If you send in requests please specify the gender of reader- I do male female or gender neutral but am most versed in Female so I will most likely jump to that purely bc that’s how my brain works
Atla
Sokka
Brave boy
Zuko
Alone: Pt.1
Raw
Scars (Raw pt.2)
Acotar
Azriel
Oneshots:
Something is wrong- Azriel x reader
Tea time- Azriel x reader
Replaced- Azriel x reader
Replaced part two- Azriel x reader/mainly Eris x reader
The tailor- Azriel x male reader
Series:
The light and the dark series( remake) masterlist here-Azriel x reader
Eris
One shots:
My high lady- Eris x reader
I hate you- Eris x reader
Whether you like it or not- Eris x reader
Can I have a cookie- Eris x reader
Mini series:
Replaced part one- Eris x reader/mainly Azriel x reader
Replaced part two- Eris x reader
Lucien
Oneshots:
They’re just so- perfect- Lucien x g/n reader
Rhysand
One shots:
Little bird -Rhysand x reader
Nesta
Oneshots:
My girl- Nesta x fem!reader
Criminal minds
Spencer reid
Oneshots:
You drive me crazy
Be mine?
Supernatural
Non romantic Winchester bros
Oneshots:
The true monsters-Winchester sister
Marauders
None romantic
One shots:
You saved me-sirius black sister
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Please send requests! I want to have plenty of ideas from y’all! Please check my other fandoms post at bottom of page for what fandoms I write for
At some point my body stopped shivering, I couldn’t tell you how long ago that point was any more, and somewhere in the back of my mind I know it’s supposed to be a bad thing, but all I can think about right now is this endless cold as wind whips past me like icy blades, the snow blinding my sight as I strain to look ahead, steps fumbling the longer I go. At first I had been determined, confused sure, scared, I’m never scared, a bit unprepared really if anything. I manipulated the winds around me, creating a make shift shield as I wondered, how had I gotten down here? Where was my staff? Where was Ume? Where was my brother? Without my staff or my bison I can’t get back to the air temple, and if I show up without Aang the monks will kill me.
Alas as time went on, my bending weekend and my mind stopped really going through thoughts, numb like the rest of my body was becoming.
(Ok some inaccuracies here because this was the best I could figure out to match the story. Sorry guys)
I feel myself start to sag just as I see something in the distance, maybe someone’s there, maybe I’m hallucinating? I stumble, tripping over my feet and with a dull ‘thud’ I hit the snow. Huh, I should get up shouldn’t I? I half process my head lifting slightly, hand reaching for a moment before my whole body slumps and the world goes dark.
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Heat. That’s the first -and frankly only- thing i can feel, this all consuming warmth that isn’t all unpleasant, but overwhelming nonetheless. I shift, trying to get closer, pull away? I don’t know really, what I do know is that someone holds me a little tighter, keeping me from moving away.
“Ngh”
“Stop that. Ugh stop moving you little-“
“Zuko. Let her go, she probably has no clue what is going on.”
Yeah. Do that, listen to that reasonable voice and let me go. The grip loosens, pulling away and allowing me to move.
With great effort, my eyes blink open, mind trying to catch up and figure out what the hell is going on. I bring my hand to my face, rubbing my eyes sluggishly. Looking around tells me I’m not in the middle of that freezing hell hole, instead I’m in a small house, there’s a fire lit in the fireplace beside me, I can hear people outside, going about their day, the open window lets fresh air in, a gently breeze singing in the air. There’s also a boy beside me, now sitting back on his knees looking at me had expectantly, half annoyed, not to mention- hes shirtless, mildly concerning if I was fully conscious at the moment. Another, older man sits calmly in the corner, sipping tea with a soft smile.
“What is going on here? Where am I? Who are you guys?”
A scoff from the scarred boy, “we should be asking you who you are.”
“Now Zuko. The poor girl is clearly scared.”
“It’s Lee.”
“How should we explain finding her if we are simply earth kingdom civilians?” The boy grumbles, crossing his arms with a huff as the man turns to me, “I’m sure we can trust her not to spill.”
I nod numbly, still just trying to figure out what’s going on.
“I’m Iroh, this is my nephew, Zuko. We found you hypothermic in the North Pole.” Ah so that’s where I was, long way from home isn’t it. “We’re currently in Ba Sing Se, we’re here as refugees.”
“Refugees?”
“Of sorts. We’re traitors of the Fire nation.”
“Why would- what’s going on? Where’s my staff? I need to get back to the air temple. I need to find my brother.” I scramble up, mind finally fully present as I begin to panic. “Really uh, thanks for saving me or whatever but I really need to- I have to go.”
“Brother? He wouldn’t happen to be oh I don’t know, the avatar?”
My head whips around fast enough to make me dizzy, the other nations shouldn’t know that yet. “How did you?”
“It’s been a hundred years since you fell asleep in an ice burg keeping you alive, same thing with your little brother in the South Pole. The fire nation has declared war on the rest of the nations and we are slowly spreading our nation to every corner of the earth. I was banished by my father to find the avatar and regain my honor…”
As the apparently banished prince of the fire nation finishes, I slowly slump to the floor, hands grappling at my head as I try to grasp everything that I’ve just been told. “So they, they’re all gone?”
“I’m sorry to say honey, but there are no air nomads left beside you and the young avatar.” Iroh moves to place a comforting hand on my shoulder which I quickly pull away from.
“He should’ve protected them, I should have been there to help but- ugh that idiot just had to have a temper tantrum, if it weren’t for him we could’ve. I could’ve saved them, they never would have fought back, they needed him and he was off pouting.” I shake my head, angry, angrier than I’ve ever been before. “Ugh!” I shoot up, a burst of wind shaking the house as things topple, including the banished prince as he falls back with a grunt.
A tear falls down my cheek before I can stop it and my body is pulled into a warm, comforting hold, Iroh shushes me softly, instructing his nephew to do something can’t quite hear.
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Ok that’s the first part! I know not much, I apologize for how short it is but trust me there is plenty more to come in this series!! I hope you all enjoyed.
Ok guys I have an idea but I wanna know if anyone would be interested in reading it.
Aang’s sister somehow survived, plunged into a sleep similarly to the young avatars. She wakes near the same time(shortly after), except she’s all alone, it’s cold, she doesn’t know where anyone is, and she’s scared.
The two had never gotten along, always arguing and fighting over everything back in the air temple, part of the file bitter she always had to be “the avatars baby sitter” defiant to some of the monks ways.
But What happens when a certain banished prince finds her shivering and barely alive on an ice burg somewhere in the North Pole? What happens when she finds out her little brother might also be alive?
And what if part of her blames him for everything she’s lost?
EDIT: I made it, part one is up on my page now, here
Synopsis: As the group desires to rest at a small hostel before continuing their journey, reader is forced to face her feelings as she waits for the fire lord to finally explode.
Warnings: talks of injury, depressive thoughts, not much, very fluffy this time.
Part 2 to this fic
The group sits in a tense silence, a quiet that hasn’t settled over them since their teen years as Appa soars through the air. You sit at the back of the saddle, legs folded, body hunched over itself like you’re trying to make yourself impossibly smaller as you pick at the barely healing wounds on your hands. Katara and Aang are at the front of the Bison, steering and speaking in hushed whispers no one can make out. Sokka sits beside Toph, resting against the side of the saddle, and Zuko, oh Zuko, you’ve barely gotten yourself to glance up to figure out where he is, he’s laid on his back near the front of the saddle, chest bare to accommodate the wraps around his side. The wound may be closed but the wind whipping around you would surely irritate the delicate skin-you know it’s bothering the skin of your hands-, and infection is still possible at this stage.
“We’re gonna stop here for the night!” Aang calls from the front, it’s now you realize the sky is already growing dark as the sun sets behind the mountains. You look down, a small town shortly ahead as Appa begins his decent.
As you land, you plop softly to the ground, stepping back into the shadows of the animal, keeping distance between you and your friends- who you don’t notice looking at you in worry, particularly a certain fire lord.-
“Ok, got us all checked in! Uhm they only had three rooms, but they should all have two beds so who’s going with who?” Sokka bounds back from the small hostel, keys in hand.
“I call Sokka! I am not stepping between that happy relationship,” she motions somewhere towards Katara and Aang, the airbenders hand resting softly on the woman’s back, “or…whatever is going on here. You guys can work that out tonight.” You go rigid as Sokka shrugs in agreement, pressing the key into your frozen hands.
The group moves into the small hostel, walking up creaking steps to their respective rooms. You look down, 13, up at the sign on the door, yep it’s your room. You don’t dare look back at Zuko despite only being able to focus on the sound of his breathing behind you, he shuffles awkwardly as you push the door open and step into the room.
