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The Nightmare

Jake Sully x Daughter!Reader

NOTE : This takes place before Kiri and Tuktirey, so the reader is Jake's youngest child and only daughter.

You let out a gasp as you sat up. Blinking your eyes, you frantically scanned your surroundings, still caught in the horrific state of your nightmare. However, as your eyes adjusted, you were met with a view of your family--your father, mother, and two older brothers.

The five of you had been sleeping in one giant pile, a comforting habit that you'd grown accustomed to. Your father, Jake, who was at the bottom of the pile, had a loose grip on Neteyam, who was sleeping at the top of the hammock, near his head. Your mother, Neytiri, held your other brother, Lo'ak, to her chest as she rested her head on Jake's chest. Jake's other arm was loosely wrapped around Neytiri and resting on your back.

After releasing another breath, you looked up. Though it was the middle of the night, the forest looked more alive than ever. You could hear the quiet chirps of nocturnal creatures that thrived alongside the glowing plants. You caught sight of a few fan lizards, gliding past your hammock, paying no mind to your sleeping family. Usually, you would find comfort in this view. However, still shaken from the horrors of your dream, you found yourself struggling to calm your breath.

"Mm." The low hum startled you, causing you to whip your head around to face your family. Jake stirred as his hand gently rubbed your back. When he felt the absence of your head on his chest, his eyes snapped open. You caught his gaze and relief filled his expression. However, it was quickly replaced with confusion and concern.

"Y/N?" he whispered, raising his hand from your back to cup your cheek, "Babygirl, what's wrong? Why're you up?"

You forced a small smile on your face. "Hi Daddy," you whispered, making an affectionate smile cross his face, "Um . . . no reason. I'll go back to sleep."

His confused frown returned as you scooted forward, preparing to lay back down on his chest. His free hand moved from cupping your cheek to cupping your chin.

"Woah, there. Hang on, baby," he said, keeping his voice at a whisper, "Let me get a look at you."

You allowed him to tilt your head up. As you met his gaze, once again, you watched as his eyes scanned your face. His gaze landed just below your eyes before his thumb reached up to wipe one of your cheeks.

His eyes softened. "Have you been crying?"

You hadn't noticed your wet cheeks before now. Reaching up, you felt your other cheek before looking down at your hand. After processing your wet fingertips, you sniffed before wiping the remaining wetness away.

"I'm okay, Daddy," you replied softly, "I hadn't realized."

"Did you have a bad dream?" he asked, never ceasing from rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

You swallowed thickly, lowering your head. Trying to keep your tears at bay, you squeezed your eyes shut before nodding.

"Mhm," you whimpered as the lump in your throat grew thicker.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed as he prepared to sit up. However, he stopped his motions as he realized Neytiri was laying on him.

Acting slowly, he gingerly removed his arm from around Neteyam before aiding himself with removing Neytiri's head from his chest. He padded her face with his palm as he placed her head on the hammock. Once free, he finally turned his attention back to you.

Opening his arms, he motioned for you to come to him. "C'mere, baby."

You shook your head, wiping your eyes. "I don't wanna be a crybaby, like Lo'ak said."

Jake chuckled softly before deciding to go over to you. As he scooted over, closing the distance between the two of you, you looked up at him. Looking down at you, he tilted his head as a tender smile pulled at his lips. He could still see you, as an infant, looking up at him as he cradled you to his chest. The adoring gaze of his baby girl hadn't changed.

He reached out before lifting you onto his lap. "You're not a crybaby, sweetheart. I promise," he began, "I want you to always come to me when something's wrong. You got that?"

You nodded, wiping your eyes again.

"Now," he continued softly, lifting you to a standing position before holding your waist, "You wanna tell me about this dream of yours?"

When you looked away, he tilted his head before cupping your cheek, turning your head to face him again. "Hm?"

"Sky people came," you whispered, leaning into Jake's hand, "and we had to fight. But we got separated and I couldn't find you, Daddy."

As your emotions began to bubble up, once again, Jake tsked sympathetically before pulling you close.

"I couldn't find you and I was all by myself--"

"Shhh, babygirl," he hushed you, cupping the back of your head, "It was only a dream. It's all just in your head."

Visions from the vivid dream plagued your mind, making you squeeze your eyes shut and hold your hands to your ears. As you began shaking all over, Jake tightened his grip on you and pulled you back down to his lap.

His paternal instincts strengthened as he felt your panic. "Hey, hey now, shhhh," he hushed you, eyeing you in concern as your breath grew shallow, "Hey, baby, it's alright. It's all alright."

Jake adjusted your position, trying to find the best way to hold you. He racked his brain for memories of your past breakdowns. What comforted you the most?

When no definite answers came, he decided to revert back to what he knew best--the first thing he ever did with you. Pulling you closer, he wrapped an arm behind your back before scooping his other arm beneath your knees. A minor gasp left your lips as you were pulled to his chest.

As he cradled you, comfort washed over your body as you were taken back to being an infant. Blinking up at him, your cries grew quieter as he began rocking you.

"Shhhhhh," he hushed you, smiling softly at your slightly startled expression.

As he rocked you, your cries turned to whimpers, and your whimpers turned to sniffles. Jake remained attentive, never taking his gaze off of his youngest kin.

"This is for babies, Daddy," you mumbled, feeling yourself growing tired.

