#aurora fanfic

[tesslinua]

Once upon a time, a little boy was born with the Chimeric Plague. His mother loved him very much.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59331793

[asymmetryestablished]

listen, it's not about panel six, I'm following instructions

if you tag Red on this post I'm blocking you btw, don't even think abt it

[the-mountain-flower]

APPARENTLY I never posted this on Tumblr, whoops

CW: blood, non-graphic depiction of serious injury, self-destructive behavior & semi-makeshift medical procedure

“I didn’t ask for your help, I don’t need it!”

“Yes, you do!”

Falst gets badly injured, and Dainix tries his best to get him to accept the help he needs.

“Are you going to use the ‘tactics’ card every time I get injured?”

“If I have to, yes.”

Falst groaned, but resigned himself to his fate. This wasn’t the first time Dainix had practically forced him to accept medical help, and given their luck, it probably wouldn’t be the last.

Dainix set him to lie down on a relatively flat, softer patch of land, and knelt in front of him. Falst held back a wince, as the shift in position caused the shrapnel still embedded in his side to move, and his ankle twinged painfully when it touched the ground. He moved his arms to try and bring himself to an upright position, but a firm hand from Dainix caused him to stop.

“Don’t you dare, you have to save your strength. Plus, it’ll make it harder to treat the wound.”

Falst scoffed. Under normal circumstances, he could've pushed him away with relative ease. “I just need to get this thing out and I’ll be fine, nothing too serious.”

Dainix didn’t dignify that with a response, just shot Falst a serious look before taking out the first aid supplies he had on him. Then he pulled back the fabric of Falst’s shirt, where the largest piece of shrapnel had pierced the skin, and cursed outloud when he saw how bad it was.

“Told you,” Falst said, “not so great if the weapon’s still in.”

In the ferin’s side was a large piece of sharp grey metal, and based on Dainix’s initial look at the wound during the fight compared to now, and the shape of the closed area, most of the metal was still inside the body. The wound was almost entirely closed over, so only a portion of the offending material was visible. In the attempt, skin had grown over the edges, uneven where the shrapnel impeded the process.

“I don’t suppose there’s a way to get this out without further cutting, huh?” Dainix asked reluctantly, but already reaching for his knife, knowing he couldn’t risk leaving it in much longer. Thanks to his father’s preparation, he had all the necessities and knew how to use them, and he knew well how to not let anxiety get the better of him in serious situations. Still, a fast-healing condition like Falst’s was something he hadn’t exactly accounted for back home, and he tried his best to make sure his worry didn’t show too much.

“Not really,” Falst responded, “unless you know something that I don’t.”

“And, I'm sorry, but I’m going to have to clean the wound-”

“Ugh! Please tell me you don’t mean that awful stuff you used last time.”

“Unfortunately. Brace your senses” Falst had detested the kitridine back in the caves, but he himself said that he couldn’t heal infection quickly. Dainix used a milder disinfectant to cover the blade of his knife. It wasn’t meant to be used this way, but it was their best option at the time. Then he took the vial of horrible-smelling liquid and prepared it onto its cloth. “You’re going to be okay, right?”

“Just get it over with. I won’t-” Falst paused, then turned his gaze away from the ignan. “I won’t scratch you this time.”

“Alright, remember to breathe.” Dainix took a deep breath himself, one hand prepped with the knife, and antiseptic in the other. “Three,” he started so that Falst could know when the action was coming, “two, one.”

Dainix quickly sliced open the skin over the shrapnel, then discarded the knife so he could extract the metal, which he tossed far away from either of them. Blood speckled the ground in its wake. The instant that was done, he pressed the cloth with the kitridine onto the wound.

During the first part, Falst just barely held back a shout of pain, instead practically hissing through gritted teeth. Once the cloth covered the wound and the kitridine made contact, he nearly screamed like the last time. The world around him blurred, and he could barely hear Dainix’s reassurances over the harsh sound of the antiseptic on flesh, and the searing feeling that accompanied it. His claws raked the ground in front of him and beside Dainix, dirt overturning grass faster than the blood was leaving his body (which wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, thanks to the damned pressure the ignan was applying).

“Breathe in, breathe out.” Dainix reminded.

“Fuck you.” Falst spat. He was going to regret that later, but he couldn’t focus on anything right now.

“I know, I know.” Dainix tried not to take offense, knowing that Falst was in pain. Despite the thrashing, he kept the cloth firmly over the wound, using both hands to do so. “I’ve got you, it’s going to be okay.”

A moment later, the worst of the effects had passed. Falst was breathing heavily, the ground in front of him completely torn apart, but he was hurting significantly less than before.

One hand still applying pressure to the wound, Dainix brought out a roll of bandages.

“Don’t need that,” Falst muttered, “It’ll close fast, remember?”

“We still want to prevent as much blood loss as possible, and this’ll make it less likely to reopen before it’s fully healed.”

Dainix finished up the bandaging process. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Aside from my pride? Falst thought bitterly. “Not really. Mostly some scratches that are already gone or weren't that deep in the first place.” He shrugged, lifting himself to sit upright again.

This time Dainix didn’t protest, though he wanted to- he knew Falst was too stubborn for it to make much of a difference. He tried to help steady him, but Falst pushed him away.

Dainix gave his friend a concerned look. He had gotten to know Falst pretty well in the time they'd spent together, and had gotten good at discerning when he was holding something back. “That's all?” he asked, hoping the ferin would open up about how bad it really was.

Falst gritted his teeth. He didn't want to admit it, but…

“Fine, I might've gotten an ankle injury from when it got hit earlier, but it's not a big deal.”

“Let me see.” Dainix insisted. Without waiting for a response, he moved to examine the joint in question. “Which one- oh, never mind.” He saw it almost immediately: Falst's right ankle was extremely swollen and bruised.

While Dainix was examining it to know exactly what got injured, Falst had to bite the inside of his mouth to prevent any audible reactions to the feeling. Thankfully Dainix looked to be paying full attention to the ankle, so he wouldn’t see his flinching.

Dainix grew more and more concerned the longer he examined the injury. For as much as his dad had taught him, this was a little outside his regular wheelhouse. What concerned him the most, was how non-reactive Falst seemed to be.

“How does it feel?” Dainix broke the silence to ask, looking up to gauge Falst’s reaction.

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. Does it hurt a lot, and anywhere specific?”

Falst shrugged. Dainix sighed. Gods, getting this guy to open up was like pulling teeth.

He went back to trying to identify what exactly was wrong- almost certain something had happened to the bone or connective tissue, probably both.

“OW!”

Dainix quickly pulled back his hand when Falst cried out. Falst immediately regretted letting it happen, but the questioning had distracted him from biting it back.

“It’s fine” He tried to wave away Dainix’s concern. “Don’t worry.”

Dainix wasn’t buying it. Falst wasn’t being truthful about his symptoms, and that could only cause more harm if he didn’t open up about it.

