#but shes useless and im useless and Making Moves??? terrifying

[tarjapearce]

As My Own

Miguel O'Hara x Daughter'sRoomate!femreader .

Don't think I have forgotten about the requests 👀.

WARNING: Fluff. A tiny squeeze of angst, Rotting tooth fluff, daily snippets of life, anxious dad.

Summary: Gabi wants a mom. And who is Miguel to deny such wish?

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Sighing for the third time in a row, Miguel looked fondly at the pictures of his daughter through the years, until she grew out to be a lovely young lady, whose talents in soccer had earned her a scholarship in college.

Despite being terrified of the idea of Gabriela spreading her wings and soar into life itself, he knew the moment would come sooner or later, more like, right now. He was unpacking some boxes into the apartment Gabi would be staying, and if he was honest, the idea of her sharing a room with someone else didn't appeal that much on his trust issues.

If it wasn't for the house renovations needed to be done ASAP, he'd make sure to get Gabi a place for her own.

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Emancipation had taken a toll on him and his mind, The once girly and colorful room filled with drawings, trophies and medals with a soccer player motifs, soccer star posters, some consoles and games, was now an empty space full of memories.

When Gabi gave him the news of her moving out completely, made his heart to shrink and break, but he knew that he had to let her go. Gabriela was 19 at the time, doing good at college, had found herself a half time job and a new roommate. The last one seemed the most preoccupying thing on the list. Was it a man? Did she eat well? Did she get along with them? Probably had gotten her a couple of fights, were they older? Was his Solecito safe?

It had been three years since she left home and pursue her superior studies and a professional soccer player career.

His mind was racing with the infinite questions and his stress gnawed at his chest, his phone buzzing interrupted his accelerating thoughts. He opened the message log and sighed in relief to see Gabriela's name on the screen.

He tapped at the message and his heart nearly melted at seeing Gabi with a goofy expression on her face, her hands making a V sign as she hovered over a small table set for two.

"Dinner time with Roomie~"

The caption read. The food looked delicious and esthetically pleasing at the eye. Nearly Michelin star awarded restaurant quality.

(Name) 's food is amazing! . Btw Im free next week, so come over, I miss you Papa.

Gabi had texted him some couple of hours later. (Name) ; at least he now knew that Gabi shared space with a woman. He didn't trust college guys at all. At least, he could sleep a bit better now. However, something had caught his attention, despite Gabi's competitive traits, she rarely loosened herself around others. And the picture only proved him right.

Gabi was unabashedly goofy and silly on the picture, with a genuine smile on her face. Whoever you were, he was grateful for making his most precious treasure comfortable and safe.

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The first time you met Gabi was quite the experience, you had just returned from work to find a lot of boxes loitering the entrance and part of the living room. Books, some baskets with soccer balls and equipment, Somw clothes and more books.

The burning smell immediately alerted you as smoke begun filling in the room. Rushing you opened the window and started to dissipate the smoke away with a towel.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" The young and tall woman panicked as she came out of the bathroom, body wrapped in a towel, just like her hair. Skin still sudsy with soap.

The chaos was tamed, leaving one of your favorite collectible pots, charred and useless.

"I'm really really sorry! I'll get you a new one."

"Don't you worry. Just... be careful. Don't leave the stove on when you are away. You could've burn the place down"

Gabi nodded sheepishly and looked down, when she noticed your chef uniform, the logo of a prestigious place she could only dream to afford in a couple of months and a place where he wanted to take her Papa as a surprise, standing out in your chest.

"Im (Name), the other tenant. Nice to meet you." Your voice was firm, yet kind. The kind of kindness that could insult anyone and still sound charming.

"Gabriela O'Hara. Sorry for your pot. I'll get you a new one"

"Ah stop it. It was just a family relic passed on generation to generation that now will end up in the trash."

You couldn't help but laugh at her panicking and guilty reaction.

"I'm just messing with you, sweetie. I got Ceci on a promo back at the supermarket. Don't worry. It's just a pot. We throw at least one daily at the restaurant. What were you trying to make anyways?"

Gabi didn't know if to be shocked or be laughing at your attitude. She settled for confused.

"Cause it smelled like cheap Mac and Cheese"

Her cheeks flushed and you just chuckled knowingly.

"Freshman?" Gabi nodded and you smiled almost endearingly at her.

"Such a cutie! I remember my first semester at college. Such a mess, terrible food and a terrible roommate"

"You're graduated?"

"A long time ago, yeah, Culinary school is something else. Don't get in there if you like having perfect skin."You chuckled and rolled up your sleeve, showing a few shares of scars and burn marks.

"Anyways, let's have a couple of rules okay? If you follow them, who knows? it can take us places." You grinned.

"No boys after 10 pm on weekends, and if you do, keep it low. Thin walls. Same applies to me, but don't worry about it. Im way too tired to actually do something about bringing my libido back."

Jeesh

Gabi's cheek flushed as her stomach fluttered anxiously.

"You can use my tools for cooking with the only condition to leave them clean and back at their place. Got it?"

She nodded at every reasonable rule you gave her. You had warned her that sometimes you'd be out of town due work, and that left her on charge of the place. It was brought to her attention that despite the place being small, it was conditioned enough to make it almost fancy looking. The kitchen specially.

Of course things just grew from there. At first Gabi was shocked to find you were a couple of years younger than her Papa. And that you had been single for quite a time now. Couple of years to be exact.

But that mattered little as her growing fondness for you was borderline adorable. You had helped her through some really bad times, like getting her a part time job at your workplace after being fired from the college coffee shop, something she never had the guts to tell Miguel.

Then you of course helping her out in her cooking skills, to at least stop eating plain ramen and packaged food bags.

"You're an athlete, you must feed like one."

"But I can't... afford it-"

"Uh uh. Shh." You shook your head and taught her to buy the right sort of meals even under a tight budget. Sometimes she would even find meals prepped for her whenever she had run short on money.

You were there when she got her first college date, and also were there when the young man turned out to be a fuckboy and a prick. Wiping her tears and feeding her a freshly made creme brule. A favorite of hers. You had also Dropped her and picked her up in her soccer practices whenever time allowed you so. She seeked guidance in you

She was there for you when depression was making it's way into your head, she was also there when she helped you to recover from a hang over after another failed date, and nursed you through your terrible period cramps. Even though sometimes harmony seemed disrupted by external causes, such as stress, work and feeling particularly wistful and blue, you'd always find comfort in eachother.

You were amazed by the fact that you realized that she was like the little girl you always dreamed to have.

"How come you don't have children?" Gabi had asked carefully. Despite the trust you hsd built over the years, there was some things you still couldn't bring yourself to discuss so openly, until now.

"I..."

"Sorry if I'm overstepping"

"Nah. I think it's time I actually come clean about some stuffs."

"Are you sure?" You nodded and sighed

"I can't have them"

Surprise drawed into Gabi's eyes as she stared at you.

"Infertility?"

"Yup. But... It's fine. I've come to terms with it, so..."

You trailed and she swallowed as her hand was placed above yours.

"For all it's worth? I'm sure you could have been an amazing mother."

Could have been

" To me, you... you are."

Gabi mumbled as tears swelled up in her eyes, threatening to fall. You stared at her, heart leaping in your chest

"Like... You are like the mother I never had... My Papa is amazing, but sometimes I actually yearn for a different kind of love." She hiccuped and you frowned, holding her closer.

"Like a mom. I want... I want to go shopping and talking about boys and how stupid they are. I want... to be cheered on by someone else at my games and not only my Papa."

Your heart felt breaking bit by bit as Gabi broke before you

"Don't get me wrong, I love Papa to death but... It's hard, y'know?"

"Ah, cariño." An endearment term you had learn from her, "You are such an amazing kid. Im sure that whoever comes into your life to take that spot needs to be amazing, because you're such a special young woman. Look at you, bright future ahead, smart, so so pretty and brave"

But Gabriela didn't want a stranger as her mother figure. She wanted you.

Gabi hid her face on your chest as you held her close, consoling her as much as you could. She remained there until she looked up at you with a suspicious glare

"Maybe I can introduce you to my dad" Your cheeks flushed bright red and she gasped, a bright bulb of an idea popping in her mind, sadness remnants vanishing from her body almost instantly

"No, Gabi, cariño-"

"You can meet him this weekend!"

"That's too soon, I am not prepared! Plus I have work remember?"

"He's staying all weekend, don't worry."

You had seen her adoring Papa through pictures she had showed you. The man was attractive, and looked certainly way too out of your league but of course you never told Gabi about it. You just shrugged it off with a 'Oh, cute'. But now that her plan was on set, you couldn't say no to her.

"Besides, I think it's time for you to actually meet guys. And this time no excuses like Im busy or stuff like that."

"Okay, okay. But if things don't work out-"

"I know, I'll drop it." Gabi rolled her eyes.

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Even though the recipe for a certain disaster was cooking, you tried to be optimistic about it. A bit of positive thinking wouldn't hurt you from time to time. However, your shift turned out a bit trickier than usual, since the restaurant had been reserved for a main event for important people.

In the little chance you had, you sent Gabi a little video of how crowded it was, and apologizing cause you didn't know if you were making a double shift and wouldn't be able to meet Papa.

Gabi just sent you a picture of the both with a "Miss you! Dad just came"

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3 am. 3 am and you were finally done, no more stuck up clients pretending to love raw fish and meats, people that were just actually there for the food pictures and to be able to brag about they were there. Your feet ached, and so was your headache. The good thing was that the company allowed you to take some food home.

Keys tinkered as you grabbed them to finally turn them in the keyhole and entering home and closed the door, angry and heavy steps alerted you as the hulking figure of a man stood in the dark, as the dim lit red iris flashed at you. You had to crane your head up to meet his deep eyes.

Now you wondered where Gabi had came out so tall.

"H-Hello..." You gulped and he sighed, hard expression melting slowly.

"Sorry for... the late hour."

"No, no. Discúlpeme I mean, forgive me. Though someone had broke in, until I heard the keys a bit too late. I'm Miguel. O'Hara." He offered you his large hand that easily engulfed yours.

"Oh, so you're... Papa" you shook it gently. He was warm, and chuckled. "Im (Name). Gabi never stops talking about you." You gave him an amiable smile and put your containers on the dining table.

"Nice to meet you" you began unpacking, aligning the recipients carefully on the table.

"How's... Gabriela doing?" His deep voice snapped your focus for a moment and your eyes darted to his form. Sweatpants in grey, a white fitting shirt that snugged his form a bit too nicely for a short stare. Hair slicked back, pouty lips, thick brows and his deep... red eyes? He certainly was even more handsome in the flesh than in the pictures.

"Oh, she's amazing. Her practice in soccer has improved even more. She has a final next week."

His brow arched at how much information you knew about her.

"I apologize, she fell asleep in your room, despite me telling her that the couch would be-"

"Ah don't worry about it. My bed is big enough for two, and she isn't a kicker in her sleep. So make sure to rest properly. Oh! And welcome for the weekend. Would you like something to eat?"

Miguel shook his head and softly smiled at you. You were pretty. So so pretty that his mind was almost in shortcut when you were removing your chef robe, in the kitchen exposing a bit more of skin. Your left arm was adorned with little burn marks and cuts, you poured yourself a glass of wine when you felt his eyes on you.

"Want some?" You offered the wine and he nodded, a bit reluctant at first.

"Has Gabi acted out of place while I'm gone?" You giggled as you poured him some wine.

"If by out of place means sleeping one hour later than she is used to, yeah. She has." Your hands gave him the cup and he leaned on the table. Gabi groggily came out your room, lured away by the delicious smell of food.

"Hey" She mumbled and hugged Miguel and then hugged you, and remained with her arms around your waist. You kissed her forehead and she smiled.

Miguel entered in spectator mode.

"Hey, cupcake. Want some food?"

"Can I have it tomorrow?"

"Got you a Creme Brule." She grunted happily.

Gabi smiled and went through the bags, popping a chocolate coated strawberry on her mouth.

"Still, I'm too tired to actually eat. Got Papa and I some takeout."

"Takeout?! The good sort of thing I hope" Gabriela groaned as she made her way back to your room.

"Don't steal the fluffy sheets!"

"Yes, mom. Take a bath first, you smell like garlic." she mumbled and went to bed.

Your whole face was as red as a strawberry not because your smell, but for how she had called you, you gulped down the wine and sighed. Miguel stared at you and his chest couldn't help but constrict a little more.

" I apologize for that, Gabriela is..."

"Quite receptive to smells? Yeah."

"And she called you mom." He was more surprised about it than anything else.

"Ah hehe. Yeah, she had been calling me accidentally that a bit more often."

"Does it makes you feel uncomfortable?" He sipped his wine

"Not really. I find it cute. She eh... talked to me about growing up and how things had been for her."

"I must thank you. You have fed her, taken care of her and now even protect her."

"She's a great kid." You nodded proudly. "Couldn't find a better roomie, and a friend. You did a good job raising her, Papa."

Miguel cleared his throat and gave you a small smile.

"I hope she hasn't-"

"Relax, she's been nothing but a good kid all these years. You gotta trust her a bit more."

"It's the people around her that I don't trust"

"Ouch..."

"I mean, not that I dont... just... carajo." you giggled at his cursing as his brows knitted together

"I mean, my daughter trusts you enough to sleep in your bed, call you mom even, so... would be kinda dumb to say that you're a bad person... And I'm not making any sense right?"

You gave him a bashful smile and it was your turn to clear your throat.

"She's been busy at playing cupid. She thinks she is subtle..." You bit your lip and poured yourself a bit more of wine as Miguel rubbed his face, tiredly.

"What about, today at 7 pm?"

"At 7pm what?" He coked an eyebrow to you and Gabriela poked her head out of your room, sighing with exasperation.

"Por Dios pa, Te está invitando a salir!" (My god, Papa, she's asking you out.)

You just laughed and put the food in the fridge

"If you're up for it, that is. It's fine if you don't-"

"Make it at 8. Traffic has lowered by that hour."

"Alright." You smiled and took your chef coat with you.

"Sleep well, Papa."

He downed the remnants of his wine and smiled to himself. He had a date.

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And a second, and a third and a fourth and a fifth. You were such an enjoyable being to hang around. You shared little silly texts, learnt a bit more spanish thanks to him to slowly bring down your language barrier. Even though you understood some words here and there, you wanted to understand so you could also feel part of the secret and long conversations the two O'Haras shared when it came to you.

Miguel was the first in making a move and kissed you around the fourth date. Nervous as you were, you finally felt good enough to just allow yourself to indulge in his company and what he had to offer. Great company, laughs, delicious make out sessions you didn't thought possible at your age.

Gabi had found you both eating each other's mouth in the livingroom

"Get a room!" She'd yell as she locked herself, headphones up her ears, but a beam in her face. Her chest swelled in joy knowing her cupid stunt had paid off.

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"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, pa. Like... She's the best. She's so sweet and... makes me happy cause you are happy."

"You'd be the only child, you're aware of that right?"

Gabi nodded upon remembering your words and your condition.

"Having a little sibling at this point would be awkward anyways."

"That doesn't mean I can't try-"

"Oh my god stop..." Gabi shook her head and Miguel smirked

"Payback for not telling me you were fired." She grunted as Miguel held her tightly.

"I think it's time to try something new."

"You'll ask her to marry you?!" Gabi gasped excited with a beam on her face

"Relax, Solecito. We're still knowing each other. And we wanna make sure that things work out before thinking in something so important as that."

"If you let her go, I promise that I won't talk to you again."

"Ouch."

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Bit by bit you had small milestones in your relationship with Miguel, you visiting his home back at New York, you staying a weekend in said home, you being introduced to his friends, sharing carneada with his friends, and of course, being found by Gabriela about to have sex, none of you mentioned it during dinner.

To make things even more convenient and better, your restaurant had opened a second branch in New York. Gabi was about to graduate college and of course, you both were saddened that soon you'll part ways. The both were too enraptured enjoying your mother-daughter relationship you had created that forgot about the future.

It didn't help to her sadness when you told her about you and other crew members of your work were selected for a three months workshop in France.

Despite your own sadness, both O'Haras cheered you to go.

"Three months is gonna be torture without you, but time goes so fast. You'll be back sooner than we expect it." Gabi had spoken. And of course, after her graduation, and a kiss goodbye, you flew to France.

Communication wasn't an issue since you talked every day. And still, the gnawing feeling of not being with them made you wish time to fly. You spoke every night with Miguel, telling him how much you have missed him. Even though work had kept you both busy enough, you'd always find a way to talk or text.

And when you came back? It felt like floating in a dream.

"Mom!" Gabriela rushed to you and crushed you in her arms, sniffling and holding you tightly.

"I missed you soo much, cariño." You kissed her forehead, Miguel joined a bit later with a rose bouquet on hand. He pulled you in for a deep kiss.

"Missed you, preciosa".

What sealed the deal for him was seeing you sharing a moment with Gabi. You were brushing her hair as you caught up eith the things you learned in France and how excited you were for them both to taste them.

He asked you to move in with them. And god he loved the feeling of you being around. Gabi was happy, he was happy and you were as well.

Everything about you had captured his heart. Your personality, your way to carry on things, the subtle ways you guided Gabriela without imposing in her autonomy, How much love you seemed to have for them, the delicious feeling of your skin against his on bed.

He proposed a year after. He wouldn't let you go, no no. You were too perfect for him, and a perfect Mom for Gabriela.

