes his phone out of his pocket. The photo of him and Y/N stares back at him as the screen lights up and he realizes it’s asking for a password.
“I…Do you know my password?” Sky looks to Riven who shakes his head.
“Try Y/N’s name or birthdate?”
Raising a brow, Sky scowls.
Lifting his hands in mock surrender, Riven chuckles. “Not my fault you’re so whipped!”
“It’s not that, dickhead! I don’t remember her birthdate!”
“I do,” Saul chimes in.
And that’s exactly what it was – his password is the day she was born. Riven is right – he is whipped. The first message that pops up is hers – Are you safe?
Holding his breath, he writes the same to her.
No response.
Scrolling up, he finds hundreds, if not thousands of exchanged messages, photos, videos, links…the history of his heart’s desire that he cannot remember.
“Ask Stella if she’s heard from her.” Pausing on a photo of Y/N in a red dress, he inhales deeply. It feels so familiar, yet nothing comes to mind…If she dies, he’ll never remember who he is…who she was to him. That can’t happen!
“She did,” Riven glances at Sky. “Apparently I wasn’t supposed to tell you she’s in the school…and to tell you she’s sorry and she loves you.”
Gliding his tongue across his teeth, Sky nods. “Right.”
“I’ll never get used to that,” Riven frowns.
“What?”
“You…not caring about her…or me or anyone really.”
“I care,” Sky exclaims…”I think.”
“You can’t tell me you don’t remember anything. I mean, I’d understand forgetting the stupid things, but Silva? Y/N? ME?”
“You?” Sky snorts. “Silva is like my father, she’s my girlfriend…what are you?”
“I was your best friend once.”
“Mhmm.”
“I was!”
“Once.”
“Yes!”
“Meaning, not now. So how important are you really?”
“Shut up!” Saul shouts. “Unless it’s about the situation at Alfea, I don’t want to hear it!”
The first light of dawn breaks over the horizon, casting a soft, golden hue across the landscape as Sky and the rest of the specialists return to Alfea. The early morning air is crisp, carrying with it the scent of dew-laden grass and the distant murmur of the waking forest. Yet, the tranquil beauty of the sunrise is marred by the grim reality that awaits them.
Sky’s heart tightens with fear and desperation as his thoughts turn to Y/N, who is trapped inside the school’s walls. His mind is a chaotic storm of emotions, battling against the cruel void left by his missing memories.
Every instinct in him screams to run to her, to ensure she is unharmed, to hold her close and protect her from the danger that now surrounds her. Yet, the gaping hole in his mind taunts him, a cruel reminder that he can’t recall the details of their love, the moments that defined them. The self-loathing gnaws at his heart, a relentless ache that leaves him feeling helpless and inadequate.
Sky’s fists clench at his sides, his knuckles white with the intensity of his grip. He hates himself for the amnesia that robbed him of the memories of Y/N, and for the uncertainty that clouds his judgment. But despite it, a deep-seated certainty anchors him—he cannot, must not, lose her.
“The attack was over in about 20 minutes,” Bloom explains. “I don’t know how many Blood Witches are in there, but it’s safe to say there’s enough to take over every Specialist there.”
Saul nods, “They knew we were making a move on their hideout.”
“And we drank the last of the Blood Witch antidote,” Riven scowls.
“They took over every specialist?” Sky asks.
“Mhmm. And the fairies didn’t have it much better. Sebastian brought an army of scrapers to take them down,” Bloom sighs.
“Are they all drained?” Sky’s worry echoes in every word spoken.
“Not yet,” Bloom manages a reassuring smile. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he remembers Y/N…and her. “They’re being held under the school, taken to him one by one.”
“Y/N?”
“Neither Musa nor Flora have seen her. She hasn’t responded to any of our messages since last night.”
Watching the videos from the girl’s group chat, Saul points out. “That’s Bavani.”
“We’re thinking that he can’t handle a lot of magic at once,” Bloom continues.
“So there’s still time to save some of them,” Saul notes. “That’s good. Good intel.”
Bloom smiles, “It’s all Musa. She’s hiding in the school. She’s managed to avoid detection, but Flora wasn’t so lucky.”
Rubbing his chin, Saul nods. “Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us. A frontal assault is suicide.”
“A covert strike upgrades our odds, but not by much,” Riven shrugs. “And we’ll be fighting friends, which is a headfuck.” Glancing at Sky, he rolls his eyes. “For most of us.”