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. "Who said you ever stopped being my baby?"

When your eyelids began to droop, you blinked rapidly, fighting to keep them open. Seeing this, Jake chuckled softly.

"Stop rocking me. You're making me tired again," you whispered, struggling to keep your eyes open.

Jake smiled softly, never ceasing his movements. "That's the idea."

"I don't," you began, yawning in the middle of your sentence, "I don't wanna go back . . . to sleep . . . another bad dream."

He silenced your quiet protests with a kiss on the forehead. "Just close your eyes, babygirl. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

In a final act of defiance, you put up one last fight keep your eyes open. Tilting his head, Jake slowed his rocking movements, intensifying the effects of lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids finally dropped closed and didn't open again. Jake smiled, leaning forward to place one more kiss on your forehead.

"Always my little baby girl, no matter how old you get."

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😂😂😂😂😭😭😭😭

im so sorry Gambit ma chere I miss you but also... my boy!!!!

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What did I miss🙋‍♀️😬

11 more days till i see his fine ahh again

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If I Love You Was A Promise

➪the one where james’ brother comes home just when things were falling into place.

Warnings: literally nobody is going to read this - pretty much self indulgent tbfh, spoilers for american heist 2014, swearing, mentions of killing, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, arguments, mentions of fighting, mentions of blood/wounds, toxic enviroment overall,

Word Count: 6k | Part 2 , Part 3

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

It was nearing nine when the sound of the front door unlocking was heard, and you smiled to yourself when you heard the heavy footsteps of James as he entered the house.

This was your favorite part of the day, when he comes home and spends the rest of his night with you.

You hear the sound of the door being locked again as you called out, “Hey, I missed you,”

James unbuttons his work shirt and tosses it over the back of one of the chairs. The house was small, so he was standing behind you within three strides and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Missed you,”

You grin and tilt your head to the side when he leaned down to press his lips to your neck. “I’m making your favorite,” you say and feel him hum against your shoulder. “And you smell like motor oil.”

James laughed and lifted his head, his lips pressing to your temple as he mumbled, “Sorry. You get used to that smell once you’ve been around it as long as I have,”

You shrug as he steps away. “I don’t mind it,” you say and watch as he lifts his white undershirt over his head, exposing his toned chest and abs. “You’re sexy, so you get a pass.”

“Thanks, baby,” he grinned at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek before wandering off towards the bathroom.

“You’ve got five minutes until dinner will be ready, so don’t be too long,” you call after him as you stir the ground beef around in the pan. “We both know how grumpy you get when it comes to cold food.”

He calls back a muffled, “Alright,” and you were left smiling to yourself as you got out the fillings for tacos.

Fifteen minutes later James was sitting on the same chair he tossed his shirt on, and you were perched on his lap like it was your throne, and it kind of was. You lean back against him as you bring the perfectly wrapped taco up to his lips, your palm catching the bits of filling that fell from the wrap.

You pop them into your mouth and wrap your arm around his shoulders as you settle against him. “Did you have a good day?” You ask once you finished chewing, setting the half eaten taco down on the plate so you could wrap your other arm around him.

“It was alright,” James answered and wrapped his own arms around your middle. “Heard back from the bank people.”

You perk up at that. “You did? What did they say?” You ask. “Did they agree to loan you the money?”

James can’t look you in the eye when he mumbles, “No,” as he felt embarrassed that he couldn’t come up with the amount of money he needed to start his own repair business.

He was also embarrassed that he was barely making enough money to get the two of you by. No matter how much overtime he put in at Lewis’ Auto, no matter how many hours he worked, he still found himself scavenging for funds. He was embarrassed beyond words at his current financial situation, but you made it all seem better somehow.

James knew you didn’t care how much, or how little, he made. You weren’t with him for his money, as you made a pretty cent from your own job as an assistant manager at a popular restaurant in town. New Orleans held some pretty low quality restaurants and pubs, and you got lucky to be hired at one of the nicer ones.

James wasn’t a fan of where he lived and didn’t like the idea of you working near the run down locations by your shared home, so to know you were in the safer part of town for the most part of your day was reassuring, to say the least.

Despite the unfortunate news that his offer had been rejected by yet another bank, you just sat up a bit straighter and reached up to flatten out his still damp hair. “That’s okay,” you assure him. “We’ll figure something else out.”

Of course, you were disappointed, because you are his number one supporter when it comes to his dream of starting his own business, but you also knew how tough it can be to catch a break when someone has a past like James’.

You had never and will never judge him for what he did in the years before he met you, but you also understood why he was having such a hard time finding someone who was willing to lend him the starting fund he needed to begin his business.

“Yeah?” He asked as he moved his hands so they were resting on your hips.

“Yes,” you nod and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “J Kelly Auto will happen eventually.”

“I love you,” he can’t help but say. “You know that? I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“I love you, too,” you say back. “And that’s all that matters.”

James gives you a grateful smile and nod before asking, “How was your day?”

You shrug. “It was fine. I got a decent amount of tips, one elderly couple gave me a thirty dollar tip, can you believe that?” You ask and watch as he shakes his head at you. “Thirty dollars, and all because I said that they reminded me of us. I told the man that he was like an older version of my boyfriend, and then he gave me three tens when he came up to the counter to pay.”

“Wow,” James hummed, running his nose along the edge of your jaw. “I hope I can spare thirty bucks when I’m his age. How old did you say he was?”