[hunted-moth]

Forest Of Dreams PT6: Dear Diary

Neytiri x reader

Wordcount // 7k

Summary // Lynn documents her progress in video logs as Neytiri updates her mother on the skills she's passing on to Lynn.

Warning // talks about death, language, animal death,

A/N //Ok so this chapter is gonna be a little different just a warning, it's not gonna be drastic just a different I guess idk. So you know that scene where Jake does a video log of what he's learning that's what this is but it also sprinkles in some solely Neytiri scenes with her family

Also I’m so done writing this if it’s bad or really fast paced that’s why

Speaking Na’vi (unless were with just Neytiri)

[Y/n is talking in a video log]

«Neytiri's memory»

‘Thoughts’

*Whispering*

*Mini time skip, like a small location change

You sat down on a table with the camera, adjusting it to make your face more in frame, and flicked it on. You were so tired you half debated on just sleeping in the pod that night

[ alright, so this is… vid log 15, times 1357 hours or just 1:57 now 58,] you slouched your shoulder and dragged your hands across your face [do I have to do this like now, I'm exhausted grace,] You tried to plea with Grace [“nope, do it now when you still remember”] you turned back and continued your log of the day

[alright im in the cabin right now and the days go by in a bink]

*

[the language is a pain in the ass sometimes]

“No no it is Mikyun, MIK-YUN, try again” “Maiky-” she smacked your forehead “MIKYUN” she pointed to her ears while you rubbed your forehead “Mikjan?” she flicked your ears “Mikyuun” “Mikyun” you had finally got the word right, she nodded her head before moving onto eyes “Nari”

[some words I know by heart now, like skxawng, which means moron or idiot, get called that a lot by her]

You are in the river hopping from rock to rock “Hey Neytiri, race ya” You begin to jump from rock to rock before your foot slips on a particularly slippery rock, Neytiri just rolled her eyes while looking down at you “skxawng”

*

[Norm and Jake's attitude towards each other has gotten better though. when Norm helps me with the language, Jake joins sometimes]

You were sitting on the table while Norm was teaching you to pronounce ‘oel ngati kameie’ correctly. you knew how to say it already. It being the first phrase Neytiri drilled into you

“Ok so the hand movement is important, it's like giving a handshake to someone important” you explained to Jake “Yeah it's like I see you but not seeing physically but spiritually like I understand you” Norm elaborated on the social side of the greeting

*

[on typical days we go in the treetops and explore, My feet are getting tougher, my legs are moving faster by the day, and my body is stronger the more im here. Neytiri says ‘I have to trust my body, don't think just do’]

You and Neytiri were running along the canopy going from branch to branch, she was ahead and you had to keep up with her. She grabbed ahold of a branch and swung to another one, you slowed for a moment before leaping towards the branch and running with her again

[but sometimes I think she's trying to kill me]

As you and Neytiri were running you saw her leap off a branch deeper into the canopy of huge leaves. You saw her glide and slide to each leaf effortlessly, and eventually land gracefully. You looked down in awe at her before you realized you'd have to jump down to her as well. You debated in your mind if you really wanted to risk this but Neytiri beckoned you to come with her hand

“fuck it, you only live once” You tilted your head and looped your bow around you, backing up before running off, throwing yourself into the air. you're pretty sure all of Pandora could hear your terrified screams as you descended. You hit every leaf on your way down rather harshly. And unlike Neytiri, you somehow got caught in a few vines

You attempted to grab the leaves to slow the fall but it was useless. Neytiri was just wincing at you as you fell. She jumped back a bit when your bow landed near her before you finally came down. You landed on an oversized mushroom which, thankfully, broke your fall. You rolled off it hitting the ground hard though. You stood up looking up trying to act nonchalantly as possible as you brushed off your collected vines and picked up your bow

*

[she even showed me some na'vi costumes and such]

As you were walking on the forest floor doing some tracking when you came across a fruit. It looked like a banana, though a heavily misshapen banana. You picked it up to examine it. It looked fresh as well

“Hey Neytiri, what's this kind of fruit?” She looked up from the tracks to see you holding a utumauti, she got up and walked over to you “You found a utumauti, a canopy fruit. They are very hard to find fresh and untouched.” she took the fruit from you to expect it “it's considered lucky to find one like this” and handed the fruit back to you

“Eat it you deserve it” You nodded your head and tried to find a way to open it, “you want some Neytiri?” she shook her head “It is considered rude to take” You shrugged your shoulders before taking a bite out of the fruit “I won't find it rude if you take some” you offered a big pice to her. She reached out her hand hesitantly before finally taking it and eating it. Some of the juice squirted out of her mouth, and without thinking you went to whip it away with your thumb

She stood frozen, her cheeks darkened a little bit, she smacked your hand away and went back to the trails she “skxawng” she muttered under her breath. Only then did you realize your action and apologized

*

[I have come to realize that archery is not my forte, and I believe it's because of my posture. ]

Your archery abilities were far from desired. You had a bad stance, and you couldn't aim for shit. On your first few days, Neytiri would often smack your arms into place and pat your core to get you to strengthen it

“Txur ni’ul, stronger” She gestured to her core and breathed in deep, you readjusted your posture hoping it would be correct this time. But apparently, this was worse cause she just approached you and manually adjusted your posture, and told you to shoot before slapping your elbow back into place again.

You didn't even hit the target…

You heard laughing in the distance to see Salau coming towards you with her bow in hand “Haha Lynn your so bad” she pointed her finger at you, you looked down at her with annoyance on your face “Well if you're so good why don't you give it a try kid” you challenge and she just smirked at you, she got into position and released her arrow

It was a bullseye…damnit

She looked at you with a shit-eating grin while you scowled down at her and stuck your tongue at her. Neytiri eventually sent her away to get back to your lessons

*

[Every day, we watch the trails, look at the tracks near the watering hole, and listen carefully for any noises. Or changes in the smell of the air]

Neytiri said you two would track some nantangs. First, she had you identify what their tracks looked like. You found some trails and followed them for a long distance until you thought you had lost them.

Neytiri stopped at new tracks. She inspected the dirt, her head went in a direction before you both heard something in the distance. She went towards it as you followed her

You two crawled up a small incline to see a family a nantangs, a mother, and some pups. Now you were a little scared because the last time you had a run-in with them they tried to kill you. But the more you looked the more you cooed at the pups, you couldn't help but think of dogs when you saw them

[she talks about the energy of the forest and how it flows in the animal's spirits- “Hope the tree-hugging craps, not your final”] Jake interrupted your log with a laugh [“It isn't all about the eye-hand coronation and studying for some test”] Grace also chimed into your log [“she needs to listen to what Neytiri is teaching her”] jake gave a look and used a hand to mock grace, you just rolled your eyes

[“Try to see the forest through her eyes”] You turned around to them with an annoyed look on your face [“hey im kinda busy doing something, could you two quit it”] Jake put his hands up in mock surrender with a grin, while grace hummed and went back to her work.

*

[I managed to gather some courage to talk to Neytiri's parents. Asked if Grace, Norm, and Jake could visit the village sometime, Eytukan was hesitant, but Mo’at looked excited at the idea]

Norm walked up to Mo’at with his head down in fear and respect, he introduced himself and Jake was right behind him ready to go “I see you tsahik Mo’at, may the great mother smile down on our first meeting” Mo’at leaned over to Grace “he speaks well”

When it was Jake's turn “I See You…Tshakik Mo’At. May Mother Smile…To Us…First Meeting” it was botched, so botched you couldn't hold in your laughter, Mo’at leaned over again “Him not so much” The two older women laughed at this meeting

Sometime later you brought Grace over to the group of children you grew fond of

“Hello, children” Grace walked to a group of children, salau’s popped her head towards to voice and practically ran to Grace with the other excited children behind her. Grace kneeled down to accept them in a hug

“You all grew so big” The children all surrounded her with smiles so big it looked like their faces would split. the girls grabbed at her small braids “You all are so pretty” The girls giggled at the compliment

“You still remember your English lessons” They all nodded their heads, especially Salau. She got to practice by talking to you. She pointed to her ears and all the children said ‘ears’ in English. Then she started to count on her fingers, they all counted up to three on their fingers, but Grace continued up to four on her, she wiggled her pinky and all the kids giggled at it

In the corner of your eyes, you could see Jake looking around the village, many of the warriors eyeing him suspiciously, especially Tsu'tey. You walked towards him and threw your arm around his shoulder “Brother, your Na’vi is terrible” he scoffed and unlatched you from your grasp, but you took his arm o show him some stuff

*

[Neytiri finally takes me to hunt with her, sometimes we find animals and just admire them together]

You and Neytiri were looking at tracks again when you two came across a herd of sturmbeast. You went to draw your bow but Neytiri stopped you. “You are not ready, for now just watch” She went back to observing the animals. She looked calm and collected, she was just admiring the animals, something she always did when you would into the forest.

*

[sometimes she takes me out at night, she says it to bask in the great mother's beauty, but I think she just wants to hang out]

While exploring at night you came across some fan lizards or kenten as they called them. You saw it on a branch, Neytiri shook your shoulder encouraging you to touch it. You reached your hand out to it slowly, when you grazed it its wings shot out in a circle and floated away, you laughed and looked to Neytiri. She laughed and went to some tall grass and scared some more kenten and chased them around trying to catch them.

You looked around to see them all fly away, Neytiri acted kinda…cute in a way, she chased them around while grunting at them, you reached towards one, and another came flying towards you. You leaped for it but it was too high, both you and Neytiri couldn't stop laughing.

One flew past you both, you looked at each other, you grinned, and started to race towards it, she took after you not long after. She was catching up with you, so you ran faster, you hopped over logs and branches trying to catch the kenten.

You hopped onto a branch while Neytiri ran under it. You made your final leap to the kenten but alas it flew too high, you fell to the forest floor and landed with a thud. You open your eyes to see Neytiri looking at you. You stare at each other for a moment before you start to laugh. She was still under when you popped yourself onto your knees, she started to laugh to when she pushed you off her.

You landed in the dirt still laughing when a kenten landed near you. you were quick to grab it. It rested in your hands as you inspected it, Neytiri brushed up against you to get a better look at it, and you moved it closer to her. You two let it walk on your hands before letting it go. You two just sat in silence letting yourselves catch your breaths.

Now you were admiring eyes beauty, everything glowed, as the now familiar greens, blues, and purples glowed like stars. You didn't know it but while you were admiring the forest, someone else was admiring you, like you were stars.

*

[I even get to ride on neytiris ikran seze. That was pretty fun but also terrifying]

You once again made the trek up Home Tree to the canopy. Neytiri was dressed in raiding clothes, as you had come to learn.

“What are we doing today? You already showed me your Ikran” Once you made it to the top she turned towards you giving you a piece of meat “I am showing you how to fly, so you know what to do when you become taronyu” You nodded to show you understood

“But how will I do that” Neytiri smirked and then turned her back to you. She proceeded to make the same calls that she did when she first showed you this place. That's when you connected the dots “Oh no don't tell me-” you were caught off by an ikran flying out from the tree, the same one Neytiri rides “This is Seze, my ikran, She has seen many hunts with me” she beckoned you forward, you kept your head down as to avoid her eyes

Neytiri took your wrist and held it up to Seze's mouth “We will ride her together, but first she must be comfortable with you” You looked up and looked at her mouth and offered the meat to her. She took it happily, and when she finished it she chirped happily.

Neytiri praised the animal before giving her another piece of meat. She made the bond with her and hopped on, she held out her hand to you, and you looked at it for a moment before eventually grabbing her hand. You swung your body over seze and sat behind Neytiri. You were unsure where to put your hands but just decided to put them on her shoulders.

“Are you ready?” you made your sitting more comfortable “Yep” and with the confirmation, she took off fast, out of instinct you wrapped your arms around her waist to get a better grip, scared you'd fall off. You could faintly hear a gasp leave Neytiri's lips, out of the shock neytiri lost focus and seze reacted by declining a bit. But Neytiri quickly focused again and seze flew straight again.

After overcoming your initial panic, you looked around and noticed that you were actually up in the air. You could feel the wind blowing on your face and your hair whipping around in the breeze. You loosened your hold on Neytiri's waist to get a better look over the waterfall you flew over, as Neytiri looked over at you, she couldn't help but notice the look of amazement on your face. She gave you a grin that could’ve made your day if you saw it.

"Hold on tight," she said as she got into position. You both began to ascend at an angle, with Seze flying higher and higher until she suddenly stopped and began to fall backward, causing the three of you to plummet downwards. You let out a scream of terror and once again your hold on her waist tightened, you could hear Neytiri laughing, you wanted to yell at her but you could feel seze turn upwards

Your tight hold on her loosened a bit when she leveled out, at this point, you had an iron grip on her and seze. You heaved heavily, your heart fell to your ass and you felt dizzy “Never- never do that again” You placed a hand over your heart to calm it down. But she just laughed as you both flew.

[Thankfully Neytiri didn't try anything else, or I would’ve died on seze]

*

[well that's all that happened today, now I'm going to take my happy ass to bed, Lynn Sully signing off]

The log turned off and showed your other logs, Jake just stared at himself. He went to download the newest entry you recorded. He felt conflicted, he could see just how happy you were, how much you were learning, so to just take it and hand it over to Quaretch made him feel like he was backstabbing you, well in a way he was.

“We're buying time Jake” Trudy came over to him “If we dont give him something they’ll pull the plug on us” Jake took her words into consideration and handed her the port. Just as he did both Grace and Norm came into the cabin, talking about the samples they just took.

“Alright I'm about to head out, Do we need anything” “Yeah could you pick us some cocoa and peanut butter, Jake what does Lynn like” Jake looked up at her “Hmm, oh she likes pudding cups, any flavor…really”

////

[LOCATION- CABINS/Hometree]

“Ok so tomorrow HQ is making us do medical checkups, unfortunately, we can't get out of those,” Grace said with a hint of annoyance, it was a rare moment where all five of you sat eating dinner together “They will take all day so that means you will have to take a break from lessons with Neytiri” you paused midbite at that information “but-” “no buts, you have to, you’ll have to tell her”

*

The next morning you got up early and got into the link pod to talk to Neytiri. you woke up to see Neytiri already awake staring at you. Her eyes were wide like she just got caught doing something

“Umm morning” you waved to her while sitting up “Oh yes, good morning” she to started to get up, getting out of her snonivi, she noticed that you didn't make any attempts “Why aren't you getting up?” you scratched your head “umm well I have to go to home base for a medical check-up, it's mandatory so I can't do lessons with you. Sorry” you offered an empathic smile to her

“Oh, ok I understand” For some unknown reason she felt saddened by the thought of not spending time with you “If I have time ill try and come down, but can't make any promises” She shook her head “No, it's fine, you don't need to come”

there was an awkward silence in the air before she turned away, she could hear rustling in the air before she descended the spiral

* (Pass this point all na’vi will be typed normally)

She used to train for her tsahik duties with her mother, but your lessons had interrupted them. She entered the healing tent and sat with her mother “My child, why are you here and not training LynnSuli?” Mo’at was grinding some herbs “She is busy today and can't make it” Neytiri looked away, only looking in her mother's direction when she handed her some paste she had made earlier

Mo’at hummed at the explanation, “Well, how has the dream walker been doing?” neytiri's tail swished to the side a bit “Well, her language has gotten better, she can hold a conversation before reverting to her tongue”

« “Umm…could you please hand me the wrap, please” You Na’vi had improved immensely, you could actually talk to people without pausing every second to remember a word, “you're getting better, you dont sound like a child” You had puffed your chest out at the compliment, “Of course, it has, I have the best teacher” You winked at her before you started to eat your food »

“Hmm, I heard from Tsu'tey that her shooting was that of a child, is that still true” Mo’at had a grin on her face as she elbowed her daughter “No, her shooting has gotten better too, she actually hits the target” she chuckled a bit

« you drew the bow back, your posture almost perfect, key word almost. You had gotten better to the point that Neytiri had stopped smacking you into the correct place. As she adjusted your elbow and forearm you couldn't help but notice how close she had gotten, her face was practically next to yours before she noticed the closeness. She backed away and motioned to shoot. You shook your head with a small smile and released the arrow, this time it was really close to a bullseye. You had a big smile on your face and turned to Neytiri “Hey look, I hit the target, and so close to the center!” you went over to the target to retrieve the arrow while Neytiri shook her head in amusement. »

*

The day had passed by rather slowly for Neytiri, without your usual banter.

Currently, she was eating lunch with her family, along with Tsu'tey. “My daughter, why do you look sad” Neytiris's father, Eytukan, had asked as she didn't really engage in conversation

“Nothing Father” her mother scoffed at that “She misses her Tawtute, she was mopping around all day in the hut” Eytukan seemed interested in this information “Why do you miss this Tawtute my daughter?” she looked embarrassed at the question “I do not miss her, just…umm…board without her, her dumb antics are funny” she straightened her posture to make it look like she knew what she was saying, when in fact she was just bull shitting her response, she really did miss you

“Hmm, well if your so board without her, why dont you entertain us with stories about her little antics” her mother tried to help her daughter, “it's what I do when your father is away from me” but she also wanted to know a little about you, since you tend to avoid her out of fear “she seems to have plenty river stone beads in her hair” Neytiri seemed to think about it

« “Hey Neytiri look at this stone!” you two were by the river, and your eye happened to catch a really pretty teal stone “Yes, it is really pretty, will you do something with it?” you looked up at her with curiosity “what do you mean” she nealed down with you “you can turn these rocks into beads and craft them into something, or you can put them into your hair” she pulled a bundle of her braids “like mine, these were carved from wood”

Where her hair was braided with little beads in them, your hair on the other hand was very basic and plain at the moment, it had a few small braids done by Salau but the rest of it was loses and tied back “yeah sure can you show me how?”

