#or watch her sister bite the bullet

[loaksbitch]

imagine how the sully boys would react to your sudden death right after you both fought or had an argument? — i don’t know why i wrote this but i had to write the pain i’m going through.

warnings — mention of death, numb feelings, losing mate, blood mention, lmk if i have to add anything.

“i’m so sorry” — jake sully

jake would instantly know something is wrong, that something has definitely happened to you. he would fly his ikran to where his friends had called him through the neck microphone, worry settling in him.

right the moment he lands to the ground, the na’vi’s that were covering your body opened a way for him. jake doesn’t say anything, looking at their eyes and questioning what was wrong. they only gave him a sad gaze, avoiding his eyes.

he could feel his knees weakening as he kept getting closer and closer. his heart raced, mind drifting to ugly thoughts.

jake let a small whimper out when your body came to view. he swallowed the pain on his throat, blinking the tears away. you’re laying on the floor, eyes closed and your sister next to you, holding onto your lifeless hand and crying.

she would look up to his standing figure, shaking her head and crying more. jake locked eyes with her before returning his gaze back to you. he was slow when he kneeled next to your body.

your lips were dry, no life in your face like there was minutes before you two argued and left him. jake bites on his inner cheek, pushing the threatening sob down to the pit of his chest.

the world shut down, the only source of light was your body in his mind. “baby.” he says, voice cracking and ears folding to his hair. you didn't answer him and it was breaking him. “c’mon, open your eyes.” he would brush his hand on the cold skin of your cheek.

“they shot her, they shot her when she was trying to save us.” your sister cried more.

jake told you not to do anything, at least not until he gave you an order but you were always stubborn. you always said no to things he told you not to do, you were the opposite.

jake closes his eyes, sneaking his arm under your head and pulling you to his body. he just wants to be close to you. he doesn’t say anything, the na’vi people watching him in concern when he just silently hugs you close to him.

you’re dead now, you’re no longer with him.

if only you heard him, if only you stopped being a stubborn brat and followed his orders. he still remembers how he yelled at you, telling you nothing you do will be worthy.

you just wanted him to know you can protect the people. your people.

jake softly cries, tears free from his eyes. “i’m sorry.” he would cry, holding you close like you’re the only oxygen he needed. “i’m so sorry, baby.” he cries. jake was never going to forgive himself after this. no, he just can’t live happily knowing he was somehow the reason that led you to your death.

“i’m sorry.” he would whisper as he kept crying.

“she’s not answering me” — neteyam sully

you died protecting him.

neteyam won’t ever stop taking the blame, not when you died taking a bullet for him. everything was in a slow mo, you screaming his name and throwing yourself on top of him.

he felt your body fall on top of him, tumbling him down to the floor. he cursed under his breath, arms wrapped on your waist to prevent you from getting hurt. “shit.” from the corner of his eyes, he can see his brother shooting the enemies and killing them all at once.

once everything was silent, neteyam held onto your back, about to get you up but he was met with a warm liquid smearing over his fingers.

he brings his hand up to see blood all over his hand and instant panic hits him. “princess?” he tries to shake you but you’re not budging. he was fast to roll you over, him on top of you and calling your name.

you’re not answering and it was eating him alive.

“don’t play with me, pretty girl, c’mon.” he taps on your cheek, looking down to see the hole the bullet created from your side to your stomach. neteyam can sense lo’ak walking close to him and gasping when he sees the mess.

“lo’ak, she's not answering me.” the panic and pain was visible in neteyam’s voice. your eyes are closed, not breathing, it was driving your mate crazy. “LO’AK! SHE’S NOT OPENING HER EYES?!” he was in pain, cradling your face to his large hands and humming.

“c’mon baby, lo-look at me.” his breath hitches, tears blurring his vision. “please, eywa, no.” it was in a blink of an eye when he lost you, when neteyam lost you to a fucking bullet.

he doesn’t care how he was looking maniac in front of his family that got here now. he can’t live without you, it’s hard without you. nothing was worth it without you and you’re just gone like that.

neteyam won’t be able to live one moment with you no longer next to him. he can’t and won’t accept the fact you died protecting him.

“i can’t lose you.” — lo’ak sully.

lo’ak knew the trouble he causes would make him pay consequences and he knew dragging you into his problems would cost him high prices.

he doesn’t even know how things turned dark so fast, how the sound of you giggling while you two hide in the bush from the skypeople shifted to where you’re now fighting for your life and whimpering in pain.

“hang on baby, we’re almost there.” he holds you close, trying to sit you straight and help you lean on his chest while he flies you both with his ikran.

the skypeople found you two and tried to get you, but lo’ak was fast enough to get you both out of there but what he didn’t know was you had been shot on your chest while he kept dragging you by your hand.

“lo’ak, i can’t breath.” your loincloth was soaked with your own blood. lo’ak let a cry out, pressing his hand to your chest and commanding his ikran to hurry. “no, try to breath, i can’t lose you.”

he knew he was going to lose you, he knows you’re gonna die sooner or later but lo’ak was in denial. your vision was blurry but you know you’re not far from the village now. but the sad thing was you know you don’t have much time.

you’re barely conscious when the ikran lands on the camp. lo’ak sliding down before bringing you down and securing his arms under your knee and back. you cough, metalic taste on your tongue. “lo’ak…” he heard you whisper but he only shushed you, telling you not to waste your energy.

“SOMEONE HELP! MY MATE IS DYING?!” you can hear him cry, your head lolling to his chest. he knew you didn't have much time, the blood you lost was too much and was smearing on both of your bodies, your vision suddenly turned white, something pulling you down in force.

lo’ak watches the na’vi’s gasp in shock, your weight now heavy on his hold. he was scared to look down, his heart in pain when he didn't feel you breathing. lo’ak sucks a deep breath and looks at you, taking your relaxed features.

his knees were weak, he was now kneeling and placing you on the ground. “no,” he silently whispers. lo’ak glances at your chest and it’s not moving, you’re not breathing and something in him breaks. “no, no, no.” you’re gone too soon.

his bloody large palm pressing on chest, trying to get your life back. “you just can’t leave, wake up.” he cries, shaking his head. lo’ak brings your blood smeared and lifeless hand to his cheek, trying to feel your warmth but nothing was there.

“open your eyes fr’me, look at me.” he hates how the people are watching him in sympathy, his mother’s voice getting closer. your eyes are open, staring on nothing when you’re being cradled to his arm. your blood was all over his face, hand, chest.

no one knows what happened, you two were laughing when you left for a flying date but now lo’ak is back with a lifeless body of a person who he saw his future with.

lo’ak keeps crying, having your body close to him and hissing when the na’vi’s try to take you away. he knew his actions will have consequences but on eywa he never thought you were the price he was costing.

are we feeling okay? i need thoughts on this cause i can’t be the only one suffering now teehee ;D — like + reblogs are super appreciated!

i love each and every one of you sm! ** mwah

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[diejager]

ive always been meaning to ask this- but has big brother! simon ever tried to convince his little sister to... well, quit the military? or like find ways to get her out? i kinda imagine him going beserk when his lil sis gets critically hurt in any way

Cw: injury, protective Ghost, gunshot wound, blood, canon-typical violence, tell me if I missed any.

He wasn’t against you being in the air force, you were a medic, often in the safety of your field hospital or behind them in missions. He figured that the safest place for you would be beside him where he could physically protect you from any kind of harm. How could he protect you if you’re miles away? How could he prevent you from having your heart broken if he wasn’t there to prevent it from the start and stop the bastard who took it in the first place? How could he care for you if he was countries away, being flown across oceans to fight someone else’s battle?

He was sure he’d be able to protect you at all cost, doing his best to ensure your safety and livelihood in the Task Force and as his field medic. He made sure that he did everything right —until he watch you crumble behind him, curling into yourself with panicked breaths as you held your abdomen. He was confused, unable to grasp at the situation until he caught red bleeding into your fatigues, dripping down your gloves from the pressure you put on your open wound. He dropped everything to rush you to safety, behind the line of safety and back on a help for a medevac.

He watched you being wheeled away from him on a stretcher, your panting and groaning figure, abdomen blooming red and face pinched in a wince, pulled away from him with great reluctance. He stuck around, lumbering in the hall while you were in operation to take the bullet out, biting his nail and ripping his hair off until he was told to sit down by his Captain and join the rest of his team in the waiting area while you were out.

Despite being promised that the chances of your survival was at a hundred percent, Simon couldn’t eat or sleep, he spent the night in your hospital room, eyes wide open and exhausted. He was frantic when you woke up, blinking away the exhaustion and pain killers in your blood, and he relaxed, lost all the tension in his body when you smiled at him. He took two weeks of leave to care for you, watching you while you recovered from your wound.

This attack had clicked something in his mind, it made him hover over you, a lingering shadow of worry and protectiveness. He worried that if you continued on following him, coming back to the Task Force and joining them on missions, you’d risk dying. It scared him. His paranoia conjuring up images where he would come home to a cold and silent place, desolate and lacking life. He couldn’t bear to live in a world devoid of you, missing your bright light that made his heart beat, that insured that he continued on living and breathing. You were the reason he bothered living after all the shit he survived.

The only solution coming to mind was to have you retire, convince you to get out of it while you were still breathing. Perhaps keeping you grounded on land, acting as a doctor rather than a combat medic would be safer if you still wanted to work —if Simon wanted to be able to keep you within his grasp. He’d have to run it past Price first, see what his thought were on his and your situation.

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[aonungyoufuck]

Runaway

Part: Two

Pairing: Ao’nung X Sully Fem!reader

Synopsis : You had Saved Neteyam’s life. Norm and Max Extracting the Bullet but Healing the way Ronal sought to. Being kept at her side to make sure as she put it ‘your recklessness doesn’t kill you’. This leaves you to bond not only with Tsireya a bit more. But Ao’nung as well. Much to Ronal’s dismay

“Breathe how you were taught. It will help ease the pain.” Ronal’s stern voice spoke as she bandaged you up. 

As much as she wanted to hate you and your family for putting not only her people But her children in the dead center of your family’s war. She couldn’t be more thankful that no lives were lost. Not yet if she had a say in it at least. 

“Now lay down Gently. You will stay here till i see you are better”

You nodded. Gulping down a groan as you could barely breathe without any pain. 

“Your Family is allowed to see you. But do not move” Ronal ordered as she stepped outside the Marui that was not far from her own. As your luck would have it. You were the only one severely injured. Which left you lonely but also relieved no one got to see you making faces. 

“My child” Neytiri spoke as she approached you. Gently caressing your face in a form of comfort. 

“Y/n How do you feel?” your father asked you. You barely could move but made an effort to turn to look at him.

“Like death itself”

Small laughter erupted and all you could do was smile. 

“Neteyam, How do you find yourself” you asked. 

“Well sister. Thank you for saving me”

You smiled nodding a bit as you looked up ahead. Your rather not suffer Ronal’s wrath if you move too much. 

“I am to stay here. Sorry i cant be with you all”

“It is alright my child. When our duties do not interfere we will come to talk with you” your mother spoke as you enjoyed her gently grazes on your forehead.

As the oldest daughter you suppose you could enjoy taking some time away from your siblings tho at the expense of some pain “Lo’ak, Kiri, Tuk! Please do not cause more Trouble to Neteyam while i am out of commission”

You didnt need to look to know the offended gasp Lo’ak was sure to wear. “I do not cause trouble”

“Oh Eywa take me now for that is the fattest lie anyone’s ever told” You commented back sarcastically. Making Neteyam laugh and Tuk giggle. 

“But please. Keep yourself safe for i am not there to beat some sense into you guys” you said a yawn escaping your lips as you grew tired after today’s events. 

“Dont Worry. I’ll be there to keep an eye on them” Spider commented. You had almost forgotten that he had joined in again. 

“Great mother have mercy on this clan” Its not that you didn’t trust Spider to keep an eye on them. The only problem was Spider wasn’t one to back down if it looked ‘fun’

“It looks like your tired. Come on now kids lets head out and let your sister rest. Its been a long day already” Jake said as he hurdled the kids out. Your mother stayed, kissing your head as she headed out as well. 

You stayed there. Listening to the waves crash below you and all around you as you sighed. No matter how tired you were. You couldn’t find sleep. Maybe it was the pain? The quietness that was the lack of your family? Perhaps all that happened today. You did not know why. 

“I see you are awake. Much better as mother brings me food to give you” 

Turning but regretting it immediately you saw who it was. Ao’nung. Not that you have gotten terribly close. But now his face didn't initiate some sort of anger like it use to. “Oh. I would have thought only Ronal and Tsireya would come by.”

“Are you unhappy it is me?”

“Not particularly but you know what i mean”

“I know its just fun that you dont have enough bite as before”

You couldn’t really watch but you heard him set stuff aside as he sat beside you and began to feed you. Perhaps if you had witnessed this before or known before you would have rather died. But now you appreciated the gesture. 

“Tsireya will come by later to reapply some of the paste and change your wraps”

You nodded as you finished your meal. 

“You know. Now that im here i cant really deny but i am glad you are well and alive”

“Really now?”

“Is that hard to believe?”

“Not really” you spoke turning to look at him. This time the pain came from the stiffness in your neck from laying down for so long. “We may not be the best of friends but im Glad all of you are safe too you know?”

“You are strange as you are reckless you know?”

“Would you rather i have died?”

“What? No!”

You smiled.  Extending you hand to him for him to take. And reluctantly he did. All you did was gently rub his hand with your thumb. This sight would have made him hiss in anger before. His normal hand against your ‘freak’ one. But it was comforting knowing you were warm and alive and not dead. Like how you felt before. 

“If it were any of you I would also do this, you know? Not Just my family”

“But why?”

“Well i cant speak for you or for anyone really. But when you tend to know the value of a life that is not yours. You do some crazy stuff”

“Do you not value your life?”

“I do. I am thankful i'm alive right now. But I value all your lives a lot too. You are the Future of this Clan along side your sister if not you. I am without a home, remember?”

“Wow you really are strange”

“Are you saying if it was Tsireya you wouldn’t take the fall for her?”

He was quiet. For he didnt need to answer because you already knew. 

“Being the oldest makes you think the least bit about yourself eh?”

“Shut up you Skxawng”

You smiled. Yawning as you finally felt sleep welcoming you. “If i pass in my sleep. Please do not make fun at anyone else who seeks Uturu. Tho i know you made plenty progress already”

You didn't get to see his face fall. The thought of you passing was hard enough on your family he couldn’t really place why. But he feels like he’d mourn a lot as well. 

Watching you sleep he stayed there. Watching your Chest rise and fall. Perhaps he grew paranoid? Perhaps it was the drilling that he was to ‘protect all he can in the clan’ that his father made sure he knew. But he stayed there. Still holding your hand as he listened to you sleep. 

Had Tsireya not come by at night to change your paste and wounds. You wouldn’t have believed that Ao’nung sat there asleep holding your hand. 

And you may have calmed your quickened heart. 

“It seems the Wounds will take much longer to heal. But its made progress during the night”

You nodded as you listened to Ronal speak as she inspected you. “Understandable. Na’vi bodies or humans are built to take a bullet to the chest” you reasoned as you lifted your arm for her to wrap better. “However, I am feeling much better. Thank you”

“You still cannot move too much alright? I'm Afraid a nerve May have been scrapped as your arm is pretty stiff” 

You could only nod. Taking in a breather as you lowered your arm. “I thank you Tsahik. Tho i ask you how is My family”

“Out doing their Assigned jobs. Even that. Human is helping with a hunt right now”

You smiled nodding to yourself in reassurance. Flicking your fingers as you watched her go. Perhaps one day you can talk more comfortably. But you knew how stressful it was. She was to prepare for a child soon. And here you were taking up time. 

So in the silence of the home you stood and thought. Perhaps you could learn a thing or two, if she allowed it. All to help her of course make a fast delivery. Perhaps you were also just making some excuse to stay a little longer. You didn’t know. 

Time moved painfully slow and all you could really do was rebraid your hair. You silently cursing for the thick amount of hair that had managed to grow in such a small state.

You turned a little to look at the small sheer veil of a ‘door’ being moved. Tsireya greeting you and you greeting her back. 

“I see you can move more than yesterday” she says with a smile. Placing down a bowl of fruit” 

“Ah yes. Still sore. Kinda hard to rebraid my hair with just one hand”

“Would you like me to help you?”

