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it-happened-one-fic · 3 months

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Nothing to Gain - Azul

Author Notes: I'm honestly not sure how I feel about this fic. Part of me really likes and another part of me.... Either way, I decided I might as well post it since I really didn't know what I wanted to post for this week. This fic was written while I listened to "Whataya Want From Me" by Adam Lambert which definitely affected the overall tone of this fic. As per usual, reader is gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-netural reader/ fluff/ some angst/ pining/ romance/ mentions of Octavinelle and Scarabia overblot so spoilers for those chapters

Word Count: 1820

There was something frightening about relying on others. It was something that Azul had noticed before and was the reason he preferred to surround himself with only the most reliable individuals.

He could rely on them, and they could rely on him.

But his overblot had shaken him to his core. He’d questioned even his most basic beliefs about himself, and, to be honest, he still wasn’t entirely sure what to think of the events of that day.

However, neither Jade nor Floyd had changed their opinions of him or abandoned him after that day, as he’d feared they would. Instead, they remained by his side, as they always did. But there was a benefit to being there. Even after his overblot, Azul was still housewarden and had a say in how the Octavinelle dorm was run.

There might be some cost, but the benefit was great enough that the twins stayed, and Azul was comfortable with that. He understood it.

What he didn’t understand was you.

You stood nothing to gain by being kind to him and supporting him. If you were a normal person, you would either attempt to blackmail him or avoid him. Only allowing enough interaction to show how much you detested him for what he’d put you through.

But you apparently weren’t a normal person. Because you stayed by him and helped him through the aftermath of the overblot.

Soothing the fleeing students whom he’d robbed of their spells and talents. Assuring them that all was well and such a thing wouldn’t occur again. Reminding them what a good, competent housewarden he was.

It hadn’t been easy, and it had taken you, Jade, Floyd, and Azul all working together to cover up everything that had happened and finally put his overblot to rest. And the entire time you were there, it made him nervous.

But at least after it was done, you would leave. That only made sense. There was no reason for you to stay past that point.

Azul had surmised that you must just be one of those people who liked to see their work done. Sort of like Jack, who’d been with you since the very start, even though he quite obviously had a distaste for both Azul and the tweels.

And, as expected, Jack left as soon as everything was settled. He had no further business with Octavinelle, and all was well on that front. But you didn’t leave.

Rather, you kept appearing in the very fringes of Azul’s vision. Smiling and offering a wave that was always returned by at least one of the tweels, as Azul found himself faltering.

Why were you still here? There was nothing to gain.

By the time winter break had come, he’d come up with a new plan and explanation for your strange behavior. You were always around because you wanted remuneration for your services. That made sense.

Having the tweels offer you a place to stay over winter break with an ever-benevolent warning about the fee was easy enough. An offer for your payment that wasn’t grounded in worry for the fact you were staying in the most run-down building on campus, no matter what Floyd said.

But you hadn’t accepted, and Azul was lost once more. You’d turned the offer down with a fond smile, joking that you didn’t want a bill like the one his offer would mean hanging over your head.

But that was that. Azul was sure he wouldn’t hear anything from you, at least until the next school year had begun. And by then, he would surely have figured out what it was that you wanted.

But he did hear from you. You’d quite literally crashed into the Mostro Lounge, landing in a heap on the ground. Covered in sand and trembling in fear as you’d looked up at the horde of angry Scarabia students that had come to collect you.

And Azul repaid you right then and there. He’d shielded you from those who’d sought you out and handled that matter promptly.

It wasn’t as if there had been no reward for his actions after all. He’d assured himself that this was all just to get information on how, exactly, you’d managed to upset the students of Scarabia.

And that had led to another debacle, not entirely unlike what had happened to him. Jamil’s overblot.

Despite what Jade and Floyd may have teasingly suggested, Azul knew he’d only assisted you to give himself an in to winning over Jamil. And as for you spending the night safely in Octavinelle under his and the tweels protection for free one night…. That was just another part of his plan. Nothing odd at all.

By the end of the winter break, he’d repaid you, now had a perfectly good excuse to seek Jamil out for conversation, and everything was as it should be.

Or rather, it should have been.

Some part of Azul had seemed to grow cold when he’d seen you run into Ace and Deuce’s arms just after the Scarabia overblot, though. Perfectly happy to leave him behind in favor of your two friends.

And now Azul was having to question himself. Why did that upset him? He’d wanted you gone and handled because there had been no reason for you to be around him. Your lingering had made no sense, and his moroseness was equally ridiculous.

…. Right? Azul wasn’t expecting much as the next term started. He was fully prepared to go back to the way things were. With you hardly ever noticing his presence, while he would do his very best to ignore yours.

But he didn’t have to ignore you. Because as soon as he saw you in the hallway, you were turning to look his way. A smile on your face and a hand raised in cheerful greeting.

And suddenly Azul was frightened. What did you want? Why did you seem so happy to see him when you had your friends right by your side?

There was no benefit to staying near him, and you had seen him at his weakest, lowest, and most vile. So shouldn’t you want to have nothing to do with him?

He’d overblotted and attacked not only you but your friends. There was no reason to look so happy in this instance.

In his confusion, Azul found himself walking towards you quickly. Stopping as you looked at him with a slightly startled expression.

“Angelfish, if we might talk,” He started before glancing at both of the young men who flanked you with confused expressions that matched yours, save the wariness in their eyes.

“Alone,” He finished a little more firmly than he’d intended, but if you noticed, you didn’t react.

Instead, you just nodded, a slightly uncertain smile appearing on your face as you responded, “Okay.”

You waved off your two obviously concerned friends and followed Azul without a single concern. Only confusion.

Like you really did trust him. Like you really weren’t concerned in the slightest by his reputation or the things you knew that he did.

As if his past actions didn’t bother you and you weren’t the slightest bit upset by how he’d attempted to shoo you away with paltry offerings.

And it frightened Azul. He didn’t know what you wanted, and he didn’t know what he wanted.

It was only once he was sure it was only the two of you that he turned to face you once more. Dropping any facade he had of confidence the very moment his eyes met yours.

“What do you want from me?” His voice quivered slightly, but he stood firm as you looked at him with utter confusion.

But then, as if you saw something in the depths of his pale blue eyes, your expression shifted to one of concern for him, and you stepped closer. Your voice dropping to a whisper that was perfectly filled with loving worry and that only made Azul feel more lost than he had before, “Azul? What do you mean?”

Azul had lived the entire first part of his life in the very deepest part of the ocean, but he knew that in this moment he was well beyond his depth.

Because suddenly all Azul could really think was that he didn’t want to let you down. Not when, as your simplistic question had just evidenced, you’d never been with him for any ulterior motive.

No, you stayed for a reason that Azul himself was only just now beginning to understand. You stayed because you cared for Azul, and that was enough.

And, looking back, Azul knew all those things he’d done in the past…. Offering you a room in Octavinelle for a fee only to waive that fee the very moment you’d appeared in front of him, frightened and covered in sand…. All of that had been him not wanting you to come to harm.

Because even after seeing him at his most shameful, you hadn’t judged him as weak, untalented, or anything less. Instead, you looked at him like he had just as much worth as anyone else here.

And you genuinely cared for him. In your own way, you’d been supporting him ever since then, as he leaned on you without even realizing it.

Knowing all of that now, it felt wrong to ask you what you wanted. Because was it really you that wanted something, or was it him?

You continued to look at him, worriedly searching his eyes for an answer as one of your hands reached up to cup his cheek, “Azul?” Your voice was so soft, and it nearly broke him as he realized exactly how wonderful you were and how it didn’t make any sense for you to be here with him when he was so perfectly broken.

But he inhaled, a smile working its way onto his face as he let his hand cover your own, “I’m sorry, Angelfish. I… Just don’t give up on me yet.”

Your eyes widened as his hand wrapped around yours and pulled it from his face before squeezing it lightly, “I’m having to work all of this out and…”

He trailed off, faltering as he searched for words, but you only smiled. Shaking your head slightly before you responded, “No, I understand. You need time, and what happened to you… It messed you up.”

Azul nodded, half-touched that you could still be so understanding despite the confusing circumstances he’d put you in, and half-disappointed in himself.

Because he could only hope that you would keep appearing in peripheral vision and helping him get through the difficult days.

And he would do his best. He was slowly coming to understand what it was to care for someone without a cost-benefit relationship. And even if he didn’t know exactly what he wanted from you, he would with time, and he would repay you tenfold for everything you’d given him.

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lazycats-stuff · 6 months

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Okay, so I want some angst, so could you do something with Bruce and batbro where reader is the newest member of the batfamily and also a vigilante. His backstory is really sad and never had a parental figure. So when he does something stupid on a mission with no regard of his own health, Bruce scolds and lectures him about it, so reader snaps and says something like “I don’t know why you care so much!” And Bruce reply’s back with something like “because I am your father.” But the reader isn’t having it, overwhelmed with his feelings, he yells something like “you are NOT my father and I’m sure as hell not your son!” And runs away After that. Honestly I’m not sure how to end this so maybe you could think of something 😅😭

Oh anon, it's going to end with fluff. You are going to get angst, but the end will be fluffy. I can't handle pure angst.

Summary: (Y/N) has no regards to his own health and Bruce reprimands him. (Y/N) lets his feelings be known.

Warnings: Angst and fluff essentially, minor cursing, (Y/N) is confused, mentions of injuries.

(Y/N) struggled badly with fitting in. Getting adopted by Bruce Wayne wasn't in his life plans. (Y/N) was fine on the streets. He educated himself in the library and he didn't need to go to school. Well, prison according to (Y/N)'s words. He didn't see a point in sitting in a classroom for hours on end.

And what was he going to learn there? He knows the basics of mathematics and he knows how to read and how to write. What more do you need in life? Equations?

Not in (Y/N)'s eyes.

It happened by pure accident. He was looking for his friend, hearing that he might have been in danger. Local gang was working through their neighborhood and he didn't like it.

He made sure to stay out of their way and he has advised his friends to do the same. However, people are not known to listen to directions and advices are they? The friend went missing and (Y/N) had to find him.

He didn't have many friends on the streets. It wasn't a bad thing, but you need to have some acquaintances. (Y/N) tried to be nice to everyone he came across, of course, he can't make everyone like him, but he tries.

He doesn't want any trouble. He just wants to get on his life easily.

During that fateful night, Batman and (Y/N) met one another for the first time. (Y/N) was shocked to find him here, but has guessed that he was just investigating. Bruce observed the boy for a moment before starting his interrogation.

He saw (Y/N)'s fear. His eyes widened, hands trembling at the sides. Not to mention the fact that (Y/N) was high on adrenaline. Bruce saw that he wasn't an enemy, just a scared kid. Bruce relaxed and asked (Y/N) some questions.

(Y/N) was stuttering as he answered Batman's questions. It was scary to see the Dark Knight in such proximity. (Y/N) knew that one wrong more will cause him to be maimed.

Of course, Batman wouldn't harm kids, but he is not really known to be patient for information so there was this inate fear that Batman might beat him up. (Y/N) doesn't have any type of medical insurance and...

But Batman was nice to him ever so gently asking him questions about the local gang that's moving in the neighborhood. He offered (Y/N) a position on an informant, but (Y/N) had to decline. Snitches get stiches and (Y/N) didn't want to die.

Bruce nodded at that statement. He understood. Nobody wants to be put in that type of situation. The stress, pressure... Bruce went home that night and he couldn't stop thinking about (Y/N). There was something about the kid that Bruce couldn't stop thinking about.

Maybe he sensed a lack of parental, more so a fatherly figure. Afterall, Bruce has a problem with adopting children and more so, taking strays in.

One night, he was taken to CPS and from there to an orphanage. He was shocked at how fast it has happened. From the cold streets to at least warm bed.

The kids there are not really something that he... Liked per say. Growing up on the streets, he didn't trust anyone, except one person, from whom he was now far away from. Unfortunately, he had no way of getting out, even after observing the pattern of how things to work around here.

Their patrols were good and chances of him escaping are slim. No, not slim, they are non existent. So he gave up after a while. He sat on his bed, reading a book from the library. Somehow (Y/N) ended up in a Wayne Orphanage and it had a library. Bruce Wayne is posh as hell.

(Y/N) looked from his book when he heard a knock on his door. It was Lisa who entered. She is a nice lady and (Y/N) liked her a lot. She understood him and she was never pushy with him.

" Hey (Y/N). There is a man here who wants to talk to you. " She said, all smiles. (Y/N) raised his brow in curiosity. He closed the book and put it aside, standing from the bed.

" What for? " (Y/N) asked as he followed Lisa through the halls. He wondered what it was. If it was GCPD, he won't talk. Again, he isn't a snitch.

" Oh don't worry, it's nothing really serious. Well- You know, you will see. " Lisa said, all smiles still.

" Oh no. " (Y/N) said quietly as they stopped at the director's office. She knocked before entering, letting (Y/N) go to the chair first then closed the door before sitting down herself.

(Y/N) turned his head and it was Bruce Wayne himself. What the hell?

" (Y/N), I have some good news for you. " The director started and (Y/N) felt nervous beyond belief now. And it had to involve Bruce Wayne somehow? Oh dear God.

" Bruce Wayne wants to adopt you. " The director said, clapping his hands. (Y/N)'s mouth dropped a little bit.

