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Can your write something for a male (and female, if you do that) yautja, trying to train their s/o to defend herself better, but they end up hurting her pretty bad, She refuses to show them the wound and says she's fain, and tries to continue the fight, but she's literlly bleeding out😦
Thank you <33 i wnjoy writing, so im glad you like it!
CW: mentions of injury, blood, stitching, etc etc
Yautja accidentally hurting their s/o while training
Male Yautja
- The whole wanting to train you thing started when he realized how weak you were
- ofc compaired to him, every human is weak, but he wanted you to be stronger than the rest
- it started off with basic hand to hand combat
- then finally when he noticed your progress, he trusted you enough to train with weapons
- it started off with daggers, and the weaponry training would be every few sessions (because his main focus was still physical strength)
- today was one of those days where you are training with weapons
- now usually ypur mate is very goid at not actually hitting you
- but it seems today was an off day for him.
- in stead of stabbing the dagger into the air next to your waist, he actually cuts your waist
- it was a deep and painful wound too
- obviously, as soon as ge saw the wound, he FREAKED, especially because he caused it
- you were trying to calm him down, telling him you're fine and you can keep going, while you're BLEEDING OUT
- so he picks you up and runs you to the bathroom so he can patch you up
- he calls you an idiot for trying to keep going as he does so
- as soon as he makes sure you're all patched up and not hurt anywhere else, he rests his forehead against yours and sighs
- finally loosening up after the initial freak out
Female Yautja
- so your gorgeous mate here knows human customs are different than yautja customs
- but male yautja are still around and will still try to fight you to gain your mates attention
- so she wants you to be strong enough to figh5 back
- she knows you probably will never be stronger than a yautja, but she wants to be strong enough to hold them off until she can intervene
- so she takes it upon herself to train you
- her training is basic hand to hand combat, trying to get you stronger, and so on
- she feels theres no real need for weapons, yautja dont really use weapons when fighting for a mate, its a test of brute strength
- during this training session, you two were going at it as usual
- except today she wanted to pick it up a notch, this time by hitting you with actual blows, and you doibg the same
- that quickly turned out to be a bad idea, because as soon as she did, the blow knocked you over which caused you to fall and hit your head on a rock
- with blood streaming down your face from the cut on your forehead, you look up at her
- as soon as she notices the blood she starts to freak out, but not too much
- you slowly stand up and try to explain to her you can keep going
- but when you stumble when you try to take a step, she immediately picks you up and runs you to the bathroom
- she starts to patch you up, kweping quiet, still feeling bad bout putting you in this situation in the first place
- when you grab her hand and place a kiss on her face, she loosens up and purrs
- she apologizes and does everything she can do to take care of you for the rest of the day
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Mirrors | c.h.
pairing: calum hood x reader
genre: angst to fluff
summary: part four of ‘Take My Breath Away’ (part 2 here) (part 3 here)
a/n: hello everyone! here I am with the last part! i hope you enjoied this trip throught the relationship of Calum x reader, it was an amazing experience and i wanna thank each one of you for sticking up with me! I wanna say a big thank you to @padfootagain for helping me throught my writer’s block, she helped me to come up with the idea of the fluff part of this chapter (she’s literlly the queen of fluff), go check up her account ‘cause her works are literally amazing and she deserves all the love. x
song for this part: mirrors
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Extraordinary.
There was something magnificent about the moon's reflection on the sea. How something so normal and natural could be so beautiful was not clear to you, but it was one of nature's wonderful mysteries. Like the flowers in the field near your parents' house, the butterflies flying in the middle of the city or the lightning breaking in the sky, causing such a loud noise in the gray sky.
That night seemed magical, all gathered in front of a bonfire, the fire lit up people's faces as the sand got stuck between your friends' dancing toes. Old hits played one after the other, the music accompanied the laughter of carefree young people and the world seemed not to exist, it was just you.
“I wish this moment would never end.” Kay turned to you, a huge smile on her face and her camera in her hands, ready to capture every essence of that moment.
