I'm A Believer Of "if It's Over, Isn't Mean To Be" So Congrats On Your Break Up Babe.

I'm a believer of "if it's over, isn't mean to be" so congrats on your break up babe.

As u want to put your anger out, can u give us a revenge blurb? Like, reader discover her bf lied to her after they break up and now she's paying back. Choose a hughes and put them on a fight

P.s.: we love you ❤

a/n this is kinda what you mean, but genuinely i can’t fight fighting scenes so it’s kinda lead to black if you know what i mean. anyways here’s a lukey blurb, also strong platonic relationships with some players!

Your mouth had gone dry when you seen the Instagram post. It was your freshly ex-boyfriend in Malibu with a new girl, only a week after your breakup. As far as you knew, Chase was in Malibu to complete a few things for work. Instead, you were sure that he was only doing one this, getting his dick wet.

Which is what led to the situation you found yourself in now. A crowded bar on a Friday night in New Jersey, tucked under Luke’s arm. He invited you to join the team on a night out, which you hesitantly accepted. You had met the team under numerous occasions, considering you had been close friends with the Hughes brothers your entire life.

“Where’s your puppy dog?” Simon asked, promptly getting elbowed by Luke. “Broke up,” You had replied back, shrugging slightly. Luke squeezed your shoulder, giving you a sincere look. Simon looked curious, considering that since he’s met you, you’ve only been around Chase.

“Went to Malibu to get his dick wet, so I called it quits.” Your voice has a cold hearted tinge to it, watching as Simon raised his eyebrows. “Oh, well, I was just confused because he’s here, and I seen him with another girl so I figured-“

“He’s here?” Luke asked, looking around the bar area. You tensed up, remembering the previous conversation you had with Luke. The conversation where he said that he wouldn’t hesitate to start a problem.

Jack somehow squeezed his way next to you, Dawson following suit behind him. “Who’s here?” Jack asked, looking up at his brother with a confused glance. “Chase and his Malibu Barbie,” You replied, rolling your eyes.

“Deadass?”

“I see them - is that them?” Dawson asked, pointing to the couple that was about to approach the group. “You good?” Luke leaned down, whispered in your ear. You nodded, chugging the rest of your drink.

“Oh! Y/N! I would’ve never guessed to see you here!” Chase exclaimed, his voice slurred due to the amount of alcohol he most likely had consumed. “You mean the bar that I introduced you to?” You laughed, moving your eyes to the confused blonde next to him.

“Sorry, I’m Y/N. I’m the girl that he was dating when he flew to Malibu to fuck you,” You held out your hand, watching as a disgusting look took over her face. You shrugged, glancing up at Luke.

“I’m guessing you’ve fucked the whole group by now, right?” Chase asked, spit flying out of his mouth with his words. You could see Jack and Dawson take a small step further, separating you from Chase. “Not yet, getting there though,” It was a lie, but just enough to fuel Chase with anger.

“Fuckin slut-“

“You wanna take this outside kid? Or you wanna get embarrassed in here? I’m willing to do both,” Dawson shouted loudly, pointing his finger in Chase’s face.

“I’m not scared of you little hockey boys. You can’t even fight on ice-“ Chase’s words came flying as he stepped towards the boys. You deepened yourself further into Luke’s grasp. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, holding you against him tightly. Luke glanced over at Dawson, nodding his head towards the door.

“Alright let’s go, come on,” Dawson sarcastically laughed, him and Jack dragged Chase out of the bar. Which left Malibu Barbie awkwardly standing in front of the group.

“I’m sorry, did you have something to say too?” You asked her, tilting your head slightly. “You guys are aggressive maniacs.” She scoffed, turning on her heels to walk off.

Once she was out of your sight, you let out a deep breath. “You okay?” Luke mumbled, turning you to look at him. You nodded, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “Yeah! Yeah, I just need another drink.” You told him.

“Bass! Princess needs another drink,” Luke spoke, catching Nate Bastian’s attention. “On it!”

You were lucky to become so entertained within the group of the New Jersey Devils. There were many strong platonic relationships, along with a growing romantic one for the youngest Hughes brother. Tonight solidified the lingering feelings that were trapped away in a locked safe. Feelings that would soon unravel.