It’s humble, a table set on the side, a large fireplace is lit on the far wall, a door to a small bathroom is open on the side opposite the window, and lastly, in the middle of the room is the single, queen sized bed. Your heart stutters, of course, this is just your luck, knowing Sokka he probably knew one of the rooms only had one bed and instead of giving it to oh idk, the happy couple who would end up sharing a bed anyway, he gave it to you and your…Zuko.
“I uhm, I can take the floor.” The first words you’ve spoken to the man since you mutilated his body. You scratch the back of your neck, head bowed, unable to meet his gaze.
“Yn.” The pure desperation in his voice is what makes you look up to him, finally meeting his gaze. As your eyes meet, he relaxes for the first time, eyes softening. “Can we talk. Please.” He moves forward cautiously, hands reaching out before retracting as your whole body flinched away. He takes your silence as a yes and continues speaking. “What did I do wrong?” His voice breaks as he questions you and it feels like the world is stopping. What did he do wrong? Him? He’s worried about what he did? Why isn’t he screaming at you, cursing you, telling you that you’ll never be welcome in his life, his home again, that the wedding set for two months from now is off-
A violent, shivering sob escapes you before you can stop it, fat tears roll down your face as your body curls inward, gasping for breath as you finally break down. Zuko scrambles to follow you to the floor, more instinct than anything as he pulls your body into his, cradling you into his chest. You selfishly bury yourself into him, sucking in the last bit of warmth you’ll ever get from him as he rocks you much like one would a scared child.
“Tell me how I can fix this. Fix us. Please I can’t take this agony any longer.”
You pause at the soft tone of his voice, the feeling of wet tears hits your head and you look up to see a trail of tears flowing down his heated cheeks. It takes every bit of self restraint to not wipe the salty droplets from his skin, to kiss the scar on the side of his face until he finally calms like you have many times before.
The scar, you gave him another scar, hurt him in the same way his father did, you’re no better than that man.
The thought hits you hard, hard enough that you jump away, scrambling to escape the hold of the fire lord, another sob wracking your body. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.im sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.
“Love? Love what’s going on, why are you? What are you apologizing for?”
Another shuddering cry, “I hurt you. I scarred you the same way that man did.” You spit the words out, unwilling to call Ozai his father out loud. “I’m a monster, I hurt you in a way no one ever should be.”
A moment, you take a few breaths, collecting the next words in your mouth, “I swore I would never use my fire to harm you, to harm those I loved and I burned the love of my life.”
Zuko opens his mouth, closing it when you continue, “How can you look at me? You were begging for the pain to stop, you, I’ve never heard sounds like that before, I had to feel your flesh fusing, smell the burning skin against my hands as you wailed and prayed for the pain to go away. I did that to you.”
You finally close your mouth, any other words dying in your throat as you stare at your lap.
“You saved me.” His voice is somehow steady and your head whips up to look at him, “You endured something I don’t think anyone else ever could, I can’t imagine your pain. But you are no monster, you are an angel, you saved my life. Without you I would no longer be here, my life would have joined that forest had you not done what you did. I am forever in debt to you and I love you. I love you my beautiful bride.”
You hadn’t noticed him slowly crawling to you until he was gathering you back into his arms, shushing you as you weakly attempted to push him back. “I love you.”
“How?” The look in your eyes breaks him and he presses a slow kiss inbetween your brows.
“Because, I have always loved you, I will continue to love you till the end of time. and you saved my life. You did not scar me the way my father did, instead you gave me a reminder of your bravery.” Your cries quiet, silent tears still falling as you nuzzle impossibly closer to your lover.
“I love you Zuko.”
He smiles softly, things aren’t going to be perfectly fixed right away, but this is a step in the direction of showing you he still trusts you, that not all scars are evil. You sit in that silence for a few more minutes, the air warm and soft before he speaks again. “Can we please get your hands fixed up baby? Those can’t feel good.”
“No Katara.”
He sighs but nods, “no Katara.”
He scoops you up, bringing you to the bathroom and settling you on the sink counter, he leaves for a moment before returning with a few ointments and a roll of bandages. He sets the materials next to you, taking your hands in his before he begins his work, at every wince he shushes you, softly massaging his fingers into your hands. Once he’s done, your hands wrapped fully in the thick bandages, he brings them to his lips, pressing soft kisses across them.
“Do you want to help me.” You look timidly at him as he slowly unwraps his own bandages. The thought of seeing what you’ve done terrifies you, but you also want to help him however you can. Swallowing your fear, you nod and slowly reach to take his bandages- albeit clumsily as you struggle to close your fingers with the bandage wrapped around your palms.
If your pace bothers the lord he doesn’t say anything, only helping you slowly peel the material away. Once the last of the bandages fall, his scar is fully revealed, the skin around it red and irritated. You stare for a moment before your fingers tentatively move to press the dark skin softly, looking for any signs of pain but only met with an encouraging nod. You let your fingers lightly pass over the area, featherlight and barely there before you lean over, pressing the softest kiss right to the center of it.
Once the fire bender is re bandaged, he pulls you up, holding you against his bare skin, the scratchy material of bandages rubbing against your flesh. Hands grip your face carefully, pulling your lips to meet his, you melt into the kiss, lips moving against his.
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You settle beside each other in the bed, relaxing for the first time in what felt like forever, you lay against Zuko’s chest, cuddled close as the heat of his body comforts you. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
With those final words, you drift into sleep, calm in the arms of your lover, and you know, time will heal, and maybe not all scars have to be formed by evil, but may serve as a reminder of a moment of life.
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Ok! I hope this one lived to expectations and you all enjoyed!
Warnings: heavy Angst, graphic depictions of injury, gore, blood, sh, depressive thoughts, hurt no comfort, uhm let me know if I missed any. This was a kinda dark one.
Synopsis: Zuko gets injured when the gaang is attacked by a group of Ozai sympathizers, reader finds him and has only one option in order to save his life, but is the pain their left with afterwards worth it?
Part 1/2(?)
Smoke filled the air, trees set ablaze as the forest floor lit with the colors of the flames, you could hear distant shouts of your friends, fading as they moved further and further away, the sound of your own breaths and pounding heartbeat taking over instead. With a grunt you send the last of the Ozai sympathizers into a tree, he tumbles with a loud grunt before silence.
Quiet fills the air, only the cracking of flames left to accompany you as you move, trying to find any of your friends. You’d been attacked by a group who still believed in Ozai’s ways, and before any of you had realized it, their plan to separate you all had worked and the forest had been set ablaze. Coughing at the smoke you begin to move where it thins out slightly, calling out for your friends and squinting against the sting in your eyes.
A garbled gasp pulls your attention to a tree, and nothing could have prepared you for the gruesome sight in front of you.
Zuko lays slumped against the trunk of a large tree, hand pressed tightly to his side where dark red gushes to the forest floor through his fingers.
“Zuko!” You’re feet move faster than your mind and in seconds you’re by the fire lords side. Your hands shake so violently they’re practically vibrating as you desperately press the hot flesh of the man’s wounds, met with a sharp sound of pain. “I know, I know. I-I’m sorry I don’t- what do I-“
“I’m- I’m-“ another shaky breath. You moved to try and tear a piece of clothing but your fingers don’t seem to want to work as you fumble, eyes searching frantically for anything, for Katara, for- who knows anymore just something. “Yn. Look at me.” His voice is quiet, tired in a way that alarms you, “I love you.”
That line breaks you more than the red beginning to pool beneath the two of you and a wretched, garbled noise breaks from your lips. “Don’t. Don’t you dare say it like that. We’re gonna- Katara’s gonna get here and she’ll heal you and- or I’ll. I’ll figure something out.” The words blend into a sob as you dig your hands impossibly deeper into his flesh, desperately trying to ignore his gasps and small whimpers. Looking back to his eyes you watch his eyelids begin to droop, blinking as he fights for consciousness. You look back to the flames, far enough now they no longer concern you, instead you get an idea.
The thought is sick, you nearly wretch just picturing it, wracking your brain for any other option, when nothing comes up, and you fully realize no one is going to save you in time, you do what you must. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” You cry as you begin to call that familiar flame to your hands, what normally felt like a rush of energy now a slow, impending doom that washed over you as it flowed to its destination.
“Wha-“ he’s cut off by his own scream, the sound rattling the forest, something you don’t just hear, but feel as it vibrates deep in your bones, accompanied by the hiss of skin melting and fusing. The smell of burning flesh, unlike anything you’ve smelt before, the kind of smell that will haunt you forever, meets your nose, eyes watering as you try desperately to keep your mind steady.
