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[k1tty5]

could I mayhaps request a grian drawing? 👉👈 maybe in a similar style you did for secret life scar? I love that piece so so so so much its so beautiful ;-;

awawa that’s very sweet ,,, a secret life Grian to go with Scar!

[daddydixonscrossbow]

who do you write for for the walking dead? cause i’d love to see you write for glenn!!

Warnings: TWD themes, zombies, blood/gore, mentions of death/killing, strong language, kissing, fluff

Word Count: 3.6k | unedited

TWO YEARS AGO

“Fuck!” You screamed, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

You slammed your back against the door, tears forming in your eyes, “Glenn!” Your voice breaks, “G-Glenn!”

You waited, hopefully he would yell back, come running In, something, but nothing happens, “Shit.” You take a deep breath, standing up straight, “Okay, okay, okay.”

You push your palms to your temples, trying to rack your brain about where they were headed, but you couldn’t remember.

Rick, the guy you found together, was headed for something important. You were willing to help him, you were helping him, until a hoard of the dead separated you from your group.

You managed to get into a building, barricaded the door enough for you to escape out the back. You climbed up an old fire escape, hoping to see, or even catch a glimpse of him, but nothing.

It was a sea of dead, and you were on the verge of losing it.

“Okay, okay, okay.” You walked back over to the fire escape, climbing down. You stopped, kicking your boot against the window and giving it a few seconds.

Your main focus right now was to find supplies, hide out for as long as you can.

You wanted to wait, you knew Glenn would come back for you, or so you thought.

ONE YEAR LATER

“So who are you looking for again?”

You look up at the guy, Midge, sitting across from you, “My fiancé.” You sigh, “We got separated a little over a year ago in the city.”

“How do you know he’s still alive?” Midge holds his hand out, “Sorry, I don’t mean for that to come off so.. harsh.”

You shrug, “I don’t, but I’m not going to stop until I know for sure.”

“How are you going to do that?” Carrie sits down on the seat next to you, “Do you remember any of the people who you were with?”

You nod, “Yeah, beside Glenn, there was Rick, he I guess was a sheriff before all of this. Nick, but he died.” You laugh slightly, “He, um. He tried finding medicine for this man’s daughter but he didn’t make it.”

“What happened to the daughter?” Carrie asks, “Did she make it?”

You shake your head, “No. she turned and then all of a sudden, boom. The dead took over the group.”

“But you, Glenn, and this Rick fellow, all made it out?” Marge asks and you nod, “Well, we were escaping them and ran into more. I tried to stay with them but there was just.. too many.”

“We had three other people with us. Sounds kinda the same, honestly.” Carrie shakes her head, “Now it’s just me, Marge..” she points to the person driving the RV, “Venom.”

“Why do they call him venom, if you don’t mind me asking.” You look at Carrie and she laughs, “He used to own a snake store before all of this shit. He had all kinds of them.”

“Fitting.” You chuckle, “Thanks for not running me over with this, I really appreciate the ride.”

“We saw how you handled those dead freaks out there, figured it’s better to befriend you, but if you try to steal from us or kill any of us, I’m not promising to spare your life.” Carrie tilts her head and you nod, “Got it.”

“Do you know which way Glenn was headed?” Marge asks and you shake your head, “I can’t remember, I think something about the, oh fuck. The..” you think for a second, “The fuckin’ CDC.”

“We’re actually headed there, too. I heard some professor may have some answers about why the world went to shit.” Venom says from the drivers seat, “Looks like you hitched a ride just in time.”

But the CDC was a huge bust.

The building was ashes by the time you rolled up onto it.

You got out, scouring the place for any sign of Glenn, but nothing is found.

You walk back to the RV and step inside, “We can just take 85, head towards Washington? I don’t know what else to do.”

“Do you think he went that way?” Carrie asks and you shrug, “I don’t know, I’m just hoping that he had the same idea.”

Carrie nods, “Well, lucky for you. We don’t have any place to be, so.” She laughs, “Washington, here we come!”

SIX MONTHS LATER

“There’s nothing out here.” Carrie’s hands slap her thighs, “No gas. No food, water. Nothing.”

“Then we walk, my map says there’s a housing complex a few miles up the road.” Marge points, “We can try there, if not stay the night. It’s going to be dark soon.”

“We can clear it, barricade the doors.” You nod, “I’m in.”

You make your way to the houses, but they’ve already been cleared, of walkers, food, everything.

“Damn it.” Carrie sighs, “What the fuck are we going to do?”

“Let’s just try and get some rest.” Venom sighs, “We can’t keep going if we’re low on sleep.”

“He’s right.” You nod, “We can get rest, wake up, and keep moving. Marge.” You point to the map in his hand, “Are there any streams around here? We can filter the water if we find a-uh, mesh net or something.”

“I’ll look.” He nods and you help the others barricade any entrances.

After a while of sitting around, Carrie motions to you, “What were you and Glenn before all of this?”

“He delivered pizzas and I worked from home. I was just a customer service rep.” You laugh slightly, and you and Carrie speak at the same time, “Who ordered a lot of pizza.”

You all laugh and you nod, “I miss him. I miss him so much. I just hope he’s okay.”

“We’re going to find him, and you two can have the best reunion anyone has ever seen.” Carrie smiles, “Is that what’s keepin’ you going?”

You nod, “He’s the person I’ll never stop looking for.”

“I’m glad to see people still have some sort of hope.” Venom glances at you, “Lost my wife the day everything went to shit.”

“I’m sorry.” You frown, “If I ever get annoying talking about him pl-“

“Shut up.” He laughs, “It’s nice having someone around who still has that grip on hope. Everyone else we came across was just miserable and wanted what we had.”

“How many people have you killed, y/n?” Marge asks, “If you don’t want to answer you don’t have to.”

You sigh, “Eight.”

“Eight? Whys that?”

You shrug, cracking a smirk, “They wanted what I had.”

ANOTHER SIX MONTHS LATER

You’ve been walking for what feels like months.

You managed to find an old vending machine still full of snacks. You had to fight off a few of the dead ones for it, but as Venom said, totally worth it.

“How much further until we see something?” Carrie looks at Marge and he stops to look at his map, “It says there’s an old factory, I wanna say a day or two walk from here?”

“So we need to camp out for a night or two?” Carrie raises her brows and Marge nods, “Maybe just tonight. If we pick up the pace we can maybe cut it down to a day and half?”

He cracks a smirk and Carrie huffs, “You’re not funny.”

“Sorry.” Marge puts his map away and points, “We can keep walking a little bit longer, maybe someone will drive by? Can hitch a ride?”

“If only we were that lucky.” Venom mumbles as he walks past all of you.

You reached up, holding onto your necklace for comfort.

“I see you do that a lot, he give it to you?” Carrie points to your neck and you glance down, “Oh, yeah. It was our two years anniversary and this was his gift to me. Haven’t taken it off since.”

She nods, “I really am rooting for you to find him. You’ve been a big help this whole time.”

You shrug, “You gave me a chance. The least I could do is make sure you guys are s-“ you point, “Dead ones!”

“Venom!” Carrie screams, unsheathing her knife, “Fuck.”

You each take on the zombies, one by one until they were all lying on the ground around you, “Okay, fuck.” You take a deep breath, “We gotta go.”

You managed to find a stone wall near a small waterfall. “we can build a fire, keep it close to the wall?” You point and they all agreed.

Even with one person keeping watch, no one could sleep being out in the open like that.

Finally, after tossing and turning and sitting up for every little sound you heard, daylight breaks and you keep moving.

“That warehouse should be-“ Marge’s voice fades away as you walk up to the fence to reveal an overrun warehouse, “Gone.”

“That tank looks like it exploded.” Venom points, “This looks like a place people lived. Do you think we should check it out?”

“I am.” You turn to walk and Carrie grabs your arm, “Whatever human was down there, is no longer down there.”

“I have to at least check.” You shrug, “I have to, please. One quick sweep.”

She gives it a second and then sighs, “Fine, but it gets too bad we’re going.”

You nod, pulling the fence to slip underneath it.

You walk down, knife and gun at the ready and you make your way around, “Half of this building is fallen in.” You look back, “I don’t think we should-“

A hand grabs your shoulder, and you whip around, pushing your hand on the chest of one of the dead, you plung the knife into its skull.

You run up to the door, screaming through the cracks, “Glenn!?”

Dead hands reach out, swatting as they try to move towards the sound. You jump back, quickly getting the hell out of there.

As you’re running back up the hill, you stop, turning around to take in the abandoned building.

“Glenn.” You whisper to yourself, “Where the hell are you?”

Walking and camping. Walking and camping.

That’s all you did the next few days.

You were almost out of water and food again.

All of you were running on little to no sleep, which caused things to get a little tense at times, but you all managed to push through it.

One morning, as you were packing up your tarp in your backpack, a guy came out from behind a tree and you raise your gun, “Whoa, hey. Stay right where you are.”

“Sorry, I just-“ the man sighs, “My name is Aaron.”

“Okay, Aaron. What do you want?” You ask, and by this time, Carrie and the guys were standing next to you, their guns drawn.

“I’m alone.” Aaron keeps his hands raised, “I have an offer.”

“What’s your offer?” Venom asks, “Where are your weapons?”

“I have a gun, on my hip, just a small pistol, and then a knife, but it’s still in there, too.”

You saying, “Your offer?”

“I’m from a community, just a few miles away. We have walls, homes, showers. Food, water. Everything you need.” Aaron states, “I’m a recruiter from there, we’re called Alexandria.”

“Alexandria.” Carrie scoffs, “How do we know this isn’t a ploy for you to get us to trust you and then fifteen men come out and kill us?”

“I know, I know it’s hard for you to believe, but I can show you where it is, you just, have to agree to stay there once I do.” Aaron looks at each of you, “I can even mark it on the map and-“

“Hold on.” Marge cuts him off, turning around to face you and the others, “What if he’s serious?”

“I am serious.” Aaron cuts in, “Please, we just want to help people.”

Marge turns around, “How many miles are we talking?”

“Just a few miles that way.” He points, “I have a car just up the road, too. My husband, Eric is waiting with an RV.”

“So you’re not alone?” Carrie tilts her head and Aaron sighs, “Alone out here, yes. When I get back to the cars, “No.”

“Can’t even trust him to-“

“Wait.” You cut Carrie off, “Do you have anyone there named Glenn, by chance?”

Aaron shrugs, “We just got a group in about two, almost three months ago? Things have been hectic, so I’m still learning names.”

“Glenn could be there.” You whisper, “I just..” you sigh, “If you guys don’t want to go I’ll go.”

“No.” Venom shakes his head, “You go, we all go. You have saved our asses countless times.”

Marge turns around, “Which way to the cars?”

——

After a little bit of driving and talking Eric, he points, “This is Alexandria.”

You all move to look out the window. Tall metal walls. Guards with guns at each post.

You honestly couldn’t belive this was happening.

“After years on the road, we might just be able to call someplace home.” Carrie shakes her head, “Another part of me has to see it before I really believe it, you know?”

Eric chuckles, “I promise, it’s exactly what Aaron described. Maybe even better.”

You take a deep breath as Aaron and Eric stop the vehicles, “Your weapons will be taken, but you can check them out after a few days. I promise, you won’t need them in here.”

Marge and Venom grumble as they get off the RV.

“New recruits for the community!” Aaron yells up to the guard at the top of the wall. She nods, “Weapons?”

Aaron looks back at you and Eric nods, “I told them.”

You lay your gun and knife on the ground, your legs trembling as you stand back up. Carrie and the guys follow, and soon after, the gate starts opening.

You walk up with your small group, your jaw dropping slightly as you see just what Aaron described, “No way.”

“Maybe he wasn’t lying after all.” Carrie shakes her head, “Oh my god.”

“I told you.” Aaron chuckles, “Welcome to Alexandria.”

As you spinning around slowly, taking all of it in, a familiar voice stops you in your tracks.

“Y/n?”

You spin around slowly, “Glenn?”

Tears instantly well up in your eyes and you run. You slam into him, almost knocking you both to the ground but he regains balance and his arms are tight around your body.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He mumbles over and over again, “I’m so sorry. I came back, but you were gone.”

“It’s okay.” You keep your arms right around his neck, “I found some people, I helped them they helped me.” You sniffle, “I thought you were dead.”

“I thought you were dead. Seen a walker that has the same necklace as you. Same hair color, everything.” Glenn leans back, “Oh my god.”

He lays a hand on your cheek, “I can’t.. believe that you’re here right now.”

“Is this the infamous Glenn Rhee?” Carrie teases as she walks up. You nod, keeping your arm around him as you turn to look at her, “It is. Glenn, this is Carrie. That’s Venom, and then you have Marge.”

“Why do they call you Venom?” Glenn tilts his head and you laugh, “I’ll tell you later.”

“You know, she wouldn’t shut up about you.” Marge chuckles and you sigh, “He said it was fine.”

“I’m sure Rick and the others can tell you the same thing. I wasn’t letting the thought of her go.” Glenn pulls you in towards him more, “I just can’t believe you made it here.”

“She’s a hell of a fighter. She ain’t kicking the bucket anytime soon.” Venom raises his brows, “She was determined to find you.”

“Hey.” Aaron walks up, “Glenn, I presume?”

He nods, “Yeah, hey. Thanks for bringing them here. This is y/n. My fiancé.”

“Now I see why you asked if we had a Glenn.” Aaron chuckles, “from here on out, I promise to learn names right away.”

“I’m going to, take her to the house so she can clean up, if that’s okay?” Glenn runs his hand up your back and Aaron nods, “Yes. Please, I will show your friends where they can go.”

Glenn leads you towards the house and you stop when you see Rick walking down the road, “Y/n?”

You smile, giving him a wave, “Hi, Rick.”

He looks to Glenn and back to you, “Holy shit.” He opens his arms, welcoming you into a hug, “I’m glad you made it out.”

You step back, “Wasn’t easy, but I had no other option. I was finding Glenn.”

“You found me.” He rubs your back, “Come on. Let’s go get cleaned up.”

Glenn leads you inside, giving you the run down about the house as you make your way towards the steps and up, “We all kinda share the space, mainly because we aren’t used to being here yet.”

You nod, “Aaron said he brought in a group about two, three months ago. Was that you guys?”

Glenn nods, “There’s been one or two people, but we were the biggest they’ve had in a while.”

You lean against the sink counter, staring at Glenn, “Sorry, I just.. can’t believe that you’re.. here.”

He nods, “I probably would have lost it if you turned around and you were someone else. I’ve wanted to look for you. I did go back and look for you. Everywhere we stopped, I was out there, all day looking.”

You nod, “I really wouldn’t shut up about you. I just had this constant voice in my head telling me to head towards Washington.”

“That’s where we were headed, then we sound this place, or, this place found us.” Glenn laughs slightly, “I’ll um, let you shower. I’ll wait in the room for you.”

You nod, watching as he closes the door as he leaves, and you turn, staring at another thing you never thought you’d see again.

——

As you walk into the room, Glenn turns around from grabbing a shirt, “Feel better?”

“Do I look better?” You joke, moving to close the door behind you.

“You look like you, just.. cleaner.” He chuckles and walks over, “I have waited two years to do this.” He cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours.

You lay your hands on his face and lean back, “I never lost hope.” You press your lips to his again, “I knew you were alive.”

“I’m still sorry I left you. I should have looked longer. Harder.”

You shake your head, “It’s fine, Glenn. I promise. I’m okay. Im here now and I’m not going anywhere.”

You step back to grab your shirt, “Did you guys see that old warehouse building? A couple miles from here?”

“Terminus?” Glenn raises his brows, “Yeah that ah..” he laughs, “Carol blew it up. We went there thinking it was actually a place we could live and it wasn’t.”

“Wait, so you were there?” You put on your shirt and change into a pair of sweatpants, “What was it?”

“A bunch of cannibals.”

“What?” You asked shocked and Glenn nods, “Oh yeah, they uh, they bound and gagged a few of us, after keeping us locked in a train car, then they took us in to a big room and has us down infront of this long tub looking thing and they cracked two guys over the head with, I don’t even know what, but we got lucky and fought back and then we found this.”

“Oh my god, Glenn.” You walk over to him, “I’m so sorry.”

“Then there was a prison, everything was fine until someone in another place wanted what we had and..” he takes a deep breath, “a lot of people died.”

“Glenn.” You wrap your arms around him and he hugs you tight, “after we got separated, Rick found his wife and son and I think his old police buddy. We went to the cdc.”

“We went to the cdc, too.” You look up at him, “We must have been a few months behind you then.”

“I should have kept looking.” His eyes scan over your face as he brushes hair from it, “I kicked my own ass every day for it.”

You shook your head, “Don’t do that to yourself, Glenn. We’re here now.”

“Where else did you go?” He asks, cupping your cheek with his hand, “I wonder if you went to the same places.”

“We didn’t go to the prison, I didn’t even know there was one. Marge didn’t say anything about one. But we went to the CDC then headed up 85, ran out of gas, hung out at a house in a development for a night, and started walking. Found the warehouse and then Aaron found us.”

“We were held up at a farm for a few weeks after the cdc, then it got overran.” Glenn runs his hand over your wet hair, “I’m so glad you kept going.”

You nod, “Trust me, I wanted to give up so many times, but this..” you pull up your necklace, “..kept giving me hope.”

Glenn smiles, “I still have that picture of you. That’s what kept me going.”

You smile, “I love you, Glenn Rhee.”

He kisses your forehead, “I love you. So much.” He pulls you in for a tight hug, “Are you up for meeting the people I’ve been stuck with for the last two years?”

“You mean your family?” You smirk as he nods and you sigh, “Then yes, yes I am.”

——

My first Glenn post. I love writing reader into different walking dead scenarios. I hope you liked it, smut one shots for him are coming soon.

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[lalacliffthorne]

a party and kisses at midnight - a new years modern!batboys drabble. 🎀🪩

(last one for this year, my lovelies, as a little thank you. I can't even describe how happy you all make my lil heart by adoring these silly little drabbles and this AU as much as I do!! love you all to bits!!! *mwah*)

"Why is it so fucking cooold..." Feyre's teeth were chattering as she hopped up and down on the spot, her breath a white cloud in the air.

"Cause it's winter,", Mor supplied, very helpfully, her voice slightly muffled from where her top half had disappeared into the trunk of her car. I snorted softly, shivering against the harsh cold wind brushing against my legs as I shifted from one foot to the other, clutching the three bottles with glittery booze Mor had handed me against my chest.

"And he really does this every year?" Feyre crunched her nose as she looked up towards the lit windows on the third flow, the star in my window shining in the dark.

"Yeah." Mor resurfaced, hair slightly tousled but triumphantly holding the bottle that had decided to roll into the depths of her trunk after she had taken a rather sharp curve. "Last year, he actually threw the party at his dad's mansion, because he was out of town and Rhys had the sudden urge to be rebellious. It was a huge thing." She frowned. "How did you two miss that; the whole campus didn't talk about anything else for weeks."

I shrugged as she plucked a bottle out of my arms, tightening my freezing fingers. "We both spent Christmas at home, and then at New Years, we holed up in Feyre's apartment. We were in a severe food coma by midnight and didn't get out of bed before the next evening."

Feyre sighed happily, staring dramatically up into the sky. "The good old times."

I snorted and sent her a wide grin. "C'mon, you love the idea of an actual New Years party for a change." I raised my brows. "Rhys definitely put more effort into food than we usually do; he ordered some super fancy food and did some stuff himself, he basically spent the whole of yesterday in the kitchen and wouldn't let anyone peak."

"Also the view from the balcony is amazing at midnight!" Mor stretched to close the trunk of her car. "You can see all the fireworks from the neighborhood, and the ones down at the river."

"Why don't we go and see them there?" Feyre pouted.

"Because a) it's gonna be packed with severely drunk people, and b) like you just mentioned,", I climbed onto the sidewalk, bumping into her side and widening my eyes dramatically, "it's coooold!"

Feyre snickered. "Fuck off."

"In case it gets too busy; I locked my room so there are no hook ups on my clean sheets, we can hole up in there." I pushed open the front door with my shoulder. The stairwell was warm, and I could hear music vibrating from the third floor.

"Yeah, because your sheets are so innocent." Mor grinned when I tried to kick at her, easily dodging my heel and raising her brows. "From what I've heard, your sheets have seen their fair share of not so clean action -"

"Oh, fuck you,", I growled over Feyre's cackling, pressing my elbow into her back to keep her from tipping over backwards while trying to fight the heat in my cheeks and the grin pushing onto my face. Mor snickered and blew me a kiss, and I flipped her off as best as I could with my arms full before beginning to push Feyre towards the stairs.

"Seriously, I always wondered; how is Azriel in the bedroom -"

"Mor, shut up!", Feyre and I called in unison, Feyre laughing so hard, I had to shove her up the stairs. Shrugging, Mor followed, flashing me a grin.

"Just curious, you know; I've heard he's quite skilled, and I mean, it makes sense, the quiet ones are usually the ones who go hardest -"

"Oh my God." I dropped my forehead against Feyre's back as she stopped to hold onto the banister, giggling so violently, she started hiccuping.

"Okay, fine, I'll stop." Mor grinned. "But only because I don't want Feyre to fall down the stairs before she can get her midnight kiss from Rhys."

My best friend stopped laughing abruptly, and it was my turn to snort and cackle.

Feyre's cheeks glowed pink as she glared at Mor. "I don't -"

"Sure." Mor smirked and slipped past us, sending her a wink before sauntering up the stairs. Feyre glowered at her back, beginning to stomp after her, and giggling, I followed after both of them.

