tw: trauma, fear, assault, blood

a/n: sorry if there's any typos! this was a lil rushed! but i'll go back in later and fix em if there are any <3

a slight chill arose in the loving dew of their bedroom, and a small shuffling was heard from outside. y/n perked her head up, eyeing the dark silhouette of the door, slightly ajar, and the balcony doors wide open- shades dancing in the moonlight. she looked over at schlatt, sleeping peacefully, and caging her in his arms. part of her just wanted to fall back blissfully, to not disturb this peaceful moment. but curiosity took ahold and she gently tapped at his bare chest.

"schlatt...?" she whispered, only to receive a sleepy grumble in response. she rubbed her eyes, gently slipping out from under schlatts arms and pulling on his sweater tossed over the floor. she shivered, stepping near the balcony and pulling the doors closed, she didn't remember them being open when she fell asleep- schlatt must've opened them in the night. y/n turned her head, hearing a muffled thud coming from outside their room. shit, she thought, did something get inside? did we forget to close a window? she shuffled out of the bedroom, peering down the hall. a soft gasp left her mouth- breath taken and limbs shaken. a tall shadow loomed over the hallway, breath heaving, and sword drawn. it turned, facing towards y/n. tusks drawn, hair long. she couldn't see its face- it was too dark. his cape swayed, hints of red, gold, pink- shined through the darkness. it all felt so fast, y/n unable to say anything as she stepped back, he only grew closer.

"you..." his voice spoke, deep and raspy. he raised his sword, moonlight shining across his scarred face and toothy growl. she felt powerless, glued to the quartz floor, unable to help herself. was this just how it always was? was this how weak she was? not even able to run to save herself? the sword fell and a sharp pain grew across her torso. she yelped, falling to the floor. blood stained schlatts knitted sweater and she whimpered, the man above her raising her sword once again. was this how it ended? her last moments, in fear? she closed her eyes, as if it would make it all go away. wishing she just stayed with schlatt...schlatt. schlatt.

"schlatt!" she called out, flipping over and dragging herself forward, a messy pool of blood trailing along with her. as if he had heard her mental cries, her thoughts, he was there. standing across from the man, bow drawn- he fired, the arrow landing in his shoulder. the man winced, lifting his sword again. schlatt fired- hitting his other shoulder. the man growled, hesitating and backing up- retreating. his cape swayed- and in only a moment- he was gone. out the window.

"y/n-" schlatts eyes darted to her- then the blood. he dropped the bow, sinking to his knees and pulling her up to him. she winced. "wh-" he whispered, eyes full of fear. he pulled up the shirt, revealing the wound- and a heavy sigh of relief  left his shaving lips. "it's not-" he gulped, regaining himself- "it's not a stab...you're gonna be fine-!" he whispered, cupping her cheek. y/n nodded, sighing. schlatt gently picked her up, quickly carrying her down the stairs and into the kitchen, then setting her down on the table.

"you're sweater-" she frowned, seeing the blood staining it- and her hands- and her thighs.

"it's fine-" he chuckled, pulling it off of her, and beginning to wrap up her wound. he paused, thinking for a moment, "did you see...who it was...?" he mumbled, anger slightly rising. y/n shook her head, taking his hand in hers, he sighed, placing a kiss on her shoulder then letting her bury her face into his. and letting her let out small sobs as he kept gently, lovingly cleaning her up.