juliet

unhappiness comes from comparison

[myjlla]

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[velaenam]

18+ smut w/ porn romantic plot w/ porn, breeding kink, p in v, trauma talk. we. are fukin!!! w.c: 5.1k *sorta his pov*

you had been the kindest person zuko has ever known

you cooked for the whole group every evening when the sun dipped low and the fire crackled softly between you all. everyone got a share, but zuko’s plate always held a little more rice, an extra piece of roasted fish, or the crispest vegetables you saved from the bottom of the pot. he pretended not to see it at first, but his eyes kept drifting back to that quiet extra care, warm and steady like the tea uncle iroh used to brew just for him.

when you and katara washed the group’s clothes by the river, you never sighed or rolled your eyes at his things the way you sometimes did with aang’s torn and muddy robes or sokka’s crusty pants. instead you hummed a little tune under your breath and scrubbed his fire nation tunic with the same gentle patience you gave your own. once he caught you folding his cloak with extra care, smoothing out every wrinkle before tucking it neatly into his pack while the others bundles sat in loose, hurried piles. you never mentioned it. you just did it.

at night when the camp grew quiet, you always made sure his blanket was shaken out and laid closer to the fire than anyone else’s, so the chill that still lingered in his skin wouldn’t bite quite so hard. you slipped small comforts into his things without a word. a smooth river stone you’d warmed in your palm, a sprig of sweet herbs you said reminded you of calmer days, or a tiny bundle of fruit you claimed was “extra from trading.” each one felt like a secret you’d keep only for him.

when the group practiced bending or sparred, you watched him with quiet pride instead of fear or pity. after a particularly rough session where his flames flickered too wild from old anger, you brought him cool water and a soft cloth, pressing it to his forehead without being asked. your touch was light, almost hesitant, but it stayed there long enough for him to feel the kindness sink into his skin.

you listened when he spoke. very truly listened. one quiet evening by the embers, when the others had drifted to sleep, zuko finally let the words tumble out. at first it was clumsy and raw, but eventually he spoke, about the palace, about the deafening silence that surrounded him even when servants bowed, about how no one ever looked at him like he was just a boy who needed to be loved. he told you how lonely the palace felt even with so many people, how his sister’s glare cut sharper than any blade, how his father’s gaze made him feel smaller than the dust under his shoes. 

and when he finished, voice cracking like thin ice, you didn’t shrug or offer empty comfort. your eyes filled with tears that spilled over, and you whispered, “you were just a child… how could someone do something so cruel to a child?”

he had never heard those words before. not from anyone.

you could have said it was the way of the world. you could have reminded him that your own past carried bruises just as deep, maybe deeper, scars you rarely spoke of. instead you reached out and took his hand in both of yours, warm and steady, and said, “listen to me zuko. right now and forever, i’m here for you. because i want to be here. because you matter to me.”

that night something inside his chest shifted, small and fragile and terrifyingly bright. he had grown up knowing only the sharp edges of power, the cold absence of his mother, the calculated disdain of his sister, and the burning disappointment of his father. familial love had been barely an atom, flickering out before he could ever hold it. uncle iroh’s gentle wisdom had been the single flame keeping him from freezing entirely.

but you… you chose kindness — you chose him.

you chose to pack his things with perfect folds while the others’ bundles looked like wham bam thank you ma’am. you chose to save the ripest berries for his share when foraging. you chose to sit beside him on watch, sharing silence that felt safe instead of empty. you chose to mend the tear in his sleeve with tiny, careful stitches. you chose to smile at him across the campfire like he was someone worth smiling at. you chose to defend him gently when sokka teased too hard, turning the moment into something light instead of sharp. you chose to remember the stories he told about his mother and ask about her on quiet mornings, letting him speak her name without it hurting quite so much.

every small act stacked like kindling around the lonely boy still living inside the scarred young man. and zuko, who had known no love at all, felt the first warm sparks of something new catching inside him, slow, sweet and undeniable.

you had taught zuko what unconditional love even meant, drop by drop, day by day, ever since that strange afternoon in the woods when he wore the blue mask and you were just a girl searching for medicine to help your friends. he still remembered the exact way your voice sounded, scared but steady, explaining why you were there. from that moment his heart, began learning how to beat properly, how to open, how to love without fear of being burned.

and after everything… after the war, after the long hard road to respite, he knew without any doubt that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life loving.

so in the quiet garden on the outskirts of the palace, the one his mother used to take him to when their family felt too heavy, he dropped to one knee among the blooming fire lilies and asked, voice barely above a whisper,

“will you marry me?”

you laughed, quiet and surprised, which made his ears turn a shade of pink and his hands tremble just a little. you explained, still smiling, that he never even asked you to be his girlfriend. 

but then you said yes anyway, 

and something inside him clicked into place. like the final piece of a long broken puzzle. since that day he had been closer to enlightenment than he ever thought possible, simply because it was you.

you loved him through every storm. when the nightmares came and he woke drenched in sweat, gasping for air, you were already there, arms sliding around him without hesitation, holding him close until his breathing evened out. you fetched him cool water, pressed damp rags to his forehead, whispered gentle words of encouragement against his hair until the ghosts retreated. when old memories rose up and he snapped without meaning to, you never flinched. you simply waited, then took his hands and reminded him he was safe now, that he was allowed to be human. every outburst, every shaky moment, you met with patience and understanding that still left him in quiet awe.

because you chose to love him like that, he chose, every single day, to love you the same way in return. 

his version of love was soft, awkward, and brand new, like learning to walk again in uncharted territory, but it was entirely his. and he was grateful you allowed him this chance.

he built a statue of you in one of the palace courtyards, even though you had politely declined the idea at first. when you finally saw it, nervous at the grandness, you noticed the inscription at the base: “the woman who triumphed our family curse.” the words made your eyes sting with happy tears.

he named the new women’s school after you, the one dedicated to teaching young firebenders and earthbenders and waterbenders how to use their gifts to heal the world instead of harm it. he remembered every quiet conversation you had shared about wanting to guide girls who dreamed of doing better, and he made it real. when he told you, you cried again, touched that he had remembered that dream so carefully in his heart.

but it wasn’t only the grand gestures. it was the everyday care that made your chest feel warm and full.

he always wrapped his arms around you softly yet protectively whenever you walked through crowded streets or busy halls, because you had once mentioned how much you disliked feeling swallowed by too many people. his body became your shield, one hand resting gently at the small of your back, the other curled around your waist, guiding you through the noise while his warmth kept the world at a comfortable distance.

when you sat together in the evenings reading or hes able to get respite from politics, he would carefully lift your feet into his lap without a word, his scarred hands surprisingly tender as he massaged away the ache from long days of walking or helping others. his thumbs moved in slow, careful circles, working out every knot while he watched your face to make sure the pressure was just right, never too hard, never rushing. it became one of your favorite unspoken rituals, the way he poured all his quiet devotion into making sure even the smallest discomforts melted under his touch.

and every night before sleep, no matter how late the duties of the fire lord kept him, he would pull you close under the heavy silk blankets, tucking your head beneath his chin so your ear rested right over his heart. one arm stayed wrapped securely around your shoulders, the other hand tracing lazy, soothing patterns along your spine or brushing stray hairs from your forehead. he held you like you were something precious gold, his breathing slow and steady against your hair, until both of you drifted off wrapped in the same safe, warm cocoon he had never known he could create for someone else.

but of course,

his favorite way to show his love had always been the way he adorned your body,  such as this particular day.

you had just finished your evening routine, the soft silk robe hugging your frame and slipping gently off one shoulder, exposing a sliver of warm skin that caught the low lantern light. zuko stepped out of the bath, droplets still tracing lazy paths down his chest and shoulders, a towel slung low around his hips. the moment he rounded the corner into your shared chambers and saw you there, he stopped dead in his tracks, breath catching in his throat.

he murmured your name, voice low and rough with something deeper than exhaustion.

your smile bloomed in the mirror, soft and knowing. you set the little powder puff down on the vanity and turned to face him, the movement making the robe shift just a little more. “hi honey,” you said gently, eyes warm with affection. “how was the meeting?”

“it was okay,” he answered, stepping closer, “i’m hopeful. but, i’m exhausted.” he leaned down, intending to press a kiss to your forehead, one hand brushing his damp hair back so it wouldn’t drip onto you. you tilted your face up to meet him halfway, and instead your lips found his in a quiet, lingering touch.

he smiled against your mouth, the tension in his shoulders easing just from that single connection. “how was your day?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper as he pulled back only enough to look at you.

“it was good,” you replied, reaching up to trace a thumb along his jaw. “really good.”

his gaze softened, then darkened with that familiar, tender hunger. he dipped his head again, this time pressing slow kisses along the side of your neck, warm and unhurried. his hands found your shoulders, thumbs working in gentle circles to massage away the day’s quiet weight, kneading the muscles with careful strength while his lips continued their soft exploration.

“you feel so good under my hands,” he breathed against your skin, the words vibrating through you. every touch was deliberate, sweet, like he was reminding himself that you were real, that you were his, that he was allowed to love you like this.

the robe slipped a little further down your shoulder as his fingers trailed lower, tracing the line of your collarbone with light strokes. he kissed the newly exposed skin, slow and lingering, then moved back up to capture your lips again, deeper this time.

his palms slid down your arms, then back up, coaxing the robe to loosen even more until it pooled loosely around your waist. he didn’t rush. he never rushed with you. instead he savored every sigh you gave him, every small shift of your body toward his, learning you all over again with every caress.

“let me take care of you tonight,” he whispered, forehead resting gently against yours, eyes half-lidded and full of quiet devotion. his hands roamed lower.

he put his arms under your knees, around your back, tilting you gently before lifting you up in a smooth carry. you wrapped your arm around his neck and yelped in surprise, laughing softly as you were caught off guard by the sudden lift, your robe slipping even more as you clung to him.

he carried you the few steps to the bed with careful, steady strides, his hold warm and protective, then laid you down on the silk sheets

he unraveled your robe with slow, aching fingers, letting the fabric fall open and pool around you so he could see every inch of skin he loved so much.

you said his name softly, almost like a sigh, “zuko…”

he leaned down right away, pressing his lips to the curve of your neck in a warm, lingering kiss. then he took a big inhale of you, slow and deep, then let the breath out against your skin like he needed it to steady himself. a low groan slipped from his throat, vibrating into you as his hand found your thigh again, squeezing gently before rubbing the spot in long, soothing strokes.

“you always smell so good,” he murmured, voice rough with quiet praise, lips brushing your pulse.

you giggled, the sound light and happy as his kisses kept trailing along your neck. “zuko, you’re tickling me,” you whispered between soft laughs, one hand threading into his still damp hair.

he shook his head a little, smiling against your skin without pulling away. “good,” he teased gently, voice low and devoted, “i like hearing you laugh while i take care of you.” his mouth moved lower then, kissing a slow path from your neck to your collarbone, then down to the center of your sternum, each press of his lips soft and intentional. 

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, lips grazing just below your belly button. “all mine… and i get to love you every night.” his hands slid up your sides, thumbs tracing gentle circles over your ribs while he kissed lower still, taking his time, savoring every little shiver he pulled from you. “tell me if it feels good, okay? i want to make you feel perfect.”

you let out another soft giggle mixed with a pleased hum, fingers tightening in his hair. “it already feels perfect… you always know how to touch me.”

he looked up at you through his lashes, eyes dark and full of that sweet devotion, and gave you one more kiss right at the dip of your hip. “because i love learning every part of you,” he said quietly, voice warm with honesty. “every sound you make… every way you move for me.”

his hands gently parted your thighs, palms warm and careful as he settled between them, shoulders flexing under the lantern light. he kissed the inside of one thigh first, then the other, slow and teasing, working his way closer while his breath ghosted over your skin. he glanced up at you again, cheeks flushed, that soft smile still playing on his lips.

“i’ve been thinking about this all day,” he admitted, pressing one last open mouthed kiss just above where you needed him most. “just… letting me taste you. letting me make you feel good.”

then he leaned in, tongue tracing a slow, devoted stripe along your clit and your breath catches. he groaned softly at the first taste of you, eyes fluttering half closed like it was the best thing he had ever known, and kept going, slow and sweet and utterly focused on you.

he started with short, teasing licks, light flicks of his tongue against your clit that made your hips twitch and a soft gasp slip from your lips. each one was deliberate, playful, like he was savoring the way your breath hitched every time he pulled back just enough to make you want more.

“i love how you react to me,” he murmured against your skin, voice warm and low, before leaning in again with those quick little strokes, teasing you open slowly, devotedly. his hands stayed attentive the whole time, palms stroking up and down the soft skin of your thighs in long, soothing glides, thumbs tracing gentle circles that matched the rhythm of his tongue.

then he shifted, going slower, a little heavier, pressing the flat of his tongue against you in languid, thorough drags that had your back arching clean off the bed with a shaky moan. he hummed in quiet satisfaction, the vibration sending sparks through you, because by now he considered himself a master of your tells: the way your fingers tightened in his hair when it felt just right, the little hitch in your breathing, the way your thighs trembled around him. he read every one of them like they were written just for him.

while he kept licking you, his hands guided your legs gently, lifting them to drape over his shoulders and around the back of his head so you could pull him even closer whenever the pleasure swelled. the new angle made everything feel impossibly good, his warm breath and soft groans mixing with your own quiet sounds until the room filled with nothing but the two of you.

his palms slid upward, slowly cupping both of your breasts with careful warmth. he gave them soft, loving squeezes, thumbs brushing over your nipples in gentle circles that matched the rhythm of his tongue, drawing another broken moan from you. his groans grew a little deeper, vibrating right into your core, the sound of his pleasure tangling sweetly with yours.

you looked down at him through teary eyes, cheeks flushed, lips parted on a soft whimper, and the sight of you like that, so open and overwhelmed and trusting, hit him so hard he had to squeeze his eyes shut tight. a low, desperate groan tore from his throat as he buried himself even deeper into your pussy, tongue working you with renewed devotion, like he needed to lose himself there before the ache in his own body could overwhelm him.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered against you between long, heavy licks, voice rough with love and restraint. “just let me take care of you… let me make you feel everything.” his hands stayed on your breasts, squeezing softly, thumbs teasing, while his mouth never stopped, slow and sweet. utterly focused on pulling every trembling sound from your lips.

you whined his name in a soft, desperate groan, hips rolling toward his mouth without thinking. “zuko… please, it feels so good,” you gasped, voice breaking on the words as a quiet curse slipped out, “oh fuck, zuko…”

he stayed silent, completely focused, the only sounds in the room were the gentle rhythm of his tongue and the soft, slick noises of his mouth against you mixed with your breathy moans. he shifted lower then, licking your entrance over and over in long, devoted strokes, lapping up every drop of wetness that had started to flow for him like it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.

his hands slid down from your breasts, palms warm and a little rough from years of training and firebending, stroking along your labia with slow, careful touches that made your whole body feel weak and trembling. the contrast of his rugged hands against your soft, sensitive skin was heavenly, sending sparks up your spine with every gentle glide of his fingers.

he looked up just in time to watch your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy, lashes fluttering, lips parted on another shaky moan, and the sight made his breath hitch against you. still he didn’t speak; he simply pressed deeper, tongue working you with quiet desperation 

then, he eased one finger inside you, listening so carefully to the soft gasp that left your lips, savoring the way your walls fluttered around him and the warm, perfect feel of you. he pumped it gently, in and out in unhurried strokes, curling just enough to find that spot that made your thighs tense around his shoulders.

his mouth returned to your clit, sucking softly now, lips closing around the sensitive bud while he kept fingering you with that same saintly patience. as time stretched sweet and slow between you he added a second finger, then a third, stretching you open so gently, so perfectly, every movement measured to draw out more of those pretty sounds from your throat.

he groaned quietly into you only once, humming through your core, but otherwise he kept going, tongue and fingers never faltering, slow heavy licks circling your clit while those three fingers pumped deep and steady inside you, curling just right against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. your walls started to flutter, squeezing around him tighter and tighter, and when the pleasure finally bloomed your whole body shook with it, thighs trembling around his shoulders as you cried out his name in a broken, breathless moan, “zuko… oh my god, zuko—”

he felt every pulse, every shiver, drinking you down like he could never get enough, only pulling back when the last aftershock rippled through you. he kissed his way up your body, slow and saccharine, until he hovered over you, lips finding yours in a deep, open mouthed kiss. you groaned into it, tasting yourself on his tongue, and he swallowed the sound like it was honey.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your mouth, voice rough and full of awe, one hand cupping your flushed cheek while the other stroked your side in soothing circles. “doing so well for me, my love… you came so perfectly, just like that. i could stay between your legs forever if you let me.”

his praise was soft and coddling at first, gentle little murmurs pressed between kisses, but the longer he held you the more it shifted, heat building low and heavy between you. his lips moved against yours again, slower this time, deeper, tongue sliding in to taste you properly while his breath grew hot and ragged. the kiss turned hungry, intimate and wet, little gasps and sighs mixing as he tilted his head to get even closer, like he needed to breathe you in. your hands slid up his bare back, nails grazing lightly, and he groaned low into your mouth, the sound vibrating through both of you.

he pulled back just enough to reach down and loosen the towel still wrapped around his waist, letting it fall away completely. his cock sprang free, hard and flushed, brushing warm against your thigh as he shifted. without breaking the kiss he moved you over, wrapping your legs around his waist with gentle hands, palms sliding down the backs of your thighs to hook them snugly in place as he pressed forward and finally entered you, slow and careful, inch by inch until he was buried deep. the stretch of him made you squeeze around his cock instantly, tight and perfect, and he groaned low against your mouth, forehead dropping to yours.