You two would often come to this bed and pick out rocks you'd find cool or pretty “Back on earth we call these rocks Basalt, there are made up of plagioclase and pyroxene minerals” You went to pick up another one “and this one would be granite, its made up of quartz, potassium feldspar, and sodium feldspar” you looked to Neytiri to make sure she understood, she nodded her head so you continued, in truth she didn't understand a word you were saying but you looked happy

“Typically, these rocks have rough edges, but being near a body of water caused them to erode over time due to the constant washing. This process usually takes years, but I believe that the water in Pandora has a higher level of acidity, which accelerates the erosion.” you went on and on about the rocks and Neytiri just sat there and listened and tried to understand what you were saying. You had collected so many stones that they decorated your once bare hair »

“Lynn really likes rocks, we go by to the river and she picks up the stones and admirer them-” a loud laugh cut Neytiri “HAHA, that demon likes rocks, HAHA, of course, she likes rocks she is dumb as one-” Tsu'tey yelped when Neytiri pinched him “she is not dumb! She says back on earth she was the smartest eveng in her school, she went to a school to be knowledgeable in stones to”

she tried to defend you but Tsu'tey still insulted you “If she was so smart then why does she learn rocks” Neytiri and Tsu'tey arguing were starting to grate on Eytukans nerves “ENOUGH! Tsu'tey” Mo’at then stepped in “Lynnsuli is strange but we must value all of Eywas creations, even ones as small as rocks” Tsu’tey huffed at the notion and Neytiri wore a smirk showing she won the augment

The four of them continued their meal before they heard someone come up to them “NEYTIRI!” she looked over her shoulder to see Salau running towards them “Have you seen Lynn? I haven't seen her all day” she huffed like she just ran a lap around hone tree “She had to do Tawtute things so is not here” Salau shoulders slumped a bit “Aww, I was hopping she could play with me” Neytiri patted the ground “Well, why dont you sit with us for a bit” Salau ears perked up before sitting down

The five of them sat and talked and finished eating their lunches. They all left at one point, Salau and Tsu’tey to do lessons, Eytukan was requested, and Mo’at went back to the healing tent. Leaving only Neytiri. When she finished her food she went out to the riverbed. She was just walking when she noticed a nugget of amber, she picked it up and walked back to home tree with it

////

[LOCATION- HELLS GATE Hours before]

You were just finishing up your check-up when someone from the bridge came over to you and the doctor “Mr. Selfrige requested Lynn Sully, alone” You looked to Grace, he seemed to tack that alone because of her. She nodded to you “alright I'm almost done just give me a minute

*

You and the guy from earlier walk into the bridge to see Selfridge playing mini golf again, it seems that’s every time you see him he's playing golf, “Mr. Selfridge, Lynn Sully is here” The man presented you to him and walked back to his station. “Ms. Sully, happy to you in the flesh again” he didn't even look up to look at you “Yeah, whatcha need me for sir, if I may ask?”

He finally looked up at you “Yes,” he pointed at you “if you just wait for a minute for my other guest ill explain everything to you” he walked over to his office and you followed, once you got in there another man entered. He just happened to be Colonel Quaritch “You must be the Lynn sully I've heard so much about” he stuck out his hand for you to shake it “Oh um yeah, nice to meet you *I guess*” you shook his hand then retracted it back into your pocket.

Selfridge spoke up catching your attention “Well I'm sure you wonder why I called you in,” he took a swig of his coffee before continuing “The thing is we need you to hurry up your process of moving the natives out, so, for now, I want you to report to Quaritch-” that confused you “why do I need to report to him?” he gave a blank stare

“Before I was interrupted, I was going to say that we plan on actively making them move, by force. And your reports will be nice to have” Quaritch stepped in “Think of it as an extra motivator for you, if you don't get them out peacefully, my team will have to get them out with force”

“And what if I refuse?” you were getting pissed, your fist were balled up in anger, Selfridge answered “We’ll pull you from the program and send you back to earth” Quaritch also added to the pile of bad news “and we’ll go ahead and remove them, it can be done as soon as now” there really was nothing you could do, if you refused they go ahead with it, but if you agreed you could at least get them out naturally.

You hung your head in both shame and anger “Fine, ill do it” Selfridge perked up “Good, you already wasted two months and a half, just speed it up and you'll be fine” he dismissed you both, you looked out the many windows to see it was already nightfall, you plans of spending time with Neytiri were squashed.

*

By the time you all got back to the cabin, you wanted to sleep. But grace all made you eat dinner together again

Your mood had spilled into the room, Jake kept looking back at you and then to Grace “Hey, what's wrong with you?” Jake asked while stuffing his sandwich in his mouth “I was planning to spend time with Neytiri” Norm looked at you sympathetically “Yeah that does suck, I would kill to be learning the Omatikaya ways” Jake looked at Norm with a blank face “I dont think that's what she meant” he looked at you “what does she mean then?” Jake put his hand on your shoulder and then on his heart “She just misses her girlfriend Neytiri”

“Lay off man, I dont like Neytiri like that, besides, she promised to that guy Tsu’tey” Jake didn't buy it “Yeah, and I can breathe the air here” “fuck off jarhead” you bit into your sandwich with some aggression behind it

You got up and went to bed, just wanting this dreadful day to end

You settled into your top bunk, and you looked at the ceiling that was bare, on normal nights you could see the stars before you woke up in the link pod, but tonight you'd have to imagine the stars to go to bed. Sooner than later you felt sleep take you in its arms.

*

You were chasing someone in the beautiful forest of Pandora. You hopped over bioluminescent logs and branches. Ducked under branches. And crossed over a small river before you finally caught the mystery woman. The two of you were laughing before she escaped your grasp and ran away again.

You chased after her with the biggest smile on your face, her laughter could be heard echoing through the forest.

By the time you caught up to her again, you were at a tree, it glowed like the stars in the night. She stopped running by this time, she was standing, just admiring the tree. You came up behind her and grabbed her by her waist. She giggled and writhed and you grasp. You set her down on the ground. She turned around, and when she did you couldn't help but gasp. Cause who was this mystery woman exactly?

Nytiri

You two just stared into each other's eyes. You studied every detail on her face. Her freckles glowed against her skin, and the markings on her face framed it beautifully. Some braids fell in front of her face, you slowly went to brush them behind her ear. You went to lean in closer, her doing the same. Just as your lips were about to meet

*

You gasped awake. Your heart was racing and sweat coated your forehead. You checked the time to see it was 3 in the morning. You laid down again, instead of sleeping again, you were thinking about what your mind just conjured up. Yes, you had dreamed about girls before, but they were just girls you found cute. You never really thought of Neytiri like that, or at least that's what you thought

Yeah, there had been times you thought she was pretty, and times when you thought she was more beautiful than the moons. But you never thought you could think of her in the light.

While staring at your ceiling you fell back asleep again.

*

Hours later you woke up to both your alarm and the strike of thunder. You sighed and got down from your bunk and went to get ready for the day.

You eat breakfast and brush your teeth, by the time you were ready Norm was awake

“Hey Norm, sleep well” you waved to him as you walked over to the pod bay “Yeah it was alright, though you waking up didn't help” you paused “Oh you heard that? My bad didn't know I was that loud” you rudded your neck while looking at him “its fine, but what woke you up?”

‘crap, do I tell him? He's not Jake I'm sure he wouldn't make fun of me, but what if he tells Jake, ill never hear the end of it from him’

“Oh umm, a dream is all” You shuffled off to your link pod before he could ask any more questions

////

[LOCATION- HOME TREE]

You descended down the spiral to see Neytiri walking towards you. You waved to her while walking over to her. Your dream from last night flashed in your mind giving you pause. You quickly snapped out of it when she stopped in front of you

“Hey Neytiri, sorry I couldn't come yesterday” Neytiri had a small smile on her face and had her hands behind her back “It is fine, though it was boring without you” You cocked a smile on your face “Really, so what your saying is that you missed me” her cheeks burned at that notion “no, it's just your dumb antics are funny, and without it, it is dull”

You shook your head “Ahh, well glad to know I can be funny to you” Neytiri shifted her weight on her other leg, and you noticed she had her hand behind her back “Whatcha got there Neytiri?” her eyes widen before she hesitantly pulled her hands to her front. In her hands was a necklace

“I made this yesterday, it's made from amber I found near the river, figured you’d like it”. You took the necklace out of her hands and examined it. The necklace had teal thread. And a polished amber rod in the middle, it was beautiful. You looked at her with big eyes, and she looked back at you with expecting eyes “Neytiri-” she cut you off “If you don't like it I can just keep it” She reached for it but you held her back and held it in the air away from her

“WOAH hold your horses! I really like it, do you think you could put it on for me?” you laughed at her reaction, she was clearly nervous about you rejecting her gift. She stopped her attempts. you turned around and moved any hair out of the way. She tied a knot in the necklace and tapped your shoulder

“Too bad I don't have a mirror, But I bet I look good” You smiled down at her, and she gave you a small smile “We should go eat” She took your arm “I'm sure this body is hungry” and as if on cue, your stomach rumbled, you blushed a bit before being taken by her.

*

You two walked over to where the other people ate, your presence had become so common that the people no longer stared at you with disgust or fear, now they looked at you with indifference or just waved and smiled at you.

The two of you walked over to where you normally sat but Neytiri just kept walking, she looked back and nodded her head for you to follow her.

The more you walked the closer you got to where you'd be sitting, and wouldn't you know it, it was with her parents and Tsu’tey.

She sat down and looked at you, seeing you frozen in place. She rolled her eyes and yanked you down.

“Hello, Lynnsuil, trust that we won't bite '' her mother teased, clearing the tension “I might'' tsu'tey jokes, you giggled a little bit. You opened your wrap, it was just some vegetable that was cooked.

Her father was the next to say something “I see my daughter finally gave you that necklace to you” he eyed your neck well your new necklace to be specific. In the corner of your eye you could see Neytiri freeze, her father continued “She's been working on it for weeks now, yesterday she finished when she found the amber.” “Oh yeah, hehe, it's beautiful” You didn't know what to say really “She gets her craftiness from her mother” he smirked at Mo’at

You all sat in the circle talking and eating. Moat and Eytukan share embarrassing stories about Neytiri and Tsu’tey, both of them objecting whenever a new story was shared

“There was this one time Neytiri was running with her sister in the river, they were jumping from rock to rock, Neytiri challenged her sister to a race, and as soon as it started she slipped into the river” Both Eytukan and Mo’at laughed, Neytiri groaned and hid behind her hair. You laughed though, cause she constantly made fun of you or lecture you when you'd make mistakes.

Though one thing was clawing at the back of your mind, where was her sister? Grace mentioned that she had one but you never saw her. And she came up in storys

“Hey if you dont mind me asking, where is her sister? I haven't seen her since I got here, is she doing something outside of a home tree?” they all went silent, they stared at you, Tsu’tey stood up and stormed off. “She died at the hands of the sky people” was all Eytukan told you before he to stood up and left. Your eyes widened “Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know” Mo’at put a hand on your shoulder “It is ok child, you didn't know, her death still plagues our hearts” You looked to Neytiri, she looked upset you could tell she was resisting the urge to cry “why dont you two go start your lessons for the day?”

*

The two of you walked. The only words Neytiri had spoken was that you two would hunt.

You want to say something, but comforting wasn't your strong suit, hell the way you and Jake comforted each other after toms funeral was getting drunk.

But you decided you should at least try, she was your friend after all. You put your hand on her shoulder, preventing her from walking. “Do you, uhh, want to talk about it?” her shoulders tensed before she turned her head to you. She had a debate in her head before she quietly nodded her head. The two of you sat on an exposed root,

It was silence before she started to talk “My sister was a kind woman, wise beyond her years” She had a faint smile when remembering her sister “It was her and Tsu’tey who would've led the clan after my parents, but she was taken by the sky people, murdered where she stood in graces school, for trying to fight against the sky people poisoning our waters” you remembered the bullet holes at graces school, your heart dropped for Neytiri. You grabbed her hand and squeezed it

You looked into her eyes, with words she thanked you. You understood her grief. Only three days before you left your brother was ripped out of your life

“You know how I mentioned my brother Jake and the stupid stuff we did? Well I have another older brother, his name was Tom” you started to tell her about tom, before this you spoke of him, it hurt to much

Lhe and Jake were twins but we're nothing alike” you joked “Jake was dumb as a rock but good at anything physical while Tom was the Brains, couldn’t run for the life of him”

You could feel tears sting your eyes but you continued “After our parents died, he took me in while Jake served, when we were accepted into the avatar program we were so happy, we trained together, studied together” Your grip on her hand tightened

“but he was murdered by a thief, all he wanted was his money” by this time tears slipped through your eyes. This was the first time you cried since your brother's death, the first time you cried for him

You felt Neytiri's hand leave you and move to your back “I'm sorry for your loss” you wiped the tears from your eyes, “yeah, I'm sorry for your sister as well, she sounded brave” you looked into her eyes, they were big and looked glossed over. She stood up and grabbed her bow “we must continue our hunt”

When you got up you noticed an imprint on the soil, you crouched down to notice and yerik tracks “hey i found some tracks, they seem fresh” you looked around a bit “they seem to lead this way” you pointed with your bow

*

It was started to rain by now, making reading the trails a bit difficult but you still manage to find a yerik grazing.

You crouched low to the ground, and drew you bow. It seemed to noticed you when it hissed at you and flared its frills at you to scare you off. You drew your bow back taking aim, you let your arrow go, it hit it dead center on its torso.

As it feel to the ground you both rushed to its side, you drew your knife and crouched next to the animal howling in pain.

“I See you, Brother, and thank you.” you started the prayer before finally ending its pain “Your spirit goes with Eywa, your body stays behind to become part of the People.” you sheathed your knife and took the arrow “a clean kill” you looked to Neytiri

“you are ready”

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A/N // holy shit this took so long… but hey my summer break just started for me so I have more time to write.

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[ouroborosgirlcocks]

Work anon

You do say that I'm good but I'll never believe it because I have lots of trauma 💕

Also on a note I don't think I've brought up before. I have a coworker that I want my domme to cuck me with. She obviously has no idea and I am terrified of bringing it up BUT her and I are making plans to hang out outside of work (she got moved to a different building and we don't get to see each other anymore) and I VERY MUCH WANT TO CASUALLY MENTION SOME KINKY STUFF TO SEE HOW SHE REACTS BUT ALSO IM A USELESS LESBIAN AND WILL PROBABLY CHICKEN OUT

I’ll just have to keep telling you you’re good until it sticks then! Or I suppose I could beat it into you~

I’m rooting for you, get your domme a piece of that coworker, be a good little cuckquean! And if that works out, who knows maybe they’ll at least ‘let’ you clean up after them. Wouldn’t you just haaaaate that?~ You couldn’t Possibly be looking forward to licking them both clean after watching them have all the fun, that would just be depraved~~~

[himbos-hotline]

*drops in here*

You're into 9-1-1 too?!

(also I feel you on the memory issue my brain is currently fried)

*picks you up cuz ya shouldnt just be dropped thats MEAN! who dropped my friend?!*

I LOVE 9-1-1- !! Where dya think I got the name Evan from! I used to use Buck as a shorterning of the name Buckley for,,,,reasons. Now its Buck short for Buckshot, But evan is one of my favourite names that I use! The new series has already made me cry and we're only two episodes in. I keep seeing everyone getting really upset about coma!Buck and I dont understand it, I think it was done correctly and so personally. People really focus on love like its a one-sided romantic thing and 9-1-1 taking the twist on that to focus on the fact that Buck saved Bobby because in all honesty, Buck showed Bobby what it was like to love again and not only love himself again but to love a child who never had that father figure.

Buck figuring out to be happy. He just has to be buck. and Buck will always BE ENOUGH BECAUSE HE IS HIM! Is so fucking important. Being told something youre entire life/something that alters you entire life, like how buck was nothing but spare parts that screwed up, has so affect on a person. Buck started to believe that, the villian of his coma dream being his own anxiousness/inability to accept that he's enough and that he doesnt have to fix everything and that he didnt fail his brother or his family, he was just a child.

I have to rewatch the episode to get like a GOOD grasp on it because I spent half the time sobbing over it. But I am kinda glad we didnt get Buddie this episode. We got the fire fam mourning someone who now is such an intergral part of it, it doesn't feel whole. Sure eddie was the one who outwardly mourned the most [not counting bobby here because god I have never wanted to just cry more] Maube ill do a breakdown on the episode and see the hate fill my inbox because Im happy that they focused on fathers and on familys and on moving on.

The entire theme of closure in that episode and closure not being like a one and done thing- its omething that takes time and is gonna hurt and youre gonna feel like youre pulling teeth and its gonna feel hopeless and useless and terrified but at the same time its gonna be so rewarding at least a little bit, small things like bucks mother measuring the floor for a counch so her son is comfortable NOT so his house looks complete mean so much to people who have had parents/caregivers not care or not outwardly show them love. Chim lettign his father stay a few more days because he knows that the relationship the two of them have is shattered, he doesnt wanna pass that onto Jee. He may be her father but that doesn't mean that she has to get his rage in her bloodstream. Trauma shouldnt be passed down through generations, but it is. But its also possible to stop that cycle.

as someone whose had a relationship with his mother much like chim and his father. Seeing the "I dont forgive you but im not going to make my daughter hate you the way I do. She isn't me, I am not her." is so heartbreakingly calming. Moving on isn't always accceptance. Sometimes its just, getting used to their presence again.