“Falst, be honest with me. How badly does it hurt?”

“This is pointless.” Falst pushed Dainix away, trying get up. He was hindered by the wound, and the minute he tried to put weight on the injured limb he nearly crumpled to the ground. Dainix caught him before he fell, trying to get his friend to sit back down.

“Caliban help me,” Dainix muttered under his breath, then said out loud, “Falst, you are not putting weight on this, and if you’re not careful-”

“I can wait until we get back to the others. I’ll be fine.”

“And what if it gets worse before then? Or we encounter something else and you can’t defend yourself because you were too stubborn to accept help?”

Dainix stopped and took a deep, calming breath. He moved one arm so it was supporting Falst, and placed the other on his shoulder, so he could more clearly see his friend’s face.

“Look,” Dainix said, “this isn’t like the caves by Zuurith. As far as we know, our survival doesn’t depend on you being awake and able to fight. That doesn’t mean you can keep going when you need to rest.”

“I can. You seem to be forgetting that I heal fast. I can take it.” Falst’s voice rose in a defensive tone.

“You’re not invincible!” Dainix’s own voice rose in turn. “There are some things you can’t just walk off, in this case literally! I’m almost certain you broke or tore something, but I can’t tell because you won’t be honest with me about how bad it really is!”

“I didn’t ask for your help, I don’t need it!”

“Yes, you do! If I hadn’t noticed it, how long would it have taken until that wound in your side closed with the metal in it? Or if you tried to take it out yourself, how long until you died of blood loss, or an infection?”

Dainix’s voice caught, and Falst noticed for the first time that Dainix almost looked… scared.

“How long until this attitude gets you permanently injured in a way that was easily preventable if you’d just asked for help?! How long until it gets you KILLED?!”

Dainix stopped, finally realizing his eyes were beginning to well with tears, and he was gripping Falst’s shoulder like he was the ferin’s only lifeline.

Falst let himself slump back to the ground, forcing Dainix to let go. He sat next to him, not letting himself meet his friend’s gaze.

“I’m sorry,” Dainix said, “I shouldn’t have shouted like that.”

“Don’t be.”

A moment of silence passed, then Falst asked something in an uncharacteristically soft tone.

“Why do you care?”

This caught Dainix off-guard. “What?”

“It shouldn’t matter to you whether or not I get hurt. So why does it matter?”

Dainix laughed sadly. “You’re really not used to having friends.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Look,” Dainix said gently, “if it had been any of the others that were hurt, would you have done anything to make sure they were okay? Wouldn’t you try to make sure they didn’t get hurt in the first place?”

“Of course!” Falst insisted.

“Well, it goes both ways. I care about whether or not you get hurt, because I care about you.”

“But I can take-”

“I know you can. But so can Kendal, and Tess has natural armor, and Alinua and Erin are skilled life mages. Would you be okay with them doing what you’re doing right now? Do you value them by their usefulness or ability to take damage for others?”

“...No.”

“Then you shouldn’t treat yourself that way. Please, don’t put yourself through more pain just because you feel like you have to. Let me help you get better.”

A few moments of awkward silence later, Falst sighed. He supposed Dainix wouldn’t relent until he let him help. And… maybe he had a point.

“Fine.”

Dainix gave him a gentle hug, careful to not aggravate the wound in Falst’s side. “Thank you.”

Falst didn’t push him away, He found himself content to let it happen, and was maybe a little disappointed when he pulled back.

Dainix went back to inspecting the ankle. “How does it feel, really?”

Falst pursed his lips, then answered, “Awful. It’s hard to move on purpose, any kind of pressure makes it hurt more- like a bruise- and, I think it’s gotten worse since it happened.”

A few moments of questioning and examination later, Dainix deduced that Falst had probably fractured a bone, and torn a ligament.

“Neither are completely broken, but with both of those in the same place it’ll take a while to heal without magical help. Have you ever torn a ligament before, especially this one?”

Falst was reluctant to admit it, but, “I don’t know. What’s a ligament?”

“They’re what connects the bones together.”

“Oh, then I don’t think so.”

Dainix nodded. That was good, even if it meant not knowing how long it’d take to heal on its own. He brought out a new roll of bandages.

“I thought you said it wasn’t completely broken? And the skin’s intact.”

Dainix held up the roll for Falst to see more clearly. “These are compression bandages, different kind than I used earlier. It’ll help with the swelling.”

“Oh.”

This time, Falst didn’t bother to hide his reaction. When Dainix applied the bandages, he let himself tell him just how much he disliked it.

Soon, Falst was well enough that Dainix could help him up, and the two made their way to where they and their friends had agreed to meet up.

When they made it, Alinua, Kendal, Tess, and Erin were already there. Erin was making camp with stone magic, Tess and Alinua were getting a campfire started, and Kendal was keeping watch.

From his position, Kendal was the first to see the remaining members of their party arriving. He called back to the others, “They’re back-” but stopped when he saw Falst’s blood-stained shirt and bandages, and wrapped ankle. “What happened?!”

“I’ll explain later.” Dainix said. While Alinua rushed up to meet them, he gave Falst a serious look.

Falst sighed. “Help me out?” he asked Alinua.

“Like you needed to ask.” The cloud elf’s hands were already glowing green, and as soon as she was close enough she began to command the soul energy around to help him out.

Falst looked up at Dainix as if to say, See? It’s fine.

Dainix smiled. It was a good start.

[mayosvoid]

Welcome to the first part of the Aurora Space AU! This is a concept I have been rotating in my brain for the past week and a half so I hope you enjoy it. Chapter 2 should be coming soon!

[auroras-zenith]

what doesn't kill you // prologue

you had your whole life planned out for you; start an agency with your best friend, scale the charts and make japan your bitch. but when a tragic accident leaves you incapacitated and out of a job, you find you just need to start fresh. you cut ties–and for two years, you've all but disappeared. until they need you again and come knocking at your door.

bakugo x retiredpro!reader

next

It didn't make sense, the way you and Bakugo worked.

See, for everyone else in his life, he seemed to gravitate towards people opposite his nature.

Take Kirishima, for example–the blonde's best friend and wingman since high school. It was obvious how they clicked. The red heads steady, calming tendencies serving as the anchor to Bakugo's ship, lost in the storm of his brash, reckless ways.

The same could be said about nearly every other person in his life.

All but one.

"Yeah? Try me." He hissed, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed. The telltale scent of burnt caramel had already begun to propagate through the street.

"Dynamight- stop! Don't engage with the villain! Detain without injur–"

"Shut the fuck up, Deku!" Bakugo spat, ripping his comm off and tossing it to the side. "This extra wants to go, so let's go!"

"Hell yeah!" You grinned cockily, appearing at his side.

Where the world served to calm Bakugo Katsuki, you were the opposite. You were the oil, and he the flame. It shouldn't have worked.

But it did.

The world could say what it pleased about the two of you. At the end of the day, it was undeniable that you were an effective pairing on the battlefield.