Up on the third floor, the music and noise made the floor vibrate.

"How do the neighbours don't complain every year?" Feyre widened her eyes slightly, readjusting the packages of snacks she was balancing in her arms with her chin.

"Probably used to the boys being loud." I smirked.

"I think Rhys always invites the people right below you, and the ones down on the first floor usually spend New Years somewhere else, so they don't really got anything to complain about." Mor knocked her elbow against the door. "And the old folks next door wouldn't even hear a whole football team tap dancing up the stairs, so -"

Feyre and I started giggling, and Mor grinned before widening her eyes when someone pulled the door open. "Thank God, I'm starving."

Following Feyre into the hall, I sighed happily at the warmth enveloping me as I kicked the door shut. Feyre peeled off her jacket before taking one of the bottles out of my arms, and I slipped out of my coat, squeezing it onto the overflowing coat hanger next to the door.

There were people filling the hall, the kitchen and crowding the living room; coworkers of Cassian's and friends of the boys from the gym, some of the guys Rhys played basketball with, people from uni and classes and a whole lot I didn't know. It was loud and full and smelled of stale air, perfume and food.

Mor, Feyre and I slipped past kitchen, where the Christmas decorations were still up and the counter had been transformed into a bar, with flashing lights, fancy glasses and streamers. Putting the glittering booze down, I followed after the other two into the living room. The tree was glittering, lametta draped over the branches after Cassian and I had taken down all the baubles this afternoon. Golden streamers were hanging over the shelves, ceilings and windows, along with big floating balloons. Cassian almost ran into one when he spotted us, starting to grin widely.

"Hey!" He ducked under some streamers and pressed kisses to Mor's and Feyre's cheeks, the latter clearly not used to his teddy bear behavior yet, before slinging an arm around my waist and lifting me off the ground slightly in a tight hug. When he let me slip to the ground again, he sent me a shit-eating smirk. "Look at you; you know, if Az isn't around at midnight, I'd totally -"

I kicked his shin the same moment someone behind me snorted, and as Cassian winced, an arm was dropped over my shoulders.

"If you think Az is not gonna make sure he gets his midnight kiss, you've inhaled too much glitter." Rhys' lazy smirk was audible in his voice when he leaned down his head a little. I pressed a kiss onto his offered cheek and called over the noise: "Where is he?"

Rhys opened his mouth before closing it again and smirking, nodding over my head, and turning around, I followed his gaze.

My heart dipped and swerved, and my breath hitched in my throat when over the heads of the crowd, I found golden amber eyes piercing mine.

Azriel was leaning against the wall next to the fireplace. His shoulders strained against his simple black t-shirt, tattoos scattered over his arms, his dark hair tousled. He looked glowering as usual, not paying any attention to the people bustling around him, but some of his bored scowl slipped away as his eyes dragged over mine. Then he pushed off the wall and started moving through the crowd, towards us, people getting out of his way quickly. But he didn't even spare them a glance, just kept watching me, something warm and deep and twinkling growing in his eyes that caused my heart to begin fluttering quickly.

Rhys slid his arm from my shoulder and moved past me to greet Mor and Feyre, sending the latter a grin that caused her cheeks to grow pink even as she huffed, and Azriel pushed past him. Something rose into my throat as I tipped my head back to look up at him, parting my lips to drop a teasing remark about his outfit that didn't deviate from his usual fits in the slightest - but before I could even make a sound, Azriel dipped his head and kissed me.

A small sound broke from my chest at the firm press of his lips, my breath catching in my throat when I felt his hand slide up to my neck, and my heart swelled and pulsed under my ribs as my fingers curled into the soft cotton of Azriel's t-shirt and my knees turned to jello.

Azriel's lips curved upwards slightly against mine. I felt his tall, solid body press against mine, his calloused thumb gently tracing the line of my throat. Then Azriel slowly broke the kiss, his nose gently nudging mine as he pulled back his head just a little to stare down at me, his eyes golden in the warm pulsing lights. There was the slightest trace of a crease in his cheek, curtesy of a small smirk as he leaned down again to press a light kiss onto the corner of my lips.

"Hi." His deep voice vibrated through me, low and smooth, and I managed a breathless "Hello." that caused the crease in his cheek to deepen as he broke into a grin that was shit-eating enough to rival the one Cassian usually was sporting. I quickly pinched his side, no give to his muscles when he winced a little and glared at me.

"Hey, Az."

Cassian probably had a sixth sense for someone just remotely thinking of him, because he was smirking when Azriel straightened and turned enough so that I could peak past him, just in time to see the twinkle in Cassian's eyes when he sent me a light wink.

"I was just saying - Y/N looks too pretty to not be kissed at midnight; I'd volunteer if -"

Azriel scowled darkly, and I snorted a laugh and flipped Cassian the bird. He pretended to catch it, sending back a kiss and grinning widely, and Azriel rolled his eyes and turned back towards me with a shake of his head, but there was a light twinkle in his iris when he gently pushed me past him towards one of the armchairs.

"Okay, only fifteen minutes til midnight!" Rhys' loud voice echoed through the apartment, answered by whoops and cheers, and I grinned into my drink when I felt Azriel's chest vibrate with a huff.

I was tucked into his side in one of the armchairs, my legs draped over his lap and dangling over one of the armrests, his arm loosely wrapped around my back. His right hand was slowly running up and down my shin, his scarred skin warm through the thin pair of thights I was wearing, his thumb brushing over my knee once in a while. Mor and Feyre were lounging on the couch a little to my left, facing us, Cassian reclined lazily next to them as he grinned when Rhys moved past the coffee table.

They had kept coming and going, but Azriel and I had spent almost all of the past three hours in the same spot. Mor had dragged me up to dance twice, and I'd only let her because it meant I could stock up on snacks on my way back to where Azriel stayed lounging lazily in the big armchair, dark eyes calm and watchful on the people laughing and mingling and talking loudly around him. Everytime I returned, his legs parted slightly, and he shifted until I had plopped back down next to him before dragging my legs over his lap and stealing some of the food or a drink I was carrying. He looked perfectly comfortable, and no one dared bothering him, the glowering looks he sent Cassian and Rhys' way whenever they got too close warning enough to anyone else.

I had huddled up with Feyre in the kitchen for a while, curled up on one corner of the couch and giggling, and got pulled into conversations with her and Mor and the boys more than once. But I was always pulled back towards Azriel and the place squeezed into his side, talking quietly over the noise, Azriel's nose brushing my hair whenever he mumbled something into my ear, his lips curving into a light smirk whenever his words sent me into a fit of giggles. When I twisted to whisper into his ear, the scent of his cologne flooded my nose, and I could feel warmth wash over me.

It felt like we were in our own little bubble, comfortably curled up in the middle of the chaos, barely even noticing the people around us whenever the others disappeared into the crowd again.

"Let's go outside so we get a good place on the balcony!" A coat was thrown at me, nearly landing on my head, and I jumped, my eyes darting up to glower at Rhys, but he just winked before tossing Azriel his jacket.

Sighing and grumbling, I laborously dug myself out of the armchair. I could feel Azriel's chest brush my back when he rose to his feet, towering over me, his calloused fingers gently pulling my hair out of the way when I slipped into my coat, then he slid into his jacket.

Wrapping the thick scarf Feyre had gifted me last Christmas around my neck, I shivered happily as I buried myself in my coat, feeling Azriel's warm fingers sliding over my palm. My heart rose when they slipped into the spaces between mine, linking them together firmly, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin. Then his biceps gently bumped into my shoulder, pushing me over to the window doors leading out onto the balcony.

The air was freezing, our breath rising in white clouds when we stepped onto the balcony. The fairy lights wrapped around the balcony were glowing in a warm golden light, just like the bushes in the huge stone pots when we huddled against the stone balustrade. Mor's teeth were chattering dramatically as she slightly swayed on the spot, and Feyre's nose was pink when she huffed at something Rhys mumbled, but I could see the way she hid a wide beaming smile in her scarf. Rhys was staring at the side of her face.

There was a gentle huff against my hair, and when I looked up over my shoulder, Azriel's chest pressed into my back, his hands sliding into my pockets to link our fingers. His eyes were on Rhys and Feyre as well, and there was a knowing twinkle in his eyes as he watched his best friend stare at mine.

Feeling my heart rise and a giddy giggle pulse under my ribs, I turned back ahead, flashing Cassian a grin over Mor's head. He winked back, his wide smile causing his cheeks to crease.

Slowly, the others joined us on the balcony and at the windows. When I heard the door down on the street, I leaned forward to look over the balustrade and saw that some people had decided to watch the fireworks of the neighbourhood from down in the garden.

Rhys kept looking on his watch, counting down the time. Azriel wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my head as I played with his fingers, leaning back into his solid chest and feeling something thrum against my ribs. Mor disappeared back into the flat for a minute and returned with some glasses filled with sparkling, bubbling drinks she placed on the broad balustrade in front of us. I shivered in excitement, shifting giddily in the spot as Rhys started counting down the seconds to midnight.

The people around us started joining in until everyone was counting. I felt my heart rise and flutter as a stupidly wide grin spread over my face, Mor bumping her shoulder into mine and Feyre hopping around giddily on the spot.

"Four!"

Mor giggled and leaned forward to press a smacking kiss onto my cheek before looping her arm through Cassian´s, hitting his stomach so forcefully in excitement, he actually coughed a little.

"Three!"

Feyre squeezed my arm and beamed at me, and I caught a glimpse at Rhys on her other side, staring down at her like he was trying to make a decision.

"Two!"

I breathed out and closed my eyes, feeling heat in my cheeks despite the cold and the pulsing thrum of my heart against my ribs and the warmth blooming in my chest growing bigger and bigger.

"One!"

Azriel's hands slipped out of mine, his chest pressing into my back as his arm slid around my waist and turned me around, and as everyone yelled "Happy New Year!", Azriel's hands slipped up to cradle my face, and he leaned down and kissed me.

My heart rose in a wild flutter, and I slid my hands under his coat, his chest curving into mine as Azriel kissed me, deep and heated and all-consuming, his tongue twisting with mine as a soft sound broke from his chest, and I clung to him, feeling the thrum in my chest explode like the fireworks over us in the sky, showering my body in golden glittering sparkles until it felt like I was floating, my heart rising until I couldn't breathe.

I could hear whoops and jeers all around, a little far away and like slow motion, felt Azriel's calloused fingers cradling my face and the slight shudder in his breath when his nose dragged over mine. Then he kissed me again, his hands sliding down as my arms wrapped around his neck and my body curved into his as his hands pressed against my back, and I felt something begin to pulse against my ribs.

"Happy New Year,", Azriel mumbled against my lips, his deep, hoarse voice causing a shudder to run down my spine, and I clung to him, feeling a ridiculously wide smile slowly spreading over my face.

"Happy New Year."

Azriel's nose nudged mine, and his eyes, dark and molten, pierced mine. Then he dipped his head and mumbled into my ear: "C'mon."

My breath hitched, and my heart rose into my throat when his hand slipped under my coat and pushed me past him, through the crowd towards the doors leading inside.

I could feel him in my back, towering over me as we slipped through the people cheering and toasting in the living room. Something was thrumming against my ribs, twisting in my stomach when Azriel unlocked the door to his door and I moved past him, turning and feeling my heart beginning to flutter against my ribs when Az closed the door. The lock clicked, and Azriel slid out of his jacket, stepping towards me. His warm, calloused hands slipped under my scarf, his fingers tracing up my neck as he unwrapped it slowly. Dropping it to the floor, he dipped his head, his nose brushing against mine as the noise outside grew, mixing with the muffled crashing of fireworks.

The pulsing feeling in my chest turned into a hurricane, and Azriel slipped his hands to the back of my neck and kissed me, deep and hard and unhurried. Then he pushed my coat off my shoulders and leaned down, sliding his arm under my backside and lifting me off the ground.

When an hour later, we slipped back into the living room, the bass was making the floor vibrate, people were cheering and dancing, and Cassian, lounging on the couch, hollered while Rhys whistled, but Azriel just rolled his eyes. They couldn't see the scratch marks on his shoulders beneath the crumpled material of his t-shirt, or the love bites littering my skin underneath my dress, but swollen lips and messy hair and the way Azriel's hand slipped under the seam of my dress when he pulled me into his lap were enough.

Enough for Cassian to smirk and Rhys to chuckle and for Mor to wiggle her brows when she dragged me to my feet only seconds later, pulling me with her towards Feyre, the both of them cackling. Flipping them off, I let them pull me towards the people dancing and looked over my shoulder, and my heart rose when for a second, my eyes found Azriel's through the crowd, watching me, his eyes molten and deep, swirling with something that made my breath hitch.

I blinked, then I slowly started to smile, bright and cheeky, before sending him a wink, and I saw the huffed laugh leaving him, something dipping in my stomach when I turned around with a beaming smile.

The flat stayed filled with people until well into the morning. I was pulled into the crowd again and again, and yet - no matter how long I danced with Mor and Feyre, played beer pong with Cassian or mixed drinks with Rhys that were so bad, he declared us unfit to ever to do it again - I always ended back in the corner of the couch, with the scent of cedar and darkness filling my lungs, an arm wrapped around me and a deep, low voice mumbling into my ear, light kisses pressed against my neck and a scarred hand wrapped around my knee.

And by the time Mor and Feyre crashed in my bed and Cassian had dozed off on the couch and Rhys let the door fall shut behind the last people, groaning happily, I was already fast asleep, wearing only a t-shirt that smelled like home, curled up against a warm, solid chest, leg thrown over a bare hip and nose pressed into warm skin as Azriel slid his arms tighter around me, dragging me up and further into his body as his tall form curled around me and he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

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📰 | part seven: capulet.

info: Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader, father figure Negan my love, enemies to lovers/slow burn, kinda angst but not emotionally yet, graphic violence, attempted sexual assault, um this got kinda dark, also long.

summary: Once again, you are tasked with babysitting Carl, this time leaving Alexandria to find supplies. An unsuspecting attacker causes a rift in your feud.

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You’re really starting to get sick of this heat.

It’s sweltering, sticking your clothes to your skin, sweat patches running down your back and dampening the white tank you usually wear.

In favour of not being bitten, you wore the typical black jeans, which are doing absolutely nothing to combat against the unbearable heat.

Unfortunately enough, there isn’t any air conditioning in the Sanctuary, so you’d agreed to return once more to Alexandria with your father.

It had been a few days since your last impromptu visit, a week, actually. Though you’d previously been frazzled, irritated, you took the time to cool off and work through some pretty ugly emotions back at home.

Now, it was down to business, which meant giving strict orders to Saviours on where to check, what to take. Making sure everybody wrote things down, followed their routine.

“Woah, woah, woah! What do we have here?”

Your head snaps in the direction of Negan’s voice, who is standing at the gates, leaning against an old, beaten down car with the engine on. As you approach, the familiar outline of a sheriff’s hat comes into view through the rear window, and you almost want to turn away and forget you even saw anything.

“Now, I sure as shit hope you weren’t planning on leaving unsupervised.” Negan jousts at the teenage boy, still leaning against the passenger side.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where this is leading, and you shoot your father a tired little glare. “Can’t Dwight do it? Or, I dunno, anyone but me?” You plead, not exactly in the mood to be in a confined space with Carl once more.

For all you knew, he might swerve off the road to try and kill you.

Negan doesn’t let this slide, “Nope! You’re an excellent babysitter, doll. Best girl for the job.”

You bite your tongue against any sort of protest, still having not revealed the true extent of your last encounter with Carl. It would only cause unnecessary stress, you deducted.

At the beginning of this whole apocalypse, Negan had been cagey about letting you do just about anything. It only took a one bad incident to turn on his protective mode, and you felt like maintaining your freedom for a little longer.

“Fine.” You sigh, but instead of climbing into the passenger side, you skirt to the other end of the car. “Out, now. Leave the keys.”

Carl glares at you with an open mouth, clearly displeased about not only having his trip hijacked, but now being ordered around. “I can drive.”

“Don’t care. I’m not gonna risk you goin’ AWOL.” You tell him, unfortunately deadly serious, much to the boys’ dismay.

With an angry scoff, Carl departs from the drivers side, instead getting into the passenger chair. You sit down, leaning over to adjust the seat in order to ensure your feet would reach the peddles.

With Negan gone, having departed to keep a keen eye on the Saviours, you reach into your belt and pull a small handgun from the holster. This catches Carl’s attention, as he’s never seen you carry a gun before.

You hand it to him.

“One bullet,” You instruct, tone more serious than he’s ever heard from you. “Don’t fuck this up. It’s emergencies only. You’re lucky I don’t just let you die out there.”

He accepts it wordlessly, not wanting to push that very thin boundary.

The sweltering heat is worse in the car, harsh metal keeping the thick air inside, and you doubt it had any working cooling system.

Luckily, this proved to be less of a problem as you begin driving, the air whipping past your faces and offering a slight relief.

Carl gave you directions, but after the third instruction, you were beginning to get a little fed up.

“Why don’t you draw me a map?” You suggest, one hand on the wheel while the other brazenly fishes around in your back pocket, managing to pull out a small notepad. “Then I don’t need to listen to your voice.”

“What, like you can read?” Carl comments, a snide remark that contrasts the fact that he does take the notepad, flicking through pages in order to find an empty one.

His eyes are drawn to the little graphite sketches that adorn the pages, his thumb tempted to swipe the paper back and have a peek, but he resists.

A few moments later, and Carl hands the notepad back to you, which you hold in front of the wheel in order to get a good look. Your brows furrow, finger tapping against a strange looking blob.

“What’s this?”

Carl leans closer, brows pinched as he looks at the drawing. “A tree.” He says, as if it were obvious, despite the artwork being significantly less than professional.

“Okay?” You take your eyes off the road, giving the boy a confused, critical gaze. This only feeds into his temper, where Carl suddenly takes the notepad from your hands, drawing a few more scribbled lines on the so-called ‘leaves’ of his tree.

“So you know where to turn,” He specifies, like this would solve all of your problems, “At the end of the road. There’s a tree.”

You struggle to find your words for a moment, unsure how the simple action of drawing a map has just made this more confusing. “There are trees everywhere, dumbass. That isn’t helpful.”

“Well, yeah, but it’s a big tree,” Carl scoffs, throwing the notepad back onto the dash, opened so you can see it. “This wouldn’t be happening if you just let me drive.”

“Oh! Okay,” You turn to him, “I would have let you drive, had you not tried to shoot me. So, fairs fair, asshole. This is your fault.”

“I said I was sorry!” Carl retorts loudly, uncaring of how you’re no longer looking at the road, or about how fast the car is travelling.

You roll your eyes, “That doesn’t count. Murders don’t get let off scot-free just because they said two puny words.”

“That’s barely comparable!” He continues to push the conversation, all that pent up anger and frustration towards your adamancy against him starting to bubble up. “It’s not my fault that you’re, like, deranged or something.”

That was it.

You slam your foot on the breaks, sending the car skidding a few dangerous meters ahead. In that time, you brace yourself against the steering wheel, but Carl jolts uncomfortably against the seatbelt.

“What the fuck—”

“Get out.”

He looks at you like you’re actually insane, trying to decipher whether or not you’re being serious. But you only stare at him, glaring actually, jaw clenched in irritation.

“Get out!” You tell once more, needing Carl to get the message that you simply can’t be around him anymore. Not with all the arguing and bickering, it was getting on your last nerve, and you just needed some space to breathe.

With a huff, Carl obeys, but not without slamming the door shut. You run a hand raggedly through your hair, starting the car up once more and placing your foot on the accelerator.

“Fuck you!” Carl yells as you drive off, giving you the finger in hopes that you’ll see it in the rear view mirror. You probably didn’t, but it makes him feel a little better anyway, like he got the final word in.

But as the car disappears against the horizon, he’s left there, on the dusty road in that horrible summer heat. Sweat already sits on his nape, making his shirt uncomfortably sticky, and now he’s tasked with walking the rest of the way.

All because of your tantrum.

With the advantage, you make it to the abandoned gas station in record time. Thankfully, it wasn’t too far from where you’d ditched Carl, so you knew that he would be fine walking. You weren’t that cruel.

It’s relatively run-down, and you can only spot a few walkers mingling near the store’s back end. You keep your bat held tight, stalking through broken glass and tipped shelves to find anything of use. Whilst you don’t know what Carl had in mind for this trip, you could make a few assumptions, and managed to collect a small pile of minimal medical equipment, snacks, and even some baby food.

It was peaceful, actually.

Maybe a little too peaceful.

Slinging the bag of supplies over your shoulder, you approached the car once more, intending to drive the way back and pick Carl up along the way. He shouldn’t be too far off, at this point. You lean over, starting the ignition and popping the boot open, letting the supplies rest there.

But as you circle around, something catches your eye. A shiny glint on the ground. You poke it with your boot, only to realise that it appears to be a small razor blade.

Dread floods your system, and as you bend down to inspect the peculiar object, it hits you.

The tires, each one of them, have gone flat. Air completely let out, slashed. Unusable.

No escape.

You clench your jaw, rising to your feet once more, the metal bat still in hand. Someone was here. With what intentions, you didn’t know, but you could assume it wasn’t good.

Cautiously, you take a few steps backwards, towards the gas station. You watch the open space ahead of you, eyes steady on the treeline, inspecting for the most minute of movements that could betray the whereabouts of this potential attacker.

Except it doesn’t come from behind.