“If you do not mind”

And without much word. Tsireya nodded, stepping behind you. And began to work with what your last hair style was. 

“Actually just braid the ends together please? I feel like i cant stand the pressure of them all in braids”

“Thats perfectly reasonable” 

You smiled feeling the hair loosen and give your head a rest. 

“You know it was kinda of sweet that My brother stayed by your side”

You could only roll your eyes. “ i still cant believe it” 

“But you better believe it. If i hadnt have to wake you You wouldn’t have believed my word” 

“Oh Eywa, I know. But its odd as to why he would stay. I mean we aren’t particularly great friends. Or really friends to begin with. I spend most my time here with you or Roxto at the very least”

“I do know. I was there for most of it” Tsireya spoke, finishing up the ends gently rubbing your hair with an oil that would help protect against the sea. “But Brother isnt at all against you guys now. Im sure now of all you guys can become friends”

‘Perhaps even more’ you silently hoped as you could only lay back down. “Perhaps in this time we can. And perhaps not.”

Tsireya smiled. Scooting the bowl closer to you. “Well I’ll leave this here for when you are hungry. Ao’nung will come by later with some more food”

You bid her goodbye. Listening to the waves. The calming of Eywa all around you. It made you thankful. Thankful to be alive at this very moment.

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[ally-holmes]

Volunteer | Aaron Hotchner x Reader

My Fanfic Masterlist | Multifandom

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Reader: no use of YN, reader is a doctor, no precise description of gender or physique of reader.

Summary: You were a volunteer for the soccer team Aaron Hotchner coaches. When you decide to bite the bullet and ask the man out, he rejects you in what you felt was a humiliating manner. As you're trying to get used to your new life without seeing Hotch every week, you get called to help with a hostage situation as they need a doctor on site. The BAU is there.

NOTE: The summary is awful but I had no idea what to say without making spoilers.

Content Warning: hurt/comfort, hostage situation, inaccurate medical procedures, inaccurate baby delivery situation, explicit labor, medical complications, and lots of blood. Again, highly inaccurate, don't come at me with your medical degrees, I'm a historian, not a doctor.

Words: 6695

Rating: Explicit (Look CW)

Volunteer | Oneshot

Soccer had always been an easy sport to introduce to children in the US, that's why Haley Hotchner played with her son at any given time since he was three. Spending his fourth birthday in hiding was tough for them and Aaron could see that. When Jack kept watching the same tape repeatedly, Aaron decided to sign his son into a soccer team.

Belonging to a team gave Jack another social group away from school and an understanding of teamwork and camaraderie. It was also the perfect excuse for Aaron to keep his phone away and focus solely on his son on the weekends. Naming it an excuse might seem inappropriate, but for Aaron, having a semi-structured schedule to drive his free time helped him to push the work aside, avoiding hyper-focusing on the paperwork he took from the bureau. His implication with the team drove the other parents to ask him to coach the team, a proposition that he accepted with the assistance of his best friend, David Rossi.

Things were fine overall.

Then you showed up one weekend with Jessica who introduced you as the volunteer who was going to take care of the children's health. Aaron did his best to control his microexpressions but the sparkling look Jessica gave him behind your back spoke volumes to him.

When Jessica Brooks told you about the infant soccer league you looked at her with an arched eyebrow. You've finally graduated from med school and work as a doctor in the ER of a hospital. After three years there, it felt like your own home and the staff you worked with were your family. Jessica had become a new addition to the hospital's cafeteria, and she was so approachable and extroverted that it was easy for her to bond with the other members of the personnel.

Of course, you knew about the tragedy that hit her family when her sister was murdered leaving a child behind, and you've met Jack on several occasions. Yet, you were unable to pin down the moment, the insinuation, or the interaction that made Jessica corner you at the end of your shift to ask you if you'd be interested in volunteering your medical abilities for her nephew's soccer team.

"It's mostly scratches or sprained ankles at its worse," she insisted. "A little bird had told me you ought to socialize away from the hospital. It will be great for you!"

"Jessica…"

"Listen, Jack's dad has accepted to be the team's coach, and although I know that it has been a ruse of the soccer moms to ogle him every Sunday morning, he's going to take it seriously. Not like, he's going to be focused on winning every single match. They don't even keep scores for that age group. What I mean is that Aaron is going to concentrate on making it fun for the children, but also safe, and his medical knowledge is limited."

"You just said it's mostly scratches and sprained ankles. You don't need a doctor for that."

"Come on!! It'll be fun!!"

"Are you trying to set me up with him or something?"

Jessica scoffed, "He's way too old for you. I highly doubt you find him anything else than stern and intimidating. However, there are younger single parents. All I'm saying is that you should spend time with people away from these walls."

You cave in, as might be expected.

Aaron Hotcher was stern and pretty much intimidating, but he was also an absolutely cute little thing with the kids, sexy, and interesting. His assistant, David Rossi, was approachable and found a way to involve you in his conversations with Hotchner.

You were eager to please as a volunteer. You were very nice to the children, who seemed to attach to you almost immediately, and the parents soon rooted for you when they knew you were a medical doctor. Your awkward smile when one of the parents told you about the weird rash that had appeared on his rear made Aaron giggle inside.

From the point of view of a profiler, he could tell you had terrible social skills that you tried very hard to overcome and improve. You were more comfortable with children than with adults, maybe because you've been hurt in the past, you may have some trust issues and second guess yourself often in social situations but never in your work. He was unable to see the classic narcissism noticeable in surgeons, instead, you had a compulsive professionalism while being warm and caring. Aaron also saw some nerdiness and geekiness in you that made his heart melt without permission.

"To think that I brushed her off when she asked me if I was trying to set her up…" Jessica's voice pulled him out of his analysis.

"Is this a setup?"

"God, no. Not an intentional one, at least. I was not expecting you two to check each other out like that."

"I did not check her out."

"Aaron, it's me. I may not be a profiler, but I know your looks. You like her already and I know that as you get to know her better, you're going to like her more and more."

"It won't happen."

"Tell yourself that."

And he did. He told himself that along with other things but when he caught your eyes lingering on him when you thought he wasn't looking he felt a boost of self-esteem. Talking to you was a treat he rarely indulged himself with. The worst thing he thought he could do was to lead you on to think he felt the same because then he would lose the restraint that prevented him from falling in love again. It was too soon. You were too young. The 'what if' list got longer and longer as months passed.

That's how, after a few months you ended up crushing hard on that man that Jessica assured you was too old for you. Oh, boy, you didn't care. After the practices and matches, you stayed with Hotch to clear the place of the things you'd used with Jack's playful help, and that's what drew you closer. You found his deadpan jokes hilarious. You lived for his small smirks or full-on laughs, the tiny movements his eyebrows made when he found something amusing, the light in his dark eyes when he looked at his son laughing about what you'd said or done. Being of assistance was your main goal for the weekends and your supervisor in the ER was more than glad to fix your schedule so you could have those moments for the soccer team.

At some point, you inevitably thought of yourself as a needy puppy when you found yourself being always the first to comply with any of Hotch's requests. Due to the lack of major injuries (or injuries in any way or form), you didn't have much to do with the team, therefore you ran errands like buying snacks, or bringing gallons of water… To be honest you would've driven all the way to San Francisco if Hotch and Dave had asked you to. It was embarrassing.

Now that you were facing a pissed-off Aaron Hotchner, you were regretting accepting Jessica's push six months ago.

Mulling over your feelings for the past few weeks, you've decided to approach him and ask him out on a date. Just some coffee, really, nothing fancy. He frowned; his eyes ran through you seeing things you were fighting to hide. Little did you know that Aaron felt at the edge of an abyss.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Aaron tersely told you, and when your eyes wandered between his looking for a longer explanation, his panic clouded his mind, and he must admit was gratuitously rude to you. "With my work consisting in profiling people, do you actually believe that your behavior had been unnoticed? I've tried to put some distance between us to avoid confusing you and apparently, it hadn't worked. I don't intend to be mean, but if your sole motivation to volunteer here is to spend time with me or look at me, I think it'll be better for all of us if you stopped coming here. We don't need a doctor, anyway. The most you've done has been cleaning Travis' wound when he fell on top of a tiny rock and his hand started bleeding.

"I am sure that you are great in your work," he slowly assured you, "but we don't need your skills here. I'm doing this to spend quality time with my son, and I cannot enjoy it if my attention is on your stalking behavior."

"Stalking?" You whispered confused.

"It's not the appropriate word. I'm sorry. Just… This is a safe space for the kids to have fun, and we, parents, are here because of that. You have no connection with any of them, not the children and not the adults."

You press your lips to avoid pouting. The last thing you wanted was to break in front of him after that awful humiliation. Handing him the cones you'd collected, you had nothing else to do there, and knowing just how unwanted your presence was prevented you from saying goodbye to Rossi and Jack as you usually did.

Aaron's grip on the cones hurt his hands as he followed you with his eyes, a storm breaking in his chest. When instead of going towards Dave and Jack you kept walking out of the field, the old profiler looked at him across the field with concerned eyes. He bowed his head in shame.

Hiding from Jessica at work was easy for you, at least for the first few days after the humiliation, but on Wednesday, you decided to bite the bullet and face her. After sharing some pleasantries, you smiled sadly at her before telling her what you actually wanted to say.

"I don't know if Hotch has told you, but I asked him out for a coffee. He rejected me, of course," you laughed self-depreciatingly. "Um… I'm going to quit volunteering on the soccer team. Could you make sure he understands it is because I cannot face him after how he did it, and not because I'm unable to stop stalking him?"

"He said you were stalking him?"

"Not exactly. He said I had stalking behavior, apparently. I didn't notice. I– I've been fighting very hard to act normal around him. I promise that if he had just rejected my advances I would've kept my volunteering. I mean, it would've been awkward but I really do enjoy being out there. He made it pretty clear that I've been making him uncomfortable, and that's something I can't gut. Um… So, yeah, that's that."

Hotchner did not have it that easy to hide from his sister-in-law. Jessica narrowed her eyes at him when he came back home from a long work trip in Texas. As he asked about Jack, worried that her sour mood had to do with something regarding his son, she sighed crossing her arms.

"You told her you felt stalked? Really?"

Understanding washed over him.

"I might've misused the word," Aaron took accountability for his mistake.

"I cannot believe you can be so dumb! Aaron, she likes you! And you like her too, don't try to lie to me."

"She's too young and–"

"You're scared. That is normal, but listen to me, you deserve to be happy again. I'm pretty sure that a doctor will understand your crazy schedule better than anyone else. Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"It's done. Forget about it."

Pressing her hands against her eyes, Jess tried to calm down her anger. "Fine. I'm going to leave you alone, just one thing, Aaron, you've hurt her pretty badly and if you don't fix your mistake soon, you're going to miss your opportunity. She's a nice person, and she deserves better than to be humiliated that way."

"It wasn't my intention."

"Just because there was no ill intention in your behavior, does not mean that you're innocent of the damage you've caused." Gathering her things, she headed out the door. "Oh, and by the way, she asked me to tell you that she won't be volunteering for the team anymore. Not because she's unable to stop stalking you, but because the way you're rejected her made her believe that her presence is unwelcome and makes you uncomfortable, so… Well done."

Aaron did not give much thought to that until the weekend rolled over and you weren't there. While the parents and guardians were concerned about your well-being, the children stubbornly refused to start without you on the field because in their minds you were an essential part of the team, just as the coach was. Dave caught him lost in his mind more than once, but he never said anything out loud.

Three weeks after leaving the soccer team you were still surprised at how much you missed it. Weaver gave you all the hours you asked for to work on the weekends in order to fill your mind with work instead of daydreaming about how much fun the kids must've been having. Jessica told you once that Travis had scratched his knees but refused treatment even from his dad as he cried calling for you. That touched your broken heart; knowing that the little ones appreciated your presence even if it was irrelevant meant so much to you.

That Sunday you'd been working since Saturday morning treating everything from mild intoxication to hardcore injuries. Adrenaline was still pumping in your veins as you tore the yellow gown off to deposit it in the bin with the gloves you just used on the car-crash patient that Coleen was taking to the OR. Cracking your neck, you grabbed your white coat from where you'd dropped it to attend to the emergency. Slipping it on top of your scrubs (a patient had vomited on you during the night which forced you to change clothes) you approached the admission desk.

"Got something for me, Jerry?"

"Take your pick," he pointed to the row of histories.

"That's not fair! How is it I cannot pick?" said a petulant voice next to you.

"Because you're a student, Natalie. Here, take this. Seems the patient needs sutures."

"That's all I'm doing. Sutures, sutures, sutures," she mumbled as she went to gather the patient.

That's when a known figure caught your eye in the waiting room. Frowning, you looked at the histories, finding two familiar names. With the documents in your arms, you cross the waiting room towards them.

David Rossi was nursing his injured arm against his chest, standing next to Aaron and Jack, who were seating in the waiting room. He saw you at the admissions desk looking through the histories before taking two of them and walking straight towards him. That's when he knew it had been a good idea to make Aaron drive them to this concrete hospital. Aaron's eyes were locked on his son's injury, therefore he tensed slightly when he heard your voice after so long.

"Why, good morning, Jack," you cheerfully greet the young child that's sitting in his father's lap, who was pressing a towel against his son's head. "Didn't you have a match today?"

"I got hurt," the boy pouted although you could see he was enduring the pain.

"Why won't you come with me? Come with us, Dave," the man nodded with a glint in his eyes.

You haven't even glanced at Aaron's face, afraid that you may compromise your patient's needs by remembering the humiliating rejection you've suffered.

When he gathered the courage to look at you, his heart clenched in need as, for the first time since he'd known you, your beautiful eyes never landed on him. Not even once.

With Jack seated on a bed in the ER, you removed the towel finding a small wound surrounded by dry blood. It was puffy and bluish. Rossi explained that Jack had passed out while on the field and he had launched to get him, failing, and hurting his wrist on the landing.

"Very well, Jack, I'm going to ask you to do something for me," you said putting your penlight away after looking at the response in his eyes. "I want you to touch your nose with your fingertips, then pull the arms as far away as you can, and touch your nose again," you demonstrated what you wanted and the boy did it without trouble. "Well done. Now follow my finger without moving your head. That's right… Very good, Jack. Give me your hands. Grab mine as hard as you can. Good. Now," you put your hands on top of his feet, "try to push my hands up. As hard as you can. There you go. Okay.

"I'll listen to your heart now." After that and checking his reflexes, you sat on a small stool by the bed and asked him a few questions to evaluate his mental state. He was shy at first, but then he started babbling coherently, which was a good sign. "Jack, did you feel bad before the match?"

The boy looked at his dad and at Rossi, "No."

"I might not be a profiler, but that seems like a lie to me. Do you want to try again?"

"I– I had a tummyache."

"When you went to the bathroom, was your poop very liquid?"

"Yeah…"

"You didn't tell your dad?" Jack shook his head, regretting it immediately. "Why not, sweetheart?"

"I want to spend time with him, but if he's the coach and I can't play, then I have to go with Aunt Jess or look from the sidelines. That's not fun."

"Perfectly understandable. Does your tummy hurt still? No? When was the last time you ate something?"

Opening the history, you scrabble and check several squares before facing Aaron Hotchner for the first time, pulling your most professional façade on. He was waiting, observing every single move with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't see any symptoms of concussion. Jack doesn't even react badly to the light when pointed directly at his eyes. I believe that he's caught the stomach bug that's been running among children for the last few weeks and he's dehydrated due to the diarrhea.

"I'm going to run some blood tests, just to be certain. Although the headwound is superficial I'm aware that you'll feel better if we take some X-rays. I'll give him some fluids, clean the wound, and he'll be free to go if the tests come back clear.

"Once at home, lots of liquids. Water, Gatorade… Bland food, the usual. Keep him awake at least until his bedtime, that way you'll be aware of something bad happening. It's not going to happen anything bad, though."

He nodded, unable to find his voice after feeling the way your eyes stabbed him. Aaron Hotchner made a life out of analyzing people and he could see how hard you were trying to stand composed in front of him, to hide how strongly he had hurt you.

"Now you, Dave," you palped his wrist and scrunched your nose. "It's not broken. I think it's dislocated. I'm going to send you to X-rays with Jack, that way you keep each other company, and we'll see what's the situation with your wrist before trying to put it in place. Any questions? None? Good. Haleh," you called the nurse, "blood tests and fluids for the little man. A round of X-rays for both of them."