“So, we use non-lethal weapons and neutralize the threat. But what if the Blood witches manage to take us, as well? I haven’t had the antidote like the rest of you,” Sky reminds them. “And you don’t know how long yours last. What happens if we end up being the ones to kill the fairies?”
Frowning, Riven pauses. “You’re right…You shouldn’t be going in there with that mindset and without an antidote.”
Scoffing, Sky grabs him by the collar. “You won’t stop me.”
“Careful mate! Someone might think you do give a shit.”
Clenching his jaw, Sky pushes him aside, heading off. It would be enough for Riven to believe he’s left as he wants him to. Maybe he should leave. Y/N said it herself, he seems better off not knowing what’s happened between them…She seemed honest about it.
Gnawing on his bottom lip, he checks his phone once again. Their photo lights up the screen – his eyes seem happy and his smile wide. Photos can be deceiving, but this doesn’t feel like a lie. Not too long ago, this heart of his required her presence to keep beating, and no matter how badly he wanted to ignore it, something about her calls to him.
Throwing caution to the wind, Sky steps forward, his eyes fixed on the school. He knows the risks, and the peril that awaits him inside, but none of it matters in the face of losing Y/N. The weight of his love for her, even in the absence of his memories, drives him forward, a force stronger than any fear or doubt.
“I’m going in,” he declares, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his heart. The other specialists glance at him, concern etched in their features, but Sky’s resolve is unwavering.
Without waiting for a response, he breaks into a run, his heart leading him toward the one person who means more to him than anything. As he races toward Alfea, the rising sun casts a hopeful light on his path, and Sky prays that it’s not too late to save her, to hold onto the love he knows he can’t live without.
“I knew he’d do that,” Riven sighs. “I get to clock him when he gets himself possessed!”
Clinging to the walls, Y/N holds her breath. One wrong move and she’d have set the realm up for a disaster. If Saul or Farah were with her, they’d advise caution. She can’t save the school on her own – the number of scrapers and Blood Witches is too great for one fairy, even one as strong as her. She turned her phone off the night before, worried it would be used to track her. No one can know where she is, because she doesn’t know who to trust. Every specialist can be controlled, every fairy turned against her. If she’s to stand a chance to find her way out, she can’t risk it. But if she wants to fight Sebastian, the risk of distraction with thoughts about Sky’s safety might be worse.
Stay and fight, or run for her life?
It’s a choice she was always destined to make.
Farah would tell her to trust her instincts, but they’ve led her astray before. Running her hands through her hair, she sighs. If she runs, she won’t get far. Realistically speaking, the exits are manned well. Fighting Specialists, especially those she doesn’t want to kill would prove to be more difficult than fighting her own demons.
She checks her phone anyway.
“Are YOU safe?”
Covering her mouth as tears flood her eyes, Y/N nods to herself. He replied sometime during the attack. They must have been on the way back. He’s safe. Or was safe? Hopefully, he doesn’t give a damn and will stay away from Alfea until the Blood Witches are defeated.
A quick look at the group chat tells her she’s right – he’s outside with Bloom. Suppressing an eye roll at the thought of a no-memory Sky being around his ex who still wants him back, Y/N sends the group a quick text.
“I’m heading to the library. If anyone’s inside, meet me there. I’ll wait an hour. If no one comes, I’m doing this on my own.”
“Solarians are coming. Hold off on any stupid acts of bravery!” Aisha responds.
“Every passing minute means one more fairy loses her magic. I’ve been hiding from it my whole life, but there’s no place left to hide now. I’m ready to use my magic, no holding back.”
Stella replies, “We’re all coming inside. Bloom and Sky are missing. I have reason to believe Sky is taken by the Blood Witches and is used as leverage against her.”
“He wants the Dragon flame,” Aisha states.
“With it, I won’t stand a chance against him.”
“We are coming,” Aisha confirms.
“I can’t wait that long. I’m going to look for them.”
Drawing in a deep breath, she checks around the corner. No one’s noticed her. Y/N stands in the dimly lit hallway of Alfea, her heart pounding in her chest. Sky is somewhere in the school, but finding him amid all of the other minds that are taken and breaking the Blood Witches' control is a daunting task. She takes a deep breath, centering herself, and closes her eyes, letting her power flow through her.
Tendrils of her magic extend from her mind, invisible and delicate, searching through the labyrinth of thoughts and emotions that fill the school. She has to be careful, and precise. Alerting the Blood Witches could mean disaster, not just for Sky, but for everyone.