Forgiving love (Aonung x reader)

Masterlist

Description: Despite him pestering your twin and siblings, you couldn’t help yourself - you fell for the tall Metkayina. You didn’t expect it to be that hard.

Warnings: insecure reader, a lil angst (but happy ending as always) and danger, suggestive but no smut, Aged!up characters, Aonung is about 20 here and reader 18

9690 words

You really missed your home dearly, but you had to admit it was getting easier to bear the more you adjusted to the Metkayina way of life. At first you and your siblings had a hard time adjusting, but you were slowly getting the hang of it. Tsireya was a wonderful teacher, she was always so patient with all of you and really gave her best to help you, which wasn’t always easy.

Your bodies were different and not made for the reefs, and that was something she couldn’t change with her kindness, eventhough your twin looked at her as if she could move the stars. You thought it was cute, Tsireya seemed like the perfect match for your reckless and rulebreaking brother. He was your complete opposite, but that’s what made you two work as twins, your calm and gentle nature grounding him and his outgoing character pulling you out of your shell.

Tsireyas brother was a different story. He was also assigned by his father - the Olo’eyktan - to teach you the way of their people, but he hated you all from the start. He called your brothers and Kiri demons, bullying them with his friends and acting like a total skxawng. And your heart still sped up everytime he was near you. He had never actually insulted you or anything though, your siblings just as confused about that as you. Maybe it was because he knew that Neteyam and Lo’ak would beat him for messing with their little sister - yes, Lo’ak insisted you were his younger sister, being born ten minutes before you.

You thought of the way Aonung had looked at you when you first arrived in Awa‘atlu, his pretty blue eyes piercing yours with an intensity that still made your knees weak. He kept his distance, not being mean but also not being nice, just staring at you. It made you nervous, not being able to interpret what he meant with his stare - was it curiosity or disgust?

What you didn’t know was that you had captured Aonungs attention from the moment he first laid his eyes on you. He thought you looked different, but he thought you were beautiful right away. He would never admit that of course, no matter how much his skin heated up when you looked at him, or how much his heart fluttered in his chest. He tried to deny and suppress any feelings that were blossoming, instead busying himself with harassing your siblings. Not you though - he couldn’t bear the thought of you being sad because of him, no matter how much he hated himself for it.

They were supposed to teach you how to ride Ilus today, Lo‘ak went first, probably trying to impress Tsireya. That didn’t go the way he wanted it to though. You were standing in the water next to Tuk and Rotxo, giggling a little when your brother fell off his Ilu ungracefully. Tsireya had to laugh too, but the way she convinced your brother to try again assured you that she really liked him.

You couldn’t stop your own eyes from finding their way to her brother, he was standing a little farther from you, laughing about your brother with his friends. It was in a different kind of way though - not in a happy, nice one, he was being mean. Your smile fell and when he met your eyes, you looked away quickly.

He hated how the smile faded on your face when you saw him and his friends laughing about your stupid brother, his own laugh stopping as well. The way you refused to meet his eyes made his chest feel constricted, and he decided just this once he would be nice to you. He left his slightly confused friends behind and made his way over to you, Rotxo seeing him and ushering away your little sister. That boy noticed more than he thought.

You were wondering why Rotxo took Tuk away, when suddenly you felt another presence next to you. „(Y/N)“, his voice was deep and the way he said your name sent a shiver down your back. „Aonung“, you couldn’t help but smile shyly, your body betraying your mind.

His speech was momentarily disabled, his eyes wide while taking in your beautiful smile and blushed cheeks. „Come on, I’ll teach you“, he kept it short, nodding his head to a spot a few meters away and turned around to go there. He could feel you following him, unconsciously clenching his back muscles with a smirk - he could feel your eyes roam over them.

You were confused - why was he offering to teach you? He hadn’t been happy to help you all from the start, and now his sister was already teaching you - he could’ve easily gotten out of this one. So why was he anyway? He moved his hands through the water, pulling clicking noises from his throat to call for an Ilu. Eywa, why were the smallest things he did so attractive. When one of the Ilus stopped infront of him, he beckoned you over and you slowly made your way to stand next to him.

