A multi-prompt fill on tumblr that took on a life of its own. I'd apologize, but really, I enjoyed this too much.
The prompts that I hit were: 1. Introduction, 6. Break Away,17. Blood, 27. Foreign, 49. Stripes, 84. Out Cold. There were more, but I'll get to those later, lol.
Full Summary: It's been a year since Fenris ran from Danarius, and he hasn't stopped running since. Meanwhile, after an unfortunate tumble into a magical mirror, Kagome finds herself in a strange world with even stranger people and no way back. For years she's been travelling throughout Thedas in search of information on the mysterious 'Eluvian.' It's on her way out of the Imperium that she stumbles across an unconscious elf with white hair and tattoos, covered in blood.
Setting: For Fenris, this sticks to canon for the most part, and takes place about a year after he runs from Danarius in Seheron, after he killed the Fog Warriors. For Kagome, less so sticking to canon. Currently twenty-three, after the final battle Kagome was unable to use the well to go home. She was seventeen by the time she was pulled into the DA universe. Inuyasha and Kagome were together for about a year before deciding it would be best to remain friends. Fenris will be a year or so younger than Kagome, making him twenty-two when they meet.
*4.1.21*: i've spent the last... year or so now, going through and re-editing this story. i decided before i posted the sequel that i wanted to give this story one final edit. so basically, i retyped this story from start to finish. i'm not entirely satisfied — i lost my steam around halfway, but it's done! in addition to fixing the errors i caught, editing in details from canon that had come to light after writing/posting this fic (for example, the release of the blue wraith comic series), i also expanded on a few scenes.
(those, at least, i'm satisfied with lol)
in any case, when the edited chapters are uploaded, i'll be posting the final chapter and marking this story complete. and then (hopefully soon) i'll post the first chapter of the sequel, lyrium wishes. until then, wishing you all well!
((edited chapters will be marked as such in the beginning ch notes!))
*4.1.21: retyped edited to fix mistakes, update writing style and links, and add to the story. *
Disclaimer: Obviously, neither Dragon Age nor Inuyasha belong to me.
—Part I—
When he ran, he never looked back.
"Hello, Fenris…"
Every time he shut his eyes, he saw the blood on his gauntlets — still wet, heavy drops pooling at the tapered tips of his metal-clawed fingers, drip… drip… dripping.
"… Kill them. Every last one of them."
He remembered the moment it ended.
"Yes, that's good, my little wolf..."
The moment as self-awareness, as control, finally returned to him.
"You can never escape me."
He remembered the staggering horror at what he'd done — how it washed over him in revolting waves, wracking him with shudders; the overwhelming disgust with himself, with how weak he'd been, nearly bringing him to his knees; how he could hardly even breathe.
"… Never…"
The dawning despair that clawed at him from inside, taunting how he'd never escape his fate; that in the end, he'd always be the slave he despised so profoundly.
"Now, my pet... Return to me."
He remembered his toes curling in the warm sands of Seheron, grit softened and stained with blood, the copper scent so strong it was a wonder he hadn't choked on it.
Remembered as he looked down at the carnage he'd wrought upon his companions, his master's voice beckoning at his ears from up high on the cliff where he stood, watching as a spectator would a sport.
Remembered staring up at his master—
(Who, for as long as Fenris had known him, had always been… so much larger than life. But now, staring up from where Fenris stood, was little more than a silhouette against the blinding backdrop that was Seheron's brightly burning sun)
—and how, for the longest moment, seemingly stretching out for what felt like eternity, his mind and body and soul all fell frighteningly blank… up until the smallest realization had slipped into the back of his mind.
A whisper with the impact of a shout.
(The distance between them felt like miles…
…
The distance between them was an opportunity.)
His feet acted before he'd even made the conscious decision.
Pivoting in the sand, Fenris tore off in the opposite direction of the man that had dictated his every thought, action, and desire since the moment he'd woken up with agony burning through his veins so many years ago.
"Fenris!"
(No more, cried his soul.
Never again, vowed his heart.
Run! his mind commanded.)
"Fenris! Halt! I order you!"
And so run he did, Danarius's furious shouts soon fading to the sounds of his feet beating against sand and the slaps of leaves smacking against his armor and the roar of his pounding heart as he charged forth into Seheron's jungles without another thought.
"FENRIS!"