“It doesn't have to end, honey.” Ashton whispered at her side, an arm around her waist and a glass in his hand. His dimples were clearly visible on his face, his eyes expressed pure joy and his jacket was now thrown on the trunk, with his tattoos shown to the outside world now.
The green-eyed boy whispered something into his girlfriend's ear, being careful not to be heard, she rolled her eyes and gave Ashton a friendly slap on his arm before bursting into a loud laugh.
In the distance, Sienna and Luke were chasing each other, like little children playing in the park, breathing made it more difficult to talk but it was not necessary, they were very well able to understand each other with a simple glance. Luke then managed to grab the girl before falling and ending up on the ground, one on top of the other, and their lips joined in a frivolous kiss, accompanied by so much happiness.
While the others danced - Mitch seemed to be completely lost in the music - Michael and Crystal lay on the sand, her head on his lap, whispering sweet words to each other and their hands intertwined.
Your gaze was fixed on the moon, there was something in her that attracted you very strongly and your continuous thoughts did not help you to pay attention to anything else.
Everyone seemed to be having the best time of their life, none of them had a worried look on their faces and none of their hands were shaking.
“A penny for your thoughts?” the sweet voice of your best friend woke you from your thoughts, his hand was wrapped in a can of beer and he was giving it to you while his gaze was fixed on you.
His hair was longer and curly, some shades of blonde still present from the last bleaching. His eyes seemed tired but the smile on his face was sincere, he looked much better than a few months ago, he was much happier and it made you happy to think you were the cause of his found serenity.
Despite the fire in front of you, the wind continued to flow into the night and Calum was well wrapped in his beloved green sweatshirt and you were sure he wasn't feeling any cold, you had worn that hoodie enough times to know it was the ideal cover for this type of night.
“He is leaving.” You whispered before taking a sip of beer. You looked at the moon one last time before you turned to the curly boy. His gaze was lost in front of him as thousands of thoughts floated through his mind.
The light emanating from the fire illuminated Calum and his face seemed to be the color of gold, the freshly made beard showed a small regrowth and the wrinkles near the eyes recalled the many nights spent on a stage, with adrenaline at a thousand and a dream that was coming true.
“He got a big job offer in Japan. When I met him, he was there to do an interview for this company and apparently they want him there because he's good at whatever he does.” You explained, the ring seemed to be holding tight to your finger now and your trembling fingers kept turning it nervously.
When he first told you about the offer, you felt a series of emotions all together: happiness, because you felt joy in seeing him so happy; pride, because you were deeply proud that he was taken for his dream job and sadness, of course, because you didn't know what was going to happen to you but you were certain that Japan was too far away to keep anything stable.
You asked him about it, you asked him what it would mean for your relationship, for that little flame of passion that was growing every day between you. Evenings spent cooking dishes discovered during your travels, reading about fantastic worlds and hiking the Californian hills seemed to have ended forever.
Then the voices had risen, the words had become screams and the tears of joy had turned into cries of sadness and your last interaction was a door slamming on your face and the sound of an old vase falling to the ground.
“What will you do?” Calum asked simply. He didn't know what else to say and feared the words would be replaced by the cry he was trying to hold back.
He had never been the emotional type, rarely times you could have seen tears coming down his face, but things had changed. It wasn't the first time his heart was broken but this time was different, this time he seemed to find no way to fix the pieces that were left.
Things at home were not going well, she was drifting further and further away and he could not blame her: in the last few months he had been the one who treated her coldly, no longer holding her in his arms, no longer whispering sweet words to her, the words always ended in fights and the need to fix everything was lacking less and less. The love was probably long gone but neither of them had the courage to leave, to face the failure of an engagement that seemed to promise so much love and that ended so quickly.
He was exhausted. He just wanted to close his eyes and wait for the world to decide to give him a break. Everything was wrong, but she was always there. His best friend, the light at the end of his tunnel, one of the only pillars in his life.