The first minds she touches are frantic, students and teachers caught in fear and confusion. She gently skirts around them, moving deeper into the building. Each mind she passes through is a potential danger, a possible alert to the Blood Witches. Her focus narrows, a laser-like precision guiding her as she seeks the one mind that matters most to her. If she manages this, she will return to the others, free them as well.
After what feels like an eternity, she senses a familiar presence—a flicker of Sky's essence amid the chorus of other thoughts. Her heart leaps, but she forces herself to stay calm, to maintain her delicate touch. She can't afford to make any mistakes.
Carefully, she weaves her magic around Sky's mind, trying to differentiate it from the surrounding influences. She senses the dark threads of control, the insidious tendrils of the Blood Witches' magic entangled with his thoughts. It takes every ounce of her concentration to avoid triggering their awareness.
Gently, she begins to unravel the dark magic, her power working to sever the links without causing a backlash. She feels the resistance, the darkness fighting back, but she presses on, her determination unwavering. Her hands tremble slightly, the effort of maintaining such fine control taking its toll on her.
Sebastian is distracted, she can sense it. If not, she would be discovered by now. Sky’s ears can pick up the conversation – and she can pick up on his mind’s reaction to his body’s struggle. He can’t breathe.
She can see where they are now. Running toward him, she continues to work on his mind. His airway is released once more and she gasps for breath as well. She senses Sky's confusion, the haze that clouds his mind. She pours her emotions into her magic, hoping to reach him, to let him know she's there. "Sky," she thinks, her voice a whisper in the storm of his thoughts. "I'm here. I'm coming for you."
Little by little, she feels the dark magic give way, her power pushing it back. It's a delicate balance, a dance on the edge of a knife, but Y/N doesn't falter. She can feel Sky's presence growing stronger, the fog lifting from his mind. The connection between them sharpens, and she holds onto it like a lifeline.
Finally, with the final cut, she breaks the last of the Blood Witches' control. The dark tendrils snap, and she feels Sky's mind clear. She senses his awareness returning, his thoughts no longer muddled by the external influence.
Pausing as she hears a noise, she hides in a classroom as the Specialists pass.
"Sky," she whispers with her eyes closed, her voice trembling with relief and exhaustion. "You're free."
She opens her eyes, blinking away the fatigue, and knows she has to find him physically now. But for the moment, she allows herself a brief respite, leaning against the wall, her heart still pounding. She’s done it—she’s found him, freed him. Now she just has to reach him. His mind is saved, but his body is still in danger.
Reaching the great hall, Y/N pauses as she hears the Dragon Flame roar… Sebastian’s using the crystal to steal it.
“Not long now, Bloom. I can feel it.”
Panic claws at Y/N’s throat as she feels the familiar crackling of her power under her skin. She can’t allow this to happen.
“Hate to interrupt a private moment,” Beatrix smirks as she walks in on the other side of the room.
Swallowing thickly, Y/N looks up to where Sky is wrapped up in vines. He’s unconscious.
“Not now, Beatrix”, Sebastian all but growls.
“Bloom might want to know what you plan to use the Dragon Flame for.”
Whimpering, Bloom glances at her. “Does it matter?”
“Figured. Remember you said that,” Beatrix smirks as sparks of electricity dance along her fingertips. And that’s when Y/N hears it – the one defining thought that made her come out of the shadows.
But she wasn’t fast enough.
Beatrix raises her hand, and the electric current surges upward, striking Sky with a searing intensity.
The electricity courses through his body, causing the vines to snap and break. His muscles convulse uncontrollably, and his eyes widen in pain and shock. The force of the electricity halts his heart, the life draining from his eyes as he plummets to the ground.
Y/N, no longer hidden in the shadows, witnesses the horrific scene. Her heart stops, a scream dying in her throat as she watches the man she loves fall lifelessly to the ground. Desperation and rage fuel her magic, and it bursts forth in a wave of raw power. She steps forward, her eyes blazing with an ethereal violet light, and focuses on Beatrix.
With a flick of her wrist, Y/N sends a telekinetic force slamming into Beatrix. The impact is so powerful that it hurls the fairy across the room, her body colliding with a stone column. The sickening crack of Beatrix's neck breaking echoes through the air, and she slumps to the floor, lifeless.
Ignoring the fallen fairy, Sebastian and Bloom, Y/N rushes to Sky's side, dropping to her knees beside him. Her hands tremble as she reaches out, her fingers brushing against his still-warm skin. "Sky," she whispers, her voice choked with tears. "Sky, please."