The tall Metkayina was towering over your small frame, placing his large hand on your back to push you in the direction of the animal. The Ilu turned its head, your hand automatically raising carefully to stroke its soft skin, happy noises leaving its throat. A smile spread across your face, the Ilus were really sweet. Suddenly two big hands grabbed your waist, completely engulfing it and picked you up without effort, setting you down on top of the large animal.

You let out a startled gasp, your small hands grabbing onto his and he couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Eywa help him, you were so cute. It was so hard to pull his hands back, already missing the feeling of holding you before he even let go, but he did let go and stepped next to you. He couldn’t help but lay one of his hands on your back, the more he was touching you the less he could control his feelings.

„Make tsaheylu and hold on sevin“, you felt the blush spread down your neck when he called you pretty, you were so whipped for this man. You did as you were told, feeling the animal underneath you and holding on tightly. „You need to hold on with your thighs at first, otherwise you’ll fall like your brother“, he explained gripping your thigh firmly and putting it in the right position.

Your were speechless, where was all this affection and touchiness coming from? Your heart really couldn’t keep up with this and your Ilu was consequently also restless underneath you. „Mawey (Y/N), you need to calm down“, he told you, but the smirk on his face was telling you he enjoyed this. His hand snuck to your waist to keep you steady and your face got even hotter.

„Aonung“, you could only manage to whisper, your voice not quite working and he enjoyed every second of your reaction to him. „What is it?“, he grinned and squeezed your waist, his big hand covering most of your back. „I can’t“, you were shocked by how frozen you were under his gaze, you were shy most of the time, but he had you completely at his mercy.

„You can’t calm down? Why?“, he played dumb with you, stepping even closer and peering into your eyes from above. „You’re touching me“, you pressed out, ashamed by admitting he made you nervous, but you were never good at lying. One reason why Lo’ak didn’t like to take you with him when he did something he wasn’t supposed to.

Aonung chuckled at your confession, he loved your soft and innocent nature. „Alright pretty girl, let’s see what you’ve got“, he squeezed your waist one last time before letting you go, and after a few deep breath (that seemed to go in and out easier now that he didn’t have his hands on you) you gently urged your Ilu to move.

Unbeknownst to you your brothers were looking at the both of you with a scowl. „Why the fuck is he touching her like that“, Lo’ak seethed, Tsireya was occupied with Tuk, and Kiri just rolled her eyes at her brothers. „You two are really blind“, she didn’t like the Olo’eyktans son either, but he was obviously enamored with you, and maybe that would help them get accepted here faster. „What? What do you mean?“, Lo’ak was on high alert, after all you were his little twin sister he had to make sure you were okay. Kiri just walked over to Tsireya. „Hey! Don’t walk away!“, he called out and followed after her, Neteyam on his heels - he wasn’t as loud in his concerns but he was just as wary about Aonung.

—————————

You needed a break from your brothers constant questioning, you were just glad that your father hadn’t heard them yet, you would probably never be allowed to go anywhere without an escort again. You had found an empty stretch of beach after dinner where you could have some peace and quiet for a while, just trying to process Aonungs touchiness over the last few days.

You were unsure what to make of it, he wasn’t mean before but you still weren’t convinced he was being genuine. Maybe he just liked to get a rise out of your brothers, he was always bullying them anyway. You were actually scared that he was messing with you, you really liked him, your feelings had only grown over the last few days with all that touching and calling you pretty. Your heart would be seriously broken if he would’ve been playing with you, but it was your fault - you were playing right into his cards with your reactions.

Before you could sink into you dark thoughts too much, you heard footsteps in the sands and your ear twitched in annoyance. If Lo’ak was telling you to stop talking to Aonung again, you would kick him in the shin. „Why so unhappy pretty girl?“, your heart skipped a beat when you heard Aonungs voice, his large body sitting down next to you at the shore.

The ocean was spending some light with its bioluminescence, and when you looked at him his freckles were glowing so prettily you couldn’t help but blush. Eywa, your body was such a traitor. „Just my brothers“, you mumbled, looking back at the horizon, but his eyes didn’t leave you.