“I don’t know, I’d guess he’s in his late seventies,”

James let out a low whistle. “I have just over forty years to save up enough money so I can give out thirty dollar tips to cute managers,”

You roll your eyes and reach over to pick up the small bits of ground beef that were left on the plate, sprinkling the crumbs into your mouth before correcting him, “Assistant manager,” you mumble as your hand traces over the tattoo on his arm, the simple font displaying your birth year. He had gotten the tattoo for you about seven months into your relationship, and for the past three years, it quickly had become one of your favorite pieces of artwork that adorned his body.

He shakes his head again and hugs you tighter against him. “Same difference,”

“Oh, I meant to tell you earlier,” you begin and sit up, wiping the excess crumbs from off your hand. “My car is making a weird noise whenever I turn left. I noticed it this morning after you went to work, and I was going to stop by Lewis’ but I was running late.”

James nods and runs his hands up your back. “Okay, I’ll take a look at it before I leave tomorrow,” he offers. “Maybe I’ll take your car to work with me and you can use mine while I fix yours.”

You give him a look of surprise. “Really? You’d let me drive the Duster?”

He nods, closing his eyes as he brushes his nose against yours. “You’d be surprised at the things I’d let you get away with, baby,”

You hum softly, moving your body so you are straddling him. “I guess that makes me the lucky one,” you mumble before leaning in and connecting your lips in a searing kiss.

The sight you were met with when you returned home from work the next day was one you weren’t expecting. After parking James’ beloved Duster on the side of the road next to the house, you find the door unlocked as you enter the house and shrug off your jacket.

James was sitting at the piano, and you took notice of how dark it was in the house, with the only light source coming from the lamp in the kitchen. “Hey, Jamie,” you quietly greet him as you place your jacket on the back of the chair. “The chef made too many servings of cannelloni tonight, and guess who got to take the leftovers home?”

You knew James loved it when you cooked him homemade food, but you also knew you weren’t as skilled in the kitchen as the staff at the restaurant, so there was a handful of food you weren’t able to make yourself. Cannelloni was one of them, and they were also one of his favorite items on the menu, so you expected he would be happy to hear you got to bring some home.

He was sitting at the piano but wasn’t playing anything. In fact, his hands were placed in his lap, and when he turned his head to look up at you, the state of his face had you stepping back with a gasp.

“Jesus, James,” you say in shock, blindly reaching behind you to flip the lightswitch. With the lights now on, you had a clear view of his face and the damage that had been done to it. The skin around his right eye was a light shade of red, and you could see a bruise starting to form. His lower lip had a small cut on it as well, and there was a bit of dried blood still on his chin. “What the hell happened?”

“I fixed your car,” he said. You step towards him again and gently grip his face, turning it so the light was shining directly on him. As you examine his injuries, you take his hand in yours, and it was then when you saw that his knuckles were bruised as well. “Frankie’s back home.” Was all he had to say and you felt your shoulders tense up.

His brother was let out of jail? That in itself was surprising, but not nearly as shocking as the fact that he only had to spend ten years behind bars for killing a cop. James served sixteen months, so you guess you had Frankie to thank for taking the majority of the blame and keeping his little brother out of jail for a decade. If he hadn’t, you would’ve never met him, so you were somewhat thankful for the man, despite only knowing him through James’ stories of him.

“Is that a good thing?” You ask, fearing you already knew the answer, if his face was anything to go by.

“It’s never a good thing with him,”

He could say that again.

You press your lips into a thin line before walking over to the small freezer and rummaging around in it. “Yeah, I guess not,” you mutter and make your way back over to him with a bag of frozen veggies in your hand. “I’m guessing he did this to your face?”

His silence was the only answer you needed, and you sighed as you gently placed the bag against the sore skin around his eye.

“You know, the more I learn about this guy, the less I want to meet him,” you say under your breath and watch him wince at the cold feeling against his face.

“I can’t say I actually want you to meet him,” he replied. “I mean, he’s my brother, but I haven’t seen him in ten years. I know I’m not the same person I was a decade ago, but something tells me he didn’t change at all.”

You nod in agreement. “No, you’re not the same person,” you press a kiss to the top of his head as he wraps his arms around your middle. You stood between his legs as he sat at the piano bench, your fingers gently massaging his scalp. “But, you know, maybe I should go and meet this guy, hear what his excuse is for hitting your pretty face.”

James, like you hoped, laughed at that and rested the other side of his face against your stomach. “I’m keeping you as far away from him as I can,” he says and you can’t help but smile at his protectiveness over you. “I don’t need him fucking up what we’ve worked for these past three years. I won’t let him.”

You lean down and press a kiss to the top of his head. “I know, and he won’t, because in case you haven’t noticed; I’m with you. Through everything, I’m on your side,” you promise. “As long as you don’t shut me out, I’m all in.”

James lifted his head and gave you the most grateful look you had ever seen, before standing up and dropping the frozen bag onto the bench. His hands find home on your hips and he dips down to press his lips to yours, ignoring the slight sting that shot through his cut.

You rest your hands on his chest as he deepens the kiss, letting his mouth tell you all the words he couldn’t form in that moment. He was frustrated and pissed off about Frankie’s sudden return, and even more agitated that Frankie hadn’t even been out of jail for more than a day before he was already trying to rope him back into that lifestyle he no longer wanted any part in.