" What? " (Y/N) asked quietly, wondering what was happening. His mind couldn't even wrap itself around the concept of adoption.

" I know, it seems like a lot, but you are going to be adopted. " Director smiled and (Y/N) tried to say something, but couldn't.

" Now, you can go back to your room to pack up. " Director said and (Y/N) stood up, feeling like he could keel over at any point. Lisa went with him, seeing that he is very shocked. She saw that he didn't want to talk, but she was worried about him passing out on the way.

" Are you happy? " Lisa asked as they walked into (Y/N)'s room.

" I mean... " (Y/N) started talking as he took a sports bag. " I'm shocked. " (Y/N) whispered, packing his clothes. He took his personal stuff and put them in the bag.

" I know. But you have a chance to have a great life. " Lisa said, trying to help him out. (Y/N) sighed quietly as he packed up. He didn't have a lot either.

" I know. But still. " (Y/N) said, putting the bag on his shoulder. He looked back once more to see if he missed anything.

" Hey, if you ever need to talk, you can always talk to me. " Lisa said, giving him a quick hug before stepping aside to walk (Y/N) back to the office.

(Y/N) has never felt so nervous in his life. He only had his mother, but when she passed away, he ended up on the streets. Having a father figure now is something new to him. He didn't really don't know how to feel.

" Hey, don't worry. " Lisa said, putting a hand on his shoulder to bring him back from his head. (Y/N) nodded, but Lisa still knows that he never had a father figure. And fathers and mothers are very different parent types.

" He is aware of what you have been through. " Lisa tried to console him, but he didn't find any comfort in her words. He didn't like it at all.

It has been a year since he started living with Bruce Wayne and (Y/N) felt like he was out of place. The other kids are okay and they actually like him, but (Y/N) feels like he doesn't belong here. He is only used to mother like figures and connecting to Bruce in general is hard. To (Y/N) he looks like he is allergic to emotions.

Not to mention the fact that he is Batman and the others are Robins. He fainted when he found out and he was offered training to become a vigilante himself. (Y/N) thought about it for a long time.

It's a big commitment to become a vigilante. You need to keep your head calm and you yourself need to have the nerves to be patient. (Y/N) didn't think he could do it because there was so much anger inside of him.

It wasn't loud anger, no. It was quiet anger. It's a more dangerous type of anger and it's the one that eats you from the inside out. Not to mention, you need to be talkative, you need to talk through the comms and what not.

But (Y/N) didn't really enjoy it. He is an introverted person and he didn't really like to talk or go out somewhere and fight crime. But in the end, he thought about making a difference.

Will he make it though?

(Y/N) remembered every time he was out on the street. He stayed out of every ones way. Even though he had a great friend on the streets, he still never opened up to him fully. He has never bared his soul open for anyone to see.

He probably never will bare it to anyone. And one thing that made him think against being a vigilante was the fact that he can't really follow direction and orders.

But then again, maybe he is could make a difference. Batman can't eradicate crime, but he can give the city a boost and he has already given the criminals the fear. (Y/N) knew the fear very well. There was often a thought on his mind, whether or not Batman was watching.

But in the end, he decided to join. Bruce trained him and it felt weird to have some sort of guidance. And to have a support from a male figure is something... Nice and yet confusing beyond belief.

But he still couldn't quite wrap his mind around the fact that he had a father figure. And he felt some of the quiet anger disappear. It felt nice.

All of (Y/N)'s feelings boiled over when patrol went wrong. He disobeyed Bruce's direct orders. (Y/N) knew that he was in so much trouble, but the night has been so tiring and so exhausting. He got hurt, his body bruised and everything in him ached. He just wanted to take a cold shower and go to bed.

But that won't happen ever so easily.

(Y/N) walked off, not in the mood to listen to Bruce's lecture. It was just the two of them, since the others were busy with their own things. He didn't want to prolong this shit.

" (Y/N)! Stop right there! " Bruce yelled and Alfred turned his head. He knew that (Y/N) has put himself in danger by disobeying an order, but he couldn't stop his worry from showing on his face.

Oh no.

(Y/N) listened to Bruce, refusing to turn himself to face Bruce. He could feel anger rolling off of him in waves. He had to think of something that wouldn't result in him further angering Bruce.

" Turn around. " Bruce said, ever so calmly. (Y/N) knew that this is anything but calm. (Y/N) listened to the order, slowly turning.

Bruce's face was neutral, but (Y/N) saw anger in his eyes. Oh, he was in for a treat.

" You disobeyed a direct order! You could have died! " Bruce started and (Y/N) felt his fists clench. There was something building in his chest, something hot and heavy, settling near the heart.

" I had a plan! When I tell you to do something in the field, you listen to me! " Bruce kept on yelling and (Y/N) felt like he was going to keel over. He tried to unclench his fists, but he couldn't.

The anger had kept growing and growing.

" Why do you even care?! " (Y/N) yelled back, allowing the anger to take over. Bruce didn't even flinch at the yelling and he seemingly got louder.

" Because I'm your FATHER! " Bruce said, making sure to put importance on the word father. Something got triggered in (Y/N) and the thing that has settled near the heart exploded.

" YOU AREN'T MY FATHER AND I'M NOT YOUR SON! " (Y/N) yelled back with so much ferocity and so much anger that Bruce had to rear back a little bit.

The words stung a little bit and Bruce saw tears falling down (Y/N)'s face. (Y/N) took a deep breath before walking off up the surface and out of the cave. Bruce stood still and Alfred looked at one another.

" Well, I think he finally let it out. " Alfred said, trying to light up the mood, but it didn't work.

" Should I let him be for now? " Bruce wondered rubbing his face.

" Yes. He is at the moment angry and he needs to let it out. " Alfred said, rubbing the back of his neck.

While the two are having a discussion on what to do and how to approach (Y/N), the said boy ran to his room breaking down in the hall, just before entering. He fell down on his knees, sobbing quietly. He wiped his face before entering his dark room.

He quickly removed his suit before stepping into the shower. He showered with ice cold water to ease the pain of some bruises. He tried to calm down, but nothing worked. He changed into his pajamas and just crawled into bed.

He had no interest in staying awake anymore. But he couldn't go to sleep. Did he have to yell like that? Probably not. But those feelings are something that have been bubbling for a little over a year and if he kept them in for a while longer, it would eat him up completely.

But Bruce was very nice to him for the time (Y/N) has been here. (Y/N) closed his eyes as he tried to sleep, but he couldn't. His mom once said to never go to bed angry, but he was to stubborn too look for Bruce.

But it seems that fate would have it that Bruce seeks (Y/N) out first. Bruce entered the room quietly and (Y/N) was just still, pretending to be asleep. Bruce knows this trick very well, but he played along for (Y/N)'s sake.

Bruce sat on the edge of the bed, near his back. (Y/N) felt the bed dip and he remained still as possible.

" I know you think I don't care, but I do. You are my son no matter what and seeing you hurt on patrol made me feel scared. I shouldn't have yelled at you, but I was scared and angry at myself. " Bruce said and (Y/N) moved closer to Bruce, trying to find some comfort in his arms.

Bruce didn't say anything else as he embraced his son, who sobbed quietly in his embrace. Bruce knew that (Y/N) has never had a father figure in his life, but he didn't realize it was that bad.

Bruce would try to be better for (Y/N), but for now, the night is too fragile for something bigger. It was just enough for tonight.

#x male reader #dc x male reader #dc comics #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader #fluff #some angst #fluff and angst

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luvghostie · 2 years

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╰┈➤𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.ೃ࿐

{𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, + 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴}

*ೃ༄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄

• Millie is all about cuddling, even bringing the action up beforehand

•She'd love to brush your hair if you felt comfortable with it as she puts your consent above all else

•After brushing your hair she'd whisper sweet things in your ear:: "Doll, remember you're absolutely amazing." and "I don't know what I'd do without you."

•Millie and you would take turns being big spoon and little spoon. Most times though Millie takes the bigger role

•If anyone interrupted your time together Millie would no doubt throw something at their head

•Most times it hits them

•Millie would fall asleep holding you in her arms. She's a very sweet S/O and puts you before the likes of herself. If you cry she's there with tissues, if you don't eat she won't either, and if you feel angry she'll give you the space you need

•When you wake up in the morning breakfast is already prepared and on the nightstand

*ೃ༄𝐌𝐎𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐄

•Poor Moxxie wouldn't know what to do if you asked for cuddles

•He'd be more than happy to do so, however, the poor IMP would be shy

•Most times while cuddling you'll be a big spoon since I can't imagine Moxxie being that type

•"Y/N, do you think I'm useless?" he'd ask you while nuzzling into your neck. He constantly thought bad about himself and it made you upset

•"Of course not Mox," you'd say kissing his forehead. "I think you're far more than enough."

•Moxxie would eventually get used to the feeling of cuddling and embracing you. All his life he was constantly put down by others. Millie and you are the only two that cared enough to stand up for him.

•At times you might think he also likes Millie because of the bond they share. Regardless, that's not the case. Moxxie is very verbal about his attraction to you despite how others may see it.

*ೃ༄𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙Ø

•More than likely Blitz has had a bad/long day at work. So if you asked him to cuddle 100% of the time the answer is, "I would love to!"

•Blitz would wrap his tail around you subconsciously. He wants you close, his mind finding ways to make sure you won't up and leave

•You like to touch the white spots on him, outlining the various shapes

•Eventually, you get sad, remembering all those white spots are from him getting hurt

•"Y/N, that tickles" he'd say laughing in between the embrace you two shared

•Big spoon, little spoon, no spoon. Fuck Blitz didn't care he just wanted you to be there for him and love him for the way he is. Just as he loved you for you.

•Yes, he can be an ass at times but he has problems just like everyone else

•And you adore them

*ೃ༄ 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀

•"You want to cuddle... Me?" Loona would have a look of confusion on her face with red on her cheeks

•You may think she lost interest because of the way she acts but that's not the case my friend

•Definitely big spoon

•Loona would hold you against her fur not saying anything for a while. When she finally got the courage to speak she'd say, "ya know, you're the first person to make me feel like this."

•You must remember the remarks and insults she gives you most of the time are a form of love. Loona doesn't like to seem weak, especially in front of you

•More than likely if she catches you upset or down by something she said get ready for apologizes and love when you are alone

•"Hey, you know I didn't mean what I said right?" she whispered into your ear, never moving her position from beside you

*ೃ༄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒

•This man is touch starved so when you bring the idea up there's no turning back

•"Oh, my dear! Why didn't you say so sooner?!"

•Big spoon when he's happy and little spoon when he's sad (Stella more than likely being a bitch)

•Stolas would hold you so close that he could feel your heartbeat. In exchange, you could feel his blush practically spreading.

•"I love you so much Y/N, please never leave me." he would say in a somber voice. "Stolas, I don't want anyone else besides you." you'd remind the owl.

•Some nights you guys would fall asleep while a romance movie played in the background.

•But there are other nights you two get a little freaky if you catch my drift;)

•Honestly, you know many people are against Stolas but to you, there's no one else like him

*ೃ༄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐊𝐀

•Verosika is painting her nails when you ask for cuddles. When she hears you say the final word, a smirk would form on her lips

•"Aww, does my baby want loves?" she'd tease

•Verosika is the most dominant in the relationship taking the form of big spoon. Although, if she had a bad day or was feeling self-conscious you'd step in

•When cuddling she'd play with your hair, twisting it around her slim fingers

•Verosika would most definitely take photos of you and post them on her social media. The captions would be things like, "better than my ex" and "no one comes close to my beauty as they do."

•Self-confidence is important in your relationship. If you're down because of someone, Verosika wouldn't hesitate to beat a hoe.

•The girl would probably claw the shit out of them ngl

•"You're the cutest thing to walk hell!" she'd tell you, going back to looking through her gallery while you drifted off to sleep.

*ೃ༄𝐅𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈

•"Fizz, can we cuddle?" you'd ask the male

•He looked at you very confused, you two were basically cuddling already. "Y/N, I'm literally sitting on your lap... How much closer could I get?"

•This bitch is lowkey a little baby but would make sexual remarks while cuddling

•Little spoon for sure and he would never disagree with that

•When you guys do cuddle (him not sitting in your lap) you'd listen to his puns and jokes

•Fizz finds your stomach to be soft and the perfect place to lay his head. When he's not there the next place he'll lay is on you. His legs tossed over you, head resting on a pillow, and his hands holding yours firmly

•There's a good chance he'd force you to fall off the bed when sleeping because of the amount of room he hogs

#reqs open #ask me anything #headcanon #helluva boss #moxxie x reader #millie x reader #loona x reader #blitz x reader #stolas x reader #verosika x reader #fizzarolli x reader #gn reader #some angst

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esmiara · 10 months

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As promised, let me introduce you my two beloved BSD OCs:

Who are they?

Basically, Lewis and Antoine are two friends traveling around the world to discover exciting places while avoiding various government forces (more on that later). Though not related to the main story of BSD, they do know about organisations like Port Mafia and the Agency, mainly from what they heard in the streets and read in the newspapers since they arrived in Yokohama. However, they do prefer to not get anyone involved in their issues, nor do they really want to get involved in anyone else’s.