Aonung just couldn’t resist when he saw you sitting there all alone, since he had helped you with riding your Ilu, he couldn’t keep his hands away from you. He was less and less annoyed with his own feelings, brushing off his friends when they asked about his behavior. He loved your reactions to him, just like your pretty blush and glowing freckles right now, your disgruntled brothers were just an added bonus. You looked different than the Metkayina women, but he loved it.

„Yes they can be annoying“, he chuckled and moved a little closer to you, your arms almost touching. You only sighed and rolled your eyes at his statement. „Why are you out here all alone?“, you asked him, wondering why he wasn’t with his family or his mean group of friends - except for Rotxo, he was a sweetheart.

„Ah“, he sighed, remembering why he fled his family’s marui, „my parents are constantly talking about me choosing a mate, discussing the best options and I needed a break.“ When he tried to think of the options his parents were discussing he suddenly came up blank, the only woman in his mind was you - and that startled him for a moment.

„Oh“, you were shocked by his honesty, you didn’t think he would talk to you about serious topics, „you don’t want to choose a mate yet?“ You we’re looking at him with curious eyes, he was so handsome and he was one of the best warriors and hunters, not to mention the future Olo’eyktan, he could probably choose whoever he wanted, so why didn’t he? A constricting feeling took a hold of your chest.

„That’s not it“, you’ve never seen him look so conflicted, the crease between his eyebrows deep and worried, „I want someone I love, someone I see, not the best in that or the strongest in whatever.“ You hummed in agreement, you knew how he felt, your oldest brother was supposed to choose a mate before you left aswell, and he was conflicted too. You yourself hadn’t put too much thought into choosing someone yet, you had only just become an adult when you left your clan, but Aonung was two years your elder and the pressure was harder on him.

„Is there no one in the clan that you like?“, you wondered, but the thought of seeing another girl in his arms made you swallow down the lump in your throat. He didn’t answer, instead opting to gaze into your eyes, making you incredibly nervous and flustered. „Do you have your eyes on someone?“, he countered your previous question and you looked away when he leaned forward.

He had to admit he was a little worried you would say the name of another male, the thought of you being another’s mate made his instincts go crazy. Just like him you didn’t answer, but he interpreted the way you gazed up at him through your lashes in a positive way. He grinned to himself, grabbing your hand and enjoying how your thin tail moved behind you nervously. You still leaned into him a little, and interlaced your fingers with his almost automatically, his skin tingling pleasantly and the two of you just enjoyed the silence.

—————————

You and Lo‘ak were strolling around the beach and talking about what he could make for Tsireya to convey his feelings when you heard it. „What are you? Some kind of freak?“, you instantly recognized the voice - and so did Lo’ak - and your heart dropped. You both turned around and saw Aonung and his friends stand around Kiri, taking her hand and laughing about whatever.

Lo’ak immediately started to stomp over there and you broke out of your stupor you followed after him with delay. Your sister looked annoyed and - eventhough she would never admit it - a little hurt by their comments and ridicule. Lo’ak immediately pushed Aonung back with his hand on his chest, the older boy holding his hands up in mocking defense.

He hadn’t seen you yet, but you had to make sure your sister was okay first before dealing with the Olo’eyktans son. „Are you alright Kiri?“, you grabbed her hand and spoke quietly, her hand squeezing yours in comfort and a nod confirming her well-being. You met Aonungs eyes when you looked back to the scene in front of you, and his face fell when he realized you witnessed this.

He didn’t even know why he made fun of you sister, or your siblings in general, but the look of disappointment in your eyes made him want to hit himself for his actions. But before he could do or say anything, your older brother was already on him. „Leave her alone“, Neteyam had enough of Aonung and his friends, his finger pressing into the other boys chest firmly.