[meyousing]

that...was a 4am rambling 😭 and icb i missed this part : “I heard how impolite he was to you last night. Chivalry truly is dead in today’s day and age, isn’t it?” 

HE DID NOT PULL THAT MOVE UNINTENTIONALLY!!!! WHEN HE DID THIS - | He swiveled to stand in front of you, pulling the collar forward so he could seal the four buttons and cover you up. He met your eyes and smiled, the expression so soft and genuine that it made your heart skip a beat. |

This really make me think that he's been planting this kind of innocuous seeds and comment during their relationship, and he started this from the very beginning...SICKKK (i'm making heart eyes at him)

He set the bar so high for the mc by doing all that and when he showed the other side of him...it's like the mc is now hanging from one of those high bars in parks and she can't get down, she felt like a child who felt like they were on top of the world but when they look down,, they...quite never had a "steady" ground and can't get down by themselves.

and what are the chances of him borrowing pakunoda's nen to get the information he wants from mc just by probing here and there...he might see it as a win-win situation tho,, mc can get the perfect boyfriend by him tailoring himself into the concept mc has of him and chrollo can know them better

(following this train of thought, chrollo as a salesman would be 100% terrifying, i'd definitely end up with sth that i think as useless to bring back home with just because i "heard him out")

And he killed like...at least like 3 birds with that one consistent move to ensure that even the mc doubt if they can ever get that kind of guy in their lifetime after the sudden break of their "dog-eat-dog" world

since chrollo is usually associated with the bible, and by some proxy christianity. i'd say that this reminds me of the snake in the garden who tempted eve with the forbidden fruit. though,, this feels more like hades and persephone who eat the pomegranate which caused her to be bound to the underworld and can only leave for a season because of her mother but,, there's no one in the mc's life who can extend that olive branch from the pit of underworld, chrollo acts like...hades and cerberus towards the mc at the same time

HDSHGF SORRY FOR SPAMMING AND THE WALL OF TEXT BUT THIS IS REALLY REALLY LOVELY. it's been a while since i read something with an impending sense of doom with the feeling of a wall steadily towers over the mc and mc is oblivious to the shadow of it to even start doubting everything. and your chrollo reminds me of an orchid flower, it is pretty but there is a case of it being...parasitic in nature but at the same time it can't be strictly considered parasitic - 🍄 anon (hfdfhdgfdhg im going to refer to myself with the mushroom emoji 😵‍💫)

🍄 anon is so so cute, i love it!

but i just love the way that you analyze, like i stg if i was your teacher and this was for a project youd be passin my class with an A+ every time !!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و also yes, chrollo as a businessman would not only have me buying something i dont need, but have me coming back for more.

im happy that you enjoyed it in the sense of doom aspect, i feel like chrollo really is one of the best yanderes for writing that kind of feeling or situation. such a handsome and charming man, yet the truth hides under that surface.....................so many fun routes that can be taken with it (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

honestly, his veryshort interaction with neon has been the biggest catalyst to how i write him. ill never forget watching it for the first time and being like,, awooga 👀 

thanks again for reading & enjoying 🍄 anon !!! <3<3

[hoteyelinerguy]

yall got any advice for actually finally making a move on a girl bc i desperately need it

[genshin-obsessed]

Your blog is everything I wanted and more. Im a lurker for your writings ahaha if you can guess who i am 👀

How about the guys reacting to s/o's death. Can be a group writing but if its too much, just Diluc, Childe, Razor and Kaeya would be nice. I think they would have interesting reactions >:3

First of all, Anon. I LOVE YOU. I wanted to write this out but thought it might be a bit too much but then you went and requested it!! I guess I have no choice but to write this out! >:) (That’s also why I did all the characters) second. Guess who you are o: may I get a hint? I have 2 people in my mind tho o: Warnings: Death, mentions of blood, angst. Pure angst.

Sidenote: The woman in this is my OC named Toxin! Whenever I need a really big, bad villain, she’s my go-to! That’s all!

Includes: Aether, Kaeya, Venti, Diluc, Razor, Xiao, Xingqiu, and Childe!

Scaramouche & Zhongli Here | Part 2 Here

You Die!

You ran as fast as your feet would carry you, desperate for an escape. A scream erupted from your lips as the ground shook beneath you, causing you to stumble and fall over. You had received an emergency request to help fight… someone. The request wasn’t very detailed but someone needed help and you couldn’t turn your back on them. So, you went ahead and tried to help.

You should’ve been careful. You should’ve brought help. But you didn’t and you were paying for your stupidity. The person that you were fighting was strong. She was tall, pale, and had long black hair. Her unearthly glowing green eyes were terrifying. She was fast and all of your attacks were unable to touch her.

As you ran, only one thought crossed your mind. The smiling image of your boyfriend. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you tried to run. How you wished you could be in his arms, feeling safe and sound.

As you ran out of the forest and down the field, the woman appeared in front of you, catching you in her arms and stabbing you with a poison dagger. You shrieked as your hands curled around her clothes. The sharp pain turned into a burning sensation and you looked up at her. Her face was inches away and she smirked, her eyes glowing bright by the second.

“Finally. But you’re not the only one I wanted to break.” What? What did she mean? Her head turned to the left and you followed her gaze and the second you saw what she was looking at, your heart shattered.

The woman pulled the dagger out and it seemed to vanish as she smirked at your boyfriend. The tears slid down your cheeks as you weakly reached out to him for help.

“(F/N)!” His heart stopped as he watched the woman disappear and you fall to the floor. He sprinted to you, picking you up in his arms as blood poured out of the wound. “H-hey! Hey, keep your eyes open! J-Just stay awake!” He held your head against his chest, trying to calm himself, but how could he? You were bleeding out in front of him. 

He looked down and ran his fingers along your cheek as your skin started to turn purple. The poison had taken its effect and it was moving fast. You were leaving, you would leave him just like Lumine left him. He was gonna be alone all over again.

“A-Aether… I-I l-love you.”

“I love you too! You’ll be fine, everything’s g-gonna be ok.” Who was he kidding? You weren’t going to make it. But he couldn’t admit it. Aether still had yet to find Lumine and he’d never gotten over losing her. You, you were his light. You were his guiding start. You were his moon, his everything. 

To think that he could lose you? No, no! He didn’t want it. He didn’t want a world without you. A world without you was pure torture. So why? Why was the universe so hellbent on taking things away from him? Why did it demand everything precious to him?!

Why you? 

A pained cry left his lips as your hand fell to your side and that light disappeared from your eyes. “N-no. No, no, no, no! W-wake up! Please wake up! Do-don’t leave me! Don’t you leave me too! Not like this! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!” He held your lifeless body against him, his head pressed against your chest. He couldn’t hear it… he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“No… NO!” He ran as fast as his feet could carry him and caught you before you hit the ground. The woman had disappeared but he didn’t care. You were… you were dying! How could he stop it? He wanted to stop the bleeding, he wanted to stop the way your color was changing, he wanted to stop time!

“K-Kaeya… h-how-”

“I was told to come here. A messenger came to me and said you called me and told me to come here.” He explained, taking your cold hand into his, pressing a kiss against it.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“No. Don’t apologize and don’t close your eyes. Please, just stay up a little longer.” He wanted to pick you up and run to the nearest doctor, but he knew… it wasn’t worth it. He wouldn’t make it. He’d never felt so worthless and weak. He swore to protect you and keep you safe and now that you needed him… he was useless.

“T-tired…” Slowly, your eyes closed and your hand fell limp in his. Kaeya’s eyes widened as the tears slid down his cheek.

“(f-f/n)? B-baby! No, wait! Don’t do this! Pl-please no!” He took your hand and pressed it against his cheek, but the second he loosened his grip, it fell. Kaeya shook his head, tears flooding down his cheek as a scream erupted from his mouth. “(F/N)!!!”

Slow. He was too slow. Why couldn’t he be fast enough?! That woman, he knew her. He knew her and he vowed to hunt her down and tear her to shreds. But right now…

Venti picked you up with trembling hands, letting his now bloodied hands touch your cheek. He couldn’t even talk, his voice quivered as he looked down into your eyes. No. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t going to leave him like this.

“H-hey, love. E-everything’s going to be just fine. You’re fine.” He tried to keep his smile up but it was so damn hard when he knew the truth. He couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t even lie to himself. You were slipping away and all he could do was watch. He knew he was the weakest of all archons but why? Why couldn’t he be a little bit stronger to save you.

“I-I wa-wanna sl-sleep-”

“NO!” He frowned and pressed a kiss to your lips. “No, don’t sleep. Not yet. Just stay awake a little longer and then we can both sleep together tonight.” You weakly nodded, but you couldn’t stay awake any longer. You felt like you were moving, but your body was slowly going numb, until everything disappeared. “(f/n)? (f-f/n)? H-hey! Hey this isn’t a joke! WAKE UP! WAKE UP, PLEASE, PLEASE WAKE UP!”

The second he saw the woman step away from you, a fiery phoenix flew towards her, but she’d disappeared before it could hit her. Diluc ran to you as he watched your body fall to the ground.

He fell to his knees and quickly picked you up, shaking you a little. There was something that snapped inside. He’d always kept his composure, but after seeing what had happened, his emotions burst out of him. He wasn’t in control of anything. He couldn’t control his thoughts, emotions… or your death.

“It’ll be fine! Everything’s fine!” He said, pressing his hand to the wound. You winced at the pain as your skin started to turn purple and blood spilled out of your mouth.

“I-I’m so-sorry.” He shook his head, taking your face in his hands.

“No. I’m sorry. I sh-should’ve gotten here faster.” He was still trying to convince himself you were going to be fine, but deep down, he knew the truth. He knew the ugly truth that was coming up.

“D-Diluc… y-you’re pretty.” His eyes clenched shut at your words as a tear slid down his cheek.

“Don’t leave. Th-there are so many things I-I want to do with you. Pl-please don’t leave me. Wh-what d-do I do?” You smiled weakly at him.

“Y-you b-be the Darknight H-hero…” He scoffed and looked down at you.

“Without you… I’m nothing.” You wanted to say more, you wanted to deny his words, but you were so tired. Slowly, the world faded away and you could no longer hear his cries. “No! NO! NO!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME! STOP! COME BACK! PLEASE BRING MY (F/N) BACK!”

The wolf within had appeared but he wasn’t able to catch up before the woman disappeared. He ran to you and picked you up, seeing the blood gushing out of the wound.

“N-no! (f/n)!” Tears flooded his eyes as he watched your color turn purple. That woman, she reeked of poison so she must’ve poisoned you.

“Shhh…” You muttered, holding your hand to his cheek. “D-don’t c-cry.” He didn’t know what to do. He felt so lost and helpless, but the worst part… he knew what was coming. He shook his head vehemently and tried to pick you up, but you let out a cry of pain, making him lower you back down.

“I c-can save you!”

“I-it’s ok… it’s ok, Razor. I… I’ll be ok.” He hated those words. He hated everything you were saying so much. Razor adored you, he missed you every second he couldn't be with you and normally, he’d never hate your words. But today… right now, he hated how right you were. He shook his head as the tears slid down his cheeks as he felt you slip away.

“Do-don’t do this t-to me. Not you too… they left me. Why do you want to leave me too?” You weakly tugged him down and made him kiss you, but half way through the kiss, he felt your head fall back and he knew. You were gone.

He knew that woman that had done this to you. He knew her and he was going to make sure she paid. But right now… right now you were more important. Xiao took you in his arms as tears started to fill his eyes. He’d never felt like this before and he hated feeling like this.

You made him feel so powerful, so invincible, so untouchable. But right now, he felt so vulnerable and broken. If he had been faster, if he had just gotten here faster he could’ve saved you. He could’ve been hugging you, seeing your skin bright with life, seeing your glimmering eyes, seeing that dazzling smile. But no, he was a failure.

A sob escaped his lips as he watched you starting to slip away. He pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“D-don’t do this. Pl-please don’t leave me. Y-you pro-promised you w-wouldn’t do this to me!” He looked down at you but you still had that angelic smile on your face. Why? Why would you do this?! You touched his cheek and spoke; your voice was a quiet whisper, but he heard it.

“I-I love y-you, Xiao…” He shook his head and glared at the sky before shutting his eyes. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want to see this happening to you.

“I love you too. S-so much.” He felt your body go limp and another sob escaped his lips. “Y-you pr-promised you’d c-come back to me.” He raised your face closer to him and pressed a kiss against your lips. “P-please come back to me. I-I can’t live without you… I do-don’t want to.”

He sprinted down the hill towards where you lay, gathering you in his arms when he was at the bottom. He didn’t know what to do, there was so much blood, so much poison, and no hope. He fell beside you and pressed his hands onto the wound as blood gushed out.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, it’s ok, it’s ok, everything’s just fine!” You winced in pain in your torso, but it didn’t last very long. It only took a minute before you lost feeling in your legs and arms.

“Xingqiu… i-it hurts.”

“I know, I know and I’m so sorry! If I was faster, I could’ve helped you. It’ll be ok, I promise, my love. I won’t stop until you’re taken care of.” Why didn’t he believe his own words? Maybe it was the fading light in your eyes, maybe it was the color draining from your face, maybe it was the sheer amount of blood that poured from the wound… but Xingqiu didn’t have a single ounce of hope. Why? Why was the world doing this to him? Why was it punishing you like this? Did he do something? Did he commit a sin that was so unforgivable that the universe or the gods would punish someone as sweet and amazing as you?

He wanted to cry, but he bit his lip to hold the tears back. His eyes were glossy and his vision was blurry, but he refused to cry. He wasn’t going to show you the fleeting hope in him. He wasn’t going to show you that he was  a liar.

“Xingqiu… w-will y-you g-give me one l-last kiss?” His head snapped to you and he shook his head.

“It won’t be our last kiss! We’ll have more chances. We’ll have so many more chances.” He did kiss you however. It was short and sweet, as he returned to applying pressure onto the wound. His eyes flickered to you for a second before his entire body tensed. You were staring at the sky… with dull, lifeless eyes. “(f-f/n)? H-hey… hey wake up.” He gently shook your shoulders. “Hey, stop. Th-this isn’t funny! I know you like playing tricks on me but this isn’t funny! St-stop!!” Finally, he broke. He laid his head on your chest as his tears started to flow. 

“NO!” Oh, he knew that woman well. He’d worked with her once. She was, indeed, powerful. She was a killing machine and there was a time where he was impressed by her. But right now he felt nothing but pure hatred for her. But that had to wait, because you… you were dying.

Childe pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest and kissing your head. He was trembling and his emotions were a mess. Tears trailed down his cheeks as he looked down at you. The wound oozed with red and purple, so he knew you’d been poisoned.

“H-hey, darling. You ok? Everything’s just gonna be ok, you hear me?” You gave him a weak nod as you looked down at the wound. However, he took your face and made you look up at him. “No, no. Just look at me. Nothing but me.”

“I-I won’t… I’m tired.”

“HEY! Don’t you dare close those beautiful eyes on me! Everything’s going to be fine! Everything… everything is fine. Do you hear me? Don’t you dare even think about leaving me. Don’t you… don’t do it. Please, god I’m begging you (f/n)! Don’t leave me all alone in this world!”

“I-I ca-can’t stay…”

“Yes, y-yes you can! You can’t leave me, please d-don’t.. I-I don’t know what to do! What am I supposed to do?! Just go on, pretending everything’s ok?! JUST PRETEND LIKE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE DIDN’T LEAVE ME?!”

“Shh… d-don’t get so angry.”

“I-” He sighed, taking in a shaky breath, “I love you so much i-it’s hard to breathe without you. Do-don’t take away m-my reason for li-living.” You didn’t answer. You only weakly smiled before your eyes closed and your head fell back. Childe’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “N-no. No- HEY! No, no, no! Please no!” He held you against his chest as he let out a scream. What else could he do besides cry.

Your boyfriend stood up, holding you tightly in his arms. There was only one thought in his mind as he glared in the direction the woman had gone. 

There was nothing left for him. So he wouldn’t stop; he would relentlessly hunt that woman down and tear her apart completely. That way, she could feel an ounce of his pain.

[jangofctts]

Anything at All (boba fett x fem!reader) (part one) (part two) 

Rated: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: smut, even mORE thrONE fucking, oral sex (f receiving), boba’s a biter, unprotected sex (dont be silly, wrap thAT wiLLY), vaginal fingering, explicit language, boba is a grouchy dom kwjhgjh       

a/n: anyway I think yall forget im a writer and not just a Certified Clown, but anywAy here we be. HAPPY NEW YEARS ya FILTHY anIMALS im so thankful for all yall and im glad I can provide you with some entertainment kaejhejhr

  You haven’t seen Boba Fett in days. 

Called away on business you’ll never be included in or know the fine details about. It’s not kept away from you because he doesn’t trust you, or thinks you’re a mindless idiot—no—he’d rather keep his princess occupied with prettier things. No need to concern yourself with the the underbelly of what he now rules. 