"On it."

"Need some help!!" Carter yelled while running towards the entrance of the emergency where an ambulance was dropping an injured and bloody patient.

"I'll be back when the X-rays are done," you promised the three men before running for the second ambulance. "What do we have?"

As the paramedic was explaining the patient's situation, she started to code which made you copy one of Carter's most dramatic moves and jump on top of the gurney to start compressions as the paramedics kept pushing it toward box two.

"That's really cool," Jack whispered mesmerized by the display of action. Aaron caressed his son's head with love.

Time went by, busy as always in the ER so your hands were full with both complicated and easy cases. Rossi, Aaron, and Jack spent the time waiting for the X-rays before waiting in the ER again; it didn't annoy them much, and they understood how it worked. Overall, they were all aware that they would still be waiting for their turn if you hadn't been working that day and saw them in the waiting room.

You were exhausted when you saw the three men again. Haleh handed you the X-ray complaining about how rude the technicians were when overloaded with work. Greeting them again, you put Jack's rays on a light panel close by.

"Look, Jack. This is your head. Can you see these circles? Those are your eyes. Now, this is the side where you had hit your head. There's no trace of damage in the bone," you looked at Hotch to make your message clear. "I can see that the fluids bag is almost empty. That's a good sign. Blood tests came back clear as well. Jack is fine. As I said before, liquids and bland food until the stomach bug is over.

"Let's see Dave's hand now…" You changed the rays. Rossi's wrist had been dislocated, as you thought.

Getting ready the needed stuff for the cast before placing the wrist in place, you explained everything to Jack who watched your moves like a hawk. Using Rossi's distraction, you pull his hand, putting his bones in place. It hurt him, and he cursed under his breath so you gifted him with your most innocent smile.

"You need the cast to avoid hurting your wrist more. Be more careful, David."

"As you say, Doc."

Carter's voice calling for you prevented you from pointing out his age. You turned to see him pointing to the board. Right, your shift must've been over three hours ago. Thumbs up you wink at him before turning your attention to your patients once again.

"I'm going to put you in the cast while Jack's bag completely empties, and then you guys can leave. Sounds good?"

"Who is that?" Jack asked.

"Doctor Carter," you simply say, focusing on the cast.

"Is he your boyfriend?" the child insisted. Aaron tensed with his son's boldness.

"Nope."

"Jack, it's not nice to ask those questions," Hotch reprimanded, making him pout.

"I just want to understand why she's not coming anymore." That admission stabbed him right in the heart.

"I'm not coming because you don't need me, Jack," you smiled at him. Another stab clenched Hotch's chest, he'd told you that.

"But we want you there!! It's not the same without you."

"That's very sweet, but it doesn't change the situation. This is done. Haleh will take that out of you, Jack. Be good," you pointed to both of your patients, ignoring Aaron once again.

Leaving them behind, you approached the admission counter to fix the paperwork when Carter cornered you with his cheeky expression and half smile. You rolled your eyes, putting your arms up in surrender.

"Fine. Fine. I'm leaving. See? This is me leaving."

"You better get out of my ER before another ambulance comes by."

"Meany."

"Out."

Rossi hummed watching the interaction just as Aaron's jaw set in distaste. "Is that jealousy or envy?"

"Not now, Dave."

It didn't take you too long to get ready to leave the hospital, and just at the moment you were crossing the doors you saw an ambulance come to a halt. Standing on the tip of your toes, you try to take a good look at the patient but Carter gave you 'the look' and you gave up. You just wanted to keep yourself busy. It was lunchtime and although you wanted to eat, you didn't want to do it all alone in your small apartment.

Walking towards the bus stop, you pulled out your phone thinking about ordering from the Indian restaurant close to your place and picked it up on your way. With a sigh, you decided you were not that hungry anyway.

Once in their home after that long morning in the ER, Aaron tried to pry the real feelings from his son, who openly told him that yes, he missed you and that he thought that you two were going to date in the future.

"You smile way more when she's on the team, Daddy," he had told him.

His resolution was clear, he was going to confront you, take accountability for his mistake, and beg you for a chance. Work prevented him from doing it right away.

You didn't hear from the Hotchner men or David Rossi for the next few days, which you anticipated, but when Saturday rolled up you found yourself in an ambulance next to Doctor Carter and Nurse Patton running to attend a hostage situation.

The place is a grocery store. Hostages are pressed against its windows to prevent the shooters from having a visual of the suspect. There's a control area with local agents and the FBI, and as you're led there by an officer, you locked eyes with Aaron Hotchner. He seemed composed and focused, but the moment he saw you his frown deepened and his skin ashen.

The three of you were introduced to the agents and you let Carter take control of the situation. He's older than you, your superior, and he had proved his leadership countless times in the hospital.

"The unsub is desperate. He is a father who's seen his world crumbling in the last few months as social services threatened to take his children from him," Rossi explained to all of you.

"He's compassionate with other people but he won't hesitate to kill in order to keep the custody of his children. He has asked for a medical team as there's a wounded hostage and a pregnant woman in terrible pain," the agent introduced as Emily Prentiss continued.

"He is reckless. He's cornered and that makes him dangerous. Under no circumstance try to approach him, antagonize him, or contradict him. Understand? He's volatile at this point and if he believes that you are the enemy, he will kill you on the spot." Although Hotchner's words were meant for the three of you, his eyes never left you for too long.

"Is there any plan?" Carter asked.

"He'll be distracted with you there. You just have to focus on doing your job. There's a CCTV system with video and audio that still work. We have eyes and ears on you."

"Fair enough. Patton, when we get in, you and I will attend to the wounded. You," Carter pointed at you, "go to the pregnant and check on the baby."

"Understood."

"Let's get you inside."

Following Agent Morgan to the end of the perimeter your heart quickened its beating rate pumping your blood faster through your veins boosted by the adrenaline raising in your system. The unsub, as the FBI called him, ordered the bunch of you to show that you weren't armed before allowing you to enter.

The man, in his late fifties but athletic, was sweating profusely. His eyes never focused on a spot for too long. His hands were running through his hair, drying his face, fidgeting anxiously. Saying that he was unstable was a huge misunderstanding. When Carter asked for his name, the man mumbled Eli almost unconsciously before cursing and aiming at the doctor with his gun claiming that they weren't there to talk to him.

Carter calmly explained his plan of action to Eli before proceeding. Patton and Carter found the wounded victim bleeding in abundance from a bullet wound in his thigh. As they worked fast and efficiently on it, Eli hovered over them with guilt written all over his face. The man kept promising that it had been an accident, that the gun had shot itself because the victim kept talking and talking. Carter deemed the wound not life-threatening itself as it hadn't pierced the artery; however, Eli wasn't sure how long it had been since the man was bleeding, which made the situation delicate still.

Meanwhile, you've approached the pregnant woman asking for her name with a soft calming smile on your face. Patty was focused enough to tell you that this was her first pregnancy, that she had gone to the grocery store craving pickles and peanut butter, and that she was in huge pain that had increased in the last few minutes. Putting on some gloves, you informed her that she needed a pelvic exam to see if everything was alright, but you started the exploration by touching her belly and auscultating both her chest and her belly in order to find a trace of the baby's heartbeat if possible. After that, you pulled up her dress finding a concerning hemorrhage.

"Alright, Patty. Can you tell me how often it hurts?" You removed her bloody underwear before proceeding to the exam and… "You're in labor."

"No. No. No. There's no way. It's early still. It's early."

"That makes your baby a bit impatient," you joked kindly.

The most important thing was that Patty remained as calm as possible, which wasn't much. After noticing how dilated she was, you found the baby's head ready to start its journey into the world. Then you palpated it. The umbilical cord was surrounding the baby's neck. As Patty started to scream you could feel the baby moving forward as she was pushing.

"No, Patty. Don't push."

"It hurts!"

"I know it does, but you can't push just yet. Mister Eli," you called for the unsub, "this woman is in labor and she needs a hospital."

"She's not leaving!!"

"I'm not making a suggestion, I'm stating a fact," you sternly answered piercing him with your determination. You weren't scared of him. "If this woman and her baby die here, it would be your fault."

Eli ran towards you pushing his gun to your forehead, you didn't even blink refusing to show weakness. "Then do your job."

"Oh, I'm going to. I'm not a miracle worker, though. And I need help."

Outside, in the control center, Aaron was losing his cool. On the inside, of course, he rarely broadcasts his emotions. Dave knew him well enough to put his castless hand on top of his friend's crossed arms to give him support.

"She's strong," whether it was a statement or a reminder, they didn't know.

The fact that you weren't cowering under Eli's aggressive behavior broke his resolve allowing two of the hostages on the windows to help you. One of them volunteered because she was a med student; she had been helping the wounded man before the arrival of the ambulance. You asked her to monitor Patty as the other volunteer helped you handing you whatever you needed at the moment.

Trying to calm down Patty, you winked at her as if saying that her condition wasn't as grave as you'd told the unsub. Focusing your senses on your hands, you tried to remove the umbilical cord from the baby's neck without hurting it or the mother. It took some time and deep breaths but in the end, you were able to move it around freeing the neck. Patty was close to collapse, sweaty and exhausted. You asked her to push with every contraction. Head out. Another push and there came the shoulders. Another big one and the baby was limp between your hands, blue and unresponsive. Clamping the cord, you cut it before depositing the infant on top of a bunch of towels the volunteer had gathered from the end of the store for you. You start the baby's reanimation.

"She's passed out," the med student told you anxiously.

Without stopping your compressions you saw Patty unconscious, bleeding way too much.

"Carter!!"

"I'm not done yet," he shot you a look across the place.

"Fuck… She hasn't expulsed the placenta yet, Carter."

"She has to go to a hospital," Carter spat to Eli.

"No one is leaving until they gave me my children back!!"

The newborn made a complaining sound before starting to cry. Taking a deep breath, you auscultated her to make sure that everything was fine. You wrapped her on the towels and handled her to the volunteer with the order of keeping her warm and to make sure that if she stopped breathing at any moment, you were called.

Turning your attention to Patty there wasn't much you could do at the moment. Her heart rate was decreasing, and she kept losing blood. There was a hospital a mile away, she could make it and they would be able to help her before it was too late.

"Under no circumstance try to approach him, antagonize him, or contradict him," Hotchner's words danced in your head as you got up from the floor peeling the damp gloves.

Fuck it.

"Are you happy now?" You spat at Eli. Carter's patient was receiving CPR uselessly.

"Don't move," Eli pointed his gun at you.

"You know? The officers out there told us that you were a compassionate man. That you just wanted your children back. I thought I could understand you then, you were just a father loving his children and wanting to be with them."

"Exactly!! I'm–"

"You're not," you calmly cut his outburst shocking him. "You're a disgusting piece of garbage. Did social services take your children? Well, if you behave out there just as half as you did here I'm surprised they didn't take them sooner."

"Shut up!!"

There was a commotion outside when Aaron grabbed his gun and headed towards the perimeter, Morgan and Rossi caught him before he could even take a step away from them. Dave took the gun out of his grip.

"What's wrong with you?" Morgan demanded.

"She's going to get herself killed!"

"I know this is tricky for you, but you can't just break protocol, Aaron."

"Dave, she's inside and–"

"She's giving us an opening," Reid's absent voice ran through them. "Look, he's so focused on her and their argument that we can approach the store and take him without him noticing."

After a moment of studying the situation, Hotch took his gun again and nodded. "Let's get ready."

They put on the earpieces that kept reproducing the conversation that was taking place inside the store in order to give them the correct tempo.

"Look at what you've done," you pressed. Your voice was low and stern, completely calm as you kept approaching him cornering him against the counter of the store without him noticing. "A woman that still had time to become a mother, is now dying on the floor because of you. A man is dead because of you."

"It was an accident. I– The gun–"

"They could've lived if you had left them to leave to a hospital. Compassionate, they said," you snorted in mockery. "You're just a selfish bastard that would kill his own children if they disobeyed."

"That's not true!! Not true. I never touched them. I– I'm a good man."

"You're a murderer. Funny thing how you assumed your children aren't here yet because the police won't take them, but you know the truth, don't you? They don't want to have anything to do with you."

"No!"

"They know what you are and they don't want to be with you."

It was fast. One second Eli was an anxious and sweaty mess moving from side to side with unfocussed attention, and the next he was ready to shoot you between the eyes. However, your change was just as fast. One second you were approaching him slowly, and the next you hit him in the face with your elbow in a perfect move. Eli lost his balance falling face-first to the floor. You kicked the gun away before he grabbed you, pulling you underneath him. He punched you in the face before Carter hooked his head with his arm tearing him away from you. The door burst open and the FBI took Eli away.

In the mess that was taking the unsub away from the store, checking on all the hostages, and guiding the EMT to the injured, Aaron was unable to take a proper look at you which made him feel antsy.

With Patty and her baby in an ambulance and all the hostages safe, except for the wounded man that had perished, Hotchner approached you. His stern demeanor hardened his set jaw and frowning brow.

"We had video and audio from the inside. What you did was reckless. What were you thinking? Did you not pay any attention to what I had to say before you got in? Eli Marsh could've–"

"I did my job, Agent Hotchner. I'm a doctor and my job is to help people in need. My patient was losing blood and she needed a hospital, so I got her out of there. I'd do it again if needed."

Before he could say something else, Rossi called for you to make your statement.

Aaron saw you leaving with steady feet and felt his chest puff with pride at how brave you'd been. Dave's look in the distance made him take a deep breath and handle the situation as the Unit Chief he was; he needed to clear his mind.

Back at the office, the team dispersed to complete their paperwork. He had no idea how long he'd been surrounded by papers to fulfill, but as he was writing his statement, his mind wandered away, and the images of you confronting and insulting a volatile unsub with such a strong stance and calm tone assaulted him.

A soft know in his office door pulled him away from that helpless memory. David Rossi observed him with those profiler eyes.

"Yes?"

"Stop being this stupid, Aaron. Go to her."

"I'm not done."

"There's no rush. Plus, Morgan and I will take care of all the paperwork that doesn't need your direct participation."

Looking out of his window to the bullpen he saw his whole team looking back at him. They all knew.

"Go." His friend insisted.

Despite the dangerous situation and nerve-wracking job, you had to perform that day, you went back to your hospital to check in with your bosses. Weaver gave you, Carter, and Patton the rest of the day off as well as the day after that. Patton left immediately, but Carter and you procrastinated for almost two hours in the staff room talking about the day.

When Carter decided he had energy enough to go home, he offered you a ride and you gratefully accepted. Heading out of the ER door, it took you a couple of glances to acknowledge that the silhouette you were seeing was actually there and not a side effect of the stressful day you'd had.

"Go ahead," you told Carter. He looked between the man and you as the distance shortened. He didn't seem pleased with leaving you alone but did it nonetheless. "Agent Hotchner," you greeted him. "Is there anything else I had to do with the case today?"

Shying away, Hotch fixed his tie, "This isn't an official visit. I just– Are you hungry?"

"That depends. Why are you asking?"

"I want to buy you dinner."

"Why?"

You weren't going to make it easy for him and when he noticed he smiled slightly. "Because I like you and I've been an asshole lately and today I– I was terrified when I saw you come down from the ambulance. I'm not ready to have you out of my sight."

"That sounds concerning."

"I'm sorry about what I said when you asked me out. I– I pushed you away because I wasn't sure about how long I could keep my distance. I wasn't fair and I know it. This doesn't have to lead to anything, but…"

"Nothing fancy, though."

Smiling more broadly, Aaron nodded. "Nothing fancy," he promised making a gesture towards his car.

The end.

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To The Flame chapter nine

Series masterlist

Pairing: Dark Javier Peña x Fem!reader

Chapter word count: 2.1k

Chapter tags/warnings: fluff, angst, manipulation, anxiety

Chapter summary: Making this move is going to be tougher than you thought...

A/N: Hey babes! Sorry for the short chapter, but I'm super excited because after this, things are going to get real dark real quick. We can really see some of the first big bits of manipulation here. I already have so many deliciously dark scenes written, and I can't wait to share!

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The next couple of days are chaotic, full of making arrangements for flights, organizing through all of your possessions, and figuring out what bills need to be discontinued. It’s a lot to handle, but Javi takes it in stride, making sure you don’t have too much to worry about. 