One steady thunk and your head is colliding with the concrete wall, to which the shock causes you to drop the baseball bat, one hand clasping the wall and the other digging your nails into the wrist of your attacker.

A firm hand has collected your hair, gripping onto your ponytail, fingers pressed into your scalp. You fight and squirm, but the body of a much larger man presses behind you.

With your stuff in the car, you can only imagine what he might want.

Despite this, you don’t scream, teeth clenched as you struggle to evade his grip. A harsh stomp to his foot assists your escape, where you’re able to land one solid punch square to the man’s jaw, before his leg swipes your balance out, sending you crashing to the concrete.

You almost twist onto your stomach, but the attacker is too quick, once again fisting your ponytail and slamming your face into the ground. One, two, three and you finally stop struggling as vigorously, blood and mucous caked all over your face, mixing in with chipped cement and dirt from the floor.

But the baseball bat is so, so close.

There’s one hand still in your hair, another on your back. Now waist, then stomach. Gross, burly fingers circling the button of your jeans.

A singular moment of weakness is all you need, where he’ll let his guard down, and you can leap for the bat.

Unfortunately, you know what form this weakness comes in.

You’re panting like a wild animal, trying not to squirm, carefully calculating your next move until suddenly there’s a loud pop then whistle that whirs past your ears, the sound almost making you flinch, before the weight of your attacker slumps against your body.

Crimson blood drips down onto your shoulder, coating your neck and back, the cold shock helping you regain enough consciousnesses to shuck the dead body from your smaller frame, scurrying out from underneath him.

The pavement is searing hot against your palms, you can even feel the burn through the thick material of your jeans. As you sit up on your haunches, looking around, you spot him.

Carl, crouched behind a few bushes, tentatively lowering the handgun.

One bullet.

As he begins to approach, you wipe some of the blood onto your arm, smearing the disgusting gunk further around your skin, which is still persistently dripping from your nose and mouth.

Gravel has surely made its way into the open wounds, but you do nothing about it. Not now, at least.

Carl approaches you slowly, putting the handgun back into his holster, and that genuine look of concern on his face makes you feel sick.

When he gets close enough, arms reach, you bristle and firmly shove him away, sending him stumbling a few steps backwards.

“The fuck did I say?!” You yell at him, directing all your rage and anger towards the corpse lying at your feet, back at Carl. “Emergencies only. What happens now, huh? I don’t have another bullet!”

He looks completely shell shocked by your outburst, not having accounted for such a reaction. But it doesn’t matter, as you’re still shouting, even as he stands there dumbly and watches.

“I had that under control!” You grunt, once again wiping at you nose, which runs with a mix of snot and blood.

When you garner no reaction from Carl, this frustration only continues to fester. You lean down to the ground, swiping up the baseball bat and clenching it hard in your palms.

You approach the body once more, and with one hefty swing, completely obliterate the man’s skull. Later, you would claim this was being proactive against potential walkers, but in the moment in was nothing more than revenge.

When you’ve entirely crushed the skull, you move on to the neck, spine, arms, torso. Anything. There comes a point where you’re no longer hitting to destroy any evidence of what happened, but hitting simply to feel some semblance of control. Blood spurts onto your jeans, some even reaching your tank, a darker colour that contrasts with the bright red of your own.

“Hey, hey. Cool it.” Carl is saying from behind you, and when you show no acknowledgment of his words, he reaches out to place a hand on your shoulder.

You shrug it off, but otherwise drop the bat, letting it clang harshly against the concrete, rolling a few feet away and leaving a gorey trail.

At this point, you try to clear your head, take stock of the situation. The tires are slashed, deeming the car useless. It was beginning to enter late afternoon, and though the days were hot, the nights were freezing. Not only that, but all this shouting has likely attracted whatever walkers you’d hoped to leave unsuspecting.

Finally, you spare a glance back at Carl, who’s been watching you this whole time. It looks like he’s on edge, waiting, ready for whatever you’re about to do, however irrational. A few specks of blood have made its way onto the sleeves of his flannel, where you realise how close Carl has been standing to you, even during the little outburst.

“Fine,” You mumble, answering his unspoken question. “No point heading back. Best push the car into some shade, camp out there for the night.”

Carl takes this as permission to contribute, though he still speaks to you with a level of cation. Mentally, you accept this as fear, but you know very well it’s actually concern. “I know the area pretty well. There’s a cabin not too far off, it was clean last time I checked.”

It’s reasonable, even if the idea of following Carl into the woods makes goosebumps rise on your skin. You’d rather not, especially now that he’d used the sole bullet, which you had none of on hand.

You chew on your busted bottom lip, nodding, accepting this makeshift plan. “Yeah, okay.” You sigh, almost sounding defeated, but nonetheless you pick the bat off the ground and stride back away from the gas station, not bothering to consult Carl any longer.

This was going to be a long night.

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Ten

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Curse words, if that’s still a thing

Notes: Sorry this one is a little short, but I’ve got big ideas for upcoming chapters. Thank you guys for all the love so far, it means so much to me to hear your thoughts and see the notifications!

Word Count: 1900

Series Masterlist

• March 13th, 2005 • Cullen’s Garage •

Reader

Ever since Jasper and I left my house in a hurry, I felt like I’ve been stuck in a haze. Like none of this is real. And even though I snapped at him on the ride over, he’s respected my decision and kept me either within arm’s reach or a hand touching me in some form. It’s the only thing keeping me here in the moment while controlled chaos continues to explode in his family’s garage.

I feel deft fingers unzipping my, or rather Jasper’s, jacket and sliding it from my shoulders. I grab at the hands to stop them, but it’s Jasper himself.

“I need to give it to Esme, for her to lure him with your scent. I also need your hat, sweetheart.” He explains gently.

I release his hands and nod, allowing him to take the articles from me. I shiver without his jacket to keep me warm and he immediately replaces it with a different hoodie, this time slipping it over my head.

“Another one of mine that I don’t mind letting you borrow.” He winks at me and it draws out a smile from me. I feel at home cocooned in his scent.

On the other side of Carlisle’s car I hear Edward arguing with Rose about carrying Bella’s scent. Emmett squeezes past us to throw some supplies in the backseat of his Jeep and turns to me.

“Be safe, Y/n/n?” I nod and he turns to his brother, “Take care of her and watch your back, alright tough guy?”

“Likewise, big guy.” Jasper replies, pulling him in for a quick hug with a smile before parting and opening the passenger door for me. Bella and Alice already waiting in the rear as I climb in and buckle up.

• March 14th, 2005 • Outskirts of Phoenix, Arizona •

Reader

The entire trip south was a blur, what I assume normally is a two to three day trip, took us one day with minimal time for bathroom breaks and gas stops. Me being the designated one to refuel the car during the day since our protectors couldn’t exit the vehicle and Bella spent the majority of the ride in and out of sleep. I was grateful for the temporary duty, it felt like I was actually being helpful instead of sitting and waiting for something to happen, which I know might very well be my fate once we make it to Phoenix.

“All done, darlin’?” I shake myself from my day-dream, Jasper had cracked his driver’s side window and I meet his eyes in the side-view mirror.

“Oh shit-sorry.” I quickly put away the pump and screw the gas cap back on before hurrying back to the passenger side.

“You alright?” He asks quietly, giving me a sidelong glance as he directs the car back to the interstate.

“Mhmm.” I answer him, looking out of the window at the passing cars.

I feel a small hand slide onto my shoulder and give it a squeeze before it retreats to the back seat, Alice. I’m not really sure how to feel at this point, I mean - I am happy that Jasper is with me, lord knows I’d be a nervous mess worrying about him. But I can’t help it thinking of the others, Esme wearing my scent and Rose wearing Bella’s. Edward is the fastest and with his ability to read minds, he’s formidable. Carlisle is an extremely smart man and I know Emmett is strong for a normal vampire, but is he stronger than vampires that drink human blood? I shiver, human blood. The vampires after Bella and I want our blood. Just as I’m about to spiral down a path of panic for fear of not being able to protect myself, a large hand slides over my left thigh.

Raising his eyebrows in concern, Jasper gently smooths his gift over my panic to calm me down and combined with the distraction of his hand, it works. I don’t know what I would do without him, it’s like fate knew I couldn’t digest his world without his ability to control emotions. So I give him a sad smile and slide my hand on top of his, with him I can do this - we could do this.

• March 15th, 2005 • Hotel - Phoenix, Arizona •

Jasper

Alice and I picked a hotel for the four of us close to the international airport in Phoenix so that we might have an additional means of escape. That also puts us in the middle of a metropolitan area. Nowhere near a forest.

Nowhere near our food source.

And I’m confined to a room for who knows how long with my singer after having spent 24 hours with her in a car.

Yet another test of my precarious control.

Thankfully I fed myself before the baseball game and under normal circumstances I could go a little over a week until I needed another meal… but I exerted myself trying to mask the energy signatures surrounding the women in our group to the nomads to make them uninteresting. And staying in this room watching over the girls doesn’t help either.

“You won’t hurt them.” Alice tells me from her watchful position at the window, early morning light peaking in the crack in the curtains held open by her slender hand.

“Doesn’t make it any easier.” Taking calming breaths is a human technique, one that would increase the inferno in my throat. Meditation is all that can offer a modicum of peace, a skill I wish came easily.

I can feel her eyes assess me, even though my own are closed in concentration. “I can get us an adjoining room-”

I cut her off and crack an eye open, “And be further away? Absolutely not, I’d much rather suffer through hunger than adding a barrier from protecting you three for my comfort.”

“I’m not incapable of defending myself or the girls.” Her sharp tone makes me wince, so I give her my attention fully.

“I meant no disrespect… I know you are fully capable, but she is mine, Alice.” Surprise colors her emotions.

“She is your singer?” My sister questions in a gasp.

“You didn’t see that coming?” I joke with her, leaning back on the couch to stare at the ceiling.

She smacks my shoulder, “You know I’ve been preoccupied with Edward’s predicament with Isabella. The guy is as paranoid as they come!”

“I only figured it out Saturday, so it’s not like I’ve been sitting on the news for very long.” A sigh deflates my chest, “I haven’t told her.”

“You’ll find the right time when this is all over.” Her smile would be reassuring if I didn’t have the ability to sense the uncertainty in her emotions.

Reader

I spent all day yesterday sleeping while occasionally texting my mom to check in. I passed off another lie that we were just waiting on her mom to get here from Florida and that I’d be staying with Bella for a few days until then. I hope the others catch the nomads soon, I hate lying to my mom and I’m running out of material that’s legitimate enough to keep her placated.

The worry drags me from my shared bed with my friend, Alice got us a suite but with only one bed so our locations wouldn’t be spread thin. Fine by me, I wouldn’t be able to stand a room to myself just waiting.

Exiting the bedroom into the sitting room, I spot only Jasper with no Alice in sight.

“She’s acquiring food for you two, the lobby has free breakfast and the sun has barely risen.” He explains, lowering the newspaper in his hands.

I sit sideways on the couch facing him with my legs tucked in close, far enough away that I’m not touching him. Our confined situation mustn’t be easy on him and I don’t want to add to the difficulty, but I’m like a moth to his flame.

“Did you get enough sleep? I heard you tossing and turning.” A strong hand reaches up to gently run along the indentions my pillow made on my cheek, not the most attractive thing to wake up with in the morning.

“I’m fine, just restless and worried.” I caress the hand on my cheek and lean into it.

His brows furrow slightly, “You’re safe here with Alice and I-”

“No-no, I’m worried about Esme, Rose, your whole family, mom…” I glanced down at my lap and pick at the seam of my shirt, well actually Jasper’s shirt-I did a pretty shit job of packing and he let me borrow one of his to sleep in - I’m trying to not think about that too hard.

“My family can handle themselves, we’ve survived this long for a reason.” Jasper reassures me calmly.

“Yes, but protecting Bella and I has pulled you and Alice away from them-“

“And they’ll be alright. Besides, I have what they want and we’re across the country.”

“If they get angry and-and hurt one of them…” I can’t finish my sentence, anything happening to any one of them for my sake is too much to consider.

Jasper pulls me in for a hug, turning me so that I’m sitting in his lap with my face pressed to his neck and his hands rubbing my back soothingly. “Sweetheart, there’s more of us than them and we have more gifts, the odds are stacked in our favor. Especially with Alice-“

Just then the aforementioned vampire sweeps gracefully into our hotel room with a stack of to-go containers. “My ears were burning, do continue.” She teases us with a sweet smile as she sets the food before us on the coffee table.

“Jasper was just telling me there’s no point in worrying when we have a badass like you on our team.” I wink at her before opening a container with a waffle and bacon, cooked exactly like I prefer.

“You seemed like a soft bacon kinda girl,” I chuckle at her, amazed at her predictive skills. “I’ll go wake Bella.”

As she dances through the bedroom door, I slide out of Jasper’s lap and to the floor next to him, leaning against the couch I dig into my food. “It really is a shame you can’t eat, I’d miss bacon entirely too much if I were a vampire.”

“Something you’ll never have to find out, darlin’.” He chuckles as he goes back to reading the paper, but his words don’t quite sit right in my stomach.

Never have to find out? I suppose I hadn’t really thought of that. One day I’ll be old and wrinkly, meanwhile he will always be this, always be young. My appetite begins to shrink at the thought. Fuck - one day he won’t want me, I’ll be old and-

The newspaper rustles, “What-”

But Alice and Bella walk through the door and cut him off before he could ask what was bothering me.

I don’t even know what I’d say.

That I don’t like the idea that we’re on opposite ends of the mortality spectrum? That I won’t have forever with him? That I might be falling in love with him and I’ll just have to get over it at some point and let him go?

Wait-falling in love with Jasper Hale?

Shit.

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Old Crush

Hello ! Here is a request that was sent my way by an anon : ‘Great! So I had this idea for a Ben imagine... So you were a big fan of Ben since you saw him in the Narnia movies, and you had a crush on him for years. Now, years later you're dating him but you never told him about knowing who he was before meeting him nor about this crush you had on him/his character (does that have sense?😅) And somehow he finds out and he's mad about it because he feels betrayed that you lied and he thinks you are only dating him because of who he is. But a happy ending, please!’

Thank you for sending in a request, anon! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written for you!

I hope you all like this! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: a bit of angst. Hurt/comfort. Fluffy ending. (the ask was perfect to use some interviews about Ordinary Day so… because I don’t know but whenever he speaks about being enough my heart just goes dfiejierjiejri)

Summary: Ben didn’t know that you were a fan of his already before you started dating, and when he finds out, he doesn’t like it at all. All his insecurities are suddenly brought back to life…

Word Count: 3156

Ben's Masterlist - Main Masterlist

It was a beautiful day, odds were in Ben’s favour to spend a lovely afternoon with you.

Lunch in the sun on your balcony, in your shared home, eating a tasty meal and drinking some fine wine. He glimpsed at the shining ring on your finger as the gem caught the sun and glimmered even more than usual, while he listened to you ramble about something exciting that happened at work. And it was perfect.

Perfect. Everything about this moment, about you, about the two of you… was perfect.

He wasn’t claiming that it wasn’t hard sometimes, because it was. You butted heads, you fought from time to time, you got annoyed at him and he got mad at you. He was away often and you weren’t always around. Sometimes, it was rough, but it was worth it. That was what Ben meant when ‘perfect’ popped into his mind to be written on everything around him. No matter what, he was certain you were the one. No matter what, he was certain he would fight for you. The two of you would make it work, no matter what. Because you were everything he wanted, and he was enough for you.

Him. Ben. Not Ben Barnes, not the actor, not the fame, not the money… just… him. Simple Ben who overthought everything, was too cautious sometimes, had only a vague idea of what a meme was, loved goofing around, and made a mediocre chili that he claimed was amazing. You loved him, and he knew it. He knew that if tomorrow he dropped everything and walked out of the glamour and fame you would hold his hand and give him a bright smile and ask ‘okay, where are we going, then?’ And it made it perfect. To be enough made it perfect…

A dreamy smile formed on his lips at the thought that this was going to last forever. You were signing up for a lifetime together. Endless supplies of banter, of conversations that lasted till dawn, of cuddles on the sofa, of kisses in a kitchen bathed with dawn, of hands holding on each other as if they never wanted to let go. Endless supplies of silly fights forgotten on the pillow, of eyes opening to the sight of the other sleeping, of boxes of chocolate brought home every day for a week every month, of flights caught to close the distance, of faces drawn in pixels and voices distorted by phones, of painful goodbyes before climbing in a cab.

All of it, good or bad, was about to last for the rest of your lives, together. A couple of months more to wait until you would both say yes and be each other’s for a lifetime…

Sometimes, he wondered if things would have been different if you had met under different circumstances. Instead of bumping – quite literally – into each other in this supermarket… what if you had met and started dating knowing who he was? Would he have opened up so easily then? Would he have let himself be drawn to you with such a force?

But then again, you didn’t know who he was back then. And he was thankful for it. He hadn’t had to worry about the fame, about you being earnest, about money… none of that mattered, not between the two of you.

He was just Ben with you, and it was enough. And you were just Y/N, and it was enough.

“Are you even listening at this point?”

Ben shook himself out of his dreamy state, looking away from your shimmering ring and up to your eyes again. He wanted to drown in their colour forever…

You were amused more than annoyed, head tilted to the side and a playful smile on your lips.

“You’re talking about Francis breaking the coffee machine. Again,” he answered with a cocky smile. “Of course, I’m listening, love.”

“You seemed to have zoned out for a moment,” you explained before eating the last bite of your dessert.

“Was just… kind of lost in thought, I guess. But I was listening.”

“What were you thinking about? You were smiling, it ought to be nice.”

His smile widened, something mischievous and flirtatious added to the crooked gesture.

“I was thinking about this,” he answered, nodding towards your ring. “And about all the naughty things we’ll do on our honeymoon.”

You laughed, choking on the piece of fruit you were eating. And God, did he adore that sound…

“And… what kind of thoughts these might be? Are you making plans?” you asked back, flirt lowering your voice too, and Ben couldn’t help the way his heart jumped in his chest at the sound.

“I am, actually,” he fought back, leaning a little across the table, a dangerous glint darkening his black eyes. “I have a full list, at this point… of things I’m going to do to you.”

He noticed your sharp intake of breath, and leaned back in his chair, winking at you in a seductive way, making you nervously giggle.

“Can’t wait for that, then… Can I get a preview?”

Ben let out a loud laugh, shaking his head.

“No way, I’m keeping that for later. We should relax this afternoon.”

“Sex is… relaxing…”

“No…” Ben shook his head, amused.

Instead, Ben ended up doing the dishes while you settled on the sofa and looked for something to watch on TV. You went through the channels, until Ben’s face appeared on the screen.

“Oh! Honey! You’re on TV!”

Ben chuckled, putting away the last plate before walking inside the living room to join you. Indeed, his face was on the screen; a shaven, much younger version of himself.

“Oh, it’s Narnia,” he said with a fond smile on his lips as some of his friends appeared on the screen as well.

He sat by your side on the sofa and immediately snuggled against you, rolling his eyes as you whistled when he was on the screen again, playfully catcalling him.

“My… my… look at this handsome guy, right there!” you teased, pinching his side, and Ben couldn’t help but blush.

“Not bad, huh? Is he your type?” he asked, playing along, the red reaching the tip of his ears.

He tried hard to refrain a grin, but he couldn’t.

“Definitely! He looks a little like my fiancé, you see?”

“Oh, I see…”

You both exploded with laughter, unable to keep a straight face for much longer.

“You are definitely my type,” you went on. “God… even then, I had a crush on you!”

Ben frowned, looking at you questioningly.

“What do you mean?”

He squeezed your thigh, the feeling of your body against him reassuring.

“Well… even as Caspian, I had a crush on you.”

“When?”

His frown deepened, and he couldn’t help the way his heart sped up all of a sudden. Because… you couldn’t be meaning that. You didn’t know who he was when you met…

“I mean that when I watched Narnia for the first time, I had a crush on Caspian. So… on you… kind of.”

“But when did you watch it?”

“When it came out! I went to see these movies with some friends at the time.”

You seemed puzzled by his reaction, and perhaps it was normal for you to do so. You frowned, the small crease forming across your brow. And perhaps it was but logical for you to react like that, but Ben didn’t think so. Instead, he merely stared at you, frowning hard, almost glaring, his jaw clenched tight, all of a sudden…

“What?” you asked, even more taken aback as Ben sat up, letting go of you completely.

You knew him before you met. You knew who he was that day, in the supermarket, and during your first date and…

You had a crush on him already? What… if you knew who he was then… had you ever been interested in him back then? That rainy afternoon when you bumped so hard into him in this supermarket he fell over?

He couldn’t control the way his heart was racing, the growing feeling that was crushing his chest more and more. This feeling, so painful, of… betrayal…

“Ben? What’s wrong, honey?”

He got up at the sound of the nickname.

Was it real? From the beginning? And why had you not told him you knew who he was? What was your plan? Were you… were you lying about the two of you?

“You’ve never told me,” he spoke at last, voice low and shaking with an anger he struggled to control.

You shrugged; and Ben hated you for it. Because everything was crumbling around him, his mind was spiralling, and you were… shrugging?

“What about it? I love these movies. Haven’t watched them in ages, though…”

“When we met… when we went on our first date, you never told me you knew who I was.”

You frowned hard, failing to understand why he seemed angry now, why his voice was so low, a rumble of upcoming thunder.

“I didn’t recognize you at first,” you admitted. “Not in the supermarket. Not before you told me your full name, and that you were an actor.”

“That was on our first date! Why didn’t you tell me then?”