She places her hands on his chest, her magic flaring in an attempt to restart his heart. Her power flows into him, but it's erratic, fueled by her panic and fear. "Please, don't leave me," she begs, tears streaming down her face.
Her vision blurs with tears, and she presses her forehead against his, whispering desperate pleas between sobs. "You can't die," she cries. "Not now, not like this. Come back to me, Sky."
She feels his heart beneath her hands, willing it to beat again. Her magic pulses, a desperate, rhythmic push against the stillness his heart has surrendered to. She pours everything she has into him, the love, the fear, the sheer force of her will. "You said you loved me," she murmurs, her voice breaking. "I love you too, please."
For a moment, nothing happens, and the weight of despair threatens to crush her. But then, faintly, she feels a flutter beneath her palms—a weak, stuttering heartbeat. Her breath catches, hope flaring in her chest. "Sky," she whispers, more urgently now. "Fight. Please, fight."
The heartbeat grows stronger, and Sky's chest rises with a shallow, ragged breath. His eyes flutter open, confusion and pain clouding his gaze. Y/N lets out a shuddering sob of relief, her hands still pressed to his chest as she watches him come back to her. "Sky," she says again, her voice trembling. "You're okay. You're going to be okay."
The emotional strain should have left her feeling drained, but she held onto him tightly, her fingers entwined with his. She won't let him go. Not now, not ever. As his breathing steadies and his eyes clear, the overwhelming relief that washes over her is quickly replaced by a searing, unbridled anger. Her eyes, still stained with tears, harden as she lifts her gaze to Sebastian. He stands across the room, a smug expression on his face for he sees the emotional tie to both the fairies he wishes to exploit. Y/N's heart pounds with fury, each beat resonating with her magic, which roils and churns within her, struggling to break free. Sky will not be a bargaining chip anymore – she will make sure of it.
She stands, her body trembling with rage. The air around her crackles with raw energy, and her fingers spark with violet electricity. Y/N takes a step toward Sebastian, joining Bloom, who is equally filled with determination. Her magic begins to spill over, uncontrollable and fierce, responding to her emotions.
Her eyes shift to a deep, glowing violet, mirroring the storm of power within her. Waves of violent purple light ripple across her skin, creating an aura of pure, untamed energy. Her hair, once a uniform color, now has vivid purple streaks that shimmer and dance like liquid fire.
Then, with a sudden burst, her wings emerge, an extension of her fury and strength. The wings are large and powerful, each one a breathtaking tapestry of colors. The primary hue is a rich, deep purple, but they are veined with streaks of lighter lavender and electric indigo, like lightning captured in glass. The edges are sharp and crystalline, catching the light and refracting it into a dazzling array of colors. The wings pulse with every beat of her heart, shimmering with an ethereal glow that reminds the onlookers they are otherworldly.
Y/N stands tall, her wings unfurled to their full span, casting a shadow that speaks of both beauty and danger. The energy rolling off her is palpable, a violent storm barely contained within her form. She looks every bit the powerful fairy she has become, a being of raw magic and unyielding will.
Sebastian's confident demeanor falters as he takes in the sight before him. Y/N’s transformation is a clear sign of her immense power, and the look in her eyes promises retribution. She steps forward, her voice low and filled with a cold, burning rage. "You will pay for what you've done."
Bloom transforms beside her.
“Okay. So what are you gonna do? Kill me. Then what? Destroy the school? Your friends are outside fighting for you.”
Stella speaks from behind her, “Technically, their friends are inside now.”
“Bloom, look at me!” Sebastian insists. “This is exactly what happened to your mum, Bloom, and people died. Your friend has no control over her power.”
Y/N can feel Bloom falter for a moment.
“You can stand down, Y/N,” Stella tries. “We are here. You don’t have to do this alone.”
“It’s too late for that now;” Y/N responds. “Get everyone as far away from here as possible.” She looks to Sky who still seems dazed. “Now!”
“We’re not leaving you,” Bloom reassures her as Terra, Stella, and Aisha transform beside them.
“Someone needs to take Sky away from here,” Y/N raises her voice as everyone seems to hold their breath.
“He won’t be harmed,” Stella stands across from her, her golden wings spread out as well. It’s a marvelous sight to see.
Nodding, Y/N turns her energy back on Sebastian, hitting him with the first wave of power she can muster. The girls follow her lead, each using their power, now heightened with their transformation complete. Sebastian grunts as Y/N allows more of her power to trickle into the attack, drawing more and more of her life force with it. Bloom does the same, using the Dragon Flame as a catalyst that turns Sebastian’s grunts into dying screams.