“gentle love… gentle,” he breathed, voice strained and husky, hips stilling for a moment while he fought for control. “ease up… you’ll make me cum too fast if you keep doing that.”

you nodded quickly, eyes glassy with pleasure, and forced your body to relax around him just enough. he let out a shaky exhale and started stroking again, long slow pumps in and out that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. his golden eyes stayed locked on yours the whole time, never looking away, like he needed to watch every flicker of feeling cross your face while he moved.

then his hand slid up, cupping the back of your neck gently, fingers threading into your hair as he pulled you up softly to meet him. he kissed you deep and hungry, tongues sliding together while he let the last thread of restraint slip. carnal need took over for one perfect moment and he thrust hard once, a single powerful snap of his hips that punched the air from your lungs and made you moan into his mouth.

he pulled back just enough to chuckle, soft and low and a little breathless, the sound rumbling warm from the corner of his lips as they stayed pressed to yours. “sorry… couldn’t help it,” he whispered, already easing back into that sweet, steady pace, rolling his hips in deep, measured strokes that kept you both right on the edge of too much.

every other kiss he pulled away just far enough to murmur against your lips, voice rough with love and heat. “does that feel good?” another slow thrust, another kiss. “yeah? that feet good?” his mouth found yours again, wet and open, before he breathed, “oh baby… you feel so good around me… so so perfect.”

he kept that slow, deep rhythm for a little longer, hips rolling into you with the same worshipful patience, every stroke dragging deliciously against your walls until you were both breathing in the same shaky rhythm. his forehead stayed pressed to yours, eyes half lidded, drinking in every flutter of your lashes and every soft sound you made for him.

then something inside him shifted, the heat building too sweetly to hold back anymore. his pace started to quicken, thrusts growing a little faster, a little harder, still careful but now edged with that raw need he only ever let show when he was buried inside you like this. he breathed your name against your lips, voice low and rough, like saying it grounded him.

the faster he moved the more your name slipped out, tumbling from his mouth between kisses and gasps. every snap of his hips drew it out again, sweeter and more desperate, until it became a quiet chant pressed into your skin. his hand stayed cradled at the back of your neck, holding you close so he could kiss you through every thrust, tongues sliding slow and filthy while his body worked you open with building intensity.

“you feel so good… so good around me,” he groaned, the words breaking on a shaky exhale as he sped up even more, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the quiet room alongside your mingled moans. his free hand slid down to grip your hip, fingers digging in just enough to keep you anchored to him while he drove deeper, faster, chasing the way your walls fluttered and squeezed every time he hit that perfect spot inside you.

he kissed you harder then, open mouthed and breathless, pulling back only to whisper your name again. “baby… look at me,” he panted, eyes never leaving yours even as sweat beaded along his scar and his rhythm turned perfectly filthy. every thrust now punched little gasps from your throat, his cock dragging so deliciously deep that your toes curled and your back arched up into him.

“that’s it… just like that…” his voice cracked with how good it felt, the sound of your name growing more frequent, more wrecked the harder he fucked into you, like he needed to taste it on his tongue while he lost himself in your body. 

his hips snapped forward with wet, rhythmic sounds, pace relentless now but still so full of love. your name falling from his lips like a broken mantra, until you cried out his name loud and desperate, back arching hard as you gasped, “please zuko… cum inside me… please—”

he unraveled right there, eyes widening as his rhythm stuttered for half a second. “baby… are you sure??” he panted, voice wrecked and breathless, still driving into you deep and steady like he couldn’t stop even while asking.

you nodded frantically, tears of pleasure slipping down your cheeks as you begged, “yes please… please breed me zuko… i want your kids so bad… i want you to fill me up—”

that did it. the words hit him like appa(sorry). a raw groan tore from his throat, half cry, half sob of pure overwhelmed love, and he buried his face against your neck for one shaky second before he sped up, thrusts turning faster, deeper, but still so gentle with you, like even in the middle of losing control he refused to be anything but careful with your body.

he watched your face the whole time, golden eyes locked on yours, making sure every deep stroke felt perfect and that he wasn’t ruining your night routine, and never wanting to ruin even a single moment of your comfort. 

his cock dragged so deliciously inside you, hitting that spot over and over until your walls squeezed around him again, tight and fluttering, pulling another broken moan from him.

“please baby… i’m gonna cum—” he whispered, voice cracking, hips losing their perfect rhythm just a little as he teetered right on the edge.

you grabbed his face with both hands, pulling him down closer until his forehead rested against yours, and he let you, desperate and needy. his lips found yours in a messy, breathless kiss, all tongue, heat,  and love as he finally came hard, hips jerking forward one last time while he emptied himself deep inside you, pulse after warm pulse filling you exactly like you’d begged him to.

he kept kissing you through it, soft desperate sounds vibrating into your mouth, hands cradling your head like you were the most precious thing in the world while his body shook with the force of it. even then he stayed gentle, hips rolling in slow little aftershocks, making sure every drop stayed right where you wanted it, right where it belonged. and you wrapped yourself so tight around him.

“i love you… i love you so much,” he breathed against your lips between kisses, still buried deep, still holding you close like he never wanted to let go.  

a few months later,

the palace gardens felt like a dream under the warm afternoon sun. you sat comfortably under a wide awning with katara beside you, both of you gently cradling your rounded bellies as a soft breeze drifted across the lake. in the distance aang, sokka, and zuko stood near the water’s edge close to the beautiful statue that had been built in your honor, talking and laughing about something you couldn’t quite hear.

katara let out a soft giggle, her hand resting on her bump. “i can’t believe we got pregnant at the same time,” she said warmly, eyes sparkling with joy.

you giggled back, leaning your head toward her. “i know… it feels like fate. do you already know the name?”

she nodded, smiling brightly. “yes. let’s say it at the same time?”

you both counted down together, voices light and playful. “three… 

two…

one…”

“izumi,” 

“bumi,”

you both paused, then let out a sweet “aww” in unison before dissolving into quiet, happy laughter, the sound floating gently through the garden.

hip hip hooray!! dadaman is backk!! zuko nation rise tf up!! like comment and reblog!! lmk what u think!! stay tuned for more!

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[callmerainmann]

forwards, beckon, rebound | Monkey D. Luffy x fem!Reader

plot. You, an ex-headhunter and new member of the Straw Hat Pirates, are dealing with changes. Your past haunts you to the point of sickness, but your captain Monkey D. Luffy is determined to show you the same kindness he sees in your eyes. And that you deserve to be loved.

word count. 2.9k

tags. angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, physical touch as love language, cuddling, night comfort, falling in love, feelings realization, Reader is an ex-headhunter, Reader is a Straw Hat, sort of sick fic, fainting, Reader faints and cries a lot but the ANGST is REAL, worried Luffy.

TW! MENTIONS OF ABUSE, TRAUMA.

a/n. damn for my first Luffy fic this came out more angsty than I thought, but I'm happy with the result! Promise the next one will be a bit more light-hearted.

It started with vertigos, palpitations and your skin getting scorching hot. The usual. Then you almost passed out, you registered the feeling just in time to curl up and close your eyes in preparation, but somehow you didn’t feel your body hitting the ground. Soft hair touched your forehead, it’s Nami’s for sure. Then you started trembling and, before you could even register what Nami was saying to you as she shook your shoulders, your mind went blank.

You’re dealing with changes. And the past you’re trying to leave behind. Your body is not handling it the way it should. All of it is catching up to you right now that you’re trying to make amends with yourself. But when you spend your whole life going after people’s lives to take them with you and exchange them for money, it’s everything but easy. Headhunting was all you knew, all your father thought you to do and to be. Through training, and words, and violence. He beat you up when you failed, locked you outside the house in sheer cold when you told him you were too sick to train, called you a failure and starved you when he caught you playing outside with other kids instead of working out. Your father was in it only for the money, but raising a little girl with only violence isn’t enough. Hatred is needed. Hatred and resentment can make a person unstoppable. Just make sure that they don't develop their own perspective on things.

And when the poster of a pirate with a 30 million bounty and a straw hat appeared in town, your father gave you a mission. Kill Monkey D. Luffy, bring back the bounty, or else your life is over. And so you followed Luffy all the way through islands and waves, attempting to kill him in cold blood. You sparred, and fought, and you got bruises and cuts and he did too, but he never, ever finished you even when he had the possibility. And vice-versa. Until one last time, you broke down crying for your life. Not the one threatened by the straw hat pirate, but the one your father sought to kill if you failed. And, instead of killing you when you were kneeling on the ground, Luffy got down and wiped your tears with a strip of his red shirt that you tore away in battle.

«Crying looks weird on you, you have kind eyes» he just said, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

Your face rose too meet his in shock, only a confused “uh” escaped from your mouth. Next thing you knew you passed out out of exhaustion and woke up on the Going Merry, inside a bed, with food by your side and your wounds bandaged.

«Luffy insisted on taking care of you, I don’t know why he would do that so don’t make any false moves» a girl with red hair, Nami, said to you soon after.

And without even realizing it, you became part of the crew. Luffy basically took you in without even asking you. At first, you would try to run away and reject his attempts spitefully. But you were too far from home as of now, and every island the Going Merry docked at in the Grand Line was life-threatening for you to deal with alone. So every time, Luffy ended up taking you back to the Merry and trying to bandage you. Trying because he was terrible at it, so Sanji or Usopp had to fix it afterwards. All the while he started asking you about your life, why you were a headhunter and after him, and if you cry often or not. All questions asked with a big grin on his face. At first, you kept your mouth shut. But then, you didn’t even know why, you started opening up to him a little, bit after bit. You told him about your resentment towards pirates, and what your dad taught you, and how, still leaving out the abuse part for now. You’re not ready. After listening, he only said.

«Your dad sounds mean, good thing we found you!» and with that, he just chuckled and walked away without questioning you even further.

That time, when you got into your room on the ship, you broke down crying as soon as you closed the door behind you. Thinking about how he smiled at everything you said, how he wiped away your tears the last time you tried to kill him, and you realized something. Luffy was the only person to show you kindness, ever.

So you stopped trying to evade. You started to reciprocate his questions, grins, and gestures. He complimented you on your smile, said that it suited you way more than tears. He repeated that you had kind eyes every time he considered it necessary. The rest of the crew grew accustomed to you, started to trust you, and you were leaving behind the life you had before. No more prejudices about pirates and which lives were worth it or not in this world. You became one yourself.

But the more you felt love towards them, the more it was harder to escape your past self. The lives you took away, the people you did wrong. It wasn’t something you really wanted to deal with, you thought that escaping would be enough. You thought that Luffy, the one boy you swore to kill to save yourself, would suffice. But then the vertigos began, along with the palpitations and the random burning in your stomach. The same things you started feeling as you spent more and more time with Luffy. Until, in Little Garden, you realized that you were in love.

Ironic, you fell in love with the one guy you were hunting down. But you couldn’t deny it anymore, and when he took you by the waist with his stretched arm to ride a dinosaur with him you accepted it. With a smile on your face, your hands latched around his waist and your cheek pressed against his back. The moment came crashing down on you when he turned around and looked at you with the most gentle smile you’ve ever seen and the deepest brown eyes. You didn’t look away, your lips parted, so close to his face and you said to yourself “yeah, I really am in love with him”.

But as soon as you accepted your love for the captain, your body started rejecting your past life even more, to the point of sickness. You didn’t want to be the person you were before, you wanted to be good, to be kind like Luffy said. But how can a former blood-lusted headhunter allow herself to forget and just go on to be a pirate? How can she forgive herself, and the abuse? Zoro too was a headhunter, and he didn’t bother that much about his past, but it was different, he had perspective. You didn’t gain it until now and it’s too much to handle so suddenly. Today, it reached the point of exhaustion, and you passed out on the deck on a sunny, calm day on the Going Merry.

You wake up a few hours after, sweaty and trembling. An ice package is carefully placed on your forehead, but your temperature is as high as ever. There’s no one else in the room, but you can hear voices outside the door.

«I just wanna check on her!» someone said.

Luffy. You recognize his voice even in febrile exhaustion.

«I just told you, you can’t Luffy! Not until I figure out what she has! We can’t risk you getting sick, or the rest of the crew» a tender, child-like voice. Chopper.

«Chopper, move» Luffy repeated.

You hear stomping, and the voices of Zoro and Usopp raising. Nami and Sanji joined soon after. More thuds and stomps, voices mixing but Luffy trying to be louder. He was clearly growing angry. The door beats a few times, you hear a struggling noise and restraining.

«Luffy…» you whisper under your breath.

But before you can even try to get up, your head falls back and your eyes flutter close again.

It’s night now. Pale moonlight softly envelopes the room, and you can hear the calming sound of waves crashing against the Merry. The ship is decked, it’s not moving. And you feel warmer than before, but not because of the fever, even though you still feel sick to the core. It’s because someone is cuddled next to you. When he notices your open eyes, a relaxed and joyful smile extends on his tan face. Your heart skips one or two beats.

«Luffy?» you would’ve jolted, normally, but you’re too weak to do anything more than whisper his name, vaguely confused.

Maybe it was an hallucination. Are you really that down bad for him? But not, by the tender touch of his hand on your waist under the covers and the tickling of his black curls against your cheek, he’s very real.

«Hey, you’re awake!» he whispers, but with a note of evident excitement «how do you feel?»

As you try to collect your thoughts, your worries have the best on the butterflies that bloomed in your stomach due to his proximity. Luffy was cuddled up next to you in your bed, one hand carefully on your waist and one between your hair, caressing them slowly.

«Luffy, you know that I’m sick right-»

«Don’t worry! We decked not long ago and Chopper and the others went to find some medical herbs, you’ll get better I promise»

«That’s not the point, you could get sick too we don’t know what I have yet! It could be viral!» you try to protest.

But the captain doesn’t flinch. His smile doesn’t even falter in the slightest.

«While the others are out searching for meds my duty is to check on you. You were trembling lots, so I’m doing my job perfectly fine!» he replied.

In reality, things went a bit differently. That afternoon Luffy had a big fight with the rest of the crew, because he insisted on seeing you so hard that he had to be physically restrained. Which wasn’t an easy job, even with a transformed Chopper and Zoro’s muscles. He was worried sick about you. Even when Nami got sick he was preoccupied and willing to climb a snowy mountain bare handed for her, but with you it was visceral. Since Luffy was so agitated, they came up with a compromise. Everyone will go out to find medicines on the next island, and Luffy could stay with you on the Merry to check on you, but absolutely no touching. He could sit next to you, bring you food and water if needed and give the crew a signal for an emergency, but no physical touch. And there he is, cuddled up with you.

«You could’ve just brought me an extra blanket…» you murmur.

«Do you want one?»

He asks you innocently. It’s his way of asking you if you’re uncomfortable with him so close, but you don’t want to let go. So you just don’t answer, and silence falls in the cabin. The only sounds audible are the waves pleasantly crashing against the nearby shore, and your breathing. You try to make yours as steady as possible.

After a few minutes, one of your hands travels up his arm. Your other hand moves to touch his face, the tip of your fingers caressing his face, grazing his nose, his left eyebrow, carefully tracing the scar under his eyes. And then between his locs, rhythmically stroking his hair, paying attention not to move his straw hat. No one dares to say a word, until he breaks the silence.

«’s nice…» he says softly, content.