But again, you shrugged, at a loss for words. And he could see it in your eyes: that you didn’t understand what was happening, why he was mad, what you had done wrong.

Ben tried to take a few deep breaths, in an attempt to slow down his pounding heart and to clear his head. But it didn’t work well…

“What does it matter, anyway?” you asked, and Ben scoffed in response, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“You should have told me…”

“Why? It was ages ago… who cares?”

“I care!” he replied, raising his voice, the announced storm finally reaching the surface, making the air heavy and filled with electricity.

“I don’t understand,” you admitted, keeping your voice low and calm, but it didn’t soothe Ben’s anger.

“I thought… You said you hadn’t watched anything I was in. You lied!”

“I didn’t lie! At the time, you had just finished working on the Punisher, and I hadn’t watched that.”

Four years… that was too long ago, he couldn’t remember the exact words that were spoken. And perhaps you were right. Perhaps you had never claimed to have never watched anything he had been in but were only unaware of the project he was working on at the time. Perhaps he had been the one distorting your words a little. But it didn’t matter. Ben was still angry, even if he might be in the wrong.

Because it meant that… how could he trust you now? How could he know that you were the one? That he he was enough?

“Did you go on a date with me because I’m an actor?”

It was your turn to be hurt, he read it in your eyes.

“What?”

“Did you accept to go on a date with me only because I’m an actor? Just for the clout?”

“How dare you!” you protested, standing up as well, hurt mingling now with anger. “Of course not! Who do you think I am?”

“I don’t know… I’m not sure to know that anymore…”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you went on a date with me, and then became my girlfriend because you… not because of the fame, or the money or…”

“Of course, I didn’t! What’s next, you’re gonna call me a whore and claim I only slept with you for money? I don’t need your money, and I never have!”

“I didn’t say that…”

“You’d better not! Besides, let’s bring your ego down a notch, because you might be talented, but you’re not a superstar either, Ben.”

“No need to be mean.”

“You’re basically saying I’ve slept with you for money! How is that not insulting?”

But Ben was less and less convincing at hiding his hurt behind his anger. Because there were tears at the corners of his angry gaze, and a shakiness in his voice due to a tightened throat; and if he clenched his jaw and fists now, it was to hide the fear that crept within his heart.

Because if you had fantasized on this person he wasn’t… was it what you saw in him? Was it what you saw at the beginning, at least?

Because he thought that he was enough, but then again… was he? Had you fallen in love with him or with the image of him you already liked?

“What about the fantasy of it then? What about that crush on someone I’m not?” he spat, holding onto the rage to hide the fragility he longed to forget.

“What are you even talking about?”

“Was I a fantasy to you?”

“What?!”

“You heard me.”

“What do you mean ‘a fantasy’?”

“Well, I don’t know… Apparently you had a crush on me before we even met! Or, to be more precise, you had a crush on someone I am not.”

He expected you to keep your voice high, maybe to raise your voice even more. But you didn’t. Instead, he was taken aback as you visibly relaxed, as your gaze softened, as you heaved a sigh.

“Ben… what’s wrong? For real?”

“I told you what was wrong! You lied, and now… I don’t even know if this is real anymore. Us. Our whole relationship… we were supposed to get married!”

“Were?”

“I don’t know anymore.”

But he regretted these words as soon as they passed his lips. Because despite his stupid doubts, he loved you with all his heart. You were the one, he knew it.

Why was he pushing you away like this, then?

But you didn’t fall for it, didn’t follow him down this path of anger he was opening for you. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly, and he was so taken aback that he didn’t protest, nor moved away.

“I love you,” you said, your voice soothing again, warm and reassuring, your natural tone. “I love you more than anything. And this has nothing to do with your job, or with whether or not I liked Caspian years ago. I fell in love with you on our seventh date when you got us lost on our way to the beach because you have no sense of direction whatsoever.”

He rolled his eyes, but you weren’t fooled. You could feel the muscles of his back relaxing under your hands.

“I love you, Ben. You know I do. So… what is this all about?”

He shrugged, looking away so you wouldn’t see that he was holding back tears.

How could he say it? That he was terrified all over again that one day you would change your mind. That one day, you wouldn’t think as him being enough…

Because it happened before, but you didn’t really know that. It happened, over and over again. Because people expected him to be someone else, and they fell for his public image at first, for a fictional character, and then they woke up next to him and they just… disappeared. Because disappointment always drove people away.

But this time around, it was different. You were different. You made him feel so safe, so confident, so loved… if you turned up to dismiss him just like the others, Ben wasn’t certain he would be able to overcome it this time around.

But he couldn’t tell you that.

It was okay, though, he didn’t really have to. You read it in his eyes when you caught his gaze for a second before he could look away once more, you noticed it in his clenched jaw and the slight shaking of his hands, you saw it in the fear that he tried to hide still but was painted in every crinkle of his handsome face.

“There’s no need to push me away,” you spoke in the softest voice, and he felt safe all over again. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving. I’m happy with you. And I don’t care about anything but being with you. With the real you. The one waking up way too early on Sundays, and who gets lost everywhere he goes, and always has to make lists for everything, and sings all the time, and cuddles me every morning, and worries about our tickets way too much when we leave for a vacation and… You. Just you. I just want to be with you, Ben. Everything else doesn’t matter. Okay? Do you understand? I don’t need anything more, as long as I can spend my life loving you.”

You could have gone on, but Ben suddenly wrapped his arms around you as well, finally reciprocating your gesture, and he held you tightly, so tightly you could hardly breathe, but you didn’t mind.

You heard him sniffing as he buried his face into your hair, breathed deeply the sweet scent of your shampoo.

He was being ridiculous… this was ridiculous… You were right. You loved him. And he loved you… God, he loved you so damn much, it physically hurt…

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, trying to calm down, anger slowly being replaced by this sense of fragility he was desperate to avoid. “I didn’t… I’m sorry. It was pretty ridiculous, right?”

“It’s okay.”

“I… I guess I had a little… insecurity crisis for a moment.”

“Yeah, I got that. I don’t really understand why though.”

“It’s just… I’m afraid sometimes that people don’t like me as much as they like the idea they have of me. Do you understand?”

Slowly, you nodded, he felt your head moving against his cheek and shoulder.

“I see. But I don’t care about that. I love you for who you are.”

It was his time to nod.

“It’s just… I’m worried sometimes that one day you’ll realize I’m just me, nothing more. And that… I’m not… that I can’t get you more than that. More than me.”

“But you’re everything I need, Ben. You’re enough. You’re so much more than enough, actually.”

Finally, he smiled, grinned even, you felt the gesture against your skin as he pressed his lips to your temple.

“I feel very stupid. I’m sorry,” he apologized in a whisper.

“It’s alright.”

“Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not. I think you could have handled that better, but it’s okay. Do you still want to watch a movie with me?”

He chuckled, pulling away just enough to gently hold your face in both his hands, and kiss you for a rather long time. If any trace of anger had remained in your heart, it was fully gone after this loving gesture.

He offered you a grateful smile when you finally opened your eyes again.

“I will always want to watch movies with you, my love. Even when I act like an idiot.”

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“Useless” and “Troubled” until the End: Pt. 2

Sully Family x Fourth Child Male Reader

Summary: After being grounded a second time, you disobey Jake’s for the third time to secret sneak out and secretly help out on the raid against a train carrying supplies for the RDA assault forces. This ends up with you getting badly injured from a missile blast and things finally hit the breaking point at home. A familiar antagonist also shows up, looking a lot more blue and bloodthirsty than ever before.

Warning: Violence, blood, injuries, cursing, family arguments, a tiny bout of child neglect, abduction, kidnapping, etc.

Note: Once again, I’m not going to try to use Na’vi language as I don’t have any idea what the translations are to English.

-Y/N POV

I laid back in my hammock, not giving a care to the world as I vaguely listened to Dad tell everyone what was going on today with some sort of raid going down.

Jake: Alright, everyone please listen up. We have something big that will be taking place today. Neteyam, Lo’ak, you’re on lookout and watch duty to ensure everything is going accordingly to plan. Your mother and I will be leading the attack on the train from below.

Neteyam: Awesome! We get be on the battlefield!

Lo’ak: Ddddaaadddd, come on, give us a more exciting role.

Jake: Lo’ak, this is not up for debate. You’re on lookout duty and that’s final. -Dad then turns to Kiri and I while I have my back to him to notify that I’m ignoring him- Kiri, I need you and Y/N to watch Tuk while the rest of us are gone, okay?

Kiri: Of course, Dad.

Jake: Y/N, is that clear?

I ignore him as I try to fall asleep.

Jake: Is that clear, soldier!?!

I roll over in my hammock to face him and giving him a hard glare as Dad gets a bit angry at me for my blatant disrespect.

Jake: Y/N! Answer me!

Y/N: Yes sir…understood. -I give Dad a mocking salute as I turn back over, once again putting my back to him-

Dad sighs heavily at this and walks out of the Hometree to his Ikran, knowing the reasons why I’ve been more difficult as of late. I know Mom is looking at me worriedly as I’ve gotten into a lot more arguments with Dad over the last few days with me trying to prove myself, but I just shrug it off. I feel someone come up behind me and gently hug me from behind. I tense my back at this and roll over once again to see Mom is the one hugging me so I hug her back as she picks me up out of my hammock like she used to when I was a little kid. She puts me on back on my feet after a few seconds as Kiri and Tuk join the hug and the three help me feel a lot better. Mom then pulls away and kisses me on the forehead as my ears flatten against my head. She then walks out of the Hometree to her Ikran while I look to see Neteyam and Lo’ak giving me looks of understanding from where I stand at with our old man as I nod to them silently before the two leave for their Ikrans. Kiri lets me go from the hug and rubs my head with the height difference between the two of us with her being taller than me. She loves to tease me for being shorter than the normal Na’vi.

Kiri: You know I’m always here for you, little brother.

Y/N: I know, sis. Thanks.

I head back to my hammock and climb back into it before I get comfy as I close my eyes when I feel a weight on my chest. I open them back up to see Tuk climbed onto me and cuddled up to me which led me to smile. I rub her head and get comfy with Tuk on me and I fall asleep for about 30 minutes.

- 30 minutes later -

I woke up to sounds of ships careening down to the surface of Pandora and rolled over to see that RDA drop ships are coming into Pandora’s surface. I look around to see Kiri and Tuk not in the Hometree. I’m already know what Kiri is doing with Tuk to keep her distracted from everything going on, most likely by taking her on a nature walk and leaving me in the tree alone so I can have a bit of space. I smile at the opportunity that has opened for me and I quickly grab my knife, my bow which I named “Skull Splitter” from which I had hand-carved and designed myself, and a quiver full of barb tipped arrows I had made. I then run out of the Hometree before I whistle long and loudly for Ro’nea. I get a running start for myself before I run towards the edge of one of the long branches from the tree and jump off, leaving me in free fall as I see a blur of white and Ro’nea is with me as she gets under me, I then connect my queue to Ro’nea’s queue and we become one. I rub her head in gratitude for her quickness of getting here and I guide her to where I know the raid is taking place.

(This is the bow.)

(These are the arrows.)

- 1 hour later -

As Ro’nea and I reach the location of the raid, I begin to quietly think to myself. I know that I’m not supposed to be out here after being double grounded by Dad, but I really don’t care anymore. I have to be independent as I know I can only rely on myself in times like this. Everyone else just expects me to be in the background or to be useless and that I should be okay with with. I already get bullied enough as it is by boys in the clan that are my age because of this while they all have hunted something with it being some sort of achievement. Nobody ever notices the bullying or disrespect I get from my fellow clan members so I’ve learned to just keep my grievances to myself. It doesn’t matter as I doubt anyone would even believe me should I tell someone anyway as one of the son of Toruk Makto,

I shake my head to clear my mind as I start to fly higher than most of the Na’vi involved in the raid on Ro’nea so I don’t get spotted by Mom or Dad, the same goes for any other Na’vi involved in the raid. This is because of a different scar of my face that goes from the left side of my forehead to the middle point of my neck that was a result of a terrible fall I took when I was five years old. Due to this scar on my face in addition to the one from Ro’nea’s crash, I’ve become a very recognizable person so many of my clan know how to notice me out of a crowd, but they fail to notice most of the time due to me also being shorter than most other Na’vi. I also know that I stick out quite a bit obviously since Ro’nea is completely white, but we’ve managed to stay under the radar for now. I look down to my companion and scratch Ro’nea on her neck as she lets out a screech of content at the scratch. I smile at her antics and let out a small thank you to Eywa for allowing me to bond with Ro’nea as she is one of the only friends I’ve had in a long time besides my siblings. I briefly catch my brothers as they are on watch duty as they also fail to notice me partaking in the raid. I look off to see that there are RDA ships incoming as the train blew off its track for the explosive detonation. I grab my bow and ready an arrow before letting go of it as it soared into the glass windshield of one of the ships and went straight through the glass. The arrow ended up impaling itself into the pilot’s chest, hitting the heart and killed the pilot immediately which led to the ship losing control before crashing into the cliff side.

Y/N: Fuck you.

I watch as I saw both Dad and Mom take out a few other ships while I smile at their teamwork. I just wish I could have possibly learned from them instead of needing to teach myself. I then saw both of my parents look over in my direction as they looked at Ro’nea with surprised looks. I can only assume it’s because they’ve never seen a fully white Ikran before, but then again, fully white Ikrans are very rare to find, and it’s considered very sacred as it’s seen to be the very image of Eywa itself. Not only that, white Ikrans are also bigger than most regular Ikrans of different colors. From what I know, if you bond with one, it’s a very special honor amongst Na’vi to have that bond and that anyone who has a white Ikran will be highly respected by the clan. Well, I know that to be absolute bullshit since I’m bonded with one. (I’m making up the white Ikran bond thing for the sake of the story). I’m just happy that they are too far away to see that their son is the one that is bonded with the white Ikran. I keep my head down to make sure it stays that way. More ships begin coming and I continue to launch arrow after arrow at each ship using my bow while riding Ro’nea. I took down three more ships with precise shots to either the pilot’s head, killing them instantly or hitting them in the chest with an instant kill heart shot.

Y/N: All of you RDA sons of bitches can go rot in hell.

I have Ro’nea stop for a moment so I can collect my barrens when I see my two brothers heading down to the train when I knew they were not supposed to be. I roll my eyes and signal for Ro’nea to let me off near where my brothers are. Once on the ground, I get off of Ro’nea’s saddle and leave my weapons attached to the harness I made for her. I detach my queue from hers and tell her to hide herself somewhere safe nearby in case I need her as I don’t want to risk her getting hurt. Ro’nea looks at me, understanding what I’m telling her to do and she flies off to hide just like I taught her. I turn around and then run to where my stupid brothers are at.

— 3RD PERSON POV

Lo’ak and Neteyam are off of their Ikrans and we’re currently opening up a crate filled with weapons as Lo’ak grabbed one of the assault rifles that were in said crate.

Neteyam: Don’t tell me you’re going to try using that thing.

Lo’sk: Come on, bro. It can’t be that hard.

Lo’ak aims the weapons into the air jokingly, but the two Sullys freeze and feel their blood go cold when they hear a voice they know all too well.

Y/N: What the hell are you two idiots doing down here?! I thought dad told you to stay in the air on watch duty!

The two eldest Sully boys turned around quickly to see their youngest brother running towards them with a grim look on his face. They have shock written all over their faces as they look at their brother in confusion with him being here at the raid.

Neteyam: Y/N?!? What the hell are you doing here!?

Y/N: Trying to show Dad I can handle myself and that I’m actually capable of being useful besides babysitting and being a healer.

Lo’ak: Bro. Dad will kill you if he finds out that you’re here!

Y/N: I honestly don’t care anymore. It’s always the same with him! I can never do anything the two of you can!

Neteyam: That’s because you’re unprepared, Y/N!

Y/N: NO, I’M NOT!! IT’S ALWAYS THE SAME WITH THIS ME BEING USELESS CRAP! I JUST WANT ONE CHANC— INCOMING ROCKET! LO! NETE! LOOK OUT!

Y/N pushed his brothers behind some cover as the rocket struck close to where the three Sully boys were at. Neteyam and Lo’ak only had minor bruises from their little brother pushing them out of the impact zone of the rocket, but Y/n took the brunt of the blast and couldn’t be seen by either of the oldest brothers. Jake had only now seen his oldest sons looking around for the third Sully son, but he was completely unaware to what they were doing or the fact of Y/N being there. Jake fly down on his Ikran and dismounted from it to run to where his boys are at. Jake reached his two oldest boys and was totally pissed at the two of them.

Jake: WHAT WERE YOU TWO THINKING?!? I TOLD YOU TO STAY ON LOOKOUT DUTY!!

Lo’ak: Sir, we know. But there’s bigger trouble than that right now!

Jake: What is bigger than you two disobeying my orders?!

Neteyam: Y/N is here and he’s possibly hurt!

Jake froze and felt his heart completely stop at what his oldest child had just said to him.

Jake: Y/N is what!?!

Lo’ak: Y/N is possibly hurt as he pushed us out of the way from the rocket exploding! We need to find him!

Jake: You two get back into your Ikrans and get airborne. I’ll find your brother.

Neteyam and Lo’ak: Yes sir.

The two brothers run back to where they had their Ikrans at and started getting airborne while Jake searched through the wreckage for his youngest boy. He couldn’t find anything and started to worry about what might’ve happened to Y/N. Only then did Jake saw something out of the corner of his eye where he saw a few bodies belonging to the deceased Na’vi they sadly perished during the train raid. Jake shallowed down hard to keep a lump that was building in his throat from bursting out and letting him assume the worst possible fate that his son could have had. Jake ran over to the bodies and began to check each one. The first two bodies were of female Na’vi so Jake ruled them out immediately and the next two bodies were of male Na’vi, however, Jake didn’t see the scar that he knew only his son would have on the side of his face. When he reached the final body, he noticed that the Na’vi was not dead and the person was still breathing and had a pulse. He turned the person over onto his back and Jake instantly saw the scar on the Na’vi’s face, immediately telling him it’s his son. He checked Y/N for any injuries and saw that Y/N had some metal shrapnel in his left leg that will need to be removed later and a large gash in his left arm. He picked his son up and quickly got him onto his Ikran before taking off. Neytiri saw Jake on the ground and watched as she then saw Jake pick up an unconscious Na’vi and taking them to his Ikran and taking off. She went over and looked in horror at the realization that it was her youngest son that was injured. She gave Jake a look saying “Let me take him, you continue leading the attack.” Jake let his mate take their son before he went back to leading the attack. Neytiri started to make her way back to their home when Neteyam and Lo’ak fly over to their mom and tell her to let them take their brother home. She gives them their unconscious brother before she returned to the fight. The boys took their little brother home.

— 6 Hours later —

— Y/N POV

I silently stare at the ceiling of my home as my mind wonders far out. I’m knocked out of thought when my grandmother, Mo’at and Kiri walk into the Hometree while carrying leaf wrap bandages and medicine. Grandma sits down next to me before she began to tell me what she’ll have to do with my leg. I silently nod to her and grab my knife from the table next to me. I put the blade of my knife into my mouth to bite down onto while my grandmother carefully starts to slowly pull the piece of metal out of my leg. I grunt in pain and bite down onto the blade as Grandma continues pulling the metal out slowly. My tail is swishing a lot and my ears are up at attention as I let out another grunt of pain and bit down harder on the blade before Grandma finally gets it out. Kiri than came over to me to put some medicine onto the wound and began wrapping it in the leaf bandages. I take my knife out of my mouth and carelessly throw it at the wall, embedding it into the bark of the tree next to my hammock. I then spit a little bit of blood into my hand and wipe it off onto the already bloodied bundle of leaves beneath me.

Kiri: You really shouldn’t have gone out there, little bro.

Y/N: Kiri, as much as I love you, please not now.

Kiri: I’m just saying….

Y/N: I know, I know. I’m already going to get the same talk down from Dad, the angry drill instructor.

I look outside to see the red evening sky and it fills me with a feeling of contentment. Like Kiri, I’ve always enjoyed nature and the little things in life that are around us, but nobody seems to notice. Kiri rubs my left arm that has a patch of bandage wrapped around the gash from earlier with understanding how I feel about nature and I’m happy that I can share that with my big sister.

Y/N: Grandma, Kiri, thank you both for patching me up.

Mo’at: Of course, little warrior. You’re just like your grandfather when he was a young man.

Y/N: I could never live up to Grandpa’s reputation. I can barely even prove myself to Dad, I’ll never be able to do anything right…. -I hug Grandma tightly-

Kiri frowns and joins the hug as she knows just how badly I want to be considered a “Proper” Sully.

Mo’at: Oh, little warrior. I know about how you feel, your father is a hard man. He’ll come around eventually, I promise. And I know that you can do anything that you’ll put your mind to, little warrior.

Kiri: Even if that doesn’t happen, Y/n. You still have Tuk, me, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Grandma, and Mom. You’re not alone.

Y/N; Thanks, Grandma, thanks, sis. I’m happy to know I can always rely on you.

Mo’at: I must go attend to the rest of the wounded, my grandchildren. Kiri, can I count on you to keep an eye on your brother while he heals?

Kiri: Of course, grandmother.