The energy disperses along with Sebastian, the girls returning to their original form immediately after.
All except for Y/N.
“Breathe,” she tells herself, staring at her shaking hands. Noticing her glowing purple veins, she stumbles back, straight into a sturdy chest, making her yelp as her wing gets hurt on impact.
“You’re alright,” Sky places his hands on her hips, steadying her. “I didn’t mean to hurt your wing.”
With trembling lips, she manages a nod. “I –“, she pauses, realizing why she’s still struggling to transform back. “You died.”
“I’m sorry I did that,” he cups her cheek. “Would it help if I promise I won’t do it again anytime soon?”
Glancing around, she sees everyone’s put some distance from her. Only Stella remains, cradling Beatrix. Fuck…that was her. She killed her.
“I didn’t mean to kill her,” Y/N exclaims. “She’s the reason you were dead. I reacted to a threat!”
“I believe you,” Sky rests his forehead on hers. Placing her hand on his chest, he takes a deep breath. “Breathe,” he reminds her, “Breathe with me.”
A soft, broken smile appears on her lips as she synchs her breathing with his. Slowly, but surely, her wings have disappeared and the violet light faded away.
“You’ve done this before,” she tells him. “Talked me off a ledge in the same way more times than I can count.”
“I know,” Sky’s nose brushes against hers. “I remember every single time.”
Pulling back, she gasps, “How?”
“You were saving me from their control and it all flooded back to me. Right before it made me pass out entirely.”
Pressing her lips in a thin line, she grabs onto his jacket and drags him closer. “We have a lot of shit to figure out.”
“I’m well aware.”
“I love you,” she remarks.
Grinning, he repeats, “I’m well aware!”
Raising her eyebrows, she narrows her eyes at him. “Is that all you have to say?”
“Yep!”
“Dick!” She rolled her eyes at him before planting a kiss on his lips that nearly stopped his heart again.
Holding her flush against his body, Sky never wanted to let her go. Every time he did, he regretted it in record time. Sometimes it was fate that pushed them together, other times a little danger, but whenever the dust settled, Sky knew it would need Y/N to keep beating as much as he needed oxygen to keep breathing.
Parting, he smiles as she gasps for breath. “I love that I make you breathless and I DO love you. I might be a dick, but I am yours.”
“I’m not sure I believe that,” she purses her lips.
“My phone’s passcode is your birthday. It leaves no room for doubt.”
Chuckling, she nods. “I was wondering how you remembered it.”
“Saul,” Sky shrugs. “Speaking of, he’d love to see you’re alive and well. He was stressing a lot.”
Leaning into his side, Y/N looks up at him fondly. “Let’s see the old man then.”
He wraps an arm around her, leading her away from Beatrix’s body and Stella’s tears. She’ll beat herself up about it for a long time, but Sky will remind her every day that he loves her and he will support her through it. So many wonder why he chooses to stand with Y/N, some were brave enough to even ask “Why her?” and he’d only laugh at the stupidity of their question, responding, "Why would I choose anyone else when she exists?”
For Sky, this wasn’t a momentary thing like it was with Bloom and Stella. If he knew he’d get Y/N back in his life, he wouldn’t have dated either of them, because Y/N is the kind of love one carries for a lifetime. Does he enjoy the intrusions her power force upon his mind? No. But he can find a way to work around that. If he were simply honest with her, no secrets kept inside, she wouldn’t accidentally see anything that would break her heart. And he’s certain she’s seen quite a bit of secrets that don’t necessarily affect their relationship that she’s allowed to remain a secret.
Trust. It’s all they truly need. And forgiveness, but that he has an abundance of.
The once-bloodied courtyard of Alfea is now eerily silent, save for the occasional sound of distant sobs and murmured reassurances. The air is thick with the scent of burnt magic and the lingering tension of a fight hard-won. Y/N walks through the debris, her steps slow and weary, yet purposeful. Beside her, Sky moves with a similar weariness, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any remaining threats. They barely made it out of Alfea before Saul noticed them. His usually strong and composed demeanor is softened by the relief of seeing them safe. The weight of the world seems to lift from his shoulders the moment their eyes meet.
Y/N's heart skips a beat, her eyes welling up with tears that she no longer tries to hold back. The sight of Saul, alive and waiting for them, brings a flood of emotions crashing down on her. She quickens her pace, her legs nearly giving way under the emotional strain. Sky, sensing her urgency, matches her stride,
"Saul," Y/N's voice cracks as she calls out, the name carrying all the love and respect she holds for him.