You can’t see his face very well in the moonlit room, but you know that if you just moved your face a little, you could easily kiss him. The idea that he might reciprocate doesn’t sound even that absurd as of now.

But instead of daring to do so, you tear up.

«Why are you like this?» you ask, voice breaking.

Luffy comically frowns and lets out a confused “uh?”.

«What do you mean?»

«I said» a sob escapes your lips «why are you like this? With me? Why are you so nice to me?»

He doesn’t understand where this conversation’s going, at all. He’s dense about it.

«Why shouldn’t I be?» he repeats, still genuinely confused.

«Because I’m a bad person, Luffy!» you snap, raising your voice. The hand that was stroking Luffy’s hair is now covering your tearful eyes.

«That’s not even true!» he shakes his head, raising his voice back a little.

«Oh for fucks sake Luffy. I hunted you down for months, killed pirates mercilessly since I was a little kid, took away so many lives. And now? I become a pirate myself and act like my life was never that way? As if nothing happened? The more I spend time with you guys, the nicer you are with me, especially you, the more I refuse to accept it and I end up in this state. I’m so tired!»

One of your hands grips your hair almost painfully, your palm wet with tears. For a couple of minutes, Luffy doesn’t say anything. He lets you cry quietly, not moving a muscle. After a while, he talks again

«It’s not your fault» he says, calmly.

You don’t say anything. So Luffy repeats himself.

«I’ll say it again. It’s not your fault. People sometimes do things because they don’t know any better. All you knew was killing pirates for money and well, all I knew my life was that I wanted to be one. But I’m learning. The world is made of headhunters, thieves, liars, doctors, princesses and cooks. And these people can be kind, like you»

«How can you be so confident about me being kind?» you ask him.

«Because my gut knows, and I always trust my gut» he says.

You can make out the shape of his smile, his beautiful and ever beaming smile. Only now you realize that he stopped grinning when he said those things to you.

As you let out a few more tears, Luffy does something he never did for you. He reaches for his straw hat, takes it, and places it on your head. You jolt a bit, surprised.

«Listen, no matter what, it’s time for you to choose how you wanna live your life. It’s not up to your dad to tell you, or…me. If you wanna stay with us, this is your home. But if you want to go on another path, it’s only up to you. I just want you to be happy, okay? It’s important. Because I mean it when I say that tears don’t suit you»

His smile is faltering again. You bite your lower lip, attempting to stop your sobs.

«If I decided to leave the crew, would you be sad?»

He doesn’t answer for a while, his smile is gone now. He tries to hide it by burying half of his face in your shoulder.

«I just told you, you have to chose for yourself»

«I want to stay, Luffy»

He hugs you a bit tighter now, his legs tangled in yours, and your silhouettes mixing in the dark, undistinguishable from one another. He’s smiling again.

«Good, because otherwise yeah, I would’ve been very sad about it»

Sheets rustle, and Luffy is now moving. He props himself up to take a better look at your face, moving a strand of hair away from your forehead. Then, he kisses your cheek right on the spot your tears ran down on the most. And then he kisses the corner of your mouth, and your temple, and your forehead.

«’s this okay?» he asks in a hushed tone.

Feeling your heart stuck in your throat, you nod frantically.

Luffy keeps on kissing your face everywhere, delicately, weirdly so for a guy like him. Never on your lips, but everywhere his kisses needed to be.

«But if you want to stay, you have to let us, and me especially, be kind to you. Alright? Because I think you’re kind, funny, nice to be around and that you have nice eyes. ‘mkay?» he casually says, in between kisses. Your eyelids flutter close and he places a kiss on your right one too, before stopping to let you answer. You realize that your tears stopped running and that your temperature feels lower now.

«Okay, I’ll let you be nice to me. And I’ll stay» you whisper.

You allow yourself to kiss him on his forehead, then between his dark hair, and then right under the scar under his brown eyes.

The next morning, the crew found you two soundly asleep, still cuddled up. Most shockingly, you had Luffy’s hat sitting on your head. Sanji let out a sigh and a chuckle soon after, Zoro looked away and Nami groaned. Usopp covered his eyes, mistaking the situation for something a bit different, while Vivi reassured him that you and Luffy did not just have sex.

Meanwhile, Chopper had his hooves gripping his antlers, letting out a small screech.

«Luffy! Get out, now!» he shouted.

Both of you jumped awake, you barely had time to open your eyes before Chopper transformed and yanked Luffy out of your bed, dragging him outside the cabin as he tried to explain himself. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

A stress-induced flu, that’s what Chopper diagnosed you with soon after giving you the proper medications. And with time, the vertigos and palpitations slowly started to disappear. And if they happened to come back, Luffy always knew, and he would cuddle up with you in bed just like that night.

Then, everything would turn out fine for you.

[clrfulines]

[👀] can't take my eyes off of you_martin.e

↠ synopsis: martin notices you look too good for him to ignore. (and he wholeheartedly blames you for being cruel knowing he has a deadline)

↠ pairing: martin edwards x female!reader (works at the same company) / type: fluff / word count: 849 words

[masterlist 🖍️]

two knocks on the studio door doesn't seem to faze martin from his spot, being hunched over the tiny table with his equipment strewn everywhere. his mind is deep in the process of trying to wrap up the track he's been working on; when he's in the zone, he in it. the door opens on its own accord and he only notices when the door closes with a click.

he turns the cheek to see who came in and his jaw is on the floor.

for someone who was moving at the speed of light with his hand movements, switching from keyboard to his beat pad, back to adjusting the settings on his computer, he's gone awfully still.

you lift a hand up to give him a small wave, "hi?"

it's a couple of beats before martin realises he has to function.

"why do you look like that?" martin's eyes are widening by the second. any bigger and you'd think they'd pop out of his eye sockets.

"what?" you snort, glancing down to your outfit, "does it look that bad?"

martin huffs and ditches his headset on top of the rest of his equipment, swirling on his chair until he reaches you to grab ahold of your hands. he grips it with earnest, as if he's pouring his heart through his fingertips, "no, i meant why do you look so good for? do we..." he gulps, panic almost filling his veins, "...are we supposed to go out and i forgot or..."

you shrug and take another look to your outfit; it wasn't anything out of the ordinary but you did put in a bit of thought today in terms of colour coordination and texture pairings, so maybe that was the difference he was trying to deduce. you give his hands a squeeze, gazing back up to meet with his eyes already in a daze the longer he stares at you.

"i just felt like wearing this today. why?" you remove a hand from his to put it on your hip, "do i look weird?"

he shakes his head and leans back to get a better look, sighing, "you look so good..." he slyly lifts his arm and makes you twirl, to which you oblige with a chuckle. he groans and throws himself back onto the chair, using a hand to pull you towards him as you step between his legs; used to the proximity as your knees bump alongside his.

"how the hell do you look like that and i'm still stuck here?"

past his squinting eyes, he huffs, already having a conversation with himself.

"now we have to go out. ain't no way you look that good and i'm not taking you out."

there's a moment of silence and martin hates that you know.

with your hand in his, you give it a shake and snort.

"i feel like there's a but coming,"

"but..."

"there it is."

he groans, shaking his body childishly. he keeps your hand in captivity as he flings it arms up and about.

"i have this one track to get done before i can go!" he half-glares at you, squeezing your hand, "and then you come in here looking like that, distracting me and–"

"i can leave–"

"and so you must stay here until i'm ready to go," he stubbornly tugs onto your hand so you're forced to stay close to him. it got easier for you to sit on his lap as he swirls closer towards the table; as if he's trapping you with him (he is) and he makes you stay like that with him despite letting your hand go. every time you try to wiggle out of his grasp, he stubbornly holds you near past his equipment and his attempts to getting his work done.

it was useless trying to debate with him on his work efficiency if you just gave him his space but hey, if this is the way he wants to work, you had no objections if you could have him this close to you.

every now and then, he has to fend for himself when you playfully decide to brush his hair back (to which he combats with you can't keep doing this to me! i already feel pressured!!!), tiny puffs of air tickling his neck when you nuzzle into him or the giddy feeling he gets when he feels your arms snaking around his neck. it nearly has him in a chokehold until he remembers he's the one who wanted this, and his working efficiency decreases to nearly 80% but... when martin gets to have glances of your pretty smile up close, those eyes he swears have stars embedded in them with the soft cooing of your voice along with the melody he's building... he'll take it as this is as close to heaven he'll get. (and it extends longer into the night when martin finally finishes his work an hour later and gets to take you on a date–but to you, to him, the date started the second you stepped into the room).

[myjlla]

Adrian Pucey MoodBoard

shootout to pinterest -> for using pcs

[ghoultin]

╋━ MARTIN BF HEADCANONS

i feel like he's the type to create a genuine bond with a person first before dating them

he's not the type to rush into love, he takes time to get to know someone, you know?

and with that i bring you the friends to lovers martin agenda 2025

so, bf martin:

he loves drawing on your arms

at first, it started out as really small doodles on the back of your hand

then he drew a personalized bracelet on your wrist while you two were on the bus and stuck in traffic, which became a tradition every time there's traffic

and then one day, while you're on your phone doing something, he just goes, "can i draw on your arm?" and you went, "of course :D"

he was kinda nervous at first because he really, really wants to impress you, but you noticed and calmed him down a bit

martin seems like the type to keep different colored pens on him so you have #variety

he lets you pick the color/s and asks if you want something specific to be drawn

when you said no and let him have the freedom to do whatever he wants, ohh, he was in the zoneee

sososo cute, he's so focused, his eyebrows were scrunched, and his lips are pursed

when he was done, you were borderline conked out so he was debating whether to wake you up or risk the chance of his hard work potentially scrubbing off onto your white bedsheets

but you woke up on your own when you felt that he stopped drawing on you, so

he was like 😁 it's done now, what do you thinkkkk?

you loved it sm you posted it on pinterest

it was practically a half sleeve with how big it was, and you almost cried when you had to take a shower the next day

he reassures you that it's fineeee he could just draw another one (he was cheesing internally, lol he's probably like, "wow, my drawing meant that much to her, omg omg, i love my gf.")

after that, he got soooo much more creative!! he started bringing skin-safe markers and stuff

on the other hand, he gets so giddy and red and giggly when you're the one drawing on him

he keeps saying things like, "wow, that's so good," "woah, that looks nice," "yo, that's sick"

he's tucking your hair behind your ear and brushing the stray hairs away from your face while you tell him about the drama going on around your school, and he's got this dopey ass smile like 😍

got soooo loud when you were done, he was hooting and hollering and jumping everywhere while flexing (literally and figuratively) his arms

took care of it so dearly he got heated when the boys were chasing him with literal baby wipes and alcohol as a joke

did a fit check picture with his arm out for everyone to see on the elevator mirror (iykyk), and it's one of the most famous pictures of him up to this day

remember the drawing he did on your arm that you posted on pinterest? yeah, someone posted it on twitter alongside the picture of him in the elevator beside it, and the caption goes like, "this is soooo martin coded"

and he trended because, duh

someone brought it up during a live, and he was smiling ear to ear like a dumbass

"martin, were you the one who drew on your arm?"

and he just responds with, "nooo haha, someone did," and does a chad face 🫩

anyways,

he's soooooo casual

hear me out, hold on now

literally the opposite of nonchalant, i know, but he's just so normal and chill about things and so bf

^ the way he puts his arm around the back of the couch when you sit beside him, the hand at the bottom of your spine when walking side by side while leaning down to your level so he could hear you more clearly

hoodies!!! he already owns sooo many of them, but they quadrupled and multiplied the moment the two of you got together

he doesn't even buy it for himself he just goes, "ohh, this is pretty comfy, she's going to love this"

knows all the godly hidden spots and hole in the wall food stalls

but! his favorite is this old tteokbokki stall at the literal end of a night market run by a sweet old lady

you guys went there on your first date, and he took the opportunity to get to know you better while walking the longggg path over there

yes, it was absolutely planned. at first, he was like, "naaah, it's too far. it might not even be worth it for her it's just tteokbokki you know"

but it was THE tteokbokki spot for him, and he thought about how romantic it would be to chat with you while walking

he was imagining k-drama scenes in his head,

"i'm going to go tease her, and then i'm going to run when she gets pissed, and she's going to run after me, and then i'll suddenly stop to catch her in my arms and—"

comes the actual date, and he's literally like "🧍‍♂️hey haha how r u," and you guys walked in silence for a hot minute before he asked you something about music

and then it transpired to whose playlist was better

you arrive at the stall and ordered tteokbokki, right? while you were waiting, you suggested listening to martin's playlist while he listens to yours

he was like, "prepare to lose," and the two of you plugged in your earphones

you were so focused on critiquing his playlist that you didn't notice him looking absolutely dumbstruck by you

but halmeoni did and was like, "ahhh, young love"

martin turned red, and when you're done, you asked him why he's, you know, red, and he just goes, "the tteokbokki's spicy, that's all"

and you teased him for having "low" spice tolerance, and he just lets you

he and halmeoni meet eye to eye when you were just leaving, and she goes and mouths, "take care of her, young man," while holding a big ass spatula

then you guys go to the same spot every monthsary, and the nice old lady started recognizing you both

she goes "aigoooooooo" every time she sees you and asks you if martin's been taking care of you well 🥹🥹

hehe, halmeoni gets happy whenever the two of you visit; she got to see both of you grow more comfortable with each other as time went by, aw

okay, so

photobooths aaaaaaaaa

loves loves loves photobooths

he thought of going to photoboooths with you the night you two started dating and couldn't stop smiling for 3 hours

will turn his head at you the moment he even hears someone walk by and utter the word "photobooth"

your pictures w him during the first few dates were cute and silly poses

now it's just him kissing you (calm down) in 368292 ways and you in his lap (calm down) even though the booth could probably handle three people at once

pictures of you everywhere in the back of his phone, in his phone as a wallpaper, in his wallet, his room, his travel bag, probably underneath his bed as an easter egg for you to find, idk

you guys had your first kiss with each other at a photobooth

you can see in the photo sequence when was the exact moment he asked if he could kiss you

the four-grid photo strip ended with a very cute kiss in the end <33

^^ this is the picture that's on the back of his phone

moving on, i need you to be calm and read the next two bullets with nothing but pure intentions okay

he likes kissing you literally everywhere but your lips (in public, at least)

kiss on the cheek as a greeting, or the occasional kiss on the forehead when he's talking to his friends with his arms around your shoulder, the kiss at the back of your head when he's behind you in a line, a kiss on your knuckles when the two of you are doing nothing

aside from the obvious fact that physical touch is his love language, i thinkkkk he also likes quality time

like you could invite him to lay on your bed and stare at the ceiling, and he'd be like, "this is so poetic, babe"

hugs

bear hugsssss so so warm and comfy

aww, when you're getting teary-eyed in public, he'd ask you if you want to hide that you're crying by hugging youuuuuu

his shirts are always so comfy and smell so nice

i don't know how to explain it, but he smells like,, a man,, okay

blackberry and mix it with a little bit of deodorant and a hint of musk

you always bury your nose in his neck when hugging or cuddling him, and it makes him giggle every time awwwhhh

calls you baby and pretty

called you babe in the first month of your relationship

you called him baby unconsciously once when you asked him to grab something for you

grabs it and gives it to you with a "here you go, baby"

you called him dork once as a joke, and he was like, "ohhh, you're so in love with me, aren't you????????"

now you always call him dork when you're not calling him babe

loves it when you call him tin, but he adores getting called by silly names (ex. dork)

his absolute favorite is borzoi 😭😭😭

it's so special to him because that's his contact name on your phone too

at first, he was like, "hello????" but he just laughed it off afterwards with you when you showed him photos of a borzoi

ooooh, pets

he'd either:

a. absolutely adore them

b. be utterly terrified

if you have a cute and normal pet like a cat or dog, he'd treat them as his firstborn

if you have pet reptiles,,

would be so intrigued with a bearded dragon

he'd kinda joke around with it until beardie started running towards him

and bearded dragons run fast okay

tried to jump into your arms, and you just laughed at him

"heh, you look kinda stupid— babe, BABE"

let's talk snakezzz

screamed when he first saw your ball python

you assure him that no, it's not a random snake that waltzed its way into your room, and that yes, she's completely docile and doesn't bite

"tin, she doesn't bite >:(," "YES IT DO"