Mo’at nods to my big sister as she then gets up and walks out of our Hometree. I groan as I get up from the makeshift bench I was laying down on and go to the table to sit down while Kiri gently helps me up over to it. I look over to my hammock to see Tuk sleeping soundly in my hammock and I smile at the sight before I then hear the familiar sound of the flap of an Ikran’s wings and I got ready for the hell that is coming. I look to see Mom, Dad, and my brothers enter the home. I look at Dad and he is giving me the death stare right now to which I roll my eyes as I look away. My brothers are looking at me with sympathy looks on their faces as they know what hell I’m in for. Mom, however, has worry written all over her face at the shock from knowing what her youngest son did. Dad spoke up for everyone’s attention.

Jake: Everyone, head to bed. Y/N. I need to have words with you outside. Now.

I rolled my eyes and got up. Kiri tried to help, but I told her I would be fine. I painfully forced myself out the chair and limped out of the tree with Dad hot on my tail before I turn around to face him.

Jake: What. Did. I. Say. About. Disobeying. Direct. Orders. Soldier? Are you out of your goddamn mind, Y/N?!? Why did you even think that was a good idea?!?

Y/N: Sir— You know what, fuck that military shit. DAD. With all due respect from the love I have for you, can you yell at me tomorrow? -Jake clenched his jaw as stared down his son in worry- I feel like I’m about to fucking pass out and I don’t want that to be considered disrespectful.

Dad’s eyes looked over me could only sigh before agreeing to to what I said.

Jake: Alright, let’s head to bed then.

Dad goes into the home first before I just let out a loud sigh, walk into the home, silently grab my journal out of my pillow, and go back outside the Hometree to climb up to where my secluded sleep spot is. Before I climb, I see Jake giving me a look saying to not go up. I shake my head at him and carefully climb up to my sleep spot before I get comfy and start to write in my journal. After writing down about my feelings and what will might be in store for tomorrow, I close my journal and roll over to doze off to sleep.

- The next day around noon —

— 3RD PERSON POV —

Y/N was currently sitting out on one of the branches outside of the home while he sharpens the blade of his knife without a care to the world. He can hear his parents talking/arguing about what to do in regards to him while the rest of his siblings are off hanging out with their good friend who is a human. They call him Spider as they never knew his actual name and he has grown to be a good friend of the Sully family.

Jake: Ney, we need do something about Y/N’s behavior!

Neytiri: I know. We need to show him how much we care about him. He feels practically useless because we’ve neglected to raise him the right way with training him and showing him how much we care for him.

Jake: I know. I know. It’s just that…..He’s more trouble than he’s worth….He is nothing, but a load of failure….I don’t want to say it….but……..

Y/N sighed as he knew his dad was right. He was nothing, but a failure to the Sully name. He stops sharpening the blade and gets up before he turns to watch his parents continue to argue.

Neytiri: Jake! How could you ever say something like that?!?

Jake: It slipped out……I didn’t mean it that way or for it to com—

Y/n, cutting off Jake: No, Dad, you’re right.

The two Na’vi parents turn to their son as he held his knife tightly in hand.

Y/N: I’m sorry I could never live up to your expectations and standards. I’m sorry for being a failure. And most importantly, I’m sorry for ever coming into your lives.

Y/n then turns around and let out a long and loud whistle before running into a jump from off the branch he was once sitting on. Neytiri and Jake look at each other horrified before they run to where their son jumped off of. They only got to the edge to see Y/N currently riding on his fully white Ikran, Ro’nea, as the two rose slowly to the point where he could stare silently back at his parents. Jake and Neytiri look at Y/N in absolute astonishment and amazement that the white Ikran they saw earlier was, in fact, their son’s Ikran and the fact that they even saw him in action yesterday with taking out several ships.

Neytiri: So it was you….

Jake: Y/N…..

Y/N: I need time alone. You can send Kiri, to find me. She will know where I will be. I don’t care if I get grounded for life for this.

Y/N signaled for Ro’nea to fly away from the Sully home. Neytiri and Jake watched their son fly away in dispose as tears went to their eyes. Neytiri broke down crying as Jake pulled her into a hug and shushed her.

Neytiri: How c-could he ever t-think we think he’s a failure??

Jake: This is my fault. I need to make things right. We first need to find where our boy went.

Jake then used his communicator to contact Neteyam and Lo’ak.

— Elsewhere on Pandora —

— 3RD PERSON POV —

We currently see all the Sully siblings apart from Y/N running around with their good friend, Spider, who is the one Y/N picked up most of his profanity from. The five are all having fun as they explore the wilderness of the Pandora jungle when Neteyam and Lo’ak both get a call on their communicators from their father and both brothers immediately get worried about what’s going on. Neteyam answers the call.

Lo’ak and Neteyam: Dad, what’s the situation?/What’s the problem, Dad?

Jake: It’s Y/N. He’s run away to somewhere.

Neteyam and Lo’ak both look at each other with grim looks on their faces as they hear what the situation is.

Lo’ak: Where did he run off to?

Jake: It’s not so much “run off” as it is to actually flying away on his Ikran.

Neteyam: Wait, wait, wait, you mean Y/N actually bonded with an Ikran?

Jake: That’s right. Not only that, it’s a white Ikran. I think you know how special that bond is.

Neteyam knows just how special white Ikrans are to the Na’vi as they represent the Great Mother herself.

Neteyam: Where did he fly off to?

Jake: Neither me nor your mother knows where he went. He did say that Kiri should know where he’s going. Find him and bring him home. Please.

Jake then hangs up the call. Both brothers look at one another before they nod and go over to Kiri who heard then in the communicators with their father.

Kiri: Is something going on? I heard you two on the call with dad, but not what it was about.

Lo’ak: Y/N’s run away from home.

Kiri: What?!

Neteyam: The bigger issue is that he’s also bonded with an Ikran and that’s what he’s using to move right now.

Kiri: Wait, when did he bond with an Ikran?

Neteyam: Nobody has a clue. Dad said that you would know where he went, is that right?

Kiri: Yeah, he would join me in heading to a secret spot with a lake near where we are right now. He will most likely be there.

Spider then made his way over to the older Sully siblings.

Spider: Guys, what’s going on?

Kiri: Y/N has run away from home and Dad needs us to find him.

Spider: Shit. Any idea where he is?

At that exact moment, all of the Sully siblings and Spider saw a very distinctive white Ikran flying below them through the valley as they continue running along the branches that span across the valley. They try to spot who the rider is to see that it’s their runaway brother as they see the scars present on the Y/N’s face, identifying the rider as Y/N. The Na’vi teens and Spider then ran over to where they could try to shout to Y/N.

Kiri: Y/N!! Up here!!

Neteyam: Y/N! Where the hell are you going??

Lo’ak: Little bro! Stop!!

Spider: Hey, Y/N!! Up here, man!!!

Y/N paid no attention to his siblings nor to Spider as they shouted to the runaway boy. Kiri frowns at this while her brothers just shake their heads.

Kiri: We need to get to the lake before Y/N.

Neteyam: Agreed.

The three oldest Sullys and Spider went over to Tuk and told her they were going to go on a small adventurous journey to a hidden location, hiding the true meaning of why they were going to the hidden lake. Tuk beamed at this news and the five individuals began to quickly make their way to the hidden lake, hoping to reach it before Y/N.

Little did any of the teens know that a small group of Recombinant Na’vi led by a now Na’vi Miles Quaritch had just heard everything while they watched from a distance.

Quaritch: Well, well, well. It looks like the bastard and bitch knocked up. Walker! Mansk! Get on your banshees and follow that little flyer fuck! The rest of you, with me! We’ll use the rest of the little fucks as bait for the real prizes.

Quaritch then let out a a dark chuckle as the Recoms get onto their Ikrans and begin to secretly follow Y/N and the rest of his squad follow the Sullys and Spider.

— 20 minutes later —

— Y/N POV

I smile as I reach my secret spot away from home. It’s a small area that is surrounded by massive trees that hide the peaceful aura that surrounds this place.

(This is what I had in mind for it or something like this at least with much taller trees like on Pandora.)

I got off of Ro’nea and sat down in the shallow water away from her. I close my eyes and just enjoy the peaceful nature and it’s sounds around me. The feeling of the lake water splashing against my body, the sounds of the Pandora wildlife like the sound of Sturmbeests drinking water from the lake a fair bit away from me, and the peaceful aura of nature that is the epitome of Eywa herself. I look over to check on Ro’nea and see her being herself.

She takes a bit of time to stretch her wings and then she looks at me with an uncertain look on her face, trying to ask if I’m okay. I shake my head while smiling and head back over to her, I then gave Ro’nea a hug with her wrapping her wings around me, basically returning said hug back to me. I’m glad that Eywa chose for Ro’nea to be my companion, for she and I are both one of a kind. However, I noticed something very strange when she let me down from hugging me, I saw a blue and teal Ikran with Na’vi decked out in military gear fly down into the brush, as if they were following me. I grab my bow, quiver of arrows, and my knife from Ro’nea’s harness and tell her to fly away so she doesn’t get hurt. She understood and immediately flew to a hiding spot both of us knew about that would allow her to hide unseen until I called for her again. I strap my quiver to my back, sling my bow onto the small catch I put onto the quiver to hold my bow to my back, and sheathed my knife into its sheath. I quietly make my way through the brush to see the two Ikrans from before, but with only one of the riders I saw from before. He was currently checking his gear so I used the opportunity to snuck up to the strange looking Na’vi while I grab one of my serrated arrows and break the bottom of it off, turning it into a small serrated blade and quickly put it to his throat.

Walker: What the fuck…..

Y/N: Surprise, asshole. Now listen carefully.

Walker: you really think you scare me, that’s hilarious.

Y/N: I really could not give a fuck what you think, asshat. Now, you’re gonna tell me how the hell you found me and what the fuck you are doing here.

The weird-looking Na’vi only laughed at me before I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head before everything went black.

— 3RD PERSON POV —

Y/N fell to ground unconscious as he was pistol whipped over the back of the head by Mansk, saving his fellow Recom sister-in-arms.

Walker: Thanks, mate.

Mansk: Of course, my friend.

Walker: Let’s get this little bastard to the boss. He’s gonna have a field day.

Mansk: No shit.

What the Recoms didn’t know about what that the Sully children and Spider had watched the whole thing involving their brother. They quietly watched in horror as Mansk grabs Y/N by his braids and started dragging him away to meet up with Quaritch.

— 7 minutes earlier —

— 3RD PERSON POV —

The Sully children along with Spider outside the general area of the hidden lake that Kiri led them to.

Lo’ak: So what exactly is this place, Kiri?

Kiri: It’s a location that Y/N has found when Dad let him go have a free day to himself. Y/N tried sneaking out one night on foot and Dad had me take my Ikran to follow him. I was amazed by the area that Y/N lead me to and he made me promise to never tell anybody about it, but I have regretfully broken that promise by bringing you guys here.

Kiri pushes some bushes aside to reveal the beautiful hidden lake. Everyone is in awe at how perfect everything is.

Tuk: This is pretty!

Spider: Holy…..

Neteyam: I now see why Y/n and you wanted to keep this place a secret.

Lo’ak: This place screams tranquillity…

Kiri: We need to find Y/N fast.

Tuk: There!

Tuk pointed over to where everyone saw the alone Na’vi boy getting hugged by his Ikran which surprises everyone, even Kiri as she has never seen anything like that. Everyone then sees the Recombinants flying on their Ikrans to a landing zone further into the tree brush and Y/N gets a grim look in his face. They see Y/N tell his Ikran to hide before she flies off with Y/N preparing himself.

Kiri: Who was that flying in? It doesn’t look like anyone we know.

Spider: They’re probably dipshits who stumbled upon this place.

Kiri: I don’t think so, Spider, they weren’t anyone from the clan at all. I’m worried about what they are doing here as apart from us and Y/N, nobody else knows about this location, not even Mom or Dad.

Lo’ak: We need to do something!

Neteyam hits Lo’ak upside the head.

Neteyam: No shit. Also, keep your voice down, you idiot. We need to figure out what those Na’vi are up to and figure out how we can get Y/N out of here so he’s not in danger.

Lo’ak: Heads up! Y/N’s on the move.

Everyone looked to see Y/N quickly make his way into the brush to find the Ikrans that landed over there. After continuing to follow Y/N, they watched the events unfold and saw the other Recom pistol whip Y/N over the back of the head before helping his fellow Recom up. He then dragged the now unconscious Y/N very roughly away by his braids.

Tuk: No….Noooo!

Kiri: Tuk. Come here.

Tuk quietly burst into tears at the sight of what happened to her brother while Kiri pulled her into a hug as her own tears begin to fall. Spider was pissed off at what the Na’vi did to his best friend while Neteyam and Lo’ak were already thinking of the ways they would make the Recoms regret hurting their little brother.

Neteyam: Those bastards…..

Lo’ak: Those fuckers are going to pay.

Spider: Assholes! Both of them are dead!

It was only then that a loud gunshot was heard, luckily nobody was hit as the bullet hit one of the trees and everyone turned to see a bunch of Na’vi in military gear a few meters away from them that were carrying with guns and a now Na’vi Miles Quaritch holding his pistol with a still smoking barrel up into the air.

Quaritch: Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.

Neteyam: EVERYBODY SCRAM!!

The Sully kids and Spider then ran in opposite directions with Lo’ak and Spider running North, Kiri and Tuk running to the West, and Neteyam running to the East.

Quaritch: Find them! We will not let these little bastards escape!

— 10 minutes later —

— Y/N POV

I felt myself coming to as I felt a massive pain from my head as I realized I was being dragged by my braids. I look around to see it’s the same two guys that were following me before I was knocked out. I look around my body to see if I still have any weapons and to my luck, I still had my knife in its hidden sheathe, I grab it and plunge it into the kneecap of the guy who was pulling me along by braids. He let out a scream of pain as he falls to his left knee in pain before I sock him across the jaw, knocking him out. I quickly grab the heavy revolver that was in his holster.

(The gun)

I silently pray to Eywa that my self-taught gun training will pay off as I swiftly pull the hammer of the revolver back and shoot the second Na’vi that was with us in the shoulder, knocking her off her own feet and to the ground. I then run over and turn the revolver so I now am holding it by the barrel before pistol whipping the Na’vi that was wounded across the face, knocking her out. I pant as I let out shaky breaths before I saw my oldest brother running towards me.

Neteyam: Y/N!!!

He gave me tight hug as he saw the carnage I caused to the two Na’vi.

Neteyam: Fucking hell, bro. Remind me not to piss you off.

Y/N: That doesn’t matter right now. Neteyam, how in the fuck did you find me?

Neteyam: Kiri brought us here.

Y/N: Of course she did… who else is with you?

Neteyam: Tuk, Kiri, Lo’ak and Spider were with me, but we all got separated. We need to find them.

Y/N: No shit.

Neteyam got onto his communicator to call Lo’ak.

Neteyam: Lo’ak, are you and Spider play?

Lo’ak: No, not good, Spider was taken, bro. I found a place to hide at an uprooted tree, but I don’t know where Kiri or Tuk are at. Are you good?

Neteyam: Yeah, I found Y/N. Listen to me, okay? I need you to stay hidden, Y/N and I will look for our sisters. Understand?

Lo’ak: You got it, bro. Stay safe.

Neteyam: You do the same.

Neteyam gets off the call.

Neteyam: Listen, we need to find out sisters, we need to find Kiri and Tuk. I saw them running west, we need to get to them before anybody else does. Let’s go!

Y/N: Right behind you!

— 5 minutes later —

— Still Y/N’s POV

I follow closely behind Neteyam as we stop, seeing Kiri and Tuk, however, we were too late and they were tied up to trees with three hostiles around them.

Neteyam: Shit. We were too late.

Y/N: Not if I can help it. Nete. I need you to trust me, okay? When I start drawing the enemies away from Kiri and Tuk, I want you to take the chance and free them. Go find Lo’ak once you do.

Neteyam: What?!? Are you insane?!?

Y/N: There’s no other option. This is the only thing we can do right now.

I jump down from our vantage point and make my way to an opening where the three Na’vi Recoms can see me.

Y/N: Hey assholes! Over here!!!

I used the revolver I kept from earlier to fire a warning shot at the three hostiles before they started chasing after me with their pistols drawn. I lead them away from Kiri and Tuk so Neteyam can use the opening I’m creating to his advantage. I continue to drawn them further and further away towards a steep cliff overlooking the lake when I heard a loud gunshot and I am met to a sharp pain in my shoulder, causing me to be forced off-balance which sent me over the side of the cliff as I continued to run towards it and down to the water below. Luckily, I land on the shore, I look around for the revolver from before, but I soon found out that I lost it when I fell from the cliff. I now have another problem with my shoulder being in intense pain, I put my hand to my shoulder and only feel torn skin around a hole that wasn’t in my shoulder previously. I knew I had been shot. It was then when I felt myself being grabbed from behind by my braids again and I’m forced to turn around to face an evil looking Na’vi.

(It’s Quaritch)

Quaritch: Well, it’s nice to meet the demon spawn of the man who stabbed me in the back. You’re a lot more trouble than your worth.

The Na’vi then got onto his radio.

Quaritch: Everyone, regroup on me. I want someone to bring that human boy back to the base. I have a special someone who I believe can get us what we want.

I was then being dragged away by my braids once again as I clutch my wounded shoulder in pain. I try to fight the feeling of passing out, but I fall unconscious due to the nasty mix of pain and tiredness.

— 3RD PERSON POV, BACK WITH NETEYAM —

Neteyam watched as his youngest brother drawed the enemy Na’vi away from the area, which allowed him to move to Kiri and Tuk and free them from their bindings.

Kiri: Thanks, but what in the hell is Y/N doing?!

Neteyam: Ssshhh, keep your voice down, I need you to regroup with Lo’ak, Spider was taken, but Lo’ak found a hiding spot that you can go to. Head to the tree that has been uprooted, that’s where he are hiding. I need to help Y/N.

Kiri: Got it. Tuk, I need you to stay close to me, okay.

Tuk; Okay, sis.

The two Sully girls quickly and quietly run to where the hiding spot is while Neteyam ran in the direction of where his brother ran. He caught up only to see Y/n get shot in the shoulder which made him tumble over the edge of cliff. Neteyam couldn’t believe his eyes and tears come to his eyes as he knew that his brother was in big trouble, but he could not do anything with so many enemies around the area. He turned around before retreating to where the rest of his siblings and their good friend are hiding at. They need to make a plan.

To be continued….

Thats Pt. 2 for you. I hope it was not too long and too wordy. Anyways, I wanted to say that I never expected people to actually my idea of “"Useless” and “Troubled” until the End.” I hope people enjoy reading Pt. 2 as much I enjoyed writing it.

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Ain't Making Me Leave (Reader x Joel Miller)

@anxious-queerboi Hiiiii 🥺 It's been so long but do you think you could do a general headcanons with Joel and a gn reader who received an injury that made them disabled? Like, not to the point of being unable to move, but not being able to be as active as they used to be? Thank you <3

Back in the QZ, it would've been a dealbreaker.

Nothing personal, just - when you're in survival mode, tying yourself to someone who's still limping is like filling your bag with rocks.

But here, in Jackson, it's not as big of a deal.

It's still hard for Joel to get used to the idea of people helping each other out of cooperation.

But after a solid year of caring for people other than himself, he's willing to take actions against his own self-preservation.

Besides, deep in him, he knows he owes you.

Your leg was injured when you had to cave in a roof to trap some pursuing clickers.

You saved Joel's life.

So he carried you back to Jackson, and ensured you got as best care as you could've.

But your leg won't be the same. Decreased mobility, even with a full recovery. Say goodbye to supply runs or scouting missions.

But it doesn't matter to Joel the way it would have,

Because you're his, and he's not going to let you get kicked out or cast aside, even if that means he has to work to be useful enough for the both of you.

But he really needn't worry. Tommy and Maria aren't the kind to act so pragmatically. To rebuild the world, the world needs compassion.

Something Joel's still learning.

He barely leaves your side for the first bit of recovery, still blaming himself for you getting hurt.

And even later he does that trademark growl of his whenever he has to leave you again.

But honestly, your injury is sort of the catalyst that lets him finally rest.

When he realizes his place in Jackson is secure, and yours is too, not because of his worth or experience, but because of kindness, he finally breathes and for the first time in twenty years emerges from survival mode.

You can tell something has really snapped in Joel when he suddenly climbs into your bed and kisses you long and slow.

"What brought this on?" You grin - he's been treating you like porcelain since your injury, even though your leg is finally walking worthy.

"Nobody's makin' me leave."

"Of course not, silly. We're home." you chuckle bemusedly, surprised by another kiss.

"We're home. Ain't that a bitch?"

"What's all this?"

"I'm bein' stupid. Like usual." Joel grins, slightly manically, before pulling you close again. "I love you."

You gasp a little at how easily he says it - you only usually get the L-word out of him after lovemaking in the dead of night when he finally relaxes. "I love you too."

"Love you more." He winks. "How about I take you on a walk later and we just... get some air?"

You chuckle. "Sure. And what should we do in the meantime?"

Joel leans back on the bed, giving a great sigh. "Anything we want."

[theragethatisdesire]

I’M ACTUALLY EARLY ENOUGH TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS YAY 😭😭

okay okay okay so i’m thinking 236 with plug!eren. i feel like he’d love to see you wearing his things like wearing his hoodie after six could easily start up a round two.

and then that last chapter got me thinking abt 116 w/ him too, i can’t wait to see a more possessive/protective side to him in the future possibly 👀 that “my girl” had me feeling things lol

and then 8 for jean. i have no specific reason, he’s just sexy and i’m impulsive so i wanna fuck him there, but he’s also tall as hell so it would be a struggle for him LMAO

this was just an excuse to talk to you abt plug!eren and jean, please don’t think i’m expecting drabble from you i just wanna ramble 😭😭🥹

DLFADLFDA hi bestie!!!! you're so full of ideas i literally love it so much i just.....you're so right. ESP about plug!eren he's so possessive on the low and he tries to hold himself back but he can't always help himself. like, he def has you dressed up all in his little hoodies and t-shirts and you're always covered in little bites and bruises and hickeys and going through dozens of bottles of concealer and he absolutely gets you a little necklace with an E charm on it like that's not canon but it's canon <333 i LOVE him!!!!

but your idea with jean....i....i simply couldn't resist....