Wails and cries ring through the air, Zuko’s body goes rigid and convulses on the ground, gasping and sucking for air, body unable to figure out what to do, his nails dig into the skin of your forearm, clawing so hard red blooms at them he surface, something you don’t even feel as your hands press into his wound. It takes all your strength to keep going, if you stop now the wound won’t be fully closed, infection could set in, or worse,before that he could bleed out on the mossy floor. You’re eyes lock on the sky, unable to look at your love as his noises see to die to desperate whines and moans.
And after several long minutes, finally
Finally it’s done, your searing hands pull from his skin, smoke falling from the flesh of both your bodies, one final hiss slithering through the air.
You steal yourself enough to finally glance down, as Zuko gives one last violent shake before settling into the ground. You watch his chest rise and fall for several minutes, breath shaky as you pant beside him.
“I found them! Over here guys!” Sokka’s voice breaks through the tense air as he runs towards the wicked scene. “Are you guys o-oh. Oh no.” His words die on his tongue as he takes in the scene, the fire lord rests in a pool of red, you’re kneeled beside him, caked in the blood of the man you love.
“He’s alive.” The rest of the group comes to a halt in front of you, “you should get him back to camp so Katara can finish healing him. I need to- I need to make sure none of them got away. Patrol the area, make sure it’s safe.” Your eyes are empty as you lift your body from the ground, feeling heavier than you remember.
“You should come back too, you don’t look so goo-“
“I’m fine. Just get him back to camp safe. I’ll join you guys later.” Katara goes to argue but stops as Aang rests his hand on her arm. She looks up, nodding as she meets his gaze. Aang steps quickly to the now unconscious Zuko, carefully taking him into his arms jumping onto Appa’s back and slowly laying him down on the soft fur. You survey the man once more, eyes catching on the slow, shaky, rise and fall of his chest before you turn away, stalking slowly into the forest.
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By the time you reach the camp night has fallen, stars decorate the sky and everyone lays asleep in their sleeping bags near the fire. You creep through the camp, grabbing a small rag and making your way towards the river to wash yourself, careful to not disturb any of the sleeping figures.
The rag scrapes against the delicate skin of your palms as your mind wanders, flashes of the blood pooling on the ground, of you sitting their useless, of zuko’s echoing wails and sobs, the feeling of his nails wracking against your skin, the smell of his flesh sizzling beneath your fingers. You shudder, scrubbing harder, your hands now raw and red, bleeding into the river but you can’t bring yourself to stop because no matter how hard you scrub, how deeply you scratch and peel, he’s still on you, his blood, his searing skin, it won’t leave. So you keep scrubbing, silent sobs escaping you without your knowledge as you loose yourself in nothingness.
The sound of steps slowly approaching causes you to become alert, body tugged but still faced away from the shore as Katara’s voice cuts through the night air. “Why don’t you come back to camp hon? I can patch you up.” You don’t spare Katara a glance where she stands on the shore, you can’t tell if she’s referring to your hands or the various gashes and bruises covering your body, whatever it is you can’t bring yourself to care as you keep scrubbing away at your palms.
“I’m fine. Just a few scratches. Go back to bed, I’ll be up in a minute.” She doesn’t take this as the invitation to leave that you had intended, instead she begins to speak again, her words making you flinch softly.
“Zuko’s ok. You saved him, he’s fine now, tired and sore, but he’s alive because of you.” You pause your movements briefly before they pick up again, mind flashing briefly to the haunting scene that got you here.
“He’s never going to look at me the same way again. I- I hurt him. I- I gave him a scar no one should have to bear. You weren’t there you didn’t hear the way he screamed, didn’t see the way he clawed at me, as he begged for the pain to stop. I did that to him. He’s going to hate me and I am going to deserve it. I’m a monster.”
Silence stretches for only a moment before Katara speaks again, “He asked for you. When he woke up.” A shuddering gasp leaves you as you sob into the river, shaking your head. He wouldn’t have, she’s just trying to make you feel better, how could he possibly still want you around after what you did.
The girl sighs as you simply stand there, back to her, eyes still fixated on a spot in the water as she begins to walk back to the camp. You hear her talk to someone in hushed whispers briefly before they lay back down to sleep.
After a few more minutes you dry off, ringing the rag out and hanging it to dry on a branch and make your way back to camp. You slowly unroll your sleeping bag, pulling it away from the fire, the though of the familiar heat nearly makes you throw up, almost able to smell the burning of flesh where you stand. You lay down, back facing the group as you curl in on yourself, shivering but falling slowly into a restless sleep.
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You wake to the sound of voices and people shuffling around, slowly rising to see everyone awake, eating breakfast before you get moving again. Sokka is the first to notice you awake, “hey we made you a bowl!” His voice is forced, attempting to sound cheery but it’s pitched too high, too tight to be real. You nod, carefully taking the hot bowl into your hands, fighting the wince that leaves you as the material meets the raw wounds across your palms. Again, you sit further from the group, eyes blank as you shuffle your food around in your bowl, staring holes into the oatmeal.
“Why don’t you let me patch your hands up really quick. I’m sure that can’t feel good with how raw they are.” Katara’s voice is soft, as if trying to sooth a child, several pairs of eyes burning into your hands but you refuse to look up.
“I’m fine.”
“That looks pretty nasty too.” You finally look up to find Sokka pointing at the bruise blooming on your cheek, a deep purple against the skin swelling, forcing your eye to squint shut.
“I said I’m fine.”
The group looks between one another- minus Toph- worriedly, particularly Zuko who doesn’t know what to do, what’s wrong, how to fix it. What did he do? You won’t even look at him.
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Ok that’s it for now but uh. Should I do a part two???
Anyway hope you enjoyed, I haven’t written something like this in a while so I hope it’s good!
Synopsis: Sokka feels inferior to the rest of the Gaang, he can’t bend, he isn’t the avatar, and he doesn’t think he belongs among them. Maybe the poor guy just needs some comfort late at night, and the reassurance that he’s more special than he thinks
Genre: fluff, very very mild angst, comfort
“I can’t do anything. The fact is, each of you is so amazing and so special and I’m, not. I’m just the guy in the group who’s regular.”
I pause where I stand, stepping back into the shadow of the building. Is that really what Sokka thought of himself? My heart shatters at the confession, wondering just how much I had missed. Sokka was everything light and bright, he was strong and braver than anyone I had ever known, just because he wasn’t a bender didn’t mean he wasn’t special or amazing, in fact he was probably more so purely because he didn’t have those abilities.
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Later in the evening I join Sokka near the fire, away from the rest of the group all sound asleep. The soft padding of my footsteps alerts him of my arrival as his head raises, eyes meeting mine, they still shine like the stars, the flames reflecting off of his irises, but the light inside him is dulled, heavy with thought. I tilt my head to the spot next to him in question and with a nod from him I take a seat.
We sit like that for a moment, soaking in the peaceful silence of the night, a quiet it feels like we haven’t had in a long time, not since we left the South Pole at least.
“You know. I think you’re more special than any of those guys.” His head whips around, eyes wide, eyebrows shot up in question. His mouth opens but before he can say anything I speak again. “I know it’s hard, with all this change and chaos, to believe in yourself or see you the way we do. The way I do. But you’re the most amazing guy I’ve ever met.”
My mind wanders back to home, to my memories of the brave boy in front of me.
…
“Hah! Got ya’!” Sokka huffs as he plummets back, a snowball stuck to his face.
“Not fair Yn!” He takes off running, chasing me as we giggle. Katara laughs from the side, hiding behind a pile of snow to launch a sneak attack on her brother.
But before much more can happen, the three of us all pause, faces turning to stair at the sky as what resembles black snow begins to fall. The men of the tribe begin to call out to one another as the shadow of a ship comes into view.
The fire nation.
“Katara go get mom!” Sokka is already moving, little feet padding through the snow as he takes my hand, leading me back to the rest of our tribe. “Yn you need to hide!” His little hands try to shoo me as he moves to help the older men who prepare for the attack.
“No! I’m not leaving you, come on!” I try to pull the stubborn child with me, hoping my mom is still safe in our home.
“I’m going to help Yn. I have to. But you have to hide, you can’t get hurt.” No matter how little he is, how tiny his voice sounds against the raging panic, I know he’s too stubborn to convince and too brave to do anything else. I pull him into a hug, sharp, quick, I feel his heart beat against mine, too fast, too loud. I pull away, eyes filling with tears that drip down my tiny face as I step back and run to my mom.
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I crash to the front of the crowd, spear raised high as I walk to stand beside Sokka. That ship. That ship was back again with the black snow and this time I wasn’t a helpless child, I wasn’t going to run again. The boy glances sideways at me, probably about to argue but snapping his mouth closed at the look on my face. “Hand over the Avatar and we won’t hurt any of you.”
The Prince of the fire nation speaks as if it’s the simplest thing in the world, arguing back and forth with Sokka. I begin to think of a way out of this, of a way to get everyone out safely, but I’m cut off by the sound of Sokka charging, boomerang clattering off the princes helmet as he falls to the ground.