You’re not upset about it—you’re not really a fan of watching petty squabbles that’ll result in someone’s chest being imploded by a blaster. You’ve seen enough of it in the cantina, and while you were never the one tasked with clearing the bodies out—it was still mildly traumatizing. Eh—no need to dwell. 

You’ve got other shit to do anyway. 

There’s a seemingly endless zigzag of secret hallways and dusty rooms within the palace, teeming with strange knickknacks and ancient artifacts that are more than likely cursed. Definitely haunted—but it doesn’t stop you from exploring or sorting through the useless junk. Besides—Fennec stayed behind, acting as your glorified babysitter for the past few cycles—ensuring your safety from both whoever dared step foot into the palace and the ghosts. What a lovely woman. 

Speaking of which—you hear her sigh and shuffle, shifting her weight onto her other foot as she leans back against a dusty crate. She picks at the dirt beneath her fingernails, lazily glancing up every now and then to check that you haven’t eviscerated yourself on a piece of scrap metal or something. Lucky for her, all you found today was an abandoned crate of old datapacs shoved in the back corner from what you assumed to be some sort of office. Yesterday you found a sword that was promptly confiscated.  

“I’d be careful snooping around in those,��� Fennec warns as your fingers find the on switch. “You never know what sorta data the Hutts were keeping here.”

You shrug and wave away her concern, reading over the information that flickers across the screen. “I think I’ll be ok…See?” You pointedly wave the datapac in her direction. “This one is about the finances. Spooky.”    

Fennec rolls her eyes followed by an amused smirk that ghosts over her lips. You toss it aside and root around some more, pulling out another datapac. The blue hologram flickers to life and as you decipher the little lines of text your face falls. Each line is a name, previous and recently bought or traded people that crossed the threshold of the palace. Fennec was right. This isn’t fun anymore.    

“These are…slaves.” Your lips curls in disgust. “How is this still not outlawed? It’s barbaric.”      

“You’re not from Tatooine, are you?” Fennec asks as she meanders over and wrestles the datapac out of your hands. She switches it off and tosses it back into the dusty crate. You huff and cross your arms over your chest.  

“No,” you agree. “Im from Arkanis. But even there we don’t have slaves.” 

Fennec squats beside you, her elbows resting over her bent knees. She playfully taps your shoulder with the back of her hand and quirks a brow. “What’d I tell you—snooping doesn’t do anyone any good.”

You roll your eyes and shrug, a frown still etched on your lips. Fennec sighs, rubs her chin and then reaches out to push a stray hair behind your ear. A flush blooms up your cheeks at the gentle touch. 

“You have a sensitive soul, Kitten,” she chuckles, poking at your cheek that you’re certain she can feel the heat emirate from. “You said you were from Arkanis—tell me about it. Why come to Tatooine?”

Your lips quirk in a tiny smile as you bat away her pointer finger, saving your cheek from another poke. “Hey—not everyone likes rain ok?” You huff. “Besides, Tatooine wasn’t supposed to be permanent.”

She nods. Unsure what exactly to tell her--a silence ensues. It’s not terribly awkward but it’s enough that makes you jumpy and itching to move on from this room now stained with information you weren’t prepared on finding. You stand suddenly, brush yourself off and mutter under your breath about finding something less…heartbreaking. 

Fennec jumps up as well and when you leave the room her hand clamps over your shoulder. She spins you around and levels her gaze onto you. “You’re free to leave whenever you like. You know that right?”

Your brows furrow. “I know—don’t worry, I want to stay.”

Her head bobs with a satisfied nod. “We’d miss you if you left. You’re nice to have around.”

You blush again and mumble out a thank you, shooting off into another unexplored location to escape Fennec’s knowing smirk. Maker—you’re embarrassing.  

                               -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Boba returns later that afternoon—the shadow of his familiar figure stretches around the curved stairway, the purposeful stomps of his boots against the carved steps following with it. Your heart flutters within your chest, like a distressed creature with wings as you jump from your makeshift seat.

You come face to face with Boba. Or, helmet rather—whatever. 

The smell of hot metal and dry air sticks to him as he paces closer, closing the small gap that separates him from you. You’re frozen beneath the heavy weight of his stare behind the void like black of his visor as he plants himself firmly before you, close enough that his cuirass could brush your chest if he puffed out his own chest.   

“Hi…” You smile, a fragile vale of uncertainty blanketing the pair of you—still attempting to feel out his mood, sort through the general gruffness of his personality and gage wether or not you could reach out and touch him. The helmet is a tricky thing to read and his body language gives nothing away. You swallow your nerves take a leaping risk.   

“Let me see your face.” You murmur. You move your hands up to the edges of his helmet at a snail’s pace, giving him ample time to slip through your fingers—wedge a sharp thorn between whatever it is that you’ve built and name it for what it is.

He doesn’t choose that option. 

With a low hum, Boba dips his helmet closer to your outstretched fingertips instead. The metal is cool under your palms as they fold over the sides of the helmet and pull up. The metal whispers against his skin like wind through tall grass as the point of his chin peeks out, followed by his lips, his nose, and finally those golden brown eyes. They glitter with amusement as you release a shaky breath, the helmet the only thing acting as a barrier as you clutch it near your sternum. His mouth quirks when you blush and glance away—focusing on the little silvery nicks the green paint refused to cover. You rub your thumb over the blaster pockmark that dents the metal—you frown. You hope that wasn’t recent. 

Boba gently pries the helmet out of your hands and sets it onto the armrest of his throne. He purrs your name and pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb, leading your attention back to him. Your eyes flit up his scars—your breath catching in your throat as he smiles.

“Hello, princess,” he says—the grit and timbre of this new nickname jumpstarting your heart to skip and choke on its own tireless beat.

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth and shake your head. “Boba, I’m not—“

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence—

Boba spreads his fingers over your jaw, tilts your head and swoops down to meet your lips in a dizzying kiss. Hard, hungry, victorious, breathless—like he’s spent years fighting and only now takes a moment to slow down—drown in the softness of your lips and skin. His hands claw at your arms, your clothes, your hair—like you’re the spoils of battle and he fears losing you to the shadows of his past and some hidden horror that nips at his heels. He kisses like a man terrified that this will be brief, intangible and something that’ll abandon him.

He trails after your lips when you break away—your lungs heaving for precious air. He doesn’t let you go far, ensuring your positioning by tangling his fist into your hair at the nape of your neck and scraping his lips up your cheek, enticing you into another kiss. You tilt you chin to meet him with equal fervor, whining as his warm tongue curls sweetly into your mouth. His existence fills your veins with liquid silver—evokes the bloom of crackling star fire beneath the cavity of your ribcage. Every thought starts with him and ends with your heart aching to burst into a million tiny shards.   

The next time you part,  Boba is the first one to pull away. He cups your cheeks between his weathered hands and plants a tender kiss just below your hairline. You swear you can feel the skin buzz from the touch—like every atom in your being was solely created for him to command and conquer. You sigh and lean into his palm. 

“I missed you.” You admit with a small smile. 

Boba leans closer and presses another kiss to your forehead. “And I you, little one.”

“I got worried, y’know,” you continue, your fingers tapping a trail up the front of his chest plate. You trace the repainted insignia with your fingernail and flash him a coy smirk. “You never called—thought maybe you found a new pretty thing.”

He grunts, shakes his head and sweeps a rogue strand of hair behind your ear. “Hilarious—my hands are full enough with you hounding me every five minutes.”

You puff out your bottom lip and feign offense, mumbling some lame whine like a petulant brat. Boba snorts and crowds closer. He presses his gloved thumb between your furrowed brows, smoothing out the wrinkles and then cups your cheeks between both palms. You freeze as he carefully knocks the crown of his forehead onto yours—it’s sweet.

An excited smile splits when he moves his head to your right, the syllables of each word rolling off his tongue sweeter than spiced honey. “I’ll make it up to you, pretty thing,” he whispers by your ear, his warm breath disturbing the fine hairs there. “How does that sound, hm?”

That’s not even a question you would ever dream of denying—you quickly nod. “I’d like that.” 

Boba drops his hands from your face and peels himself away. His eyes trickle down your figure—calculative and analytic—planning out each move to pick apart the entirety of your being. “Take everything off.”

You comply without a second thought—slipping free from the breezy cotton and scratchy poncho you stole from a storage room. The fabric pools at your feet in an unceremonious pile—leaving you bare for him. Despite the sickening dry heat that pollutes the air and causes beads of sweat to gather at your hairline—goosebumps rush up your arms under Boba’s piercing stare. 

Boba’s eyes flicker to the throne. A feral grin tugs at his lips. “Sit.”

This time you hesitate. Did he…? No—you must’ve heard wrong— 

He quirks a brow and gestures to the throne. “Well? Are you going to listen?”

Your tongue slides over your chapped lips. “O-ok..I just—never mind…”

Scrounging up some courage, you gingerly seat yourself onto Boba Fett’s throne. Chills race along the entirety of your body as the freezing metal seeps into your warm flesh. You squirm and beat away the urge to wrap your arms around yourself—he wouldn’t like that—probably would take it as some sort of insult anyway—

All your current discomforts melt away in a fraction of a breath as Boba Fett lowers himself to one knee, and then the other. A king kneeling before his very own throne for someone like you. Someone who’ll be lost to the pages of history and the endless swirl of galaxies and supernovas—you’re nobody to the world, but to him you’re everything. You inhale a shaky breath as a strange stroke of pride alights through your body as he peels off his gloves and maneuvers himself flush against the edge of the throne and between your thighs.    

Boba bows forward and slips his calloused hands around your ribcage to tug you closer. His lips land over your collar bone, slides his tongue over the protrusion then sinks his teeth into you there. You gasp as he slides lower, leading a trail of bruises and teeth marks in his wake. Boba moves his palms, up and in to grab at your breasts, the flats of his fingertips rolling over your nipples. A whimper escapes past your lips as he catches the pebbled bud between his lips, the hard enamel of his teeth scraping over it—meant to tease. Your nails dig into the fabric bunched around his neck as he moves on to suck your other nipple, the cooling saliva sending a chill down your spine as it dries.

You squirm, unable close your legs or to relieve some of that burning tension collecting in your core. You’re already wet—worked up and impatient. You roll your head back onto your shoulders and bite your lip. If you complain and tell him to hurry up you’re scared he’ll leave you like this—deny you that pleasure you’ve been craving for days.  

It feels like ages before he moves on from your breasts, now smattered with bruises and his saliva, and carves out a blinding path down your sternum, your belly, then your navel with his tongue. Boba circles your bellybutton—you force down the ticklish nerves and stay still for him. 

You don't mean to jump as his rough hands drop over your knees. You barely get out the first syllable of an apology when his hands slip up your bare thighs, curl around the swell of your ass and yank. You squeak as the edge of the throne bites into your tailbone, the majority of your lower half forced to lean on Boba’s shoulders and his greedy hands. He kisses the inside of your knee—you jolt with an airy gasp. 

Boba picks up his head and smirks. “Look at me when I taste you, little one.”

Mouth suddenly drier than dust, you nod dumbly. 

He hums, satisfied with your weak response and continues on.  

Boba’s bare fingers trace minuscule patterns into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, coaxing out a shiver. They sweep up towards the apex of your thighs, settling close enough to reach your aching center. You know he’s there—it’s impossible to ignore him—but you curse anyway when you feel his thumbs softly part the lips of your soaking cunt. They steadily work up and down, smearing your wetness around but never enough to give you any friction. You bite back a groan as your hips unconsciously twitch. 

“Patience, princess,” he rumbles, shifting his weight to better reach your cunt. “Maker—you’re dripping already.”   

There's a moment just before Boba commits, his face hovering close enough that you can feel his sticky, hot breath, anticipation gripping your chest. And then he licks a broad stripe from the base of your pussy all the way up to your swollen clit. 

His mouth Is searing, his tongue like liquid velvet as you shudder and grab at his head. He grunts against you as you drag him closer—greedy for everything he deems you worthy of. Boba’s mouth pinpoints around your clit, sucking and tracing circles over the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes flutter—it’s a struggle not to shut them completely. He asked you to watch after all�� 

He then trails lower, sucks on your labia, and makes his way down to your entrance. The wet heat of his tongue circles your entrance, skips over it completely to lick at the wetness dripping lower that threatens to pool onto the throne or the floor. He opens his mouth wide and hums in appreciation, devouring your pussy like he’s been denied this his entire life. 

“Fuck—Boba,” you cry, canting your hips into his mouth. 

It's perfect. So fucking good. 

The tips of his thick fingers, two of them, press at your entrance, teasing the fluttering ring of soft muscle before sinking in. The two digits slip in with ease—all the way up to the second knuckle and when he draws them back, they're slick with your wetness, glinting in the low light. With a smirk, Boba thrusts them back in, then out—setting a steady pace that he refuses to stray from. It leaves you just hovering along the sharp edge of oblivion, the catch of his knuckles and calloused skin along your walls pure torture. Stars—he’s going to be the death of you—

Your hips arch into him, trying to urge him to go faster. Instead, he slowly retracts his fingers and removes his mouth. You gasp in frustration as your cunt clenches around thin air. It almost hurts. 

“I told you to be patient,” Boba chuckles, massaging a warm palm along the outside of your thigh. “You’re behaving like a brat.” 

“I’m—I—I’m sorry—“ You wheeze, trying to rope in some self control that fled a long time ago. Your wits are scrapped thin as you throw your hand against the back of the throne. You don’t care that he’s rendered you to a begging mess, your words slurred and hardly understandable. You're so close to diving off the edge—so near to those plush lips and weathered hands that’ll surely become your salvation. "Please! P-please—I need..." 

You're babbling as he drags his fingertips over your thigh, skims over your cunt, and traces a pattern into your opposite thigh. "Boba. Fuck. I pro-promise to be better—I can do it. Please—“

He complies.

Two fingers are thrust up into your dripping cunt, curving so deliciously into something that feels like unrefined plasma bolts. His mouth dips down and sucks on your clit and with a few more curls and thrusts of his fingers inside of your clenching walls, your body seizes up tight. 

You're flying off you’re high, faster than a fucking speeder with tampered gears. You cum onto his tongue with a strangled cry of his name, sparks of blurry white lining the edges of your vision as your back arches. Boba keeps licking you through your orgasm, even as you buck and squirm in his iron hold. Stars implode behind your eyelids as heat, hotter than wildfire and jetfuel spreads from your center all the way up your stomach and down to your toes. You're shaking, lucid enough to hear Boba, and feel the vibration of his groan, as he licks up the flood of your wetness over his tongue. 

Your brain swims in hazy bliss and fuzzy pleasure as you float back to reality. He's still curling his fingers into your pussy and it hurts. You're too sensitive. Your nerves are rubbed raw and you're still throbbing—but you're too fucked out and still riding the waves of your orgasm to push him away. He takes this opportunity to tilt his fingers into your cunt faster, suckle and lave his tongue over your clit that burns from overstimulation—somehow you're back at the very edge again.

It's sharper than a blade against flesh. Your thighs quiver around him as he twists his fingers inside you and bumps agains that tiny, little patch of nerves that wrenches a cry from you. Your orgasm floods through you veins, bursting and rupturing every cell in your being. This one is blistering—charrs all the way to the fucking bone. Your core pulses around Boba’s fingers, fucking you through it until those burning waves of release eventually cease into a dull throb. You whimper and push at his forehead because he's still licking at your cunt. You panic a bit—fucking hell, he’s gonna make you cry—but he pulls away, his mouth and chin wet with your slick. 

Boba leaves absolutely no time to completely float down from your high—you squeak as his hands shoot up to grab at your hips, wrenching you off the throne and all but throwing you onto the same floor he kneels on. You flash him a dopey grin, letting your legs fall open for his enjoyment—

“Such a filthy princess,” he chuckles, extending a hand to cover your knee, bending it further out to expose more of your flushed cunt. “You taste sweeter than star cherries.”

You preen at his compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

It earns you an amused huff. Boba scrapes the hand resting on your knee to the apex of your legs, thumb and forefinger gently parting your delicate, slick folds. You bite back a keening whine, utterly exposed to him as he slips the hood back from the throbbing knot of nerves at the top of your slit. Too raw. Your pussy clenches involuntarily, causing everything from your toes to your hips stiffen. Boba hums in delight at his handiwork. 

“Stars, Boba—please…” You beg, voice breathy and soft like whips of spider silk. Boba makes a sound that oozes with smug pleasure, teasing your sore clit with unadulterated glee. “Please,” you hear yourself whimper over your pounding pulse, shifting in his grasp and praying he’ll put an end to this sickly sweet torture.

“Pretty little thing, begging for my cock…” He rasps, darkly threaded sin and the husky scrape of the gray sea licking up jagged, black rock. You’re certain he could talk you into unraveling at the seams, untouched and putty in his hands for him to mold and shape. Boba’s other hand sweeps up your sternum, his fingertips dancing along the mythosaur pendant coiled around your neck. He then curls his thick fingers around the base of your throat and ever so lightly squeezes. “Poor baby—all worked up after a few days…I’ll fix that for you.” 

Before you can fully process, he grabs the swell of your hip and flips you onto your belly. The air from your lungs is knocked out of your chest, the abrasive sandstone bitting into the points of your elbows and patches of your skin and no doubt leaving behind irritated scrapes. You hear the shuffle of fabric and then Boba suddenly seizes your hips and arches them into his crotch, grinding the deliciously hard length of his cock through your wet folds. Throbbing and just as desperate as you are, Boba refrains from flinging you into another bout of teasing. He slicks himself up with your arousal and drags the tip of himself to your clenching center and sinks that first, glorious inch inside of you. 