When he ran, he never looked back…
For he knew had he did, had he seen Danarius's face — enraged, no doubt, darkened with the promise of his punishment for even daring — he never would have been able to bring himself to take that next step in the opposite direction.
That day since Fenris had been running.
He rarely stopped, not even for the gnawing need in his belly vying for sustenance. He had no coin besides and a lone elf such as he would attract more attention than he would have liked.
Though it was not uncommon in these parts to see an elf on his own, to see one that looked as he did, dressed as he did, carrying a sword almost as large as he — that of itself would sear his presence in one's memories. With hunters on his tail, being remembered would not work in his favor, nor was it a risk he was willing to take.
Not that he'd trust sleeping in an inn, that is. It was still much too soon.
And so Fenris kept to the roads and hunted when he was hungry, stole when he had no other choice, and slept high up in trees when he needed to — something that wasn't good so much as for sleeping as it was best for spoiling ambushes, such as the one he was currently fighting off right that moment.
As was always the case, Danarius had sent hunters to capture him. He was too valuable, or rather, the stripes of lyrium beneath his skin were too valuable to allow him to just run away and left be. Danarius rarely left the comfort of his fortress in Tenebris; never was one for the dirty work, not unless it was absolutely required.
The Fog Warriors had required it.
It was a mixed blessing, Fenris couldn't help but think as he fought his assailants. He wasn't strong enough, not yet, perhaps not ever, to fight Danarius on his own — doubted he had enough control over himself to engage in such an act.
Even the thought of it…
His stomach flipped in a bout of nausea, heart skipping a beat before racing at a pace that was no longer due to just adrenaline from the fight, and he forced down the urge to shudder.
With a harsh exhale, Fenris yanked his blade out from the last remaining hunter's chest. He stumbled, catching himself only by stabbing at the ground and using his greatsword as a crutch.
As soon as he'd caught his breath, as soon as his nerves, his heart, all settled, Fenris pushed off his blade and forced himself forward, staggering as he waded through the dead and stopping only to search the bodies of valuables and coin and hopefully potions — preferably healing, but a stamina draught or two certainly wouldn't be amiss. Anything to help him continue to put as much distance as he possibly could between Danarius and himself, and Tevinter at that.
Fenris could never stop running.
This world was, in a word, strange.
Her movements mechanic, Kagome kicked dirt at her fire, double-checking it was snuffed out before she slipped on her pack, followed by her bow and quiver of arrows.
With a surveying look at her small camping area, she turned on her heel once she'd confirmed everything checked out and started out for the day.
It had been years, just over half a decade since she first stepped foot into this medieval fantasy world of mages and templars, elves and dwarves, kings and wardens, darkspawn and apparently even dragons.
Though, stepped foot would be incorrect; falling through a strange mirror would be the more proper description.
The dragons and darkspawn were worrisome, of course, but they weren't so bad. Demons were a thing she was used to already, after all.
But the mages and templars, the elves and dwarves — those, on the other hand, took a moment to get used to seeing day by day. Or rather, the culture and society.
Mages stolen away, even thrown away, to be locked up and guarded by Templars in most parts, all but ruling in another. Dwarves secluded underground, save for those that ventured to the surface, never to return, never welcomed to return. Elves, if not roaming the lands in Clans, then encouraged at best, corralled at worst to live in areas called Alienages in most major cities — seen as lesser, even as fucking slaves.
The Qunari.
With a tired sigh, Kagome lifted her hood over her head to block the bright, hot sun from above.
It wasn't long until she came across splattered blood and dead bodies on the road. Bandits, she thought with distaste as she stepped over the first decaying corpse. Her nose crinkled at the rancid smell. During her past travels, the roads were more often than not full of them.
Her footsteps, however, faltered when she came upon a mage — dead, obviously — but wearing Tevinter-styled robes and sporting a staff that looked rather expensive. Too expensive for any run-of-the-mill bandit.
Slavers? The thought was puzzling, but not so much a surprise. Not any longer, at least. It was one of many reasons she was so happy to have finally left the country. Or, no, she realized after a moment, only just noticing the matching colors they all wore, and the insignia inscribed in some of the warriors. Mercenaries? She also took note of the pair of hounds she was about to pass just up ahead, equally as dead. Hunters, then?