Sure, she left, but she also came back and Calum had forgiven her, welcomed her again and promised himself never to let her escape. He had fallen in love with her - he had always been, but he had realized it too late - and had decided that he would take care of her anyway, regardless of their feelings. Because that's what he did for the people he loved, he took care of them, watered them and gave them sun as if they were roses, at the cost of pricking himself with every thorn.
That wasn’t an easy question. You would never have been able to maintain a long distance relationship, not with so many miles in between. It wasn't a trauma from your childhood that stopped you, but there were simply times when you needed to have someone close to you who cared, reassured you, showed you love and these things weren't easy to do through a cell phone.
The solution would have been to go to Tokyo with him. Your life was now in America, your friends lived there, your job and college were based in the United States and changing everything wasn't going to be that simple. You loved Japan, in the most nostalgic days you liked to review the photos of the cherry trees in bloom and sometimes you could even remember the scent and a new life there also seemed exciting, but were you ready to leave everything for good?
He loved you, you were sure of it, not a day went by when he didn't repeat it to you and often he didn't even do it with words: your small apartment was full of flowers, every day he came home from work with a different flower and a thousand reasons why that flower reminded him of you. And then he held you tight on the darkest days, wiped your tears and made sure you ate the essentials in order to feel better. He wasn't afraid of your demons and he knew how to make you feel better for a while.
“I don’t know. He wants me to go with him, but that would mean leaving everything here. I don't know if I'm ready.”
“He loves you. I saw the way he looked at you, he really feels something strong for you. You really should go with him. It's a big opportunity and I think that It would be great for you, I mean it’s Japan!. And when you miss us, you can always take a plane and come back here, right? You have to go.”
Calum was surprised by his own words and mentally cursed himself for opening his mouth. What had he done? And why? He loved you and promised himself not to let you go, but why did he say these things then? He didn't understand, he couldn't understand why those words had come out of him.
There was someone inside him who wanted to hurt him, someone he couldn't control and who would do anything to make him feel bad. It was the only explanation.
Or, Calum knew you wouldn't be happy staying. You had your friends, but they wouldn't be able to help you. They all had their own lives and no matter how much they loved you, they couldn't have stayed with you. He did, Calum would have done anything to cheer you up, but it wouldn't have been fair to you. You had your chance to be loved, to be happy and it would have been selfish of him to deprive you of all of that.
His answer had blown you away too. You didn't expect that from him and part of you didn't even want it. Something in you wanted him to tell you to stay, that he would take care of you and that everything would be fine. But he had his life now, he had a wedding to celebrate and a new life ahead of him and he couldn't be who you wanted him to be.
After all, he was right. You could always have taken a plane and come back every time you missed your friends, you would have found a job there too and you would have lived your life, what you deserved, alongside an angel who would take care of you. You loved him, so much, and there was no reason to break his heart for someone who felt nothing for you.
“Yes, you're right. I think I'll go with him then. Thank you, I knew I could ask you.” You said with a bitter tone and a fake smile on your lips. Part of you wanted the guy to sense your harsh tone and to understand your disappointment, but the other part of you knew it wasn't his fault.
As you told him before, you don't decide who you love. He fell in love with someone else and you too were with someone else. There was nothing left to be sorry about.
“You know you can always talk to me.” Calum answered and gave a faint smile. A strong tension began to form between you: inevitably something had broken, your relationship was no longer the same and it was useless to lie to yourself. Things would not go back to the way they used to and the boy felt a sharp pain in his chest; it hurted to think back to the old moments, the days spent together and the shared laughter.
It was all gone, and no matter how hard you tried, nothing would return to its place. You were both happy to have found each other, yet something had gone wrong. The joy had lasted little, too little, and had left room for embarrassment and sadness.
And for the rest of the party, the words remained unspoken. You and Calum exchanged a few words and a few glances, but nothing serious and important. You continued to lose yourself looking at the moon, a few tears fell on your face but you were quick to dry it.