He handles most of the interactions and arrangements when he’s not working, leaving you to get the little things done. Even though you’re not tasked with much, it’s still extra stressful to deal with after just having moved a few weeks prior.

You barely have any time together since Javi’s running around trying to get everything done in time, so you savor the moments when your schedules actually align. It’s mostly at night, after he gets home, and the two of you will eat dinner together and then do whatever you have the energy for. 

Today’s the first day he’s been given off since he found out about the promotion, and if everything goes according to plan, he should be off until the move. The two of you have gotten everything you’d needed to do today knocked off the list, and decided that you deserve a bit to relax instead of more packing. 

You both sat and watched TV for the better half of the day, all the fans on and the windows open in an attempt to cool off. The house is fucking sweltering thanks to having to cancel the A/C. It’s one of the hottest days you’ve had all year, because that figures. 

Both you and Javi have peeled off your shirts, leaving you in your bra and shorts, and him in his usual jeans. Despite the lingering looks thrown each other’s way, you both know it’s too hot to engage in celebratory activities right now. 

Javi’s on the phone in the living room while you prep some sandwiches for lunch to use the rest of what you have in the fridge. It’s likely that the next few days will be filled with an ungodly amount of fast food and diners. 

You finish putting the sandwiches together and slip back into the living room with two plates, handing one to Javi as he hangs it back up on the reciever. 

“Here you go baby.” 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Javi smiles at you. 

You take a seat next to him on the couch and the two of you eat in silence, too tired to have much to say. You’re both off in your own worlds, you thinking about what you have left on your checklist; sort through clothes, pack pictures, get the dishes organized, call your sister. 

You stop on that one, resisting the urge to cringe. You haven’t called her since you moved, and she has no way of getting to you. You feel like a coward but you almost don’t want to face her. You’ve done nothing wrong, and yet you almost feel like you’d abandoned her and moved on. 

You know she wouldn’t think that, but it’s still a nagging concern in the back of your mind. What would you even say? Just tell her that you’re moving? You don’t know your address for Columbia yet, but the least you could do is let her know what’s going on. 

You finish your sandwich and sigh, making Javi glance your way. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” 

“Yeah, just tired,” you tell him after a second, deciding you don’t really want to explain the way your entire thought process just went. 

“I’m sorry, baby. We could take a nap if you want?” 

You smile at him. “ I Might have to take you up on that in a minute.” 

You gesture for his empty plate and he hands it to you, offering to do the dishes instead. You, of course, shoot him down. It doesn’t take you long, but you’re able to convince yourself to bite the bullet as you’re sticking the plates in the drying rack. 

You walk into the hall with the phone, drying your hands on your shorts as you go. Javi’s brows furrow as he watches you pick it up. 

“What are you doing?” 

You pause on dialing and look up at him to where he’s still sat on the couch. 

“I’m going to try to get a hold of my sister to tell her we’re moving.” 

Javi sits up a bit, suddenly more energetic than he has been all day. “You can do that later, can’t you? Come see me.” He flips his palm up and reaches for you the tiniest bit. You smile warmly at him. 

“Just give me one second, it’ll be quick,” you tell him. He frowns. 

“I’ll be quick too. Just a kiss?” He smiles hopefully up at you and you melt a bit before giving in. 

“Alright, just a kiss, no more, you bad man,” you laugh at him as his smile widens the closer you get. 

You lean down to meet his lips, and then you’re being pulled forward, giggling as you land in his lap. His mouth immediately finds yours as he pulls you into him, trapping your body against his. 

“Baby,” you laugh, trying to pull away. “I’ve got to call her!” 

Javi hums to signify that he heard you, but doesn’t let up from the sloppy kisses he’s planting on your neck and chest. You can’t help the small moan that slips as he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot. 

“M, Javi, I’m being serious honey,” you try again. “I need to get in touch with her before they cut off our service.” You try to push yourself up, but his arms tangle more tightly around you. 

“Javi, quit,” you’re not joking around anymore. You’re a little concerned that the service is going to be cut off sometime today, since it was the day you were supposed to pay for it. You’ve already put off calling your sister for too long just out of nerves, and now you don’t want to miss your chance. 

You push against him, trying to pry his arms away, and this, combined with the seriousness ebbing into your tone, finally catches his attention. He looks up at you, a slight pout on his full lips. 

“I just need to let her know,” you say, waiting for him to loosen his grip, but he only sighs. 

“Honestly, I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart,” he admits, looking at you with genuine concern. 

You frown, a bit taken aback. 

“What do you mean?” 

He sighs again and looks down past you, almost like he’s getting ready to explain something to a small child. You don’t like the way it makes you feel like such. You’ve noticed recently that he has a tendency to make you feel like a kid, though you don’t think it’s intentional. The age gap definitely doesn’t help either. It makes you worry sometimes that you’re too immature for him, even though you know you’re not in the slightest. 

“I don’t think you should tell anyone you’re leaving,” he explains. 

“What? Why? She’s my sister, she deserves to know.” You have no idea where this is coming from. You’ve told him about your relationship with your sister, how it’s nothing like your connection with your parents. 

“Can you really trust her not to tell your parents though? Or them to not listen in? They don’t need to know your address.”

You shift uncomfortably in his lap, getting agitated with his protests. 

“Javi, I’ll literally be in a different country, I don’t think it matters even if they do.” 

His lips press into a thin line and breathes deeply through his nose. He unwraps his arms from around you to place his hands on your hips, holding you steady as he looks back into your eyes. 

“Honestly, sweetheart, it’s my job. My superiors want me to limit who knows our address, especially if it’s not someone we can completely trust.” 

Your stomach sinks at this. It makes sense, and you don’t want to do anything that could jeopardize his position, but leaving your sister with no explanation? She’s done nothing to deserve that. 

“But I–” 

He cuts you off with a pointed stare, his jaw ticking slightly. 

“I’m not asking for much here. It’s just one thing. You really can’t do that?” 

Your ears heat with shame as you swallow down bile rising into your mouth. You cast your gaze down so you don’t have to look at him with your embarrassment. You’re being selfish again, and you both know it.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t think,” you apologize quietly through the lump in your throat. 

Javi’s hand comes to your chin, raising your eyes back to his and seeing the sheen in them. He tuts sympathetically and cradles your head to his chest, petting your hair in a soothing motion. 

“I know it’s hard, honey. I’m sorry it has to be like this.” 

You nod into his shirt, a tear slipping down your cheek despite your efforts to keep them in. You feel extremely overwhelmed all of a sudden. 

He hushes you and lets you cry silently into his chest, whispering encouragement as he rocks you gently. 

“You’ll be okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” 

And you know you will be, it just doesn’t seem like it right now. 

*****

You have pretty much everything else packed within the next few days. It was honestly miserable having to put everything away after you’d just put it out, both in a physical and emotional sense. You don’t know how many times you had to remind yourself that you were doing this for Javi, that he deserved it. 

That fact definitely softened the blow, but not enough so that the sadness was completely snuffed. And now knowing that you’ll have to pretty much cut contact with your sister, who is also your only friend, it’s been a hard pill to swallow. It’s going to be hard leaving everything behind, but you’re willing to do it for your husband. Hell, he’s the one that got you here in the first place—it’s the least you could do. 

You leave for Columbia tomorrow, most of your stuff already in the process of being moved to the apartment Javi was assigned to. Well, most of the stuff you were able to move anyway. You’ve had to pick and choose what you want to bring with you, and what needs to stay at the old house for storage. The apartment isn’t very large, so there’s no way to take everything. Another thing that saddens you. 

You’d picked through all of your clothes and decided to put all your dresses into a box for storage and take everything else. There’s no sense in bringing them since you’ll likely not have a need for them. There’s only a couple that you stuffed in with everything else, just in case. You’re also bringing your books, some photos, and some sentimental things from your childhood. 

Javi’s bringing about the same. Just his everyday clothes, a suit or two, and some of his personal items. It all got loaded onto a little trailer, and Javi took it either to the old house or to the airport. 

You’re left now with just the bare minimum in the house. A few kitchen items, the couch that you won’t be able to move, and the mattress that you’ll be taking tomorrow. You’re both laying on that now, you with a book in your hand, and Javi reading through some paperwork. 

He received his assignments a couple of days ago, and he’s been looking through to memorize most of the important stuff. It sounds like there’s going to be a lot less office work in his future.

You put your book down, huffing a dramatic sigh. 

“Javi?” 

“Yes, sweetheart?” 

“I’m bored.” 

He puts his paperwork down, rubs his eyes, and purses his lips at you. 

You smile at him, and he can’t resist the way his lips tug up as well. You crawl over to him, situating yourself into his side, and hand your book to him. 

“Read to me.” 

He sighs at you but takes the book. 

“I’m probably going to be slow.” 

“That’s okay.” 

“Alright, fine. You’re lucky you’re cute.” 

You smile wider, snuggling further into his body as he clears his throat and picks up from the page you left off on. Your eyes close as you listen to the sound of his gravelly voice somehow smoothing out as he gets into the groove of the love story. 

Before long, your eyes start to get heavy and you have to actively resist the urge to fall asleep. He’s not even a chapter in when you’re lulled to sleep by his voice and the ceiling fan running in the background.

**** Hope you enjoyed this chapter! It wasn't my favorite but some of these next ones are, so stay tuned 😈

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Monthly Visit- J. Seresin

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x shy!female word count: 1.4k warnings: periods, teenage boys, tooth rotting fluff main masterlist Opposites Attract masterlist

A/N: my monthly visitor is here and I want to die:) so here's some Opposites Attract Jake fluff because I need it. also…. SEND IN REQUESTS:)

Hangman grew up with sisters, so this was nothing new to him. He should’ve seen the signs but he completely missed them all. He knew there was something up with her when she was more sensitive to his touch, or how she seemed to get upset easier, or when she completely cut their date night short to go home cause she wasn’t feeling well. It had gone on for about a week, and Jake was starting to get suspicious of her behavior. Yes, she was still a shy person, but Jake thought that they had gotten past that barrier. He thought they had gotten to the place where they told each other everything. 

Jake was feeling a little off put as they sat on opposite ends of the couch like they were teenagers at his parents house watching a movie. Y/N’s eyes were trained on the movie, some romcom that she had picked, and Jake had a hard time paying attention to the movie, more worried about her. Every so often she would shift around, letting out a small whimper as she did. He also noticed that every so often she would fight back tears at a scene that wasn’t even really all that sad. 

“What’s going on with you?” Jake asked, turning his body to completely face her on the couch. 

“What do you mean? I’m fine,” Y/N said, quickly looking at him and then back to the movie. 

“You’ve been acting weird for the past week, and now. . . you’re crying at Heath Ledger singing some song to Julia Stiles,” Jake said, and reached forward grabbing the remote pausing the movie, “What’s wrong? Talk to me. I’m your boyfriend, and you’re completely cutting me out.” 

Y/N let out a shaky sigh as she pulled her knees into her chest. Jake immediately felt bad as he noticed the tears running down her face. 

“Oh no, baby,” Jake cooed, and moved towards her, pulling her into his strong arms, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

She buried his face into his chest, as he rested his chin on top of her head, and rubbed her back soothingly. There was only one thing that was running through his head at what the cause of this could be. It had been rattling around in his brain since the moment she walked through his door, but he knew that it wasn’t just something you ask a someone. But he also knew that she was probably in pain by the way she was whimpering and moving around, so he decided to bite the bullet and take the consequences if this backfired. 

“Baby, are you on your period?” He asked softly. 

There was a beat of silence before she nodded and mumbled out a quiet, “yeah.” 

Jake sighed in relief, “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

She pulled back from him, and wiped the tears from her face, “It’s not your thing to deal with. My ex didn't like talking about it or really knowing about it. He said it made him feel uncomfortable. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

“One, your ex sounds like a real ass,” Jake said, and Y/N chuckled in agreement, “And two, I want you to tell me if you’re in pain, sweetheart. I want to help you the best I can, make you feel comfortable. What can I do? What do you need?” 

“Well, I-I’m kind of cold-” 

Jake quickly grabbed the collar of the hooded sweatshirt he was wearing and took it off, handing it to her. She giggled, and slipped it on her body, being engulfed from the warmth of his body and the clothing, and the scent of his cologne. 

“Lookin like the cutest longhorn fan I’ve ever seen,” Jake smiled at her, his accent coming in thick. 

“Just cause I’m wearing it doesn’t mean I like them. Horns down forever,” She shot back quickly. 

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that. Anything else you need? I don’t have much here, but I can go make a CVS run,” Jake said, “Actually, I will.” He stood up and walked to the kitchen. Y/N watched from her spot as he dug around in one of the drawers, grabbing a notepad and a pencil, “Write down what you need, not just right now, but in the future for the next time your period comes and I can be more prepared. And don’t hold back.” 

“Jake, you really don’t-” 

“I’m doing it whether you tell me what you want or not.” 

It took about five minutes for Jake to get the list from Y/N, and head to CVS. Jake had managed to get everything off the list, even grabbing some stuff that wasn’t on the list that he could remember his sisters buying. The last thing was tampons, and Jake stood in the aisle, carefully reading the boxes trying to find the exact ones that Y/N had asked for. He knew that she would tell him exactly what to get, and for that he was grateful. He could remember shopping with his mom, his sisters, and past girlfriends, watching them grab a single box from the colorful display of different brands and styles of feminie products. Jake’s green eyes narrowed on a box which looked like the one that Y/N had told him to get. 

“Bro, imagine being that fucking whiped.” 

“He’s such an omega.” 

“It’s fucking weird.” 

Jake looked up from the box he was holding and looked over at a group of teenage boys, who were standing on the opposite end of the aisle, looking at condoms. Jake Seresin was a man of pride, and he was not embarrassed by standing in the femine hygiene aisle, looking at tampon and pad brands for his girlfriend. He rolled his shoulders back a bit, standing up straighter as he kept hearing their pubescent giggles and conversation. 

“There’s no way he’s actually getting any. No guy who buys pads actually gets some.” 

Tossing the box of tampons in his basket, Jake turned towards the teenagers and smirked, “And that’s where you’re wrong. It actually means I’m getting pussy from someone I know so intimately that I feel comfortable buying her period products, fuck off virgins,” Jake saw them look down at their shoes and he took a glance at the condom brand in one of their hands, “Also fire and ice. . .not the best.” 

“I fucking told you!” One of the boys said, and Jake walked past them towards the checkout counter. 

Jake wasn’t surprised when he came home and saw Y/N asleep on the couch. She looked exhausted when she first came over, and with the movie over and her being more comfortable, she drifted off to sleep while waiting for Jake. He put his keys in the bowl next to the door and walked into the kitchen, putting the various items he got away. He took the tampons and midol upstairs to his bathroom, putting them in his drawer for her to use. Jake also plugged in the heating pad on one side of the bed, and grabbed a blanket, throwing it in the dryer before he walked back downstairs to bring Y/N to bed. 

He smiled at her sleeping frame, pulling his phone out of his sweatpants pocket, and snapping a picture. Jake bent down, and brushed her hair from her face and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. 

“Come on, baby, let’s get you to bed,” Jake whispered to her, and she groaned in response, turning to face the back of the couch. Jake chuckled, she was never a morning person. Y/N loved her sleep and hated being woken up, “I know, grumpy, but I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” 

“Shush,” She mumbled and Jake shook his head with a smile. He easily slipped his arm underneath her knees and the other around her back, picking her up bridal style. Jake felt his heart ooze with even more love when she nuzzled her face into his neck. He softly placed her down on the bed, and she thanked him as her head hit the soft pillow. 

“Do you need anything?” Jake asked her. 

“Can you rub my back?” 

“Of course,” Jake answered. He slipped his shirt and sweatpants off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He crawled into bed next to her, pulling her into him. Her cheek rested on his bare chest as his hand went to her lower back and slowly started massaging the area. The feeling of Jake’s hand drawing linguided circles on her back, applying the right amount of pressure slowly helped lull her back into the best sleep she had in weeks.

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[novankenn]

Was I utterly Wrong?

Jaune Arc was the BANE of Weiss Schnee’s existence.  He was intolerable in her eyes. A buffoon, an idiot, a jack-ass, an uncouth savage, and several more unflattering descriptors. She was positively infuriated by his constant attempts to get her attention, each attempt more inane, than the last.