"Start an agency with me." He demanded that foggy high school day, staring at you with such intensity anyone else would've confused it for a glare.

"Why should I?"

"Who else could keep your dumbass in check?"

You hadn't spoken for a week after that. He had spent those seven days sulking around–temper even shorter than usual, Kirishima tailing him, apologizing on his behalf.

"Because I can't do it without you."

"Sorry?" You asked, looking up snootily. You had heard him–he wasn't exactly a quiet person after all–and he knew it. The small quirk upwards in the corner of your lips gave you away.

Still, he humored you, rolling his eyes. "I can't do it without you." He huffed, louder this time. "I can't start an agency without you by my side."

Two of Japan's up and coming heroes–and boy were they coming in hot. Dynamight and Cordelia. Two wildly talented people on the battlefield, fearsome as they were reckless.

"Congrats, L/n." Kirishima smiled proudly, raising a glass.

You smirked fondly, lifting your own to meet his.

He was here for Bakugo, but it was nice to see him nonetheless. It was odd; despite the individual bonds you both shared with Bakugo, the two of you had never built a close friendship of your own. You simply enjoyed your respective time with the blonde, each holding respect for the other's unique relationship with the hot head.

"Thanks, Kiri." You grinned, taking a sip from your glass.

"To the Dynadelia agency!" A voice shouted over the chatter, a glass seen lifted over the sea of people.

The crowd erupted into noises of approval–hundreds of drinks lifted into the air.

"That's for us." Hot breath tickled the back of your ear.

You scoffed playfully, grinning wildly as you turned to face the voice. "Really? Couldn't tell."

"I'm serious, N/n. That's us. We did it."

You softened. "Yeah. Yeah, Kat. We did."

There was no stopping the two of you after that. The Dynadelia agency quickly rose to the first ranked agency in Japan, fourth in the world, each of you easily securing spots number two and four on the Japanese hero charts.

You didn't spend all your time together. You were both far too chaotic for that. Instead, you often found yourself allied with Deku and Shoto, and he with Redriot.

But when the two of you met on the field, boy were you unstoppable. Each a raging storm, fueling the other as both charged head on into danger.

"And another victory for pro hero Dynamight and the Dynadelia agency. As we hurtle into a dangerous, villain filled world, we thank our heroes for all..."

You hummed as you brewed yourself a pot of coffee, the news playing in the background as it covered your partner's latest tussle with a villain.

The finished mug was warm between your hands as you moved to sit on the couch.

You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to appreciate the slow day. It was warm inside despite the rain that could be heard pelting the floor just outside the window.

There was something so soothing about your cozy apartment on days like these. The plants that hung from the ceilings, the skylights overhead, and the mantle where you had placed old photographs of your high school days.

It was so authentically you.

"Could Cordelia and Dynamight be more than just partners on the battlefield?"

You paused your thoughts to tune back into the news, giggling as you heard the speculation. It was nothing new. The whole civilian and media world assumed the two of you were together–and even amongst those who knew you well, your friends and family all joked about the same.

It was obvious to the world that the two of you liked the other; and had since high school.

Maybe one day you'd settle down together. Retire and raise a family. But for now, you were both far too deep into your careers for anything as serious as that–and you were quite happy being his best friend.

You felt a buzzing in your pocket and set down the cup of warm coffee in your hand. Speak of the devil. You grinned as you answered.

"I just got home. You missing me already?"

"Fuckin' Deku's getting his ass kicked. Shoto too. Get over here."

You could hear sirens blaring in the background as he breathed heavily into the mic. It wasn't every day that someone could take on Japan's top three heroes and live to tell the tale, let alone leave them scrambling for more support.

"Tell them I'm on my way. Are you with them?" You were already up, coffee long since forgotten as you grabbed your costume, comm and phone.

"Shitty hair and I are about to take over while they handle evac."

"Be there in five."

You barely heard his affirmative before he hung up, screaming orders. It wasn't unusual for calls like this to occur, but something felt different about this one. Worse, somehow.

You sprinted out the door, whispering a thank you to the heavens as you stepped into the heavy rain.

The ground lowered away almost immediately, quirk like second nature as the water around you propelled you level with the clouds.

"Cordelia," they called you; heart of the sea.

a/n: been on my mind for a while so why not hehe

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[sommornyte]

‘ 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴… ’

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 & 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 & 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐈

(Kinda inspired by this post)

[giveme30dollars]

[SPOILER: Aurora Webcomic 2.3.15]

So my brain autofilled a continuation for a potential next page (yet to be released).

(It autofilled Crustables because of course it did.)

[fandoms--fluff]

Could write a dark Hope Mikaelson were she has fem yn as like her side kick instead of Lizzie

Training

Heretic female reader x no humanity Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: none?

A/n: This is probably not the most exact accuracy, but I haven't watched Legacies in a hot minute, and even then I've only seen it once. So I tried my best from what I do remember. I hope you like it!

Plus i may have made this a romantic ending. and maybe a bit more fluffy than it should be, but I didn't realize it in the moment i was writing it, so I hope you still enjoy it wither way.

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Alright, how much longer is this going to take? We've been in this crummy motel for the past four days and have barely made progress on Aurora" You lean against the door way with your arms crossed.

It's been a boring couple of days and you need to get out of here, but of course Hope thinks otherwise, the closest you get to to 'leave' is going outside on the balcony. And even then, you're always accompanied by her as if you were to run away. Which would be a stupid decision on your part for even just thinking about it. The humanity-less tribrid is not a force you want to reckon with. Especially considering the sire bond between her and yourself.

It's not even that you're hungry or anything to do with your new vampire side colliding with your siphoner witch side. It's more like you're so sick of staying in the same place with no room to breathe or have any time to yourself. Even when you're in the shower, you can tell Hope is close by the door, listening. Which is in your mind just plain creepy, but you never bring it up, not wanting to make the tribrid mad.

Hope looks up from the desk where she has a contraption of some sorts that looks half put together. "I thought I told you to stay with Aurora in case she tries something." Hope blatantly says, ignoring your question.

You test your luck, "Well, she's been passed for the last three hours and I started to feel a bit creepy just staring at her. And it feels stuffy, can't we do something other than this. Even for just a little while. You seem like you could use a break." You tell her.

She sighs. That's all she does before she gets up, the contraption grasped in her hand and walks past you into the other room where Aurora is chained to the wooden chair.

Before you can even ask what she's doing, Hope plunges it into Aurora's chest. The redhead screams in agony as the contraption sinks deeper in and then causes her to pass out again, her body withering in pain.

Hope turns back to you as if looking for a compliment on what she just did. "What? What do you want me to say? Yay, good job for torturing the red head bitch?" You ask, exasperated.

"Come on," is all she says, nodding to the door as an order to follow her. You glance back at Aurora once more before following her outside the run down motel door.

"What's going on?" You ask as she closes the door and puts a spell on it to make sure no one can go in or leave the room.