^^^ in relation?? HELLO, he'd totallyyyyy be the type to say vine references

his go to is renata bliss, and he'd do the fuckass freestyle dance too 😭😭😭

has a collection of bracelets

including the thin black ones that you could layer, yes yup

he kinda transfers them to your own wrists when you're holding hands :((

i think he has a higher than average spice tolerance, not the highest spice tolerance, but the tolerance is there regardless

loved the takis + cream cheese on a jalapeño food hack

still does it to this day

fave fridge raid munch are pickles with mustard

likes pickles and loves olives

pineapple on pizza believer unfortunately, wbk

he was salivating when he saw the savory snack plate in his fyp and whined in your arms for fifteen minutes when he couldn't find half of the ingredients in nearby lolllllll

unrelated-ish, but he likes mixing ranch with ketchup

made the tiffany plate once, and you both looked at each other after taking a bite of RAW broccoli dipped in mustard and cottage cheese and decided that some trends just aren't meant to be done

had a protein recipe phase dykwim

lists off the ingredients before feeding you anything ever since he accidentally gave you a milkshake with a wholeass egg in it

protein pancakes are a big no. he used too much protein, and it literally turned into rubber

hmmm, i think can cook decently, not the best per se, but he's not completely helpless in the kitchen

needs a recipe if he's making something, that kinda thing

in relation with cooking

he bakes one hell of a brownie, man

genuinely surprised you because it looked store-bought from a bougie french café

and he's like, "haha nooo, i made them!" with a huge chunk of chocolate between his teeth

fudgyyyyy on the inside, and the crust ?????

oh, he would fuck up a seafood boil

peels you shrimps, but he makes them kiss beforehand ???

he’s the opposite of a picky eater so he’s down to eat whatever with you

you joked once that you want to eat those deep fried insects and he starts showing you his literal bucket list of exotic and weird foods he’d like to try

eepy time

loves it when you lay on his chest like

he lets out the biggest satisfied sigh ever then hugs you closer to him

his stomach does that stomach noise where it sounds like something is melting and growling, and the acids in his stomach are mixing together, idk

pretty sure that's normal — but what is not normal is that it only seems to happen a lot when he's with you

he listens to your stomach when he's laying down on your tummy, lol

"woah, babe, that's like the hot sauce and the fries we had earlier" what

knocks the fuck out the moment his head hits your mattress

you coming over to his room is okay, okay. you two do whatever, he recreates the single ladies music video, he makes you laugh, cuddle yadda yadda

him coming over to your room, on the other hand

he just becomes soooooo soft

like everything smells like you, and it's filled with everything you love

cuddling in his bed pales in comparison to laying beside you in your bed alone

it's the vibe, he says

he gets so sleepyyyy don't invite him to do homework in your room the two of you will not finish shit

oh god

imagine him with his head on your stomach, and you're laying down, and you're telling him some kind of story, right?

and he just replies with those "hmm" and and

you could feel it in your stomach, his voice vibrates through your body

and his arms are around you, and he's clutching onto you like you're something precious

(you are)

[krkiiz]

take a chance with me . luke castellan x reader

you decide to confront luke about your current situationship with him.

luke castellan x f!reader , reader is the daughter of Athena , crack , misunderstandings , “what are we” , “i thought we’re already dating” , fluff with slight angst , overthinking , kisses , them being sappy , nicknames

note : can’t stop falling in love with this evil betrayer smh. inspired by niki’s song “take a chance with me” ! (IM SORRY IF THIS IS CRINGE this is my first time writing kiss scenes help 😭😭😭😭)

let me know your thoughts ! likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3

“It’s getting dark. Let me walk you back to your cabin, yeah?” The dark haired boy smiled at you.

Gods how you loved that smile of his.

It’s a tradition of yours. Him walking you back to your cabin after your outings. The two of you walk hand in hand as your near the Athena cabin.

You and Luke had been acquainted for quite some time. You both first met when you arrived in camp for the first time.

You were fifteen back then. Time passed by as fast Zeus’ lightning strikes as summers blurred after summers. In a blink of an eye, you guys were both eighteen now. Adults, no longer those carefree teenagers that relied on your counselors.

During those three years of friendship, you and Luke only got closer. It was hard to admit, and after an excruciating time of denial (and constant pestering from your half siblings including Annabeth), you finally surrendered and admitted the growing feelings you harbored for your close friend.

You’re too afraid to confess your feelings as you treasured your friendship with him deeply. You would gush about how sweet he is to Annabeth, rolling yourself on your bed as blood rushed to your cheeks at the thought of him.

Little did you know he was doing the exact same thing. Confiding to Annabeth about your recent encounters, eyes lit up rivaling the shine of Apollo himself as he thinks of you.

Poor girl. Annabeth was sick of it.

But this summer, you felt a shift in your dynamic with the curly haired boy. He would eat lunch with you more often, asking you to go on more hangouts, challenged you on more duels, battles. It felt different, closer.

You were not complaining, matter of fact you were quite glad. Maybe your feelings wasn’t just one sided after all.

But as time move forwards, the closer you two get, more couple-ey interaction commends. He would tuck your hand behind your ear as you both converse, intwining your hands when your in the same path, calling you nicknames.

The more your relationship with him progressed, the more it blurred the line between friends and more. At this point, you knew he had feelings for you as well, and he too was well aware of yours.

A bubble of thought soon started clouding your mind. What were you both now? Friends? Close friends? Lovers? You don’t remember Luke asking you to be his girlfriend.

What was the nature this relationship?

You feel his grip on yours loosening as you stopped near the grey building of Cabin 6. “This is it for you, princess.”

Words rolled of his tongue like honey and you felt like a honeybee, drawn to its sweetness.

Friends don’t call each other nicknames.

Luke placed a gentle hand on your cheek, drawing closer has he placed his lips on your temple, as if he was kissing your thoughts away. “What’s got you thinking so hard since we started walking, hm?”

Your cheeks lit up like campfire at his action, he smiled noticing your flushed state.

Cute

You look up to the curly haired boy, his fingers still pressed on your cheek. What are we, Luke?

What if Luke suddenly doesn’t want you anymore because of that question?

Were you too selfish by wanting more?

Was this not enough for you?

No it wasn’t. You want to draw a clear like between friends and more, and Luke and you were shoveling a deep hole in the middle of said line.

What if he fears commitment and disappears?

“Oh no, it’s nothing Luke.” You shook your head away from his grasp, pushing all your thoughts away. “It’s late, I should probably get in.”

But before you can turn away from him, Luke was quick to grab your hand, not letting you go any further. “No, Yn. Something is clearly bothering you. And I don’t want you to go to bed with an unpleasant feeling.”

He squeezed your held hands. “Please, Yn. Is it something I’ve done?”

You were quick to deny him. “It’s not, Luke. I don’t even know it’s just. I don’t know, confusing? I think complicated is the right word.”

The dark haired boy brought your intertwined hands to his lips, kissing your forearm softly. “It’s okay take your time, darling. I’m listening.”

You sighed seeing him caress your hand gently as he brushed his lips on the skin. “It’s about us, Luke.”

Dark hues make contact with your own. “What about us?”

“What are we Luke? I don’t even know anymore.” You retracted your hand from his grasp, frustration getting a hold on you. “Friends don’t hold hands while they walk, friends don’t kiss each other’s foreheads, or hands, or even call each other nicknames.”

You look up to see the confusion written clearly on his face. “What are we, Luke Castellan?” You asked once more.

There was a moment of silent and you dreaded it. Each passing second you can hear the rustling wind, chirps of birds, and the sound of your heart falling into your stomach.

Before he finally broke it. A wholehearted chuckle graced his lips, creasing his eyes.

You scrunched your eyebrows at his reaction. Clearly displeased. Were you some joke to him?

“Luke, this is serious, why are you laughing right now?”

He quickly straightened his composure after hearing your tone. “Ehem, wait sorry. You’re serious? Is this what you’ve been worrying about?”

“Well yeah. What’s so funny about it? Am I just some joke to you?”

“No no! Yn, wait.” He placed both of his hand above your shoulders. Eyes peered at yours before genuinely asking. “Haven’t we been dating for like two months now?”

What? Confusion warps your face.

“Yn, remember? Two months ago when I took you on a picnic by the lake? I asked if you wanted to be together and you agreed to it, remember?” He tried to recall your memory.

Then it snapped.

“Oh, that was a confession? I thought you meant it in a friendly way.” Luke mentally face palmed himself and you sheepishly giggled.

“Okay maybe I was too vague with my words so let’s redo it right now yeah?” You tilted your head at him.

The dark haired boy took both of your hands from your sides, lacing them into his. “Yn L/n, daughter of Athena, one of the best warriors I’ve ever seen, wisest and the most just ever, will you take the pleasure of being my girlfriend?”

You unwind your laced fingers, your hands moving, circling themselves around the nape of his neck as his hands are now placed on the sides your waist, drawing you closer. “Hm will I?” You teased him lightly.

“Please?”

“I guess you got yourself a girlfriend, Castellan.”

You laughed against his chest. And you can feel his ribcage expanding was he laughed along with you.

You tilt your head above, standing on the tips of your toes, as you pulled him even closer than before. Your noses touch at the proximity and you could feel his breath on yours. “Is this why you’ve never kissed me before?” you hear him whisper.

“Well I am doing it right now.” You pull him in, his lips crashing with your own. His grip on your waist tightened as your hands made its way to the softness of his curls. Eyes tightly shut as you both bask in the bliss of ecstasy before pulling apart.

He leaned his forehead against yours. Giving your lip a small peck as he craves for more of you. “I don’t know if this is not obvious yet but I like you, so so much, my Yn.”

You softly giggled. “I like you just as much, my prince.”

©️ sirena | krkiiz 2023

[slu7formen]

luke castellan x fem!reader

Luke’s had a crush on you for longer than he can remember, and after Chris decided to play one sided cupid, he decides to ask you out.

warnings: use of yn, kinda shy!luke and loser!luke but we love it <3, fluff

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Luke led Percy, the new kid, through the dusty maze of Camp Half-Blood. Percy peppered Luke with questions once in a while. "So, who are those hulking dudes with Clarisse?" Percy asked.

Luke chuckled. "Those are the Ares kids, her half-brothers. But don’t worry, they're all bark and no bite... actually, they do bite."

As they rounded a corner, the sounds of clashing metal and grunts reached their ears. Luke stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze snagging on a particular figure in the training field.

There, bathed in sunlight, you were training. Your form, clad in the simple camp T-shirt and shorts, moved with the fluid grace of a warrior dancer. Every swing of your practice sword, every parry, was a testament to your skills that stood out. Your hair whipped around your face as you disarmed your opponent with a swift kick.

Percy, oblivious to Luke's sudden paralysis, glanced between him and the scene playing out on the field. "Who's that?" he asked, curiosity creasing his brow.

Luke cleared his throat, trying to dispel the sudden fog clouding his brain. "That's-, uh, yn" Luke stammered, his voice rougher than usual. “Aphrodite´s kid. Don´t let her looks fool you, though. She´s a hell of a warrior”

Percy nodded, but his gaze remained firmly on you. You were now sheathing your celestial bronze sword, a bead of sweat clinging to your temple. As you reached for a nearby water flask, you brushed the hair from your face, the gesture casual yet captivating.

Luke found himself staring again, just like he does every time he looks at you from afar, mesmerized by the way the sunlight seemed to follow your tiniest movements. He was so lost in the moment that he barely registered the volleyball hurtling towards him.

"Yo, Luke! Catch!" someone yelled. Luke, still mesmerized, couldn't react in time. The ball connected with a resounding thump right in his gut.

He doubled over with a groan, clutching his stomach. A familiar chuckle reached his ears as Chris strolled over containing a hysterical laugh.

"Sorry man, had to snap you out of that trance" Chris said with a smack to Luke’s back.

Luke's face burned hotter. He hadn't realized how blatantly obvious he'd been. Straightening up, he attempted to mask his flustered expression. "Shut up, I wasn't in a trance" he retorted, his voice a shade higher than usual.

“You totally were” Chris poked him playfully. “You are every time you look at her.”

“Okay, okay” Luke swatted Chris’s hand away, “stop touching me.”

Chris, ignoring his protests, squeezed his arm with mock sympathy. “Aw, don’t be a baby.”

“I’m not a baby,—”

"When did the mighty Luke Castellan become all weak and whiny for a girl?" Chris teased, playfully tousling Luke's hair.

Luke swatted his hand away again. "Hey! I'm not—!"

“Hey” a causal feminine voice cut him off.

Luke freezes. You stood mere inches away, your smile widening at the sight of his flustered expression. "H-hey" he managed, his voice barely confident, and shaky.

Chris stifled a snort, his shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter. Luke shot him a withering glare, silently pleading for him to cut it out.

“You alright?” you ask, "I saw the, uh..." You paused, gesturing vaguely with your hand in the direction of Chris. "The volleyball-, greeting?" you ask, a confused but fun expression on your face.

"Yeah, I'm fine" he offered, his voice strained. "Just a love tap, I guess." Another pointed glance in Chris' direction revealed him struggling for composure.

"Looks like you're busy" you said, your gaze flickering to Percy, who stood awkwardly to the side. You offered him a warm smile.

"Right, yeah" Luke stammered, finally managing to tear his gaze away from you. He remembered Percy standing awkwardly beside him. "Percy, this is yn, Aprhrodite´s cabin" he gestured towards you, his voice regaining a semblance of normalcy. "yn, this is Percy, the new camper."

"Nice to meet you" you greeted him, your voice laced with a kindness that put Percy instantly at ease.

"Nice to meet you too" Percy stammered back, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"You're lucky," you continued, turning back to Luke, your eyes sparkling. "Luke’s the best counselor around, especially for new campers."

Luke felt a familiar heat rise in his cheeks at your praise. He always struggled with compliments, especially when they came from you. "Ah, don't listen to her" he stammered, deflecting awkwardly.

"Oh, don't be so humble" you teased, your playful tone sending shivers down his spine. "You know you are. You helped me out a lot when I was new."

Your words hung in the air, causing another wave of warmth to flood his cheeks. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. But he forced himself to focus, so he turned to Percy. "yn's always around the training field," he began, his voice a touch higher than normal. "So if you ever need a sparring partner or just someone to answer questions, you can find her here."

You raised an eyebrow playfully. "Coming from 'Best Swordsman' himself" you said, a teasing lilt in your voice.

His cheeks burned even hotter, but a genuine chuckle escaped his lips. "Alright," he conceded, his lips curving into a small, charming smile. "that might be true."

"Humble much?" Chris chimed in, ever the opportunist. He tossed the ball towards Luke's head, light and playful.

Luke turned around to Chris, “Dude” he calls. He hears your slight giggle from behind.

"Well, I gotta get back to training" you sighed, a hint of regret in your voice. You turned towards Percy, your smile warm and genuine. "Percy, if you ever need anything and Luke's not around, you can just look for me, okay?"

Percy, still a bit overwhelmed by the new environment, managed a hesitant nod. "Okay, thanks" he mumbled, a shy smile gracing his features.

"I'll see you around then" you chirped, offering him a final wave of encouragement. "Good luck with everything, alright?" As you turned to walk away, with a final glance towards Luke over your shoulder, a hint of something unspoken lingering in your eyes. "Bye, Luke."

The simple farewell hung in the air long after you'd disappeared. Chris nudged Luke's arm with a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "You're so into her, man" he declared, barely containing his smile.

Luke groaned. "Shut up" he muttered, his voice betraying a hint of amusement.

They continued walking. "I mean it! You were practically stuttering" Chris exclaimed, his voice laced with mock horror as he reenacted Luke's awkward greeting. "'Uh, h-hi yn, uh-, y-yeah, I'm camp's best swordsman'"

"Okay, I do not act like that" Luke protested, his voice laced with mock indignation. He glanced down at Percy, a playful glint in his eyes. "Help me out here. Do I really talk like that?"

"Well," he admitted with a shrug, "maybe a little."

Luke groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically. He playfully shoved Chris, who burst into fresh laughter. "See!" Chris crowed. "Even new kids thinks you’re like a lovesick puppy around her."

Luke shot a playful glare at Percy. "Don't listen to him, he’s full of crap” he muttered, though a hint of a smile played on his lips.

"Seriously, though," Chris continued, his voice turning serious for a moment. "Just ask her out already. She'll say yes."

Luke hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. "I don't know, man" he trailed off, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Chris slung an arm around Luke's shoulder. "Dude, you've been practically drooling over her since forever. And trust me, she's totally noticed. You gotta take a chance. Besides, I have a feelings she feels the same way." Chris added. He suddenly launched into a dramatic impersonation, his voice taking on a high-pitched tone. "'Oh, bye Luke,' " he whined, twirling a nonexistent strand of hair around his finger and swaying his hips in a comical exaggeration. "'He's the best counselor at camp, oh! He helped me sooo much!'"