Why was she like this… because she without a doubt knew what Jaune Arc… a young man from the backwaters of Vale… he was trying to capitalize upon her name and fame. To woo her in an attempt to gain access to her family's resources… he was a gold-digger.

(Using the 100 Word Drabbles format, I'll try and tell a story where we watch as Weiss and Jaune grow closer... will they become more than friends? This takes place in Beacon.)

BUT... There was Cake!

But Weiss... CAKE!

Why Jaune... Why?

Maybe… it’s time to give it up?

My Apologies

Oh… the cake-anity!

Desperate Choices for Desperate Times

Sweet-tooth ticket out of the doghouse

Fire Drills… are done for a reason

Try, try and try again

What did you do to Weiss!

Body Snatcher Protocol - enacted

Barters and Bargains

The Blonde Code… Assisting a Sister

Wait… What?? Seriously??

LIES and SLANDER!

It really is... a nice...butt

The promised land…and it is GLORIOUS!

Is he DEAD?

I DID WHAT???

A Witness and some Last Words

ALIVE?!?!

Reports of my Death... are Blake's fault

Coffee and the Aftermath

It can’t be! He’s RICHER THAN ME?!?

Irrefutable Proof…

Confirmations…

Questions

Admission and Biting the Bullet

One step from Perfection

Fun with Rumors Additional Content by @kaiyeti

--== BONUS CONTENT! ==--

Should I be worried?

#100 word drabble #rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #white knight #the cake is real #scheehiny for the win

[sydsaint]

It's been a while since I've wrote for Jay <3

Summary: The reader is Adam Cole's sister and manager. With Adam out on injury, she is stuck with Max whom she doesn't like. Luckily for her, Jay White has his eyes on her and Max's title belt.

"Yeah, alright. I'll let him know, Adam. Yep. Miss you too." You finish up your conversation with your brother on the phone. You hang up and turn toward Max, who's been eagerly waiting for you to get off the phone. "Adam says hello."

"Hello? Is that all?" Max frowns, his eager smile quickly fading. "Did he say anything about his foot? Or when he's coming back?" He asks you.

You pocket your phone and shake your head. "He just had surgery not even a month ago, Max." You remind him. "It's going to be a while before he's back."

"Yeah...I know." Max sighs and slumps in his chair. "I just miss him." He frowns again.

"He's my brother, Max." You remind Max with a scoff. "I miss him too." You insist. "I'm going to go grab a bite from catering. I'll be back in a bit."

Max nods and watches you exit the locker room silently. Being Adam's sister and manager, you've been hanging at Adam's side since he joined AEW. So when Cole joined up with MJF you begrudgingly took the world champ under your wing as another client. You don't trust Friedman as far as you can throw him. But you put up with it for Adam.

Your journey to catering is silent and peaceful. Just the way you like it. You grab a water and a small premade sandwich then start returning to the locker room. However, you only make it outside the catering room before the Gunn kids stop you.

"Well if it isn't Y/N Cole." Austin grins at you, blocking your exit.

"Y/N, babe. What are you doing out here all alone?" Colten asks you with a grin to match his brothers.

Setting your free hand on your hip you stare at the brothers pointedly. "What do you want? Ass boys?" You ask them with an annoyed expression.

"Hey!" Austin snaps at you. "Don't call us that!" He whines.

"Lads, let's all calm down a bit, yeah?" Jay White appears between the brothers with a crooked grin. "Besides, you two should know not to talk to such a beautiful woman like that." He adds.

You narrow your eyes at Jay, Bullet Club Gold's sly, silver-tongued leader. He flashes you an inviting grin and inserts himself between Austin and Colten.

"Y/N, sweetheart. How have you been?" Jay asks you. "It's been a few months since I arrived here in AEW and we've yet to catch up." He reminds you.

"What a shame." You snark. “We barely knew each other anyway, Jay.” You remind him. “In fact, if I remember right. I was working main events with Adam while poor little Jay was still confined to the LA Dojo.” You tease him.

Jay chuckles and the sound raises goosebumps on your skin. “And look at me now, sweetheart. Quite the improvement, wouldn’t you agree?” He asks you.

“Is there a point to this conversation, Jay?” You roll your eyes. “Because Max is waiting for me, and my sandwich is getting stale.” You add.

“Ah yes, Maxwell,” Jay replies with a sly smile. “How is working for the devil, Y/N? He teases you. “Fulfilling work, I’m sure.”

You huff a breath out of your nose and take a step forward. “It’s fine. Now get lost. And take the Ass Boys with you.” You turn your nose up at the trio and shoulder past them.

“Oh come on Y/N! We both know that ain’t true, sweetheart!” Jay calls after you. “And I can offer you a way out, darling! All you have to do is ask!”

You roll your eyes again and mumble a few words to yourself. When you get back to the locker room Max is on his phone so you don’t pay him much attention while you eat. While you’re eating you can’t help but think about Jay. That charming smile infects your brain like a virus. ‘Damn him for being so charismatic.’ You curse yourself silently. ‘Him and that stupid accent.’

“You say something, Y/N?” Max looks up from his phone at you.

“Hmm? Oh, no. I’m fine.” You shake your head.

Later into the night, you head out to the ring with Max for his match against Juice Robinson. Max slips into the ring and you hang out in his corner while Juice makes his entrance with the rest of Bullet Club Gold. Your gaze lands on Jay as he saunters down the ramp next to Austin and Colten. Jay’s gaze wanders over to your corner and the two of you lock eyes for a second before you make a point to look away and turn your attention back to Max.

“Make this match quick, yeah?” You call out to Max. “It’s dangerous to be out here alone when so many people are gunning for your ass.” You warn him.

“Please, no one is dumb enough to come out and attack me.” Max scoffs and you roll your eyes at his arrogance.

It’s odd really, usually the cocky, flirty, egomaniacs you don’t mind hanging around. You’ve certainly had enough practice being around them with Adam being your brother and all. But there is just something about Max that makes your blood boil. The guy just gets on your nerves.

The bell rings and Max’s match with Juice starts. You hang out in the corner and wait for him to hopefully make quick work of Juice. Meanwhile, Jay keeps sending winks your way from across the ring. Near the end of the match, Max manages to pull a win while you’re busy distracting the Gunn’s. The bell rings again to signal the end of the match and you hop onto the apron to collect Max.

“Alright come on, let’s get out of here.” You beckon for Max to follow you.

“Will you relax, Y/N?” Max scoffs. “Come on! Let’s celebrate a little.” He insists.

You grit your teeth in frustration but remain on the apron. ‘Why can’t he just listen to me for once?’ You think to yourself.

The lights suddenly go out and your point is proven. You gasp when you feel the presence of someone next to you in the dark. A hand grabs your arm and you audibly gasp and go to try and escape.

“Relax, darling, it’s just me.” A familiar accent in your ear calms your nerves and you suddenly find yourself being hauled off your feet and taken down from the apron.

The lights come back on a few seconds later and you blink a few times in the brightness. Once your vision has adjusted to the light change, you find Jay holding you against his chest over by the commentary table.

Back in the ring, Max is being confronted by a mystery man in his old devil mask along with a couple of other masked men.

“Fuck.” You curse.

“If only he’d have just listened to you, huh?” Jay teases you in a whisper from behind you.

You sneer but don’t make an effort to move. “Was this you?” You ask him in a stern tone.

“Not one bit.” Jay shakes his head. “I just figured I’d be a gentleman and save you from that idiot’s mess.” He adds. “Anywho, you want to get out of here?”

“Really?” You scoff.

Jay chuckles again and with his proximity, you can feel it vibrate through his chest and against your back. “Come on Y/N, sweetheart. You know that you’ve been wanting to ditch old Max since your brother stuck you with him.” He teases you. “Leave with me! We can have some fun!”

You stare at the inside of the ring where a standoff is happening. And you can’t help but notice that Max doesn’t seem to even notice that you’re gone from the apron.

“Yeah, fuck it.” You make a decision, knowing that Adam will be bad but will eventually get over it.

“Atta girl.” Jay purrs his lips brushing your neck. “Come on.” He grabs your hand and starts pulling you toward the ramp.

You watch Max get the crap beat out of him by the mystery group while you retreat with Jay and the rest of his group. Jay stops at the top of the ramp and you notice that Juice has somehow come into possession of Max’s world title belt. Juice hands Jay the belt and you find Jay pressed up against your back again. He holds the title belt in one hand while the other hand is draped over your shoulder.

“Y/N?” You hear Max finally start to wonder where you are. “What are you doing?” He asks when he sees you at the top of the ramp with Jay.

“Sorry, Max.” Jay laughs. “But it looks like I got the belt and the girl.” He holds the belt up and spins you around to face him at the same time.

You laugh and shrug at Max. “Sorry, Max. Send my regards to my brother. If he ever returns any of your calls.” You torment Friedman before Jay kisses you harshly. 

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[killmongerskeepermain]

Past Regrets // Shuri

Summary: You made a promise to T'Challa in the events of his secret illness. A promise you couldn't keep without hurting Shuri. If you could change the past, you would.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst // Fluff // Mentioned Character Death // My sorry ass attempt at angst lol // 

Words: 2.5k

Bendifuna usisi wam omdala - I needed my older sister.

A/N: As stated this is my sorry excuse for angst. Some of yall are GIFTED. Because yall be making me cry and shit! Lol

You remained still as you heard Ayo announce that you were home. You never thought you'd be back in Wakanda so soon. The phone call was brief but unpleasant. The king, T'Challa had passed on. The man you called your brother. The man who helped you in your dark times. The only one besides Queen Ramonda who understood your reasoning to leave Wakanda behind in the first place. He had requested you be there for the funeral. To console his mother and sister. Giving the Queen words of comfort was easy but Shuri? She will most likely shut you out immediately. After all, you didn't leave on good terms with the princess. 

"Y/N. We have arrived." Ayo spoke softly. She always treated you with respect. Even after falling out with your sister Okoye and your ex. Okoye was another thought that caused your stomach to drop. You haven't seen or spoken to her since you left 2 years ago. It was time to face them all as you felt the ship land. You slowly stood as the door opened revealing the soft smile of the Queen and the scowl of the princess. As you step off the aircraft Queen Ramonda was the first to welcome you with a tight hug. 

"Thank you for coming back my child." She smiled before you gave a small bow. You made no move to hug Shuri as you spoke to the pair. More so the queen. 

"My condolences to you Queen mother. Princess." You locked eyes with Shuri for a second before turning back to her mother. "I hope to offer comfort for your loss." She gave a short nod before motioning to Aneka to show you your room.

“She didn’t have to come back mother. We don’t need her here.”, You winced at the malice in Shuri’s hushed voice before the queen called out to you once more.

"I will be there to speak with you soon Y/N. It's good to have you home." She said as you followed the Dora to your old room. It was still the way you left it. Nothing had been moved out of place. 

"I was expecting my room to have been changed into a place where Shuri throws her old projects in." You said and Aneka shook her head. 

"Both T'Challa and the Queen insisted nothing be touched in case you ever decided to come back. You ran your fingers over the dresser before biting the bullet. "How's Okoye?" She let out a small sigh before giving you a wide smile.

"She's okay. She was supposed to accompany the family upon your arrival but asked me to come instead." You gave a short laugh as you sat on your bed looking up at the ceiling. "Sounds like her. Thank you Aneka." The Dora dismissed herself as you began to go through your bag, ugly memories flooding back, filling you with sadness.

// Flashback //

"What are you on about now Y/N?" Shuri asked you with her face buried in the sequence before her. Ever since Killmonger attacked a couple of years back she's been stuck in the lab doing any and everything she could possibly think of. Except get good rest and actually eat a meal. 

"Shuri you haven't left this lab in weeks. You have to rest for awhile sthandwa." You said in a soft voice but she waved you off. You were trying not to get upset as you watched her speed around the lab. "Shuri I'm serious. Your mother is worried about you. And T'Challa wishes to see his sister more." While it was true you also wished you could tell her the full truth. The truth is T'Challa now has an undisclosed illness. He doesn't want to tell Shuri because of how she'll react. All you can do is try to push her to spend all the time she can with him. As neither you, his mother or he knows when the time will come. "They can easily walk in here if they want to see me so badly."

"After everything that has happened don't you think you should be with them more? Killmonger? Thanos? You all lost so many years after that. Goes to show anything could happen and you all should spend quality time." You said and she froze before throwing her tablet down on the table.

"And how would you know? You didn't get snapped away!"

"No but I had to deal with the loss of all of you! I had to live here while you all were gone! Don't make this seem like I was affected. I just want to help!" You shouted as she was in your face now. 

"I don't need help Y/N! Why try to fix what isn't broken? Everything is fine. Everyone is fine. We don't need a family therapy session." She spat and you dropped your shoulders in defeat. 

"I'm just saying anything can happen, Shuri." You spoke as she turned her back to continue working. You looked up at the ceiling to keep the tears from falling down your face. You didn't want to tell her why you pushed so hard for them to spend time. Not during a fight. But it was now or never. "I'm leaving Wakanda." She spun on her heels as you stared at the floor not wanting to see her reaction.

"This is not a time for jokes Y/N." She said and your eyes found hers. Disbelief floating around her orbs and you bit your lip. Realization crossed her features when you didn't respond and you swore you saw a flash of anger quickly replace it. "Seriously. You're leaving me." You didn't want her to think that way and opened your mouth to speak before the door to the lab opened as Okoye entered. 

"You two can be heard all the way down the hall. Can you just make up and relax?" She questioned before looking between you. You avoided Shuri's stare as she burned holes through your face. "What is going on?"

"Go ahead Y/N. Tell her." You sadly sighed as you were put on the spot. You had planned it out how to let everyone down gently. Including Okoye. "Tell her! What are you scared of your big sister now?" You tilted your head at her outburst before Okoye stood in front of you. 

"I'm leaving. Leaving Wakanda for awhile." You mumbled and she went rigid as you searched her face for a reaction. Anything. But it seems she was still in her Dora Milaje state as the princess was present. It hurt.

"Since you're leaving, Okoye will see you out." Ouch

"Shuri-"

"You've said enough now, get out. Go enjoy your life. You won't be missed here." You turned to your sister for help but she stood tall without as much as a word. You scoffed at the two before exiting the lab with haste not bothering to look back. 

// End of Flashback //

And you haven't turned back until now. A soft knock interrupted your thoughts and you turned to see Queen Ramonda with a smile on her lips. She scammed your face and could tell you were having an internal battle with yourself. Without a word she pulled you into a hug rubbing your back with words of comfort. "Everything will be alright Y/N." 

"I'm supposed to be comforting you remember?" You laughed and she rubbed your arms. 

"I think it is best if you talk to her. Maybe it will do you both some good."

"Some good? She's probably going to ignore me until I force her to talk. After our last fight, I'm sure she doesn't want anything to do with me."

"I beg to differ. She still isn't aware of the reason you left. Her brother never got the chance to tell her." She said and you felt your body freeze up. She still just thinks you just up and left. You gave a small nod as she kissed the top of your head before moving to leave you to your thoughts. You couldn't find the strength to move from your spot as you tried to think of what to say. 'Hey I'm sorry I left but you needed to hang out with your brother before he died?' Sounds like the perfect icebreaker. Pushing your braids out of your face you gathered your courage before making your way to the lab. Your palms started to sweat as you balled your fists trying to calm your nerves. Upon entering you lowered your eyes to the ground, hearing all the commotion around you. Then you heard her. 

"It's simple really. But I'm sure you tried your best." She spoke to a scientist before she turned to walk the other way. Her being froze when she met your gaze and you bit the inside of your cheek. "Is there something you need?"

"No I'm just-"

"Then you have no reason to be in my lab." She spat and you sighed. She's still mad. Why wouldn't she be?

"Princess if you just hear me out." You tried to reason with her before she dropped her things and turned to look at you. Memories of your last fight came rushing back but you held your ground, refusing to be intimidated. She grew taller and now stood over you but you had a promise to keep. 

"There's nothing for me to hear. You said what you had to say the last time you were in here. Now leave." She said with authority in her voice, leaving you a bit irritated. "Now you're hard of hearing? I said leave."

"I am not one of your scientists, Shuri. You will NOT speak to me as such. So stop acting like a child and let's talk." You retorted, dropping all formalities as she held an unreadable look in her eyes. 

"Leave us." She said in a low voice before all of the scientists scurried out of the room. "You have some nerve."

