The book o' random Oneshots

Ianthina p.2

This is a CFK!AU chapter continuing an earlier one, so Names!

Ianthina/Thina- Goth
Acacia- Ink
Lucia- Error
Scylla- Reaper
Stacius- Geno

Enjoy!
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It's well into the evening, and a thick, early summer storm is coming down full force outside. Rain batters the roof like the hands of the wind faeries on their drums. Ianthina watches the rain pour down the back window from the couch. It's an old, green couch, well loved and draped over the back with a couple of hand-woven blankets. (one of which is now wrapped around Ianthina, as he sits with Lucia's little white and olive cat, Sprig.)

Everything is all but a quiet buzz, rain on the roof, the simmering pot in the kitchen, the light chatter between Acacia and Lucia in the other room. That is, until the door shivers with a forceful knock. With the rain pouring down, Acacia might've mistaken it for nothing but the thunder, but Ianthina ran into the kitchen and said the door most definitely shook. Acacia leans down and, with a friendly smile, tells Ianthina to stay in the kitchen with Lucia until he finishes talking at the door. The door rattles with another heavy knock, this time unmistakable, and Acacia answers it.

An absolutely soaked figure stands clad in a black cloak, or maybe a shirt with a hood, and loose pants, just like the ones Ianthina had. Their wings flare out behind them, sparking angrily with magic despite their utterly soaked state.

"You have five seconds to tell me where my son is, mortal," he grits out, and Acacia is suddenly aware that tears fall down his cheeks with the rain.

"He's safe pal, but you need to tell me his name." The figure at the door looks impatient. Deadly impatient. "Look, how am I supposed to know you're who you say you are if you can't tell me that?"

They slam their fist into the doorframe and let out a dangerous hiss, "Ianthina. Now, where is he."

Acacia smiles, hardly even flinching at the intimidation. The air around the doorframe diffuses with nothing but the intent to protect, find, care there's not an ounce of hurt or harm in it. "That's all you had to say. Thina, you can come outta the kitchen now buddy: I think someone's daddy is home!"

Ianthina runs out into the living room, Lucia following close behind. "Daddy!!" He squeaks, skittering right past Acacia to hug the figure at the door.

"Little dove!? Oh my stars there you are... There you are," they cry into their son's shoulder. Now Acacia can hear his voice cracking with tears. It makes the empty space in his chest shudder with something tight and a little painful. Empathy, maybe.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to get lost..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, are you hurt?"

"No, no daddy, Acacia and Lucia were very nice. They let me make sphagetti!"

"Really now?" He laughs, knocking their skulls together.

"Yeah!"

"He-e was much he-help i-in the ki-i-itchen," Lucia says. When the stranger looks up to find him there, he seems surprised.

"I'm Acacia, and this is Lucia, my mate."

"Wow," he pauses, looking a little stunned before apologizing, "sorry, I just... haven't seen a mortal and a fae together in a very long time."

"It's alright, we get that a lot," Acacia murmurs, still smiling. He shares a look with his husband before speaking. "Lucia thinks you should come in, at least until the storm lets up."

"No, I-i-i-It'll go a-all ni-ight, just stay wi-ith us the ni-i-ght, i-it's no trouble, we'd love to have your little one around a bi-bit longer," Lucia says with a smile.