Luke cringed, his face burning a mixture of laughter and embarrassment. "Okay, that´s enough". Chris's words, though delivered in a ridiculous way, struck a chord within Luke. He looked down at his shoes, suddenly feeling doubtful. "I just don't know..." he mumbled, the confidence Chris had tried to instill in him wavering. "What if she says no?"

Chris stopped his antics, his playful grin softening into a reassuring smile. He patted Luke on the back. "What if she says yes?" he countered. "Stop overthinking it, man. Go for it."

Luke chuckled, the sound laced with a hint of nervousness. Chris's teasing, although annoying, had pushed him to confront his feelings. Taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and met Chris's gaze.

"Fine, fine" he conceded. "I'll give it a shot. But if she says no," he warned, his voice laced with seriousness, "I'm blaming it all on you."

Chris threw his head back and roared with laughter. "The risk I'm willing to take for you, my friend"

Luke shoved him playfully, a grin plastered on his face. "Yeah, yeah, now scoot," he urged, gesturing towards the direction Chris had come from. "I gotta keep showing Percy around."

Chris mock saluted him. "Aye aye, Captain! Good luck!" he chirped, throwing a wink Luke's way before sauntering off, leaving him alone with Percy.

A blush crept up Luke's neck as he turned back to Percy. "Sorry about that" he mumbled, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, he was sure a twelve year old wasn’t entirely interested in Luke’s love interest.

Percy didn’t seem to care. "Honestly," he admitted, "that's the most normal thing I've witnessed today. So," he continued, his curiosity piqued, "what's next?"

The flickering firelight danced across Luke's face, casting long, flickering shadows as he stared intently into the flames. He wasn't really seeing or listening anything around him – his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and anxieties, all centered around you.

All day, he’s had you on his mind, a constant reminder of the decision he'd almost made. Since that first glimpse of you years ago by the lake, you'd become a captivating melody in the symphony of his life. Unlike other Aphrodite children, rumored to be arrogant or aloof, you possessed a genuine warmth that never failed to draw him in. Braiding little girls' hair with a gentle smile, your actions were a window into your kind soul.

It had been a long day, filled with his usual camp duties and a nagging restlessness that he couldn't quite shake. Chris's words echoed in his head, a constant reminder of the decision he still hadn't made. Should he really take a chance? Could you possibly be interested in him?

A deep sigh escaped his lips. He glanced up, his gaze drawn towards the sound of laughter that sent a familiar shiver down his spine. There you were, surrounded by your friends. Your face glowed in the warm light, illuminated by the cheerful flames that danced around you.

A sudden sense of purpose washed over him. He couldn't stay silent anymore. But a fresh wave of fear washed over him too, as he considered the setting. Here, surrounded by campers that could hear, was hardly the ideal place to confess his feelings.

He stood up, sticking a marshmallow to the end of the stick he was holding and walked closer to the fire. And he stood there, a solitary figure amidst the chatter and laughter, his mind racing with a thousand different scenarios. Just as he was about to convince himself to wait for another opportunity, a soft footstep beside him startled him out of his thoughts. He kept his eyes trained on the fire, afraid to look up, afraid his nervousness would be telegraphed in his gaze.

Because he knew, it was you.

A small, shy smile played on your lips as you looked at him, your eyes reflecting the flickering flames. "Hey," you said softly. "You okay?"

Your sudden presence sent a jolt through Luke. His heart, already hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, stuttered in its beat. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to appear composed.

"Yeah, I'm alright" he managed, his voice a touch hoarse. "Just needed a little distraction."

He turned slightly, his gaze locking onto yours. The firelight danced in your eyes, casting playful shadows across your face. He found himself mesmerized, lost in the warmth of your smile and the depths of your gaze.

"Too many counselor duties?" you teased gently.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, the sound laced with a nervous tension. "Can get pretty tough sometimes, you know" he admitted, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Responsibility and all that."

He turned back to you, his eyes meeting yours again. This time, he held the gaze a beat longer, the air crackling with a sudden, unspoken energy. He felt himself drawn to you, captivated by the beauty of your features.

"I understand" you whisper. There was a subtle shift in your posture, a subtle lean closer that mirrored his own. "How's Percy doing?" you asked, changing the subject, leaning your own marshmallow into the fire.

"He's holding up well" Luke responded, a hint of pride in his voice. "Just, like everyone does when we arrive here."

You breathed out a small smile. "That's good to hear." A moment of comfortable silence followed, broken only by the crackling fire and the occasional chirp of crickets. “Any ideas on who his father might be?" you finally asked, your voice filled with curiosity.

Luke pondered your question, his gaze flickering between the flames and your inquisitive face. "Honestly, no clue yet" he admitted, shaking his head slightly. "He doesn't quite fit in with any of the cabins. But we'll figure it out."

"Poor kid" you murmured, a flicker of sympathy crossing your features. "I really hope he doesn't end up unclaimed."

As if sensing the shift in mood, Luke shifted his position, his body turning slightly more towards you. The warmth of your presence radiated beside him.

"Don't worry" he said softly. "He'll be alright. We'll make sure of it."

You nodded silently, blowing gently on your marshmallow to cool it down a little. The playful banter had momentarily distracted you from the nervous tension that had been building in Luke's chest.

A playful smirk tugged at Luke's lips. "Actually," he began, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, "he reminds me a little bit of you."

Your head snapped up, a surprised laugh escaping your lips. "What? Why?"

He chuckled at your reaction, clearly enjoying the playful exchange. "I don't know," he feigned contemplation, drawing out the suspense before shrugging lightly. "He just gives off the same 'new and confused' vibe you had when you first arrived at camp." He says, "And," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, "he seems to have a knack for getting himself into trouble just like a certain someone I know."

You swatted him lightly on the arm, a playful frown creasing your forehead. "Hey" you exclaimed, feigning offense. "When did I ever get myself into trouble?"

Luke scoffed. "Oh, come on, don't be so modest" he countered, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I still remember how you managed to get into that fight with that Ares kid."

"Well, he wouldn't leave me alone" you mumbled, your voice laced with a hint of defiance. "Someone had to teach him a lesson."

“And your solution was to throw Pegasus' shit at him?" he asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Well," you stammered, trying to defend yourself, but the vividness of the memory left little room for argument. "Yeah, okay" you finally admitted with a small defeated voice.

Luke shook his head in mock disapproval, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Sometimes I wonder why I even put up with you" he joked, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"No one's asking you to stay" you countered playfully, returning his teasing smile. "You're free to leave anytime."

Luke's laugh filled the air once more, a welcome sound that calmed the nervous butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"Wouldn't dream of it" he replied, his voice turning a touch softer. And he didn’t mean to say it, but it came out unwarranted. He met your gaze, holding it for a beat longer than usual.

You noticed the shift in his demeanor, a subtle change. You let out a small, nervous chuckle, breaking eye contact and turning your gaze back towards the dancing flames.

Luke couldn't help but notice your nervous gesture, but instead of taking it as a sign of rejection, he interpreted it as a reaction to his own sudden boldness, even though his heart was down his ass.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to take the plunge. There was no turning back now. "Hey," he began softly, his voice barely a whisper above the crackling fire. "Can I ask you something?"

You met his gaze, a nervous flutter in your stomach mirrored by the rapid beat of your heart. Tentatively, you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a self-conscious gesture that only accentuated your beauty in Luke's eyes.

"Yeah, sure" you replied.

Luke cleared his throat again, trying to mask the nervous tremor in his voice. "I, uh," he stammered, "I-, I was wondering if you... would like to go out with me? Sometime?"

The nervousness in his voice was impossible to miss, but it was the spark of hope in his eyes that truly captured your attention. You couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. There he was, this strong, capable counselor, reduced to a blushing mess in front of you.

At that moment, the world around him seemed to fade away. All that existed was you. The oversized grey sweatshirt you wore hung loosely on your frame, making you appear smaller, more vulnerable. Even without makeup, your beauty was undeniable, a captivating mix of strength and softness that had him completely enthralled.

You looked at him. Silence stretched between you, thick with anticipation. Luke held his breath, his palms slick with nervous sweat. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your answer.

Then, slowly, the corners of your lips began to curve upwards. A smile. A genuine, radiant smile that lit up your entire face and sent a wave of warmth through him.

Luke's heart leaped in his chest, but before he could react, a soft laugh escaped your lips. The sound washed over him, chasing away his anxieties and replacing them with a soaring sense of elation. The blush creeping up your cheeks confirmed it – he wasn't imagining it.

He rushed to speak, the words tumbling out in a jumbled mess. "I know that-, this is something you're kinda used to" he stammered, his voice laced with nervousness. "Getting asked out, I mean. It's just... I don't know, I- you-"

He stopped mid-sentence, frustration causing him to sigh in defeat. He squeezed his eyes shut, muttering a defeated, "Shit" under his breath. Which only made you laugh harder.

It was like a symphony to his ears. He couldn't help but smile back, even with the butterflies doing a frantic tap dance in his stomach. "Sorry" he mumbled sheepishly.

"Don't – don't be sorry” you chuckled, waving your hand dismissively. "You're good." The laughter subsided, leaving a comfortable silence in its wake. But to Luke's anxious mind, the silence stretched into an eternity, filled with the dread of having somehow messed this whole thing up.

Just as despair threatened to engulf him, you spoke. "Yes" you said, your voice soft but firm. "I'd love to."

Luke stared at you, momentarily speechless. His brain, overloaded with disbelief and unexpected joy, struggled to form a coherent response.

"Really?" he finally managed. It was a question loaded with disbelief and pure, unadulterated happiness.

"Yeah" you laughed, nodding your head as if he'd asked the most ridiculous and obvious question. "When?" you countered, playfully turning the tables on him.

"Uh..." He trailed off, running a hand through his hair in a fluster. "Shit, sorry," he stammered again. "I just – I didn't think you'd actually say yes, so I haven't really thought that far ahead." His confession only made you laugh harder.

A nervous laugh escaped Luke's lips as he ran a hand through his hair. Honestly, he couldn't believe his own luck.

"I'll give you some time to think about it if you want” you said, your voice laced with amusement and comfort.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. That sounds good" he stammered, his flustered response betraying the excitement bubbling over in his chest.

The comfortable silence stretched between you, punctuated only by the crackling fire and the occasional pop of a burning marshmallow. You both seemed content to simply bask in the warmth of the fire and the newfound connection you shared.

Just as Luke was about to break the comfortable silence, a voice cut through the air. "Hey, yn!" a familiar voice called out.

You turned your head towards the sound, a smile gracing your lips. "Right, uh..." you trailed off, turning back to Luke. "I gotta get back."

A brief pang of disappointment shot through Luke, but it was quickly overshadowed by the excitement bubbling within him.

"Go ahead” he replied with a smirk. "Don't keep her waiting."

You took a step back, but before turning to leave, you locked eyes with him.

"Don't keep me waiting" you said, your voice soft but firm.

The playful challenge in your words sent a new wave of butterflies fluttering in his stomach and lower.

A bigger smile stretched across Luke's face as he watched you walk away, the firelight casting a warm glow on your figure. "I won't”.

[autumncherryrry]

clingy! johnny sinclair

clingy! johnny sinclair who always finds a way to touch you. he’ll claim he’s not that guy — but he’s constantly bumping your shoulder, slinging an arm around your neck, lacing your fingers together without asking. and if you ever try to pull away? he fake-scowls. “you hate me or something?” (he knows you don’t. he just likes hearing you say it.)

clingy! johnny sinclair who doesn’t know how to fall asleep without you nearby. he swears he’s fine — “i’m not a baby, jesus” — but he always ends up curled toward you in bed, arm thrown across your waist, forehead pressed to your shoulder. and if you shift away even a little? he scowls and immediately follows you. like a sleepy, stubborn magnet.

clingy! johnny sinclair who gets a little weird when you're distracted. if you’re talking to someone else too long — especially someone flirty — he’ll insert himself in the conversation with his chin on your shoulder or his arms around your waist. “am i interrupting?” he’ll ask with a smirk. he is, he absolutely is. he does not care.

clingy! johnny sinclair who—if he’s not beside you in bed— calls you in the middle of the night just because. his voice is raspy and restless over the phone, “you up?” (it’s 2:43 a.m. you were not up. but now you are.) he’ll blame it on a bad dream or insomnia, but he just missed your voice. he needs you to talk him back to sleep. 

clingy! johnny sinclair who doesn’t realize how obvious he is. when you leave the room at a party? his eyes follow you. when you’re walking across the beach? he falls into step beside you, even if he was going the opposite direction. you once caught him staring when you were brushing your hair. he just blinked and said, “what? i’m allowed to look.”

clingy! johnny sinclair who acts like he’s doing you a favor by hanging off you. you sit down on the couch, and two seconds later, he flops beside you with a dramatic sigh. “you looked lonely,” he says, already tucking his face into your neck. you raise an eyebrow, “i was literally just sitting down…” “yeah. alone. see how sad that sounds?”

clingy! johnny sinclair who needs to be touching you to calm down. when things get bad — fights with his dad, the pressure of being a Sinclair, nights he can't sleep — he finds you. even if he doesn't say much, he’ll sit beside you, rest his head on your shoulder, maybe just hold your hand in silence. because being near you settles something in him that nothing else does.

clingy! johnny sinclair who gets lowkey offended when you sit too far away. you sit beside mirren instead of him on the boat to martha’s vineyard? he gives you a lighthearted glare and playfully holds it against you the rest of the outing. you take a place across him at the bonfire instead of next to him? he raises a brow and motions for you to move. “oh, so we’re doing space now? cool, cool, no that’s fine, i love being an ocean away.”

clingy! johnny sinclair who is obsessed with you, and obsessed with loving you. he feels so lucky he gets to be the one who does that and that he gets to be loved back by you. he may act cool, but really? when it comes to you, he's just a sap.

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⌕ rintaro x martin

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Insomnia

Pairing: Zoro x Reader, platonic Strawhats & Reader

SFW

Summary: You find yourself unable to sleep, and all of your friends are determined to help. Unfortunately, nothing seems to work...until you find yourself in the lap of a certain swordsman. Warnings: Just Extreme Fluff! Word Count: ~3k Crossposted from Ao3

You were exhausted.

It had started slowly. You began to take a little longer to fall asleep and wake up just a touch earlier, spending days with your thoughts just a bit fuzzy around the edges, eyes a little unfocused in quieter moments, but nothing severe.

Then you started waking up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep no matter how long you closed your eyes and laid there, praying for relief. You would instead wander around the ship, find ways to make yourself busy, making conversation with whoever was on night watch. You pretended not to notice the quiet concern on the crew’s faces when they all spoke and realized you had been awake to speak with each of them at 4am for the last week.

And now, you have given up on sleeping entirely, staring at the ceiling of your quarters with no sign of sleep’s embrace at all. No matter what you tried, it wouldn’t come. You can already see sunlight begin to shine under the door. Your friends are stirring, and you can already smell the breakfast Sanji’s making this morning. Another night of restlessness. You can barely force yourself out of your cot, but there isn’t a point in staying. It won’t help. You drag yourself to the deck, feet shuffling and face scowling.

“Still can’t sleep?” You don’t notice Usopp until he speaks, and you look up to see him up on the railing, fishing pole in hand, face flooded with pity and concern.

“No.” You try desperately to keep from snapping, knowing it isn’t his fault, isn’t anyone’s, but the best you can do is keep your voice flat and your words short. He winces a little at your tone, but he doesn’t comment. Instead he ponders you quietly, before seemingly coming to a decision.

“Do you want help?”

“Help how?”

“Help falling asleep! From the great Captain Usopp!” He puts on a silly wide and smug smile, but you can still see the worry in his eyes. He probably doesn’t even have any ideas yet, he just wants to help in any way he can.

“I would try almost anything at this point. What’re you thinking?”

He lets out a smug little laugh. “I knew you’d want my help! I don’t know if you know this, but I’m the greatest storyteller in all the seas.” He gives you a conspiratorial grin. “I bet you I can tell you a bedtime story that’ll send you to dreamland before you know it!”

You consider it. Usopp is an amazing storyteller, of course. You’ve never heard him tell a single tale that wouldn’t hook you enough to keep you awake, but maybe he’s just never tried. “Alright. I’ll come get you tonight—”

“Tonight? You’ll probably die by then! We’re gonna do this now, and you can sleep the entire day!” He grabs your hand, dragging you back to the bunks. You pass a few of your other friends on their way out, and while Zoro and Nami give you strange looks, they don’t comment. Just before the door closes, you see Sanji’s head pop out of the kitchen you call everyone in, and his eyes shift to you in confusion.