"Oh I have plenty. But I made a promise to your brother to be there for you and Queen Ramonda. And I plan to keep it whether you like it or not." Your words held her attention and she stood a few steps away from you. You held her stare before another familiar voice spoke out to you. 

"I can hear you both all the way down the hall. Can we not talk in a civilized manner without going at each other's throats?" Okoye scorned and you lowered your gaze to the floor. Even after not seeing her for years you still felt intimidated by the older woman.

"We were just talking." Your words came out mumbled and Shuri scoffed.

"Now you're afraid of your older sister? What happened to all that nerve Y/N? You had so much of it when you got up and left. Left your home. My mother and brother. Okoye. You left me." She spat in your face and you swear you could hear your heart beating through your ears.

"But I had a good reason. You'd know that if you'd just listen to me." Shuri threw up her hands as she turned away from you. She was done with the conversation and won’t even listen to your reasoning.

"T'Challa wanted to give everything he could to everyone before he passed. Nakia, Queen Ramonda, you! He chose to suffer in silence so he could make that happen." You were trying so hard to keep it together in front of them. "His last hope for me. He wanted me to finish my education back in the states. Finish where I left off before he became king. He felt bad for me having to pause my education. He wanted me to make something of myself and then come back here to stand by your side! I was supposed to graduate BEFORE he died." You had tears rolling down your cheeks as you let out all the pain you held in your body. "You think you were the only one who was hurting?! He told me he was sick and to keep it to myself until he told you himself. I was going to tell you anyway but you were just so angry and unreasonable that day I said I was just leaving. I didn't want to tell you while we were fighting! I didn't want to leave but I respected T'Challa's wishes because he treated me like I was part of the family." 

"Y/N maybe we should-

"And you! After everything I begged you to help me figure out how to talk to her before I left. But you kept saying the princess had things to do or the princess is busy. The princess did not need distractions. You never understood how I felt! You were always in Dora mode! Why do you think I don't talk to you!" You screamed as she stood tall but you could see tears starting to form. Her mask was failing.

"I didn't need the General of the Dora Milaje to tell me what to do! Bendifuna usisi wam omdala!"(I needed my older sister!) The words slipped past your lips in  Xhosa and Okoye let the tear fall down her face. "I needed my sister. I needed you! And you both pushed me away." The silence that engulfed the room became too much for you to handle so you quickly thought of a way to run and hide. Something you were used to doing. You wiped your face before fixing your composure. "I'm sorry for bothering you princess." 

You turned on your heels leaving the two in silence as you went back to your room. You walked over to the balcony and leaned on the railing. The wind breezed past you and you let your eyes close to take in the comforting feeling. You felt your body sway a little as you thought back to simpler times. Times where you and Shuri would pull limitless pranks on T'Challa. Having dinner with the family. Okoye giving you sisterly advice. Your first kiss with Shuri. Letting out a sigh you felt a presence behind you and turned to see Queen Ramonda standing with her hands intertwined. 

"My apologies for interrupting you dear." She smiled as she joined you outside. "Ayo informed me of your conversation with Shuri."

"Wouldn't call it a conversation. More of a screaming match. And I did most of the screaming." You said as you found yourself in her motherly embrace. "I didn't mean to yell. It's like something snapped and I couldn't hold it all in anymore."

"It's alright child. I'm not angry with you. Honestly I'm happy you let it out. Give Shuri some things to think about." 

"Queen mother. Maybe it was a mistake coming back." You whispered and she gave a soft smile. 

"There are no mistakes. But if you feel as if this is not for you, I'll get the jet prepared to take you back home." She rubbed your arms and you shook your head. 

"I promised T'Challa I'd give my support. To both you and the princess. It hurts, yes. But I won't break that promise. It's the last thing he wished for me." She gave a small nod. Her silence was deafening but deep down you knew she understood. She understood everything. “I’ll stay. But I’ll make sure to be out of the way. I won’t cause any more trouble.” Ramonda gave a short scoff as she hugged you tighter. A familiar warmth washed over you as you brought your own arms around the Queen. A warmth you refuse to let go of a second time.

#letitia wright shuri #poc reader #princess shuri #queen shuri #shuri #shuri black panther #shuri fanfiction #shuri fluff #shuri imagine #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri fic #shuri x y/n #shuri x you #shuri of wakanda #black panther #shuri angst #shuri x black!reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x woc!reader

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Breakfast

Breakfast (Geto/Reader)

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! This is another installation of the Geto family one shot I wrote. No, it’s not a series, but both fics take place in the same universe. Now the twins are slightly older. I have no excuse for writing this, just that I miss writing for Geto and the twins full time. I might write another fic with the twins as teens. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: implied smut towards the end, some suggestive language (nothing too raunchy) 

You managed to wake up just a few minutes before your alarm went off. Instead of attempting to reclaim your remaining few minutes, you decided to bite the bullet and just get up. 

You turned off the alarm and reached over to grab your husband's hand. He grunted in acknowledgement while his eyes remained shut. Just a few more minutes and he’d drag himself out of bed. 

You made sure not to wake the sleeping twins that rested between you and Suguru. Last night Mimiko came scurrying into your room, crying about a nightmare she’d had. Her father quickly relented and allowed her to sleep in your bed. Nanako must have snuck in some time after that. 

You quietly pulled the covers up over the two of them and padded out of the room. You headed down the hallway and retreated into the kitchen to get some coffee. The sun was barely poking out over the city skyline. 

You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and turned around to find Nanako standing behind you.

“Nanako,” you gasped. “You scared me angel.”

The poor thing could barely keep her eyes open as she reached up to you. You chuckled as you picked her up and settled her on your hip.

“You’re sleepy this morning,” you mused as you put your coffee mug under the Keurig. 

“What would you like for breakfast Nana?” 

“Cheeto puffs,” she mumbled as she nestled her face in the crook of your neck.

That made you laugh. “I’m sorry angel, but that’s not a breakfast food.”

You made your way to the fridge and pulled out a few different items with your free hand. 

“How about some delicious eggs and some toast,” you offered. “Oh, and I see some strawberries.”

She perked up a little as you pulled the bowl out of the fridge and set in on the counter. 

You handed her a strawberry and she eagerly took it. 

“Thank you Mommy,” she mumbled. 

Mimiko came prancing into the kitchen with Suguru trailing behind her. 

“Good morning Mommy,” she cheerily greeted.

“Good morning to you my other angel.”

She wrapped her arms around your leg and looked up to her sister. 

“Wake up Nana! It’s morning,” she giggled.

You tried to set your daughter down only to have her start whining. 

Suguru quickly scooped her up and pecked your lips. 

“Good morning,” he murmured.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” you jested. “Would you mind taking care of the coffee so I can fix breakfast?”

“Sure.”

He set Nanako down and plucked another strawberry out of the bowl. 

“Mimi, you and your sister can watch some tv before breakfast,” he offered.

Nanako instantly straightened up and jolted to the television. 

“Powerpuff Girls!” she cheered.

Mimiko happily took her strawberry from her father’s hand and rushed to the living room to join her sister. 

After Suguru filled two mugs with coffee and shut off the machine he sauntered up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

You giggled as he attacked your cheek with a smattering of kisses. 

“Suguru, you’re going to make me burn the eggs,” you playfully argued. 

“You’re so beautiful in the morning,” he mumbled. 

“Yeah,” you murmured. 

You softly gasped when his teeth brushed over your shoulder. 

“Suguru,” you softly warned. “The girls need to eat.”

“Just two minutes,” he whispered. “I need you.”

You bit your lip as you felt his ‘need’ for you press against your backside. 

Pre children, he would have set you on the countertop and taken you then and there. But now you needed to be a little more strategic, given you had less privacy. 

You cleared your throat and tilted your head towards your bedroom. 

He smirked at your silent confirmation and trailed back down the hall. 

You briskly finished cooking the eggs, setting them on two plates and delivering them to the girls. 

They could eat in front of the television just once. 

‘Just once.’

You practically sprinted to meet up with Suguru. You had to be quick. You only had a few minutes. 

~

The End. 

#geto x reader #geto x y/n #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #ao3 fanfic #domestic fluff

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A cute little doe

(AU: Centaur world! Miles is a deertaur and Hobie is a centaur, Shire horse breed centaur to be in fact. No Spider-man in this magical world)

Hobie, a strong tall centaur had been hiding the bushes watching, his black tail flicks side to side as he watches with so much anticipation. His black hairs shines by the sun showing off its lovely coat. Gwen a horsetaur with beautiful blond coating being a Akhal take horse breed, she went over to check on her friend. Hobie being a much taller, more lean centaur has no shirt but only arm jewelry, he sticks his head in the bushes as he continues to watch.

Gwen crosses her arms with a head tilt at her friend, she wore a tank top with a silly face on it. Their town has been filled with new comers due to being Spring, a lot of centaurs form a community to watch each others back and stick together. Since she's almost the same age as Hobie, she had to make sure where he was going every morning.

Ever since, a new group of deertaurs came into the land, Hobie seems to wander off. It's not like he never done it before, but this time he seems to off. He stares into distant with a flustered look on his face, and often mutters, "Sunflower or cute lil doe."

It kinda freaked out their roommate, Pavtri seeing how he woke up to Hobie drawing a deer tail, too. Freaked him out for sure. "What are you doing, brother Hobie?"

"Eck! Huh!" Hobie quickly shot out of the bushes trying to pretend everything is fine, "What do you mean, sister Gwendy?" His eyes avoiding her own blue eyes, he's sweating bullets. "Ummm, ahh. Hmm, nothing particular."

This made her blue eyes slightly wide, noticing her friend's attitude completely changed into a shy nervous person. "Okay, something is really up then? Let me see." She pushes him back to look over the bushes.

"Ack, wait!" Hobie got nudge in the stomach making him wince back, while Gwen went over to peek.

To her surprise, she saw a little doe from afar, it's a deertaur sniffing at a bush filled with blueberries. His big Honey-brown eyes gleams at the sweet fruit, his deer ears lift up with joy. Then, he took a bite of blueberries being in love, his smiles is like a ball of sunshine that got Gwen squinting at how brightly he smiles. Not to mention he had pretty Sunflowers in his hair and wrapped in a vine around his lower half of his body.

"So, it's that little deertaur you been checking out. Why not talk to her?" Gwen grins widely, "She's cute."

"I think it's a boy... not that I care about their genders, but it seems like it." Hobie looks bashful, he had one hand on his move being shy. "I tried, but one time I went over and the moment he saw me, he freaked out and ran."

"Ohh, he looks a lot like a little doe! Hmm, what if I go over there with you?"

"What? No-no, it's fine. I don't want to scare him!" He quickly said with his voice sounding sad. "I terrified him last time."

Gwen rubs her chin, she watches the little stag munching on some blueberries, "Oh! I got it." Hobie listens to her plan.

The little deertaur was busy sniffing some blueberries to see if they weren't poisoned or rotten, he could smell the sweet ripe berries. His ears lifts up with joy, and his little deer tail wiggle a bit, his front hoof tapped the ground a sign he's joyful to eat some berries. "Ohh, mmm." He took a bite feeling the sweet tart of these berries, making him cup his own face by the delicious treat.

His kind have come a long way for safety from humans, they were in a nasty battle and many had decided it was best to move. Humans are foul, mean creatures that only care about themselves. They frighten him to the bones, his mind drifted off with purple stain on his lips from the ripe fruit.

"Hi-hi!" Then his daydream broke when a centaur with blond hair, pale skin and blue eyes jump in his sight.

The deertaur jumps being startled by the female centaur, "Yeep!" He quickly cover his face being scared, his whole body quivers in fear.

"Hey, don't be scared. I heard about your group and what ya'll went through. Sorry, to hear about moving away from your home. I am, Gwen! I wanna be your friend!" She places her hand on his shoulder, she got a look of him. This deertaur had more of deer features like his nose is black, his eyes are big and his fur goes pass his low abdominal. He is a little cutie.

"So-sorry," He speaks in a shy soft tone, this time showing his face looking bashful, "I'm... I'm Miles."

"We're gonna be great friends, hehe. Oh!" She turns to the side, "Hobie bring in the gift! Hurry up!"

Miles turns his head around he spotted the tall centaur before him. This one is so huge, he practically looms over him. He never felt so small, he quivers a bit having his first instinct to run away but seeing Gwen made him have a bit of courage. "Eep!" Came out of his mouth as he went behind the blond centaur being scared.

"It's okay. This is Hobie, he may look tall and scary but he's a cool guy!" Gwen said seeing the deertaur hiding behind her back, it's cute to see him being so afraid especially when his little tail perks up from any emotion. "Hobie, show him the gift."

The dark skinned centaur was too busy loving the way the deertaur was being so cute, that little tail of his has such a charm to it. "Uhh, right." Hobie holds a basket with delicious treats like fresh cut grass, acorns, nuts, fruits and corn.

This made Miles' black nose wiggles at the delicious smell of corn and grass, his eyes closed as he follows the scent. Hobie stood like a statue seeing the deertaur being so damn cute, he wanted him to get near him. To be able to comfortable in his presence. Miles sniffs the basket smelling the grass, "Ohh." His eyes half opened being so innocent.

Gwen giggles seeing her friend being so flustered, he looks like he's about to fall over. "Mm, apples my favorite." Miles took a bite bites from the basket already munching on the treats. "Mmm." He holds some fresh green grass to eat.

Hobie and Gwen awed at the adorable deertaur, the way he eats is so cute. "How adorable!" They said together.

Once Miles finished eating his part, "Is it... is it, okay I take the rest to my family?" His Honey Brown eyes on Hobie with such purity.

"Yeah, it's fine."

"Thank you!" He smiles widely having this bright glow. Hobie and Gwen couldn't face just innocence. "Hm? What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing. it's just your so adorable." Gwen mutters feeling her heart pound at his cuteness.

Hobie nodded. Miles giggles before circling around them, mostly Hobie being curious. "You're so tall! My dad is chief of the herd and I thought he was the biggest."

"This buck right here!" Gwen smirks with her elbow jabbing in Hobie's side, "is one of the tallest among our age group! And he doesn't have a mate."

"Gwendy! Stop. I'm not the only large one. Our herd's leader is... quite massive." Hobie crosses his arms with a frown.

Miles' ears went down seeing how this is his shy personality, "Oh." His eyes droops with a glisten shine to it, it's like he's ready to cry any moment, but that's one of his features. Holding the basket as he circles Hobie again, this time sniffing him. "You don't have a mate, yet?"

"No, he's single."

Hobie sighs, "I don't believe in mating, or..." He stops himself when the deertaur came close to sniff his chest, "I mean... I don't necessary believe in most of our customs."

"Oh... that's too bad. I'm looking for a mate." Miles seems to already be attractive toward the dark skinned centaur, his eyes soften, "But after the battle against the humans, I don't think I'll be worthy being mated."

"Huh, why not?" Gwen gasps.

"I'm a bit smaller than most stags in my herd, and it's not really ideal!" Miles's lips quivers with big teary eyes, "Everyone mistake me for a doe, too!"

The two tries to calm him down. "It's because you're so cute!" Hobie added, "A lad like you being this adorable. They'll be stupid to not pick you as a mate..."

Gwen points out, "Miles, are you planning to be with a doe?"

"I wanna fall in love... I don't care who!" Miles nodded, then he turns his upper half to look at his tail, "I believe in being with someone by the heart," as he fluff his tail, "but most stags in my herd are all about getting the best. I hope with your herd I can find someone."

"You will! And it's this guy right here!" Gwen patted Hobie's back.

Hobie shouted, "GWEN!"

"What?" Gwen went over to Miles, "He's been eyeing on you ever since you got here."

"Gwendy! Don't tell him that." Hobie pitches his friend's cheeks.

"OWWW!"

Miles gasps out loud then look flustered, "Really? I'll be honest, when I first saw you, I thought you look so cool." That made the two centaurs stop playing around, they froze. The cute deertaur holds the basket while his shoulders lifts up being nervous as he talks, "I thought you were very handsome too. I thought no one wants to be my friend since I'm a deertaur and look like a doe."

Hobie quickly went over to Miles, his hands on his shoulders, "You shouldn't view so badly on yourself. So far, talking with you, you seem like a great person. Me and Gwendy would love to be your friend."

"That's very nice of you." He smiles at Hobie, "Do you guys wanna pick some berries with me? I'm planning to bring some to my mamí."

"Sure!" Gwen said, "Oh, you know there's sweeter berries over here by the river. It's so good."