With a low groan, Boba pushes in deeper, watching your tight hold flutter and accommodate his thick length. It’s the same as before during that night in the cantina—dreadfully full and all but bursting at the seems. The gentle rocks of his hips and gravelly praise eventually allow him to finally bottom out, his sharp hipbones resting against the swell of your ass as you shudder and groan. Fuck—

You can feel him in your fucking guts. 

Boba grants you a brief moment to settle and then—it’s catastrophic. 

Your jaw drops in a silent scream when he pulls back, all the way to the tip and slams back into your tight heat. Boba’s hand tangles into your hair at the nape of your neck and and pulls, forcing your back into a sharp arch. The action leaves more of you open, somehow pressing in even further. He hits so deeply within you—stars it feels like he’s splitting you open and laying you bare. 

His dark chuckle resonates above you—a bit breathy as he tames his own frazzled nerves. “Shit—that feels good. Doesn’t it, princess?”

Your incoherent babble makes him laugh as he gives your hair a playful tug, all the while he never stops thrusting in and out of you. You wiggle your hips, the slight shift makes it ache, and the sharp downward thrusts put delirious pressure on that patch of nerves that renders you dizzy. Every muscle in your body feels like it’s a tightly spooled cable, fraying and an inch away from snapping. Your gasping breaths pitch into airy squeaks as the fist twisted in your hair tightens, tugging your head back just a bit more.

Boba lurches foreword, the nip of beskar a frigid shock to the bare skin of your back when he lays over you, his elbows caging you in close. His head drops onto your shoulder blade, pressing sloppy kisses over the arch of your throat and slope of your shoulder—without warning he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck. Maker save you—

The feral drag of Boba’s teeth digging into your sensitive flesh skin makes you squeeze around his cock—Boba answers with a soft growl that vibrates against the skin of your shoulder. Somehow he fucks into you harder, his pace becoming brutal. Your nails scrabble against the floor, searching for some sort of anchor as you wail under him.

It’s too much—fuck, you’re gonna implode. Pinned between the rough sandstone and the hand in in your hair, mixed with the sharp pain of his teeth marring your skin—you loose it. Sensing your peaking orgasm, Boba’s fingers wedge between your legs to toy with your clit. He rubs quick circles with two fingers as he purrs words of filth into your ear—how good his pretty thing is for him, how well you came for him, how tight you are. 

“There you go, little one,” Boba says, his words like a tendril of dark smoke. “Cum for your king.”   

His efforts are quickly rewarded as you shudder and lock up harder than durasteel beneath him. A blinding surge of vicious heat, knocks you clean off your feet and steals away all the air left in your lungs as your nails dig into the sandstone—trembling and grappling blindly for a foothold in your own head. The cold chest plate is a much needed anchor for the overwhelming intensity that threatens to drown you and bury you six fix under.   

He bites down again when he cums, his hips digging into you with short, rough jabs. “Fuck—you take me so well.” You squirm, feeling his cock throb and spill into you, making the mess between your legs smear over your thighs. His thrusts stutter to a stop as he sighs deeply and pulls out, a mixture of his cum and your arousal spilling onto the floor. Boba huffs above you, drags a finger through your swollen folds and pushes it back inside of you. “Good girl.”

You shiver—reduced to a useless puddle with no intent from moving off the floor as Boba’s weight moves away. You could sleep here—that’s something completely plausible you think. Nice, warm dirt—

Boba purrs your name—the sound piquing your interest enough that you overcome the heaviness that’s settled in your body and move your head. He’s returned to his throne, cheeks a bit flushed and his chest rising and falling to recover precious air. You watch as Boba peels off his cuirass with practiced ease, and lays it with care onto the floor. He murmurs your name a second time and pats his lap, coaxing you off the floor. 

You happily slither onto his thighs, exhausted and all too eager to be swept up into the warmth of his arms. He grunts as you tuck your head under his chin and cuddle into his chest, relishing the rough scrape of his palms folding over your shoulder and the outside of your thigh. His soft breaths tickle the top of your head paired with the quiet, but steady rhythm of his heart beating beneath your fingertips and ear pressed onto his sternum. Your eyes flutter shut and though a hushed silence falls over the room, there’s nothing to be said. 

Boba tucks his nose into your hair and you smile, the slow speak of your heart unraveling into a lush garden of something new and brittle—like flakes of frost in the early morning sun. He’s more bruise than bleed nowadays—a wound closed then reopened and he promises nothing of a future beyond what you have in these moments. And yet—

You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

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[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

New Life Pt.7

Word Count: 2,165

Characters: Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Zach Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Grayson Gilbert (brief), OC Characters, Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, near-death, possible slight cliffhanger

A/N: jesus fuck im letting my life go to hell when im not writing im watching shameless i’ve lost all of my friends this isn’t a cry for help :)

A/N 2: I think i’m gonna open requests again i need more inspo

Masterlist    Series Masterlist

“What the hell are you doing here?” you aimed your gun at him, moving backward.

“Put that down, (Y/N). Do you even know how to use it?” Jay scoffed, walking around you while you continued pointing your gun at him.

“Why are you here?” you asked again.

“A lot of reasons. You already look like you’re handling a lot, so I think it’s best for both of us if I leave for a little? Put this little plan on pause?” 

You could feel your heart rate quickening as he continued to walk to you, before stopping in front of you.

“I'm gonna kill you,” you spat.

“Get your revenge on me, but make sure it’s a fair battle. As you can clearly see, I’m unarmed.”

“You have powers. You’re not human.”

“Then I won’t use them. Do you want to have this fight with me when one of your friends is on the brink of death?”

Derek came back to your mind as you lowered your gun.

“That’s what I thought. Here,” he tossed you your phone as you tensed up.

“You-”

“Yeah, I don’t need it anymore. I’ll see you in a bit,” he winked at you before walking away.

Your entire body was shaking as you stood outside the Salvatore House, breathing in shaky breaths before you shook your head, entering the house.

Be calm

“Where’s Derek?” you asked.

“In his room,” Stefan replied.

Zach and him were walking around, while you saw Zach carrying weapons.

You sighed, making your way up the stairs to Derek’s room. Laura sat with him, holding his hand while he laid unconscious on the bed. He had an EKG next to him. You could see the burns on his body as you tensed, slowly walking to Laura. She wiped her tears, before looking up at you.

“Damon did…” her voice broke as she stopped herself.

You wrapped your arms around her tightly, while she hugged you back.

“Why isn't he healing?” you asked softly.

“Fire, Silver, and Wolfsbane are our weaknesses. If he wakes up, he can heal. But I don’t know if he’s gonna wake up.”

“We need to take him to the hospital,” you replied.

“No, they’re going to have questions about it, and then if he wakes up and heals-”

“I know a doctor that works at the hospital. He knows about the supernatural, he and his wife are members of the supernatural council. Derek’s innocent, they won’t hurt him,” Laura’s face was filled with worry.

“We can’t do much here. You can only heal him so much without losing your alpha status,” she nodded her head, agreeing before walking to Zach and Stefan.

Tears rushed to your eyes in an instant as you looked down at Derek’s body, stroking his cheek. There was a look of discomfort on his face.

“You need to wake up, you idiot,” you held back your cries as you pressed a small kiss to his forehead.

“Please wake up.”

---

“Thank you for helping us, Doctor Grayson,” he smiled, before walking away from you.

“You’re quiet,” Zach stood next to you as you shook your head.

“Have you heard anything from Stefan?” you asked.

Zach shook his head, before putting his hand on your shoulder.

“What's going on?” he frowned.

You could feel your heart rate increasing as sniffled softly.

“Can we talk about this later?” 

His face softened as he nodded.

“I’m gonna go check on Derek.” you nodded before he walked away.

You heard your phone ringing, as you frowned.

“Stefan, what is it?”

“I need you back here. For whatever reason, Damon’s going after you to get back at me and Zach. Derek’s already hurt, he’s gonna get you too,” you could hear the pain in his voice as you softened.

“What’s the problem then?” you asked.

“You need to be under lockdown. It’s too risky for you to be at the hospital right now.”

“I can’t just leave. Derek’s…”

“We can’t do anything about him right now. The best you can do is stay hidden.”

You felt your eyes water slightly. You were useless, there was nothing you could do to help anyone. You were weak, the only thing you could do was hide.

“(Y/N), please come back,” Stefan begged.

“Okay,” your voice was barely above a whisper.

You ended the call, before walking to Zach. Your chest was aching, you felt like your heart was about to jump out of your body.

“Stefan wants me to come home. He thinks it’ll be safer,” you said softly.

Zach and Laura nodded, before you gave them a quick hug.

You pressed a small kiss to Derek's head, before walking away.

“Excuse me,” you jumped, seeing Damon behind you.

“Hey,” you grabbed your gun, aiming it at him.

“If you shoot me, your little friend is gonna die. You won’t be able to save him,” Damon taunted.

“What do you mean?” you frowned slightly.

“The one who’s out of your league. He’s more on the annoying side. Come with me and I’ll let him go, deal?” you quickly nodded, tossing your gun aside before taking off with Damon.

---

“Why are you doing this?” the two of you stood on top of a building, while he held onto your arm tightly.

“It isn't fair that I had to suffer because of Stefan and now I’m the bad guy,” Damon shrugged.

“Isn’t fair? You set Derek on fire,” you yelled.

“Who’s fault is it for having a box of lighters in the basement? You should've seen the look on his face. He was terrified,” you heard Damon laughing as you dug your nails into your palm.

“Stefan's the villain in your story, but to everyone else, he’s the hero. He’s done more good than you’ll ever do. Deep down you’re jealous of him. Stefan has people in his life who care about him and you have no one!” Damon put his hand around your neck, lifting you off the floor.

You took it to your advantage, kicking his stomach as he doubled over, stumbling back a few steps.

He ran back to you, grabbing your arm before you twisted his arm backward, pulling it until you heard the noise of something snapping. He yelled out in pain before he pulled you, pushing you to the floor.

“You’re really gonna die now,” you were slightly out of breath before pushing yourself up.

Damon used his speed, pushing you down once again before coming on top of you. You tried to push him off before he held you down with his other arm. It must have healed already. You felt him press down on your chest, instantly feeling burning. You gasped for air, feeling immense pain. His hand entered your chest slowly as you cried out in pain, trying to push him away.

“Stefan got everything. He left me,” you could see Damon's eyes water as your face softened.

He wasn't the bad guy, he was jealous of Stefan and he was lonely.

“If you kill me then you lose Stefan forever. Is that what you really want?” your voice was strained as he pressed into your chest. You could feel your blood dripping down his fingers.

“Shut up,” you could see his eyes darken, veins surrounding them. 

“Stefan will hate you. Forever. That’s not what you want,” you said.

He put his hand around your throat, pulling you up as you struggled for your breath. You felt a sharp pain in your leg, feeling it hit the cement with intense pressure.

He pushed you down, your back hitting the edge of the roof as your head dangled from it.

“You don’t know anything. You stupid, useless kid. If Stefan cared about you, he would be here,” Damon spat.

“If you believe that then kill me,” he continued to press on your throat, your vision fading in and out as you felt the air leaving your body.

He let go of your throat, while you took a big breath in, before he pushed you down, feeling your head hit the ground as you fell unconscious.

---

You blinked your eyes, feeling your head aching as you winced, rubbing it. You looked at your hands, seeing the blood from your head as you sighed, standing up slowly, using the ledge of the building for support.

Damon was nowhere to be found, you knew your words meant something to him. He was gone. You looked at your phone screen, seeing messages and calls from Stefan, Zach, and Laura.

You called Zach, as he picked up on the first ring.

“Where are you? Are you okay? We've been trying to call you for so long!” you heard Zach yell.

“Is that (Y/N)?” you heard Stefan’s voice in the background.

“I’m okay. Damon's gone,” you said.

“What do you mean gone? What happened?” Zach asked.

“I’ll tell you in a bit. I’m coming home now,” you started.

“We’re at the hospital. Derek woke up,” you let out a shaky breath, feeling relief in your chest.

“God. Okay, I’m on my way. Don’t leave,” you hung up the phone, feeling your leg aching as you tried to walk.

Son of a bitch

You limped slowly, making your way down the stairs of the building.

---

You entered the waiting room, walking to the desk before hearing Stefan’s voice. Zach and Stefan ran to you, all worried as they examined your wounds. They could see the blood on your shirt, your wound dripping slightly.

“What the hell happened? You’re limping,” Zach pointed out.

“It’s okay. It doesn't hurt that much,” you shook your head.

“God, I’m so sorry,” Stefan said softly, wrapping his arms around you.

“It’s not your fault,” you replied.

“What are these marks?” Zach examined the wounds on your neck from Damon strangling you.

“I’ll tell you later. You said Derek’s awake, right?” you asked.

Stefan nodded, before putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Take some of my blood,” he said.

“Not right now,” you said.

“(Y/N)-”

“I want to see Derek,” you stopped him.

Zach sighed, before nodding his head.

“We need to talk about a lot of things when we get home, okay?” you nodded, before Stefan held your arm, walking you to the room.

“Stefan, what did you do to Damon?” you asked softly.

You saw his face drop before he looked down.

“When I turned into a vampire, I forced him to feed. I didn’t want to be alone.”

“Well, he’s alone right now. That’s why he tried to kill me. He misses you, whether he wants to admit it or not.”

He frowned, before looking down at you.

“Since when are you so sentimental?”

Since my ex is back in town probably to murder me

“Shut up,” you pushed him slightly, before groaning as he pulled on your arm.

“Well, I’ll leave you two alone. Laura’s getting Derek something to eat, she’ll be back in a bit,” you nodded, entering Derek’s room.

He was awake, a wide grin on his face.

“Hi,” he said.

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“You look like such a dork,” you said.

“And you look worse than me. And I’m the one in the hospital bed,” you walked over to him, seeing he was healed up.

“Why are you still in bed if you’re healed?” you asked.

“Well, Doctor Grayson said that even though I’m healed, he wanted me to spend the night so no one else gets suspicious. How do they all know about the supernatural?” 

“Well, Mystic Falls was basically built from witches and vampires. If there was a vampire in town, then they’d be on edge. But, a family from the council, the Lockwoods, are werewolves. They think when and if a war comes, wolves will side with them against vampires.”

“That’s bullshit,” Derek scoffed.

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” you laughed.

You stroked Derek’s cheek, while he closed his eyes, leaning into your hand.

“I’m glad you’re not dead,” you said softly.

“Yeah, right back at you,” he smiled softly.

You punched his arm, while he groaned.

“What the hell?” he exclaimed.

“Now that Damon’s gone… what the hell are you thinking going out with Emily? Dean and her were together, Dean is like your only friend here!” you hissed.

“He said he was cool with it! Emily asked me out, okay?!”

“That’s messed up, dude,” you shook your head.

“Oh, shut up,” he rolled his eyes.

You felt yourself at peace, keeping your mind on your friends. 

“Well, I’m not going home until you are, so I’m crashing on the chair,” you motioned to the chair next to his bed.

“Going to sleep? You’re boring,” Derek teased.

“Yeah, whatever. See you in the morning, loser,” you laid back in the chair, kicking your feet up to his bed as he scoffed, before laying back on the bed:

“See you in the morning, (Y/N/N),” you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before letting yourself fall asleep.

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[pirate-kwazii]

Watching Ring Of Fire now so here’s more of my thoughts

Is that a fence in the water

Is everyone groaning about the sea urchin and crab or yawning? I can’t tell

Okay I’ve had the Vegimals song stuck in my head for awhile now

Kwazii’s alarm clock shoots tennis balls at him- same

And Dashi starts the day with yoga

Tweaks fell asleep playing video games mood

Shellington what the fUCK

Tf is that- is that lava?!?

Oh ring of fire like the volcanoes- I feel stupid now

They’re doing their role call out of order

What the fuck Kwazii why did you eat 17 kelp cakes

Is the only thing you eat is seaweed

VIDEO TRAINING VIDEO TRAINING

*terrible accordion playing* *everyone winces*

How many cousins do you have peso?!?!

Kwazii: I’m going out and FAST!!!!

Captain: *eyebrow raise*

Kwazii: I mean I’m checking the engine

MORE GUPS?!?!

“Don’t push the Z button” Kwazii is definitely going to press it I bet all 3 of my dollars

Wait why did Peso and Barnacles need a Gup if they were taking the octopod?!

How much time does Tweak have to keep making all these gups?!

Aw Kwazii loves that Gup so much

WHAT IS BARNACLES WEARING WHAT THE HELL NO

Kwazii’s copying it omg-

Shellington and Dashi are such nerd friends it’s actually adorable

Tremors those are probably important

Ring-shape? Like the ring of fire-

Oh no comms are down

A TSUNAMI?!?!

Mateys you should’ve stayed at the Octopod

Kwazii saved Tweak’s life and now it’s flooding

Why don’t they know about the Ring of Fire if they LIVE in the ocean

Oh no the comms are down they can’t reach them!!!!

Damn at least no one is alone...

Of course the Chinstrap Penguins live on a volcano

Well at least Shellington and Dashi are alright and above water so there’s a lower chance of drowning

“How does he know I’m an octonaut?” Maybe it’s because you’re wearing the octonauts colors and the logo all over it

Wow itd be faster to push the stupid thing

Last time you guys followed the screaming sound there was a tsunami

Well at least you found the whales you wanted to find

“I’ve always wanted to see a whale but not like this!” I’d sure hope so Shellington

Of course the volcano erupts

Tweak Kwazii are ya okay?!