Lewis Carroll

Based on the author of Alice in Wonderland, Lewis was a man in his thirties with a fancy mind. As a child, he once had a wild imagination feeding his ability Wonderland (again, more on that later) but due to social and family pressure, he got forced upon a path of logic and perfection, now making it hard for him to think outside the box. Thus crushing his past self involuntarily and putting chains on his own mind in order to protect himself from outside complaints. As an adult, he became a plain math teacher for children, with a quite boring life. That is, until he met one certain child in London.

Their meeting

“Draw me a sheep.” said the unknown child out of the blue.

Lewis was stunned. He didn’t knew what to respond at first to this child, which he thought was one of his students. But when he put more thought on it, he didn’t looked like any child he had at the time. Who might have been this strange blond kid with unkept clothes? He decided to learn more about him, worried he may have lost his parents somewhere. However, as they talked, he quickly understood he didn’t had any. He simply didn’t knew about any “parents”. Actually, he didn’t knew much about the world itself either.

“Draw me a sheep!” repeated the child after a while of interrogative discussion about who he was, where he came from etc....

Lewis gently asked why such a demand, as he didn’t want to offend this possible lost orphan.

The boy fell silent. Then spoke again, a sad emptiness darkening his young blue eyes.

“I want a warm friend to bring with me” he simply responded.

Their exchange may have been succinct up to this point, but it was clear to Lewis that he was no normal child. As the boy seemingly didn’t have a name, Lewis gave him the name of one of his most beloved book’s author. The character of that one book simply reminded him of the boy.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

More based on the Little Prince’s main character than the actual author, Antoine was an enigmatic individual with the physical appearance of a young boy. Nobody knows of his real age, not even himself. However, most may have theorized that he at least was around for at least a few decades, if not centuries perhaps. One day found and caught by the french government in his - supposedly - hometown, he had no memories of his time before then, except for some vague fragments. He mostly remembered about this laboratory he was brought in, with a lonely room where he would occasionnally meet strangers dressed in white. Despite the many uncertainties surrounding him, Antoine was still of great interest for scientists. He didn't seemed to physically age at all. Could he hold the secret of cells regeneration or even immortality? They soon found out he did age but at a very slow pace, thus looking unchanged for many years.

Curious about this plausible new ability, they decided to make him meet a young girl, who would share his room from now on. This one girl was quite arrogant at first. Antoine didn't really like her attitude but she was the only other person he could befriend. So they did. They soon became friends. Then they learned more about the truth, may it be this girl's past, snatched from her orphanage to become a lab rat as well, or the whole reason why she was here with him in the first place.

It was all because of the young girl's ability. One that would let her copy another one and make it her own. They apparently wished to make a copy of test subject B612′s power in order to "save it” somewhere and be able to experiment on it without having to risk the boy’s life. But things didn't turned out like they wanted as the girl began to crumble under some unknown sickness. Her body couldn't handle Antoine's ability, so it seemed, and she quickly became unable to move. So she made a promise with Antoine:

“Be my eyes and explore the outer world, okay dumby?” she said, with little breath she had left.

A promise reminiscent of the one where they would explore and see the world together. One where he would do so if she couldn't follow, to make her dream come true even when she became a star.

Their abilities

Little prince

No one really knows the details about Antoine's ability. Everything we know for sure is that his body has a very long lifetime, yet not immortal. He is destined to die of aging one day and is still weak to any wound like anyone else. However, we did notice Antoine's body starts to produce a faint glow whenever he gets sick or when his life is in danger in general. Not that it really helps at all though.

Wonderland

Lewis' ability is a bit complex and confusing, much like Alice in Wonderland's whole world.

In theory, Wonderland is quite simple: it allows its bearer to create anything he thinks to be a nonsense, something that is normally impossible. It could be seen as an area surrounding the user, in which he can create anything he wants, as long as it meets the proper requirements (being a "nonsense").

However, as the whole definition of "nonsense" depends on the user's mind, one could have a hard time creating anything. As such, what could be a nonsense to someone isn't necessarily one for Lewis. He is still quite a peculiar man after all.

A strange man, but with many restrictions on his mind and imagination. As he was forced to think with logic for the most part of his life now, he can't stop asking himself about the specifics of one’s question. Where a visible nonsense would occur, Lewis' mind would subconsciously ponder over what could make it truly real or impossible. If he can't get proper answers to those questions, then it can't happen either.

The beginning of their adventures

As they became much closer as people who somehow understood each other, Lewis began to be more friendly with the child, rather than looking like a mere adult talking to a little one. He saw himself in his struggles. He saw a young mind, much like his own a long time ago, slowly getting crushed by adult's expectations and limiting his own thoughts. He couldn't let the same thing happen twice when they still had a choice. So he encouraged him to get creative and let free of his imagination, with no worries about exterior opinions.

One day however, they suddenly got caught off guard by militaries sent by the french government as well as some members of the Order of the Clocktower, there to retrieve the unknown child for their own purpose instead. It was at that time that Lewis was finally able to make use of his ability once more after so many years. Inspired by Antoine’s naturally spoken nonsense, he unleashed Wonderland in order to escape. This also put a permanent stop to Lewis’ normal way of life, as he now was as searched for as Antoine was. It was time for a involuntary trip around the world, it seemed. But this time, Antoine wasn’t alone anymore.

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd oc #bsd #bsd ocs #esmi ocs #bsd art #idk which tags to put at this point #long post #some angst #oc

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shreeader · 10 months

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I’ve Got You; Damian Wayne x Reader

Words: 1132

Pronouns: they/them

WARNINGS: blood, violence, hurt/comfort, some angst and then fluff

Summary: Reader is kidnapped and Damian comes to save them.

NOTE: Damian is aged up.

After what you could only assume was a couple of hours, a few guys came in. They were loud, rowdy, and presumably drunk. The light that they had brought in with them was painful to your eyes, which were used to the dark.

They’d beaten you. They did it again around what you assumed was the same time the next day. And the day after that.

The fourth day, they had finally given you a small cup of water and a small plate of food containing strawberries and sliced bread. The men laughed in such an annoying way as you scarfed down the food and downed the drink. One of the men, whose name had been mentioned to be Peter, took the paper plate and plastic cup from you when you finished.

You sat back and sighed, ready for the beating you were about to receive as you sat back against the stone walls. Yelling from outside of the room grabbed your attention, well as much as you could give in that scenario. The lack of sleep and the bloody that slowly seeps out of your wounds, through your torn clothing.

Metal hitting metal caught your hazy attention, and you could feel hope begin to swell in your gut. Gunshots started up as well and footsteps sounded throughout the hall outside of your room. You glanced at the men, who stared outside the door, weapons in their hands.

“Robin, let’s check down here.” The familiar voice of Red Hood made you tug on your restraints, especially at the mention of the younger hero.

Glancing at the men again, you noticed none of them were looking in your direction. You took in a shaky breath before yelling out. Eyes snapped in your direction and the men turned to you. One brought his knife down, catching the blade on your arm and slicing the skin.

A yelp left your lips as you curled away from him and then all you could hear was a body thump. Fighting took place in the background, and you peaked your eyes open to see Damian and Jason taking down the other men in the room.

Your eyelids felt heavy and your eyes stung with tears as you watched Jason knock out the last man. Damian's footsteps were quick, and he hurriedly got rid of your bonds before pulling you into his arms.

He stood up, and you could almost feel his arms, which were under your knees and around your torso, shaking. You could barely notice his eyes frantically darting around your face as he carefully followed Jason. “Damian.” You whispered quietly, voice hoarse.

Carefully, you lifted a hand up to his cheek, and he leaned into it with no hesitation. “I’ve got you.” His voice was gentle and had a small tremble. “I’ve got you.”

“I don’t think I can stay awake much longer.”

“No, you have to.”

“Dami, I can’t.”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, whispering, “You are not dying on my watch.” You gave him a weak smile as your eyes shut, the constant promising in your ears. “I’ve got you.”

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The lights behind your eyelids are dim, meaning they won’t blind you when you open them. Your hand was warm. Your body was warm and there was the slightest pressure against your shoulder. Fingers gripped your hand tightly and soft breathing was barely audible from next to you.

Damian.

You knew it was him. He wouldn’t have let his brothers grab your hand and only he could keep his breath that quiet while sleeping. Cracking an eye open, you looked at him.

His hair and clothes were a mess, but more so his hair. From what you could see, purplish-green took its place beneath his eyes, telling you that he most likely hadn’t slept in a while.

You frowned, feeling guilty for having worried him at all. You slowly lifted your other hand and gently ran it through his hair, stirring him from his sleep. “You’re awake.” He mumbled, voice deep from just waking up. He shoved his face further into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Dami.” You stopped running your hand through his hair and just rested it on the back of his head. “They showed up so suddenly and knocked me out from behind.”

With the hand that wasn’t holding yours, he moved it to rest on your stomach and carefully grabbed the fabric of the blanket laying on it. “I don’t blame you. If anything, I blame myself. I should’ve been able to get to you faster. I-”

“Damian,” you cut him off, “You shouldn’t blame yourself. You did your best to get to me as fast as possible. You know I love and I trust you. I knew you’d come for me, and I waited patiently.”

Your sleeve began to feel wet, which shocked you, especially when you saw his shoulders shake. “I was so scared I’d lose you.” You melted immediately, doing your best to turn on your side and pull him to your chest.

“I’m here, though. You saved me.” He let out a small, strangled noise from his throat at your quiet words.

He moved his arms to wrap around your body in a tight hug. “Marry me.” He pulled his face out of your chest and looked up at you, green eyes more prominent because of the tears.

Shock flowed through you as you stared down at him. Damian…asked you to marry him? “Are you being serious?” You turned hopeful and when he gave you a fierce nod, you sputtered out a quick response. “Yes.”

The door opened loudly and suddenly as the duo of Dick Grayson and Jason Todd pushed into the room. Damian was quick to shove his face into your chest to try and hide from his brothers.

“Look at little Damian being all sweet.” Dick teased, nudging Jason’s side, who nodded back at him.

You sighed, moving your hand from Damian’s head to rest it on his chest as the youngest Wayne glared at the two behind him. “Grayson, Todd, I will murder you both in your sleep if you don’t leave now.”

They glanced at each other, but with a small smile from you, they left. “My Damian.” You called his attention back to you, earning a soft smile.

“My (Y/n).” He mimicked your tone before leaning over and pressing his lips against yours.

#damian wayne #damian x reader #x reader #damian wayne x reader #hurt/comfort #some angst #light angst #some fluff #damian al ghul #gender neutral reader #gn reader #reader insert #batfam #dc comics #dceu #oneshot

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simping-for-joe · 4 months

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Cause Everything I want, is Everything that's Here

Leon Kennedy X Wife Reader

Leon returns home after a mission, thankful to return home to his wife and daughter.

(Title taken from the song “This is where I belong” by Bryan Adams)

A/N: Yes, the song is from the horse movie. I just listened to it again recently and literally couldn’t help but think of RE 6 Leon. Like the relief he feels to say he has a family and a home he can always return to and always feel love. Also, I’m a sucker for domestic Leon.

Leon sighs out softly as he walks off the helicopter, the bags under his eyes heavy. He doesn’t really pay attention to other agents around him. Just focused on getting out his gear, to head home. It’s been almost a month since he’s been home. He didn’t want to waste any more time waiting around here or even talking to anyone. Not even the president could get him to stay at the DSO headquarters for a moment longer. Hunngian promised him she’d handle anything, which he greatly appreciated. He just wanted to get to where he wished to be the most.

As he drives his car, he can clearly see the wedding ring on his finger reflect the street lights. A small smile forms on his lips, he can imagine your shock and surprise when he just shows up. It was one of the few reasons he didn’t always mind these long missions, and then he thought how excited and happy your daughter would be. How she’ll jump up and hug him tightly. He can’t fight the smile that forms on his face as he thinks about it. Finally, he pulls into the driveway with only one other car parked there. He gets out and he watches as his breath is visible in the cold air. Snow having fallen recently, there were remnants that the snow had been disturbed in the front yard. He smiles to himself as he notices two snow angels of different sizes. He walks the short path to the front door, pulling his keys from his jacket pocket. As he does he notices lights on in the house, he secretly hopes he isn’t too late for dinner.

“Baby, make sure your hands are clean.” You tell your daughter gently.

“Okay, mommy!” She calls and rushes back past you. Her blond hair is everywhere as she dashes by. She looked a lot like Leon and acted like him too. The only thing that didn’t look like him was her eyes, she had your eyes. You’re setting up the plates for dinner, putting down two plates. You feel some sadness at not being able to set a third plate. When you suddenly hear a squeal. You rush to see what is going on, to make sure your daughter is okay.

“Daddy!” You look to see Leon grab his daughter from the floor.

“My munchkin!” He calls out joyfully as he picks her up, her giggles never stopping.

“I missed you!” She says brightly as he holds her.

“Oh, I missed you too! More than you could ever imagine!” He blows air on her stomach making her laugh more. You’re practically frozen there as you look at Leon, his smile as bright as your daughter’s.

“Mommy look!” Your daughter calls as you finally start to walk closer. Leon puts your daughter down and is quiet for a moment before you hug him tightly.

“I missed you…” You say simply but so much more is said. Your arms are tight around him. So much you want to say but your daughter is here. I’m so glad you’re alive, I’m so happy you came back to me, I don’t ever want you to leave again.