„From now on, I need you to respect my siblings“, he growled and again, Aonungs hands went up in a mocking way. He couldn’t help the smirk that made its way onto his face, he couldn’t show weakness infront of his friends, even if he was sorry to have upset you. Neteyam rolled his eyes and stalked back to you and his siblings and you turned to walk away, when one of his friends said: „They’re all freaks, the whole family.“

The hurt look that flashed across your face was enough to make his fists itch with the need to punch his friend, but suddenly Lo’ak turned around again and walked towards him. „Yeah, yeah that’s real funny“, you knew your brother was about to do something stupid, „look I have five fingers I’m a freak!“

He was standing infront of Aonung, the other boys laughing at him. „But I can do something real cool with it, first I fold them, like this and then…“, Lo’ak hit Aonung square in the face with his fist, the taller Metkayina falling into the sand and all hell broke loose. Lo’ak and the other boys were fighting, your brother landing a couple of nasty punches, but when they started to overpower him Neteyam next to you sighed and joined his brother.

„Stop it you skxawngs!“, your sister called out, but she was laughing too so she didn’t really care if they stopped. You on the other hand were worried, your father told you not to get in trouble and here you were, your brothers beating up and getting beat up by the Olo’eyktans son and his friends.

„Lo’ak, Neteyam stop it!“, you shouted moving towards the piles of fighting Na‘vis. One was on top of Lo’ak, punching him in the jaw and you winced in empathy. „Hey stop it! Please!“, but he didn’t seem to hear you in the commotion, and when you tried to pull at his arm it happened so quickly you didn’t realize until you were laying in the sand, looking up at the sky.

Your lip was hurting and you could taste some blood, and in retrospect you chided yourself for being so stupid as to go in the middle of two fighting Na‘vi, especially ones that were way larger than you. No wonder that boys elbow seemed to have hit you in the face. But it seemed like your little injury atleast stopped the fighting, the boy and Lo’ak looked at you frozen in place and once your sister yelled „(Y/N!)“ in shock, everyone froze.

„You asshole!“, Aonung was in rage and everyone was absolutely shocked to see him tackle his friend off of Lo’ak, landing punch to his nose before the other started to defend himself. You were the first one to act, standing up and locking eyes with your older brother. „Stop him!“, you didn’t know why he suddenly attacked his friend, but he seemed so furious that he probably couldn’t be stopped with words. Lo’ak jumped up too, and together they pulled Aonung off the other boy, whose nose was bleeding profusely.

He felt himself being hauled up and tried to break free again, but it was no use. And when he saw your shocked face, he stopped completely, wincing when he saw the blood trickle down your chin slightly. He took in the shocked looks of his friends, and felt a little guilty for beating up the one on the ground, but when he saw you hurt in the sand he felt like he couldn’t control his actions. Eywa, he was way more screwed than he thought.

There were a few moments of tense silence, before you decided it would be a good idea to break this up so everyone could cool down a little. You walked over to your brothers still holding Aonung and gently gripped his biceps, urging him to follow you and he moved from your brothers hold to where you maneuvered him without resistance. „Get him to the Tsahìk“, you gestured to the Na‘vi still laying on the ground, spitting blood onto the sand.

Your brothers were reluctant to let you leave with Aonung, but you could hear your sister scold them while you were leading Aonung away. He was still following you silently, you two weren’t talking until you entered your family’s marui, which was thankfully empty. You sat him down in the corner where you had stored your healing supplies, you and Kiri both were taught by your grandmother.

„I’m sorry“, he broke the silence first and you sighed, dipping your fingers in the paste you had made just yesterday, before softly applying it to the bruises on his face. „You need to tell Kiri, not me“, you didn’t look into his eyes, you were nervous enough being this close to him. „I didn’t mean for you to get hurt“, he sounded really guilty and you set the paste down to talk this out. He took the chance to pick it up, carefully putting some on the cut in your lip and you looked at him wide-eyed, before you shook yourself out of it.

„I was hurt before your friends elbow hit my face Aonung. I have five fingers too you know, doesn’t that mean I’m a freak?“, you held up your hand and wiggled your fingers, a sad smile on your lips. He had never directly insulted you, but didn’t everything that applied to your siblings also apply to you? He frowned, taking your hand into his carefully, your hand completely swallowed by his big ones.

Fuck, he was so conflicted. His feelings for you were so intense, his heart racing just because you had applied some paste to his face and his stomach in tingles when your pretty eyes looked at him. But then there was the pressure from his friends, they loved to make fun of your family and eventhough he still thought all of you were different, he didn’t really mind anymore. You proved yourself to be quick learners after all. He was just afraid of their reaction when he would tell them to stop making fun of your family - or if he told them he liked you.