Soldiers move from either side of us, aiming at Sokka and I act before I can think as the boy is kicked back, using my spear as if it were a sort of staff, blocking the fire that comes towards us.
…
“I’ve always known how brave you are and well- I just thought you did too. Because you’re Sokka! You don’t need to be able to bend to save us. You’ve gotten us out of more sticky situations than I can count, you think fast and act faster. You are so smart, and you light up every room, you keep us alive in the ways that count. I think that makes you more amazing than any of those guys back there.”
I finish quietly, eyes shooting down to my fidgeting hands as my face goes red.
“You really think I’m brave?”
Sokka’s voice is soft, softer than usual, and when I look up his eyes are wet and glassy.
“I know you are, braver and stronger and more special and amazing than anyone else.”
We sit with that for all of two seconds before I feel his lips on mine, soft, joined by wet tears as they fall down his face . We pull apart and my hand moves to wipe at his cheeks. Just as i start to pull my hand away, his shoots up to grab me, pressing his face further into my palm and keeping it there.
“Your mom would be proud of you.”
Another quiet huff of a sob escapes the boy and my heart breaks just a little more as I move to pull him into me, cradling his head as it nestles into my neck.
“You really think so?”
“I know it.” I hush him, slowly raking my fingers through his hair and letting my lips touch his forehead softly. I look up to the sky, eyes finding the moon shimmering in the night, “and I know she would be too.” Part of me feels guilty at the thought of Yue, but something shines a little brighter after I speak, and I think it’s her way of thanking me for taking care of the boy we both came to love. “And I’m proud of you too.”
With a final sniffle the boy rises, wiping his face furiously. “I think I love you.” My heart stutters at his confession, and my eyes go wide staring at him.
“I think I love you too.” We kiss for the second time that night, soft, slow, hesitant.
After another moment of silence wrapped in each others embrace, we move to sleep, I crawl into my sleeping back, tucking it up to my chin with one last whispered goodnight.
Synopsis-ish: If Achilles was the lion, the best warrior of his generation- Aristos Achaion. Then Yn was the lioness, the best warrioress of her generation-The lonely bride some called her. The two share god-gifted power but at a cost of their own damnation.
“Aristos Achaion!”
“Aristos Achaion!”
Cheers filled the beach as another, and final, ship docked onto the island. Cheers that meant only one thing, prince Achilles was here, the golden boy blessed by his goddess mother. I of course couldn’t deny my curiosity, I hadn’t yet met the charming prince of Pthia, but I chose to keep my face neutral, remaining rooted where I stood beside Odysseus.
As the sea of people parted, two boys came ashore, Achilles, who even without his mothers tricks of pulling his god side out, shone brighter than anyone else, his golden hair flowing in the light breeze, tan skin stretched over muscle unlike those on Ajax, no his were not bulky or rough, they were long and smooth, carved-literally- from the gods.
Of course he was followed by Patroclus, his closest confidant and friend…from what I’d heard-and seen even in those short moments- even hidden lover.
I hadn’t realized my eyes had unfocused until Odysseus moved forward just a step, looking I realized he was ready to get involved in a showdown between our young prince and Agamemnon, he stops only when Achilles speaks, earning cheers from the crowd of soldiers but a steely glare and tight jaw from the king. It is at this moment I notice the familiar feeling of eyes on me, only to turn and meet Patroclus’ studying gaze. I don’t mind, all have heard of me, but a woman in war is unsightly, unheard of, near dishonorable if not for my god-given prophecy.
However he did not look with malice, merely curiosity, such as that of a small child, a gave a polite nod, the corner of my mouth crooking up slightly. His cheeks heated red and he let his head fall quickly after, I nearly laugh at another show of his almost childlike behavior.
I compose myself quickly however, as everyone begins to disperse to finish setting up camp for the night before dinner.
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I sit between Odysseus and Achilles at dinner, Odysseus doesn’t mind sitting with a woman even as she prepares for war, nor has he ever seemed to look at me as the others do, but rather as another general and leader, and Achilles seems to be as curious about me as I am him.
“Prince Achilles. I don’t believe I ever got the chance to properly introduce myself. I am Yn Princess and general of(idk insert kingdom of Greece I can’t think rn I’m sorry)” I let a practiced smirk fall on my face, stretching a bad toward him smoothly.
“Ah- it’s is a pleasure, I’ve heard much about you.”
“And I you.”
And with that we turn back to eat in silence.
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Later, I wake in the middle of the night, not to noise, but to an unatural stillness, sweat clings to my skin and I stick sickly to my pallet. I push up, wiping my eyes and stepping out of my tent only to realize the night air is even worse, not refreshing at all, it’s still and hot, there is no wind, no solace from the heat. I stretch and look around, padding around camp for a moment, taking a slow walk towards the water, praying it’s cooler than the stifling air around me.
Just as I reach the sandy shore, I spot a figure crouching down, splashing the sea water onto his face and once I get closer I recognize Patroclus. I continue to approach, he finally hears me and lifts his head, giving a polite greeting as he sits back onto his ankles.
“Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all.”
We sit in silence for several minutes, looking to the sky and dipping or toes and fingers in the water to try and find some bit of relief.
“Do you ever wish you hadn’t been the chosen one?”
I turn my head to him then, my brows furrow as I try hard to think.
“I mean, do you ever wish you could have just been a normal princess? Get married, live peacefully in a castle.”
“No.” My answer is simple and final and the silence comes again for several more minutes before I decide I might as well continue. “That life always seemed like a prison to me.” A pause as I sit back up, fiddling with the grains of sand. “Even before the prophecy I hated the typical princess things as you might say. I hated dressing up, hated learning how to be proper, hated every lesson but dancing.”
“Dancing?” The shock is evident in his voice causing a short laugh to bubble up and out of my mouth, the sound also seemingly shocking to the boy.
“Yes. Dancing, I loved that, still do. I think it’s because combat is similar to a dance, a dance of death of course. It can be graceful and fluid, it feels like a performance. But I remember sneaking off to watch the boys of our kingdom learn to fight, I’d stare from my place hidden behind a wall, picking up whatever information I could and I’d practice it in my room at night.” Another sad laugh, memories fill my mind as I stare out at the still sea.
“It’s- I am a disgrace, the only reason I am forgiven is because the gods have bent me to their will. But one-one man, one general he- he caught me one day, I thought I was done for. I’d be exiled or married off early or executed for all to see. Instead he took me under his wing, he taught me in secret how to fight, each night I got better, that’s when Athena made her appearance, blessing me and revealing my destiny. ‘I was to be the greatest lioness there ever was. But I was be lonely in my den and lonesome in my death as no man wanted a lioness and there is only one lion. One whose destiny did not align with mine.’ So of course my secret couldn’t be kept, my father found out, he dint speak to me again until three years later, but you cannot deny the will of the gods so I trained, became the warrior they wanted of me. The general was executed two days after the news came out, and I began private lessons with someone else, hidden, because for someone to see a woman out of her place was a horror.”
“I’m-I’m sorry.”
“Do not be. It is my life, my fate, we all have our paths set out for us, and this is mine.”
More minutes of silence before I stand slowly, “I think it’s time I try to get more rest. You should as well, I’m sure prince Achilles will have notice your absence by now.” I wink as he can only gape up at me. “Your secret is safe with me.”
He scrambles to his feet, “how did- I-i know nothing of what you are talking about.”
“As I said, your secret is safe with me. I know what it’s like to be different in this world and who am I to harm another for no wrong doing.”
I turn before he can speak again, trailing slowly back to my tent, “goodnight Patroclus.”
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And I’ve been thinking what if there was a cleaner- Jabbers twin sis and she’s kinda like him kinda not but she works for the good guys and is with Zanka
It all started when that spherite came around. I hadn’t seen my twin in long enough to almost forget him…hahaha..then that freak dipshit came around and suddenly I have to see that assholes face again.
“Sis!! long time no see ahaha!” I glare as Jabber jumps on his toes like a toddler.
A smirk slowly pulls at my lips, growing until I’m in a fit of laughter. Soon I hear my brothers own join mine in a sinful tune, eerily the same. I can see Zanka from the corner of my eye, realization dawning on him in real time. Shit. I knew not telling him about my brother would get me in trouble one day and now here we are.
I’m the first to jump, neurotoxins seeping from my claws as they slowly grow in size- it’s a purple similar to the color of Jabbers clothes- a fact that makes me sneer.
“Ooh sis this is just gonna be so fun don’t ya think! Family bonding and all…”
He’s fast as ever on his feet and I can’t help the twisted smile on my face. “You know after you ran off with the janitor crew I didn’t think I’d ever see you again!”