“I know…” He replies softly hugging you back as tight as he can. His face buried in your neck and hair, taking in everything that is you. Small tears well up in your eyes but you quickly brush them away and smile.

“Come on… we were just getting ready to have dinner.” You tell him that with a bright smile, that reminds him. He’s home.

You quickly set another spot for him, and he listens with a smile as your daughter explains her day. Her feet kick under the table and her smile never fades as her dad is home.

You originally meant to make sundaes to distract your daughter from her father's absence, but now they were a celebration of his return home. Your own fond smile never leaves your lips even as your daughter gets ice cream all over her face. Leon only finds it amusing and kisses her cheek.

After cleaning up and making sure no one has any ice cream anywhere. You head to your daughter's room.

"Goodnight sweetie..." Leon kisses your daughter's forehead gently.

"Daddy... are you going to be here tomorrow..?" She asks in a tired tone, looking up at him. Some part of Leon's heart broke when his daughter asked him that question. You could see it in his blue eyes.

"There is nowhere I'd rather be... than here with you and your mom." He says softly. "Just know... even if I have to go, I'll always return..." Your daughter nods, to which she receives another kiss from Leon.

"Goodnight baby..." You add, tucking her in a bit tighter and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Love you..." You add on softly.

It's quiet for a moment in your shared bedroom. Before you hug Leon tightly again. As if you're floating in the sea, and he's your only life raft. Confirmation that he's here, and present. Leon not needing an explanation just hugs you back just as tight.

"I will always come home..." He assures you hugging you a bit tighter. Holding part of his entire world in his arms.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #no use of y/n #x reader #fanfic #x female reader #x wife reader #hurt/comfort #some angst #domestic fluff

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dreamywriter143 · 1 year

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Quiet Love

Genre: Miscommunication, Angst, Unrequited love, Romance, Misunderstandings, slow-burn, Fluff ending.

Warnings: None, other then Y/n and Lo’ak being completely obvious to each others feelings.

Parings: Lo’ak x Y/n (Reader)

Summary: Kiri and Y/n have been joined by the hip since their birth leading to a deep bond. It didn’t go unnoticed by Kiri how Y/n always seemed to get distracted by Lo’ak, her skxawng of a brother. But did he feel the same?

Word count: 7.2k (Sorry, please bare with me!)

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“What do you mean?” Y/n asks frantically, her voice wavering upon hearing the news Kiri relayed to her. Her legs felt like jelly under her best friend's stare, her heart beating erratically against her chest. Kiri held back her own tears, wrapping her arms around herself as if to hold herself together, as if to hold herself from falling apart.

After a close call with the RDA, when Lo’ak took his siblings and Spider to the old shack. It had been decided by Jake and Neytiri that they leave the clan. For the clans safety as well as their families safety. Y/n was originally upset that Lo’ak didn’t include her in his adventure, but all the anger and betrayal washed off as soon as Kiri told her their final verdict.

“They will announce Tarsem tomorrow. We’ll leave shortly after” she adds, walking across the tent to begin packing her own belongings. Y/n watches miserably, seeing how Kiri kept her eyes trained onto her mat, folding it up neatly.

“B-but…this is your home!” Y/n whispers, her tone laced with urgency.

She didn’t know what she was fighting for, the choice had already been made. And she knew it was for their safety, they were being hunted. But she couldn’t stop her pleas that slipped past her trembling lips.

“This is our home Kiri…” she adds, crouching down to Kiri’s level, taking her hand gently into hers.

Kiri lets out a shaky sigh, stopping her work to look up into the pleading irises of her dearest friend. Someone she considered her own sister, who stood by her at times when Kiri felt the lowest.

When the clans' young ones would tease her about her fingers, her brothers fingers, Y/n was there to defend them. When Kiri missed her mother terribly after visiting her in the lab, Y/n was there to pick up the pieces. And when Kiri felt she was different, worried about feeling the nature breathe around her, as if it were one with her. Y/n was there to soothe her. The mere thought of leaving that comfort caused the knot in Kiri’s stomach to throb with pain.

“Will you come with us?” Kiri asks, watching her words seep into Y/n as her eyes swarm with conflict.

Y/n didn’t have a family, her father died during the great war many moons ago fighting alongside Jake Sully. And her mother died not long after her birth. Due to her mother being a wise healer, respected amongst the clan, she had connections with Mo’at, who immediately took Y/n in after her passing. Y/n grew up following her mothers footsteps of being a healer, bonding with Kiri during their many shared lessons. She also grew close with their family, as if she was one of the Sully’s.

Y/n felt herself choke up at the thought of losing them, losing her family. She didn’t know how she would function without seeing Tuk grow up. Attending lessons with Kiri and sneaking away to explore the nature around them at eclipse. Without training with Neteyam and complaining to each other regarding their duties. Without feeling the parental love Neytiri and Jake showered her with. And most importantly, without spending time slacking off with Lo’ak. Her dearest Lo’ak, whom she grew forbidden feelings for. She would be a shell of herself if they were gone from her life.

“I….I don’t have anything Kiri. You all….you’re all I have left. Please…take me with you” Y/n pleads softly embracing Kiri, letting her tears roll down her cheeks freely. Kiri returns the hug, cradling her head as she silently sobs.

Unbeknownst to the two girls, Lo’ak stood outside the tent. His eyebrows furrowed with concentration and his teeth tightly clenched at the sounds of Y/n’s sobs. He felt awful for eavesdropping on them but he heard what he needed to hear. He felt guilty for not including Y/n on the adventure, and hearing what his father decided made him realize how easily he could lose Y/n.

His best friend. His quiet love.

Hearing Y/n confirm that she wanted to be with his family lit a fire within him, his steps hurried as he left the tent to go find his father. He knew he didn’t have to beg too hard for Y/n to join them, Y/n was practically like a family.

Lo’ak feels a small smile tug at his lips. He was going to leave everything he knew, everything he grew up knowing. But a small part of him was relieved to the moon and back that Y/n would join them.

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Lo’ak tightens his bags on his Ikran who screeches loudly, everyone has begun to get ready for the flight. The ceremony had just ended and the Sully’s were getting ready to embark on their journey, all with solemn expressions of sadness.

Lo’ak turns around his eyes flickering to the sound of Y/n whispering to her Ikran. His eyes land on Y/n, her eyes swollen. Her cheeks red with stains of her tears that she had shed earlier at the ceremony.

Feeling his throat tighten at the sight he quietly walks towards her, his palms grew sweaty as he neared her presence. Even with everything that is going on, Lo’ak felt his heart rate quicken at the mere sight of her.

His childhood friend who grew to become a beautiful Na’vi, gaining respect amongst her clan for being a great healer at such a young age.

The way she cooed at her Ikran as she nuzzled her face into its neck sent a fury of butterflies through his stomach. He didn’t know when, but growing up with her constantly by his side brought such light and warmth into his life. Watching her follow him and his sister through their many journeys were the highlight of his days. But somehow along the way, she had also captured his heart.

But he knew this was not meant to be. Y/n never showed any interest in him, nor any other male that presented themselves as a potential mate. And there were many suitors.

This led to Lo’ak always watching her from afar. Afraid to make a move, not wanting their friendship to diminish at the cost of his inner feelings. He would rather face a palulukan alone at the cost of his life, then lose this friendship that meant so much to him.

“Lo’ak?” Y/n calls softly.

Lo’ak jolts, his posture straightening as he realizes he was so lost in thought he was mindlessly gazing at her.

“Are you ok?” She asks again, softly.

She takes a step towards him, her tiny warm hand settling on his shoulder. It sent an electric current throughout his body at her touch. Clearing his throat he looks back into her eyes.

“I’m ok. Are you?” He asks, making her eyes soften at his words.

“I’m fine, how is your brother?” She asks, nodding to where Neteyam was, his ceremonial cloak sat on his shoulders as if it were weighing him down. His jaws tightly clenched as he mounted his Ikran with ease.

Lo’ak frowns at Y/n’s words. He came to check up on her, and she was asking about Neteyam?

“He has been quiet through the entire ceremony. It must have been hard on him, working his entire life to be Olo'eyktan. Only for the title to be given to someone else….I worry for him. It pains me to see my brother like that” she whispers, her eyes sorrowful as she looks at Neteyam.

Lo’ak feels his heart sink at her words, and her expression. The truth he always tried to avoid, the fact Y/n loved him and his siblings as if they were her own. He knew how much Y/N cared for them, how she looked to them as if they were her family. There was truth to that, Neytiri and Jake always made her feel included. It was as if they adopted her without verbal consent. It just...happened.

This just further proved to him the wedge in between them would never change. She would look at Tuk, Kiri and Neteyam as if they were her brothers and sisters. Lo’ak would be nothing more than a brother in her eyes.

Lo’ak opens his mouth to respond but closes it realizing the thick lump in his throat prevented him from speaking.

“Alright, let’s go” Jake announces , Lo’ak taking this as his cue to leave. He offers Y/n a timid smile before walking away, letting her hand brush down his arm. He fights the way his heart flutters at the feeling, walking towards his Ikran.

Y/n frowns at his cold shoulder, but chalks it up to feeling overwhelmed. It’s been a long and emotional day for everyone.

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“Alright, easy” Jake instructs, raising his hands slightly to show no aggression as he leads the Sully’s and Y/n toward the gathering Na’vi. Feeling uncomfortable Y/n catches Lo’ak’s glance towards her. She turns to walk beside him but he quickly shakes off her stare walking to Neteyam instead, leaving her to scurry after Kiri.

Kiri clutched her knitted shawl around her as they settled in the middle of the crowd. Feeling fear wash over her Y/n quickly looks down, her heart rate quickening. She heard how they whispered around her, how they stared at them with their wandering judgmental eyes.

Y/n’s ears twitch at the sound of a splash nearby. Turning her head she notices how Neteyam and Lo’ak are both focused on the sea. She watches with great heartbreak as a beautiful Na’vi emerges from the blue, with the steady gaze of Lo’ak on her. She catches how Neteyam throws Lo’ak a small smirk before facing forward. Feeling her heart sink at the sight Y/n quickly looks away. Occasionally glancing back at Lo’ak.

Lo’ak is mesmerized by the beautiful Na’vi, he couldn’t seem to look away. The way the water cascaded down her form as she walked towards his family. He knew she was the definition of beauty, but even under these conditions Lo’ak couldn’t help but silently agree that Y/n are more beautiful, more ethereal.

Just as she walks to stop the boys who were bothering them Lo’ak opens his mouth to call a quick greeting but stops when he feels eyes on him. He whips his head towards Y/n’s direction seeing how she was focused on the sand beneath her. Her eyes brows forced into concentration as she bit lips.

Lo’ak felt defeated thinking she was looking at him. ‘Why would she be watching me?’ He thinks bitterly. She didn’t see him in that light. Never has, never will.

He turns back to the girl, forcing a smile. The girl giggles under his stare, watching him and his family. ‘New home, might as well move on’ Lo’ak thinks to himself. Forcing his feelings down.

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The adjustment from the forest to the sea was excruciating. Kiri got a hang of the lessons pretty easily. Lo’ak and Neteyam worked to the bone to adjust just as fast.

Y/n however, kept facing obstacles that seemed to deter her from reaching her goal. Kiri always held out a helping hand but Y/n couldn’t help feeling like a burden to their family. She couldn’t help the distaste of disappointment in her mouth.

Y/n lets out a loud sigh, her eyes watching the waves that crashed against the rock she sat perched upon. It didn’t help that she also noticed her best friend Lo’ak becoming distant. On many occasions she tried approaching him. He simply brushed her off.

He either seemed completely uninterested or ran off to who Eywa knows where with some lame excuse. It caused the poor Na’vi immense pain seeing him run off to Tsireya from time to time.

Her fingers fiddle around the arm band she was currently working on, weaving the pearls and shells delicately into the woven sea glass. She wanted to give it to Lo’ak as a gift, and hopefully get on his good graces. She couldn’t help but wonder if she had done something wrong to upset him.

“Hey” a small voice calls, snapping her from her daze.

She was so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized when Neteyam approached her and sat beside her, glancing at the arm band in between her fingers.

“Have you spoken to Lo’ak?”

A knowing look adorning his face. Neteyam was the only Sully who knew of Y/n’s deep infatuation for Lo’ak. At least, he was the only Sully who acted upon it. Kiri knew Y/n liked her brother before Y/n came to acknowledge it herself!

Kiri just refuses to aid in the idea of it, pretending she cannot see the way Y/n’s eyes light up when Lo’ak enters her vision. Or the way Y/n’s cheeks flush purple under his stare. And the way Y/n’s eyes would always wander around aimlessly, as if always looking for him.

“I’ll take that as a no” Neteyam says chuckling at the h/c girls lack of response.

Y/n shrugs, leaning onto his shoulder. She lets her sadness wash down her, her weight leaning onto Neteyam. She enjoyed moments like this, even though Neteyam was burdened with such responsibilities at all time. He always offered his shoulder to Y/n. He was an ideal brother.

“Have I done something Neteyam?” Y/n asks softly, putting the arm band away stashed in her little pouch tied to her loincloth. She collected many shells over the past few weeks, in many shapes and colors that reminded her of Lo’ak.