"Oh, we can go there. My family love berries!" Miles end up holding Hobie's hand being more bold, "Is it fine if you show me the way?"

Hobie quickly nodded, he felt his whole body warm by the single touch of the deertaur, "YES! I will!" He own long black tail wags back and forth, somehow it went over Miles' little tail.

This made the small centaur smiles at him, only for him to lean on Hobie's chest, "Your very kind Hobie. I hope we can be great friends."

"Me too, Sunflower."

Gwen giggles seeing the two already close, "Mission complete." It won't be long till those two will become mates just in time for Spring festival, too!

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #flowerpunk

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just this once

Supercorptober Day 18 “secret”

thanks to kmsdraws for the prompts

Kara keeps a different kind of secret from Lena

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Kara stares out of the window of the Medbay, her eyes following Lena as she paces back and forth. She has a phone pressed to her ear, her hand gesturing around the empty space as she talks. She looks a little tired, a little worried. Kara feels at least a little guilty for the second.

"Ow!"

Alex steps in front of her suddenly, breaking her view of her wife. She looks both annoyed and concerned — more annoyed than concerned, if Kara's being honest.

"Oh, stop it. One that didn't hurt; your powers came back almost as soon as we got you under the sunlamps. And two, you deserved it."

Alex sighs and takes a deep breath, adjusting the sensors on Kara's chest as she takes one more reading.

Kara rubs her shoulder, glaring at Alex as she stares up at the monitors.

She can feel the places where the blood still sticks to her skin and in her hair. She needs a shower or, at the very least, a change of clothes, but Alex won't let her leave just yet despite the fact she is obviously healthy enough to be smacked on the arm.

"You should also be glad I'm the only one who seemed to notice the little stunt you pulled out there."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Alex scoffs, "You don't know what I'm talking about?"

She knew exactly what her sister was talking about.

"Stepping in front of Lena like that so you could take a full blast of Kryptonite square to the chest?"

And yeah, that sounded about right.

"You're lucky she didn't see you because she was too busy casting a spell that was going to save all of our asses."

Kara crosses her arms and sticks out her chest a little, causing some of the monitors to beep angrily.

"I was protecting her."

Alex unfolds Kara's arms and starts removing the offending wires.

"She had a protection shield up."

"It could have failed," Kara tries in her defense.

But Alex just raises her eyebrow, "Has it ever?"

"Well, no, but —"

"But what?"

Kara looks down, biting her lip.

"Nothing."

Alex steps closer, poking her right in the middle of the forehead.

"No, no, not nothing. Crinkle!"

Kara tries to duck away.

"Hey, ow!"

"Oh, stop with the ow," Alex crosses her arms, "tell me what's got you leaping in front of speeding bullets for no good reason."

Kara shifts in her place on the exam table. "It was an energy blast, not a speeding bullet." She looks up at her sister, "and I had a good reason," then up at Lena, still pacing in the hallway," like the best reason."

And before she realizes it, her thoughts are drifting past the walls around her and back to two nights ago in their apartment.

They had been lying together on the couch, Kara pressed against Lena's side, her head resting on her shoulder. Lena was reading a book while Kara tuned in and out of an old black-and-white movie playing in the background. It was one of those they had watched a million times, but neither could remember what it was called.

Kara's eyes had just started drooping shut when an odd sound got caught in her ear. She paused the movie and sat up a little.

"What?" Lena asked, looking up from her book.

"Nothing, sorry." I think I'm just tired.

"Do you want to move to the bed?"

"No, no, I'm good here."

Kara settled down again, tucking herself back into Lena's side.

But she couldn't get comfortable. And the more she tried to ignore the noise, the more it seemed to grow until it was all she could focus on. It was a steady sound, almost like a heartbeat, but not quite. It was too fast, too faint.

She sat up again, this time more slowly so as not to alarm Lena again.

Kara put her hand on Lena's stomach, feeling for the source of the noise, but there was nothing there.

"I ate enough dinner, I promise," Lena says with a chuckle, patting Kara's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"No, sorry, it's not that."

Kara slides down a little more this time, her head resting just below Lena's breasts.

And there it was.

A heartbeat.

The faintest of heartbeats, but a heartbeat nonetheless.

Kara felt the gentle tug of Lena's fingers carding through her hair.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asks after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," Kara replies just as quietly, her eyes welling up with tears as the reality of what she hears sinks in.

And she almost tells Lena right then — almost lifts her up from the couch and swings her around, and kisses every inch of her.

But there's a fear somewhere buried under all that joy that she could be wrong.

And if she's not, it's a moment she wants to be Lena's, for her to be the one who gets to shout it at the world first.

So instead, she just holds her a little a tighter, kisses her a little deeper, and asks forgiveness for the secret she will keep from her just a little longer.

Kara's thoughts snap back to the present and the medbay door swinging open so hard it hits the wall.

And all of a sudden, the sound that had been in her head became a steady rhythm that seemed to fill the whole room.

"Lena?"

Kara's heart raced right alongside it.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

But Lena just shakes her head and reaches for her, cupping her face in her hands.

"I-I'm fine, I wasn't fine, I-was, I wasn't feeling well yesterday —"

And then she starts pacing again, but the room isn't as big as the hallway, so really she just turns around and then turns around again, her hands running through her hair — phone still held in one of them.

Finally, she stops. Looks at Kara. Her blue-green eyes wider than they were a second ago, darker, but still impossibly beautiful.

"That was the doctor," she shrugs her shoulders, like it explained everything.

"I—I'm pregnant."

And maybe it did.

The words hung in the air for only a second before Kara had her in her arms, the two of them laughing and crying and everything in between as they clung to each other.

"I love you so much," Kara whispers into her hair, tears streaming down her face as she presses kisses to Lena's temple, her cheek, her jawline.

"I love you," Lena let fall back in between the breaths she was trying to find room for, her voice shaking slightly.

Gently Kara puts her back down on her feet but doesn't let go of her.

"Wait," Lena says suddenly.

"What? "Are you sure you're okay?" Kara asks, hands already starting to move across every inch of her.

But Lena just swats them away and then hits her on the shoulder.

"Ow."

Kara pulls her hands away, startled, and takes a step back. But Lena keeps her close, palm resting against the center of her chest, moving with her.  

"You knew. The other night on the couch. You could hear them."

And Kara can only nod.

Lena hits her again.

And Kara leans her shoulder back to absorb the impact.  

"Seriously, what's with all the hitting."

"That's why you stepped in front of me?"

Kara looks at her sister, who just has a knowing smirk on her face."

"Wha — how did you even find out about that?"

But Lena's face is soft, and her voice gentle.

"Darling..."

But Kara is already shaking her head before Lena has even finished speaking.

"I know, I know we agreed nothing would change just because you're my wife and that I can't just turn into some foolish idiot every time I think you might be in danger, but I-you'll have to forgive me just this once."

Lena steps back into her arms, and pushes the hair from her face, ignoring the dirt and blood that had dried onto her skin as she presses a quick kiss to her cheek.

"Just this once."

Kara nods, hands sliding from her hips up to the small of her back, bending down onto one knee so she can place a kiss on her stomach.

"Don't worry, little one, I'll always protect you and your mom."

#supergirl #supercorp #supercorptober #supercorptober2022 #this is a hc I have always liked #so it was fun getting to write a version of it #protective kara danvers is the best kara danvers #but she is also a fool #a fool who loves her wife #Alex has seen enough

[fastcardotmp3]

“Go— go help them. Finish this, Mike, it's okay—” “Shut the fuck up,” he snaps and finds that he means it. He doesn't know how his hands remain steady and he doesn't know whether or not they're vulnerable to any incoming threats but he does know that she can't continue on that train of thought because, “it's not okay. We have to get you inside. Now.”  » Nancy & Mike // Rated T // Sibling Bonding Via Near-Death Experiences // 2.3k » Febuwhump #13: "I love you" & "Help them" » Febuwhump Masterlist

read on ao3 // preview under the cut

He’s half present and distracted when the thing gets to its feet, puts him in its crosshairs, and leaps, which is why it’s not his spear which takes it down before it can get its claws in. 

Which is why it’s not even his own flesh where those talons go to tear. 

She doesn’t call out to him, doesn’t say duck, but he recognizes the cry of pain from her lips accompanied by a click of an empty clip and that deafening snarl and even as tired as he is, he acts on autopilot before he even registers entirely what’s happened. 

Mike whirls around where he stands, sets his aim and sends his spear flying down the open maw of a demodog, watches long enough to be sure it’s been properly struck down, sharp tip pointing out the back of its skull, before striding forward and yanking the thing free to let it bleed out in the dirt and only then, only then does that cry of pain sink in. 

Only then does the sound of her labored breath ring true in this reality. 

Only then does his gaze land on his big sister bleeding and prone on the ground at his feet. 

And Mike has assimilated pretty well to war, at least he thinks so. He’s gotten good at fighting back, used all the excess bitterness in his veins to keep going on spite alone when the nights get too long and daylight rots away. 

He knows how to be there for his friends, knows how to look at a situation and find a way out, knows that he can take care of people even when things don’t go their way but— but he freezes. 

Right here and now? So close to getting back behind their barricades? Mike Wheeler freezes. There’s no time to freeze, no such thing as a moment to process, but he’s pretty sure the clock stops on his life right then and there because he looks at her and all of a sudden Nancy is— Nancy is human. 

She’s no longer armor and bullets and sharp tongue; she’s not the soldier who keeps them all on track, not the leader who, despite his stubbornness, even Mike knows he ought to listen to. She’s not any of it suddenly, none of that strength and bite, because he looks down and sees the blood pooling out of her neck beneath the weak press of her own hand and she is, simply enough, his sister. 

#dot does febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #wheeler siblings #if the show won't give me wheeler sibling moments i will Create Them

[know-the-way]

The stages so far of me binging the entirety of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (spoilers if you haven’t watched it before):

1. “Yeah, the 1920s hasn’t ever really been your preferred vibe, but so many of your friends like this show, and you love ‘Clue’ which seems similar, so just bite the bullet and go.”

2. “Wait, they’re Australian? What? Did I know this before and forgot?”

3. “Ohhhh right, Miranda Otto was in this! I did know that. And she’s a cocaine lord?! Nice. Don’t get to see her in many villain roles.”

4. *first scene with Phryne & Jack* “Oh, he has a very nice deep voice, okay I see I see mmmhm okay. … Why is so he so sulky, though? Big ‘who hurt you’ vibes. Intriiiiigue… “

5. “OH dEaR oh mY, there is banter and cheeky looks, this is bad, coDE RED, pretty sure this is your LAST chance to exit before this becomes a #problem.”

6. *does not exit* *becomes a #problem*

7. “Oh, so she’s gonna be banging lots of men with no emotional attachment (when there is clearly some tragic past hiding under the surface as to why that might be)? So an emotionally damaged woman who copes with her traumas by deflecting said emotions through sex and other various reckless behaviors? Babe… *cups face gently* babe, babe, babe. You’ve made this beyond a problem now. Because every little glimpse of vulnerability among your extremely out-of-hand savior complex is gonna make me fall in love with you more and more… just like the tall, broody inspector man over there (who still has a very nice voice and sad, kind eyes and who you seem to be afraid of being smitten with for ~*some reason*~). Anyway, Jack and I, we’re both fucked.”

8. Wdym they both have traumas from the war & from past relationships, that they both witnessed an unimaginable amount of loss, and that both are broken so deeply that they built fortresses of ice around their hearts to protect themselves AND YET BOTH OF THEM THAW JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE WITH THEIR EVERY INTERACTION? Fuck OFF! This is not FAIR!

9. “Miss Fisher was actually on her way home.” He said that with a fully clenched jaw and a step forward. Fuuuuccckk, there’s gonna be smoldering jealousy, too? Just slap me in the face, the amount of longing I’m about to witness… Jack, it’s okay buddy, we’re in this together. There’s something special about you and she’s gonna figure it out… after what appears to be several seasons and perhaps a feature film. But she’ll figure it out! Stay strong, soldier! I’m rooting for you!

10. “Oh God, her little sister was murdered. As someone who loves my own sister dearly, that’s fucking awful, this is hurting me deeply, and I really do not like it. 🥺 … AND THE MURDERER IS DUE TO BE RELEASED? AbSoLUTELY not! … WDYM THERE’S ALSO AN ABUSIVE EX?! And he’s come back to MURDER HER over a naked painting of her younger self like a fucking CREEP?!*”

(*not a correct summarization of what happened, but not not correct)

Anyway, I found the tragic past!

11. “Abusive ex is played by Peter O’Brien? With a ‘French’ accent? *snort* I mean, okay, it’s a choice. Anyway… what a douche… moving on… “

12. Aw, they kissed! *claps* And so soon! I mean, it was under horrible circumstances, but it happened… and with lingering looks to boot? You know what, I’ll take it. ‘Cause, I mean, look at them… and like let’s not talk about the juxtaposition of Phryne’s panic over seeing someone who once hurt her being redirected by a kiss from someone who would never hurt her… and Jack subsequently lunging for an armed René to stop him from taking Phryne… we’ll just ignore that for now

13. Felt the “I am not afraid of you” in my bones. Good shit.

14. “You kissed me. … You kissed me back!” Children, please. This is a Wendy’s.

This is as far as I’ve gotten, but omg what a fun ride so far. Friends who tried to recommend this to me for YEARS, I am SO sorry I slept on it. I understand now and your taste is impeccable. *muah*

#mfmm #it’s 5am idk

[galaxy98]

Favorites Meme

Tagged by:@matt0044

Favorite Color: N/A

Currently Reading: Treasure Island by Robert Luis Stevenson. For most of my life, I was mostly familiar with it through the 2002 Disney adaptation of the story, which was completely different from the original. Heck I didn't even know that it was an actual story until my mid-teens. So in combination of wanting to expand my media literacy and Dr. Livesey memes, I decided to bite the bullet and buy the book. So far, I've been pretty engaged with it. I had know no idea that it was told through Jim Hawkins's POV.

Last Song: Hajanga by Jacob Collier. About a year ago(?) I found this interesting Youtube channel that uploads videos of miscellaneous performances by musicians and puts a music sheet on the bottom to show the notes they're singing or playing. Also they put funny titles up to entice viewers. What I didn't know was that Jacob has a music career and I got the chance to listen to one of his songs. Highly recommend listening to the live MIT performance of Hajanga.

Last Series: King Of The Hill. I mainly put that on for background noise since I've seen it a hundred times. There are some other shows that I want to watch but I want to commit to it without any distractions.

Last Movie: Mission Impossible Dead Reckoning Part One. While this is the 7th installment in the series, it's actually my 2nd viewing--last one being the first movie I rented from the library. So far my impressions is that this is a series full of twists and turns. You can never be so sure of who you can trust the first time around.

Currently Working On: Nothing concrete at the moment. I've mostly have ideas that are swarming around in my head that may or may not come to fruition. Last thing I ever uploaded to AO3 back in January was a Deltarune fanfic called Winter Wonderland (AKA What's Eating Noelle Holiday?), a sorta post Chapter 2 story were Noelle experiences a nightmare involving her missing/possibly dead sister and how she comes to grips with that with most of the Kris and Susie Darkworld stuff being in the background. I had original plans for a short story involving Dess and Asriel but that's scrapped as of right now. Also, I'm currently hyperfixated on Elemental and it's still very likely that some ideas I have for THAT may never come to life. Probably the most vicious cycle of any given writer.

I'll leave a link for the aforementioned story but be warned, I was mostly press for time trying to get that out so it may be not be my 100%. So if I ever go back and revise it, you'll know why. https://archiveofourown.org/works/44080062/chapters/110833800

Tags: @gojira007 @magpie-allosaurus @nrwynter @fenth-eiria @adrian-shepard @shybi-n-ready2cry @paperbagedhead

#meme post #personal

[taraa-dactyl]

Aftermath

Read chapter 2 here -> expedition

A/N -> This is the first time I'm actually publishing my writing because this stupid blue dude got me fucked up.

Summary -> Your actions during the Human-Na’vi war lead to your exile from your clan and you’re forced to connect with a certain Olo’eyktan.

Pairing -> Jake Sully X Reader

Word count -> 3.6k

The battlefield raged below you, Na’vi and humans assault each other with their varied weapons. Explosions boomed in the distance, and leaves above your head rattled violently in the wind produced by the sky people aircrafts.