“Oh brother how I’ve missed you.” Another jump, another dodge, “Really- I love being reminded I’m the prettier twin! I forgot how fun it is.”
A laugh, a dance- one we’ve played one too many times. We continue like this, with me ensuring he never gets closer to Zanka…oh Zanka, he’s seeing my wild side come out- oh the fun..
“You know sis- I think you’re getting rusty, the poo crew really ain’t doing you any good are they.” I narrowly missed a swing from him as my head swung back to ensure Zanka was where I left him.
“Ooh hoo hooooo found your weak point sis.” My smile drops- oh no he doesn’t.
But I’m slow
Too slow
I watch him dash- a blur of his locks as he swings by claws nicking my side on the way. I gasp a short laugh bubbling up before I can stop it. But what I will stop? Is him getting his hands on my grump.
I move, before his poison has fully taken affect- I shouldn’t have been able to but sheer will gets me going. Soon im in front of him- staring at my own face in his, a perfect mirror of each other. Identical twins.
He realizes a second too late my hand is halfway in his abdomen and he laughs, an ugly gurgling sounds I can’t help but mimic for some sick reason. “Oh ou played good sis! I miss that- missed ya haha.”
“Ah- ahahaha!” I don’t miss his hand in my own stomach but it finally hits as blood bubbles past my lips dripping down my teeth and chin. We drop at the same time, another twisted mirror of one another.
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Someone picked Jabber from the ground, I was too busy tripping to realize.
“Yn! Hey- hey look at me!” Someone’s hand is on my face, I can now feel the smile stretched too wide across it laughs uncontrollably bubbling out with spurts of my own blood. “Oh love.. oh love it’s ok.” I seemed to have missed the slow stream of tears also flowing down my face. Whipped my the mystery hand.
“Hey! Zanka what’s going on!” Enjin clambers over followed by the others. My eyes are unnaturally wide still, stuck in between reality and my imagination as my body spasms uncontrollably.
“He-Jabber- the guy he. Oh god. Some toxin- they were fighting and I couldn’t- and.”
“Slow down kid. It’ll be ok. Let get her back to hq and you can tell me what happened once you’ve calmed dow-“
“AHAHAHAHHHAHAAA AHH!” Their heads snap to face me, my life sending a shiver down Zankas spine- it’s unnatural, not me and all too like my apparent brothers.
“Hey- shh shh love it’s ok. It’s ok.” His full attention is back to me, hands back to my face, wiping tears and blood alike. Something in my body somehow- someway relaxes, eyes falling slightly, mouth relaxing just a tiny bit, but enough that Zanka notices, he always notices.
“Ok then- so let’s get crazy chick-“ Zankas up to his feet in a flash, hand around Enjins throat before he can continue, “woah! Sorry man!”
The boy drops him, turning back to my body, carefully picking me up with quiet shush’s as he begins moving to the entrance, not caring to ensure everyone followed him, everyone looks back and forth in confusion before going along in silence themselves. Who knows what happened down here- whatever it was set Zanka off that bad, they’ve never seen him like that- and that’s all they needed to know.
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I stare at my hands in silence, no one knows I’m awake and I relish in the quiet, turning to stare out the window of the infirmary. They’re all gonna hate me aren’t they.
Oh god and Zanka
Oh Zanka
I don’t know how he’s going to look at me ever again.
My question is answered when the door creaks open and a familiar head pops in. “You-you’re awake!” God I can’t help but stare as his cheeks slowly tinge pink and he stumbles to my side. “How are feeling? Do I need to go get the nurse? The boss? Water? A pillow? Is it too hot- or or cold?”
He stops himself abruptly, eyes meeting my own that are already welling with tears, his eyes soften as he takes my trembling hand in his. Yet again he somehow just understands.
“I love you. You know? Seeing you like that- it scared me. Like whole body terror that left me debilitated kind of fear. And when you jumped in to save me and I saw you fall and oh there was so much blood. God I’m so glad you’re ok. Oh baby. And I hope you know I don’t blame you for not telling me. you would’ve. I know you would’ve. Just- when the time was right.”
I make the move to pull him into a hug in order to stop his rambling, our body’s melting together as his hand moves to stroke my head. My tears finally slip free, I’m too tired to hold them in.
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Zanka ends up cuddled up on my bed, our bodies tangled in sleep. Semiu is the first to spot us, slipping out quietly at the sight, warning the others of the two of us.
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Ok guys I know it sucks but I haven’t written in a while and yeah. So hope it was ok, bye bye loves, Thank you for reading!🩷
Synopsis: Y/n is a new transfer from the special victims unit, while she's covered in muscle like Morgan, she's as nervous as Spencer, all trembling hands and quiet voices.
Reader is based slightly off me, in the sense of a few habits (like scratching hands) and in the fact she's meant to be noticeably muscular and broad. So like a buff ball of anxiety.
I shiver, the air is crisp this time of year, nipping at my face and making my fingers hurt even in the short distance from my car to the FBI building in front of me. With one last shake of my head to clear my thoughts, I open the door with shaking hands. inside I'm met with a kind but clearly tired receptionist behind the main desk, fingers typing away groggily at her keyboard before she looks up to face me where I stop before her.
"uh, hello. I'm Agent, L/N. I'm transferring here from our Special victims unit." I attempt a confident smile, but it wobbles on my face and my hands tremble where they sit on the counter. My fingers scratch at my skin. a bad habit I'd developed in my youth and had never quite kicked.
"Ah yes, welcome agent. The BAU is on the second floor, Agent Hotchner will be waiting for you." She passes my new badge to me with a small smile and I nod before moving to the elevator doors.
I try to compose myself in the seconds of my elevator ride, I can't seem unsure in my interview. I'd always been a nervous person but after everything that had happened with my old team, joining this one felt like a larger step than I could take. No. I quickly remove the thoughts from my brain and take a deep breath, flattening my blouse where it stretches uncomfortably over my biceps and shoulders before brushing any stray hairs from my face. The elevator dings and step off into a large room, there's a large area of desks, people sitting and some, others simply piled with what I assume is extra paper work no one wants to do, there's a set of stairs and a balcony leading to private offices on one side of the space and an open doorway leading to another room on another.
The sound of my heels clicking against the flooring sounds like drums through my body and I pray it's not as loud as I feel it is. Some heads turn to face me as I step up the stairs, reading each door plague for Hotchner's. Eventually finding it at an open door, I knock on the frame and the man inside lifts his head, nodding for me to come inside.
I take one, long, steadying breath, composing myself as I step inside and take seat at his desk. "Agent Hotchner, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." My hand shakes his and I pray he doesn't notice the trembling that seems to be a constant in these past months.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well agent L/N." He clears his throat before speaking again, asking simple questions he already knows all the answers to in order to hear them from myself I'm sure. After our conversation, I follow him back out of his office to meet the rest of the team. We walk back down the steps, towards the desks I saw earlier, except this time there's a group of six people standing there. I scan them, picking at my hands as we come to a stop in front of them.
"Everyone, this is Agent Y/n L/n, she's our new transfer from the Special victims unit based in New York. L/n, this is agents, Rossi," he points to the older gentleman who smiles and waves warmly, "Jareau," he points to the blond woman next.
She leans forward, taking my hand with a bright smile, "You can call me JJ, it's nice to meet you."
"Emily," A slightly older, dark haired woman takes my hand as well, giving it a polite shake. "Morgan," A dark skinned man, broad with muscle waves with a smirk and wink that makes me cringe internally. "Garcia," he barely finishes getting her name out before the colorfully clothed woman springs forward with a bright smile, taking my hand in both of hers.
"Hello, it's so nice to finally meet you! I'm Penelope, you're local tech whizz and hot mama! I've read some of your files and I can just tell we're gonna be best friends!" I wish I could tell her no, tell her that I made that mistake once as her hands leave my own.
I offer the best smile I can, "It's nice to meet you as well."
"And lastly, Dr. Reid." I turn to the last man, taller than the other, but thin, with long limbs hidden under khaki pants and a button down, a vest layered on top. A strand of his long hair falls in front of his face, a small, awkward smile sat on his lips. He males no move to shake my hand but offers a small wave instead.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you all, I'm excited to begin working with this team." My hands still scratch at themselves as I smile shyly.
"You don't have to seem so scared sweetheart, we don't bite. Unless you want us to." My direction is brought back to Morgan who sends me another wink, and this time I can't hide the small twinge in my face as he does so, he catches it with a small pout forming on his lip as everyone laughs.
"Don't worry, he's like that with everyone, eventually he'll catch the hint and lay off ya a bit." JJ smiles at me before Hotchner speaks again.
"Reid, why don't you show her around for a moment? We have a new case so be to the conference room in thirty everyone.