He had already made a mess of his face, and to make matters worse, James had a meeting with the bank tomorrow to see if he could talk his way into receiving a loan to get him started on his business. While he didn’t regret getting his tattoos, some of them were questionable, and he was already planning to wear long sleeves to cover them up, but now he’d have to show up with a busted lip and the start of a black eye.

You’re the first to pull away, but you keep your forehead pressed to his as you say, “Promise me that you won’t let him ruin what you’ve been working so hard for,” you plead. “You’ve been through too much to let it all go to waste.”

James keeps his eyes closed as he mumbles, “I promise,”

“And if things go wrong or get out of hand or whatever, please,” you start, pulling away so you could look into his eyes. “Don’t shut me out or push me away because you think I can’t handle it or something. I need you to be honest with me, always.”

James reaches up to caress the sides of your face as he nods and steps closer to you. “I promise,” he murmurs again and leans back down to kiss you. “I won’t let Frankie fuck this up for us. Not now and not ever.”

His words were spoken between kisses and you let him coax your worried thoughts out of your head as he backed you towards the bed. When the backs of your knees hit the edge, you fall onto the bed and gently grip James’ biceps as he crawls on top of you.

He made you promise after promise as his lips traced over every inch of your body, and he reassured you for hours on end. While you were still nervous to know that Frankie was a free man now, James was really good at easing your mind and making you believe you had nothing to worry about.

So, as he held you in his arms later that night, feeding you bites of the now cold cannelloni, you let your mind believe that Frankie was simply just his brother and not a convicted and selfish murderer.

James had a hard time getting out of bed the following morning, but he forced himself to get up and dress himself in his best clothing, hoping to impress the bank teller during his interview he had in about an hour.

He was nervous, but the quick kiss you gave him and your words of, “Good luck today, you’ll do great. Call me when it’s over, I love you,” was all he needed to feel ready enough to give it his best.

Once you had left to go to work, he was on his own as he drove to the bank and tried to talk the teller into agreeing on a loan. He wasn’t sure why he thought this time would be different, but something about your hopeful voice and the need to please you had him believing he actually had a chance.

He left the bank, tugging off his tie as he clicked on your contact. He knew your schedule pretty well now, and he knew you were on your break, so he wasn’t surprised that you picked up after only two rings. “Hi, Jamie!” Your cheerful voice had him squeezing his eyes shut as he sat down on the stairs that led up to the bank doors. “How did it go?”

James rubbed his forehead and sighed, dreading having to tell you the embarrassing news that he had been turned down yet again. “It went well,” he answered honestly. The interview did actually go pretty decently, but in the end, he just wasn’t good enough.

And somehow you knew that, “But?” You drag the word out and he can hear you fumble around with something on the other end of the line.

“But,” he started and looked up at the passing cars. “‘They don’t make small business loans anymore.’ Whatever the fuck that means.”

In the break room at the restaurant, you bit down on your bottom lip as you looked over the schedule for the day. “I’m sorry, James, that really sucks,” you weren’t sure how to comfort him without being there with him in person. “Hey, don’t worry about it, someone else will loan you the money, it just takes time.”

Unbeknownst to you, just the sound of your voice brought him a large amount of comfort, and he already felt his mood lifting the longer you spoke to him.

“I’m off early today, Mikey is the supervisor for the next few days,” you explain and James smiled to himself, already knowing where this was heading. “Why don’t I meet you at the bar in a few hours? We can get drunk together and forget about the stupid person who wouldn’t know what a good investment is if it punched them square in the face.”

He laughed and bunched his tie up in his fist. “That sounds good to me, baby,”

“Great,” he could hear the grin in your voice. “Give me, like, three hours, then I’ll be off.”

James nodded even though you couldn’t see him. “Okay,”

“Okay,” he hears someone calling you, and he knew you had to wrap up the call soon. “Okay, well I gotta get back to work, but thank you for calling me. And I mean it, that investor doesn’t know how good they could’ve had it.”

He smiled again at that. “Thanks, sweet girl,”

“I love you, James,” you say softly. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon,” he says back. “I love you, too.”

He waits until you end the call before standing up from the stairs, stuffing his phone in his pocket and making his way to his car.

When James parked outside the bar and made his way inside, the last thing he expected to see was his brother sitting on the stool, clearly on his second or third drink.

He guessed he’d have to get used to the sight since Frankie was a free man now, and was never one to turn down cheap drinks at a lesser known bar.

James sighed and made his way over to the man, letting his brother pull him onto the stool next to his and wrap his arm around him. “Yo, I can’t believe this place is still in business, man,” he slurs and gives James a half-assed hand shake. “Yo, let me get another Jamison’s. Two, for me and my brother.”

Yeah, Frankie had definitely had more than one drink so far, if his unsteady stance was anything to go by.

“My brother,” Frankie mumbles, sitting down again. “How you been, Jimmy?”

“It’s James now, alright? People don’t call me Jimmy no more,”

Frankie tilts his head at that. “No?” He asks, not giving him a chance to respond before he continues, “Okay, James. You all grown up now?”

James shook his head, his expression unimpressed as he asked, “What are you doing here, Frankie?”