THEY DONT HAVE AIR TANKS ON THEM OH NO

TWEAK!!!

Now is not the time to copy Barnacles- holy shit it worked

She just noticed that?!

Shit you guys are stuck

Kwazii beggars can’t be choosers

Why is that the only way to get across Tweak

No Tweak pay attention

ITS ON FIRE

I really hope you guys can hold your breath

She’s pulling a Ladybug and the things she looks at glow now

Improvised fire extinguisher

WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE ARENT YOU UNDERWATER

Eww they landed in seaweed and a banana peel

Why does everyone end in the garbage disposal- sorry compost

Oh he almost fell in-

*opens door and floods room* Guess we’re swimming after all

Tunip leave him it’s natural selection

Grouber just sits and eats during a panic- same

“Lesson Nine- dealing with disasters” what

Why is the background of those videos so bad

I mean it’s rad but also bad

Tunip: *hands the Vegimals a bunch of shovels* good luck

Mateys how did that dirt pile work-

*quickly unplants all the seaweed*

*vacuums the animals*

LEAVE THE SEAWEED YOU HAVE ENOUGH

“You gotta save us!” Why didn’t you get their attention sooner?

Why do none of them notice the volcanoes that they live on/near

We’ve seen the rafts it won’t work

How the hell did you think of that

Is that even possible

They only leave Inkling in charge when legit no one else is there

Kwazii and Tweak: *mimic pirates, rabbits and Barnacles*

Peso and Barnacles: *mimic penguins*

How was the lava that aLMOST COOKED YOUR EGGS NOT A WARNING SIGN

Wow Inkling is not good at this I see why he’s never in charge

Even Kwazii and the Vegimals have managed the octopod better than that

Why is there is Disco Ball

Why does it always switch to the training videos

“Dashi’s so good at this” yeah it’s almost like it’s her JOB

There was a BUTTON FOR THAT EXACT REASON AND YOU DIDNT THINK TO PRESS IT FIRST?!?!?!

Took you long enough jeez

What is they fall off of the “slide”

“Mothers and babies first” anyone else can perish

Well that egg is dead

Oh never mind he got it

WHY DIDNT YOU TWO GET ON THE SIDE TOO TWEAK WOULD UNDERSTAND

I mean she and Kwazii are trying not to be set on fire so I’m sure she’d get it

“I just hope everyone else is okay” well shellington and Dashi are stuck on a volcano that’s exploding trying to get a beached whale out on a very slow Gup, the Vegimals are trying to evacuate the garden, and Tweak and Kwazii are trying to get out of the burning and flooding repair area so no I don’t think anyone else is okay

“This isn’t working” no really Dashi

Oh the crabs know Kwazii that explains so much

Another Training Video?!

The crew all look so nervous when they appear in a training videos

Oh now Dashi and Shellington are mimicking Tweak

Poor Shellington he’s clumsy

“I have to say I.. really like that plan” yea cuz it’s the one that doesn’t involve you burning in the lava

Shellingtons getting a workout in oof

He’s about to fall into the lava

Now the crabs about to fall into the water

Oh god he’s screwed

Crab jump on the whale- now he’s flying

Shellington get out of the lava!!!

Alright some people are safe

Oh never mind the other volcanoes are erupting too

That water level is dangerously high are they gonna be okay

Kwazii don’t phrase it like that it sounds like you’ll die

KWAZII!!!!!

Oh god oh no his tail

Mimicking Barnacles saved the day

TWEAK!!! KWAZII!!!

Oh they are alright thank god

They’re gonna be traumatized from this- *angst time*

“And how will we get up there” Kwazii making good points again

Kwazii with a grappling hook is a terrifying idea please get one

And now they find out the comms are down

Kwazii trying to be helpful

WHY DOES SHE HAVE AN EMERGENCY CARROT STASH

KWAZII GOT ONE TOO

Another video but this ones useless-

TWEAK YOU TURNED OFF THE POWER

They sounded the octo alert together!!!

Babies

EVERYONES OKAY!!!!

OF COURSE THERES ANOTHER ONE

Kwazii and Tweak: ya we’re good

Also them: *trying to not to drown or burn*

They are all gonna connect to each other like Voltron aren’t they

KWAZII DID PRESS IT IM NOT LOSING MY $3 TODAY!!!

Tweak: I got a plan

*crashes through the hatch*

Kwazii: *excited cat sounds*

Yeah they’re going together naturally

“Mega Gup Z” epic naming skills Tweak

“Seat swap” “wait a minute- WHOA”

“It’s completely covered in sea creatures” there’s no way you get all of them

Oh good some are swimming away

“Sit tight” they can’t really do anything else Captain

Do we know where they go after being S U C C E D into the mega Gup z?

And now rocks are everywhere

Kwazii’s excited cat noises are giving me life

Couldn’t the crabs walk away?

Oh no they’re getting stuck in the volcano-

Oh they’re good thank Neptune

Dashi: yea it’s bout to erupt we gotta go

Peso: I saw something inside there we gotta go look

Does Peso want them to die

Of course the animals sound snobby

“Why ever would we do that” CUZ ITS ERUPTING i swear all the creatures have the IQ of a walnut

“I didn’t even make a button for it” bruh

Yeah just like Voltron

Kwazii: *even more excited cat noises cuz he gets to destroy things*

Why do you all name the moves with the word “mantis” in front of them?

They all share one braincell and Barnacles and Peso have it 90% of the time

Tweak gets the other 10%

Everyone else runs on pure chaotic energy

“Tweak Status Report!” Tweak: WE ARE FUCKED

Let Tweak say “Fuck” 2k21

Kwazii: *e x c i t e d c a t n o i s e s*

*throws sea creatures at whale*

*blows up into five gups in massive explosion in front of erupting volcano*

Is all that sea urchin thinks about is food

“You know what I’d like? Dinner” “you know what pal, that sounds great”

“Have the eruptions stopped” “yea but that’s not what I called about”

Is Inkling trying to be more than that guy who sits in his library all day?

Yea it’s not hatching because of the bandage all around it

Please say the egg doesn’t die

Oh it’s alive good

Octonauts: remember that island that got destroyed by a volcano? Would you like to live on an island that volcano created?

Penguins: not really

Octonauts: too bad

Vegitoa? Wow

ITS THAT STUPID SONG AGAIN LAST TIME IT WAS IT MY HEAD FOR TWO WEEKS

“It still felt like we were working as a team” maybe cuz you were all copying each other the whole time

“You really, really need to update those training videos” yeah fair enough

Of course the Vegimals still remember the dance

I see what the hype was about that was a fantastic movie mateys... though everyone’s probably gonna have some problems after that

[confused-stars]

Kurogiri’s Nanny Service - Part One: Takami

(based on an idea @bnhastanning had but i can’t find the post rip) “You’re raising a brat of your own, right?”

Kurogiri doesn’t bother looking up at the words, though they’re clearly addressed at him. The bar is empty this early in the evening, the usual patrons only start trickling in after ten.

“Tomura Shigaraki is not mine,” he says, then pauses. A brat of his own? That implies... now he does look up and, sure enough, there’s a small child half-hiding behind one of Takami’s wings, golden eyes peeking out at him. The boy looks to be a little older than Tomura, maybe, but Kurogiri doesn’t believe he’s much bigger. Very skinny though. In a way that... would be worrying, had he room for unnecessary emotions.

Takami follows Kurogiri’s line of sight and jerks his wing away, exposing the boy, and causing him to let out an alarmed little trilling noise. Like a bird. Kurogiri has heard Takami make noises like that before, but only when he’s really drunk, or dazed from blood loss when he drags himself to the bar after a fight.

“I know. Spitting image of me, he is.” There’s an edge to Takami’s smirk, but that’s always been there. Villains, Kurogiri supposes, probably don’t make the softest parents.

“And you brought him here for what reason?” Kurogiri asks calmly, even as he’s already moving to reach into the mini-fridge underneath the bar where he keeps  Tomura’s juice boxes specifically. The little bird looks not just shy, but terrified, and Kurogiri never likes that look on his- on Tomura. So, juice boxes.

Takami stretches, arms above his head, wings to the sides, and knocks over a chair in the process. Kurogiri sighs.

“Got a job that’ll take me outta town for a couple days. Need someone to watch ‘im while I’m gone. Brat can’t be trusted on his own.”

Of course not. The boy is tiny, and Kurogiri cannot emphasize this enough. Does this happen if a child is severely malnourished? He needs to consult his books.

“What about his mother?” Kurogiri asks despite himself. Normally with children like this, it would be the father who doesn’t stick around, wouldn’t it?

Takami scoffs. “She’s fuckin’ useless. Forgot to feed ‘im for three days last time I left. Came home to a trash dump of an apartment and a half-starved baby bird.”

Kurogiri finally retrieves a juice box and creates a portal to offer it to the kid without moving from his position behind the bar. The boy’s wings curl tighter around himself, but his father nudges him. “Go on. This guy’s never tried to poison anyone before. That I know of.”

Takami’s terrible with children, Kurogiri decides. But the boy takes the juice box, at least.

"What gave you the idea that I would be willing to do this for you?" he asks neutrally. It probably wouldn't be too much of a hassle, truth to be told, and Takami would be a useful ally to have. He's unaware of Kurogiri and Tomura's connection to All for One, a secret they've been keeping for the sake of convenience, if nothing else. It will be revealed when the time is right.

The kid stabs the straw through the little hole at the top of the juice box and starts drinking, his little wings losing some of their tension. It's... cute. In a much similar way to Tomura perched atop the bar and dangling his legs. Kurogiri has to actively chase the thought away, as Takami approaches the bar, folding his wings against his back. He smacks a handful of coins onto the counter, and Kurogiri wishes he had the capability to emote properly. As it is, he turns and fetches the cheap liquor that the winged thief enjoys so much.

"This bar's a good place," Takami says, gesturing around them. "No unnecessary questions, decent drink, and I've picked up a job or two from the other lowlifes that hang out around here." He grins, and one of his teeth is jagged like a piece broke off at some point and was never fixed. It gives him an almost feral look. Like he has fangs. But feral is probably an apt word for Takami, of all people. Kurogiri has had the dubious pleasure of coming into contact with one of his kills, still warm and fresh. It wasn't exactly a clean scene.

Takami takes the glass Kurogiri puts down for him, and he swirls his drink around in it. "Pretty sure I've got you pegged right." Kurogiri highly doubts that. "You're a straightforward guy. You like your shit clean and efficient. You do honest business. If you agree to watch my brat, I know you'd do it well." Takami takes a sip, and sighs happily, stretching out once more, boney shoulders cracking. Everything about him is skin and bone. Maybe the child isn't skinny at all, and it's just a side effect of his inherited quirk.

"None of that answers my question," Kurogiri reminds, tone mild and polite.

Takami laughs. He beckons the boy over, who approaches with a still guarded expression, still clutching his juice box tight. "Kids need friends their age, right? It's good for them. Makes 'em develop social skills." He eyes Kurogiri, yellow eyes calculating. The kid's own eyes are a little darker, closer to gold. Less raptorial.

"I know you don't need money. Pretty sure the bar's not the main business here. Don't care what it is." Takami shrugs. "But you need a runner, I'm your man. You need something nicked, you want information, you wanna intimidate the tough ones? I'm your man. Might not kill for you for a few days of babysitting, but that's negotiable."

Ah, favors. Of course it comes down to that. Kurogiri glances towards the black screen on the wall. It can't give him guidance right now. This is his decision. Kurogiri... does not make decisions that are important. He follows orders. Creating a connection with Takami... that is something he wants his master's input in. As it is, he takes a long time to answer. Long enough for the boy to put the empty juice box on the counter. Kurogiri gives him a piece of chocolate before he's even aware he's doing it. He sighs internally. "Tomura Shigaraki!" he calls towards the back, knowing the boy will hear him - if he's not wearing headphones, at least, "I have someone for you to meet."

Takami grins in victory, and Kurogiri swipes the coins paid off the counter with a roll of eyes he's not sure he possesses.

[step-on-me-khun]

"I'm not feeling well right now and I'm scared to go on a full conversation with someone about my feelings because I feel like I might make a mistake and they'll begin thinking poorly of me further. I'm scared of talking to my mother because she might be furious when she hears about it and I'm sort of terrified of my mother in a way."

Hi it's me one of your mutuals, I'm still stunned that you're following me back and if it would be alright could I request a comfort fic with Bam? ^^

Accidental vent, no need to read this. Feel free to use what I mention above also something to add in the story and you see, I've missed out sending a project and had missing assignments plus sent something super late right on date with the teachers' deadlines for grading. So now I'm really thinking that I'm gonna fail and I'm so scared that I will, but I'm struggling to cry, I wanna cry, feel my chest become heavy but it's hard. It's as if I'm empty, some tears are finally spilling out right now but it feels so,, i don't know weird. I want a release but my body refuses,, I don't know if you understand what I'm trying to say right now bur yeah. Im so sorry,

I’m here for you if you want to talk. 

I hope this makes you feel a bit better. 

SFW/NSFW

No Warning

Word Count: 952

Your depression would come to you like a wave. A small wave of sadness would make you sad but would only last for a small amount of time. A big wave of sadness would hit you like a tsunami, you're head and body feeling like they were drowning from the level of despair you were feeling. It was always either one or the other.

Everyone around you had heap loads of talent and were able to hold a conversation without it looking forced. Even with Bam's kind and caring personality, he was sometimes difficult to talk to. It wasn't because of how friendly he was. It was just how you were.

The others were formidable, while you felt like you were just useless and weak. Like you were the one holding everyone back. You felt like you were nothing but a failure.

You were lying on your side on your bed, looking at the door as the time passed by slowly.

The sounds of chattering could be heard. They were all kind of close, so it was to be expected. Everyone would be better off without you in the group, in the way and probably messing everything off.

No one needed to know if you left you weren't important to them. At least, that's what you felt.

Bam's smiles at you felt fake, even if they were genuine.

"I wonder what's taking (Y/N) so long," Endorsi's voice says.

A bit weird for anyone to take notice now.

There were footsteps you knew someone was coming to get you. Sometimes everything made you depressed. Other times nothing made you depressed. But both of them would cause tears every time you felt the need to release your emotions.

Why would nothing get to you and make you cry so much? Because it was how you thought of yourself.

"Is everything okay (Y/N)?" Bam's voice says. A stream of tears lightly falling from your eyes. You tried not to sob. You were desperate for him not to hear the sound of you crying. "We're all worried about you."

Of course, they were. Not like it mattered.

There was no sound from you. You knew he would stay beside your door for a while, listening in for any indication that you were okay and that he didn't need to worry. But he was worried because it was so quiet. There was no reason for you to be still asleep, it was nearly midday, and you had spent the entire day in your room.

There was a sigh coming from outside your room. "I'm coming in,"

"No, don't," you protested, curling yourself into a ball on your bed.

He walks in and sees you on your bed, the sound of soft sobs coming from you as you lay there. Why did he have to be so damn persistent?

The bed shifts a little as Bam's weight presses onto it.

"Why have you been hiding here all day?"

You don't answer again. Your sobs were more than enough.

"Do you need someone to talk to?"

"No", you answer quickly, his eyes widening at your response.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"No," that response was softer than the last one.

You wanted him there, but you also didn't. It was like a tug of war battle was going on inside your head.

"Okay, then," Bam says, lying down beside you on your bed.

He catches a glimpse of your red face. Your sobs were obvious now that he was closer to you.

"Why are you so upset?" Bam asks softly, his hand stroking your arm.

You say nothing, continuing to sob profusely.

"Please let me in. Tell me what's making you so sad. I care about you."

His hand moves away from your arm. His arms wrap around you, bringing you closer to him.

"You don't have to answer me straight away. I don't want to make you feel like I'm putting pressure on you."

"Do you think I'm a disappointment?" You ask softly.

"No, you're not a disappointment."

"How do you know that? How do you know what everyone thinks of me?"

It was breaking his heart to see you like this. It made him sad.

"I've never heard anyone say anything bad about you. When people do say something about you, it's always because you've been helpful and kind to them."

That whole sentence felt like it was a lie.

You sigh, moving your arms away from your face a little to see his face. There was no indication that he was lying. Bam was being genuine with you.

"I don't know if I can believe that." You say, tugging a little at his top.

"You don't have to," Bam says, his fingers brushing your hair softly. "I think you're amazing as you are. You don't need to prove anything to me. We'd all be lost without you."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better,"

"I wish you didn't push us away. I'm being honest with you. I'm always here for you. Please don't hide away from me."

"Bam, thanks for finding me."

"I want you to be happy and safe."

A soft smile shines on his face, his gold eyes lighting up like a fire.

"Can I come to you if I feel like this again?" You ask.

"If you need me to listen, I'm always here."

He held you for a while, making sure you were okay before doing anything else. He didn't want you to do anything stupid.

There would always be a part of you that felt useless. But Bam was the type of person to always hear you out, and tell you that you're worth the world.