NSFW below the cut >:)

The first thing you learned about Jean Kirschstein was that his ego knows no bounds. He isn't a selfish person, quite the opposite, actually, but as the starting pitcher for Paradis University's top-ranking baseball team, he has a constant supply of ego-fueling screams from the stands to keep his self-image bloated and well-fed.

Hundreds of girls screaming their name would make any man unreasonably confident, but Jean has the gall to blame his borderline-conceit on you of all people. You expect me not to have a big head when I have a girlfriend this gorgeous? C'mon babe, be serious.

Jean's favorite way to feed his ego, by extension, is by taking you anywhere he wants, any time. Considering that he leaves your legs shaking and your voice raspy, you're not one to complain, but this tendency of his does force you into some rather suspect situations.

Take tonight, for example. The Paradis Devils pulled a 5-3 victory off over the Marley Warriors, their conference rival, and it was, frankly, mostly thanks to Jean's signature curveball pitch. When he eyed you in the stands from the pitch, a toothpick sticking out from his smirk and a dark glint to his smile that only you knew how to interpret, the deafening cheers in the stadium faded to a low hum in comparison to the rush of blood to your face.

"Jean, we're going to get caught-"

"Sh," Jean hushes you, shoving you none-too-gently against the door of his flashy pickup truck, "who cares?"

"Me," you whine pitifully into his mouth, already limp and malleable in his strong hands.

"Not going to help me celebrate my victory? You know you're the reason we won," Jean mouths his way down your neck, pulling a whimper from you, "do it all for you, baby."

"But there's people around Jean, the game just let out."

"Hop in, then," Jean smacks your ass playfully, "windows are tinted, remember?"

As if you don't know the windows are tinted, not after Jean's last game, the baseball banquet, your Honor's Society awards dinner...you acquiesce him with a roll of your eyes, clambering up into the backseat.

Jean follows you, hazel eyes hooded and hungry and hat backwards on his head, never letting his hands drift from you for long. He wrestles his jersey off before climbing in, tossing it carelessly into the passenger seat and laying his long body over yours. He reaches back and fumbles for the door handle, finally finding purchase and swinging it closed, only to accidentally thwack his leg, shooting his body forward and consequently knocking your head into the opposite door.

"Fuck."

"Ow!"

"Car sex always looks so much easier in the movies," Jean winces, shaking his head.

"Then why can't we just wait until we get home? Your apartment's only five minutes away," you giggle, only half-meaning your words when Jean's muscled torso is pressing into your heated skin.

Jean doesn't answer at first, instead dipping his hand down to rub insistently over your clothed, pulsing cunt. He chuckles darkly at your responding moan, the way your hips buck up desperately into his hand, betraying your words.

"If you think you're getting out of this car without my cum dripping down your legs, you've lost your goddamn mind."

[clone-anon]

Hello clone-anon. I have a request. I'm a wheelchair user and only use my wheelchair some of the time. Other times I rely on a cane. I love the idea of living on the Marauder like I see in so many stories, but I rarely walk and have a terrible time with stairs. In the sw universe I think I would have a hover chair. Tech is my favorite. I'm in love with him. Do you think there's a way for me to go on adventures too?

Of course there's a way for you to go on adventures! Tech has never come across a problem he couldn't solve, especially with the help of his team.

Whenever you watched the Marauder fly away, your heart sank a little. Not just because your boyfriend was leaving, but because you knew how he loved to fly and you had a hard time joining him. The first time Tech invited you onto the ship, your hover chair tried climbing the stairs. It was always a bit jarring with the up and across motion as it tried to keep an equal space between moving forward on a step and up to the next one. He didn't say anything at the time, but Tech was determined to make the experience more welcoming. While he and his siblings were leaving for a mission, he didn't bother to share that on the way home, they were stopping for some particular supplies.

The mission didn't take long and you were happy for his return. He gave you a kiss and grinned at you. His smile was familiar, but there was a look in his eyes that was almost mischievous.

"Care to tell me what this look is about," you asked him with an inquisitive grin.

"No."

You were even more intrigued now as you searched his warm eyes. Tech with a one-word answer. That had never happened before. He left a kiss on your forehead and added, "I promise it will be worth the wait."

For the next few days he was hard at work inside the ship. You tried to visit him, but Wrecker showed up to distract you, taking you swimming along with Omega and Hunter. You enjoyed your time on the beach, but kept wondering what Tech was up to.

Finally, Tech came to pick you up one morning, offering you a flower, and walking you to the ship.

"Now, as you know my darling, I have been hard at work and I promise it is for your benefit." He smiled at you as he pushed a button for the Marauder to open. The stairs then shifted to make a ramp and Tech encouraged you to come on board. Your chair smoothly hovered up the ramp and on to the ship. There was a clear spot where you could park and stabilize your chair for the jump to hyperspace. Tech had pulled out the entire sink in the refresher and replaced it with one that wouldn't bump your knees when you used it. You could hover right up to it and easily turn on the water. There were handle bars in useful locations and he showed you a cubby perfectly at your level for storing your things.

"There is one more thing I want to show you," he said with a hand on your shoulder. He then took you to the bunks. There was a separate space cleared out for your chair next to a lower bunk.

"Is this space all mine," you asked.

Tech pushed his goggles up. "If you want it," he said nervously. "Or perhaps a shared space for the two of us. There is not much room on board and-" he stopped as you took his hand and kissed his knuckle. He leaned down to give you a warm kiss.

"Wherever we go," he said, "I want you with me and I want you safe. Whatever you need, I can always make further modifications."

"Thank you, Tech."

You decided that while you didn't have to go anywhere right now, you might as well test the bunk and get a few cuddles in.

[atlasscrumpit]

Hello! I had an idea for yandere MK. Y/N has powers of their own, and likes play sparring with the boys. One day they accidentally get badly hurt.

Accident

"Come on! Please, Marc! I just want to practice, what if anything ever happens? Then I'll know how to defend myself." You begged as Marc looked at you and sighed.

"Okay, fine. But, we're going easy to start with. We can spar without our powers first." Marc said as you smiled and hugged him.

"Yes! Thank you." You said making him chuckle.

You headed up to the roof with Marc after you got dressed in appropriate clothing.

Marc began showing you simple moves.

Once you finished up sparring Marc took your power dampening cuff off and let his suit form.

"You sure you're ready for this?" Marc asked as you nodded.

"I'm ready." You said as you got into a stance ready to fight.

You began using all the techniques Marc had shown you and a few you'd learnt in the past.

When you began using your magic, Marc seemed to get stronger.

You were about to run towards him when he threw a moon dart towards you, you tried to dodge it but it pierced your shoulder.

You screamed and fell onto your back.

Marc's suit quickly retracted as he ran towards you.

"Baby!" He shouted, kneeling down and looking at you.

"Fuck, hang on, baby. You'll be okay." Marc said as he picked you up.

You screamed in pain.

"I know, babygirl. It's okay." Marc whispered as he cradled you close and walked back down to the apartment.

"I can stitch you up, baby. We can't take you to the hospital." Marc said as you cried and nodded.

He got you back down to the apartment and laid you on the couch.

"Steven, you need to stitch her up." Marc whispered as he looked at your wound.

Steven was a lot more steady then Marc was.

Steven took control and grabbed his first aid supplies.

"Stay with me, love. I'm right here." Steven whispered as he reached towards the moon dart.

"Look at me, baby. Just focus on me." Steven said as you nodded and looked up at him.

He pulled the dart out in one quick motion.

You screamed out in pain as Steven held you down.

"I know!" Steven said as you cried out.

"I need you to stay still, baby. It'll hurt but you need to stay still." He whispered as you cried and nodded.

He began cleaning the room and stitching it up as you grit down on your own teeth and tried to not scream.

"I know, baby. I'm so sorry, I'm almost done." He said as you sobbed.

He finally finished up and you felt like you could breath again.

Steven bandaged up the wound and you looked up at him.

"Oh god, love. We're so so sorry for this." Steven whispered with tears in his eyes.

"It's okay, you didn't mean it." You whispered as he leant down and kissed your forehead.

"We'll make it up to you, anyway that we can." Steven whispered before you gently picked you up.

"Come on, love. You need to rest." He said as he got you into bed and covered you with blankets.

He climbed in beside you and gently placed his arm over your, without injuring you.

"Rest, darling."

[kill-the-feels]

the most dangerous thing is to love ~ ch. IV

a/n: hey besties!! it's been a hot minute since i've been on here and even longer since i updated this, but i come bearing a fun chapter so i hope you'll forgive me! i've also got the next four or five chapters plotted out, so the next few updates should be quicker in coming! thanks to everyone who's waited and loved it so far! <3 (previous part) (master list)

warnings: language, lots of snark, references to past injuries, slight horror vibe at the end

word count: ~4.9k

You crouch behind Fett as he lays flat against the edge of the cliff, eyes squinting in the blistering sunlight.

The crystal water all around you shimmers in the distance, the dark forest and cave system between you and the shore.

“I don’t see anything,” he says. You creep up beside him, mirroring his pose, lest you fall over the side.

This is the highest point on the island, a rocky hill that left the both of you winded on the climb up.

“Nothing?” you repeat. He gives you a wicked side-eye, the kind that gives a blaster bolt a run for its money, irritation at your questioning evident.

“Nothing. You’re positive it was bones you found?” You clench your jaw, his skeptical tone grating. This is the third time the two of you have been over this.

“Unless sticks are shockingly white and humanoid. And carry ancient med kits.” He snorts beside you, wiggling himself back away from the ledge.

“This little island is clearly uninhabited. And there are no signs of life. Which makes the presence of another human-”

“Disturbing, to say the least,” you interrupt. He glares at you.

“And unlikely.” You glance at the horizon. Empty, same as it has been.

“Or like us — unlucky. Who’s to say they weren’t like us? Survivors who washed up here, survived as long as they could, then died.” You paint a morbid picture, and Fett makes a face.

“This cannot be the only island on the whole planet. Someone has to be out there.” He's trying to be logical about this whole thing, but you remain unconvinced.

“Maybe. But I don’t like our odds.” Fett fiddles with a button on his wrist, and you watch as it blinks red twice, then shuts off.

“Damn it,” he mutters under his breath, hurrying back the way you came before you can ask any questions. ~~~ The climb back down takes the rest of your afternoon, and the two of you retreat back into the caves as night sets in, building a fire and sitting closer to it for warmth.

“We need food,” you say, halving a ration bar and passing him half. He scowls at it.

“These taste like shit,” Fett says bluntly. You nibble on the edge of it, trying to make it last, so you can trick your stomach into thinking it’s more food than it is.

“I’m sorry, I’ll have the chef prepare something else for next time,” you say, and he glares at you, his favorite pastime.

“If someone hadn’t tossed my helmet, it’d be easier to find things to eat.” You make a face, sticking your tongue out at him like a three-year-old. Always about that damn helmet.

“We could also fish," you suggest. "Got to be plenty of those.” Fett pokes a stick in the fire, ignoring you.

“Tomorrow you’re showing me where you found the bones,” he says instead. Unease slithers down your spine.

“I’d rather not go back there.” He finally glances at you, disdain barely masked on his face.

“Afraid of the nexu?” You clench your jaw, grabbing your own stick to poke the fire with.

“No.” It’s the truth. It’s not the nexu that leaves your skin crawling. It’s the idea of being back in that spot. Everything was so still and quiet, and you can’t shake the sensation that something else was there besides the nexu, watching you.

“If you found the med kit there, odds are there are other supplies. We’re going back.” His tone leaves no room for argument, and you bite off another corner of your ration bar, gathering your courage to poke the proverbial bear again.

“Why are you the one calling all the shots?” You interrupt the silence, unable to let it go. Fett doesn't respond at first, instead twisting his stick in the flames, burning a neat circle around the end. His silence is worse than his caustic arguments, because you can't argue with silence.

“I thought this was a truce.” Bitterness seeps into your voice as you try again.

“If you with your infinite knowledge of survival would like to be in charge, then by all means,” he says calmly. A small flame grows on the end of the stick, steadily climbing up its length to his hand. Fett smudges the stick out in the dirt.

The side of his mouth tilts up, just barely, and you gape. Instead of arguing with you, meeting your anger with the plenty of his own that he's got stored up, he does that.

“Did you just make a joke?” Your own stick burns, and you toss it in the fire instead of extinguishing it.

“I don’t make jokes,” he says, stretching out on his back, one hand resting behind his head. You stare at him as he throws the other arm over his eyes.

“You made a joke.” He gives you a noncommittal hum.

“Some of us are trying to sleep,” Fett says. You snatch up another stick, letting it catch fire. When it burns, you hold onto it, torn between smudging it out and burying it in Fett’s ribs.

In the end, you put it in the dirt beside his stick, pillowing your hands under your head and shutting your eyes. ~~~ “Get up.” The foot to the ribs doesn’t feel any better than before, and your eyes fly open, glare ready.

“Good morning to you too, ass,” you mutter. The sun is barely peaking over the hills but the morning is already hot and steamy, with distant creatures calling out in the jungle.

The waves crash against the rocks as you eat the half of the ration bar Fett passes you on his way out of the cave. You’re scrambling to follow, still half-asleep and vaguely confused.

“Easy,” you huff, sliding on loose rocks as you make your way up the hill. “Do you know where you’re going?”

In your haste to follow him, you put your foot down on the wrong rock, and it twists, sending you sprawling on your knees. Fett catches hold of your upper arm before you can slide too far down, hefting you back to your feet.

“We’re meant to be walking, not sliding,” he says. Blowing hair out of your eyes, you watch where you step, until the two of you reach the top of the hill, just outside of the tree line.

“Where do we go from here?” He's looking at you expectedly, like you should just know where to go. You hesitate, trying to remember.

“I was trying to head to the beach, where we washed up,” you say. “And I know I headed downwards, pretty much straight in.” You bite your lip, unsure how to tell Fett that you basically stumbled onto the spot.

He glances at the sky.

“You have no idea where we should be going,” he says. It isn’t a question.

“I know the general idea. Just… be quiet and let me think.” After the nexu attacked you, it was a miracle you managed to make it back. The green all looks the same, and you have a feeling that the less you try to navigate, the more the your instinct takes over. Plus, the cave is next to the water, so you were able to follow the sound of the waves as you got close enough.

But as you walk forward, the jungle starts to look a little less confusing, certain landmarks seeming familiar. Fett follows silently behind you, shoving leaves and branches out of his way with more force than is probably strictly necessary.

He says nothing, but gradually his breathing gets heavier, like he’s struggling to keep up, still recovering from being sick. You round the corner, into a small, open area littered with rocks.

“Let’s stop for a minute,” you say. Fett glances around, eyes tracing the line of the trees.

“Is this where you were?” he asks, leaning on a waist-high rock. You shake your head.

“No, I don’t recognize any of this. But I need a breather.” The look he gives you is not amused.

“So we keep walking.” He starts off, headed in what feels like the complete wrong direction. With a groan, you hurry after him.

“We can keep walking all you want, but I’m telling you, I need to take a breather, and so do you, and I’m not sure which way I-”

Fett takes another step forward and something clicks under his foot. He freezes and you react on instinct, holding your breath.

“What was that?” He glances back at you without moving, then looks down, lips set in a grim line. Slowly, he crouches, keeping his feet in the same position, until he can brush the leaves and detritus of the jungle away.

His spine stiffens, ramrod straight, and more telling than anything he could say with his words.

“It’s a mine,” he says, voice flat and without any emotion. He's way too calm for the situation, in your opinion. You squint at the ground, just able to make out the top of a durasteel circle.

“Why is there a fucking mine?” you ask, voice a horrified whisper. Fett looks around as he carefully stands back up.

“I don’t know. But there are probably more. Are there any under your feet?” You crouch, maintaining your position the same way he did, and carefully clear away the leaves covering the ground around you.

“I don’t see any.” Fett’s jaw clenches.

“Go back the way we came,” he says. “Watch your feet, trace your steps as best you can.”

“And you?” He eyes the distance between you two.

“Just go.” You shake your head.

“No, we can come up with something. We’re a team now, remember?” He rolls his eyes.

“As if you’d ever let me forget.” Instead of stepping away, you step closer.

“For once in your fucking life, can’t you listen?” he says, angry. “If you step on one, at best we’re both screwed, at worst, we both die.” You stop moving.

“Okay. Since we’re stuck — for now — let’s discuss: why are there mines?” You add the “for now” when he glares at you.

“You’ll be happy to know this counts as a sign of life,” Fett says. “And is one hell of a disturbing way to find out.” Thunder rumbles above the two of you.

“It definitely ranks above the bones,” you say. The wind whistles through the trees, brushing over your skin, leaving chills in its wake.

“Bones can’t kill you.” He looks above him, at the way the clouds are steadily thickening.

“What do we do?” Fett looks behind him, at the way the two of you came. He sighs, rubbing his hands down his face.

“I don’t suppose you have secrets skills with defusing bombs hidden up your sleeve.” You’d almost believe it was a joke, except you know Fett and find it hard to believe he’s joking right now. You’re certainly not laughing.

“Sorry, fresh out of that one,” you say, wiping the sweat off your forehead. Fett closes his eyes, seeming to gather himself before he looks at your fingers.

“Alright. Do exactly as I say.” He reaches for one of the pouches on his belt, pulling out a tiny blade and a little pointed rod of durasteel. When you hesitate, he shakes them at you, drawing you closer.

You move carefully, examining the ground before you shuffle your feet forward until you’re right in front of him.

“What now?” Fett crouches a little, trying to get a good look at the mine.

“Clean it off some more — carefully — so we can see what we’re working with. There should be a place to unscrew the casing. That’s what the pointed piece is for. Tell me when you’ve done that.”

Gently, holding your breath lest you breathe too hard and set the damn thing off, you scrape away dirt and leaves until the muddy mine stares up at you. There’s a raised circular section, with dirt caked into what looks like a tiny X.

“Unscrew there,” Boba says, and you flex your fingers to try and work out the shakiness.

“No problem. Anything else while I’m down here? Some refreshments, maybe?” He scoffs.

“Cut the shit and focus on what you’re doing.” You save the choice words you’ve got for him because it takes too much of your concentration to make sure the little rod is fitting correctly in the corroded X of the screw.

Slowly, it gives way and starts to twist.

“Wait until it’s almost all the way free, then switch to your fingers and twist — slowly. When you get it out, put it to the side and pry the casing open just enough to see what’s inside. Try not to disturb any wires.” He makes the instruction sound like something as simple as baking.

“How am I meant to pry it open and not disturb any wires?” The screw loosens dangerously and you quickly grab at it with your fingers, giving it the final few twists it takes to pull it all the way out. You set it and the rod to the side. Taking a deep breath, you ready yourself for the hard part.

“Get at an angle where you can see down inside without moving it too much. Tell me what you see.” You make a face, the angle required putting your face right next to his leg.

The proximity is weird and makes the situation even worse. Squinting, you try to make out what’s under the dirt.

“Bunches of wires,” you mutter.

“I know that,” Fett says, and you can hear the eye roll. “What color?”

Your head is fully pressed against his leg now, fingers trying to delicately crack open the side some more.

“Brown,” you say finally. “And a blue and white one. Maybe a black one under all that? Or a dark grey?” He huffs.

“Which? It’s important to know.” And really, it shouldn’t surprise you that Fett knows how to disarm a mine. He is the Boba Fett after all.

“Black,” you say decisively, because either you’re right or you’ll be dead wrong and blissfully dead so you don’t have to hear about how you were wrong.

“Cut the brown wire.” You look at the blade in your hand.

“Uh, not to question you, but that was awful quick. Are you sure, buddy?” He looks down at you, where your head is still pressed to his leg.

“Cut the brown wire,” he says through gritted teeth.

Slowly, you stab the blade into the gap, trying to not to touch any other wires. Your heart is racing, skin buzzing with anticipation.

Ever so gently, you turn the blade, watching in fascination as it severs the brown wire.

It is a win, you suppose, that you don’t immediately blow up.

But Fett still has to move his foot.

“Is it cut?” he asks. You nod, already carefully backing away.

“Get back here,” he says, “and cut the blue and white one.”

“I have to cut more?” You’re not proud of the way your voice whines. He glares at you, not even dignifying you with a response.

This time, you’re less careful, slicing your way through it.

“And now the dark grey one?” you ask. He jerks his gaze down to you.

“You said it was black!” Is that fear in his voice?

“I meant black, calm down.”

“Don’t touch the last wire. Back up.” You hold your breath, watching.

Your heart bangs against your rib cage as Fett slowly inches his weight off.

There’s a click and you squeeze your eyes shut. Waiting.

It doesn’t blow.

“Fuck,” he hisses, resting his palms on his thighs, catching his breath. You sigh in relief and he pins you with an unamused stare.

“Some thanks for saving your life would be nice,” you say, and he ignores you. The thunder is louder this time, vibrating against your bones.

“Let’s get moving,” Fett orders, as a few fat raindrops start to fall on your heads.