"Well, you've been pestering me for how long to get out of here? So, that's what we're going to do, we're going to go to the carnival in town. To test your abilities and to train them" She states while walking down the old creaky steps that lead to the parking lot.

You furrow your eyebrows in suspicion but follow her nonetheless. Climbing into the passenger seat of the car, you do up your seat belt before turning to her. "Should I be worried or turned on about your newfound creepiness?" You smirk.

That gets her to pause, and slowly turn to you, hands still placed on the wheel. "Just do as I say" she finally answers before backing out of the parking spot and going onto the road.

You smile to yourself, proud how even with the sire bond, you could get under her skin...Well to an extent. You don't want to cross a line.

It's quiet on the whole way to the carnival, its quite unnerving. You audibly sigh when you guys finally get there and climb out of the car. Hope pays no mind to it as she leads you guys through the entrance past excited, screaming, and running kids.

"So, when is training going to commence?" You couldn't take it anymore and broke the silence between the both of you.

"Now" She answers, stopping in front of the test your strength game. "Strength is great in a fight, but can also be your downfall in everyday life" She turns to you, and leans in close to your, "Well, un-life." She pulls away and faces the worker in charge of the game.

One second you were watching them talking, the man scoffing at her, and the next, Hope bent down and tapped the surface. The metal piece shot up and hit the highest mark gracefully before plummeting back down.

'"How?.." The man was gobsmacked at what just happened.

The tribrid turns back to you. "Your turn. Try and control your strength to tap the bell and not blow it off" She moves to the side, making way for you to go to the front of the game.

"Okay" You breath out and shake the nervousness out of your hands. You crouch down slowly before reaching out your hand and tapping the surface ever so lightly. So lightly in fact, you barely felt the hard rubber grazing your finger tip.

You watched, breath held, as the piece of metal shoots up the markers and finally clangs against the bell before shooting right back down.

You let out a big sigh of relief at doing something right and not breaking the game. "Did you see that? I think I have pretty good control, don't ya think" You turn back to Hope, a smile lighting up your face.

"Maybe so" She nods, a hint of a smile twitching at the corners of her own lips.

She leads you guys away from the wide eyed man who's practically frozen on the spot, passing all the rides. "Hey, why don't we go on some? You know, instead of testing we could have some fun, maybe bond?" You ask, wanting to have a bit of fun. You haven't been to a carnival since you we're a little kid and you're starting to feel the adrenaline rush of what it feels like being at one.

"And before you say 'no', just think about it. I doubt you've ever been to a carnival before, and they can be so fun if you remove that glare from your face" you point out in the middle of her opening her mouth.

There's a long pause. "...Fine" She basically grumbles. You're right, she's never been to a carnival before.

And that's how you guys find yourselves on the ferris wheel. You're stopped at the top, the view being amazing. "Look at how tiny everyone else is" You say. "Mhm" she says, not really paying attention You gaze down and then turn to Hope. Only to notice that she in fact was not looking at the view and instead her eyes are locked on you.

"Hey! Earth to Hope. You good?" You ask, waving your hand in front of her face. Her eyes snap up to yours which immediately makes you pull your hand away, smile fading from your face.

"Wait a second, are you starting to warm up to me, Mrs. Mikaelson" You smirk, jokingly, hoping that it wont backfire. All you want to do is get her into a good mood. She's been all doom and loom recently.

And even though she has no humanity and killed you, you still care for her and notice when she seems not the 'healthy' amount of careless.

All she does is scoff, but her eyes have different ideas when travelling down to your lips. She can't help herself from leaning in and pressing her lips against your soft ones.

It takes you a moment before snapping out of the shock before kissing her back. The kiss lasts longer than anyone would think between a newly turned heretic and a humanity-less tribrid.

"Not a word of this. To anyone" She says, as if some of her humanity was slipping through. She pulls away from the kiss, surprised at herself for letting her damn 'emotions' getting in the way of her revenge plan.

"Nah, you definitely like me. Even with your cold, no humanity heart. i have proof" You taunt, smiling and tap your finger against her chest overtop her heart. Hope roles her eyes before pulling you back in for a kiss.

A pretty good way to shut you up, might you add.

[wolftoken]

4am adventure • mountain x reader x aurora

a/n: @gravehags hiiiii i shortcircuited about 5 times trying to write today lol but part 2 will be posted at some point :3 who knows when definitely not me

word count: 1602 • tags: fem reader, threesome, oral (m and f receiving), praise, mentions of exhibitionism

• masterlist •

Every now and then, sleep just seems to evade you for a night or two. No matter how long you stay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your body won’t let itself rest enough to fall asleep. So instead, you start to wander. The ministry halls are beautiful in the moonlight, although slightly spooky as well.

You figured you might as well head to the ghoul’s den, there were bound to be some of them up at this hour of the night.

The doors were tall and heavy, carved with beautiful patterns in the old wood. You had to reach pretty high for the handle, as ghouls were generally a lot taller than your average human. Once you nudged the door open enough to step inside the den, you scanned the room. Cushions and blankets were strewn about the floor, a sure sign that a ghoul pile had occurred earlier. Although there were no signs of said ghouls. The silence made you nervous but you continued on further into the room, moving down to pick up the mess the ghouls had left.

After fluffing the pillows and folding the blankets you glanced at the clock on the wall. Almost four in the morning. May as well stay up until breakfast time, at this point. There’s a TV you can occupy yourself with, and movies in the cabinet beneath it. You’re looking through their romance selection when you hear the door swinging open and the quiet chatter of two familiar voices.

You see his horns first, tall and curved and forming a beautiful silhouette in the low light. Fangs glisten as he opens his mouth to laugh at the smaller ghoul by his side. Her horns are shorter but more menacing. Their expressions turn excited when they see you on the couch.

“Hey, pretty girl! What’re you doing here at this time of night?” Aurora asks, practically bouncing over to you and tackling you back into the couch cushions. You’re giggling underneath her as she softly nuzzles your jaw, and Mountain saunters over with an affectionate smile on his face. Your head ends up in his lap as he sits down beside you and strokes a hand through your hair.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk and ended up here. Why are you two sneaking around so late?”

“Papa wanted some late night tasks done and we were the only two still awake. You wanna come to bed with us and get some sleep?” Mountain replies, but with the weight of Aurora in your lap, sleep is the last thing on your mind.

The shift in your mood is easily picked up by the two ghouls, and they share a look as the smaller one bites her lip.

“I think we’ll take that as a ‘no’ on the sleep, huh? What else do you have in mind, pretty girl?” Mountain asks, peering down into your eyes. His glow a beautiful dark green in the shadowy room and they seem to pierce your soul in the moment. You can see his mouth is moving but you’re too lost in his pretty eyes that you can’t hear him speak. All you know is the feeling of clawed hands snaking up under your shirt and how good it feels to have the weight of a ghoul on top of you.