Because of course Tevinter had slave hunters — why else would there be a whole group of them out here in the wild. Someone killed them. The only surprising thing was that it was a rather large group, and that they were all dead.
It was only by chance that a couple of hours later, when she drifted off the trail to search for a source of water and a place to rest for lunch, that she came upon an elf passed out and covered in blood, his dark, tattooed skin littered with wounds and burns.
Fenris woke slowly.
Fenris woke slowly to the smell of rabbit cooking and his body moderately rested and mostly pain free. Something wet and cold and relieving pressed against his forehead.
His belly gave a violent churn; the sense of wrongness was almost sickening.
The elf surged up, roughspun, warm blankets pooling at his hips — his fingers grasped for a blade that wasn't there and upon the realization that he was weaponless his tattoos flared a blinding white-blue.
His eyes blazed a deep green as he searched for the threat he knew to be lurking nearby, settling on a figure kneeling at his side within the span of a breath, their hands outstretched and hovering, frozen in midair.
A woman, Fenris realized, still tensed and glowing. At her side laid open jars of salves, a bowl of water, and folded strips of cloth — his torso felt tight, he realized, something he now knew to be the fault of bandages wound around it and not just the wild panic constricting his lungs.
Her actions were obvious, but her motive was not, and all Fenris could wonder was: why?
"Who are you?" he demanded, suspicion gripping him fierce, "What do you want?"
The woman's eyes — a dark, blue-grey — widened further than they already were. "I'm sorry," she apologized, eyebrows drawn together as a pensive look took hold of her face. Though her words were spoken softly Fenris did not, could not, believe them for the lack of threat they were meant to denote. "I can't understand you. I don't speak… Tevene, isn't it?"
Fenris's eyes narrowed further. The language he recognized, but the accent she spoke in was foreign to him, unlike any he'd heard. "Who are you?" he repeated in Common, voice harsh. "What is it that you want with me?"
Now the woman's dark eyebrows shot up. "Nothing," she quickly answered, drawing her hands away.
Reflex had Fenris striking out to catch them, gathering her thin wrists together in a more than firm grip, one that only tightened when she tried pulling out of it. "Then why am I here?" He cast a glance to take a look at what here was — a small camp sheltered under a cliff overhang, just twenty feet from a river.
They were also alone, a fact that only served to reassure him slightly.
The woman's furtive tugging paused, and he turned to find her looking upon him with an incredulous expression. "I thought you needed help?" she slowly said, as if her reasoning should be obvious, "You were passed out, there was blood. You were pale, even."
Fenris snorted, but allowed his markings to finally calm. "You would help a stranger? An elf, even?" He scoffed, disbelieving, and dismissed her claim. "I have no money to offer you in recompense."
Her eyes both flared and narrowed. "A good thing I asked for none," she replied, her tone a sharp rebuke, "And that I have no need." She quickly twisted her hands, disarming herself from his tight grip with an expert ease.
Fenris's eyes widened.
The woman quickly climbed to her feet, taking a few steps back to put distance between them – not out of fear, but out of caution. "Now," she primly said, straightening her tunic. "You've been out for nearly a day. I was just checking on your healing – you're doing fine. I've got food on the fire, which you're welcomed to. And, your things are just over there." She gestured over to a few feet away, where his belongings were stacked in a neat pile, his blade and daggers set beside it. "I've done the courtesy of cleaning the blood off them."
Fenris just shook his head, fists clenching in his lap. "But why?" he gritted out in a low growl.
Her gaze settled upon him, heavy and searching, and it was all Fenris could do to not fidget under it. He watched as she sighed, her shoulders drooping, before she reached up to rub at her temples.
"Because," she murmured with a shrug and simply told him, "You looked like you needed it."
For three days Fenris recovered under Kagome's watchful eye and tender care.
For the whole of it, Gods help her, the elf wouldn't stop staring. Watching her. Most of the time, he glared nonstop.
It was positively unnerving, but it didn't stop Kagome from trying to diffuse the tension by chattering away, for if nothing else, it helped her ignore the tension he seemed so hell-bent on causing.
"So, after tonight you should be fine to be back on your feet. Your injuries are healing up rather nicely," she rambled on as the smell of the fish cooking filled the air. "Where are you headed, anyway? If you don't mind me asking, I mean. Perhaps we can travel together?"