That situation hurted, the constant feeling of not being right, of not knowing what you really felt. You wanted to leave but you wanted to stay, you loved your new boyfriend but still felt something for the guy by your side. You repeat to yourself that you were happy like that, but you really weren't.
The curly boy felt the same, but unlike you he kept swallowing his problems with alcohol. He was ashamed of himself, and not for the constant hungover he found himself in but for being so cowardly towards you. Once he would have told you everything, he would have confessed his feelings in the best possible way, promising to stay by your side and to be who he was before even if you didn’t feel the same way. But this new boy was different from the previous version of himself and he no longer recognized himself.
“I'm going home, I have a very bad headache and a relationship to save. I'll let you know the date we leave but I think it's close, from what I know he has to go there as soon as possible.” You said rising from the trunk and cleaning your jeans. Thoughts were racing in your head and you felt nauseated by the pain you were feeling. Maybe, once you got home, sitting on your comfortable sofa, things would be better. He would come back and you would make peace. You would tell him you were going with him and his smile would make it alright.
Calum seemed to wake up from the trance he was in and the kiss you gave him on the cheek before leaving made him sober all at once. It couldn't end like this.
He promised himself to make you stay and then advised you to leave. He got engaged to a girl but he was in love with you. This ongoing inconsistency was destroying him and he couldn't spend the rest of his life feeling like this.
He had to react, do anything, because he couldn't go to sleep with the regret of not telling you the truth. You were brave, you confessed your feelings to him even though he was engaged, you continued this pact of truth even if it would hurt you, instead he pulled back like a coward, he preferred to hide his head in the sand like ostriches, even knowing that he would find nothing and that he would only be hurt. He had to at least try.
He had to do it, he had to tell you the truth. He owed it to you, you were so sincere and understanding with him, you stayed in spite of your broken heart and it was right for him to take on his responsibilities. In the worst case, you would have turned around and gone home, but you would have done it with the knowledge that, whatever happened, he would be there, ready to welcome you into his arms. He wouldn't stop believing in love and he wouldn't become a heartless cynic again, he would just accept his loneliness.
Because he would have been alone, yes. At home he would no longer have anyone waiting for him, because he would tell the truth to his girlfriend. She didn't deserve to live in a lie, she had wonderful dreams and she deserved to find someone who would help her make them come true, someone who would make her happy and who, above all, would love her. He couldn't do any of this, not anymore, but he could set her free. It would hurt her but it would help her achieve infinite happiness.
He knew she wouldn't say anything, she wasn't stupid and she understood everything, even before he understood it himself. She had stayed but she knew her place there, next to him, wouldn't last long. But she cared about him and had decided to help him, to accompany him as long as he needed it.
He understood that she knew the truth, the way she watched him cry from afar at the party was worth more than a thousand words.
He quickly pulled the phone out of his pocket and texted her. It was wrong of him to end it all like this, but he knew that soon everything would have changed and he had to be sure that he could be free, in whatever would happen, in joy or in pain.
I’m sorry.
It was the only thing he was able to write. No words would have been enough. His heart ached but he knew he was doing the right thing.
It’s okay, Cal.
She responded immediately, almost as if she knew what was going to happen that night.
I loved you.
And it was true, there was a moment when he loved her, he was serious when he asked her to marry him, but it didn't last long and it wasn't enough.
I know, I loved you too. I’m gonna be fine and so are you. x
He read that last message twice before turning off the screen and putting the phone back in his pocket. They would have talked in front of a cup of coffee and he would have apologized in person, but it wasn't the right time to think about it.
Calum turned and started running towards the direction you left, the faces of his friends looking at him confusedly but he just hoped to be in time, at least this time, this last time.
Rivers of tears kept flowing quickly from your eyes and you were mentally praying to be able to get to the car in time, so that you could shut yourself in and get rid of all your pain. Why did it all have to be so damn hard? You just had to pack a suitcase and leave for a perfect future.
Still, there was something wrong. Calum was wrong. Your feelings for Calum were keeping you from being happy and you hated him so much for giving you joy in all the years of your friendship. He was really your soulmate but you weren't his and that hurted more than anything else.