“Aww, she’s already too worked up to speak and we haven’t even done anything! you’re such a cutie, but we wanna hear you. Do you wanna have some fun with us?” Aurora asks, snapping you out of your daze. Looking up at her, you felt her claws eagerly prodding at your skin and a pleasant shiver made its way down your body.

“Yeah- please, wanna have fun,” you breathed desperately, and both ghouls let out quiet laughs at your tone. Aurora made quick work of your belt buckle and zipper while Mountain lifted his shirt over his head. You were so busy admiring his toned body you didn’t even realise the smaller ghoul had began to tease her fingers over your thighs to play with the hem of your panties. Whining quietly with frustration you only have for yourself, you don’t know who to focus on. It’s too much in the best way but you only wished you could look at two places at one time.

“Aww, pretty girl can’t even focus. Why don’t you lay back and let us do the thinking, okay? You don’t have to worry about a thing, baby.” Aurora mutters into your skin. It’s a pretty good idea, judging by the way your pussy clenches at the thought of letting two infernal creatures take control of your pleasure and body.

“You look so cute down there in my lap; how about you get me nice and hard while Rora uses her tongue on you?” Mountain asks with a sweet smile. The question makes your face heat up but you’re nodding vehemently in spite of it. You lean up to let Mountain strip off the rest of his clothes, and you turn your gaze to Aurora. She’s laying down over you, elbows propped up on either side of your hips with her head in her hands and her pretty fangs on display as she grins at you. Giggling at you in anticipation, she watches as Mountain guides you back down so your face is level with his half-hard cock.

It’s a bit of an awkward angle to be sucking dick but you’ll make it work. Anything can work when you have two beautiful ghouls on either end of you ready to rock your world.

Your underwear is dragged down your thighs and discarded on the floor somewhere so that Aurora can access your wetness. She wastes no time in delving into your pussy, making you yelp at the sensation. Mountain takes the opportunity to push his thumb into your open mouth to get you to look up at him. You don’t even need to be asked because you’re already nodding with the need to feel his cock in your mouth.

He’s always gentle when you’re with him like this, mindful of his size and strength. But fuck if it isn’t hard not to just grab your hair and fuck your face until he’s cumming down your throat - but he’s a gentleman. He’ll ask before he wrecks you.

However, Aurora will wreck you as she pleases. It’s evident by the way her tongue dives between your folds with fervour and determination to make you see stars. Her claws gently poke at the skin of your hips and it makes everything feel so deliciously intense. You moan loudly and with your mouth hanging open, Mountain can’t resist the change to shove his cock past your lips and feel the vibrations that your sounds cause. You’re both shuddering and you swear you feel the smaller ghoul smile into your pussy because she knows she’s got the both of you in the palm of her hand.

She’s unforgiving in the way she’s relentlessly eating you like you’re the last meal she’ll ever have. It’s a stark contrast to Mountain who’s ever so gently moving you along his dick, giving you soft smiles despite his urge to pick up his pace. Every time you moan he can feel it reverberate through him and it makes his mouth hang open in silent praise.

It’s not long before Aurora can tell that the both of you are close. You’re squirming in her grip and Mountain’s thighs are shuddering beneath you, and you desperately want to feel him release down your throat. Running on pure determination, you push your head forward to take more of his cock into your mouth and oh, did your reward not disappoint. Ropes of cum painted the inside of your mouth and throat, filling you with the taste of him. You swallowed as best you could with him still in your mouth, although now softening.

As Mountain caught his breath again, he pulled your mouth off of him and placed a gentle hand on your cheek, rubbing away the spit and cum that remained on your chin and lips. Aurora decided to persist her ministrations after you had got your own breath back, only for her to steal it away again as you felt her fangs ever so slightly graze your sensitive skin. Reaching your hand down to her, you held one of her horns in your fist and squeezed slightly, which made the ghoulette growl into your pussy, burying her tongue even deeper inside of you. Relinquishing control of your body to her, you let your moans fly out without the urge to stop them.

“Oh honey, you might wake up the other ghouls if you keep up that noise. You want them to catch us like this? I bet they’d like it, watching Rora all pussy-drunk for you and your hands around her pretty horns. They’d be so jealous - you know how bad they wanna fuck you, don’t you?”

Crying out in pleasure, the combination of Mountain’s filthy words and Aurora’s devilish tongue working you sent you over the edge. Both of your hands were in her hair and your legs tightened around her head. Her hands stroked up your body as you arched your back off the couch cushions, holding you in place so you didn’t vibrate onto the floor.

“You keep stroking my horns like that it’ll be long past sunrise before we’re done with you, pretty girl,” the ghoulette commented with a slight purr to her voice. Sleep be damned with these two demons by your side.

[tesslinua]

Wrote a fanfic about Tynan instead of working today. Have a look! He sucks!

[the-mountain-flower]

It’s Mothers' Day where I live, so to celebrate I brought y’all some angst (I didn’t cry while writing this… not even a little… nope not me…) (Don’t worry, my mom got an actual gift lol)

Title: lyrics from the song “Lose You Now” by Lindsey Stirling and Mako

CW: family member death (flashbacks)

Falst didn't realize today was the Feast of Serenis, and misses his mom.

Falst didn’t usually keep track of the dates, but if he was near a town or city, it was usually obvious when it was a feast day. If possible, it was a good time to blend in among the crowds and grab some food at any public festivities.

That was the case when he snuck out of a city with a ragged cloak, a few foodstuffs in his pockets, and fighting tears from his eyes. He hadn’t realized it was the Feast of Serenis.

He’d been caught off guard by the focus of the festivities. Practically speaking, it meant he stood out more as a lone figure in a sea of people who surrounded themselves with friends and family. Which Falst had none of. He really, really wished he could hate it. Today always managed to make him feel so much more alone than usual.

But he couldn’t hate it, because his mother had loved this feast day.

Falst disappeared into a small forest near the city; one that gave just enough cover for him to hide in the trees, but it wasn’t large or dense enough for its own god so people rarely came, especially on days like today.

He climbed up a large, wide tree with sturdy branches and decent cover. It was where he’d been hiding out, until he was inevitably found and was driven away, just like everywhere else. It was one of the more uncomfortable places he’d stayed, but it suited his needs just fine.

He settled down on one of the top branches, and took from his pocket one of the foods he’d filched from a rich-looking merchant when they weren’t paying attention. It was a frosted bun, encased in a delicate wrapping that stuck to it a little and smeared the icing when Falst took it off, a side effect from being stuffed in his pocket with everything else. If he had the option, which he usually didn’t, Falst tried to go for heartier, more filling foods. Still, he had a fondness for sweets, and would never pass up the opportunity to grab something tasty. Plus, he needed something to make him feel better.

While he ate the bun, he was reminded the treats his mom had gotten on her last Feast of Serenis. Falst was still a young child back then and didn’t quite remember the details like he used to, but he desperately clung to what he did recall. Still a little overwhelmed by all of the activity from before, he didn’t have the mental energy to try and stop the memories… not that he wanted to.