His brother sighs and rests a hand on his shoulder, giving him a soft shove as he says, “Look, I know you’re upset, alright? You got a right to be,” he began, and James was already done with this conversation. “It’s just… I figured after all this time, you know?”

“Yeah? What’d you figure, Frankie?” James muttered, wanting to call you and ask for you to just pick up beer and take it back to the house so he could avoid you having to meet his brother. “What’d you figure? You’d come back and what?”

Frankie lit a cigarette and avoided the question.

“I went to jail, Frankie,”

He was met with a glare. “Bro, you got off easy with sixteen months. I did ten years,”

“Yeah? And whose fault was that?”

“Mine. It was mine, Jimmy,” Frankie had already gone back to using his past name, but James didn’t bother to correct him. “Every day I was in there, every fucking day, Jimmy, I thought about you.”

James wished he could be comforted by that, but now he just felt on edge. His brother was bad news, and he was quickly realizing that his release might not have been a good thing after all.

“I’m sorry, man. I want to make amends,”

“It’s not so easy, Frankie,”

“I know, I know,” his older brother grunts, reaching over to tug at the hair on James’ neck. “I’m so proud of you, Jimmy, really, I am.”

James shook his head as he watched the bartender pop the caps off the beer.

“I’m proud of you, Jimmy,” Frankie said again. “You’re a fucking good looking kid, man. I mean, I don’t know who mom fucked, but you lucked out.”

That actually had James laughing as he looked over at his brother, his eyes tired and guarded.

Frankie took a drag from the cigarette. “You know how much I bragged about you? Everyone in D block knows about how you blew up all that stuff, man,” he continued, “You know what kind of street cred I got for having a brother who knows how to blow shit up, man?”

James sighed again at that, wanting to forget that part of his life. “Yeah, well, the world forgets fast, Frankie,”

“So we’ll make ‘em remember,” he puts out the cigarette on the surface of the bar. “I got a solution.”

“You’ve got a solution?” James felt a sense of dread enter his body at that. He promised you he wouldn’t let his brother drag him back down to the person he once was, and he wasn’t about to break that promise. “Frankie, I’ve changed, alright?”

“Jimmy, I’ve changed,”

He found that hard to believe. “You’ve changed?”

“Yeah, I’ve done a lot of soul searching, really,” Frankie insisted. “I’m, like, Buddha and shit.”

Another laugh escaped James, and these were the kinds of conversations he missed during the last ten years. Just two guys being brothers and talking about the most random things, that was how he wanted to remember Frankie. That was the only thing he wanted to bring back from his past.

“Believe me, I’ve had time to think, okay?”

James took the bottle that was being held out to him and grasped it with one hand, the cool glass calming down his hot skin. “Yeah, me too,” he said. “All that shit we did, I can’t go back to that. I’ve got a girl now, I’ve got a life. I made promises that I intend on keeping, man.”

Frankie looked surprised at that as he leaned away and rested his elbows on the bar. “A girl, huh?” He asked, bringing the bottle of beer up to his lips. “You been with her long?”

“Yeah, three years, man,” James answered, feeling a bit panicked that you would have to actually meet his brother now. He was really regretting not calling you and taking the party back home before you even got here. “She’s great and she means a lot to me, alright? She’ll be here any minute and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t give her a hard time.”

Frankie scoffed. “Why would I give her a hard time? She makes my little bro happy! I can’t wait to meet her,” he came off sounding more sarcastic than genuine.

James opened his mouth to plead with his brother, but the feeling of arm wrapping around his shoulders had him biting his tongue. “Hi, Jamie,” came your sweet voice, and he knew it was you by just your touch.

He turned to you, his arm instantly wrapping around your waist as he tried to shield your body with his own. “Hi, baby,”

You look around him and narrow your eyes at the man smirking at you. “Who’s this?” But you had a feeling you already knew the answer.

The man, who had more tattoos than James did, reached his arm over and held his hand out to you. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Frankie, I’m his brother,”

You hesitantly use your free hand to shake his, a nervous smile on your lips when you catch sight of his bruised knuckles. They were bruised because he had decided to re-enter his brother’s life by swinging his fist at him, and the thought had you pulling your hand away after a quick shake. “Y/n,” you say sharply, inching closer to your boyfriend and placing your hand on his thigh. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your words go straight to the older man’s head, and he nudges James with a sly grin. “Yeah, have you? You been bragging about me, too, Jimmy?”

James shakes his head, hating that he had put you in this unbelievably awkward situation. You looked like you wanted to leave, and he had no problem leaving with you, but he also knew you didn’t want to be rude to his family member. You were nice like that, and he adored you for it, but this was one situation he would’ve preferred your bratty side to come out and whisk him back home.

“I wouldn’t call it bragging,” you answer for him, furrowing your brows at his brother. “I hear you’re the one who marked his face up the day before his interview. Kind of fucked up, no?”

Frankie only half listened to you and turned to James with a surprised expression. “An interview? For what?”

James shrugged, not wanting to tell him what the interview was regarding. The last thing he needed was for him to know that he was hoping to start his own Auto business within the next couple of months. “I told you, man, I’ve changed,”

“I can see that,” Frankie gave his shoulder a quick squeeze. “My brother.”

You were beginning to feel overwhelmed, and James knew it as he could feel your body tense up in his arms. He turns to you, protectively hiding your body from the eyes of his brother. “How was the rest of your shift?”