“Back to camp?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“It’d take too long. Let’s find somewhere to hunker down.” The two of you set off in the opposite direction, moving as quickly as you can as the rain picks up. ~~~ He’s damn lucky.

Squinting through the curtain of rain, Boba follows you as the two of you try to find somewhere to take shelter.

It makes him wish he had his helmet, but he’s not complaining, because he’s damn lucky.

Even now, his hands are still shaking so badly that he keeps them clenched into fists, ignoring the way his legs feel weak and wobbly. He’ll take that to his grave, thank you very much.

But still, being forced to confront his own mortality twice in less than a week is not doing great things for his mental space, especially when he has to deal with you, instead of having peace and quiet to process everything.

“Up ahead,” he calls, seeing a rocky overhang that juts out enough to offer some cover.

Cold rain runs down the back of his neck, slipping underneath the collar of his flight suit and sending shivers down his spine.

It worsens his mood, his frustration making it hard to concentrate. You slide underneath the rock, the space just big enough for the two of you to sit shoulder-to-shoulder, heads brushing the rock above you.

“I hate the rain.” Boba blinks at you as the words slip from the both of you in unison.

“Ha,” you say, nudging your shoulder with his. He shoves back, disliking the contact. “Figures we’d have something in common.” Boba scowls out at the grey curtain cutting the two of you off from the rest of the world.

Rain makes his bones ache, makes him feel cold and clammy, and it’s just so loud.

“It’ll pass,” he says, not sure if he’s reassuring himself or you. You glance at him.

“I know. But if you get sick again, I’m going to be pissed.” He rolls his eyes.

“Not gonna get sick.” You don’t look convinced, your hands twisting in your lap. Rainwater that must have been collecting above him gushes over the side of the rock, running down his side, soaking him. Boba glares, biting back the groan and unintentionally shifting closer to you.

“Easy, big guy,” you say, and he looks down to find your hand in the center of his chest piece as he ends up nearly in your lap.

“It’s getting too wet over here,” he says, glad that his brown skin hides the way he can feel his cheeks getting hot.

With a long-suffering sigh, you scoot over, towards the edge on your side, and he moves closer, hating that his options are touching you or sitting in the small waterfall.

“If it isn’t raining, it broiling hot,” you say. “I wish we could just have one day with moderate temperatures and nothing trying to kill us. No cliffs, no killer cats, and no fucking mines.” Boba snorts.

“I dunno. Mines and cliffs are easy enough to avoid. If there wasn’t any challenge, we might get bored.” You roll your eyes at him, and Boba looks away, momentarily distracted by the strange jump in his chest.

It’s the physical contact, he decides. He hasn’t had something like that in years, not since Jango died. Obviously, he’s had lovers. But it’s different, a quick release that ends just as soon as it’s begun.

The last time he sat this close to someone? And didn’t do anything else, but just sat? He couldn’t say.

“What if it doesn’t let up? Do we camp here?” You make a good point, but he’s not exactly sure where the two of you are, and the rain makes it hard to see where you’ve been. Trying to navigate your way back to camp could prove fatal.

“We don’t have to make a decision yet,” he says, giving you a non-answer that has you rolling your eyes again.

“Sure thing, boss,” you mutter, tilting your head back and closing your eyes. Your brow stays furrowed, like you’re thinking about something that’s troubling you. Boba stares at the rain, willing it to stop. It doesn’t work. It never does, but it didn’t stop him from trying when he was a little boy and it doesn’t stop now.

“How does a person like you end up on a bounty hunter’s radar?” he asks, hating the silence. You open one eye, glancing at him, unamused.

“You know how. It’s the same as it always is.” Objectively, he knows the answer. Jabba put the bounty out, so it has something to do with the Hutts. It’s why he took this job.

But he wants to know what exactly you, of all people, did to merit being hunted down, other than being a wise-ass.

You clench your hands in your lap, twisting your fingers around each other. There’s a barely contained anger there, simmering just below the surface. He recognizes it because he sees it in himself, an odd realization to have.

“That can’t be the whole story,” he prods. “You weren’t worth the fuel it took to find you.” Your jaw clenches and you stare pointedly into the rain.

“And yet, it is.” You don’t offer anything else, just take a few measured breaths in and out, calming your temper. It’s a little impressive actually, to see that you are capable of reigning in your blistering comments. ~~~ You know what he’s doing. He’s probing, trying to learn more about you. What you don’t know is why. You two might be allies, but you’re certainly not friends.

He scraps a spare blade over the side of the rock, sharpening it.

Most likely he’s asking because he still can’t believe that the Hutts are really that petty. Regrettably? They are.

Fett shifts beside you, his knee brushing yours, and you resist the urge to shove him away. You’re cranky right now, back stiff and stinging with the stitches.

And just when you’d started to dry out from the last afternoon thunder shower, here you are, soaking wet again.

Your head hurts too, most likely from dehydration and hunger, and you’re to the point where you just want to tear into something with your hands. Fett’s looking more and more like a solid target, especially if you have to keep sitting in close quarters like this.

“Something is jamming my fucking signal,” Fett says, breaking the silence. Slowly, you turn to look at him.

He shows you the same button on his wrist he was messing with when you climbed to the high point on the island. Once more, it blinks red twice, then shuts off.

“It’s not just dead?” you ask, unsure how it works.

“No, it’s not dead. This thing is meant to be used in emergencies. It’s powerful and can pick up any frequency. When it can connect. Even if there’s no one in the area, it should let me transmit something out, to be heard if someone gets near us.” You hear the unintentional emphasis on “if.” Not knowing exactly where you are in the galaxy makes this ten times harder.

For all you know, the two of you could be in the far reaches, where people rarely — if ever — make it.

“Have you been trying it out this whole time?” He gives you his signature side-eye, before slapping it a little harder.

“When I’ve been awake and able, yes. I’m not an idiot.” Your mouth opens of its own volition, the scathing reply poised to leap off your tongue, Fett unintentionally setting you up perfectly.

And just like that, it quits raining, saving you from most likely putting your foot in your mouth again and starting another fight with Fett.

The last remnants of rain drip down the branches of the trees, soaking into the ground, filling the jungle with a quiet hush. You peer into foliage, watching as a steamy mist rises up from the warm ground.

Now that the rain has stopped, it’s humid, everything around you clammy. Fett wastes no time brushing past you, slicking his hair back, the curls unruly and wet.

He peers into the jungle around you, eyes scanning the foliage.

“Does any of this look familiar?” he asks, and you’re tempted to say yes, just so he thinks you’re more useful than you currently are.

“No,” you say honestly. “I think we made a wrong turn.” Fett rolls his eyes.

“There is no ‘we’ in this. You got us lost.”

“Ehh,” you say, face screwing up. “Maybe technically, but really I told you from the beginning. I don’t know how I got there.” His scoff is filled with contempt, and he shoves your shoulder.

“That way. That’s the direction of the caves. We’ll try again tomorrow.” The prospect of spending another day hiking through the jungle in the broiling heat and inevitable rain does not fill you with joy, but you figure it’s in your best interest not to argue right now.

So you stomp forward, crashing through the foliage, generally being as loud as you can, because you’re learning that the creatures who inhabit this island dislike the noise and tend to run from it.

You round the corner of another large boulder, and freeze.

The tree.

In the misty steam rising from the jungle floor, it’s not as clear as it was the last time, but it’s definitely the tree, the same moss covering it as last time. There’s the pool beside it; you're unable to see the waterfall trickling down, but able to hear it in the hushed stillness all the same.

Fett rams into your back, nearly knocking you over, and you don’t even protest at the sudden sharp pain from your stitches.

You just keep staring at the tree, the mist moving all around, like another entity.

Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth, unwilling to break the silence, even to tell him this is it. The sun is still overhead, and if you look behind you, you can see it peeking through the trees. But in front of you, this tree and its little haven, remain shrouded in shadows.

Your eyes fall to the base of the tree, where you know the patch of grass rests, housing the long-forgotten bones.

You force your foot forward, having difficulty picking it up, like you’re slogging through layers of mud.

You shouldn’t be here.

The words come unbidden to your mind, whispered as clear as day, like someone spoke them into your ear. Fett hasn’t moved either, looking between you and the tree. He squints at something, resting on a root beside the tree. The dark shape looks familiar, and you’re fairly certain it wasn’t here last time.

A cold wind whistles through the trees above your head, stirring the mist and rushing over your arms, like two cold hands.

You back up a step, bumping into Fett again. Something is wrong here. You shouldn’t be here. There’s a pregnant pause, the anticipation nearly killing you, everything in your body telling you to run.

You blink. Once. Twice.

The mist fades away. Gradually, the sun seeps into the clearing, the cold wind replaced by the same balmy breeze everywhere else on the island.

In the absence of the mist, you can see what the shape is.

“Is that my fucking helmet?” Fett speaks first, disrupting the silence and causing you to jump. He charges forward before you can stop him, and you have no choice but to follow, feet no longer stuck to the ground.

He snatches it up and spins on you, finger pointed in accusation.

“Is this why you didn’t want to come here? Why you’ve been leading me in fucking circles? Real funny.” You’re shaking your head, genuinely afraid, but not of him. It feels like he’s disturbing something, being too loud when he should grab the helmet and get the hell out of here.

“I didn’t know,” you whisper. “It wasn’t here last time. I swear.” Your eyes fall to the patch of grass, the bright green almost unnatural against the dark moss.

Is there—? Yes, just there, the white of the bone. Only, it looks like it’s been rearranged, because you definitely left that thing sticking up more.

“Fett, we need to go,” you say softly, and he must hear something in your voice that your words are not saying, because he blinks and looks around for the first time.

The leaves brush together above you, sounding like a crowd whispering. Debating something. The sun shifts again, slipping out of the clearing, and you watch as the mist starts to swirl back up. The cold returns, and you take a quick step back, as shivers race up and down your spine.

Fett tugs his helmet on and reaches for a blaster.

“Don’t,” you risk calling. “Let’s go.” You take another step back, out of the clearing, into the sunny jungle. Fett looks back at the tree one more time, before he follows you.

Neither of you speak for the entire trek back to the cave.

When the sun sets, Fett tightens his grip on his blaster, and you notice the way he stokes the fire higher, until it lights up every corner of the cave.

[rosenallies]

This doesn’t belong to any particular au I just wanted to write this <3

——

•”do we want sugar cookies or chocolate chip?"

——

Denali sighed, clicking on Rosè’s contact as soon as he got into the car, his husband picking up on the first ring.

“Hey, honey,” Rosè answered happily, “what’s up?”

“I just got off the phone with Nova’s teacher, she’s having a really hard day.”

Rosè let out a breath. “I take it you’re already on your way to get her?”

Tears gathered in Denali’s eyes. “Yeah, I just-I feel like it’s my fault, I missed my alarm and we got to school a bit late, I just-“

“Honey,” Rosè interrupted, “it isn’t your fault. Why don’t you go pick her up and we can bake Christmas cookies like she’s been asking? Maybe take her to the store to pick out some stuff?”

Denali nodded, wiping his weepy eyes on the sleeve of his sweater. “Okay, I’ll see you at home?”

“Of course, baby, I’ll see you at home. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

As they hung up, Denali pulled up at Nova’s school and cut the engine, gathering himself before going inside, letting the receptionist know he was there to pick up Nova.

Just a few minutes later, he could hear Nova down the hall a repetitive cacophony of “Daddy, Papa, Home” coming from her communication device.

As soon as she laid eyes on him, she ran towards him, tugging her teacher along.

“Hi sweet girl,” Denali cooed, kneeling down to hug her, “are you having a hard day?”

Nova whined a bit, nodding against his chest.

He lifted her into his arms, kissing her cheek. “It’s okay, honey; Daddy’s here.”

She nuzzled into him, letting the pressure from his arms calm her body.

Denali thanked her teacher and carried her to the car, buckling her into her car seat and making sure her communication device was in her hands.

“So, I talked to Papa and he suggested we make some Christmas cookies? We can go to the store to get some things?”

Nova’s face lit up. Denali watched with awe how she navigated her device, quickly finding ‘cookie’ and ‘pink’.

“You want to make pink cookies?”

She nodded excitedly.

“Just like your papa,” Denali laughed.

He kissed her on the cheek and made sure she was buckled in once more before heading to the driver seat, putting on some calming Christmas music before driving off to the store.

When they arrived at the grocery store, Denali made sure her noise canceling headphones were on and then held her hand as they walked through the parking lot.

Denali tried to lead her toward the cookie dough but Nova had other ideas and tugged him toward decorating supplies.

He let her go wild with the decorating supplies, letting her throw whatever her heart desired into the basket before they made it to buy the actual cookie dough.

“Should we get sugar cookies or chocolate chip?” He asked her.

She pondered for a moment before pointing to both.

“You want both?”

She nodded excitedly.

“Okay,” Denali chuckled, “anything for you.”

Once they had checked out, Denali got them both situated in the car and drove home, glad to see Rosè’s car already in the driveway.

“Looks like Papa’s already home,” he said, getting her out of the car and letting her run inside to her Papa.

When he got inside with the bags in tow, his heart warmed at the sight of his husband and their daughter, Rosè listening intently as she told him all about what she and Denali had bought, her little fingers flying quickly over the screen.

Denali set the bags in the kitchen. “So are we ready for cookies?” He called, starting up the radio with the same sensory friendly Christmas playlist he’d played on the car.

They’d spent all evening baking and decorating and singing and dancing as a family, that by the time Denali climbed into bed beside Rosè, his heart felt like it might burst.

Rosè lifted his arm and allowed Denali to tuck himself against him.

“So, how was she when you picked her up?”

“She was good once she saw me, I could hear her talker down the hallway and she was just constantly repeating “Daddy, Papa, and home”.”

The thought made Denali sad as he knew that whenever she repeatedly touched the same buttons over and over, she was too overstimulated.

“Poor thing. She just needed her Daddy and Papa,” Rosè said, kissing the top of Denali’s head, “you’re so perfect with her, you know?”

Denali smiled to himself. “So are you.”

[rinwritesfics]

How (Not) to Heal - Part 8

Plot: After being rescued from Mount Tantiss, Crosshair has to figure out how to work with the Batch again - and their new medic. It would be fine if he didn’t start to fall in love with her.

Warnings: Crosshair is shirtless in this one (injury treatment-related)

Word Count: 1957

Author’s Note: After last week's debacle, I figured out a way around the Tumblr character limit, haha! Also, massive thanks to @fakegingerrights for reading this one over.

Previously - Start Here!

Chapter 8

The Marauder landed back in the cave it started the morning in and Crosshair was the first to get off almost immediately. He’d shoved his helmet on and pretended it wasn’t to hide his emotions. His shoulder ached but he refused to let anyone handle it. He would heal.

Dipping behind the ship and out of range of anyone’s sight, he took off the armor surrounding his left shoulder and moved it around, feeling the pain as he went. But he’d miraculously gotten it back in place earlier.

It had been drilled into them to seek medical attention after a serious injury. He knew letting it heal on its own was a terrible idea with this much pain.

That still didn’t make him want to admit he had been injured.

As an enhanced clone, he’d heal. It would be fine, he’d be fine. He could keep up with that lie.

In fact, for the next couple of hours, he did. Keeping his helmet on helped immensely, even if it got a couple of weird looks from others.

The illusion broke soon thereafter, when he went to raise the box above his head. He yelped, nearly dropping it on himself. Luckily, Hunter was there to steady the weight.

“What is it?”

“It’s nothing,” Crosshair bit out.

Hunter scowled and Crosshair scowled back, even if Hunter couldn’t see it. Before Crosshair could make another move, Hunter grabbed his uninjured arm and dragged him along back into the Marauder.

“Where’s Ka’li?” Hunter asked Echo and Tech at the ship’s main computer.

“Down in the cargo hold organizing supplies,” said Echo, looking bewildered as Hunter let go of his brother. Crosshair tore off his helmet so Hunter could see him seething.

Hunter turned back to Crosshair. “You’re going down there and getting medical attention. We don’t need you injuring yourself further.” Hunter’s voice was stern and Crosshair scowled at his brother until Crosshair began the descent into the cargo hold.

At the bottom, he clutched the injury and considered climbing back up and hiding away again, but it was too late.

“Crosshair?” Ka’li called out, then noticed him touching his shoulder. “Come here, let me look at it.”

He turned away.

“Sit. Now.”

He scowled at her. She scowled back. Finally, he walked over and sat down on a box by her.

“Shoulder. Explain.”

“It’s back in place. Nothing to explain.”

“Wrong. Just because it’s relocated doesn’t mean you can use it in the same way right away. It needs to rest and rehabilitate.”

“I told you, I’m fine!” He stood up and got in her face.

She closed her eyes and took a measured breath. When she reopened them, her gaze was steely. “Fine. If you want to permanently damage your shoulder, then who am I to stop a grown man from doing so?”

She scooped up her medkit and made for the ladder.

He sighed. “Wait.”

She stopped, but didn’t turn around.

“Yes. I know it needs to be partly immobilized.”

She didn’t move.

“I’m asking for help, here,” he said, annoyed.

“Then ask for it. I don’t appreciate you expecting me to do whatever you tell me to do. Asking for my help can go a long way.”

“Okay,” he said more calmly. “I’m asking for help.”

She turned back toward him, but didn’t look him in the eye. “Okay. I’ll check it out.”

“Ka’li.”

His voice was softer, startling her enough to look him in the eye.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too, Cross. I shouldn’t have been sharp with you.”

He chuckled drily, hoping to hide the thrill at the nickname. “No, that’s pretty much the only way they can convince me to listen.”

“You deserve better. I’m not part of your family, so I don’t need to assume I can treat you the same.” She looked away again, but he looked at her straight on.

While she thought he deserved better, he didn’t believe her. He had done bad things. Terrible, really. There wasn’t anything he deserved, in his opinion.

If his silence effected her, she didn’t show it. She just sat on his left and opened the medkit.

“Funny thing about treating your shoulder for something like this requires your shoulder to be bare.” Her tone was one of amusement.

He smirked. “Are you asking me to take off my clothes?”

She blushed. “No! Well, just your upper body glove. I need access to your bare shoulder.”

He took his shirt off and she started looking his shoulder over before handling it.

“Does it feel like it’s back in place?”

“Yeah. I have a little bit of motion.” He paused. “It really hurts.”

“I’d be surprised if it didn’t.” She looked over the swelling and the bruising. “You know I have to handle it to do this.”

He grunted in response.

“Do I have permission to proceed?”

He looked at her and cocked an eyebrow, then nodded. She touched his shoulder and elbow with both hands and started to move his arm. He bit back a yell and she stopped.

“How much pain is it? Is it moderately affecting daily activities or severely affecting you?” she asked quietly, refocused on his arm.

“It’s….” Did he tell her? He wanted to hide it, but this was his only chance. She waited patiently and he conceded. “Severe. I can’t raise it without the pain distracting me.”

She let go of his arm. “You’ve got a strain, then. Any tingling or numbness?”

He shook his head.

“Cramping?”

“Mild to none at this point.”

“Good. No nerve damage.”

“Was it an easy pop-in?”

“It was pretty quick.”

“Partial dislocation, at least some tissue damage, indicated by the bruising and swelling. I’m going to apply ointment and partly immobilize it.”

“Immobilize? No.”

“Crosshair,” she said in a dangerous tone. He scowled and she continued. “Your tissues need to heal. I understand you don’t want to do this. I understand that you feel it makes you weak. I can’t say I know exactly what you’re feeling, but please. Let me help you heal.”

He ground his teeth and looked away, pursing his lips. Finally, he agreed.

She applied the bacta, slowly and in circles, and despite the aches, the firm but gentle touches made him want to lean into her. Each touch was relaxing and he enjoyed the warmth her hands brought, both to his skin and his heart. When she got done with the application, she let him put his shirt back on and began to wrap his arm in a makeshift sling, crossing the wrap over his body a couple times, enough to give it a range of motion, but still keep it steady for at least a day. Each near miss her hands had with his chest brought him butterflies. What did she think of him each time she got this close to him? Did she want to stay this close just like he did?

He frowned at the thought. That wasn’t something he needed to worry about, especially only in his bodyglove.

She cleared her throat. “I’d like to ask you something.”

He looked at her working on his shoulder.

“I saw your face when you came back up the ladder. That pain wasn’t just in your shoulder, was it? Did one of the droids have the same sound as before we found you?”

He knew she was avoiding certain words, even with her voice hushed, to keep the torture a secret between the two of them still, but his walls still started to go back up.

“Crosshair, I just want to see if there’s anything else I can do.”

His scowl deepened and he couldn’t hold his defensive retort back. “Why, so I can be emotionally reliant on you? No, I’m not weak, I’m not one of your projects.”

She froze. “I-I’m sorry, I just -”

“Yeah, you wanted to help. I know. And I don’t care, just hurry up.” His cheeks warmed and he had to steel his gaze to hold back the stinging of tears of frustration.

She bit her lower lip. “You know, you can just tell me you hate me and I’ll stop bothering you. It’d be quicker that way.”

Hate her? Maker, no. That was the farthest from the truth she could get. He sighed, “I don’t hate you. And I… I do care that you want to help.”

“Then why are you so mean to me?”

“Because trust is hard!”

She didn’t say anything, just looked up at him with a softening gaze as the words sunk in.

“Trust is hard, Ka’li. If I give myself over to someone, if I let them in, I’m going to get hurt! I can’t let that happen. So I’ve been trying to keep you at an arm’s length.” He paused, then glanced away. “But that’s been hard, too.”