He remembered his mom’s excitement at showing him the sweets she got for them from the market. His dad was out of town that day (typical of him to be gone for the Feast of Serenis), so it was just the two of them. He remembered practically stuffing his face with the sugary treats, and sitting in her lap as she read him a story from a childrens’ book. He couldn’t remember which story it was. Falst asked if she could draw something for him, and they ended up drawing each other. He wanted to remember what hers had looked like, but there was no chance he could find it, if it even existed anymore.

His finger hit a knot on the branch, and he realized one of his claws was scratching the tree bark. He looked down to see a half-finished depiction of the letters he’d found on his mom’s tombstone. He hadn’t fully realized he was doing it at first, but he finished the name anyway. It was rough and uneven on the bark, especially the first half since he hadn’t been paying attention, but it was clearly there.

That was another thing he wished he could remember: her name. He’d only known her as “Mom”, and for some reason, the only writing he had of it was this.

For the millionth time, he wondered why her tombstone had been marked with Ancient runes. He wondered bitterly if his dad did it on purpose, just so that Falst couldn’t know what it meant. It was so unlikely, but Falst was almost upset enough to entertain the idea.

Falst inhaled heavily and tucked one knee to his chest. He wrapped his tail around himself, similar to how he would with his mom when they were sitting together. He brought out another piece of food from the festival- this one healthier and more filling- and got himself to take another bite. He reminded himself that food was to alleviate hunger, not grief. Nothing could heal a broken heart, but he could at least make sure his kept beating.

“Happy Feast of Serenis.” Falst whispered to the runes beside him. “I miss you.”

[iamthecomet]

comet, oh comet, imagine big strong mounty running to little bitty aurora to be the one to break his (very rare, very sudden, and very intense) heat. he'd practically smother her trying to beg her to help him, and she'd be forced to quickly learn to adapt and provide.

*rubs palms together evilly*

thats it, love you. mwah

Oh Pink, I am imagining.

900 words of desperate, fast, rough, mount/rora under the cut

His knees hit the floor hard, and at first Aurora is worried. Heart stuttering in her chest as she watches Mountain tumble. He collapses in front of her, at her feet. She pauses--nail polish bottle in hand. Half of her fingers painted a pretty pale lavender. She says his name, concern lacing through the syllables. She doesn’t smell it at first–she’ll blame the nail polish later. But when she does it’s enough to nearly knock her over. Strong, desperate. Mountain puts his big hands on her thighs and she realizes he’s about to beg. 

She doesn’t know what to do with that. Doesn’t know how to respond–doesn’t really know how to give him what he wants. What does he want? She’s woefully underprepared for this. 

“Mount,” she says, capping her nail polish, setting it aside. “I don’t–maybe Cirrus is around and–”

The noise Mountain makes breaks her heart. He shakes his head. “Doesn’t want Cirrus, wants you.” 

“Your heat?” she asks. She wants to touch him. Needs to. But doesn’t want to smudge her nails–or worse get polish in his hair. But the situation is too dire–she needs to. 

She presses her palm to his cheek. He’s burning up. Skin damp beneath her fingers. She strokes her thumb over his temple, under his eye, along the sharp ridge of his cheekbone. 

He nuzzles against her, just that little touch causing his eyes to flutter. 

“Please,” he whispers again. “Please, I need, please you have to–”

The begging sends a shot of unease through her–she has to get him to stop. In normal circumstances she loves it. Satanas she could make Swiss beg all day–but this? She feels some sort of undue pressure. He is placing his heat in her hands and she isn’t sure she’s capable of breaking it. 

He presses his lips to her palm, then pulls away enough that he can take two of her fingers into his mouth. Tongue rough against the pads of them, laving. Drooling. 

Warmth unspools in her gut as she watches him. 

“You have to talk to me Mount–have to tell me what you need from me so I can–”

He’s on her before she can finish the words. Pushing himself up from the floor to flatten her against the bed, slotting between her legs. She feels her tacky nails stick to the bedspread. There isn’t time to worry about it because Mountain’s tongue is in her mouth. She’s caged in by him, pinned. She’s never felt so small. 

Her stomach swoops. This isn’t always what she goes for–being manhandled, pinned, used. But maybe she should do it more often. She melts into it, lets Mountain ravage her mouth with his tongue, licking deep like he wants to crawl inside of her. 

Hands coming up to grasp her ribs, fingers digging in. Like he’s unable to do anything except hold on. 

Aurora lets him kiss her breathless for a while, enjoying it, letting him hump uselessly against her thigh. Feeling how hard and hot he is through his pants. She has to to take mercy on him eventually. Wiggling free enough to divest herself of her shirt. She tries to get to her sleep shorts—she can’t with the way Mountain has her pinned. And he’s past listening. Mouth dipping to latch onto one of her nipples. 

She arches into him. Mind fizzling out for a moment as his teeth graze over her. As he bites down just hard enough and pleasure and pain fuse together. 

It’s a whirlwind. She could probably get him to slow down–could probably wrest some of this control back. Shove him onto the bed. Ride him until he cries. But she finds she doesn’t want to. She wants this. Wants Mountain’s clumsy, heat-addled, hands all over her. Wants to be held down and fucked. 

He maneuvers her like it’s nothing. Has he always been this big? She’s on her stomach before she has a chance to react–her shorts ripped down, just enough to expose her cunt. She knows she’s dripping. Can feel the slick on her thighs. Mountain inhales sharply. He hesitates. 

She wonders what battle he’s fighting. The urge to bury his face between her thighs and have a taste? Or just bury himself inside. His own brain fighting with his heat. 

She knows which one will win–but she presses up onto her knees anyway, and wiggles her hips. She slips a hand down to roll her clit between her fingers. For show as much as for relief. She drops her head to the bed. Ass up, face down. 

The way Mountain growls at the sight sends a sharp spike of arousal through her. 

She’s going to cum so hard she’s going to black out–she already knows it. 

When Mountain’s heat wins–because of course he does–and he pushes the fat head of his cock into her cunt without warning, she keens. Shoving back against him, wanting all of it, needing it. She’ll be the one begging soon–begging for more. Begging for him to fuck her so hard she never thinks again. 

Mountain pins her down with a hand on the back of her neck and sets a pace that she knows will have them both cumming in a matter of minutes.

She digs her fingers into her pillow and watches as little smears of lavender appear from her nail polish. 

It’ll be a bitch to clean. 

She couldn’t care less. 

[her-satanic-wiles]

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[auroras-zenith]

what doesn't kill you // part 1

you had your whole life planned out for you; start an agency with your best friend, scale the charts and make japan your bitch. but when a tragic accident leaves you incapacitated and out of a job, you find you just need to start fresh. you cut ties–and for two years, you've all but disappeared. until they need you again and come knocking at your door.

bakugo x retiredpro!reader

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The winds howled with a fury matched only by that lit within Katsuki Bakugo as he propelled himself forward at reckless speeds. The explosions emanating from his hands only aggravated the sky in its tantrum further. Fluorescent red and blue lights lit the night sky into day–a warning written into each flashing color.