We all nod and I turn to Dr. Reid who's already looking at me. "Uh hi, so this is our main desk area but I'll show you your desk later. So, this is the server room...and lastly the break room. We exit the little kitchenette area, stepping back into the main area and he leads me to an empty desk. "So, you'll be here, if you need anything feel free to let any of us know."
"I will, thank you Dr."
His face flushes softly, "Oh, you can call me Spencer, or Reid, no need for formalities."
"Oh uh yeah of course, thank you Reid." I check my watch, deciding I have enough time to set myself up before the briefing. I don't have much, a set of old pens and pencils that go in the small cup left on the edge, some other stationary, and lastly an old photo, sitting in a small frame that I place softly at the corner of my desk space.
I sigh, facing my old team, before everything happened. I remember the night we took the picture, all buzzed slightly, hanging off each other with bright smiles in a small pub back in New York, the flash of light from the camera causing a twinkle in everyone's eyes.
(I'm to lazy to come up with a case rn sorry guys)
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The plane ride back from Ohio is a long one, the sky is dark as we fly, everyone spread throughout the space, sleeping or listening to music quietly. I sit at an empty table, staring out the window as I unconsciously itch at my right hand.
"Yo Y/n?" I turn at Derek's voice, ringing far too loud this late at night, "What's your gym routine?" I simply blink in confusion, "I just mean, you're like ripped, almost as strong as me." He chuckles at the end of his sentence.
"What I think Derek is trying to say is, he jealous of your muscles and so are the rest of us."
"Oh-uh thanks? I just- well I've been working out since my early teens so I guess- well I don't know uh-" A nervous chuckle, the only time my mass get's brought up is in a negative light, from high school bullies, to men saying the 'can't date another man'.
"ignore them, they're just nosy, like to pick at everything, they mean it as a good thing though. I promise." Spencer slides into the seat in front of me.
"Hey!"
"Of course, I hope I didn't hurt your feelings or make you uncomfortable. Truly."
JJ and Morgan speak at the same time and I nod to JJ, letting out a small thank you.
It's quiet again, Reid still hasn't left his spot with me, reading his book, occasionally biting at his finger nails. "You're causing sores."
His voice shocks me even if it's soft. My head whips up and he continues, "You're scratching, you've been doing it all day. It's a common stress response, often people with anxiety have pain stims like it."
"oh-uh yeah, I've been doing it since I was a kid, was never really to stop it. i know it's a bad habit but uh," I trail off and he nods in understnading.
"I didn't mean to criticize in any way, I understand. After a really bad case a few years back, I've uh- I've done similar, not so much anymore, but I still bite my nails."
I nod, smiling softly as he goes off on a tangent about ticks and habits picked up in childhood which lead to another tangent and another and another. I didn't mind, listening in the silent of the night.
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Ok, that is all for now but let me know if you want me to continue this as a series, (my original plan)! Please let me know, I won't continue unless you guys are interested. Thank you for reading!
How much longer does the youngest Winchester have before she forgets her big brothers? What do those brothers do when the cause is nothing supernatural?
Tw: Angst, medical inaccuracies, dementia, talks of illness and death, bad writing.
“Hey! Bring this to the room while I get things cleaned up out here will you?” Dean tosses his duffel at me without waiting for an answer, making me roll my eyes but chuckle softly.
“Sure, uh- what, what room are we in again?” I swear he just told me, but I can’t remember, it’s like I can’t pull the memory out from where it’s stuck in my brain.
“Seriously? I just said” he sighs and laughs softly, “room 115 kid.”
I shake my head, deciding I’m just tired and grin at my brother, taking everything and heading to the room with Sammy.
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“Hey Sammy? What’s that uh- the stuff that we use on the vampires?” We’re currently hunting a vampire nest in Oklahoma, we’ve tracked them down and plan to move in the morning, currently I’m sitting at the table reading up on anything we can last minute in our dingy hotel room; I can’t seem to remember what we are using on the vampires, which is something I need to know for a VAMPIRE hunt.
Sam’s eyes fill with concern as he looks my way, brows creasing, “you ok kid? We’ve hunted plenty of Vamps, you know this. Dead man’s blood.”
I try to laugh it off, chuckling nervously, my hand finds the back of my neck, “haha- uh yeah I’m good, just didn’t sleep well last night I guess.” That’s not all a lie, I’ve not been sleeping lately, maybe three hours a night the past few days when I’m lucky and it’s starting to catch up to me, I’m paranoid, and more than a hunter normally should be.
“Ok, but you can tell me if something else is going on ok? Why don’t you go lay down?”
I nod, slipping into the bed even though I know it will be another restless night.
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I feel someone’s hand on me from behind, I scream, twisting around and pulling my arm back.
“Woah kid, calm down it’s just me.” Dean chuckles as I lower my arm, panting as goosebumps paint my skin.
“Not funny Dean.” My brows furrow, his do too, we always scare each other like that, but lately I’ve been so jumpy it’s not even fun anymore.
“Ok, ok. Sorry kid, didn’t mean to scare you too bad.”
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The motel room is dimly lit by the lamp in the corner, I’m laying on my side, facing away from my talking brothers so they can’t tell I’m still not asleep even though I laid down two hours ago.
“Dean. I’m worried, something is wrong with her.” I freeze at Sam’s voice.
“I know, I just- what could it be? We haven’t been on a witch hunt recently, so she hasn’t been hexed, she hasn’t run into anything new right?”
Sam’s head shakes softly, “no, no but something not right. I mean forgetting what we use dead man’s blood for? Never being able to remember our room number? Dean the other day she asked me if it was Iron or nickel that we used on ghosts. She’s been hunting ghosts for like eight years now.”
“You’re right, and I know she hasn’t been sleeping much lately, she’s exhausted and so jumpy. I wasn’t even trying to scare her, I mean I walked in the room loudly so I didn’t and she jumped and tried to punch me when I touched her the other day.”
I feel two pairs of worried eyes on me, fighting the urge to shrink into myself as my brothers watch my “sleeping” form. They’re right, that’s what scares me. Something is wrong and I don’t know what.
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“Hey kid, time to get up.” A few weeks have passed since my brothers first addressed the elephant in the room, but still none of us can’t put our fingers on what’s wrong. Of course I say I’m fine but recently everything’s getting worse, my hands are constantly shaking, I feel weak, but the worst thing was when I forgot who Bobby was for a second when he called me. I stalled to pick up the phone trying to remember if I knew a Bobby.
I fall out of bed and practically crawl to the bathroom to wash up before we leave, and a man walks into the door “I’ve got breakfast! Dean I got you a heart attack on a plate, and I got you some waffles kid.” I pause, who- who is that?
Dean clearly knows him, and something deep down, screaming in my gut says I do too. I try desperately to recognize the face, the tall build, the long hair and sparkling eyes. I- I can’t. I shakily exhale, my hands practically vibrating as I subconsciously scoot closer to Dean.
The two men in the room clearly notice, worry washing over their faces. The man I can’t recognize sets the bags of food down, stepping closer to me with a frown, and Dean turns to look me in the eye. As the man moves closer I take a step back without thinking, grabbing deans sleeve softly, tears gather in my waterline and I fight to keep them from falling. I jump at the sound of a car in the parking lot.
What is going on?
What is happening to me?
“Kid, what’s going on?” Dean leans further to my level, sensing my unease and blocking my sight from the unknown man.
“Who-who is that Dean?” He freezes, turning to the man, before back to me, “him?” He points to the only other person in the room, who’s now frozen with a look I can only call horror on his face. I nod, to scared to speak, “That’s Sammy kiddo. You know Sam he’s our brother. Come on kid what’s going on? Are you trying to play a prank?”
Suddenly memories start to come back to me. Sam. I just forgot my own brother. I just- what the hell is going on with me?
“I don’t, Dean I don’t know what’s going on.” Tears fall freely now as I go to hug Sam, “I remember you, I remember now. I’m so sorry.”
He hugs me back tightly, shushing me as he pats my hair, “shh kid, it’s ok, it’ll be ok.”
“You really didn’t remember him did you?”
“Nuh uh, something’s wrong, I mean I didn’t- I didnt know who you were when you walked through that door. Like something in my body told me I did but I couldn’t place who you were or how I knew you. You were a stranger.”
The boys both let our sighs of their own before Dean speaks up, “Well, Cas is MIA, have you run into anything new? Different? Something that could have caused this?”
I think, but shake my head softly, nothing.
Sam speaks up slowly, cautiously, “I did some research, looked into the not supernatural possibilities,” he clears his throat, “ uhm. Everything is pointing to something called Frontotemporal dementia.”
“Dementia?! She’s sixteen, she can’t have dementia! Isn’t that like for old people?”
“It’s the one kind that can affect teens. Dean everything she’s going through, it matches perfectly with the explanation.”
“No. No that’s not possible. No.”