Appreciating the fact that he was trying to change the subject, as well as keep your mind off everything, you let yourself relax against the side of his body as his hands smoothed out your work shirt, complete with the logo of the restaurant sewed onto the right side of the chest area. “It was fine,” you answer quietly. “Missed you.”

James leaned in and allowed you to close the remaining distance for a brief kiss. “Missed you,”

He ordered you a beer after that, and you did your best to keep your interactions with Frankie to a minimum. Seeing as James was sitting between you two, that wasn’t too hard to do.

Until he decided he wanted to learn more about the girl who had taken over his little brother’s heart. “So, Y/n,” he began, leaning on the bar so he could look around James and at you. “What are you, a waitress, or something?”

He tips his beer bottle in the direction of the logo on your shirt. While you somewhat appreciated his interest in getting to know you, the mocking tone he used wasn’t taken well by James. “She’s the assistant manager,” he answers for you, and you were glad you didn’t have to speak to the man more than you already have. “That place would go to shit without her.”

You roll your eyes and gently slap his shoulder. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say that,” you shrug and take a drink from your beer. “I just put in more hours than most people there and I guess that’s enough to impress my boss.”

James hated when you didn’t hype yourself up and flaunt your accomplishments, but he also knew why you usually kept quiet about those things. You weren’t one to brag, and you preferred to celebrate your successes behind closed doors with him. Still, he wished you could see just how important you are and felt confident enough to share your success.

James couldn’t help but do all the bragging for you, and maybe it was because it was still lost on him how a guy like himself could ever end up with a girl like you. “She’s being modest, man,”

Frankie cocked his head and raised one brow as he asked, “Yeah? Assistant manager, huh? That’s great,”

You gave him a forced smile, and you were thankful when your phone went off from its place inside your jean pocket. Grabbing it, you see it’s a call from the restaurant and you lean over, making James lean towards you as well out of habit. “It’s work,” you tell him. “I’ll be right back.”

He nods and you leave the bar after pressing a lingering kiss to his lips.

Not even a minute after you had excused yourself, Frankie was grabbing James’ attention again. “You’ve found yourself a good one, huh, Jimmy?” He teased and finished his third beer. “She’s great, really. Easy on the eyes, too, man.”

James glared at him, his fingers wrapping tighter around his own beer bottle. “Don’t,”

Frankie held his hands up in self defense. “Hey, bro, I’m just saying,” he says. “She’s a looker.”

James opened his mouth to defend you, but turned when he felt your hand on his arm. “Hey, Jamie,” you begin, giving him a guilty look. “That was Mikey, he needs me to cover someone’s shift.”

He gives you a somewhat hidden look of disappointment and runs his left hand up your back, his tattoo he got for you on full display in the dim lighting.

“I’m sorry, I know we were supposed to get drunk together and forget about that stupid interviewer. If it helps, I was really looking forward to you taking me home later,” you say the last part directly next to his ear, so only he could hear it in the somewhat loud bar. “I’ll be home by ten at the latest, I promise.”

James, the understanding guy he had become, nods and pulls you a bit closer to say, “That’s fine, baby,” he then adds, “Are you okay to drive?”

He knew you were a bit of a lightweight, and he could hold his alcohol a lot better than you could (he had Frankie to thank for introducing him to it at a young age), so he was prepared to drive you back to the restaurant if you needed him to.

You just shook your head, not even having the chance to finish your beer before you had to leave. “Yeah, I’m good. Stay, hang out with your brother,” you give said brother a guarded look. “I’ll see you at home.”

“Okay,” James says and presses his lips to the side of your head in a quick kiss. “Be safe.”

“I always am,” you grin at him before quickly adding, “You too, please.”

You left shortly after that, bidding Frankie a quick goodbye before leaving the bar. “I like her,” he said and James scoffed, still wishing you hadn’t been given the chance to meet him. At least not yet. “She seems sweet, innocent.”

James finished his beer and turned to face his brother. “Enough, Frankie. Whatever you’re thinking about her, get it out of your head,” he muttered. “I’m trying to marry her, start a life together.”

Frankie leaned back on the stool. “Marry? Fuck, man, I didn’t realize it was that serious,” he said under his breath. “Look, just give the broad moms old ring and call it a day.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” James sat up straighter and narrowed his eyes. “I mean it. And moms ring is worthless compared to her. A cheap and ugly band that had no business leaving her finger. We should’ve buried her with it.”

“Hey, I had no part in that. I was locked up when she kicked the bucket, remember? Taking that thing off her finger wasn’t my idea,” Frankie muttered. A moment of silence passed before he got that look in his eye. “About before; I’m gonna make things right. You need money? To buy your girl a ring? I know two guys, good guys, alright, Jimmy? They really looked out for me in the joint.”

James hummed, already feeling on edge again now that he was alone with his brother. He knew you brought him comfort whenever you were near him, but he never expected to feel like this around his own flesh and blood. He wished he went home when you left. “What about ‘em?”

“We all want the same things,” Frankie began, lighting up another cigarette. “To overcome the obstacles.”

James gave him a weary look. “Frankie, I’m not doing nothing shady,”

Frankie took a swig of his fourth beer. “Shady? You call real estate shady?”

A snort escapes James. “Real estate?” He laughed. “What, you get yourself a fucking real estate license when you were locked up?”