You just wanted to forget everything, you wanted to forget the way he made you feel when he looked at you, the way his laugh made your days better and the way he swept your hair away from your face when the wind moved it.
You wanted to forget his big heart, the way he always cared about others first and then about himself, his kindness and the attention he paid to always keeping the door open for others when you entered a place.
“Doll, wait!” You heard him screaming behind you. The car was just a few meters away in front of you, just a few steps and it would all be over. You could have ignored it, pretend you didn't hear it, you could have gotten into the car and kept your heart from breaking again. But, instead, you turned around because the desire to see him one last time was big.
“I wanted to- wait, you’re crying!” The smudged mascara was hard to miss and Calum felt terribly bad and guilty to see you sad.
“Good job, Sherlock.” you said sarcastically while passing a hand under your eyes in hoping to remove the traces of your sadness.
“Wait, why are you crying? I did something, didn't I? If that's why-”
“What do you want, Calum? I'm going home and I'm in a bit of a hurry, so please speak.”
“S-stay.” Suddenly, he had forgotten how to speak. Or rather, he didn't know how to express himself. He wanted to tell you how his heart melted every time he saw you smile, the way his legs seemed to give up whenever he saw you. But seeing you there, in front of him, with eyes full of tears, made him think if he was doing the right thing.
“I told you, I'm not feeling well and I need to go home. Don't worry, I'll text you as soon as I feel better. I won't leave without saying goodbye.” You gave him one last fake smile as you turned around, then you unlocked the car with the keys as you approached it.
“No, no! You have to stay here with us forever, you can't leave for Japan. Stay here, please, stay.” Calum felt tears in his eyes as he spoke.
“I don't understand, just a couple of hours ago you told me that I should go because it's a great opportunity.”
“But now I'm asking you to stay. It's a good opportunity and it would surely make you happy but you have to stay, you can't leave.”
You were confused, more than confused. He kept saying it was a good opportunity but at the same time he wanted you to stay.
“I’m sad because I am sorry to leave you but it is because I love you, you are my best friends. I'll be fine, Calum, don't worry. And like you said, I can take a plane whenever I want.”
“You can’t leave.” There was something about seeing you go that way that made him believe that you weren't just going home but that you would be gone forever.
“You don't make any sense, really. I’ll text you later.” You said in a bitter tone opening the door of your car.
“Doll-”
“What, Calum? What do you want? Why should I stay here, mh?” You were angry, you just wanted to leave and forget about everything. Being there was only making the pain in your chest worse and you couldn't take it anymore.
“Because I love you!” Calum screamed at the top of his lungs and, as soon as those words came out of his mouth, a weight seemed to be removed from his chest. Those words he was so scared about were out and there was no reason to regret it.
“Shut up, Calum. You're drunk.” The curly haired boy's confession was a stab in the heart, that were words you really wanted to hear, but you wanted them to have a meaning, not to be an alcohol chatter.
“I'm not drunk. Or maybe yes, I'm a little drunk, but it only gives me courage. The words are mine, I really love you, doll. I was a coward not to tell you before, I thought I was too late, and maybe I am, but I don't want to live with the regret of not telling you anything.” You were stuck there, with the car door open and your feet unable to move. Was he sincere in what he said? You hoped so, with all your heart.
He walked to you slowly, his eyes straight into yours, and you didn't move.
“I'm looking right at the other half of me and I was stupid to believe otherwise. You are exactly what I need and what I want. I love you and I’ve always done, but I've never been able to admit it. But now that I'm sure, I don't want to spend another day without you.” Calum was now in front of you, his face a few inches from yours. You could feel his breath on your skin and his eyes shone sincerely.
“Tell me you don't feel the same and I swear I'll let you go. But even if a small part of you still feels something for me, stay. Because I don't want to spend another day without kissing you and without having you close by my side. I want to keep you close at night and not only when your demons get too strong or when you fall asleep in my house, but always. I want to shout it out to the whole world, tell everyone that I was wrong but that I found the right way home.”