It was a hard night to be a hero.

The villain had disappeared without a trace at some point during the fight–a cowardly move–but it was already far too late. The damage was done–spanning far across the expanse of several city blocks. Every hero in Japan was out, managing collapsing apartment buildings in the hundreds. The world waited with bated breath to see how things would pan out.

“South stairwell has fallen!”  The words were panicked and rushed, each staticky syllable striking a new bout of fear into the hero’s already erratic heart.  

“Deku! Civilians on the seventeenth floor! I can’t get them down without breaking the building!”

"We need backup!"

“Creati is down! We need to fall back!”

The blonde man felt his heart sinking. The heroes were spread too thin. They were losing ground. He had to call it at some point–had to cut his losses and count the bodies.

But how could they just leave? Even if the casualty count rose no higher, 182 loved ones would not return home to their families tonight–from this sector alone. He hovered midair for a moment, torn.

"Dynamight, we've got to go! The buildings structurally unsound!"

"You all get out! I'm not done yet. I'll leave when the building is clear!" You shouted, refusing to back down as you sprinted through the maze of debris.

“Tch! Cordelia! Rendezvous point! Now!” He made up his mind, shouting above the sound of the gales that threatened to knock him right out of the air. He changed course, guiding himself back toward where the rest were undoubtedly gathering.

"I've already told you! I'm not done till that whole building is empty, end of story. You go!"

"Cordelia, I'm not fucking with you, you hear me?!" He seethed. "Cordelia, do you copy! Don't start some self-sacrificing bullshit! Get your ass out, we're going!"

The silence that stretched through the night was fine at first–but then it was a second too long. And then several seconds too long. The eerie absence of sound chilled him to the bone, freezing him in his tracks. “Cordelia! Where the fuck are you at?”

He felt the blood in his veins turn to ice as he was met with the only sound worse than silence.

A blood curdling scream ripped through the comms, the crackly sound carrying evident agony.

“Crap!” He hissed, making an immediate 180. His annoyance was nothing more than a disguise–a clever mask that he could hide behind to feign confidence. In reality, he could feel his world shaking and crumbling to pieces around him. “I NEED EYES ON CORDELIA NOW! RED! SHE WAS WITH YOU LAST!” 

“She left with Chargebolt to the east quadrant!” 

“Chargebolt was taken out of the field for injuries!” 

“FUCK!” He shot through the sky, a comet of fear as unspoken worries and doubts flashed through his mind faster than he could shoot them down. He wasn’t supposed to fear–he was supposed to be feared. But you always had been his greatest strength–or perhaps you were his only weakness.

“I’VE GOT EYES ON HER, DYNAMIGHT! SHE’S BEEN HIT! EVERYONE GET TO THE RENDEZVOUS POINT, I’LL GET HER!”

"FUCK THAT, DEKU! I'M COMING!" The terror in his voice was practically contagious.

Midoriya felt the walls of the building crumbling apart around him–or maybe that was his world. The hit wasn’t looking good–clean through your spine. He slid to the floor, narrowly dodging a falling chunk of concrete.

“Cordelia! Cordelia, I need you to stay with me!” He demanded wildly as he willed his legs faster.

He had seen terrors of all shapes and sizes. Natural disasters that left everything in shambles, monsters that shook the earth with each step, but this…

He worked as he spoke, adrenaline working overtime as he rushed to lift you, sprinting as he navigated them both through the collapsing rubble as if you weighed nothing.

“Cordelia!” He felt his heart leap out of his chest as he saw your eyes threatening to close. “Cordelia! CORDELIA! Y/n! Y/n, please! He can’t lose you. I can’t lose you, Y/n!” He begged.

Your silence save for your labored and erratic breathing spurred his steps faster. A large piece of rubble fell from the roof, blocking the only exit.

“Shoto! I need a way out! Northeast stairwell’s compromised!” He shouted into his earpiece, heart beating louder than the sound of the building coming apart.

“DON’T MOVE, DEKU!” The world shook harder.

How could this be happening? Cordelia? His partner? The cofounder of the Dynadelia agency?

The wall in front of Deku and you shook, splintering into thousands of tiny rocks. The green haired hero moved to shield you with his body, his larger frame absorbing all the impact. He handed you off to the explosion hero without another word.

The blonde jumped without another word, using his explosions to slow his descent as he cradled you safely in one arm. Deku followed suit, using his quirk to slow his fall as well.

"MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!"

It didn't take a genius to see he was losing them. He was losing two of his closest friends. One to the giant metal rod sticking through her abdomen, and the other to the deathly fear pounding through his head.

The world was silent tonight as the men plummeted to the floor, praying for Japan's fourth hero.

The hero world, praying for Y/n L/n.

a/n: goal is to not randomly ghost this cus i HATE when that happens to me

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Hi!! Can I request a scenario of Jake Sully and Reader bonding with their kids and telling them a story of how they fell in love. Also maybe a bit of Reader bonding with Lo’ak who’s a mama’s boy?

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Pairing: Jake Sully x fem!reader

Summary: To get their energetic kids to bed, Reader and Jake tell them the story of how they fell in love

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: language

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I really liked this idea!!!! Please enjoy! <333

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The kids were hard to put to bed at this age. Always wanting to run around and play. It was a wonder that [Name] and Jake got anything done.

Lo’ak seemed to lead the chaos most of the time, Tuk encouraging his behaviour. This more often then not lead to Lo’ak doing or saying something dumb, usually causing him trouble from his parents. While Lo’ak always seemed to lead the shenanigans, Kiri was easily convinced to join although she pretends she wants nothing to do with them. And despite her ‘indifference’, she always seems to have the most fun. While Neteyam joins them every now and again, it’s more often that the three attempt at playing a prank on him.

Although that never seemed to work.

Once they tried replacing his drink with juice from a plant that was so smelly, that plants around it struggled to grow. But when Neteyam went to take a sip, he was pulled away for more training. Or when they tried to dye his loin cloth, the plant they used turned out to have no pigment when it dried.

These were small things that Jake and [Name] observed about their children. Small things that meant the world to them. Small moments like the one now while they run around the canopy in their Home tree. Although, the chaos can become loud and much too energetic for bed time.

Jake smiled at the kids running around playing a strange game of tag while he held [Name] snug in his arms. Looking down quickly, he found [Name] smiling at the kids as well. Jake could feel the vibrations of her laugh from under him as she reacted to something smart-ass Kiri said. The two could only feel a sense of pride as they watched their children. Jake laughed at Tuk sticking her tongue out at Lo’ak before she started to yawn.

“Alright! Time for bed!” Jake called, having apparently decided to call for bed time at the peak of their fun.