The door slams with a definitive sounding thunk, and Usopp’s hands push you onto your cot. He tucks you in with surprisingly practiced hands, before saying, “Alright. Get ready for the best sleep of your life!” He clears his throat dramatically. “Once upon a time, the great Captain Usopp—”

“—the end! …Nothing, huh? Not even for a second?” You flick open an eye to see disappointment on poor Usopp’s face. His tale had continued for at least an hour, with several dozen twists and turns as he tried to stretch it out until you finally started snoring, but you were as horribly, devastatingly awake as ever.

“Not even a wink. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, you're not the one who failed.” His shoulders slump a little. “I really thought that would work.”

You sit up to pat this hand comfortingly. “You didn’t fail, Usopp. I’m just…cursed. Probably. By God.” His stomach grumbles, and you suddenly remember he skipped breakfast to help you. “We should probably eat something.”

“Probably.” He looks so dejected it makes your chest ache a little.

“It’s okay, Usopp. Really.”

He doesn’t respond, getting up to head to the kitchen as you trail behind him. Everyone else has finished eating, half of the crew having already left, with only Sanji, Robin, and Nami chatting quietly over the table. There’s a plate set and ready, food growing cold, and you feel a flash of guilt knowing it was for you.

“Oh, my dear, you’re finally here! I was getting worried. I can fix you a new plate—here—” Sanji shoves the cold plate into Usopp’s hands. “I’ll throw something better together, just you wait!” Before you can even respond, he’s back to the kitchen, busying himself with making you something else.

“Are you alright? You look rather…” Robin trails off, clearly looking for and failing to find any words to describe your current state that wouldn’t be horribly offensive. 

“Awful.” Nami finishes for her, firmly but not without pity. “Are you still having trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah. I haven’t slept in at least 48 hours.”

“Oh my god.” Nami’s mouth hangs open a little, having not realized the full scope of your issues. Her face is painted with concern. “Are you…alright?”

“Not really.”

“You still can’t sleep?” Sanji calls out in concern over his shoulder, his knife still chopping away. “Do you want me to make you some tea? It might help.”

“Is it chamomile? I’ve tried that already.”

“It has chamomile in it, but that isn’t the only part. Valerian root, passionflower, and a couple extra things. I can’t guarantee it’ll fix your problem but it might help. I made it for Franky once and he fell asleep right at the table.” There’s no small measure of pride in his voice at that.

“I’m open to anything, at this point. Would you make me a cup?”

“Of course, dear!” His voice gets soft and honeyed the way it always does when he speaks to you, and after a new plate is placed in front of you he rushes off to the pantry to find the ingredients he needs.

Robin looks over you consideringly. “If that doesn’t work, why don’t you try reading? I always find winding down with a book helps.”

“Maybe. Usopp told me a story and it didn’t end up working, but reading it myself could be different.”

Nami taps her chin with her fingers, pondering. “Do you want to use aromatherapy, too? I have some lavender we could spray on your pillow. That might help too.”

“We can throw whatever spaghetti at the wall you want, I just want something to stick. I’m not picky.”

And with that the girls were off to grab their chosen items, while Usopp silently scarfed down cold eggs and tried to bandage his wounded pride. Sanji is humming a song you don’t recognize as the kettle whistles, and he expertly prepares your cup of tea. He’s sneaking glances over at you, probably lost in a daydream where he saves you from your horrible insomnia and you fall madly in love with him in return. Honestly? If he manages, you might. Any hero that saves you from this is worth considering.

As soon as the mug of tea is placed in your hands, Sanji’s fingers seemingly deliberately brushing against yours, you’re ushered back to your cot, where Nami, Robin, Brook, and Franky are waiting. You have no idea when this turned into a group activity, but sure. Why not?

“I thought some soothing music might help. A lullaby, maybe?” Brook’s voice is soothing and soft, like he’s already trying to lull you to sleep.

“And I brought a white noise machine as a backup! Thought you might like it.” Franky’s voice is as gentle as his natural boom can be.

Your eyes flick between them, then back to Nami, who’s unnaturally focused on fluffing your pillows and adding extra blankets to your cot, making it look the most inviting it ever has. “Are you gonna charge me for those?”

“No! …Probably not.” Her grin is mischievous.

“Honestly, if you get me to sleep, I’ll pay whatever you—”

“Woah! Don’t make any promises you can’t keep. She’ll keep you to that.” Franky’s voice is filled with brotherly concern. “Nami, don’t pay attention to that. Anyone that tired has no idea what they’re saying.”

“I wouldn’t actually take payment for this! I’m not a monster.” Her last punch to your pillow has a bit of extra force behind it, her irritation clear.

Before they can continue bantering, Brook begins playing a tune on his violin, bringing the rest of you to silence. Your hands are wrapped around your warm mug of tea, a book chosen by Robin open in front of you while you sip. The smell of lavender is strong enough to have flooded the room. Franky clicks a button on his little machine and the sounds of spring rain washes over all of you. Your shoulders relax, a soft smile slipping onto your face, but your eyes are no closer to closing. Even when Sanji comes in to take your mug away, the warmth long faded, or when Brook’s finger bones grow tired and his song comes to an end, or when the snores of your friends start to fill the room, you do not sleep. You feel no closer than you were an hour ago when this started, no closer than you were this morning when Usopp had tucked you in. You honestly feel like you’ll never sleep again.

It isn’t until noon that you finally give up, having finished half of the book that Robin lent to you. The smell of lavender had started to fade an hour ago. You carefully step over Franky and Brook passed out on the floor, your eyes wandering over to Nami and Robin sleeping peacefully on vacant cots. You try to be glad this worked for somebody, but you can’t help a bitter sort of jealousy brewing in your chest. Why do they get relief when they aren’t even suffering? Why is it only you who has to feel this weight dragging you down?

You try to stalk past Luffy, pouting all the while, but your captain catches you by the wrist with a rubbery hand. “Are you okay?”

You huff. “I’m never going to sleep again.”

“That sucks.”

You blink at him blankly.

He blinks back.

“I’m just having trouble sleeping. Not, like, literally.”

“Oh.”

“It sucks.”

“Yeah.” He hums, pressing his lips together in thought. You can practically see the lightbulb above his head when he has his idea, his eyes brightening and smile widening. “Oh, I’ve got it!” He pulls you along with him, dragging you quickly further onto the deck before you’re unceremoniously shoved forward, stumbling over your legs and landing on something firm and warm.

“Bwuh?” Your eyes flick up to see Zoro bathed in sunlight, his good eye just barely open, a yawn forcing his mouth open wide. “What’s goin’ on?”

“You’re good at sleeping!” He gives a wide grin. “Help ‘em!” And without elaborating he just…runs off to do god knows what, satisfied that he has somehow solved the problem.

Zoro’s eye focuses on you questioningly, but before you can explain, you suddenly become intensely aware of your position. You’re in his lap, face pressed into his thighs, your chest pressed into his lower legs. You both stare at each other, wide-eyed, unsure on what to say or how to say it.

“You comfortable down there?” His voice is even, but he’s betrayed by the hint of pink on his cheeks.

“I—um. I’m…fine.” You wince at the shake in your voice. You can feel heat spreading from the tips of your ears down to your neck, and you hope it isn’t as noticeable as it feels. The smirk on his face shows it probably is.

“Oh yeah?” He gives a quiet laugh. “You’re welcome to stay.” Despite his own embarrassment, he radiates smugness. That’s Zoro for you—ever the strategist, he finds whatever upper hand he can get and uses it to corner his opponent. He’s looking at you like a cat does a mouse, and you really do feel like prey. You instinctively go to hide your face from him, only to find your nose brushing against his thigh. He chuckles. “Oh, getting cozy, that’s good. I guess you’re in for the long haul.”

You flush even further, and with your voice muffled against his leg, you manage to protest. “I’m having a bad enough time without you bullying me, Zoro.”

“This isn’t bullying. C’mon, I’ve seen how you fight, you’re tougher than that. You normally don’t back down that easily.” His hand ruffles your hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “What’s got you so down?”

You whine quietly. “I haven’t slept in days, and I haven’t slept well in weeks. I feel like I’m dying.”

His energy immediately changes, eyes and smile softening into something more genuine. “Doesn’t sound fun. And Luffy thought I could help you with that?”

“I guess.”

“What have you tried?”

“Everything. Counting sheep, bedtime stories, warm drinks, lavender—”

“Bedtime stories?” His voice is teetering on teasing again.

“Usopp’s idea.”

“What, did he tuck you in too?”

You go quiet.

“Wait, really?” He sounds well and truly baffled.

“It was actually kind of nice,” you mumble. 

If you didn’t know better you would think Zoro was pouting. His eye is a bit narrowed, his mouth in a flat line, bottom lip slightly jutted out. “Oh yeah? Well it didn’t work, did it? So you had to come to me for help.”

His hands grab your shoulders, pulling you up so you’re sitting instead of laying on his lap, your face directly pressed into his chest. You can hear his heartbeat below it, not exactly rapid but certainly betraying him, letting you know this situation is affecting him just like it’s affecting you. His arms wrap around you, and when he speaks, you can feel the rumble of his voice radiate through his chest and into you. “And now you’re gonna sit here with me, you’re gonna fall asleep before you know it, and the rest of those fools will have to accept that only I could give you what you need.” He pulls you impossibly closer, snugly tucking you into him and leaning back to pull you down to the deck with him.

“Someone’s a little jealous, huh?”

He scoffs. “Why would I be? Who’re you laying on right now, huh?” His hand grips your hip as if proving a point. “Go to sleep already, you need it.”

“What, you think this is all it takes? Cuddling?” Even as you say it, you break into a yawn, and your eyes begin to droop. His presence is comforting, and between his body heat and the gentle warmth of the sunlight, you can feel yourself beginning to fade. Your vision is too blurry to see his cocky grin, but you know it’s there all the same.

“Yeah, I do. Now get some rest.” You barely hear his response over the calming sound of his heartbeat. Your breathing slows, and before you know it, you’re sleeping for the first time in what feels like years.

After you’ve fallen asleep, he takes his time to observe you. The way your hair shines in the sunlight, the way your mouth parts slightly when you snore, the way your body feels so natural and right against his. His hand rubs a soothing circle into your back while you rest, and you make a soft noise of contentment that he can’t help but smile at. You look so beautiful like this, so small and soft and fragile. Something to care for. Something to protect. It feels right to have you in his arms, right against him, where he can keep you safe. 

He wonders if you’d be willing to do this all the time, though he’d rather die than ask. He has his pride. Maybe you’ll come to him, wide eyed and wanting, next time you struggle to fall asleep. Maybe you’ll ask in that shy little voice if he’d be willing to help you, in the way only he can, and all he’ll have to do is open his arms for you to fall into. Maybe he’ll have more days and nights like these, with the comforting weight of another in his bed. What an idea.

He wonders what you might give him in thanks. One of those breathtaking smiles, surely. A hug, perhaps. It wouldn’t be more than this, pressed together, but the idea of you initiating it, of it being a deliberate choice on your part, makes his heart beat a little faster. He imagines you throwing your arms around him of your own volition, no captain shoving you forward. He imagines those arms moving around his neck instead, pulling him closer so you can press your lips onto his. He imagines how soft they’d be, and how desperate you would be to feel his own. He imagines you wanting him in a dozen different ways, each unique, each better than the last. He imagines calling you his, and you calling him yours in return.

He falls asleep to the idea of a shared life, a shared bed, a shared heart. When the crew finally stumbles out of their naps, they find the two of you on deck, intertwined, a tangle of limbs that seems all but impossible to separate. You’re both snoring softly, smiles on your faces, and they can’t bear to wake you. You seem like you’re having very sweet dreams.

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what’s left unsaid ⁠⁠— adrian pucey x fem!reader

Summary: The sweet, unspoken moments of Adrian’s and Y/N’s relationship over the years. 

Warnings: loss of a parent (not a heavy focus, but it’s included)

Notes: reader uses she/her pronouns, sorted into Slytherin just because it made more sense plot wise, two years older than golden trio, no physical traits mentioned

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: I don’t really post fics and only write if inspiration hits me (though I do want to get into writing more so bare with me). I saw a bittersweet tikok the other day, about a girl’s boyfriend instinctively holding her hand during the father-daughter dance at a wedding and j’s lullaby (darlin’ i’d wait for you) by delaney bailey was playing over the video. This fic is inspired by those two things. That song really encapsulates the feeling and sweetest I was aiming for so feel free to give that song a listen if you want :’)

Y/N and Adrian became friends the moment they sat next to each other after the sorting. They both got put into Slytherin and talked to each other throughout the entire feast. From that day on, their friendship grew stronger and they quickly became inseparable. Here they were now, second year and best friends as ever. Sure, they got teased a couple times from fellow classmates, but it didn’t bother them too much. Adrian got it worse than Y/N and she could tell he struggled with it at times. He just wanted the other Slytherin boys to like him, though he would never admit that.

Czytaj dalej

[myjlla]

F1 Masterlist

This masterlist contains all my work with F1 drivers

Ollie Bearman

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The Great War | Finnick Odair

Pairing/s: Finnick Odair x fem!reader

Summary: After everything that you've been through during the rebellion you finally found the peace with Finnick.

Warning/s: angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, war, weapons (reader has a knife), bow and arrows, trident, axe, syringe, violence, fighting, Katniss gets struck by lightning, blood, trust issues, attempted suicide (not graphical, but it's talked about), wounds, pills, trauma, Finnick ALMOST dying, Snow's execution and Coin's death, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: Once again, a fic inspired by Taylor Swift's song (are we really surprised?)

My knuckles were bruised like violets

Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked

Spineless in my tomb of silence

Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

And maybe it was ego swinging

Maybe it was her

Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

The heat was getting to your head, it was staring to be too much. It already was.

The holes in your bodysuit that were the consequence of the poisonous fog were everywhere it seemed like. Your hair was sticking to your face because of the sweat from the intense heat and exhaustion. You gripped your knife that seemed to fit you a little too perfectly. The golden earing that Haymitch gifted you so that Katniss could recognize you as one of her allies was hitting the side of your face as you ran to the lightning tree.

You were terrified. You were in on the plan to get Katniss out, of course. Everyone except Katniss and Peeta was.

You did your part. You joined Johanna and cut out the tracker inside of Katniss' arm. But that's when things went wrong. One of the carriers attempted to attack you. It was dark, tropical trees were everywhere, you couldn't see anything. You didn't know who attacked you. All you knew was that you pushed Katniss away to keep her hidden and Johanna ordered you to run while she distracted the person who tried to attack. For a moment you stood there frozen, hesitant. Johanna Mason then swinged her axe at you and you had no choice but to bolt away as fast as you could.

Your mind was racing too fast. Finnick. Katniss. You had to get to that tree to make sure that they are there. That they are okay because you were one hundred percent sure that if they weren't you would lose your mind. You would become the madness itself.

You didn't hear anything but two pairs of footsteps running somewhere north from you. You kept running, trying to ignore the intense dehydration, heat and exhaustion. But as you didn't hear nor see Johanna after a while you started to seriously regret your decision.

You pushed your was through to the lightning tree. You didn't have time to catch your breath because it was immediately knocked out of you as you saw Katniss pointing her arrow at Finnick. He was still holding his trident, but you know that he wouldn't use it even if she did shoot him.

"Katniss!" Your raspy voice yelled out, Finnick immediately turned to you. A look of relief washing over him as he saw you.

"Remember who the real enemy is." Finnick reminded the girl on fire and at that moment realization washed over her. You could see it.

She looked at Beetee who was unconscious behind her. The coil was still there. She quickly picked it up, wrapping it around her arrow before pointing it at the sky.

At that moment both fear and adrenaline washed over you. She was going to blow up the arena once the lightning strikes the tree.

"Katniss!" Finnick's voice rang out. "Get away from that tree!"

You started to panic. You were getting out of time. Finnick, Katniss, Beetee and you were the only ones who came. Johanna was nowhere to be found. Peeta didn't return yet. Your ever racing mind pushed you to run towards Finnick as fast as you could.

"Katniss, get away from that tree!" Finnick's voice rang out once more before you saw it.

Katniss pointed at the sky, the lightning striked the tree and she let the arrow fly.