„No, no you’re not, never think that okay? I’m sorry, I really am, it’s just…“, he couldn’t finish the sentence, he was really bad at talking about his feelings. „Your friends?“, you hummed, gently putting your other hand on top of Aonungs, your other still engulfed between his. The size difference between them was almost comical.

He was astounded by how easily you could read him, another thing that made him fall harder. „Yeah“, he breathed looking to the ground in shame. He hated himself for hurting you just because he couldn’t be brave enough to stand up to his friends. „Maybe punching your friends wasn’t the best plan then“, you squeezed his hand and his skin felt slightly rough under your fingertips.

„Why did you do that anyway?“, you were curious about that since it happened. Aonung still didn’t look up, his posture stiffening and his hand holding yours tighter. You tried to ignore your blushing cheeks. „He hurt you“, he mumbled and you nearly didn’t hear him. „It was an accident“, you were confused but also flattered he defended you - but why? „Aonung why would you defend me anyway? I thought you didn’t like my family“, you sighed, his behavior confused to no end.

He was still silent, but he hesitantly pulled one of his hands back from where they were entangled with yours and finally looked up to meet your eyes. You were surprised to find that he looked a little insecure, but there was another emotion you couldn’t quite decipher. His hand gently gripped your cheek, your freckles already glowing from his close proximity and your ears moving nervously.

Eywa, he didn’t know what he was doing, he just knew it felt right. He would deal with the consequences later, emotional or social. You were blushing so beautifully and your eyes looked surprised by his actions, but he still felt you lean into his hand. When he leaned in closer your tail moved serenely behind you, and he couldn’t help but smile. „Aonung“, you basically whispered his name, and the feelings he got when you said it sent a shiver through him. Without further warning he softly but firmly pressed his lips to yours.

You were frozen for a second, before his hand on your cheek pulled you closer and you melted into him with a sigh, your eyes closing. Your wound burned a bit but you didn’t care, you couldn’t resist him if you tried, you were so in love, Eywa have mercy. Your hands untangled from his and you interlaced them behind his neck, his now free hand pulling you closer by your waist.

„Seems like the fight wasn’t that bad after all“, you winced when you heard your fathers voice behind you, quickly scrambling to stand which proved a little challenging, your legs felt like jelly after that kiss. „Dad!“, you shrieked, your face burning in embarrassment when you saw both your brothers standing next to your father with angry faces.

Aonung was quick to stand next to you, and if the situation wasn’t so bad you would’ve found his little blush cute. „Your father wants to speak to you, go boy“, your father was gesturing for Aonung to leave and you were glad this wasn’t turning into an uncomfortable conversation right away, „don’t think I’m done with you though.“

„Sorry Sir“, Aonung lowered his head and quickly rushed out of the marui. „What the hell (Y/N)!“, Lo’ak was scolding at you, just like Neteyam. Kiri just laughed instead. „I knew that boy had a thing for you“, she giggled and walked over to you. Your father was still silent, which scared you even more than if he would’ve been yelling.

The scolding you hat gotten from your father had been expected, but when he heard that the others were bullying Kiri he had atleast let you go, with the exception of you and Lo’ak. „What happened to your face babygirl?“, your father took your chin in his hand and looked over you in concern. „She tried to stop us and took and elbow to the face“, Lo’ak answered for you. Your father sighed, kissing your forehead.

„I need you to go apologize to Aonung“, he was talking to your brother again, who looked insulted by the idea of saying sorry to the Metkayina. „He’s the Olo’eyktans son, doesn’t matter who started it“, your father had that tone that didn’t leave any room for disscussions and Lo’ak just huffed, crossing his arms in annoyance.

————————

You were sitting outside your marui alone, it was already dark and everyone was busy. Your twin had gone off to apologize with a scowl on his face, and Kiri had questioned you about Aonung before your mother told her to help with dinner, giving you the chance to flee outside. You were still thinking about the feeling of his lips on yours, unsure of what the future would bring. Aonung seemed to be so influenced by his friends, how could he ever admit that he liked you - if he even did like you. You were scared he was just messing with you.