You didn't need to dig or think - you loved Calum. You always did and despite everything, you still loved him deeply. So, you approached his face and kissed him. Your hands intertwined behind his neck as he gripped your hips tightly, for fear that this wasn't real.
“I love you.” You whispered close to his lips and he kissed you again with his still smiling lips. Everything was right now, every piece of the puzzle was in place and your heart no longer hurted, it was full of love, a love given by the right person.
Calum had grown up with you over the years and you learned how to read him, you knew he was really feeling what he was saying both with words and with his body. His eyes were filled with tears and his heart was pounding, his face was finally relaxed. There was no more pain and worry to devour him and if there was a mirror, you were sure it reflected the same in your image. You foolishly faced hell but were able to reach heaven together.
For a brief moment, you thought back to the little you, that thirteen year old girl who dreamed of her prince charming saving her and you were happy to have made her proud, because Calum was that prince that had saved you, not from a dragon that breathed flames, sure, but from a life without his presence.
He was stubborn, sometimes grumpy and forced you to go for walks when you just wanted to stay home on the couch, but he was also the same guy who bought your favorite snacks so you always had them for you when you went to visit him, it was the same man who stayed on the phone with you because you were scared, with your position constantly updated on the phone, when you had to walk at night and he couldn't accompany you, and it was the same human being who made you tolerate the world a little bit more.
Closing your eyes, you could see your white satin dress slowly sweeping across the floor, during your wedding day, as you slowly dance with him, while your friends look at you proud and happy, with tears in their eyes and with the knowledge that your souls would have finally belonged to each other for eternity.
You could hear fireworks from a distance and you didn't know if they were really there or if it was the thrill of finally being in his arms. What would happen now? He was engaged and you had a boyfriend, would you have become his girlfriend? And what would happen to the others?
Your boyfriend had been so kind to you, he loved you and he was an angel to you, he didn't deserve the pain you would cause him. And his fiancée, she had the biggest heart you've ever seen, she was sweet and wanted to get married more than anything else. What if she didn't find anyone else? Did you ruin her dream?
Calum noticed your sudden mood change and grabbed your chin with his fingers, leading you to look him in his eyes. “Where are you going? Get back here. What's going on? We can sort it out.”
“What about your fiancèe? She wants to marry you and-” Calum smiled at seeing you so worried, he loved the way you always thought about how others would be, how they would feel and knew that you would sacrifice yourself to see others happy.
There was no need for it anymore though, this time you could have been happy, it was your turn and he could only feel joy. He felt sorry for the girl he had left at home, but he was sure that everything would work out for the best. And if it hadn't happened, you would still have stayed by his side and that was the important thing.
“She knows and probably knew before me, as well as your boyfriend, they are not stupid and we’ll sort it out. She deserves better and probably you too, but I won't let you get away. I don't want to lose you anymore. I will learn to be at your level and I'll make sure I'm always at my best, you deserve everything good about this world and I'll make sure to give it to you.”
Calum wrote song lyrics and knew how to use words, but what he said was not trivial. Like all the things he did, his words also had a profound meaning. Everything he said he really meant and you knew he would change for the best for you, even if there was no need. He was perfect the way he was and there was nothing about him that you wanted to change. He was your Calum and you didn't need anything else. Everything would be fine.
New tears began to fall from your eyes and you didn't bother wiping them away. There was no need to be ashamed, you were happy and there was no reason to hide it. Calum began to laugh at the sight of you crying, he knew you were finally happy and he felt like his heart was about to explode for all the love and joy he was feeling. You were there in his arms and there was no other place where he wanted to be.
This is what love feels like, he finally knew.
“Will you ever stop crying?”
“No, I don't think I'll ever stop.” You smiled looking at him.
Calum pulled a lock of hair behind your ear and grabbed your face with his hands. His gaze was straight into your eyes.
“It’s okay, as long as I'm the one who wipes all your tears away.” And his lips were on yours again.
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