“No, he’s just a skxawng. Give him time, knowing my brother he won’t be able to stay away from you too long” Y/n’s lips twitch at the words. Finding humor at a time like this

“Do you want to join me for a liu ride?” Neteyam asks, standing up. He extends his hands making the girl frown at the gesture. “Neteyam, you know I have trouble holding my breath” she sulks, reluctantly taking his hand. He pulls her up, scoffing in response.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be diving. I’ll also teach you. Extra lessons couldn’t hurt now, could it?” He hums, amused.

Y/N squeezes his hand realizing all this was being done so she wouldn’t be sad. She felt grateful for having a brother like him in her life.

~~~~~~~~~

“Back of fish lips!” Lo’ak hisses, walking towards the group. He made sure to create distance between them and his sister who they were harassing earlier.

His strides don’t falter as he sizes up Ao’nung who smirks at his presence. He eyes scan him up and down, his smirk deepening as they land in his fingers.

“Oh look, another four fingered freak!” Ao’nung mocks raising his hands as if to bring more attention to Lo’ak.

The other three start tugging at his tail, and his hands. Tossing names here and there. Lo’ak falters for a mere second, as flashbacks from his home dance across his vision.

“The son of Toruk Makto, and he has five fingers?”

“He’s an alien!”

“He has demon blood”

“He’ll never live up to his brother. How pathetic”

Lo’ak heard the whispers, heard the insults being thrown at him. They usually rolled down his back, nestling in his heart to cause pain as he would reminiscence on it later. He didn’t brother opening his mouth because a part of him knew he was unworthy.

He wouldn’t be seen as anything but a demon. He bit this togue, not wanting to start a fight when he had a clear disadvantage. Just as he turns to leave a figure comes rushing in, the way she stomped up to them caused the beads on her locks to clash together with force.

“Hey!! SKXAWNG!!!” Y/n hisses wildly, coming to stand in front of Lo’ak. His eyes widen seeing her expression. She looked furious, but also fearless under the eyes of the four boys in front of her.

“You better ba-“

“Back off…..Now!” Neteyam growls. Lo’ak blinks, shaking his head off the memory that rendered him speechless. His eyes widened seeing Neteyam, his finger pressing against Ao’nungs chest.

Feeling warmth on his shoulder, he turns to see Y/n. His deep breaths falter at the sight of her. This close. Touching him. Her eyes were trained on Neteyam and Ao’nung. Her jaw clenched tightly and her ears flattened against her locks.

The girl he had forced himself to avoid for the past few weeks. The very same girl that plagued all of his thoughts. He couldn’t understand how she came to his rescue again, after all he had been doing.

“Smart choice…” Neteyam notes as Ao’nung raises his hands in defeat. Y/n takes this moment to glance back at Kiri. Seeing her friend offer a tiny smile she turns to Lo’ak, who she held back as Neteyam took care of the situation.

Her eyes widened seeing Lo’ak’s eyes already steadily on her. His eyes furrowed as he kept glancing down to where her hand was. In Y/n’s eyes it seemed like a look of disgust, causing her to quickly remove her hands. But in truth, it was a look of despair. He knew it was just a sister-ly touch. Nothing more, nothing less.

“S-sorry” she whispers feeling embarrassed. Clearly Lo’ak was upset, he turns his head away scoffing in response. Neteyam finishes talking to the group, turning back to his siblings. He whispers a quiet ‘c’mon’, before leading them away.

“They’re freaks, the whole family. They even have Y/n follow them around. As if she were a pet!”

Ao’nung adds, causing Lo’ak to stop mid step . He sees the color drain from Y/n’s face at the words. Neteyam immediately tenses up, Turning to the boys. He goes to step towards them but Lo’ak holds his hands up.

“Don’t worry bro, I got this” he growls leaving the trio. Kiri clutches onto Y/n’s trembling hands as she stares into the sand below her.

‘Is that what I am? Am I just a pet, always following them around….Am I that much of a burden? Am I even worth it to even be considered a…Sully…..it took a bunch of skxawng’s for me to real-’

“It’s called a punch bitch! Don’t ever touch my sister again!!!” Lo’ak growls at the surprised boy, clutching his nose where Lo’ak had landed his punch. Y/n’s eyes widen, forgetting about the tears that cascaded down her cheeks.

Watching how the group began attacking Lo’ak Y/n feels her body lurch forward. Trying to aid Lo’ak or at least pull him away. Neteyam stops her, his hand firmly on her shoulder. He offers a small smile before marching towards the tousling group.

Y/n feels herself calm down thinking Neteyam will break them up. Much to her surprise Neteyam joins the fight, landing a few punches and kicks before being thrown down himself. Y/n sputters in disbelief.

“This so stupid!!” Kiri calls, taking Y/n’s hands into her. The girls couldn't help but giggle at the sight. Sure they were all going to go through hell because of this fight, but it was funny to watch. Especially seeing how Lo’ak and Neteyam were able to hold their own against 4 Na’vi boys.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/n waits outside her family marui patiently for Lo’ak and Neteyam. She heard Jake’s booming voice as he lectured the two. She felt her heart race as her guilty conscious settled in. She should have stopped them, She could hold herself in a fight if needed. But what Ao’nung had said had thrown her off. His words pierced through her like knives. She couldn't help but feel defeated.

Hearing the sound shuffling come near the door Y/n looks up as Jake is the first to walk out. His eyes scan her form for any injuries before signing out loud.

“Can you please tend to Lo’ak. He’ll be apologizing to Ao’nung right after '' Jake declares loudly as Lo’ak follows his father out.

His head hung low as Y/n noticed the scratches all over his body and face. Neteyam follows Jake out before sending Y/n a half grimace half smile, the cut on his lip effecting his expression. Just as Jake and Neteyam disappear Y/n turns to Lo’ak. Usually they always have friendly banter, a feeling of comfort always surrounding them whenever they are together. But now? A thick tension filled the air.

“Come” Y/n urges shyly, walking inside the hut. Luckily Lo’ak follows after her, opting to keep his mouth shut. He watches how she settles on her mat, which was far from his. A choice he made once they arrived here. The more he looked at it, the more he regretted the decision. He would never turn down the opportunity to cuddle up against her.

But he had to. He had to be strict. No more acting like this union would ever work. He would never force that on Y/n.

“Sit down” Y/n says, snapping him away from his thoughts. Lo’ak feels his stomach flutter as she looks up at him, her big round eyes that always caught his attention peering up at him. What he would do to grab her face. Cup her cheeks into her palms only to memorize every inch of her face. He grits his teeth at the warm fuzzy feeling inside him, plopping down in front of her sitting cross legged.

Y/n stays silent taking the pre-made paste she had stashed in her belongings. It was yalana bark, something Kiri had told her about and urged her to make a lot of. Y/n was amazed with its healing properties as well as the fact it barely stung upon contact. She warms up the paste in between her fingers occasionally taking glances towards Lo’ak.

She caught his stare on her, steady and unwavering. He held an expression she couldn’t quite decipher. Was it anger? Disgust? Or…longing? Y/n scoffs silently at her wandering thoughts, reaching up to apply the paste to his upper right cheek. Lo’ak flinches upon contact, but ignores the feelings stirring within him.

“Thanks” Y/n whispers, so quiet that anyone else would have missed it. Not Lo’ak, whenever he is near Y/n he is always on alert. Registering the smallest sounds that escaped her. It was as if he was hyper aware of her presence at all times.

“For?” He inquired, uncharacteristically calm.

“You know..for standing up for Kiri…for standing up for me” she whispers, gently caressing the bruise. Making sure not to hurt him. Lo’ak scoffs, he rolls his eyes turning his gaze away from her eyes that tries to maintain eye contact.

“Of course. I couldn’t let Fish Lips say things about my…family” Lo’ak replies, the word family feeling so thick on his tongue. Y/n smiles sadly.

“I’m not your family Lo’ak” she states, her eyes misting up as she recalled what Ao’nung had said.

‘Pet’

“What do you mean?” Lo’ak demands, a little too harshly. He regretted his tone when he saw how Y/n had flinched.

“You know….I don’t have a family. I’m always wandering around, looking for a purpose. I just happen to…follow your family….more than most” Y/n whimpers out. Her ears betrayed her expression. She clenched her jaws attempting to hold in her tears. But her ears flattened against her head, showing how vulnerable she was really feeling.

“What are you saying Y/n? Forget what he said, I’ll fucking deal with him later. You are apart of the Sully’s. You are apart of our family” Lo’ak presses. He didn’t want to say these words, but in his eyes; who was he to deny Y/n his family when that’s all she’s ever longed for? He will be her brother, if that’ll make her happy. He’ll sacrifice everything for her, even his love.

Y/n smiles fondly at his declaration, finishing up with the application of the paste. After she wipes her hands she looks at him, seeing how his eyes followed her every movement, her smile falters thinking back to how she's been receiving his cold shoulder for the past few weeks.

“If I’m family Lo’ak, why have you been pushing me away?” Y/n asks, more like pleads. The words cause Lo’ak’s calm demeanor to break. His jaws lock at her words, his eyes slightly squinting.

“I haven’t been pushing you away Y/n” he says through clenched teeth.

“Bullshit!” Y/n shouts, a word she had learned from Lo’ak over the years. Lo’ak’s eyes widened at her tone.

“Don’t lie to me Lo’ak. You know how close we are, how close we were! You are avoiding me-“ Y/n feels her tears stream down her face. Ignoring the tears she continues on with her rant.

“-You don't want to hang around me anymore, you don't want to be near me and you use stupid excuses to evade me…E-everytime!” she whimpers. The words are like stones in Lo’ak’s heart. His mouth hangs low, unsure of what he could say.

“I-I don’t know if it’s because of something I did! Or because you’re so busy falling in love with Tsireya-”

“What?” Lo’ak growls at the mention of Tsireya.

Y/n’s ears pin down at his tone. His eyes glare down at her before he stands up abruptly. Y/n also stands up, realizing she had over stepped. So what if he was in love with Lo’ak. If Lo’ak loved Tsireya she was no one to talk badly about her. She opens her mouth to apologize but Lo’ak raises his hand to motion her to keep her mouth shut.

“Don’t speak of her that way” Lo’ak growls, his tail trashing behind him.

Over the past weeks that he’s been suffering from not being near Y/n, he had been seeking comfort from Tsireya. Who helped him immensely, she taught him that he cannot bury feelings that rang so deep within his soul. She taught him that he can still love Y/n from afar. That loving her despite everything wasn't a sin. She was a precious friend to him.

The way Lo’ak defended Tsireya caused something to snap within Y/n, her eyes squinting into a glare, her fangs bared. She had been pinning over Lo’ak for years, and granted he saw her as a sister. That didn't mean he had the right to toss her aside as if she were nothing.

“Oh yea? Fine! I won’t. But don’t pretend you care about me, your ‘family’ when you’re so busy with her!” Y/n snaps. All these days weaving an arm band for him in silence , and alone began to fuel her anger.

“Y/n I do care. Fuck, I care more than you think, I don’t li-“ Lo’ak tried to reach for her hand but Y/n is quick to slap it away.

“No you don’t!! I’m not some kind of toy. I have feelings, I feel things! You didn't care for me like that, if you did maybe you’d know how I feel? Maybe you’d know why my heart shatters at the sight of you and Tsireya huddled together day in and day out!” Y/n hisses. Wiping her array of tears.

Lo’ak is frozen in place, unsure of what he had heard.

‘Was that a confession? Did she…with me? No…’

Lo’ak mentally fights himself as Y/n brushes past him in a hurry. Feeling their shoulders collide Lo’ak snaps from his trance.

“Wait!” He calls following her out the hut. The moment she was out of his sight he collided with a hard chest.

“Lo'ak '' Jake says sternly looking down at his son. He saw Y/n run past him, in tears. He knew Lo’ak was to blame but he needed to handle one problem at a time. Lo’ak looks past his father, seeing Y/n’s still retreating figure.

“Wait, dad one-“ if he left now he would be able to reach her.

“Not another word boy, You will go and apologize to Ao’nung. After which, and only after then can you go after Y/n”

Lo’ak ear twitched in mild annoyance, every part of him wanted to find Y/n and clear the air. Was what she said true? Did he even hear her correctly? Was she jealous of his interactions with Tsireya?

Lo’ak desperately tried to argue back but Jake wouldn't let up, he dismissed him causing him to walk into the sea in search of Ao’nung. All the while he couldn't help but feel the fluttery feeling deep within him grow with newfound hope.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/n?” Kiri calls, she had been looking for said girl aimlessly round the village for a while now. She carefully walks toward Y/n, who was on the sand, her hands shuffle round frantically. Upon hearing Kiri’s voice Y/n’s head snaps to her. Her eyes were already swollen with tears.

Kiri immediately crouches down to her level, taking her hands into hers. Wiping the sand off her hands she looks at her friend. Her eyebrows furrow seeing the tears against her puffy cheeks. She takes her other hand to wipe the tears, causing Y/n to sniffle.

“What's wrong? I have been looking for you everywhere. Why are you crying?” Kiri asks, sitting on the sand fully. Her hands never leave Y/n’s as they interlock their fingers. Y/n shrugs, looking down. She was too ashamed to make eye contact with Kiri.

She felt terrible for her outburst at Lo’ak earlier, accidentally spilling secrets she intended to take to her grave. And her heart gave out when she noticed the armband that she had been working on, gone. Nowhere to be seen. Ever since her departure from Lo’ak she had been retracing her steps in hopes of finding it. But still no luck.

“I…lost something. I'm looking for it” she mumbles, her fingers twitching against Kiri’s, who stays quiet.

“I..It was an armband, I've been working on it for weeks. I don't know where I lost it. It could have been when I joined Neteyam for a ride together on our Iiu or when the fight broke out” Y/n sputters out, her eyes misting over with fresh tears. Kiri sighs out, tracing patterns along the palm of Y/n’s hand in an attempt to soothe her.

“Who was it for?” Kiri asks softly

Y/n’s eyes widen, the blood drains from her face. She was aware that Kiri knew of her one-sided love for Lo’ak. Kiri just seemed annoyed whenever the topic is brought up. That's why Y/n always confided with Neteyam if she had any love related things to talk about.

“Is it for Lo’ak?” Kiri asks, taking her silence as a definite answer. Y/n shamefully nods, still afraid to look up at Kiri. Kiri sighs out loud, grumbling under her breaths.

“You guys are such skxawng’s” she mutters, causing Y/n to look up, her face contorted in sadness.

“No! I meant, you guys are skxawng’s in general. Not the fact you like Lo’ak and you made an armband for him” Kiri quickly dismisses. Y/ns frowns at her words. What had she done that deemed her an idiot?

“The point is, I’ll help you look for it. It has to be somewhere” she states.

“You’ll help me look for it?....I thought you hated me liking Lo’ak” Y/n questions, confused.

“I never said I hated the idea of you liking him! I just hated the idea of Lo’ak taking you away from me. Ever since you guys have become friends you've been spending less time with me…If he were to become your boyfriend you might forget who I am! Your best friend…your sister” Kiri admits, her ears folding against her head at the truth. Y/n giggles, wiping the tears that laid forgotten against her cheeks.

“Kiri, I will never leave you. We are sisters, there is nothing more powerful than the bond we share-” Y/n assures, smiling softly at her dearest friend.

“-and nothing would change between me and Lo’ak. He likes Tsireya-”

“WHAT?” Kiri interrupts, her eyes wide. Y/n nods, her smile dropping as she recalls her conversion with Lo’ak.

“Yes, he likes Tsireya….I was crying because we had an argument earlier-” Kiri nods, encouraging her to continue, all the while her hand clenched into a fist, hearing her friend panic over nothing.

“-I told him how upset I am now that we're not spending time together. When I brought up Tsireya, he became so defensive. It was as if I had stabbed his heart by mentioning her….I became petty and ended up confessing at the end. I don't know how I can show my face.” Y/n admits, her tail swishing behind her.

**THAWK**

“Ow! What was that for?” Y/n hisses, rubbing her forearm where Kiri’s hand landed a shift hit.

“For being a skxawng. Are you blind?!?!” Kiri roars in frustration

“Are you seriously blind to how Lo’ak sees you? Y/n, he practically worships the soil you walk on. Why do you think I was worried about Lo’ak taking you away in the first place? It's because he reciprocates your feelings!!”

Y/n flashes purple. Had she really been that blind? Had she been that caught up in her self pity she didn't notice Lo’ak gazing at her the way she gazed at him. With love?

“Kiri I-”

“Y/N!!! KIRI!!” Neteyam calls, running up to the duo. They stand up noting the fear in his irises.

“Nete-”

“Lo’ak! Ao’nung took him out to the reef and left him there!” Neteyam informs. Y/n’s heart sinks to her stomach, her expression that of pure horror.