Frankie curses him out, “I ain’t trying to be a fucking agent, bro, I’m the boss. I call the shots, cash the checks,”

“In that cheap suit?”

“Fuck you, man,”

“Yeah, fuck you, too,”

A calmness passes by the brothers for a second or two. “I want to look out for you, man. Like the old days,” James didn’t have the heart to tell him that he would never go back to how he was in the old days again. “Me and you against the world, remember?”

“Its been ten years, Frankie,”

“So what? Let’s go flip some houses, bro,” for some reason, James was actually starting to believe the words his brother was saying, and he hoped that didn’t mean he was already beginning to slip back into his old ways. “Flip and fix.”

“And where are you getting the cash from?”

“An investor,” Frankie answers and that grabs his attention more than anything else he had said tonight. “I got an investor. He’ll take most of it at first, but it’ll be a good start.”

James let his mind wander.

An investor? That could be huge. He could start his business, buy you your ring, and get out of the house he barely called a home.

At the end of the day, Frankie was bad news, and James had a horrible feeling about all of this.

Still, would he really lead him down a bad road just a few days after he got out of jail? He really wanted to believe that his brother truly did change in the last ten years.

Before he could answer, Frankie was getting up. “Come on. I want you to meet my boys, they’re outside,”

#james kelly x reader

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daughterofthequeen · 5 days

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I swear I rewinded the first gif about 6 times the first time I watched this movie

he didn't have to be so hot in this scene but he was anyways

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daughterofthequeen · 5 days

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BUT #4 THO🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as JAMES KELLY

— American Heist (2014)

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main masterlist • din djarin masterlist

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A daring favor from Boba Fett sends you and your long-time business partner, Din Djarin, undercover together—as a married couple.

The two of you are tasked with attending a gathering of couples who represent some of the galaxy’s most dangerous crime syndicates, acting as ears for Boba Fett. When tensions begin to rise, phantom threats appear, and mysteries start to unravel, you and Din are left to determine what’s real from what’s not before your time runs out.

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pairing ➵ din djarin x fem!reader rating ➵ mature (18+) tags ➵ fake marriage, fluff & angst, hurt/comfort, eventual/mild smut, sexual references, injuries & blood, canon-typical violence

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CHAPTERS

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six*

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine*

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daughterofthequeen · 6 days

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Hi! so far I've loved everything you've written about Kurt, Logan and Remy. 🧎🏻‍♀️

Could you write something about Kurt? where together with reader they are in the kitchen of the mansion because they can't sleep, and she finally tells him her concerns about the magnitude of her powers and Kurt with his heart of gold tells her beautiful things to calm her down and make her laugh, the rest to your imagination, I would appreciate it, you write great! Thanks 💙✨

SFW! Nightcrawler/Fem!Reader

Ok so I will admit that I made this a leeetle self indulgent. I was trying to think of a power someone could really struggle with and a fun one that I thought of was having necromancy, but having such respect for life and death that it feels wrong. I thought it would fit well with a Kurt fic because it's something that almost feels sacrilegious, and it's good to have a fuzzy blue elf assure you that you aren't a monster :) I know its def not power ambiguous, but I hope this is okay :)

Also, I know my writing style is a little different in this one, And thats because the first few paragraphs set the tone for my writing when I start and tbh I think this one just flowed from my soul to they keyboard.

TWs: nightmares, necromancy, gross descriptions of rotting flesh. Extreme self-doubt and self-consciousness. Basically angst with a happy ending.

You’ve been having nightmares again. They hardly seem to stop, but after a break in between the terror, you'd become too relaxed. Too comfortable. You felt defenseless when they started to begin again.

It’s always the same dream, different font. Bones cracking, flesh ripping as it’s forced into place, natural or not. Skin rotting off of once human bodies, sockets where eyes used to be. It was horrifying. You’d see your family, friends, acquaintances, everyone. Dead. Brought back to life by your power, the power you were still so afraid of. You were always afraid of zombie movies as a kid. Anything rising from the dead, anything breathed back to life in some sick and twisted fantasy. It was ironic that your very own strength was the thing you had always been the most afraid of.

Of course, as you aged and the professor took you in, the fear began to wear off. Mostly, it did. The professor not only taught you how to control your powers but also how to work around your fear. You can remember the confusion you felt when he had set a box of ancient bones in front of you. Fragments of titans, dinosaurs who had long since passed. Bones that would never be matched to an accurate set, parts of them being crushed to dust by the cruelty of time. Bones that only you could breathe to life, to bring them together as a whole again. It was convenient, the professor had told you, that you only needed a fragment to do so. He spoke as if it were a service to them. Most importantly, he brought you a box of bones that weren’t, and never had been, human.

He had taken the fear out of your power. Given you an option you had never considered before. Bones without flesh, without living family. Fossils that would serve you as you were serving them. You were… happy, with that. You were content. You could handle bones. You could revive these ancient skeletons without fear, and fight with them without worry. That didn’t change the horror of knowing the capacity your powers had.

So the nightmares remained, and your sleep had become sparse.

This particular night you were restless. Unable to sleep despite how tired you have been, but it’s hard to rest when there is only terror waiting behind your eyelids. After a while, you decide to give up trying.

The path to the kitchen is one you have memorized, even in the dark. You’ve always been told never to eat sugar before bed, but the only thing you want to comfort you at this moment is hot chocolate- so screw it.