Saul steps forward, his arms outstretched. "Y/N, Sky," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "You’re awfully close there."
“I remember everything,” Sky declares.
Without hesitation, Y/N closes the distance between them, throwing herself into Saul's embrace. The moment her arms encircle him, the dam holding back her tears breaks, and she sobs uncontrollably into his chest. Saul holds her tightly, his hand gently stroking her hair, offering the comfort only a father could provide. Sky, though usually reserved, joins the embrace, wrapping his arms around both Y/N and Saul, creating a circle of warmth and safety.
"It's over," Sky whispers, his voice hoarse. "We did it."
Saul nods, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You both did," he replies, his voice full of pride. "You were incredible."
Y/N pulls back slightly, just enough to look up at Saul's face. “I didn’t think I’d get to see either of you again.”
Saul cups her cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear. "I'm here," he assures her. "And so are you. That's all that matters now."
Sky looks at Saul, a newfound respect and gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you," he says simply, his voice filled with sincerity.
Saul smiles, a rare and genuine expression of pure joy. "You've both grown so much," he says, his voice choked with pride. "I'm so proud of you."
Wiping her tears, Y/N speaks quietly, “I killed Beatrix.”
“After she killed me,” Sky defends.
Blinking fast, Saul’s jaw drops. “What are you talking about?”
“Beatrix killed me. My heart stopped and when I opened my eyes again, Y/N was with me. And then she transformed fully!”
Eyes wide, Saul raises his eyebrows. “Wings and all?”
Y/N nods, smiling for the first time. “Purple veins and all!”
“Okay! That’s a lot to unpack!”
“Farah told me the secret to transformation magic,” Y/N states. “She didn’t have time to talk to you before she was gone again.” Licking her lips, Y/N sighs. “She said you’d understand.” Taking his hand in hers, she realizes he’s shaking. “Told me your friendship was dear to her.”
Pressing his lips in a thin line, Saul looks to the ground, a frown etched on his forehead as he nods silently.
Taking a deep breath, Saul looks at them both, forcing a smile. “Now that it’s all over, I have to do some final checks on the school and the grounds. I order you both to rest up and take a shower, okay? You stink!”
Chuckling, Y/N retorts, “So do you!” Giving him one more hug, she allows Sky to lead her away from Saul.
“Do you think he’ll be okay alone?” She clings to Sky’s arm, her eyes lingering on the path before them.
“Yeah. He probably just needs time to let it sink in. What was it like for you? How did she even appear, I thought Rosalind –“
“She did. Farah had contingencies.”
“Oh…”
“She was there when you left for the hideout. Gave me a pep talk and when the sun was gone, so was she.”
“If you don’t want to talk about it now, you don’t have to.”
Y/N raises her brows, “I know, but that’s genuinely all it was. She told me to save my world – You…And I did. That was the key to transformation magic for me. Embracing the love I have for you and all the fears that love sparks,” she shrugs. “You were dead and I had to face it…after that, nothing about my power scared me as much as the silence of your heartbeat.”
"Right..." Sky's gaze flickers to her parted lips. "You weren't serious about what you told me, about wishing your powers away?"
Pulling her closer, Sky could sense her shiver. "Sometimes. A part of me wanted it gone and when I was surrounded, I wanted to surrender to the scrapers. But I had to fight to help Andreas and I...Failed."
"You did more than enough," Sky tries to reason with her. "No more heavy talks for now. We’re going to take a shower and do nothing for the night.”
Cocking her head, she pulls out her key. “Nothing?” Her lips curl upwards as a mischievous glint appears in her eyes.
Pursing his lips, Sky suppresses a smile as she kicks the door back and her hands grab his shirt. “I’m trying to be respectful.”
Pulling him into her room, she shakes her head fondly. “After all that’s happened, I’d much rather deal with dick Sky for a little while.”
“You liked him, didn’t you?” Sky teases.
“It was a love-hate relationship,” Y/N chuckles.
“Mhmm,” his lips brush hers. “I know he liked you… Once you washed all the blood off. That kind of freaked him out.”
A laugh escapes her as she nods. “I bet it did!”
“He loved how bossy you were,” Sky kicks the door closed, his breath mingling with hers as he walks her backward into the shower. Turning the water on, he raises a brow. “But I think it’s my turn now.”
Biting her lower lip as her smile turns into a grin, she cups his face before their lips collide as do their worlds – and this time, nothing will tear them apart.