Fenris cut a look over at her across the fire and scoffed, an obvious sign of dismissal that she had quickly found he was incredibly fond of using. "You are better off on your own," he stated with a brisk shake of his head. "I have hunters on my heels. They are not the kind to hesitate to run you through to get to me."
Kagome shrugged and reached over to flip the fish over in the fire. Fenris's nose crinkled. "I can take care of myself."
As Fenris only stared in turn, disbelieving, Kagome sighed. Rising to her feet, she padded over to her pack, reaching in to pull out a small sack. Weighing it in her hand for a moment, she tossed it to the elf without even a glance.
Fenris caught it with ease, the sound of metal clinking as it hit his palm giving away its contents — coin and a sizeable amount of it. And yet still, he asked, "What is this?"
"Payment," she replied, still rummaging through her bag, "If you want it, to travel with me. Or, if not, then a gift to help you on your travels." She glanced over her shoulder to meet his gaze and held it. "Take your pick. I won't force you to stay."
Snorting, Fenris only shook his head. "And that is all?" he asked, still leery of her intent.
Kagome just shrugged as she closed the flap to her pack, straightening it out and tying it shut. "Company would be nice," she said offhand, and Fenris stiffened just as she froze.
Whirling around, Kagome's face was flushing as she frantically waved her hands. "Not like that," she hastened to add, wincing at his glowering look. "I would — I wouldn't," she swore vehemently, "I just meant — it's lonely out here, and, shit." She stopped, groaning into her palms before she forced the words she meant to say out of her mouth, "It would be nice to have someone else to talk to, other than myself."
A soft huff passing from lips, Fenris murmured, "Calm yourself, I understand what you mean." Kagome peered up to see him shaking his head, mouth twitching. "The presence of another person would also ward off some more opportunistic bandits you might come across. Where are you traveling to?"
Kagome sighed in relief. "Southeast, to Estwatch," she answered, coming to sit by the fire once more, dropping her bag by her feet before she went about removing the fish. When she offered it to Fenris, he made a face and shook his head, to which Kagome frowned. "It's a small island off the coast of the Free Marches. You really should eat — you're still healing."
Fenris grimaced and looked away. It was hard to see, but Kagome thought the tips of his ears, which she could spy just barely peeking through the long, white strands of his hair, were turning darker. "I… dislike fish," he muttered quickly. "I will be fine."
Kagome rolled her eyes and reached for her pack once more, tossing him yet another item after a moment of digging around. When Fenris caught it, it surprised him to find a shiny, if not a bit beat up, apple. "You should have said something when I mentioned we were having fish tonight."
"…Thank you," Fenris quietly replied, and he bit into the fruit, eyes shuttering against the burst of juicy flavor that hit his tongue. "As for where I'm headed — that would be as far as I can get from the Imperium. If you wish to travel with me despite the hunters, then I will not say no." With a soft sigh, he tossed the sack of coin back to Kagome who caught it deftly. "Nor will I take payment. I owe you a debt for healing me, after all."
According to Kagome, she would usually run into bandits at least three times a week. If she managed to see them in time, she usually skirted around them, not wanting to fight.
Fenris, however, had no qualms about meeting with bandits head on. His appearance alone was generally enough to deter most from raising a blade, and if they chose to do so anyways, well, he had yet to meet any with the skill to match his own.
It had been nearly two weeks into their travels together when they met with their second band of bandits willing to take a chance on them.
If anything, Fenris thought with a harsh scowl as he cut down one bandit with relative ease, it likely had something to do with having an apostate with them.
It wasn't a rarity, of course. What was worthy of note was him finding that his new travelling companion was not lying about her ability to take care of herself. She was as swift with firing an arrow as she was deadly.
But whatever skill she possessed with the bow was not nearly as shocking as what else he discovered about her when the apostate conjured stone, intending to hurl it at him, only for a brilliant pale lilac barrier to shimmer around him, locking into place just as the stone collided. It dissolved just as swift, crumbled rock still raining over to the ground when Fenris lunged.
Of course, Fenris thought with a snarl, his markings flaring white-blue. He punched a glowing fist into the mage's chest and ripped out his still-beating heart, blood spurting in wild arcs as he flicked it aside. I must be cursed to have mages follow me at every step.
The apostate mage was still breathing his last breath when he whirled on Kagome, ignoring her open-mouthed gape as he stalked up to her.