[strangeradventuresofp]

second thoughts (legolas x reader)

The Fellowship of the Ring - Part 4

masterlist

warnings: mentions of death, smoking, straying from canon, secret spilled, SUUUPER long a/n lol sorry

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

a/n: hello my lovelies! its long overdue i know im so sorry! i kinda fell of the train for a while, but im back and super excited to present chapter 4 of second thoughts! thank you all for being so sweet and loving and understanding with me, i appreciate it so much! also in the meantime i hit 400 followers! incredible are you kidding me? i appreciate all 412 of you i love you with my all my heart and THANK YOU. if you would like to participate in my follower celebration you can see that here or look at the pinned post on my blog page. SO all the BORING stuff out of the way (im kidding) this chapter is completely made up, none of this is canon but it takes place while they are at Lothlorien. i thought it would be fun to add a chapter completely made up to develop some of the readers relationships ! i hope you enjoy this and thank you all so much for bearing with me!!<3

“Stay close, young hobbits.” Gimli spoke in a whisper once you were further into the woods. “They say a great sorceress lives in these woods. An elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell… And are never seen again.”

“But is there any truth to it?” You asked, unsure. These woods were happily familiar to you, you must have had good experiences here.

“I do not know, lass. But either way, here’s one dwarf she won’t ensnare so easily. I have eyes of a hawk and ears of a fox—” A gasp escaped your lips as you came face to face with many arrow heads in your direction.

“The dwarf breathes so loud; we could have shot him in the dark.” A – very attractive – elf emerged among the arrows. He eyes washed over you and your breath caught in your throat. He was strangely familiar, too.

Legolas had noticed the other elf’s eyes studying you and for some reason felt a surge of a strange feeling passing through his body. He did not like the way that he looked at you.

“Haldir of Lorien. We come here for help. We need your protection.” Aragorn spoke fluently. The elf cocked an eyebrow.

“Aragorn, these woods are perilous. We should go back.” Gimli suggested, sounding rather irritated.

“Quiet, Gimli.” Your words were soft, looking curiously at Haldir who returned the gaze.

“You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back.” His eyes turned to Frodo. “Come. She is waiting.” He turned, and you followed.

Soon after, you found yourselves in Lothlorien, stepping up a tall, spiralling staircase. It was strange, for a reason that you could not explain or even pinpoint. But the peculiar could not overwrite its beauty. The staircase brought you to a beautiful arched building, supported by the tree branches it was built upon. It was white and glowing, and your eyes were fixed upon it entirely. Another staircase lay in front of you, of which two elves were situated on top, a man and a woman. He guided her down the steps with his hand. She was beautiful. Her skin was pale and her hair a platinum gold0silver. Her skin was flawless, her body covered by a gorgeously detailed white frock.

“Nine there are here yet ten there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him.” The man questioned. The woman’s eyes fell over your frame and you met them. Her gaze was intense.

“He has fallen into shadow.” She did not stop looking at you and you breathed silently, nodding slightly. She turned to Aragorn, and then at the other members of the Fellowship. “The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all.” Her eyes wandered, fixing on Boromir whose forehead was smothered in beads of sweat and he avoided her look. You noticed, brows knitting together in confusion. Legolas had also noticed, though he said and did nothing. “Yet hope remains while the company is true. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight, you will sleep in peace.”

~~~

It did not take long for you to get settled in, nor anyone else. You were each given fresh clothes and an opportunity to bathe. When the nine of you regathered to settle for bed, you chuckled to see that Aragorn looked the same as he had before. Legolas gave her a smile and stood beside her. You swallowed, thinking that he looked rather charming in the detailed silver tunic that wrapped his built torso. It suited him. In his hands he held a silver jug and he let out a breath.

“A lament for Gandalf.” He said, softly. You gave him a small smile which he returned.

“What do they say about him?”

“I have not the heart to tell you. For me, the grief is still too near.” You squeezed Legolas’ hand comfortingly, sharing a smile with him. Merry nudged Pippin, pointing at the two of you.

“It’s only a matter of time, young Pippin.” He whispered, a grin on his face.

“What does that mean?” Sam asked, but he was quickly shushed by the mischievous hobbits. Merry pointing yet again to you and Legolas.

“Do you think Y/N and Legolas will ever get together, Sam?” Sam shrugged to Pip’s question before they decided to continue preparing for bed. Meanwhile, Aragorn had made his way over to Boromir, who was sat in solitary with his head pointed towards the ground.

“Take some rest; these borders are well protected.”

“I will find no rest here.” Boromir declared. That caught your attention. You frowned, walking over to him, sitting beside him with a small smile ghosting over your lips. He let out a shaky breath. “I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me, ‘even now, there is hope left’. But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope.” Tears pooled in your eyes listening to him and you sighed silently, hugging his torso whilst he placed his arm around your shoulders.

“My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And our—our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right, and I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored.” His lips tugged up gently at the edges. “Have you ever seen it, Aragorn? The White Tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver, its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?” It was not until that moment that you truly noticed how much you missed home. A few tears strayed from your eyes, racing down your face. You closed your eyes, leaning into Boromir’s side, sniffling quietly.

“I have seen the White City… Long ago.”

“One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guard shall take up the call – the Lords of Gondor have returned.” He smiled, turning to you to wipe the tears from your face before you pulled him into a hug. What he had said had terrified you. The fall of Gondor. Your home. And would any be there to save it? Or would people rather see it perish? After all, Denethor was completely useless and never aided those in need, so why would any come to Gondor’s need?

You stood, wiping your face with a small sniffle. Sighing, you walked away from the others, ambling off to wherever you could be on your own for a while. You took a seat on a flat tree root in a secluded area, trying to process the information about Gondor. You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you had not noticed the presence of another. As someone cleared their throat, you looked up, startled.

“Haldir. Forgive me I was—”

“Lost in your own mind?” He offered you a small smile.

“Exactly.” You chuckled. “It’s beautiful here, truly.” He stayed silent, taking a seat beside you. “It is strangely familiar to me.”

“Strange?” He questioned, tilting his head in confusion.

“Like I came here once in a dream.”

“Like a distant memory.”

“Exactly.” You smiled. Haldir watched you curiously, but with a knowing look spread across his face. As you turned to look at him, a realisation dawned upon you, and you found yourself repeating his words, “a distant memory…” He nodded once before standing, looking down at you.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” And with that, he was gone.

~~~

You had not slept very much during the night; you hoped that the next few nights would be better for you. The morning came around fast though, and soon enough everyone was awake and breakfasting. Not being particularly hungry, you only had a small breakfast. If it were up to you, you would not have eaten at all, but you did not want Sam to worry. Pippin and Merry were clamouring persistently to Boromir about how they wanted to practice. You watched them for a while, giggling at their stupidity before Aragorn sat beside you.

“Where did you wander off to last night?”

“I just wanted to be alone. A lot has happened in the last week; it all caught up to me.”

“You’re alright, Y/N.” He gently clapped you on the shoulder and you smiled at him, though tears gathered in your eyes.

“It is where I grew up, for the most part. I do not want to see it fall. And I’m afraid I won’t be able to help the way I want.” A stray tear fell down your face and Aragorn gently wiped it away with the pad of his thumb before he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “Forgive me, I do not wish to be so emotional.”

“It happens to the best of us, mellon nin.” He gave you a smile which you gladly returned. “There’s that beautiful smile.”

Legolas watched the two of you, his brows furrowed together, that strange feeling pulsing through him again. Aragorn’s right, he thought. Her smile is beautiful. His eyes were fixed on you while you spoke to Sam and Frodo, so focused that he did not realise Aragorn was now stood behind him, leaning into his ear.

“You’re staring, Legolas.” He whispered, the elf’s blonde hair moving from Aragorn’s breath.

“No. I am merely watching.” Legolas denied, earning a chuckle from Aragorn.

“Whatever you say, mellon.” Aragorn strode away, a grin plastered on his face. A gentle blush dusted over the elf’s cheeks, something rather noticeable that stood out from his pale complexion. He tore his eyes away from you, instead joining Boromir and Gimli to train the hobbits.

“My old gaffer might just faint if he ever saw a place like this. Got a thing for pretty places, he has. Makes sense, him being a gardener. He’d love it here.” Sam noticed your vacant expression while he spoke and frowned, gently touching your hand. “Y/N, are you alright?”

“Oh, yes, I—I’m fine. Forgive me.” You gave him a smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

“What about your parents, Y/N? What are they like?” Frodo asked.

“My parents died when I was very young. I don’t really remember them.” Their faces dropped immediately and opened their mouths to apologise but you chuckled, waving them off. “Don’t apologise; you did not know.”

A small smile ghosted over Frodo’s lips. “My parents died when I was young, too, in a boating accident.”

“I’m sorry, Frodo.” You offered your condolences while he shook his head.

“That’s alright; It was an accident.”

“You really are a pair of remarkable hobbits.”

~~~

You jolted awake with a breath tearing from your throat. Frantically, you scanned the area, your hand automatically reaching for your knives on your belt – only they were not there. It was at that moment that you remembered that you were still in the comforts of Lothlorien. Something compelled you to make sure that all of your companions were still beside you and you counted as you gazed around at them.

“Y/N?” A soft, calming voice called out to you amongst the darkness.

“Yes?” You responded quietly, shivering slightly.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” The voice asked. You sighed at that.

“Just a bad dream.” It was an awful dream. Much like Frodo’s if you were honest. You did not want to think about it too much; you feared you might get emotional. The figure that had the voice stood and held his hand out to you. You took it, standing, and he led you a little away from the rest of the Fellowship.

As it became lighter, you could see the face of whomever had spoken to you. If you were honest, you were so drained from the dream that you had not distinguished who the voice belonged to. But, as the space got brighter, you could just make out the perfect contours of the face, the small curve on the lips, the concerned blue eyes that studied your face, the long blonde hair that gracefully fell over the broad shoulders.

“You were struggling in your sleep. I was worried for you.” He admitted, his voice seeming to get softer by the minute.

“Did I wake you? Forgive me I—”

“Do not worry, mellon nin; you did not wake me.” A small smile fell over his lips before his eyes filled with concern once again. “What were you dreaming of?” Legolas noticed the way that you squirmed at his question and furrowed his brows in response.

“Nothing important; I will be fine. But I appreciate your concern, Legolas.”

“Y/N, do not lie to me; you have no talent for it.” You smiled sheepishly. “You need not tell me, but I saw the way that you tossed and turned and the look of terror on your face. You were mumbling, incoherently, but you sounded terrified.”

“Everything seems so real now. It has finally seemed to sink in that Gandalf is gone and… It reminded me of my parents.” You sat down, your back flush against a tree trunk. “In my dream, everyone met the same fate, Gandalf’s fate. I was alone again.” Tears began to form in your eyes, your lip started to quiver. Legolas frowned, kneeling beside you before he gently tugged your chest against his, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

“Y/N, I will be with you for as long as you wish for me to be. You won’t ever be alone again.” He felt a terrible ache in his chest when you looked up at him, your arms still wrapped around his torso, your eyes puffy and a few wet streams leaking down your cheeks.

You gave him a weak smile, sniffling. “Do you promise?” He nodded. “Say it.”

“I promise.” He took a seat beside you after pulling away from the hug, a small distance between the two of you. After a long – yet comfortable – silence, you let out a sigh before moving closer to him, leaning into his body. You rested your head on his shoulder platonically, but Legolas could not escape the increasing beating of his heart when your leg touched his. He gently rested his head on top of yours, wondering what you were thinking about. Then, as if out of the blue – though it wasn’t really – you asked him a question.

“Have you ever been in love, Legolas? Have you ever loved someone so much to the point where it hurt?” Your voice faltered as you spoke, and the elf sighed silently. You could feel his breath shifting your hair.

“Once.”

“What was her name?”

“How did you know—”

“I can tell.” You looked up at him. “Your demeanour changed when I asked the question. Come, tell me about her.”

He did not know why, but he did. “Her name was Tauriel. She was the captain of the Elven guard of the Woodland Realm.”

“Was?” You questioned his use of the past. “What happened to her?”

“I do not know.” He let out a deep sigh and you frowned, wishing you had never asked for it was clearly a sensitive subject for him. “She did not believe herself worthy of me. Instead, she fell in love with a dwarf. Only, he died during a battle. I could not return to the Woodland Realm; my father gave me knowledge of Aragorn, and so I went to find him. I do not know what happened to her.”

“Forgive me, Legolas. I did not mean to upset you.” He shook his head at you, and you smiled, shifting a little closer to him to comfort him. He chuckled lightly as you wrapped your arms around him.

Back over by the others, Aragorn had awoken, but he did not move. Instead, he rolled over for he could hear familiar voices whispering behind him. As he turned, with a stealthy eye open, he watched you and Legolas sit together, a knowing smirk growing on his face.

~~~

The morning came quick, after you and Legolas had spoke about your lives all night and gotten a few quick hours of sleep before the others had awoken from their dreams. It was the last day that you would spend at Lothlorien, for you must all be getting a move on, and soon; the Ring would not take itself to Mount Doom. Since it was to be your last day in the comforts of the Lady of the Wood, she had asked to see all of you.

When the nine of you presented yourselves to her, she gifted each of you and Elven cloak, paired with a green brooch as a clasp. She named them the Leaves of Lorien. The Elven cloaks had been woven by Galadriel herself. They could not deflect a shaft or blade but instead, they could act as camouflage to unfriendly eyes. When you put it on, it was light and very agile. It was difficult to tell that you were even wearing a cloak. She explained that they would be warm or cool as needed. Then, she wished you all luck on your journey, and the nine of you quickly returned to the camp to begin packing for the day ahead; setting out early was important to travel as much as possible while it was still light.

Back at the camp, you all breakfasted. You made sure that the hobbits had taken enough before you started to pick at your own food. Aragorn wandered over to where you sat, perching himself beside you, a bowl in his hand, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“What are you so amused by?” You paused chewing to ask, swallowing the remainder of the food in your mouth afterwards. A chuckle escaped him, and he turned to look at you.

“What is going on between you and Legolas?” His questioned startled you. You coughed profusely, trying to rid of the piece of food that lodged in your throat.

“What do you mean?”

“I happened to wake up last night, and…”

“And, what? You were spying on us?” You quirked your eyebrow cheekily, the hint of a grin on your lips. Aragorn grinned.

“And,” he lowered his voice. “I saw the two of you sitting together.”

“So? Is sitting together such a crime, Aragorn?” You shared a laugh with him. “Since you are so curious, I’ll tell you. The truth is, I was upset, and he comforted me. Then we spoke about life.” Aragorn raised his eyebrows, unsure if you were telling the truth or not. You giggled. “Have I ever lied to you, Aragorn?”

“No, I suppose not. My mistake. Forgive me, I thought something more might have been going on.”

“Well, I hate to disappoint, but nothing more is going on. He is kind, but we are friends, that is all.” Aragorn nodded at your words, then left you to sit in peace while you ate. He kept a close eye on you from afar, watching until you were distracted by the hobbits and by Boromir until he made his way to Legolas.

“Y/N looks nice today, don’t you think, Legolas?”

“Do not think I’m unaware of what you’re doing, Aragorn.” Legolas said with a scowl. Aragorn chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Alright. Though, you do seem very fond of her.”

“What’s not to be fond of? She’s kind, funny, a good fighter, she takes care of the hobbits.” A pink blush dusted over his cheeks. “She’s beautiful…”

“Legolas.” The ranger smirked. “Mellon nin, are you falling for Y/N?”

“Lower your voice, Aragorn.” Legolas urged, the blush growing on his face. Legolas wouldn’t say he was falling for you. He thought you were pretty, very pretty, and he enjoyed your company, but that does not mean that he liked you like that. His heart raced when you were close to him, and even harder when you touched. He hated to see you upset, loved to see you smile and laugh, although he preferred to be the one to make you smile. But none of that meant that he was falling for you, did it? He didn’t think so.

But as his eyes fell over you now, he could not help but feel that maybe, just maybe, that Aragorn was right. He watched your lips part and turn up into a smile, a hearty laugh drawing from your throat at something that Merry had said. Aragorn did not miss the smile that grew on Legolas’ face whilst he watched you, a longing, loving look in his blue eyes. All the ranger could do was smile at the elf and chuckle to himself, before finishing his food and continuing to pack what will be needed for when the journey resumes at dawn. Until then, the nine of you decided that you would appreciate the comforts of Lothlorien once more.

Time seemed to pass very quickly, and as fast as the morning had come, the night came. You and Aragorn were still awake, sitting beside each other, sharing his pipe, giggling about old times. You let out a contented sigh and he opened his arm for you to shift into him. As you did so, he plucked the pipe from your fingers and stuck it between his lips. You chuckled at him before sighing again.

“What’s wrong, mellon nin?” He said, the pipe bobbing in his mouth as he spoke.

“I have yet to find out what this place means to me, and we are already leaving.”

Aragorn sighed. “Y/N, you were born here.” Your eyes widened in shock.

“What?”

“Your mother and father lived in Lothlorien; that is why you recognise this place.”

“How do you know this?” You asked. You need not ask if Aragorn was telling the truth; he knew how much this meant to you.

“Haldir. He and your father were good friends. He wanted to tell you himself.”

“Why didn’t he?”

“He thought it would be better to come from a friend.” He offered you a smile and you smiled softly, relief lifting a huge weight from your shoulders. Returning the favour, you plucked the pipe from his lips and placed it between your own. “You’re not angry?”

You shook your head, blowing out some smoke. “Why would I be?” Aragorn shrugged and you chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder. He gently pressed his head against yours and before you knew it, your eyes were fluttering closed and you were drifting off to a sound sleep.

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