The last thing that you saw was the bright light from the lightning, a bloody screams that left Katniss' and your mouths and a painful grunt from the love of your life before the mere force of the lightnings hit sent you flying into the trees behind you before the darkness overtook you.

°

Once you woke up everything was hurting you. You felt so numb. You felt so numb yet you somehow felt everything. It was truly horrific.

The oxygen mask was planted onto your face as your eyes scanned the unknown territory. Everything was white and so clean. You turned your head to the side and spotted Katniss Everdeen, still knocked out beside you, and Beetee, not that far away from you. He was still unconscious, too. At that moment, you felt panic arise in your chest, consuming you. Where was Finnick?

You violently ripped the oxygen mask from your face as you stood up, ignoring the sharp pain that traveled across your body. What were you going to do? You patted your thigh, but your knife was gone. You knew that you weren't thinking rationally, but you never did when it came to him.

You spotted a see-through box a few feet away from you. A syringe was in there. It was filled with an unknown liquid, but you guessed that someone knocked you unconscious with this so you took the risk as you placed the syringe in the palm of your hand.

You strolled silently towards the door. You jumped a bit as the door suddenly opened. You raised the syringe in the air, ready to attack anyone who stood behind the door if you needed to.

You felt yourself slowly lowering the syringe in your hand as you saw who stood in front of you. Haymitch and Plutarch Heavensbee. You made it. You were relatively safe. But not seeing Finnick didn't calm your nerves. If anything it just fueled the fire in your veins.

"Where is Finnick?" You hissed out, your voice dangerously lowered that you scared yourself for a brief moment. You knew that you probably looked like a mad woman, but you didn't really find it in yourself to care.

"Y/N." Haymitch slowly approached you, he raised his hands in the air in front of him as an attempt to both calm you down and show you that he won't hurt you. "He's here. On the chair, he's still unconscious."

You turned to look at the side that Haymitch was pointing at and there he was. In a blue shirt that was too big for him. You threw the syringe onto the desk in the middle of the room as you stared at him. Relief washing over you like the waves back at your District.

"What happened while I was out?" You asked Haymitch waiting for an explanation as you didn't take your eyes off of Finnick.

"We couldn't rescue Johanna and Peeta." Haymitch sighed, he was obviously afraid that you would try to attack again and this time succeed after you hear the news that he had for you. "They still have trackers in their arms. We cut Finnick's, Beetee's and yours out after we rescued you."

He stopped here and you waited. You waited for his words to finally hit you.

"The Capitol took Peeta and Johanna."

Out of nowhere, the darkness overtook you once again. The last thing you remember was Haymitch catching you in his arms and Finnick yelling out your name.

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, sweet dream was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, tears on the letter

I vowed not to cry anymore

If we survived the Great War

The room of the hospital wing at District 13 was dimly lit. The cold metal walls of one of the hospital rooms felt like they were closing in on you, cutting the space for you to breath. Perhaps that was one of the reasons as to why your breaths came in ragged gasps as you suddenly woke up from your state. You sat up in your bed, sweat-soaked and still trembling. Another nightmare. The same one that haunted your every dream, every night, since the first night that you left the arena from your games. The arena, the blood, the faces of those you had to kill. Everything came back to haunt you once again.

Suddenly the door slid open with a harsh, quick movement.

Finnick slept in the room next door. You knew he was there, even before you heard the footsteps approaching. Pretty soon your suspicions were proven to be correct. There he was, shirtless and disheveled, concern etched on his face.

"Y/N." He whispered, crossing the room in a few strides. His arms enveloped you, pulling your crying, shaking form close to him providing the protection that you needed. "Another nightmare?"

You felt yourself nod, burying your face in his chest as you tried your hardest to just dissappear. His skin was warm against your cold, tear stained cheek, a stark contrast to the icy memories that plagued you.

"I can't escape them, Finnick." Your voice shook, a sob at the tip of your lips. "Their screams, the blood... everything. I relive it each and every night since that year."

He held you tighter, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back.

"You're safe here now, darling." He murmured. "We're in 13. The Capitol can't touch us here." He talked, as if he tried to remind you where you are right now, trying to pull you away from the horrific nightmare that he was oh so familiar with himself.

"The guilt is eating me alive." Your voice cracked, a silent tear sliding down your cheek. "I killed them. How can I possibly live with that?"

Finnick tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His sea-green eyes bore into yours, fierce and unwavering.

"My love, listen to me." His soft voice spoke to you. "We all did what we had to do. The Games were a nightmare, but we made it out. We're alive."

"But at what cost?" Tears welled up, threatening to spill. "I can't forget their faces. The ones I killed. The ones that I left behind..."

"You promised me something, remember?" He wiped a lost tear away with his thumb. "Back before I was forced to send you into that arena alone. You promised me that you will survive and come back to me. You did."

"I know, but-"

"No buts." His voice was firm, it reminded you of the time that he trained you before you went into the arena for the first time. Back when you two were just a mentor and a tribute, nothing more. "You're so much stronger than you think you are, love. We all carry scars, but they don't define us. I want you to promise me something now."

"And that is?" You asked him as you kept your eyes on him.

"Promise me that you won't cry anymore. Not because of the Capitol or the nightmares. We survived, Y/N. And we'll keep surviving."

You hesitated, but then you nodded. "I promise."

"Good. Now get some rest. I'll be right here when you wake up." Finnick pressed his lips to your forehead, a gentle kiss that sent warmth through your veins.

As you settled back against the pillows, his arms were still wrapped around you, giving you sense of protection you came to a realization that maybe you could find comfort in the darkness that seemed to constantly try to consume you. With Finnick by your side, the nightmares seemed less terrifying, and the promise that you made him that night felt like it will last a lifetime.

And so, in the quiet of that hospital room in District 13, underground, you closed your eyes, vowing to keep your promise. No more fear, you knew that you would be all right as long as your love was next to you.

You drew up some good faith treaties

I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone

You said I have to trust more freely

But diesel is desire, you were playin' with fire

And maybe it's the past that's talkin'

Screamin' from the crypt

Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did

So I justified it

The sterile white walls of District 13's hospital pressed in on you, suffocating you, stripping you of fresh air that your lungs needed right now. You sat at the edge of your hospital bed, your fingers tracing the material of the purple medical bracelet around your waist that said that you were "Mentally disoriented". The label of the chaos that boiled within you.

The doctors came and went, you heard their voices, but they didn't reach your brain, your messed up mind. They offered so many pills, you didn't even know what pill was for what anymore. They offered therapy sessions and worst of all, sympathetic glances. They looked at you like you were broken and you were, but you hated it with burning passion. Yet after all of that, you couldn't trust them. Not after everything that you went through. The arena, the cruelty of the Capitol, the loss of your friends. The nightmares that still clung to you like shadows, following your every step, and the darkness that constantly threatened to swallow you whole.

Finnick sat beside you. His hand brushed against yours, a silent reassurance. His eyes held a depth of understanding. The kind of understanding that came only from someone who survived the horrors too immense to name.

"You don't have to face this alone." He said softly. His voice was your lifeline, pulling you back from the endless abyss. "Y/N, let them help you."

"They don't understand, Finnick." You whispered in the quietness of the room. "They can't understand."

"Maybe not, but I do." His thumb traced circles on your palm.

"Finnick, I-" You met his gaze, the weight of your pain reflected in his sea-green eyes.

Before you could finish, though, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. It was a desperate kiss, fueled by fear and longing. His mouth tasted of salt and the sea.

"Don't shut me out." He murmured against your lips, his voice sweater then honey. "I can't lose you, too."

"I'm broken, Finnick." Tears welled up blurring your vision.

"No." He said fiercely. "You're not broken. You're a survivor. And you're mine."

Finnick pulled you into his arms, holding you as if you were fragile glass. His heartbeat echoed against your chest, a rhythm of hope.

"Promise me." He whispered. "Promise me that you won't try to leave me behind again."

The memory of the razor blade, the cold metal against your skin, haunted you. You'd wanted an escape, a way to silence the screams of your fellow tributes that echoed in your mind. But the doctors had intervened, wrestling the blade from your trembling hand.

"I promise." You choked out. "But what if I can't keep it?"

"Then I'll be here." He vowed, his grip on your hands tightened. "Every step of the way. We'll fight this darkness together."

And so, in the sterile hospital room that you were forced to stay in, Finnick and you clung to each other. The fragile threads of two broken souls entwined. Finnick's love was a lifeline, pulling you back from the blink. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to believe that survival was possible. Even when the nightmares threatened to consume you.

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the bombs were close and

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, the burning embers

I vowed not to fight anymore

If we survived the Great War

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

The air was thick with tension, the walls of District 13 trembling as the Capitol’s bombs rained down upon them. Finnick now stood alongside you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. His sea-green eyes were filled with worry, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest once again.

The lockdown sirens blared, drowning out the screams of panic echoing through the corridors. People rushed past you, seeking shelter, but you and Finnick remained rooted to the spot. The world outside seemed to blur as you clung to each other, seeking solace in the midst of chaos.

“Y/N.” Finnick whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. “We’ll get through this. Somehow we always do.”

You nodded, your fingers tracing the contours of his face. His stubble scratched against your skin, a familiar sensation that grounded you. The Capitol had taken so much from both of you—the Games, the torture, the loss—but here, in this moment, you had each other.

The bombs continued to fall, shaking the ground beneath your feet. You pressed your cheek against Finnick’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. His hand slid down to your lower back, holding you close as if he could shield you from the destruction outside.

“I love you.” you murmured, your voice barely audible over the chaos everywhere around you. “After all this is over, I promise I won’t fight anymore. No more battles, no more bloodshed.”

Finnick’s grip tightened. “Y/N, you don’t have to—”

“No.” You interrupted. “I mean it. We’ve both seen enough violence, lost enough people. If we survive this war, I want a different life. A peaceful one. With you.”

His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning.

“A peaceful life...” he repeated, as if testing the words. “Together.”

“Together.” You nodded, your heart swelling with determination.

And so, as the bombs continued to fall, you made a silent vow. You would survive this war, not for the rebellion or for justice, but for the chance to hold Finnick Odair in your arms without fear. To build a future where love could flourish, where scars could heal, and where promises were kept.

In the chaos of District 13’s lockdown, you clung to each other, two souls battered by the storm. But love was your anchor, and as long as you had that, you knew you could weather anything—even the wrath of the Capitol.

It turned into something bigger

Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

Your finger on my hair pin triggers

Soldier down on that icy ground

Looked up at me with honor and truth

Broken and blue, so I called off the troops

That was the night I nearly lost you

I really thought I lost you

The hallway was dimly lit, the flickering fluorescent bulbs casting eerie shadows on the cold metal walls. You stood there, your heart pounding in your chest, waiting for Finnick. The room where the victors were supposed to meet felt like a prison. A place where memories of the Games and the Capitol’s cruelty still lingered.

The rebellion had succeeded. The Capitol was in chaos, its once-mighty regime crumbling. But victory came at a cost. The mutts, the twisted, genetically engineered creatures, had nearly taken Finnick from you. Katniss had told you about it, her voice raw with emotion. How he’d fought tooth and nail, how he’d almost been torn apart.

And now, as you waited, your fingers trembling, you couldn’t shake the image of his bloodied form from your mind. The way he’d looked at you before leaving for that final mission, the promise in his eyes, the unspoken words that he will return to you alive, in one piece. You’d clung to that promise, held it close like a fragile flame in the darkest of nights.

The door creaked open, and there he was, Finnick Odair, the boy with the sea-green eyes and the tragic past. His hair was disheveled, his skin pale, but he was alive. He stepped into the hallway, and you rushed to him, throwing your arms around his neck. His scent, the salt of the sea that carried itself back from your home, the tang of sweat, filled your senses, and you buried your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“Finnick.” you whispered, your voice breaking. “You’re here. You’re alive.”

His arms tightened around you, and for a moment, you forgot about the war, the mutts, the bloodshed. It was just the two of you, clinging to each other like shipwreck survivors in a stormy sea.

“I promised, didn’t I?” His voice was hoarse, but there was a hint of a smile. “I always keep my promises.”

You pulled away, your hands delicately framing his face. His cheek was bruised, a gash running along his jawline. But his eyes, they held a fierce determination, a fire that refused to be extinguished.

“You idiot!” you said, your voice trembling. “You almost died.”

“But I didn’t. And I won’t. Not as long as you’re here.” He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you kissed him, desperate, hungry, as if you could swallow away the pain, the fear, the memories. His lips were warm, tasting of salt and survival. And in that kiss, you made a silent vow, a promise of your own.

“After this war...” you whispered against his mouth, “we’ll find a place where the sea meets the sky. Somewhere far from the Capitol, far from the Games. We’ll heal, Finnick. Together.”

He kissed you again, and this time, it was slow, tender. “Together.” he murmured. “Always.”

And so, in the hallway of broken dreams, you held each other, two fractured souls seeking solace. The victors’ meeting could wait. For now, all that mattered was this fragile moment, the taste of salt, the warmth of love, and the promise of a future beyond the horrors of Panem.

We can plant a memory garden

Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair

And we will never go back

The air in District 13 was thick with tension as the rebels gathered to witness the execution of President Snow. The Capitol had fallen, and the weight of years of suffering and loss hung heavily on everyone's shoulders. Finnick, like always, stood beside you. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as you both faced the president.

The crowd murmured, their collective breaths held. The noose tightened around Snow's neck, and the man who had orchestrated so much pain and death finally met his end. You didn't feel relief; instead, a hollow emptiness settled within you. The cycle of violence had consumed too many lives, and you wondered if it would ever truly end.

After the execution, you and Finnick retreated to your small quarter that was given to you at the presidential palace. You packed the few belongings you had left, folding clothes and tucking away mementos. Finnick watched you, his eyes shadowed by the ghosts of the arena.

"Y/N." he said softly, breaking the silence. "We've survived so much. But now… maybe it's time for something different."

You turned to face him, your heart aching. "Different how?"

He stepped closer, cupping your cheek. "Peace, Y/N. We've fought, bled, and lost. Maybe it's time we find our own peace."

His words resonated within you. You thought of the horrors you'd witnessed—the Hunger Games, the rebellion, the deaths of friends. The scars ran deep, and you wondered if healing was even possible.

As if sensing your turmoil, Finnick pulled you into his arms. His embrace was both tender and desperate.

"We finally get to leave." he murmured against your hair. "Find a quiet place in 4, away from the chaos. Somewhere we can heal."

"But Katniss…" you began, thinking of the broken girl who had become the Mockingjay.

Finnick kissed your forehead. "Katniss will find her way. She's strong. And she has Peeta."

°

The next morning, you stood with Finnick on the platform in front of the train that would take you to District 4. Katniss approached, her eyes red-rimmed from grief and exhaustion. You took her hands, feeling the weight of her pain.

"Katniss, don't do this to yourself anymore, I beg you." Your soft voice reached her ears. "After everything… we'll try to find the peace we all deserve. I hope you find it too."

"Also, there is something that Finnick and I wanted to let you know before we leave the Capitol." you said gently.

She looked at you, her expression wary.

"I'm pregnant." you announced and Finnick's grip on your waist tightened.

Katniss blinked, surprise flickering across her face. "Pregnant?"

"Yes." you confirmed. "And Finnick and I… we've had enough bloodshed. It's time for us to find peace. Back at 4. Because we both know that we can't do it here at the Capitol."

Katniss's lips trembled. "Take care of each other." she whispered. "And write to me. Tell me whatever you need."

"We will." Finnick promised, placing a hand on her shoulder as he spoke. "And Katniss, find your own peace too. You deserve it the most."

As the train pulled away, you glanced back at Katniss. She stood there, a lone figure, watching you both leave. The world outside blurred, and you clung to Finnick's hand, knowing that this journey was about more than survival, it was about reclaiming life, love, and hope.

Together, you and Finnick leaned against the window, watching the landscape rush by. The Capitol, the districts, and the scars of war faded into the distance. Ahead lay an uncertain future, but for the first time, it felt like freedom.

And as the train carried you away, you whispered to the wind.

"Peace, Katniss. May you find it too."

To that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, we're burned for better

I vowed I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the coast. You sat on the weathered driftwood, your sundress billowing in the breeze. The waves crashed against the shore, a rhythmic lullaby that matched the beat of your heart.

Finnick was out there, his laughter carried by the wind. He chased their little daughter, her giggles like music. She had his sea-green eyes and your stubborn spirit. Her tiny feet left imprints in the wet sand, and you watched them both, the man you loved and the child you'd brought into this world.