“Dean.” My voice is soft, “he’s right, it could be this.”
“My baby sis can’t get dementia.” Tears are in his eyes and I can tell he’s just as scared as I am. I hug him softly, gripping his shirt softly.
“We should take her to a hospital, they can do tests and see what it is.” Dean pulls away from me and nods at Sam’s words.
“Ok, ok well then, let’s go.”
He grabs his keys, quickly fleeing the room, we follow.
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I sit patiently in the hospital room, gown letting the air hit my body, causing goosebumps to crawl over my skin. I’m hooked up to a heart monitor and a couple other small machines, a medical bracelet scratching at my wrist as I twist it around my finger.
“It’s ok, it’s gonna be ok, it’s probably not dementia, it’s something simple. We can fix it and go home and everything will be fine. Ok kid?” I nod at deans words, but I’m not sure if he’s trying to convince me or himself at this point.
Dean has always taken care of me and Sammy, he’ll he raised me, more than John ever did. I’m terrified, something is going wrong in my brain and for once I don’t have a supernatural explanation for it. It’s not something I can burn or hunt.
But Dean. God he’s gotta be petrified, I can see it in his stiff shoulders, the way his eyes, now dull, refuse to meet mine, in the way he grips my hand so tightly; like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.
Or forget him.
I forgot Sam.
I forgot Bobby.
I- is there someone else I’ve forgotten? Someone that just erased from my memory and I didn’t know? There could be a whole other person, someone I spent my life with, someone I’ve known for years and… and they could be gone. The memories could be ripped from my head.
I try to say everyone’s names every day, practice words that I struggle with, my voice lagging behind sometimes. But what if I’m missing someone and don’t even realize.
I’m pulled from my spiral as a nurse knocks on the door before entering with a clip board in hand. “Hey sweetheart. We have to bring you in for the MRI now ok?” I nod, standing slowly, shakily. My brothers brace themselves, like I’m a baby deer learning to walk, like my body could fail at any moment. “Brothers, you can wait in here and we’ll be back as soon as the scanning is done.
Dean opens his mouth, likely to protest as his face contorts in anger, but Sam cuts him off. “That’s perfect. Thank you. Good luck kid, we’re right here, everything will be ok.”
Dean pulls me into a shaking hug, pressing his face into my hair, “I love you kid. We’ll be right here ok, I’ll see you as soon as you get back ok.”
I nod, taking in a breath before separating from my brother and following my nurse down the bland hallways.
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I’m back in the room, sitting in tense silence, my brothers sitting on either side of my bed. The TV is on, audio playing lowly, but no body watches it as we wait for someone to come back with the results and my fate.
I’m yet again startled by a knock, the doctor that took those scans, his name plate reads as “Dr.Murray”
His face is solem as he clears his throat, coming to stand in front of us. “Well. It’s a good thing you brought her in. I’ll say that.” A deep sigh leaves his mouth as my brothers grips on my hands get impossibly tighter, “We are seeing some deterioration of the pre-frontal cortex. Everything is pointing to frontotemporal dementia.”
“So what-what can we do?” Sam’s voice is water, quiet.
“Well, there’s not a lot, there’s no cure. We have treatments to lessen some symptoms, and other than that we can keep her comfortable and around familiar faces.”
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Deans voice is loud as he stands, moving closer to the poor doctor, “no! No there has to be something you can do! You can’t be that freaking worthless! I’m not letting my sister forget everyone and die here man. You are the doctor you have to do something!” His voice continues to escalate, now pointing an accusing finger at Dr. Murray who looks nothing but sympathetic, maybe a hint of pity.
“Dean. Dean you need to calm down.” It’s Sam’s voice that cuts him from his stupor- well, somewhat. Not really actually, his focus just shifts to our brother.
“No sam! You’re saying you’re ok with him saying we just have to let her continue to forget everything? Let her continue to deteriorate in front of us?! Hell no!”
“Dean. Dean it’s ok, im going to be ok.” He finally seems to calm as I speak, sorting back in his chair.
“Listen, I understand this is a lot to take in. I’ll give you guys some space, some time. We’ll get miss Winchester started on some IV medications, and proceed with further testing. We’ll have her moved to a long-term stay room, and we can have accommodations set for you to stay with her if that is what you wish.”
“That would be amazing. Thank you Dr.” Said doctor nods tightly before leaving, the door shutting softly behind him.
———
I’m settled into a bed in the “long-term stay” room, played back with pads on my chest, something attached to my head, and needles slowly dripping into my arms. I stare at the ceiling, the room is dark, and Dean is still gripping my hand, folded uncomfortably over my bed despite the cot the hospital provided. Sam is passed out on the couch, snoring softly.
“Dean.”
“Yeah kid.”
“I don’t know if I wanna die.” He flinches softly, “I guess I’m not scared of dying. But I’m scared of what comes before. I don’t wanna forget you guys. I heard people go crazy, they change personalities. One girl forgot her own son, tried to attack him anytime he entered the room, he was just a kid. I don’t wanna be mean to you Dean. I don’t wanna forget you.”
“Hey, hey kiddo. Hey. Everything is going to be ok. You’re not gonna die. Ok? We’ll figure this out.”
“No dean. You heard the doctor, there’s no cure, I don’t know how long I have till I can’t function, till I forget everyone important to me. Till I become a different person.”
“No kid. You listen to me. We are Winchesters ok? We’ve literally fought through hell and came out alive. Ok? We’ll figure it out. I’ll figure it out.”
I decide to let myself listen to my brother, even though we both know there’s nothing we can do. There’s no monster we can kill, no object we can burn or hex bag we can throw away. This is real. This is something that I can’t get rid of. Something not supernatural.
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Okkk sorry I know this writing sucks so bad but I was a little stuck at some points. Also I’m so sorry for all the medical inaccuracies, I tried to follow some of what five read and the rest is kind of what I came up with? Anyway hope you enjoyed. Bye loves.
I haven’t been able to get this song out of my head and recently the scenario so here it goes
I fidget nervously as I wait for my cue to go on stage, Chan’s vocals the background of my growing panic, only causing it to be worse of course as it brings me back to last night.
(Im on my phone so I can’t italicize)
*Earlier*
Chan groans low in his throat as I try my vocals again, “You’re doing it wrong.” He snaps, voice quiet but his tone is harsh enough he doesn’t need to yell.
“What do you mean I’m doing it wrong?” I throw my hands up in air quotes around the word “wrong” my voice more strained than usual.
I’m tired, he’s tired, we’ve been at this for hours, perfecting our surprise duet for the fans, almost obsessively. A glance to the clock would show the blaring 2:00 am, but neither of us care to- or dare to acknowledge the outrages time in the studio.
“You can’t seem to do anything right! The fans are gonna be disappointed and it’s your fault! The dance earlier-“
I cut him off, “I stumbled ONE time Chan!”
“And now you can’t even get your voice high enough- hell I can go higher!” He continues ranting, voice growing in tension and volume as he goes, stepping closer to me slowly.
“Maybe this is a mistake then!” He knows I don’t just mean the song, knows the depth behind the words.
“Maybe it is!” He rips his hands from their place in his hair, panting softly. “we’re done for the night. Get home safe.” He grumbles lowkey as he storms from the room.
I breathe in as stead as I can, sinking to the floor as I try to calm down. Blinking, I notice the tears falling down my face. “This is ridiculous.” I pick myself up from the floor, starting a new track (idk music stuff) and singing my lines again, I’ll get it right.
——
“Have you seen Yn noona?” Jeongin speaks, swallowing a mouthful of egg.
“Come to think of it no. Not since last night. Channie Hyung?”
“Huh?” He picks his head up from the table at the sound of Felix’s voice, eyes tired and red.
“When you came home, was Yn with you?”
“Ye-“ he cursed himself off as he thinks, no, she never followed him out. “No.”
“What do you mean no! You always leave together, how late were you there anyway!”
“I- we had an argument, I left at two. I guess I was so angry I didn’t stop to think if she followed me out or not.”
“Chan!” Everyone around the table exclaims, Minho even snaking him upside the back of his head softly.
Just as the panic begins to set in, the front door to the door opens and soft footsteps approach the kitchen. “Sorry I’m late, I missed my alarm.”
Yn looks worse than Chan, eye bags deep and dark, eyes red and puffy. She makes her way to the table slowly, freshly made cup of coffee in hand, thank you Changbin. She plops in a chair unceremoniously, taking an apple from the bowl in the center of the table. “I got those vocals re-recorded. They should be right this time.”
The words, whilst calm, tear through Chan. “How late were you out noona?” Jisung’s voice pulls him from his thoughts
Her head falls back as she thinks, “uh, I think like 4. I don’t, I don’t know.”
