Fluff, angst, character x Reader (Y/n)
NO SMUT
*Cover is not mine, I found it on Pinterest*
*None of the pictures are mine either, I found them all on Pinterest*
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(I googled a bit and a few websites said what Childes full name is so I'll use that. Idk if it's correct or not or in line with the Lore, but it sounds good.)
TW ⚠️: death, and stuff that you'd expect from angst. I literally cried while editing and writing 😭😭😭😭😭
Y/n pov
~Flashback~
"3... 2.... 1... Okay, you ready?" Teucers excited voice echoed through the domain loudly. He had his back turned to me and Tartaglia, while three ruin guards marched towards us. I held my hand out and covered Teucer, making sure the ruin guards wouldn't hurt him.
"Give me another ten seconds, Teucer.... Still hiding..." Tartaglia glanced at me, a silent question in his eyes. I nodded, signaling that I would keep his little brother safe. The three ruin guards marched towards my husband, making the ground shake slightly. How Teucer wasn't wondering what was going on, was beyond me.
I wasn't worried about Tartaglia. I mean, I was a little worried. Ok, I was really worried. Three ruin guards, although it wasn't a lot, Tartaglia was already tired out from previous fights.
Plus he had to keep his brothers dream alive. The dream of this domain being an old toy factory.
Teucer grumbled quietly to himself, muttering "Now who's the cheater! Alright, ten seconds, that's it..."
Tartaglia turned to me, smiling at me, telling me it's gonna be alright. "Ha..." he laughed, nervous. The first ruin guard got closer, it's metal creaking slightly as it moved. It began to throw a punch, but got intercepted by Tartaglia, who activated his Delusion. "No!" I yelled, but my voice was drowned out by the sounds of fighting.
Using his delusion now would kill him! He knew this! He fought, all the while Teucer was counting down from ten.
"10... 9.... 8...." I was so worried about Tartaglia. His delusion made him tired and weak. Sucking out all his energy and will. He was already slightly injured and exhausted before he used it!
"Tartaglia, stop! Let me help!" I called to him, but my voice was again whipped out of my throat by the wind and elemental energy pulsing around my husband.
"7... 6... 5... 4..." I lunged forward, ready to join the fight, but Tartaglia used another gust of power to send me flying backward. I landed on my back next to the oblivious Teucer, tears now streaming down my face.
"You're gonna get yourself killed! Baby, please stop! Now!" It was futile. Everything I tried. I couldn't get close enough to help, and Tartaglia either didn't hear me, or didn't listen.