"Fenris?" she whispered. Her earlier shock had faded, eyebrows drawn together, gaze flickering over him now as he rapidly approached. They lingered at his clenched fists, a flicker of unease in her stare. She took an unconscious step back as he closed in, eyes growing wide as they snapped back to his face, "Fenris, what—"
She never got the chance to finish as he wrapped a hand, still slick with warm blood, around her slim, delicate neck and lifted her.
Kagome's bow slipped from her grasp, clattering at their feet. Her hands were a pale, shocking contrast against the dark metal of his blood-spattered gauntlets as she gripped at them with furtive fingers. "A mage," Fenris growled, low and furious as he hauled her forward, ignoring how Kagome choked and helplessly dragged in what little air he allowed her to, "I should have known."
"Fen—" she coughed out, her face quickly becoming red and spotty. "Don't—" Her fingers were scrabbling at his wrists now, feeble against the onyx plating.
Fenris relaxed his grip only slightly. "Go on," he taunted, vicious as he sneered, "What lies will you spin for me now, mage? When I have you defenseless and your life in my hands?"
"Not—" she wheezed out, dragging in short, shallow breaths, "Not mage – priestess."
He scoffed, incredulous. "I saw it with my own eyes," he spat, mockery slipping into his tone as he went on, "You conjured a barrier. No mere priestess could do that."
"I–I can't—" Kagome shook her head as much as she could with her neck held tight within his grasp, eyes glistening and blinking fast. "Fen—please."
Blue-grey eyes rimmed with red and tears pleaded with him.
His jaw clenched at the sight, against the image that his mind inevitably drew forth of those very eyes, warm and kind and dancing with light as he had so frequently seen them to be over the past two weeks they'd spent traveling together. Foolish, he reprimanded himself, cursing his idiocy. So naive.
But his grip on her neck eased, allowing Kagome to breathe unimpeded once more, listening to the whistle rattling in her throat as she hastily sucked in precious air. He didn't release her, not yet, and allowed the sharp tips of his fingers to dig lightly into the skin of her neck as both a warning and a reminder that the state of her wellbeing rested very literally in his hand.
He waited until some of the red faded from her face while she caught her breath before he spoke once more, demanding, "Now explain."
Her eyes, previously unfocused, now went sharp. They snapped to him in a narrowed-eyed glare. "I'm not a mage," she said, her voice hoarse as she stressed each word so that he'd understand, "My... abilities work only against magic and creatures. They cannot hurt you or any other non-magic entity — human, elf, or dwarf."
Fenris froze, his stomach twisting, the beginnings of shame tugging at his heels as he began recalling the battle. The lyrium in his markings normally reacted to spells cast near him — he remembered feeling the flare of a spell being cast when the apostate conjured the stone, but now that he thought back on it, the barrier itself barely caused a tingle.
A Templar? he couldn't help but wonder, but even a Templar's abilities registered a stronger, though distinguishable reaction than hers had.
Kagome's eyes narrowed, her nostrils flaring. "I don't know what your deal is with mages that you'd be so quick to kill a person just for being one," she said, and her damning tone left him bristling, "And right now I don't really care, but let's get another thing straight." Fenris stiffened as he felt the sharp edge of a blade — a dagger, a quick flicker of his eyes told him — press firm against the vulnerable flesh of his jugular. "I am not so defenseless to just let you."
Release me, she did not say — instead, she allowed her dagger to make the demand for her as she applied just the slightest of pressure against his skin.
The only sound that filled the air was that of their heavy breathing.
The weight of his forest green gaze bore heavily on her, before his lips twitched and he gave an amused scoff. Slowly, he released her throat completely and lowered his arm, watching her as they broke away.
In turn, Kagome withdrew her dagger, and when Fenris stepped back, she sheathed it in her leathers.
They stared at each other in tense silence, before Fenris had to look away, casting his gaze to the ground in shame when it became too much to ignore. "I… you have my apologies," he said, fists clenching at his side.
He could hear Kagome shifting, knew she was staring at him — felt the burn of it, really — but didn't dare look up. "I'd much rather have an explanation, but thanks."
Fenris exhaled through his teeth at her caustic sarcasm. "I told you about the hunters. They're after me because I was once a slave. I ran from my master — a mage, and a cruel one at that." Finally, he looked up to find that Kagome's glare had softened to an expression of understanding. "You could say he tainted my view of mages as a whole."