Again, sounds of protests fill the dining room, and Chan nervously looks to the girl, regret filling him even further than the night before.
———
(Now)
“You’re my forbidden fruit- forbidden fruit.”
Chans voice fades as the ring carrying me slowly comes to the stage, my voice filling the stadium, fog flowing out and covering the stage, the lights harsh and soft all at the same time.
“I had a taste, there’s nothing sweeter. On my lips I’ve kissed the reaper.”
I step down, dress trailing behind me as I step forward, making my way to a huffing Chan, who stands perfectly poised. I can’t help but admire the way the light hits his white suit, ruffled lightly from the effort of his performance. Our voices begin again, together this time as I continue my path, “it’s so much stronger than you know.”
I meet him finally, hand falling into his, my face desperate as my voice, “Temptation, I can’t escape you. Escape you.” Tears fall from my eyes unwillingly as we spin, reminding me of a scene from phantom of the opera or some other movie similar.
We part dramatically again, “clawing” to each other.
“Oh- temptation, I can’t escape you. Escape you. Desire, you’re my forbidden fruit, forbidden fruit.” The song ends with his hand softly rested on my face, thumb whipping at the tears as the music fades and the lights dim.
——
Screams erupt from the stands, fans yelling and shrieking at our performance. Did I do good? Did I do it right this time? I don’t realize I’ve spoken the words out loud until I hear Chan, softer than I think I’ve ever heard, “yes. Yes you did everything right, you did it perfect, you always do it perfect.”
We can’t seem to pull ourselves apart until we are forced by staff, the one taking my grumbling at the moisture on my face, ushering me to the makeup station for a touch up before we’re rushed back out with the rest of the members this time.
We all speak, closing the concert for the night, thanking Stay, hoping they enjoyed the surprise song as we duck back behind stage with a collective sigh.
———
“Damn. Channie hyping and Yn are going crazy viral. Everyone loves you guys.”
“Yeah! You’re being shipped harder than before!”
“I agree with Stay on this one, the chemistry out there was crazy. And you’re tears- amazing touch noona!”
I blush as the boys continue to go on about the performance and the reaction from it, stays are going crazy.
They liked it. I did it right. I did good.
I still refuse to talk to Chan about what happened, anytime he tries to bring it up I find a way to leave, I’m too scared about what it means. About what else comes after that.
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Ok I hope I did good, I haven’t written in literally forever. Let me know if I should do a part two or a full before??
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
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My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
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Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
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We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
"I am Nadine… an ordinary woman in an extraordinary place. A mother, just trying to protect a small life in a world that has lost its meaning." 🌸
Hello, My name is Nadine. I am a Palestinian mother to a little girl who has become the center of my life and the reason for my strength. 💖 We live today in harsh circumstances, unlike anything we knew life to be. Our home is no longer a home… we live in displacement, fear, lack of food, absence of medicine, and a lack of safety. 😔
Yet every morning, I open my eyes to my daughter's face, and I try again. 🌞 Because she is here, I must stay strong. 💪 Because she is small, I need to create a safe world for her… even though my world is broken.
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My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece
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Thank you… from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being here, for reading, for not turning a blind eye. To everyone who passed by here and left a kind mark: You are part of our strength. 🌷 From me and my little one: All my gratitude and all my prayers. 💖
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Sending all the love and support to you and your family in these terrible times
Liam Mairi x sister reader/ Xaden Riorson x reader
Reread fourth wing and Liam’s death made me cry again so yall get to suffer too.
We have no chance. One of the many thoughts going through my head as I try desperately to listen to Xaden give out quick orders to everyone before we leave the safety of the post. I meet my boyfriend’s eyes once he’s done, stepping up to him and embracing for- what could be- the last time; with a deep kiss and one last hug I pull away. “I love you. Stay alive for me.”
“I love you too. Don’t stop fighting.”
Dread fills me as I step away and am immediately pulled into my twin brothers arms. “Mairi’s don’t go down without a fight yeah?”
“Never without a fight.” I link my pinky with his, hands preforming the memorized hand shake we’ve done since childhood and we separate and step outside where our dragons wait.
A deep dread fills me as I mount Dughn and we’re off.
Soon we’re over the town and I spot the venin- somehow creepier than I imagined they would be. They wield a type of blue fire I’ve never seen, and through the bond Dughn informs me that they are headed to a clock tower- headed for a highly unstable box with my family crest on it. But my priority has to be my family and the civilians that will die without us.
———
I’m pulled every which way in battle, fighting to just barely survive, one of the Wyvern was able to get a hold of Dughn several minutes ago, but he insists he’s fine.
“It’s an insult that you believe an abomination such as that could wound me any deeper than a scratch, human.”
I roll my eyes before focusing back on what’s in front of me.
Gods I wish I hadn’t
I wish I could erase this from my memory
From history
Just as I look up I hear Deigh let out a devastating roar, soon followed by a weak, shrill cry.
A hand shoots to my mouth. No. No no no no. No because if he’s- he’s not-
“He’s gone little one.”
That means- A dragon without their rider is a tragedy.
“A rider without their dragon. Is dead”
“LIAM!”
Fly fast Dughn. Faster please. The wind beats against my face as I spot my brother, weak and being held by Violet on Tairns back.
I land, running faster than ever before to the giant dragons side, getting far closer than one ever should to a dragon that isn’t their own.
“Violet!” Her name comes out more of a sob than anything and as I look at her I see the tears pouring down her face as she shakes her head, getting herself and Liam off the dragon as best she can.
I take his limp body and support him against my shoulder as best I can. “Deigh.”
“I know brother. I’m bringing you to him. I’ll get you to him I promise.” I’m unable to process that this is truly happening. My brother.
My brother who has never done any wrong in his entire life, has no wrongdoing in his soul.
Is dying.
Liam tumbles as I struggle to support his weight, he’s too weak to walk and falls to his knees, followed by me. I haul him back up the best I can with a strangled cry, and we stumble a few steps further. Xaden walks up soon, taking him into his arms with a short nod, taking him to his beloved dragon.
As he’s set to rest against Deigh’s shoulder, Caden steps away enough to give me space.
“You can’t leave me yet. Please not yet.”
“We both knew we weren’t gonna live long- and, I wouldn’t mind seeing mom and dad again.”
“No! No they can’t- they won’t be ready to see you yet! I was supposed to- I PROMISED to protect you. I swore I wouldn’t let them see you first.” My words die, and his hand shakily comes up to my cheek, whiping whatever he can before the strength leaves him and his hand falls.
I take it into my own, pressing myself against his body. “It’s gonna be ok. You’ll be here to take care of Sloane. Yeah? Raise her good and keep her out of trouble.” A shuddering, raspy breath. “You gotta live long enough to give me my nieces and nephews too. Even if they’re Xadens.” Another far to weak breath. “I’ll give you my blessing.”
“I love you sis. I’ll see you on the other side.”
His chest rises again, I feel it pressing against my cheek and then…
And then it never falls.
I turn, taking his face in my hands, “Liam. Liam? Liam come on. Please. This isn’t funny. Wake up.”
But he’s never gonna wake up again.
I’m never going to see his eyes shine again.
Never gonna make fun of him again.
Never gonna wrestle again.
Never gonna- thoughts rush through my mind, memories of our lives.
A shriek leaves me, a sound so loud and shrill, so devastating, that I’m sure the mountains shake. I scream, my chest feels like it’s ripping open as I fall against Liam’s.
“I love you too…”
—
“Come on love. I need you to move. They will kill you if you stay on the ground any longer.”
“Let them.”
“You know he’d want you to fight.”
I want to fight back, but
He’s right. I need to fight. I need to kill those ugly motherfuckers who murdered my brother. I will make every single one of them suffer, I will not let him die in vain.
I stand up, legs wobbling momentarily before I’m back on Dughns back, getting a soft smile and nod from Xaden.
——
“It’s on my back!”
I jump and turn around as fast as I can at Dughns words- and sure enough, one of the creatures is staring straight at me.
Rage like I’ve never felt before fills me, boils my blood and fills every crevice of my being. The creature must notice as it chuckles lowly.
Strings of light lash out, trying to get a grip on the Venin.
How.
It’s- dodging? Them.
“Ah the light wielder. I’ve heard almost as much about you as I have the lightning one.”
Senseless words continue to spill from its mouth and a Wyvern screams so close to us it rumbled my bones as it falls, it apparently catches the Venins attention too. I take the chance and my light wraps around it, binding it for- who knows how long- seconds probably.
I lunge as the being thrashes, slitting its throat with my dagger, and as I do so, it smirks.
And I feel the dagger- now in my side twist. As I let the Venin fall, I look down to find its own dagger now embedded in my side.
Well shit.
And I’m falling.
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Ok guys. Not gonna lie this sucks but I hit writers block like half way through soooo.