His white shirt clung to his chest, the fabric darkened by saltwater. His light brown pants were soaked, but he didn't care. Finnick had always been at home in the sea, a merman with secrets hidden beneath his skin.

You traced the delicate band on your finger, the wedding ring. The day you'd vowed to be one with Finnick forever played in your mind. The sun had been just as golden then, and the waves had whispered promises. You'd said "I do" with the ocean as your witness, and it felt like the universe itself had blessed your union.

Beside you layed Katniss' letter. Her words echoed in your head, a mix of sorrow and hope. She'd lost so much, fought so hard. But now, finally, there was peace. Peeta was by her side, both of them were healing together. The Mockingjay had found her song and it was a bittersweet melody.

You closed your eyes, feeling the salt spray on your skin. The sea had witnessed your love, your pain, and your victories. It had taken so much from you, the Games, the rebellion, the scars etched into your soul. But it had also given you Finnick, your anchor in this tumultuous world.

As if sensing your thoughts, Finnick approached. His hair was tousled, his smile soft. He sat beside you, your daughter nestled in his arms. She clutched a seashell, her eyes wide with wonder.

"She's growing up so fast." you murmured, leaning into Finnick's warmth.

"Too fast." He kissed your temple.

You glanced at the horizon. The sun was a fiery ball, sinking into the water. "Katniss wrote that Peeta and her found peace."

"It's about time." Finnick nodded.

"We've all shed enough blood for an eternity, perhaps even more than that." You rested your head on his shoulder.

He intertwined his fingers with yours. "Maybe now we can heal."

The waves whispered their agreement. You looked at your daughter, at the man who'd become your heart.

"We'll find our peace too, won't we?"

Finnick pressed his lips to your forehead. "After everything… we deserve it."

And as the sea sang its ancient song, you knew that love, like the tides, would flow. But here, by the coast, with Finnick and your daughter, you found solace. The wedding ring glinted in the fading light, a promise etched in metal.

Katniss's words echoed once more:

"May you find peace."

And you believed that you finally had.

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

Uh-huh

I vowed I would always be yours

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Avatar: The Last Airbender (Avatar: The Legend of Aang)

Journey - part 1

Takes place in Book 1, Episode 1 - The Boy in the Iceberg

Pairing: OC x Zuko

There is no beta read and I use Grammarly since English is not my first language

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Water -> Earth -> Fire -> Air..

My late father used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace. When the Avatar kept balance between Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation and Air Nomads. But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar mastered all four elements could stop the ruthless firebenders. But when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years have passed, and the Fire Nation is nearing victory in the war. Two years ago, The men of my Tribe journeyed to the Earth Kingdom to help fight against the Fire Nation, leaving their wives and children. Some people believe that the Avatar was never reborn into the Air Nomads and that the cycle is broken. But I haven't lost hope. I still believe that somehow the Avatar will return to save the world.

The icy winds of the Southern Water Tribe howled softly over the frozen landscape, carrying the scent of salt and puffy snow through the air. Yula stood at the edge of the palace docks, wrapped in thick blue furs, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag as she took in the sight of her home - this was all she had ever known. And now, she was leaving it behind.

Her heart pounded with mixed emotions. Excitement, nervousness, sorrow. This journey to the Northern Water Tribe was a necessity - she needed to master her sword fighting, the only form of protection available to her. As a firebender in hiding, she was forbidden from using her bending, forced to suppress a part of herself to ensure her safety. She had long accepted this burden, she herself didn't want to use it, but it didn't make leaving any easier.

Nearby, Kenzo stood tall, his expression serious yet laced with sadness. He was staying behind to oversee the tribe with their mother. After their fathers death, it was the three of them, now without Yula - only two.

All the men had left to fight alongside the Earth Kingdom against the Fire Nation.

Yula had no doubt that he would be an excellent chief, but it pained her to leave him with such a heavy responsibility.

"You'll do great, Kenzo," she said, forcing a reassuring smile. "I know you will."

Kenzo let out a small huff, crossing his arms. "And you’ll become the best swordswoman the Northern Water Tribe has ever seen. Just don’t let them push you around."

Yula chuckled. "I wouldn’t dream of it."

There was a pause. The weight of this farewell settled between them. Kenzo hesitated before stepping forward and pulling Yula into a tight hug. She clung to him, squeezing her eyes shut, savoring the warmth of her brother’s presence for just a few moments longer.

"Be safe," he murmured. "Write to me when you be there."

"I will," she promised, pulling away with a small smile. "Before I go, I need to see Katara and Sokka."

Kenzo nodded. "I heard they’re down by the shore."

With a final glance at her brother, Yula turned and made her way through the village toward the snow-covered shoreline. The sight of familiar figures - two of her dearest friends - made her chest tighten.

Katara and Sokka stood near the water’s edge, preparing their canoe and their fishing equipment, completely unaware of her approaching footsteps.

"Planning to catch dinner without saying goodbye to me first?" Yula teased, causing both siblings to turn around in surprise.

Katara’s face immediately softened, a bittersweet smile gracing her lips. "Yula… you're really leaving."

Sokka, on the other hand, puffed out his chest, putting on his best nonchalant expression. "Yeah, yeah, we knew this was coming. Not a big deal or anything."

Yula smirked at his act. "Oh, really? So you’re not going to miss me at all?"

"Pfft, miss you?" Sokka scoffed, crossing his arms. "I mean, sure, who am I supposed to spar with now? The kids guys in the village can’t even lift a sword properly! But no, I’ll be totally fine. Totally."

Katara rolled her eyes, though amusement twinkled in them. "You’re terrible at hiding your emotions, Sokka."

Yula laughed before turning serious, her gaze flickering between the two of them. "I just wanted to thank you both. You've been some of the best friends I could have ever asked for."

Katara stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Yula in a warm hug. "You're like an older sister to us, Yula. I’m going to miss you so much."

Yula tightened the embrace. "I’ll miss you too. But don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it."

When they pulled away, Yula turned to Sokka. He stood stiffly, clearly torn between maintaining his cool-guy facade and actually expressing how he felt. After a second, Yula decided for him and pulled him into a hug.

For a moment, Sokka remained frozen, trying to hold onto his composure. But it only took a heartbeat before he melted into the embrace, holding her tight. "Okay, okay," he muttered, voice slightly strained. "Maybe I’ll miss you. A little."

Yula smiled against his shoulder. "I knew it!"

When they finally pulled apart, Yula took a deep breath, glancing toward the small ship waiting at the docks.

"Take care of each other," she said firmly, giving them one last look. "And try not to fight too much."

Sokka scoffed. "No promises."

Katara smiled softly. "Be safe, Yula."

With one last nod, Yula turned and walked toward the waiting ship. A Southern Tribe soldier helped her onto the vessel, and as she settled into her seat, she gazed back at her friends. They stood side by side, watching her with expressions of sadness and encouragement. She lifted a hand, waving at them, a small tear slipping down her cheek, though a smile remained on her face.

Katara smiled back, and Sokka waved, his usual confident grin faltering just a little.

As the boat drifted away, Katara glanced at her brother. "You already miss her, don’t you?"

Sokka sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah."

Katara nudged him gently. "Come on, we have to go fishing."

I don't own any rights to characters other than Yula and Kenzo (and their mom and dad). I don't own any story lines and plots other than these related to my OC.

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Avatar: The Last Airbender (Avatar: The Legend of Aang)

Princess - backstory

Pairing: OC x Zuko

This is a backstory to the main story happening in the tv series.

There is no beta read and I use Grammarly since english is not my first language.

Zuko x OC MASTERLIST here

The palace of the Southern Water Tribe stood tall against the icy cliffs, its structure carved into the frozen land. Inside there were dim lanterns flickered against the deep blue walls, casting long shadows as a five-year-old Yula clutched the hand of her six-year-old brother named Kenzo.

Their small feet padded softly against the fur-covered floors as they walked towards the sacred chamber, where their fate and future would be revealed. It was a tradition in the royal family—children were to have their destinies told by a fortune teller.

Yula's heart pounded against her chest, her small fingers tightening around Kenzo's. She wasn't afraid, but the unknown made her stomach flip. Kenzo, despite being only a year older, walked with purpose, his expression serious.

The chamber doors creaked open. Inside, an elderly woman was sitting cross-legged on a thick pile of pelts, her face lined with age and wisdom. Her piercing gray eyes were peaceful. Behind children, their parents hesitated in the doorway.

"You may not stay," the old woman murmured. "Destiny is for the child's ears only."

Their father glanced down at them unsure, but their mother placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Without another word, they left, the doors shutting behind them.

Yula and Kenzo sat before the fortune teller. Kenzo was the first to be told his fortune. The old woman reached out and placed a bowl before her, a small fire erupted inside it, casting a warm glow upon her face. The flames danced and curled, twisting in unnatural shapes but also creating some sort of strange pattern.

The old woman hummed, watching the smoke. Her fingers reached into a small pouch at her side, retrieving small bones that clattered against the stone floor as she tossed them. She studied how they landed, the cracks forming unseen messages only she could see. Finally, she took Kenzo's hand in her own, running her fingers over the lines on his palm.

The woman spoke. "You will be the first King of the Southern Water Tribe after the last one was killed at the start of the 100 year war."

Kenzo blinked. "A king?"

The old woman nodded. "Yes. You will restore our tribe's honor. You will lead our people and make them equal to the North again." She stopped to take a breath "You will be remembered as a great."

Kenzo's brows furrowed slightly as if he was trying to make sense of the weight of her words. He glanced at Yula, but she only looked at him, and shrugged her shoulders a little - not exactly understanding what the old Lady meant.

Then the woman turned to her. Yula hesitated before scooting forward, watching as the ritual began once more. The flames flickered, sending up spirals of dark smoke that curled like ocean waves. The bones clattered against the ground, and the old woman traced the cracks with a knowing gaze. Finally, she took Yula's small hand, running her fingers over her palm, feeling the future in the ridges of her skin.

"You, as tradition says" she murmured, voice thick with something unreadable, "will be the protector of the Ocean Spirit."

Yula tilted her head. "Ocean Spirit?"

"It is the duty of the Southern Tribe, just as the North guards the Moon Spirit. I see that you will have to rescue one of them at some point."

Yula frowned, her young mind struggling to get the meaning. The woman continued. "You will play a role in restoring the Southern Water Tribe, you will help your brother. But your path doesn't end there."

She leaned in slightly. "Your destiny is tied to fire, maybe even more than water. You will take part in restoring the Fire Nation."

The words sent a shiver down Yula's spine. The Fire Nation. That name wasn't even meant to be whispered in the tribe. It meant enemies, war and danger.

She glanced at Kenzo again, searching his face for understanding. He looked just as confused.

"You are young," the old woman said gently, sensing their unease. "You do not yet understand the weight of your destinies. But in time, you will. And when that time comes, you will be ready."

The flickering fire cast long shadows over their faces, sealing the moment into eternity. They were not to speak of what they had heard, not to anyone. It was a secret that would stay between them until they were old enough to understand who to trust.

Yula exhaled softly and reached for Kenzo's hand again. He held onto her tightly, just as he always did. Whatever their destinies meant, they would face them together.

For now, they were just children.

->

Four years later, the palace rested under a peaceful sky. Yula and Kenzo had fallen asleep quickly that night, their small forms curled beneath thick furs that protected them from the cold air on the South Pole.

In a second the stillness was shattered by a deafening explosion, a sound so powerful they were sure they have never heard something like that.

A servant burst into their chamber, his face pale with terror. "Come with me! Now!" He almost screamed.

Without hesitation, they scrambled from their beds, their bare feet slapping against the freezing stone and icy floor. The corridors were no longer silent; they echoed with the clash of weapons, the heat of fire, splashes of water, and the desperate cries of warriors. Melting ice mixed with the cold of the night.

Kenzo gripped Yula's hand, his fingers tight around hers as he pulled her along after servant that led them through winding passages, toward the farthest part of the palace - towards the safety chamber. But there was no safety with the sounds of battle getting closer. Yula's heart pounded so strongly she thought it might burst out from her chest.

As they turned a sharp corner, Yula's breath caught. Through an open doorway, she saw her mother among combat, dark hair whipping around her as flames burst from her hands. Fire curled through the air, striking down enemy soldiers. She moved with desperation, defending the palace.

Yula's steps faltered. Her grip on Kenzo's hand slipped as she turned. Her mother was magnificent and terrifying, but she was surrounded by Fire Nation soldiers on all sides.

"Mother!" Yula choked out.

Kenzo yanked at her arm, but it was too late. A soldier spotted her, his blood-red armor glinting in the fire, she couldn't see his face because of the terrifing mask. "Look who I found." He said.

Yula barely had time to react before he grabbed her by the arm. He yanked her close, his grip bruising Yulas small body. The next moment, agony seared across her right side of the neck. Yula felt burning pain. She screamed, her vision blurred.

Her mother's voice rang out like a battle cry. "Let her go!"

In a moment, her mother was there alond with other Water Tribe soldiers, her fire striking the enemy soldier with fury. He staggered but did not fall easily. Her mother wasn't a trained soldier and he was skilled, blocking and keeping his grip on Yula. Her mother fought harder, her strikes were getting more desperate.

Yula gasped as her mother struck again, finally landing a decisive blow. In that split second, Yula's mother wrenched her free and pulled her into her arms. Yula's head fall against her mother's chest, pain wracking her small body. She barely registered the run through the palace, and barely felt the cold anymore.

They reached the hidden chamber. Kenzo was already there, his hands shaking. Two Water Tribe warriors stood guard, their weapons ready. A healer rushed forward, hands glowing with soft blue light as she assessed Yula's injuries. Yula whimpered as the woman pressed a hand to her burned skin, easing the pain but unable to erase the damage. "This scar will never fade," the healer murmured, understanding that child has been marked forever.

Hours stretched on in silence. The battle outside waned, the sounds of war becoming distant. Then, the news came.

The Fire Nation had retreated. The attack was over.

But their father - the tribes leader and protector - had been killed.

The words cut deeper than any sword ever could. Yula felt the weight of them press down on her chest, guilt setting in her body. Kenzo sank to his knees, his breath hitching. Their mother turned away, her shoulders shaking, silent tears slipping down her face as one of the tribes soldier prepared to catch her if needed.

The world had changed in a single night.

->

A month passed, but the grief didn't. The palace was restored, its walls standing strong again. But for Yula, Kenzo, and their mother, nothing would ever feel the same.

One evening, their mother gathered them close in the quiet of their sleeping chamber. Her voice was steady but heavy with unspoken pain. "The attack was meant to end our line," she said gravely. "Your father was their target. And if they had succeeded in their attack fully, you two would have been next."

Kenzo swallowed hard. "What do we do now?"

Their mother looked at him, eyes filled with determination. "Kenzo, you must master waterbending. You will need to protect yourself and your people and your little skills won't do anymore."

She turned to Yula. "Even though you are a fire bender, like me, anyone outside the palace must not know about your abilities. Given the state of the world, we won't be able to find a fire-bending master, and I am not skilled enough to teach you advanced forms."

Yula set her jaw. "Then I want to learn something else."

Her mother nodded. "You will learn the sword. It will be your defense when fire is not an option."

Yula inhaled sharply, in that moment she promised herself that no one would suffer because of her foolish actions.

I don't own any rights to characters other then Yula and Kenzō (and their mom and dad). I don't own any story lines and plots other than these related to my OC.

Pictures above were found on pinterest!

! I DON'T ALLOW ANY TRANSLATIONS OR ANY REUSE/CHANGE/THEFT OF MY WORK. Reposts, likes and comments are welcome.

Written by @myjlla on Tumblr; do not steal !!

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The bond between a girl and her favorite fictional man? That shit’s toxic, but in the best way. It’s this messed-up, all-consuming obsession where she’ll go to war for a man who doesn’t even exist—like, literally fight someone for talking shit about him. She knows he’s a red flag with legs, but she’s ready to unpack his trauma and let him ruin her life, because he gets her in ways real guys never could. He’s everything she wants and everything she should probably stay the hell away from, but fuck it. It’s not about logic; it’s about the fantasy of someone who’s so broken, they’d burn the whole world down just to love her.

It’s painful, because she knows he’ll never be real, but that doesn’t stop her from falling harder every damn time she opens the book, watches the show, or reads another fanfic. And yeah, it hurts like hell, but it’s a beautiful kind of hurt. The kind that makes her want to scream and cry and laugh all at once.

Because no real guy could ever compare to that kind of perfectly fucked-up perfection. (And cause he will fuck you till you can't think straight)