~~~~~~~

Y/n follows Neteyam and Kiri through the crowd. They heard the horns signaling the search party’s arrival. Y/n silently prayed to Eywa that Lo’ak had been brought back in one piece, safe. Neteyam breaks through the crowd, crouching down. Y/n stands behind him as Kiri follows suit.

Y/N eyes immediately fell on Lo'ak who was glaring at Ao’nung, she felt her fear disappear only noticing minor scratches on his body. ‘He's back…he's safe’ She silently thanks Eywa for hearing her prayers.

Lo’ak glances around the crowd as if searching for something, when his furrowed eyes land on Y/n, they soften immediately. It was as if he could see her, and only her. It was as if he had forgotten all the Na’vi surrounding him as he took a step towards her, only to be stopped by his father.

Kiri pulls Y/n back, her hand firmly placed on Y/n’s shoulder. “We should go, let's head to the marui” she suggested, knowing very well Lo’ak would receive an earful from the parents. She was being a gracious sister, taking Y/n away from the scene to save Lo’ak from embarrassment.

“But Kiri, We-”

“Y/n?” a soft voice calls, surprising the two. Y/n’s eyes widen, feeling guilt pool deep in her stomach. Tsireya stood before them, tilting her head to a quiet part of the land. Kiri nods, following her, pulling a guilt stricken Y/n behind her. She felt horrible for what she had said about her, when she had done no harm. And after hearing that Lo’ak likes her back, she couldn't help but feel shameful for assuming things.

After they follow her out to a more secluded part Tsireya turns to them. Her eyes mainly focused on Y/n who gulps nervously under her stare. Tsireya reaches into her pouch and pulls out an arm band, the very same armband Y/n had been working tirelessly over. A shocked gasp leaves her lips as Tsireya hands it over to her, smiling sweetly.

“I found it near your marui, you must have dropped it. I immediately recognized it to be yours, the beads match your necklace” Tsireya pipes up proudly. Y/n feels her eyes sting, her fingers gently tracing over the arm band. She must have dropped it when she ran away from Lo’ak, how foolish of her.

“T-Thank you” Y/n chokes out, tears evading her vision. She felt immense relief upon seeing it. Safe and not swept away by the sea, which she is fearful of.

“It’s for Lo’ak isn’t it?” Tsireya asks, causing Y/n to look up in surprise. Kiri muffles a snicker at her friend's expression as Tsireya smiled reassuringly.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not my business to pry in. But Lo’ak and I caught you a couple times working hard on that arm band-” Y/n flushes purple, wiping away her tears in embarrassment. Lo’ak saw her working on the arm band?!

“-and Lo’ak kept hoping you were making it for him…” Tsireya admits. Y/n feels her entire body heat up at the words. Lo’ak saw her work hard, and he wished it to be his?! Feeling her heart flutter with warmth Y/n grips the arm band tightly. She had no choice, it was as if Eywa was sending her signs. Signs that she should confess her love for him.

“Thank you Tsireya, I was looking for this everywhere. And it is for Lo’ak. I’ll give it to him!” She declares, receiving smiles in return. She didn't know where this boost in confidence came from, but she needed it to help her with her confession.

Kiri lets out an awkward cough causing Tsireya to cover her mouth, holding back her own giggles. Unable to figure out was was so funny, Y/n follows Tsireya line of sight which was set on something behind her. In this case, someone.

To Y/n’s horror, there stood Lo’ak. Huffing as if he had ran everywhere in search for them. A stupid carefree smile adorned his face, as if he forgot to acknowledge Tsireya and Kiri. His eyes solely on Y/n.

Kiri and Tsireya quickly leave, quietly snickering amongst themselves.

Y/n’s ears burn under his stare, her tail thumping against the sand nervously. Her eyes catch how he glances at the arm band still held tightly between her fingers. His eyes flash with familiarity before she clears her throat.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Lo’ak is the first to move. He takes two large strides, standing directly in front her. She could smell his comforting scent, it smelt of the sea but also the forest. Their home. So comforting, so familiar. Lo’ak catches his breath, eyes peering down at her.

“Y-you’re ok, you're safe..” Y/n stutters out.

She cringed at how small she sounded. Lo’ak chuckles at her words.

“Yea, I’ll live” he teases softly, not missing how her ears twitch at the sound of his voice.

His eyes trail over her form, her face. He takes in every stripe and freckle that adorned her face. With his life on the line after a near miss with an akula, Lo’ak had realized he had to do something about his feelings. He wouldn't forgive himself if he never let Y/n know how he felt. Watching her closely only made him feel grateful that he survived. That he was able to see her again.

“Did Jake….did Jake say anything?” Y/n asks quietly, having the courage to look back at him. A lump forms in her throat at the sheer intensity of his gaze. His smile disappears as he registers what she asked, making Y/n dread what left her mouth.

“Yea…reminded me how much of a disappointment I am” he says bitterly to cover his sadness. Y/n ‘s free hand reaches out to grab his shoulder, her eyes filled with understanding. She knows how Jake could be, how if not carefully calculated, his words can inflict a lot of damage.

“I-I’m sorry….Lo’ak you are not a disappointment. You are more than that. You are s-special” she whispers.

Lo’ak places his hand over hers, his entire hand engulfing her tiny dainty ones. His eyes trail over her face, accidently glancing at her lips before quickly looking back at her. Y/n pulls the arm band in between them. Her hands slightly shake as she clears her throat once again.

“I made this for you…..I'm sorry for what I accused you of earlier. I should have tried harder to make amends instead of assuming you were avoiding me….call this a..truce?” she suggested, holding up the delicately beaded band.

Lo’ak’s eyes grow wide, his breathing hitched as he accepts the band. He traces his fingers over the intricately weaved pearls and shells. Had Eywa heard his desperate pleas? He couldn't help but notice how the band matched her necklace, much to his delight.

“Is Neteyam getting one as well?” Lo’ak asks, trying to make it sound like he was teasing her. But it came out as a genuine question.

Y/n visibly frowns, shaking her head. “No!...I made this for you” she assures unable to control her blush of embarrassment.

“Oh, thank you…I’m flattered, really. I didn't know you could make something so nice!” Lo’ak says cheekily watching the embarrassment leave her body. A genuine grin spreading across her face. Now this, this felt comfortable. The playful banter, the smiles, the touches. This is what they missed out on.

“Thank you, I’ll cherish it forever.-” Lo’ak removes his hand for her as Y/n pulls back. He slides on the armband, loving how he had a part of her, on him. Forever.

“-But I cannot accept your apology” he states. Y/n frowns deeply at his words, hear heart sinking.

“I cannot accept your apology, because what you said is true. I have been avoiding you” he admits, feeling his cheeks heat up. Y/n feels her eyes sting but chooses to stay quiet, urging him to continue.

“I’ve been avoiding you, because it hurts me. It pains me to watch you knowing I can't kiss you, can't touch you. Knowing that you don't see me as I see you….I love you Y/n. I've never seen you as anything else but as a mate. I saw you turn down every Na’vi that tried to court you, I noticed how you treat my family. I can’t stay by your side pretending I'm ok with being your.....’brother’ ” Lo’ak confesses, his heart laid bare. He didn't realize he was crying until Y/n wiped them away with her warm hand. After wiping the tears, she cups his cheeks, making him look into hers.

“Why do you think I turned down those Na’vi? Why do you think I always look for you? Try to be with you? Why do you think I made an arm band matching me??” Y/n whispers, her eyes following Lo’ak who took in a shaky breath.

“Oel ngati kameie Lo’ak, always have” she whispers against his lips. (I See You Lo’ak, always have”

Tip toeing in the slightest. Lo’ak’s lips ghost over hers as his tail stands straight at her confession. Feeling a shiver go down his spine, Lo’ak wraps his hand around her waist and the other cradles her neck as he pulls her in for a heated kiss.

Their bodies pressed together heartedly as they expressed their love, love that had been hidden from one another for years. The warmth that spreads across Y/n’s chest was unimaginable as she reached up to pull Lo’ak deeper into the kiss, her fingers intertwining with his locks. Lo’ak whimpers into kiss, his ears twitching excitedly. Their breaths mold together as one before Lo’ak traces his tongue gently against her lips, Y/n graciously opens her mouth as their tongues mold together. The need for air being the only reason the two parted, leaning their foreheads against one another. Their pants mingle together, as their lovestruck gaze doesn't falter.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that….” Lo’ak says breathlessly. Y/n giggles, relishing the way Lo’ak held her by her waist tightly. As if afraid she'd disappear. Lo’ak leans down, burying his face into the crevice of her neck, inhaling deeply. He felt a deep rumble from deep within, something like a purr slip past his lips. Now that he got a taste of her, he knew he could never stay away.

“I was going crazy…Loving you from afar. Staying quiet about my love for you” he murmurs, pulling back. He carefully reaches up, noticing the goosebumps that litter her body against his tingling touch. He rests his hand over her heart, acting as though it were his. Because in truth, it was.

“Now, I have nothing to hide... you are mine, and I am yours” Lo’ak murmurs softly causing Y/n to tear up. Such loving words, words that Y/n dreamt of every night. Finally coming true.

“Oel ngati kameie Y/n”

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A/N: If you stayed till the end, thank you for reading! I felt like our little troublemaker lacked some love so I decided to write a slow-burn/idiots in love troupe😂

I’m still taking requests so please let me know!! Thanks

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"Espero que nuestros recuerdos sean como una puesta de sol, corta y hermosa"

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Never Say Goodbye - Part 1

Pairing: Dean W. x Female Reader

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

Word Count: 2,000 Warnings: Some angst

Part 1: Proximity

You’ve grown up watching your parents. At fourteen, you already understood how rare their relationship was—high school sweethearts, married for sixteen years, and certified soulmates.

Apparently it was even more rare to find your soulmate so early in life, but as Mom said, Sometimes the universe helps you out.

But you just started high school, and after surveying the pool of guys you have to work with, you really hope that “universe” stuff is just wishful thinking.