“This is what Tayrangi has trained for…the greatest battle of your life is fast approaching,” Ikeyni whispered to you, hiding behind the trunk of a tree not even fifty metres from the battlefield. She broke from her sentence to shoot an arrow with a speed you had only seen a handful of times. You took in her form as she leaned against the trunk again, pure precision as she calculated when to strike and when to duck behind the tree.

“I’m proud to be one with the clan, give me your orders and I will follow them.” You reassured. 

A Samson aircraft approaches, your ears prick up before they can get the jump on you. Your crossbow at the ready, wood biting into your palms, and the arrow laced with poison embedded itself in the chest of the pilot. Which would kill him regardless of its landing. 

Ikeyni’s painted eyes narrowed on you, “You know the terrain, any week and strong points, I have new orders for you,” She said decisively. You’ve shot another arrow before she can finish her sentence. Fire and smoke consumed the forest behind you, the neons looked significantly duller.

“I need you at the tree of souls, I have received word that the Omatikaya are gathered there to pray to Eywa. I need your word that you will protect the new Olo’eyktan, Tsu’tey. As Tayrangi is sister to the Omatikaya, you must defend them.” Her sharp eyes held yours, you felt yourself shrink but covered it up. Regardless of your time spent with the Tayrangi and training under Ikeyni, you hadn’t grown accustomed to the ruthless and levelheaded woman.

A bow of your head is the only confirmation she needed before you stood from your squat and clicked your tongue before letting out a loud chirp. Your Ikran, Ta’ra swooped into view her teal and pink wings flapped lightly next to the tree. You leapt onto the stretched skin of her wing and climbed onto the saddle situated on her mid-back. You took a steep dive into the forest, away from the gunfire, toward the masses of people gathered under the tree of souls, slowing for the familiar man to mount your Ikran behind you before banking to the left. Two arrows were shot from behind you, and landed neatly in the skulls of the humans below. You made multiple rounds of the battlefield, killing the attackers in herds but still didn’t see a mass improvement.

The two of you were closer than ever to the human base known as ‘Hell’s Gate.’ Both of you worked to disable as much of the giant machinery parked on the runway, which no doubt awaited orders to join the assault on your people. Your barrage ended as you landed on a thick branch in view of the base. Fires started in each compound, You watched as humans came running out into the hanger. They didn’t let up the assault, bullets whizzed past your ears and embedded into the bark of the tree. A bullet implanted itself between Tsu’tey’s ear and the trunk of the tree, Your ears pinned back against your skull as you heard chatter over the static-y radio, hoping to pick up any information before they were able to use it to their advantage.

“Eyes in the sky, be on the lookout, he’s got red beaded hair, riding on an Ikran.” Your heart skipped a beat out of nervousness as you realised Tsu’tey was being targeted due to his status as Olo’eyktan.

An assault of bullets flew in your direction as your Ikran made her way to the other side of the base, your rounded eyes took in the scene before you. War raged on both sides of the conflict, bodies dropped left and right. A hole was blown in the middle of the building on the base, not a person left in the facility other than a small bundle left in a cradle, parked in the centre of the room. A barrage of bullets aimed your way missed the three of you by a hair, you let out a gasp at the bundle laying in the crib.

You circled the building once more, watching the fire slowly spread from the edges of the building. Your heart shattered for the abandoned child, your strong ears heard its cries calling out. Ta’ra landed roughly in a clearing in view of the base, your woven armor took the brunt of the gunfire. You saw the machinery gaining ground and slaughtering your people, you felt the pain of your people but it didn't distract from the image of the crying child, alone with flames slowly consuming them. 

Tsu’tey must have felt your emotions radiating off you as he cleared his throat. “Leave me, rescue the child and keep it away from harm.” He stated, with no room for argument, it didn’t stop you from trying.

“No, I am under strict orders to escort you, to not leave your side, and there is no way from my Ikran to get in there.” You couldn’t meet his eyes as you contemplated what he had said.

“The Dreamwalkers have taught me the human ways, similar to the Na’vi way. They say life is sacred, especially the innocent, especially children.” His voice rumbled from behind you, a disapproving stare heated the back of your head. You knew you wanted to retrieve the child and it’s what you thought was moral.

You let out a sigh as you contemplated what you were about to do. Your gut had two instincts; One that you should go after the child, and Two that you shouldn’t leave Tsu’tey.

Ta’ra perched once again on a branch, you and Tsu’tey were quick to dismount, sharing a final raw look as you both gestured to each other. 

"Oel ngati kameie.” I see you

You ducked under low-hanging branches that had fallen during the battle and climbed over debris before you arrived at the building that was going up in flames, smoke rose into the sky as an impending warning, which almost dissuaded you from going inside. Nonetheless, you scaled the scrap metal along the side of the building, avoiding the exposed wires as they sparked and fizzled every few seconds.

Your form casted a shadow on the weeping child as you leaned over the edge of the crater blown in the roof. The child cried and whined out for anyone to protect them, the thought of the scientists and military deserting the helpless baby was a haunting image.

You gathered the small bundle in your arms and gently hushed and bounced the child in the hopes to quiet their wails. Your eyes welled with tears as the smoke consumed the room, your eyes caught the name Miles scrawled across the sign on the front of the crib. You quickly heaved yourself up onto the nearest bench to the exit through the ceiling. Your muscles flexed as you climbed through the opening, doing your best to hold the child to your chest, and made the trek back down the building.

Relief washed over you when your feet met the ground, now that the child was safe from harm you had to find the group of scientists Jake Sully trusted, and could hand over the child. You called for Ta’ra who followed your chirps and whoops to your location, finally you climbed on her back carefully, one arm cradled the babe to your chest as the other attached your queues. You scoured the battlefield for the scientists, spotting them not far from your previous location. 

The handoff was seamless as you explained the situation as quickly as possible, antsy to get back to your set mission, your mind was still on the battlefield, on your duties and strikes that were yet to be executed.

The forest was almost silent, shrouded in thick smoke, ash blew on the wind as the immediate consequence of the war.

Your ears zeroed in on Ikeyni’s familiar ululating calls for help throughout the forest, your heart sunk, you knew someone had to be injured. Your strong strides carried you to the group huddled around the body lying on the forest floor. Your breath caught  in your throat and  feline-like eyes widened in horror at the scene. 

Tsu’tey’s war paint was broken up by the crimson blood smattered across his face, the rest of his body in a similar fashion. Mo’at hovered over him, binding the open wounds but by her expression you knew it was all in vain. Through the haze of pain he looked past Jake Sully and nodded to you. The understanding in his eyes did nothing to quell the storm raging inside you. His final words were wheezed out to Jake Sully.

“Set my spirit free.” Your eyebrows pinched together and you forced down your shaky breath. Jake protests Tsu’tey’s decision, his final words were weak yet thick with emotion. Any words exchanged were blocked out by the ringing in your ears, you stared as Jake Sully leaned over the Olo’eyktan, his shadow shrouded his actions but when he pulled back from the body, you gazed at the red pooling down his body, Tsu’tey’s glazed-over eyes stared blankly into the sky, the Na’vi’s prayers for the dead echos through the solemn forest.

The war was over, Tsu’tey was long gone and the new Na’vi, previously Dreamwalker, Jakesully became the new Olo’eyktan. The Omatikaya returned to Hell’s Gate to escort the sky people to their ships to return to their planet. The evicted parties were sullen and angry and you didn’t miss the look their leader shared with Jake Sully.

You and some of the remaining Tayrangi joined them, as you watched the human’s ship leave the atmosphere a sense of relief was present, cheering and whoops almost drowned out the engine of the ship. A select few of the non-violent humans were invited to stay on Pandora, there were no arguments against this decision and thankfully no further conflict.

Ikeyni instructed you and the other Tayrangi to return to Omatikaya’s new home, you agreed to her orders, it wasn’t like you would disagree as you could barely meet her eye since your return without Tsu’tey. Their temporary home was a stone's throw from Hell’s Gate, where a ceremony was swiftly organised to transfer Jake Sully to his Avatar body and become a full Na’vi.

Days passed as the Omatikaya rebuilt and settled into their new home. The camp was bustling as hunters returned with the spoils of the day, children roamed free, laughing and playing in the new terrain. You kept to yourself, not wanting to meet the scorn of your fellow clan members whilst you awaited new orders from Ikeyni. Tonight the clan leaders were meeting for who knows what about, despite being invited to the meeting. A nervousness clouded over your whole day and by nightfall the community had gathered around the fire as they ate, sung, and talked about the events of the day. 

The meeting was scheduled for now when it was less likely for anyone passing by to overhear the contents of the meeting. You perched outside the tent awaiting for orders to enter, when you heard your name called you were hasty to pull apart the cloth barrier. Jake Sully’s eyes caught yours as recognition fell over his face and you’re brought back to days before in the forest as you saw Tsu’tey’s eyes glaze over. You almost have to shake your head to rid the memory.

The atmosphere was tense and despite your warrior background, you shrunk under the gaze of the two Olo’eyktans. 

“Thank you for joining us, I was just discussing with Toruk Makto the terms of your agreement with Omatikaya.” Arrangement? Surely she couldn’t be talking about your birth clan, you were more Tayrangi now than you ever were Omatikaya, you had been welcomed into the clan within the first few weeks of living with them.

“You are no longer needed with the Tayrangi, you will return to your home clan and you are relieved of your role as chief. You will no longer hunt, even with Omatikaya, you are stripped of your armour and are to return to civilian life.” It was a punch to the gut, in no way could you have prepared yourself for this, despite knowing you would receive punishment for your actions during the war you didn't expect such a severe response.

Your lip quivered before she got out the first sentence and you hated yourself for the blatant display of emotion. You were chief for god-sake who would respect a warrior that immediately broke? But you were no longer a chief, you had to remind yourself. So what were you?

Ikeyni’s words were nauseating, she watched as you processed her words and beat you to the punch before you could argue with her.

“It is already done.” grief gripped you and you resigned yourself to your fate, you swallowed down your pride and tried anyway, begging. 

“Fighting is all I know, I was born into it, bread for it, and you mean to tell me I am being punished for a tragedy, something out of my hands? Who am I if I cannot hunt?” It came out as a whisper, raw emotion in front of these powerful Olo’eyktans, but there was no pity for you and Jake Sully was merely a voyeur in the conversation.

“The alliance between Tayrangi and Omatikaya is over as the sky people are gone. We will remain civil but no longer deploy warriors between the clans. You are to be with your birth clan, we thank you for your service.” You scavenged your thoughts for any argument that could prevent you from the inevitable, Ikeyni’s form retreated, a sour reminder there was no room for argument.

You caught Jake Sully’s eyes for a moment, an emotion neither of you could put your finger on shared between you both, before you followed your previous Olo’eyktan outside, into a huddle of the remaining Tayrangi. Your armour was stripped in front of their eyes, piece by piece landing in a pile on the ground as shame and humiliation clouded you.

The decision had been made and there was no fight left in you. Your teary stare landed on the pile throughout the ritual but by the end, you met Ikeyni’s indifferent gaze.

You stumbled away from the group holding back the tears that had been brewing, you forced them down due to the numbness that steamrolled any other feelings you had. You stared at the eclipse in the sky wishing that this wasn’t real, that it was some nightmare your brain had conjured up. hadn’t you given enough, paid enough for your actions? The image of Tsu’tey’s empty stare at the same eclipse you look at as he lay on the forest ground, succumbing to his wounds has haunted your dreams every night since the war. The crimson stains on his body and your hands burned into your memory, you figured a lifetime of hunting and preparing for war would have prepared you for this. You felt fragile, the only one haunted by the demons that had invaded your home.

Your vantage point offered you the view of the remaining Tayrangi gathered around their Ikrans on a cliff near camp, as they readied their saddles for the flight back home.

Guilt racked your frame as you realised you’d delayed their return back to their families, and you wouldn't journey back to see the familiar faces and friends that had been by your side for the past few years. Knowing looks were sent your way, embarrassment heated you all over. Within the hour the Tayrangi had said their goodbyes to the Omatikaya, who returned with thanks for their support during the fight. You had sequestered yourself from both clans until Ikeyni pulled you aside one final time.

“This is not the end of us, I will return soon to check on you and the skxqwng Jake Sully, who will most likely need some guidance in his Olo’eyktan duties, perhaps in my absence you may fill the role.” You wanted to snort at that, you wanted nothing less to do with the man as he served as a constant reminder of the Olo’eyktan you had killed. You gave no response other than a silent nod. You and the Omatikaya watched the Ikrans fly off into the horizon until they were nothing more than a spec in the distance, and you were alone, in a clan that you had not been a part of since a babe.

Though you were in your birth clan, it’d been years since you were a part of the Omatikaya. Whilst you felt like an outsider it was comforting knowing that this was also their new home since the destruction of Hometree, they’d done their best to make this camp liveable whilst searching for a new Hometree to claim. Hammocks strung from the low-hanging branches and torches were embedded every few metres; their way of life had not changed despite the change in habitat.

The communal fire burned bright at the base of the largest tree in the area as families gathered around its warmth. You kept to the outside of the circle, not joining in on the conversation around you as you thought about the interactions you had with Ikeyni earlier in the day. The harsh look on her face is not one you would forget soon, and the disappointment in you that she undoubtedly harboured. 

You were zoned out observing the flames until the whispers met your twitching ears and you couldn't take another bite of your food, “...Killed Tsu’tey…” “Shame to the Tayrangi” “Murderer.” You felt the guilt and anger at yourself deep down, but somehow on the surface level it was just numbness. 

A gasp ripped from your throat as a larger frame settled into a squat next to you, a muscular bicep pressed firmly against yours before they readjusted their position. You looked to your right but your eye line only met his shoulder before you looked up to meet the golden eyes of Jake Sully’s. The flames of the fire bathed him in a warm glow that made him and his eyes look enchanting, and you hated yourself for thinking it. 

“How are you settling in?” His voice was husky and commanding, he seemed so suave as he questioned you and smiled at other clan members around the fire.

You were not quite sure how to answer as you’d only been there a few hours and had barely interacted with other clan members.

“It’s…very different from when I was a child, I suppose I have you to thank for that.” You didn’t mean for it to come off accusatory but it did, he looked at you with amusement and snorted his way into his next sentence.

“I didn’t mean for all of this to happen,” He looked around at the gathering. “To completely up-root these people's lives and to suddenly be looked to as a leader. I am no leader but I’m honouring a promise, something you know about.” He nudged your shoulder. 

You wished you could take solace in this interaction, the first person to show you kindness since your return, but a bitter taste in your mouth brought you back to your actions from days ago. It was baffling how little interaction you had with the other Omatikaya clan members since the war as you knew people definitely remembered you just as you remembered them, but sharp looks were sent your way the second you attempted to speak to them. You had to admit Tsu-tey had dedicated supporters.

“I have no opinion on your leadership style Jake Sully.” It’s decisive. 

“Call me Jake.” He asked for your name in return and he pondered the phonetics of it before deciding he liked the sound of it.

“You know I could use your expertise in terms of Olo’eyktan duties, I’m gonna need a right hand when it comes to making decisions.” Your mind was so numb from the days' events you couldn’t even comprehend what he asked of you. You could only stare as he awaited your response.

His cocky smile wasn’t infuriating, more welcoming and secure. One of his eyebrows raised, surprisingly hairy but you could account that on his human genetics. What caught your eye is the tiny white flecks dotted along his face, the constellations making indistinguishable patterns that you would love to spend time trying to decipher. 

“I do not plan on being here long Jakesully, you have no use for me.” You’re headstrong, he’d give you that.

“Well I hate to twist the knife but this is your home now. It’s best if you try and make it comfortable for yourself.” He’d nearly finished his plate, mopping up the leftover grease. 

“I’ll entertain the thought, if I’m here longer than a week you will have your answer then.” You compromise. He stood up from his squat, knees cracking as he did and you had to stifle a laugh. 

“Less than a week.” He assures before walking off into the crowd, greeting people as he parted through.

You were getting out of here if it’s the last thing you do, you didn’t even need the chief  title at this rate, just to hunt and be a warrior. You thought back to Ikeyni’s parting words, “ I will return soon to check on you and the skxqwng Jake Sully.” She was bound to return within the same month to meet with him, what better chance would you have if you were the right hand of the Olo’eyktan? You had your answer.

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