You try your best to be quiet while fishing out a pot out of the cabinets. The stove makes a click as you flick it on, filling the pot with milk before stirring it as it warms. The automatic task is comforting, falling into a routine you enjoy. You’ve just added the coco mix when the sound of a *Bamph* greets you.

“Guten abend.” Kurt whispers, walking over to stand beside you. You give him a tired smile that he returns with a yawn.

“I’m sorry if I woke you.” You say, face returning to a frown Kurt thinks you wear far too often. Maybe it’s good that he’s here because you realize you made far too much of the sweet drink than you had meant to. You get a mug for him, heart fluttering as his hand brushes your own when he takes it from you, thanking you quietly.

“You did not wake me, Schatz. I promise.” Kurt says, pulling out a chair for you with his tail as he sits at the table. You nod silently, placing the pot in the sink and filling it with water before you join him, leaning against his shoulder.

“Did you have another nightmare?” Kurt asks after a moment. His brows are furrowed in concern, and you fail to stop him before he takes a sip from the scalding coco, burning his tongue. He scrunches his nose as he sticks out his tongue, making you giggle for a moment. He thinks your laugh suits you much more than your frown, even if it happens to be at his expense. Your face falls slightly anyway, and he wonders if he could get you to laugh if he did it all over again.

“...No. Not tonight.” The words come out as less than a whisper, and you doubt he might hear it if it weren’t the middle of the night. Little did you know he’d block the world out if he had to, just to hear you speak a little clearer. He hums in response, and you feel his tail slowly wrap snugly around your waist, the very tip idly stroking you in a comforting manner.

“...Do you wish to speak about them?” Kurt asks after a moment. You huff slightly, feeling the hot steam from your mug warm your face as you do so. Still too hot, you think to yourself. Flashes of those horrid nightmares come to mind, and no matter how quickly you try to shake them off, they remain. You choose to think of Kurt instead. Sweet, kind, comforting Kurt. You want to bury yourself in his arms, sink into the feeling of his skin, and never let go, if only he would let you. He would without a second thought, if only you had known. You think carefully about your next words, and the visions of flesh and corpses hardly leave you.

“Am I a monster, Kurt?” You hear a quiet, cut-off gasp from Kurt, and he turns to you. His face is pained, and he sets his mug down to place his hand around your own, still clasped around the hot cocoa.

“Of course not. Only a fool would think so.” His words, although comforting, only leave you with a worse sting in your heart. You can’t hold eye contact with him, staring at the reflection in your mug instead. Only a fool would think so. You halfway wonder if you count as a fool, then.

“Liebling.” You let out a sob at the sound of his voice. Kurt is hunched over, pressing his forehead against your own as he desperately tries to catch your gaze- but you can’t. You can't bear it, and you close your eyes tightly. Kurt takes the mug from your hands. He cups your face as he wipes your tears, and you feel like even more of a monster as he does so. Sobbing as a man with a heart of gold wipes your tears away with love and care.

“I, just… My powers, what I do. What I am capable of doing. It’s not right.” You take a shaky breath in, desperately trying not to break down here and now. “It’s disgusting. It’s horrible. Every time I find myself comfortable with myself I am reminded of what is possible and I spiral. I don’t want it. I don’t-”

“Please, look at me,” Kurt whispers. You try to stop the tears, embarrassed as you fall apart in front of the man you hold so dearly, but it’s hard. It’s so hard. Your chest stings, your throat is sore, you’re sure your nose is running, and yet he still holds you so gently. When your breathing evens out just a bit, you convince yourself to open your eyes again.

Kurt’s gaze is simply concerned. There is no horror, no disgust, nothing but worry for you. Nothing but kindness. You wonder if you could be even half as good as he is.

“You are good. You are kind. You are strong enough to stand by your morals despite the nature of your powers telling you otherwise- and you have the strength to continue to use them and fight your fears anyway. You are one of the most incredible people I have ever met. Do not let your nightmares tell you otherwise.” Kurt’s hold is steady against your cheeks, and your own shaky hands reach up to hold onto his wrists. You sob again as he speaks. You know. You know this. Others have told you, but these words all felt like lies. All but the ones you’re hearing from his mouth. Your tears are slowing, and Kurt leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, leaving the skin tingling. You whisper quiet apologies for crying, and he shushes each one, gently wiping your face with the soft sleeve of his pajama shirt.

“I would not be here if I didn’t want to care for you, my love,” Kurt says softly. Your eyes widen, taken aback by his words. He called you many things. Liebling. Schatz. Love. But never my love. The words waken butterflies in your belly, and Kurt takes a moment to realize what he’s said. He swallows nervously, but he doesn’t pull away. You don’t either. The two of you are treading a line that you both desperately want to cross.

Kurt is the first to lean in. He does so slowly, toeing the line between you. His gaze remains on your own as he closes the space, nose nuzzling against your own as he gives you the time to back out if you wish. But you don’t. You want nothing more than to have what he is so freely giving.

Kurt kisses you softly, lovingly, and for once the horrors have quieted and are cleared from your mind. All there is now is Kurt, and his soft love. He kisses you a second time before he pulls away, still as close to you as he can be without falling out of his chair. You wonder how he can see beauty where all you see is terror. He wonders if you have any clue just how much of a good person you continue to be.

He knows he would gladly spend the rest of his life showing you.

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