She bit her lip again, then nodded. “If you want me to not get close, I understand. You’ve had so much trauma, that I can’t even begin to expect you want someone to be an outlet. Just know I would still like to be your friend if you change your mind.”

He pursed his lips, then nodded. As she went to pack up, he caught her elbow. “I’d like to try again.”

“Okay. Well, Cross, let me know if you need anything else.” She gave him a slight smile. He nodded back.

“Ka’li?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

The blush in her cheeks did not go unnoticed by him and a surge of pride grew in his chest.

The moment was interrupted by Omega calling down that Ka’li was needed in the cockpit. The two then traded glances before climbing the ladder. Crosshair, stretching his wrapping and getting used to the limited range of motion, followed closely behind her.

“What is it, Hunter?” she asked, entering the cockpit.

“We just got word from Rex about an outer rim planet aiding in the rebellion’s cause. On the planet, one of the villages needs medical help after their recent quake, and while I’m not ordering you to go, they very much need your expertise.”

“Are we all going?”

“We’ll all land, but not all of us are needed. Some of us will get supplies that we desperately need. But someone else can go to the village with you.”

“Okay. When do we leave?”

“We can leave as soon as everyone’s ready.”

Ka’li nodded, deep in thought about the needs of the people. Crosshair watched her, also deep in thought for another reason. Just that morning, he’d insulted her for wanting to help people, insinuating it made her a savior. But she was doing this purely out of kindness.

Guilt swam in his stomach and he looked away, managing to catch the attention of Omega by accident, who cocked her head in a thoughtful, then a knowing smile. His sister was very intuitive and he couldn’t afford to slip up around her. She would start to ask questions, and he wasn’t ready for that.

He wasn’t sure if he was ready to start answering them to just himself, either. Ka’li had a good heart. He didn’t want to get in the way. He also didn’t want to be seen as a project for her, someone to be saved.

No, he decided he didn’t deserve to be saved. It hurt to think about.

Silently, he cursed himself. He had to at least be honest with himself if he couldn’t be honest with her. He didn’t want to be rejected, either. If he didn’t deserve redemption, then all he would face was rejection.

And he had enough of that in his lifetime.

Ka’li was good. But even she had her limits.

He didn’t want to find out he was one of them.

Chapter 9 Tags: @crosshairsbabygurl, @starrylothcat, @thecoffeelorian, @idoubleswearimawriter, @heylosers06, @totesnothere04, @dangraccoon, @the-hexfiles, @jediknightjana

[familyvideostevie]

Hi would you be willing to do a part two to the steve x Henderson!reader age gap fic?

i am so floored by how many of you asked for a part II for this! to the anon who gave me the nudge w this idea, i owe u my life. thank you for your patience, i hope this satisfies! also, let's pretend the plan went off without a hitch and everyone survived <3 | 2k, henderson!reader, angst to fluff, lots of cursing, i mean like, a ton

The Upside Down is just as horrifying this time as it was last night.  Your arm throbs and your hands shake from the adrenaline as you climb the bedsheet rope and flop on the mattress, Steve's hand appearing above you immediately to haul you up. You haven't talked to him very much apart from gathering supplies and a tense ride in the front of the Winnebago next to him. Every time you look at him he's already looking at you, his gaze so heavy that you feel like you're going to explode. But there's no time for that -- you have a mission to finish.

Eddie's trailer feels familiar but only barely, the vines and cloudy air coating everything with death and decay. Dustin is the last to come through the gaping hole in the ceiling and you haul him up, keeping a hand on him out of habit. You insisted on being with him and Eddie, Steve's cruel but truthful words about looking after him ringing in your ears.

"Alright, be careful, okay?" Steve's jaw is tense as he cautions the three of you. "Don't even fucking think about being heroes. Anything goes south, you're back through that gate, understand?" Quick as a flash he grabs one of your hands. "Keep each other safe." His eye bore into yours and you think you nod, a shocked jerk of your chin. And then the moment is over and he, Nancy, and Robin are heading out of the park.

"What the fuck was that?" says Dustin.

Your skin is tingling. "Language, buddy!"

"That's true love, Henderson," says Eddie. You glare at him but he's beaming at you.

You wave your arms at the deserted hell dimension around you. "Really? Right now?"

"We are going to talk about this. You and Steve? Steve?" Dustin thuds his head against his spear.

"Dustin." You want to smack him upside the head but you refrain. "He told me you said I liked him!"

"I was joking! Figures he took it seriously like a dumbass. But I never took my own flesh and blood for one! I mean, Eddie is right there!" You take a step towards Dustin like you're going to tackle him but he just makes a face back.

"S'okay, sweetheart." Eddie clutches his heart. "You and Harrington have history. I'm entertained and not at all offended."

"Can we focus, please? We need to bat-proof this trailer."

"But, are you and Steve--"

"Now, Dustin!" You snap your fingers and corral the boys back to covering the windows and any empty space you can find. Your brother grumbles but listens to you, quickly falling into the work of nail gunning metal and wood to the trailer. You plug every opening you can find, latching chain link to the porch to make a cage. And then it's time.

"Initiate phase three, initiate phase three!" Robin's voice crackles through the walkie talkie.

"Shit," Eddie mutters. "Here we go!" He heads to his bedroom to grab his guitar and you and Dustin climb to the roof of the trailer.

You grab your brother by the shoulders as he plugs in the amps. "Listen, Dustin, I --"

"Are you about to give me some dumb speech about getting out of here if shit goes bad? Because save it."

"No, listen to me --"

"No, listen to me. We're doing this together because that's how we win. We're going to save everyone, but we need everyone." You pull him to you and squeeze him, quick and fast so he doesn't have time to squirm away. It's going to be fine. You're going to win.

"Hendersons, are we ready?" Eddie takes his place on the trailer and plays and plays and plays. You watch through the binoculars for the bats, calling out timings, and before you know it you're dropping back down to the ground and locking the cage behind you and screaming at how insane that was.

"I hope that's enough," you pant. "It has to be enough." You can't think about it too hard -- how Max is going to walk back into hell, how Nancy and Robin and Steve are going to fight Vecna in the flesh. All you can do is wait.

But pretty soon the bats are slamming against the trailer and the three of you form a tight circle and hope you got every opening. They make awful, awful sounds and the stitches Nancy carefully did in your arm burn and you're so scared.

"We need to buy more time," Eddie whispers. "You two climb, I'll be right behind you." But he doesn't look at you as he says it, breaking out of your circle with eyes on the door. You surge after him and throw your shield to the floor to grab a fistful of his jacket and tug him back.

"Don't you fucking dare, Eddie Munson. Get the fuck back here!" He looks shocked at the force in your tone. "Don't you remember what Steve said? We're not doing that shit. We're not dying today. They'll be fine."

"What she said," Dustin echoes. "Don't you fucking da--"

"Language!" you shout.

"Seriously? You just said it like, a million times!" Eddie bursts into surprised laughter.

"Christ, okay, I won't do anything." You release him and Dustin presses a little closer into his side.

So you wait. And wait, and wait, and wait.

And then a heavy thud on the top of the trailer makes all three of you scream. But it's followed by another, and another, and then hundreds more, like the worst hail storm you've ever heard. It stops just as quick as it started.

"The bats," you gasp. "It has to be them."

"Does that mean that Vecna is...?" Dustin whispers. The silence is eerie and fragile.

"Let's fuckin' hope so," Eddie mumbles.

And then the ground rumbles. It starts low and deep, almost like it's your own stomach. And then the trailer starts to vibrate, then shake like it did at Skull Rock.

"They have to be coming back," you say. "I'm going to get the door. Stay in here, okay?"

"Henderson..." Eddie starts.

"No, it's fine. The bats are dead." You know it's hypocritical to charge outside when you stopped him from doing the same thing, but you're already unlocking the door and stepping into the makeshift cage. Demobat bodies litter the ground as you step out into the dusty air. The sky is fading from angry red to black and you can feel the earth move under you.

"Hey!" You look up and see Robin sprinting towards you out of the tree line, dragging Nancy by the hand. "Thank god you're not dead. We have to go, now." They look mostly fine -- Nancy has a fresh cut along her cheek and Robin's hat is missing and they're both covered in...ash? But where is he?

"Steve, come on!" Nancy hollers behind them as they reach you. "Are Dustin and Eddie inside?"

"Yeah," you say, eyes now on the figure that emerges behind them. He's dirtier than before, throwing glances over his shoulder like he expects Vecna to be on his heels. But seeing him makes your chest both loosen and tighten at once -- relief that he's alive mingled with the intense rush of how scared you were that he wasn't going to come back.

"I--" you start to say but no words come out.

"Let's hustle, guys!" Steve hollers. "Inside, go, go, go!" Robin and Nancy go in you but you stand and wait for him because you just want to touch him, to make sure this is real, that you might have won, but he doesn't even slow in his run when he gets to you. He just grabs your hand and hauls you into the trailer behind him. Eddie is already through the gate, Dustin halfway up the rope and Robin kneeling for Nancy to start up after him.

"We got him," Steve says to you. "But the whole damn place is coming down. We nearly didn't get out of the house." His hand is warm where it still clutches yours. "Nice work with the bats, by the way." He's grinning at you and you feel a little lightheaded. Is it this easy now? The bad guy is dead and all of a sudden Steve's all in for you?

The trailer shakes again as Nancy disappears through the gate and Steve pulls you into him for a few seconds while Robin clings to the bedsheets. But this time it doesn't stop and a great wet ripping sound echoes through the Upside Down.

"Shit," Robin says, hauling herself through the gate as fast as she can.

"Now you," Steve says, and you want to protest but he's shoving you forward and pressing his hands to your ass as you start to climb. Normally you'd say something but Steve is not going to get left behind, so you hustle, rolling off of the mattress as soon as you land so he's got a clear space. And then he's through, yanking the bedsheets with him, and you watch the ceiling as the dark trailer starts to shake and crumble, the jagged hole shrinking, knitting itself together and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Holy shit," Dustin says. "Holy shit." You don't scold him because you feel the same. He wraps his arms around you and jumps up and down and you laugh.

"It's over," Robin breathes. "It's over."

"You got him?" Eddie asks. Steve hauls himself up from the mattress and claps the metalhead on the shoulder.

"Set him on fire and Nance shot him in the face. We got him." Eddie whoops and pull Steve in for a hug, and just like that you're all cheering, all trading high fives and embraces and feeling so relieved you can hardly believe it.

"We have to get the others," Dustin says, rummaging for his radio as Eddie hovers over him. Robin drags Nancy to the bathroom to clean her cut, and Steve stands next to you. You act on instinct and sag into him, gentle in case his wounds are hurting, but hugging him nonetheless. His arms come around you and your breaths match.

"Okay," you say into his neck.

He doesn't move but he makes a confused sound. You can feel his heartbeat.

"We can talk about it now." Steve pulls away from you this time, his hands coming to frame your face.

"Oh, that," he says. You frown, wondering if he's changed his mind, if he's going to reject you again, if you're going to go back to being something jagged and frigid. "I'm so dumb."

"Steve--"

"Best thing I ever saw, you standing in front of the trailer surrounded by dead demobats." His eyes bore into yours like he's trying to get you to understand something. "I was so fucking scared."

"I was too," you breathe. You fist your hands in his collar, thumbs grazing the edge of the angry red line around his neck. He's older than you, sure, and he's been through this before, but all you want to do is tuck him somewhere safe where he can rest.

"And you scare me," he continues. "Because I like you so much. And I'm sorry I yelled at you before and I know it's complicated and that I'm kind of a deadbeat--"

"Steve." You press your fingertips to his mouth. You can hear Max through the radio behind you and your arm is throbbing and you feel the exhaustion setting into every bone, but you're also on top of the world. Because Steve is here in your arms. "Can you kiss me now?"

His lips are on you before you've even finished talking and it's not a very good kiss -- you both smell and your teeth clack a little with the force of it but it warms you from head to toe. Eddie's clapping in the background, Robin laughs and you feel alive because you are and maybe the rejection was worth it because here you are kissing the boy of your dreams.

"I'm pretending not to see this!" Dustin yells. "I'm really disappointed, just to be clear!"

But Steve just kisses you and kisses you and kisses you.

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[bordemm]

𝑉𝐴𝑁𝐼𝑇𝑌 (𝐷𝐴𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐼 𝑆𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑀𝑈𝑅𝐴)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴅɪʟғ! ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ ɪs 42 ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs 19), ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ? ᴍɪʟᴅ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇs(ᴀɴɢᴇʟ,ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ) ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴍᴋ ɪғ ɪ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ

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You slipped out of your car, locking it with a final beep as you made your way to the entrance of the home depot. You pulled out your phone, staring intently at the wiki how in front of you, the instruction in big, bold letters.

‘How to build your own vanity

It should be simple enough. Frankly, you weren’t in any position to buy yourself a vanity, so you settled for the next best thing, building it yourself. You gazed up at the aisle names looking for the right one. You knew how out of place you looked here. If your tiny little skirt and even smaller shirt weren’t a sign you had no idea what you were doing, the confused look on your face was more than enough to let the others around you know. You walked down the lumber aisle, dwarfing under the tall shelves as you look for a 4x4 plank of wood. What the fuck was a 4x4? You bit your lip, bending forward to get a closer look at all the names on the items on the self, trying to figure it out yourself, too stubborn and hardheaded to ask for help.

Daichi walked down the aisle, his eyes meeting your hunched-over body as your big innocent eyes scanned the shelves. You looked...confused, and well, Daichi is a nice man, and what kind of man would he be if he let a sweet little thing like you wander around this giant store confused.

“Excuse ma’am, do you need help?” he asked, making you jolt a little, gazing up at the man in front of you. He was big. His muscles were strained under the tight material of his black shirt. The veins in his arms bulging under his skin. His broad shoulders hid you from the view of anyone that would walk down this aisle.

“O-oh, I am, yes, please,” you confessed with a defeated sigh making the older man chuckled as he ran a big hand through his hair, the snow grey hair peeking out at the roots.

“Alright then, what are you trying to do?” he asked, towering behind you, looking at the same shelves with a small smile.

“I’m trying to build my own vanity,” you said, pulling out your phone showing him the website that gave you all the materials and instructions that you would need to make it. He nodded in understanding before pulling his cart towards you two putting wood in there.

As you two gathered all the materials needed to make your own vanity you made idle chit chat, you came to learn a lot about the older man, he was a single divorced father with a 16-year-old son, three years younger than you.

“Not to be rude Mister but how old are you?” you asked as you two walked side by side in the isle

“42” he said and you simply nodded slowly ignoring the way your cunt was drooling at the older man, he was sweet and so polite. He had crows feet and deep smile lines around his lips, he didn’t look 42, but you could tell he is definitely older.

Daichi saw the way you were looking at him. Saw how your mouth practically water every time he would reach up to grab something, your eyes flying down to gawk at his happy trail. He couldn’t deny you were pretty so sweet and shy listening intently to all the tips he was giving you on how you could build this little vanity and even offering to come over and build it for you, it was his ex-wife’s week to watch their daughter so he had nothing better to do than to build a pretty young girls vanity.

As you two made your way to the check out you began to bounce your foot nervously as you watched the numbers climb up, Daichi noticed your demeanor a small smile coming across his face before he turned to you.

“Hey sweetheart, I forgot something you mind running and getting the staples sweet thing?” he asked, flashing you his pearly white smile, your face grew hot at the pet names nodding shyly and running off to go get the staples. Daichi quickly scanned the rest of the items putting the card into the machine and paying for everything.

You scurried back to the older man holding out a box of… nails?

“i -i couldn’t find staples so i thought nails?” you confessed your cheeks burning up only making Daichi let out a loud belly laughing shaking his head. A big hand came down, ruffling your hair before he made his way to the exit pushing the cart in front of him.

“Hey, I have to pay for all that stuff!” you said, trailing behind Daichi looking concerned making him laugh and put you in front of the cart him pushing it behind you, your backflushed against his chest.

“Don’t worry about it sweet girl, I got it covered” he said looking around the parking lot

“Which is your car?” he asked, prompting you to point over to your little car that can barely even fit your groceries in, bold of you to assume that it would fit all these supplies.

“Little one, i hate to break it to you but that is not going to all fit in there” he says pushing the cart further down the parking lot before stopping in front of a large white f-150.

“I throw all this stuff in my truck and then just follow you back to your apartment, how does that sound?” he said, leaning back against the truck, you only nodded and began helping him throw everything in the trunk.

“Here get in the trunk I’ll pass you the stuff,” Daichi says lifting you from under the arms and putting you in the trunk, while doing so he got a peek at your pretty pink panties and the wet spot forming in them making his cock strain in his pants.

Thank you for helping me again, mister,” you said as you began to load everything into the trunk.

“Don’t mention little one,” he said, handing you the last can of paint. He held his arms out to you to help you come down which you happily accepted. He set you down on the ground where you instructed him to just follow you on your way back home.

You pulled into your apartment complex parking in your designated spot, Daichi right next to you. Shutting off your car you got out walking towards Daichi who was already heading your direction.

“Come in, sit for a second. We don’t have to get started, right away,” you said, taking Daichi’s hand and leading him up the stairs to your apartment.

He walked in, smiling a little, it was so yo. The decor, the furniture, the smell, everything screamed you.

“I can show you where I wanted to put the vanity,” you say, guiding him back to your room. Flopping down on your bed, ignoring the way your skirt rode up or the way your nipples pebbled under your shirt once you entered the cold room.

“Right there,” you said, pointing to the far wall in your room, Daichi snapping his head to look in that direction.

“Hmm i don’t know if it will fit love, it’s pretty big and that such a tight spot, it’s gonna be a squeeze” he said, his words sending heat to your cunt you cleared your throat smiling up at him pressing your thighs together.

“I’m pretty good at making things fit, nothing ever too big,” you said your voice becoming smaller and softer making Daichi bite his lip

“Yeah baby? Can you make anything fit?” he asked, taking your hand and putting it over his hard throbbing cock. Your eyes widening at the sheer girth of him before sheepishly nodding your head.

“I can make it fit daddy, promise,” you said, the name rolling off your tongue like sin. Daichi let out a groan pushing you down on the mattress crashing his lips into yours.

“Fuck your gonna make it fit aren’t you pretty girl? Because that’s what good little girls do,” he said as you nodded, bucking your hips in the air desperately.

“Yeah I’m gonna take it all!” you promised with a whine, your manicured hand gripping his shoulders as grounded his cock against your panty-clad cunt.

“Fuck baby I don’t know if i can wait. I need you now” he growled in your ear ripping your panties off a pained cry escaping your lips,

“Daddy, please please, I can take it no prep, see?” you said, scooching up the bed, opening your legs showing him your glistening cunt, a groan leaving his throat.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet, bet I could slide right in, hmm?” he asked, pulling off clothes feverishly before slotting himself between your legs bunching your skirt up around your hips. His cock rested heavy against your cunt as your lips bowed around his cock that was nestled between them, his tip bumping your clit.

“D-daddy can’t wait. Want it now” you whined, bucking your hips trying to coax his cock into your awaiting hole.

“I know I know m gonna give it to you” he said, pulling his hips back a little before popping the tip of his fat cock into your quivering hole.

“Daddy!” you squealed, feeling him stretch and open your walls up more than ever before his eyes trained on the way your cunt is sucking him in more.

“Fuck angel, you make me so fucking good, your so tight, a-are you a virgin” he asks confused on how you can be this fucking tight.

“N-no daddy! Your just too big” you whine your head rolling back as he sinks into you more and more, inch by inch until he bottoms out.

“Fuck this pussy is too fucking good, baby,” he said, pulling his hips back slamming them into you a loud, wet slap, ripping a scream from your throat. Daichi took that scream as an incentive to start moving.

His cock dragged and bumped your walls with accuracy that you think only comes with age. The way every vein in his cock was hitting every spot inside of you that made your legs shake was enough for him to drop his head down whispering filthy praises in your ear

“Fuck baby you milk my cock so well”

“You were made to take my cock weren’t you?”

“Fuck angel you’re so wet, you like this don’t you, getting off on fucking guys twice your age baby?” he questions as his cock hits the deepest parts of you. His tip is hitting your cervix so hard you’re scared he might breach and cum directly into your womb. You lock your legs around his lower back, your heels digging into him in an attempt to get him even deeper into your already battered cunt. The way your tongue lulls out of your mouth and your pretty tits bounce under your shirt have daichi’s fat heavy balls aching as the primal instinct to breed you, to mark you in the lewdest way possible, comes over him.

The feeling has him pounding into you even harder. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin and the squelching of your pussy fill the room, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment at the sound.

“D-daddy! Too deep!” you exclaim, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes as he hammers into you.

“Fuck, not deep enough baby, gotta get deeper if I’m gonna breed this little cunt” he pants breathlessly from above you. The mention of him cumming inside you has your cunt clamping down around his shaft, your walls sucking him in more in an attempt to milk him dry.

“Oh fuck, you like that baby? Like the thought of being my pretty little breeding bitch baby?” he questions, his thrusts becoming sloppy and irregular.

“Y-yes, daddy! Please please cum inside of me, please stuff me full!” you squeal as you thrash under him cumming your pussy, holding on to him with a vice grip.

Daichi bites his lip, focusing his attention on moving against the resistance of your walls. His thrusts become sloppy as he presses his hips flush against yours, his cum spurting out, painting your walls white.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whine, feeling his warm cum swirl in your womb. He chuckles, rearing his hips back again, slamming into you.

“I’m not done”

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