Because just this morning, Danny Schmitt got his hand stuck in the automatic stapler during Math class. Meanwhile, his friends were collecting bets on how many stitches he was going to need once they finally pried his fingers out.

Dad would call those guys dumbasses. You were inclined to agree.

You looked away from the scene (there was a lot of blood, and now your teacher was trying to free Danny with the only tool in the utility closet: a large hammer). But you couldn’t focus on your busy work like your teacher instructed either.

Sometimes, you still found it hard to believe your parents had met in high school. They had such an easy way between them, and not just because they could hear one another’s thoughts.

Mom was a kindergarten teacher, patient, kind, and encouraging. She came from a family of professors and school administrators, who frankly thought she could’ve done more with her life than “wipe five year olds’ noses.” Last Thanksgiving, she smiled and told Great Aunt Janet, “At least my five year olds can wipe their own asses.”

Smirking, Dad had followed up with, “How’s the incontinence, Jan? Ain’t lettin’ up at all?”

Dad was a cop, though he wasn’t as strict as he could've been. Or as dumb as cops seemed to be in the movies.

No, your dad could be stern, but he was always fair, even if you…didn’t really hang out with him much. Mom was basically your best friend, while Dad was often too busy to know what was going on in your life.

Really, you just couldn’t see what your parents had in common, other than the dusty, midwestern town where they’d grown up. (Speaking of which, you shivered and zipped your coat higher up on your neck. Even indoors, winter in South Dakota was nothing to sneeze at.)

But your parents would share a look sometimes. Your mom would smile, and your dad’s mouth would quirk up at the corner, his eyes softening in a way they only did for her. And then you’d remember that they had their own world that you couldn’t really understand just yet.

“All right,” your teacher said. He wiped sweat from his brow while Danny’s friends carried him off to the nurse’s office. The stapler was in pieces on the floor, but poor Danny still had two huge staples in his index and ring fingers. “I think we’re done for the day. Just finish workbook pages for chapter three and we’ll cover it tomorrow.”

Yes! Math was not your strongest subject, but even you could finish four more square root problems. The teacher’s desk phone rang while you gathered your backpack and books. You were about to leave the classroom when your teacher called you back. You didn’t like the somber look on his face.

“You need to get to the principal’s office,” he said. “Your dad is there waiting for you.”

You didn’t know it then, but today was the day your childhood died—after Dad sat you down and told you what happened to your mom.

Winter in South Dakota was harsh. It could even be dangerous, especially on icy roads shared with grocery truck haulers.

They buried Mom in the same cemetery as your grandparents and your aunt (not Janet, by the way. You didn’t really remember your Aunt Karen, but your dad always avoided talking about his sister). The cemetery was small, but you guessed that made sense for a smallish town like Sioux Falls.

You stayed there until everyone else who loved your mom was gone, and it was just you and your dad left.

You didn’t bother to wipe your tears—not until your dad set a hand on your shoulder. You tried to wipe them away quickly, even though you didn’t really know why you didn’t want him to see you crying. He just gave you this look. In his eyes, you could see every fathom of his heartbreak. In a way, it told you everything you needed to know about your dad.

So you leaned into his side, and he held you close while the icy winds whipped at both of you.

Snow crunched beneath someone’s feet, and you turned to see a man walking down the row of headstones. He looked kind of familiar…

He had a thick beard and wore a baseball cap, but he took it off once he got close enough to pay his respects—first to Mom…then to Aunt Karen.

“Jack,” he greeted with a nod of respect.

You looked up at your dad, and the free emotions he’d been wearing clammed up behind a more familiar stern expression.

“Bobby,” he said, nodding back. Realization finally dawned on you. Oh, Uncle Bobby?

You hadn’t seen your uncle since you were…ten? Probably since Aunt Karen’s funeral.

“I’m real sorry about Christine,” Uncle Bobby said. He sounded a bit gruff, but his eyes were kind when they met yours sympathetically. “About your mom.”

Another tear fell down your cheek, but you nodded and wiped it away, sniffling.

“Thank you,” your dad said eventually. There was a brief, but awkward pause. Then Bobby nodded to himself and walked away, setting that faded blue baseball cap back on his head. You watched him go curiously.

“You remember your uncle,” Dad said. He didn’t seem happy about it.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Why didn’t he stay?”

He was family, after all.

Dad shook his head. There was a wry downturn to his lips. “He’s got a junk heap to look after.”

You frowned in confusion. But he didn’t explain what he meant. He just steered you back toward the car to go home.

Just as you both crossed under the iron arch to leave the cemetery, Dad reached into his pocket and gave you something. Your mom’s wedding ring.

“You can wear it if you want,” he said. “Or just keep it safe. Either way, just remember…she’s still with you. And I’m always gonna watch over you.”

The thought made you feel the slightest bit better, and also worse. Still, you took the ring and held it between your fingers. It was simple sterling silver, but beautiful all the same.

You got into his pick-up truck and he started the drive home. Just as you turned the corner, you hit a red light. You stared out the window as snow started a light fall, flurrying down to the damp pavement. Soon the ground would be icy and wet, and that reminded you of grocery trucks. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you were sick of it. Sick of crying.

It actually annoyed you…or…did it?

A feeling fluttered in your chest. It felt like anxiety and irritation all wrapped up into one. And another feeling, this time attached to a thought. It felt hot in your throat, and a lot like—

It’s not fair!

The thought startled you. Because somehow (and you didn’t know why), it didn’t feel like you were the one that thought it.

Finally, the street light turned green. It flashed in the corner of your eyes, and then you noticed a sleek, black car coming in the opposite direction. You watched it pass by for a moment, until your dad distracted you with a question.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. You blinked, trying to register what he said while you shook off the weird things you were feeling. Once your brain caught up to your mouth, you were finally able to answer.

“Not really.”

“Come on. I’ll get us a burger.”

You shrugged, but for once you really weren’t hungry.

“Dad, come on,” Dean said in frustration. On one hand, he didn’t want to argue with his dad.

On the other hand, this really wasn’t fair!

He was seventeen already. He’d gone on a handful of hunts with John before, so why not this one?

“Too dangerous,” John said. He looked over at Dean from the Impala’s driver’s seat. His tone boded no further argument. “Djinn are tricky. Even seasoned hunters have trouble with ‘em.”

Dean frowned. “I’m ready, Dad.”

“Do we have to go to Bobby’s house?” Sam piped up from the back seat. At thirteen, he was getting more and more lippy.

“Cheaper than a motel.” John smiled, then glanced at his younger son through the rear-view mirror. “Besides, why not Bobby’s?”

Sam sighed. “His heater doesn’t always work.”

“Well, I’ll help him take a look before I go,” John replied. Dean stared at the side of his dad’s face for a while, but he knew a lost argument when he saw one.

…Still, he couldn’t help but try.

“Dad,” Dean pressed.

John’s gaze stayed on the road. “Not this time, son. You and Sam’ll be okay at Bobby’s.”

Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yeah, bored at Bobby’s. But he knew it was better than being left at a crusty motel room. He was annoyed, but he could deal with it.

Until something else began to creep up in his chest. Something he hadn’t felt since…since his mom died.

It was this ball of lead in his chest, weighing him down and constricting his throat. It felt a lot like…like fear, and sadness. And finally confusion. He was confused?

Maybe.

Sad? Afraid? Not really, no. At least, he didn’t think so. He hadn’t thought about his mom like that in a while…

So what the hell?

Those sensations only lasted for a moment—the time it took them to finally cross the street at the red light and pass a pick-up truck going the opposite way.

But that moment seemed to drag on for minutes. Now he really was confused.

He sat still, hesitating, until the feeling eventually passed.

“Hey, Dean, where’s the Batman comic?” Sam leaned up by his ear to ask.

Dean almost flinched. He played it off though, and turned to look back at his brother.

“It’s in my bag, but wait ‘til we get to Bobby’s.”

“Why? That’s like, a whole ten minutes away,” Sam pointed out.

“Because my bag’s under a ton of stuff back there. Just leave it for a few minutes,” Dean said. He sensed that Sam was about to get all bitchy and not let it go, but then John cut in.

“He’s right, Sam. Just cool it until we get there.”

Sam frowned, slumping into his seat with an annoyed huff. Wanting to tease him out of his kid funk, Dean smirked, reached back and playfully tapped his knee. “Yeah, cool it.”

Sam slapped his hand away. “Stop.”

“Make me, dork.” Accompanied by another teasing flick to his ear. Sam hit him back, and it would’ve devolved into an immature, but not uncommon free-for-all, if not for John’s heavy sigh and a sharp warning.

“Boys, enough!”

Then the car was silent. Sam huffed again and settled back into his seat. Dean tapered down his smile and sat back in his too. He looked out the window and saw the snow beginning to fall. Without meaning to, his mind drifted back to that weird feeling in his chest.

He rubbed his chest absently. But soon enough, he forgot about it. Just like you did.

Neither of you realized exactly what happened that day.

It was the first tug of a lifelong bond, seared into your souls.

AN: Okay, this is my first soulmate AU! Maybe the end was a little melodramatic there lol.

Let me know in the comments what you think! Then keep reading. ;)

Here it is: Part 2.

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Something from the museum

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'Harring' flashes on the caller ID again, illuminated in bright green on the handheld phone in their kitchen.

It's the third time they've called today and Steve is anxious.

He hasn't heard from his parents in the last six years since he cut off all contact with them, so to see their name come up so many times all in the span of an afternoon is...well it's worrisome to say the least.

"Are you going to pick up," Eddie says as he comes up behind Steve, he drapes himself over his lovers back and nuzzles into his ear.

Steve smiles tightly and breathes out, "I don't know".

He turns in Eddie's arms to face him and brings his own arms around Eddie's lower back, holding him loosely.

"It's weird, right?" Steve says softly, "what do they want?" He slides his nose up and down Eddie's own before tipping his face up to his the tip of it.

Eddie hums, "well you won't know unless you answer love," he answers Steve's kiss with one of his own, soft against his lips, "if they call again, maybe pick up?"

Steve nods and flinches as the ringer starts up again behind them.

He breathes in deeply through his nose and out slowly through his mouth, Eddie brings up a hand to cup Steve's jaw and slides his thumb over his cheekbone.

"You got this," Eddie whispers, "if they say something shitty, just hang up, fuck em".

Steve nods and whirls around to snatch the phone off the console, he bites his lip for just a moment before saying a quiet, "Hello?"

"Steven?" A soft voice cracks wetly over the speaker and a sudden chill spreads over Steve's back.

"Mom?"

"Steven, honey," Diane Harrington says softly in a tone he's never heard before, "I need you to come home".

Steve turns around, Eddie is leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed, Steve feels his face contort with confusion which Eddie answers with a tilt of his head, "what? Mom, no--"

"Steven honey, this is important--"

"No offense," Steve intejects harshly, he's gripping the phone so hard the plastic creaks under his fingers. Eddie's concerned gaze has him releasing the phone from his death grip in a matter of seconds, but it's hard. He's right back there, nineteen years old again, in a screaming match with his dad in the living room, a red handprint blooms over his jaw as he tells Robert Harrington to, 'go fuck himself,' one last time.

"But, you don't get to do this, it's been years mom so forgive me if--"

"Steven, I'm, I'm sick".

Steve stops, his mouth opens and closes as his mother chokes on a broken sob, it comes through tinny and harsh over the speaker.

She tells him of the diagnosis, some form of leukemia, how it's spread much more rapidly than the doctors anticipated, how she refused treatment.

"I'm not going to spend the rest of my time in a hospital with no hair in one of those godawful hospital beds if I can help it Steven".

They talk for awhile, or really Mrs. Harrington talks for another half hour while Steve stands there silently with the phone in his hands. He nods every now and again but the movements are stiff, Eddie paces around the living room, stopping in front of Steve's eyeline every now and again.

"Okay," Steve finally says, his voice cracks just slightly enough to make Eddie cross the living room towards him.

"Mom...I don't know what you expect me to do?"

"Baby?" Eddie whispers, he stands just off to the side trying to catch Steve's eye.

"No, no--no! Mom, I thought I stopped being a Harrington a long time ago, right?" Steve snarls into the receiver, "you had so many opportunities to tell Dad he was wrong but you just sat there, what else am I supposed to think except that you agree with him?"

"Baby, just hang up--"

"Mom, Ma' you have to stop, I'm not coming back, I'm so-".

His mouth snaps shut and a deep flush begins to rise up his neck and over his cheeks, his eyes glassy.

"I'm sorry you're sick, but I'm not coming back, Goodluck".

Steve removes the phone from his ear, little snippets of words and crying trickle through over the speaker as Steve places the handset back on the dock.

"Baby," Eddie tries again, he reaches out tentatively, slowly letting his hands smooth over Steve's arms at the shoulder.

Steve shakes his head, his jaw clenched as his face crumples, he lets Eddie pull him into his chest and tucks his head into the juncture of Eddie's neck and shoulder.

Steve feels Eddie bring them slowly to the floor as he tries to slow down his breathing.

"I'm so sorry baby," Eddie whispers, pillowing his check onto Steve's head, he nuzzles the fluffy hair just once and squeezes Steve tighter.

"I don't, I just, where was this when she was healthy, it's..." Steve takes a deep breath, "why now, and she's not even sorry --neither of them are," he whispers into Eddies collarbone.