Kagome rubbed a hand over her neck. "I'd say that's an understatement," she murmured lightly.
Fenris grimaced. "You must understand — in Tevinter, mages are allowed much more freedom than in the rest of Thedas. Though I am aware not all engage in such despicable acts, most of the Magisters practice blood magic," he all but spat out. "Oh, they may not do so in the open, such an act would be unbecoming of one of their status, but behind closed doors you can be assured that many would not blink at slitting the wrist of those unfortunate to be their slave. Some even purchase slaves for that very purpose, proclaiming dying for their master to be the height of honor." He gave a scornful scoff, seething, "A noble sacrifice indeed."
Kagome said nothing to that, made no move to interrupt him. Instead, she watched him with wary eyes as he ranted and raved — as if he were an animal, ready to attack once again.
Fenris felt his chest give a painful twinge at that and shifted on his feet, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. It was not as if he could blame her, truly, not after what he had done. "Your… abilities were an unexpected discovery, and I was… disturbed, to say the least. It reminded me of…" He stopped, giving a bitter shake of his head instead. "I wasn't thinking clearly. In any case, that does not excuse my actions, even if you were a mage… After the kindness you've shown me in the past two weeks, I at least owed you the benefit of the doubt."
Kagome scoffed. "Damn right you did," she muttered, swooping down to pick up her bow, looping it over her shoulders before she went about rummaging through the bandits pockets for anything useful, or valuable. "I almost thought you were going to rip my heart out as well."
Fenris swallowed roughly and issued a curt nod, turning away to glare at empty air. At his sides, his fists clenched. "Perhaps it would be best if we… part ways, then," he slowly forced out.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kagome glance up at him, felt her gaze as she studied him with an intensity that had the back of his neck tingling. For a long moment she did not speak, no doubt considering the worth of his offer until she broke her own silence with a soft sigh.
He held himself stiffly, braced himself for the inevitable.
Instead, Kagome surprised him.
"If that's what you want, then you're free to leave, Fenris." His head snapped over to stare openly at her. Kagome went on, oblivious, and unless his ears were deceiving him… audibly dejected. "You're welcome to keep traveling with me, though. It was just a misunderstanding, I guess, albeit a violent one."
His mind stalled as he processed her words. For the longest moment he couldn't find his tongue, and once he was able, the words were slow to come. "You… would want me to stay," Fenris realized; the words, the emotion in them, sounded foreign to even his ears. He could only stare at her, bemused. "I could just as easily do it again," he continued, having a more difficult time in admitting the following, "I do not have… the best of control, as you have already witnessed yourself."
"Well," Kagome shrugged, as if it didn't matter. And if the honesty in her gaze were to be believed… then it truly didn't. "If there ever is a next time, I won't be caught by surprise."
And with that, she set off southeast.
Fenris watched her walk away, pace slow but steady, leaving the decision in his hands: to let her go on her way… or to join her, should he so desire.
Deciding did not take long.
Fenris forged forward, strides long and swift until he fell into step beside her. There was a lengthy stretch of silence that followed, with nothing but the thumps of their boots against the hard-packed road and the whistle of the wind to fill it.
"…You're well trained for a holy woman," he couldn't help but comment when the quiet became too much to bear.
At the edge of his periphery, he saw Kagome's lips curl despite herself, chin lifting a notch. "I do fight demons," she replied, glancing over with a cocked eyebrow. "And the occasional highwayman, of course."
Fenris only shook his head, huffing a soft laugh under his breath, carried out by the warmth that began to stir in his chest. "Of course…"
Well. Suffice to say, I really, really enjoyed writing this! So I hope all of you liked it! Unlike some of the other prompts, I will be continuing this. Sorry, but a certain someone found one my weakness for Dragon Age (and Fenris, in particular) - I didn't even expect to write so much for this, lol, it kinda just happened, the ideas kept on flowing, and it was too tempting not to make this a full on fic. I'd wager it'll end somewhere between 10-15,000 words, but we'll see what happens, yeah?
*Sighs happily* I'm really going to have such fun writing this, haha.
Like always, feel free to hit me up at tumblr with some prompts! Link's on my profile!
RainLily
4.1.21: i really thought this fic would end at 15k huh? lmao