[Name] cringed to her self about the timing, the kids were not going to like this.

Sure enough, loud whining started from the kids. Well, mostly just Tuk and Lo’ak.

“It is not bed time yet! It’s barely even eclipse!” Tuk complained, pointing at where she thought the sun would be before slouching dramatically.

“Yeah! I was just about to beat Tuk! Again…” Lo’ak remarked, mumbling the last part with a grin.

“Come you two, your father is right,” [Name] started with an amused smile.

“As he usually is.” Jake added quietly, only to receive a small elbow in his stomach.

“We should all head to bed if we want to get a good night’s rest. We want to be ready to run faster for tomorrow, right Tuk?” [Name] smiled, watching as her youngest resist a smile at the chance of beating Lo’ak.

“Yeah… But I don’t wanna go to bed!” Tuk complained once again.

“Why don’t we tell you a story?” Jake suggested.

The kids were slowly closing in around them, finding interest in this idea. Tuk jumped right into [Name]’s arms, looking up expectantly at her parents. Neteyam and Lo’ak sat on either side of [Name] and Jake, facing the person promising a story. It wasn’t often that their parents would tell stories like this before bed.

Sure they had told stories of past and passed on information using this medium but a voluntary story before bed? Their parents saved the best stories for this time.

“Could you tell the story of how you fell in love?” Kiri asked softly, hoping that just they would hear as she moved to sit in front of her parents.

“How we fell in love?” Jake smirked, looking at [Name].

“Yeah we can do that.” [Name] looked at Jake, smirking back.

“Ewww. A love story. Of course you would pick that Kiri.” Lo’ak complained, rolling his eyes at Kiri.

“You are going to die sad and alone, Lo’ak.” Kiri stated, smacking his arm.

To which Lo’ak only pouted at, causing Neteyam to laugh.

“I think it is sweet, she can get ideas for her and Spider.” Neteyam teased, drawing out the ‘r’ in spider. Clearly having no such feelings as he laughed.

“You’re going to die alone too!” Kiri remarked, glaring at Neteyam which he only laughed harder at.

“Oh put it a rest you three.” [Name] rolled her eyes, finding not only Tuk laughing, but feeling Jake laugh from behind her as well.

When [Name] heard as close to silence as she was going to get, she began the story.

“Well, it started when your father wandered in this forest with his small crew of scientists.” [Name] began, watching as all of their faces morphed to those of great intrigue.

“After he was separated from the group, he was struggling to survive on his own.” [Name] spoke confidently.

“I wouldn’t say I was struggling.” Jake argued.

“You were struggling.” [Name] repeated with the same confidence.

Jake huffed as was met with the giggling of his children.

“When he was attacked by a pack of viperwolves.” [Name] said dramatically, all of the kids around her gasping.

“As he was struggling to fend them off-”

“What is with all of the ‘me struggling’?” Jake asked, cutting her off again.

“Well if you weren’t struggling then you wouldn’t have needed me to help.” [Name] smirked, knowing she won.

Jake only huffed again and rolled his eyes playfully.

“As he was struggling to fend them off, I jumped down and saved him, scaring all of the viperwolves off.” [Name] explained, a proud tone in her voice that Jake couldn’t help but smile at.

“As I went around accessing the damage he had caused, he dared to thank me.” [Name] shook her head.

Jake rolled his eyes, thinking about how it had been years and she still was not at peace with it. But then he saw he children, shaking their heads in agreement, to which he smiled, shake his head with disbelief at how similar they were to [Name]. Jake thought it was about time to take the story into his own hands.

“Then your mom looked at me, and it was love at first sight.” Jake smiled as he looked at [Name].

“She fell hopelessly in love with me.” Jake smirked, look around at his children who were equally entranced at his telling of the story.

���The only hopeless one here would have been you if I hadn’t helped you.” [Name] stated in a monotone voice, receiving another laugh from her kids.

“Regardless, from that day on, she couldn’t get enough of me.” Jake boasted with a smug smile.

“I then yelled at him for being a bumbling baby and how he should go back to his lab rats.” [Name] smiled with victorious glint in her eye.

“I was not bumbling!” Jake argued again, causing another wave of giggles.

“I don’t know, dad. Kinda sounded like you were a hopeless bumbling baby.” Lo’ak remarked, putting his hands in the air and looking away acting as if he were innocent.

“Nice one Lo’ak.” [Name] smiled, offering a fist to fist bump, which only mean Lo’ak beam with pride.

“Then he followed me to the root of the Hometree. Where I almost got rid of him. But then, like a miracle, the seeds of the tree fell on him, covering him completely.”

Several simultaneous ‘woah’s sounded from the kids.

“It’s actually funny, because if it weren’t for Eywa’s message, I would have shot him while he was prancing around with the viperwolves." [Name] giggled, clearly find that fact hilarious.

Jake did not so much.

“It wasn’t that funny.” Jake pouted, before continuing.

“She then was obviously obligated to bring me in front of the Olo'eyktan, seeing as I was the chosen one.”

“Chosen not to die…” Kiri remarked, [Name] smiled at her.

“Okay, why have we became a Jake Sully hate club today?” Jake asked rolling his eyes at the laughs he received from all of his family.

“Just continue the story, yawne.” beloved

“When we got their they told me that [Name] would teach me to be one of The People.” Jake boasted.

“After he told them he was an empty cup.” [Name] whispered to Tuk, but her voice was loud enough that everyone heard, resulting in another wave of laughter.

“Alright you four, now it’s really time for bed.” Jake stated, fed up with all of this slander.

[Name] kissed his cheek softly, causing Jakes face to move from a pout to a smile as complaints sound from the kids.

“He is right, it is now time for bed.”

[Name] smiled as they all got situated for sleep, when Lo’ak sat next to her, a timid look on his face.

“What’s wrong Lo’ak?” [Name] asked softly, concern written all over her face.

“Do you think I will ever find love?” Lo’ak asked quietly, no doubt trying to hide the question from his siblings.

“Of course you will, Lo’ak! You are a wonderful young man who is going to grow to be a wonderful man with a mate that Eywa has sent, just for you.” [Name] smiled at the boy.

“I have no doubt in my mind that you will meet someone who loves every bit of your wonderful self.” [Name] gazed softly at him.

Many saw much of Jake in Lo’ak but [Name] saw so much of herself in him as well. Lo’ak smiled back before hugging her tightly.

“Thanks mom.” Lo’ak smiled more confidently now, before yawning.

“You get to bed, little man.” [Name] laughed as Lo’ak made his was to where he was sleeping.

Jake walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around his mate.

“We did well with them.” Jake smiled, resting his chin on [Name]’s shoulder for a moment before kissing her neck quickly.

“We did.” [Name] smiled, leaning back to enjoy his arms around her.

“We really did.”

A/n: Thank you so much for reading! Please read the request guideline before requesting! It makes it easier for me! Thank you! <3333

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