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, he stays quiet, listening to Steve's breathing stop and start.

"I don't want her to be sick, but I just," he sniffles, "it's not fair, I'm so angry with her, with them both --its like they get a pass for being so shitty for so long--"

"No, no they don't, not if you don't want to," Eddie says, the words are soft but the tone firm, "you don't have to give them anything you don't want to".

"But--"

"Steve," Eddie pulls back just enough for Steve to raise his head, he lifts his hand to cup Steve's cheek, "it doesn't make you a bad person to not want to see her, to see them".

Steve starts to shake his head but Eddie's hand remains steady on his cheek.

"Do you want to see her?" He asks after a beat.

"I, I don't know," Steve pulls his lower lip into his mouth and chews the corner of it until he tastes copper, "I don't..."

Eddie tilts his head and sweeps his thumb across Steve's cheek in encouragement.

"I don't want my mom to die, I want her to want to fucking fight for herself, for me --she's just giving up again, she's just deciding to quit without even trying to be my mom," he chokes out, his voice breaks as tears finally spill down his cheeks.

"I'm not, I'm not explaining it right," Steve bites out, raising his hands to grind harshly into his eyes, "I don't want to forgive her, but I, I think I would if she would just try, I don't know what to do," he trails off as his voice wobbles and wanes, he breathes out harshly and lowers his face back into Eddies neck.

"Okay," Eddie whispers into Steve's hair as he brings Steve closer, bundling him up in his arms, "you don't have to know what to do or how to feel, especially not right now".

Eddie squeezes Steve once more before shifting to his knees to stand. He hoists Steve to his feet and leads him to the kitchen before depositing him in a kitchen table chair.

Eddie busies himself at the stove, moving the half full kettle from the far burner to the largest left coils, he flicks the element on and lowers the whistle back to alert him when the water boils.

"Did I ever tell you how I handled my mom's funeral?" Eddie asks, banishing the quiet from the room and almost startling Steve.

"I yelled at the casket," Eddie says with an air of non-chalance that does not match the words. He grabs two mugs from the cupboard before grabbing a box of tea from the pantry. He leaves the prepped cups on the counter before turning back around to face Steve.

"It was open, shouldn'ta' been," he continues with a shake of his head, "rural town, mortician wasn't used to working on overdoses so, they couldn't quite cover up the purple".

Steve reaches for Eddie's hands as he comes back to the table, in three slow strides. He smiles but a long sigh escapes Eddie as he sits in the chair next to Steve.

"I was thirteen, and I was so, so mad at her for leaving me," Eddie murmurs, "I couldn't help it, Uncle Wayne had to take me home before it was even over".

Eddie raises his head to meet Steve's eyes, "I felt like shit after though, probably cried all night once we got home".

"Im going to tell you what Wayne told me," Eddie says softly, he scoots to the edge of his seat, until his knees are brushing Steve's own.

"When you lose someone that made your life hard, you grieve more than just that person, you also grieve all that lost potential, everything you didn't have with that person," Eddie squeezes Steves hands once more before gently letting them go. He stands up as the kettle begins to squeal from the stove.

"Everything they never gave you and the possibility that they could change, it's like--like that physics guy," Eddie laughs, waving his hands at Steve's confused expression, "you know the one with the cat?"

Steve shakes his head, a small watery smile begins to bloom over his face as Eddie continues to make their tea and explain.

"You'll never know if they could have been better to you because they died, so they both are and aren't a good parent simultaneously," Eddie says, linking his fingers together, "shit, I bet Dustin could explain this better".

He walks their filled mugs over to the table and takes his seat again

"I dunno about that Eds," Steve mumbles as he wipes his eyes, "when did you get so wise?"

"'All Wayne sweetheart," Eddie hums with a soft grin that pulls at the corners of his eyes, he reaches out to wipe a stray tear from Steve's cheek, "don't tell him though, he doesn't need the ego boost".

Steve barks out a laugh, before Eddie pulls him into another tight hug, "so, you don't have to know how you feel right now, okay?"

"Okay".

Steve isn't sure how long they stay like that, but by the time Eddie let's go, their tea has gone cold.

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Unwanted animal | part 3

Summary: Because that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female!reader

Warnings: talk of killing

Word count: 1948

a/n: reminder that this series is already fully written, so sadly I can’t take any ideas into consideration!

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The slight cloud coming from her breathing is the only thing in her line of sight besides the empty corridors. The building is seemingly abandoned, as all the doors were open and windows broken, bringing in the winter coldness, but they’re still careful as they move through it.

The team is in the northernmost part of Russia, checking out a building said to be one of HYDRA’s hide outs. Although, if it was in their use, it definitely doesn’t seem to be actively used anymore.

Y/N holds her gun with both hands, pointing it forward as she creeps the hallway forward. Occasionally she hears someone talking in the earpiece she has, clear and empty being the only words. They’re all separated, everyone on a different part of the building. It’s not big, but still spacious enough to not see or hear anyone else.

Setting her hand on a door handle, she pushes the door open slowly, being cautious for any unrecognizable sounds coming from inside. She steps one foot in, then another, looking over the whole room. “Clear.” She mumbles for the others. The room is small, but it has a few cabinets in it, so she starts going through them.

Most of the lockers are empty, but one of them has a thin file with the HYDRA logo on top of it. With a hum, she flips it open. There’s only one file inside, with most of the text blacked out. After a quick glance, Y/N closes the file and stuffs it inside her suit before continuing her way forward. “This place seems like it’s completely emptied out. Take anything you can find with and circle back to the Quinjet. Let’s go back home.” Steve’s authoritative voice comes through the earpiece.

Y/N doesn’t answer, she walks deeper into the building, not having looked through all the possible nooks and crannies. Her steps are light and silent. She moves like a shadow, just like she was taught to. When she comes to the end of the hallway, her foot kicks something solid. She crouches down to inspect the item, tilting her head in recognition. It’s a ballet shoe. The pink color of it has faded and turned into something more similar to grey. It’s not in a tidy condition, showing it has clearly been used. There are holes and scratches on it, and parts of the laces are gone.

Standing up, Y/N kicks the shoe under a cabinet and starts walking back towards the entrance. Her gun is back in her holster and her steps aren’t careful anymore. She knows the building is empty.

The file and single piece of paper are splayed on a table. The Avenger’s are standing around it, trying to make sense of what’s in front of them. “That’s you?” Tony asks, looking at a picture with a child on it.

“Yes.” Biting the nail on her thumb, Y/N stares at the picture. “I don’t remember someone taking a picture of me.” She mumbles.

“You look pretty out of it.”

The old looking, blue toned picture is of Y/N laying on a medical table with her limbs tightly bound with thick belts. Her eyes are open, but she doesn’t look conscious enough to understand anything going around her. There are two scientists beside her, the other holding a large needle near Y/N’s arm. Neither of their faces are visible.

Project Super Soldier Serum

Test subject #3: Y/N [redacted]

Age of subject: [redacted]

Date of experiment: [redacted]

Start time: 04:23

End time: 09:38

Test subject is injected with serum believed to contain the ingredients of the Super Soldier serum, [redacted].

[redacted] subject behaves [redacted] effects are [redacted] bad consequences. Serum [redacted] wrong [redacted].

[redacted]

[redacted] hallucinations and paranoia.

[redacted]

Test subject reacted [redacted] death [redacted] aggressive.

Experiment results: inconclusive

Experiment will be done again.

“Do you remember anything happening in this picture?” Natasha’s soft gaze is locked on the side of Y/N’s face. She isn’t even trying to hide how she feels from the others, she’s too worried about the woman next to her.

“I-“ she takes a deep breath, she’s losing her composure, “I remember going to the experiments. I remember them telling us what they’re going to do to us. And then…then I remember waking up in my cell.” Her brows are scrunches together and eyes stuck on the picture in front of her. “Not long after waking up, someone would come tell me what happened during the experiment, but I don’t have any memories of going through it.”

“That’s okay.” Steve states, gathering up the file, having seen the look on Natasha’s face. This is enough for today. “At least now we have confirmation HYDRA is really trying to recreate the Super Soldier serum. Good work everyone, go rest.”

Y/N and Natasha walk in silence, the latter occasionally glancing to the side to see Y/N’s face. No matter how good she is at reading people, it’s always difficult to read someone with the same skill set as her. “You okay?” She asks once they near their rooms. Y/N nods silently. “Do you want to watch a movie, or something? To wind down, and stuff.” Her hand goes to the back of her neck, nails scratching it lightly.

“I’d like to be alone today, if that’s okay?” Y/N doesn’t meet Natasha’s gaze. Her hand is already resting on the handle of her door.

“Of course.”

Without saying anything else, Y/N opens the door and goes inside her room. As the door closes, Natasha frowns, her hands falling to the side of her body. She wants to be useful, to help Y/N get over her traumatic past, but she doesn’t know if she’s capable of doing that. After all, she is still struggling with her own trauma.

Muddled screams wake Natasha up from her sleep. She sits up quickly, her senses instantly heightened for potential danger. Realizing the sound came from Y/N’s room, she gets up and runs to the room next to hers. The light from the hallway allow Natasha to see Y/N’s huddled form in the middle of the bed. Her shoulders are moving up and down quickly, and her face is buried between her hands.

Natasha closes the door so the harsh light wouldn’t bother her before going to sit next to Y/N. She sets her hand on her back, moving it softly. “Hey, tell me what happened.” Her voice comes out as a whisper as if not to scare her.

Y/N shakes her head.

“Was it a nightmare?”

Moving her hands away from her face, Y/N nods. “Yes.” The whisper is almost too quiet to hear.

Natasha sets her palms on Y/N’s dry cheeks. Her thumbs rub the soft skin under them. “Do you want to talk bout it?” Shaking her head once again, Y/N leans her whole body against Natasha. After a moment of surprise, Natasha wraps her arms around her body, holding her close. “Everything’s going to be okay. The nightmares will get less frequent over time, and I’m always here to help you.”

“Can you sleep here with me, please?”

“Yeah, yeah of course. Come on, lay back down.” Moving the covers out of the way, Natasha lays down to the bed and then pulls Y/N on top of her. She throws the covers over them while Y/N hides her face in the crook of her neck. “Try to go back to sleep, you’re safe here with me.” She starts brushing her fingers through her hair. “Did the file you found today make these nightmares come?”

“I think so.” Her voice comes out as a mumble, her mouth being restricted by Natasha’s hair and neck.

Natasha hums, deciding not to say anything else and staying awake until Y/N falls back asleep.

For the next few nights, Y/N either asks Natasha to sleep in the same room with her, or she knocks on her door after midnight, asking if they could share a bed. Natasha always says yes. She cherishes sleeping next to her. It gives her warmth, and not only because she is sleeping next to another body, but some deeper kind of warmth. The kind that settles her brain and makes her feel more relaxed and refreshed once she wakes up in the morning.

It becomes a routine for them.

The more Natasha’s demeanor, and even personality, changes around Y/N, the more the other Avengers have noticed it. It is surprising for them, having always known Natasha as the calculated one who didn’t do relationships, but they like the change.

They believe Natasha has found someone who understands her and is able to help her. Someone who no matter what, stays by her side. Someone who could be her person. And everyone thinks she deserves to have that person near her, even if she doesn’t believe that. Y/N could be the one to make her realize, she deserves good, that she isn’t evil. There’s hope for her. She can wipe the red off her ledger.

They just hope Y/N is good enough for her.

“What’s your take on love?” Wanda asks Y/N, who happened to wander into the kitchen while she’s cooking.

“Love?” She leans her hip against a counter near the witch, her arms crossed over her chest. “I don’t know. I was taught to think of love as a weakness, to only use it against someone.”

“Have your feelings of love changed?”

The quiet hum of the hood vent and occasional clangs of the ladle hitting the side of the pot fill Y/N’s head. Love is a weapon. “Maybe,” she looks away from Wanda’s awaiting gaze, “I’d like it to mean something more than a leverage.”

Wanda nods with a hum. “Could you tell me about it? The Red Room, Natasha rarely talks about what happened in there.”

“We were taught to respect and fear the place, to think of our superiors as gods who have saved and blessed us. Being in the Red Room was a gift and the highest honor anyone could ever get. Which meant we were better than the rest.” She turns to look at Wanda with a small glint in her eye. “No one could take it away from us, except our superiors. So, we had to outshine each other every single day, we had to be the best, but only one could be. We were at war with our peers and there were no laws. Only when we went to missions, then we had to tolerate each other. Failed missions weren’t tolerated.”

“What happened if a mission failed?”

“They made us kill the failures.”

Wanda turns the stove off, afraid she’ll burn the food as she listens. “Did you kill many of your peers?” She’s almost scared to ask.

“Yes. I was the best.”

“You liked being the best.”

“I did. It gave me power over the others, and power in a place like the Red Room is essential if you want to survive. I wanted to live. I would’ve done anything to stay alive, and I did many terrible things.”

“Do you regret them?”

Y/N looks down. “Of course.”

“But you wouldn’t be alive if you hadn’t done them.” Wanda tilts her head. She has a sympathetic look on her eyes.

“No, I wouldn’t.”

Walking over to her, Wanda engulfs Y/N in a hug, who takes a step back in surprise, but lets it happen once the initial shock is gone. “I’m glad you’re alive.” Wanda whispers, sounding genuine.

“I am too.”

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