You didn’t get to sit in peace and quiet for long, your father joining you after awhile. „You wanna tell me about him?“, your father was uncharacteristically gentle and you looked up at him with a small smile. „I really like him“, you admitted and your father nodded in understanding.

„Mhm seems like he feels the same way“, Jake told you, but he couldn’t help the unhappy tone his voice took on. You were the first of his daughters that he had to watch fall in love and he realized he got older too. „Don’t say it like that Dad“, you giggled a little, guessing how your father felt and you hugged his arm in comfort.

„I just don’t like seeing you grow up“, he grumbled kissed your temple. You sat in silence for a few moments, before you decided to share your worries with him. „I’m not sure he likes me too“, you said and your father shook his head with a smile. „From what Neteyam has told me, he definitely does“, your dad chuckled. „What did he tell you?“, you frowned, suspicious of your brothers interpretation of the last months.

„Aonung never bullied you right? And Neteyam told me he always stuck close to you during lessons, being patient with you while scolding your brothers for the same thing“, your dad grinned as he remembered the annoyed face on his oldest son. „And he fought his friend in your defense didn’t he?“, he smiled down at you and you looked away with a blush.

„Yeah he did“, you admitted with a coy smile, but before you two could continue your conversation, it was interrupted by Neteyam dragging Aonung towards you two. „Tell them what you told me“, he pushed Aonung forward and what he admitted next - with a guilty look in his eyes and avoiding your gaze completely - shattered all hope you had gathered previously.

—————————

„Lo’ak!“, you called out in relief and hugged your twin tightly. You were so incredibly glad that he was alright, and you were still absolutely devastated that Aonung did this. Your father pulled you aside and then stopped Lo’ak from going after Aonung, who was standing next to his father. „Let’s have a look at you“, your Dad gave your twin the once over to make sure he was alright, but Lo’ak didn’t really care, his eyes still on the guilty looking Aonung.

„He’s fine, he’s fine“, your father told the others, you know he was trying to play this down to keep the peace, „just a few scratches.“ Your mother joined the crowd and you know she was concerned, but she was still scolding your twin. „I pray for the strength that I will not pluck the eyeballs out of my youngest son“, she hissed and you felt really bad for Lo’ak, this wasn’t even his fault!

„No! My son knows better than to take him outside the reef“, Tonowari spoke with a disappointed and firm voice, pushing his son down to one knee authoritatively. You almost felt bad for Aonung, but you were really angry with him yourself. „The blame his his“, you took in the words and took ahold of your mothers arm for comfort.

„Okay, let’s go“, your Dad wanted to leave this behind as fast as possible, but Lo’ak stopped him, and now you were praying for the strength not to pluck his eyeballs out. „No. This is not Aonungs fault. This was my idea“, you looked just as unbelieving as Aonung, „Aonung tried to talk me out of it, really. I’m sorry.“

„Come on“, your dad was a little firmer now and Lo’ak finally moved. „I got this“, your father reassured Tonowari and he pulled up Aonung, while you and your mother followed your father. You could hear him getting scolded, but you were too far away already.

„Dad, you told me to make friends with these people, that’s all I was trying to-“, your brother wanted to defend himself, but your father interrupted him. „I don’t want to hear it.“, he looked several disappointed. „Dad…“, your twin tried again. „You brought shame to this family“, you winced and your ears layed flat when your father said these words, and you could see Lo’ak was holding it together - like he always was.

„Can I go now?“, your twin asked in defeat and your father frowned. „Any more trouble, I jerk a knot in your tail. You read me?“ „Yes sir.“, your dad nodded and your brother was off, Neteyam getting a scolding too. Your father was way too hard on them since the sky people returned.

————————

You gave your twin a little time to cool down, before going out to search for him. He was sitting on the beach alone, fiddling with a shell and only looking up when he felt you sit next to him. „You okay?“, you quietly asked, eventhough you knew the answer. „Yeah“, he just said and you sighed, leaning your head against his arm.

„You know Dad didn’t mean it, he’s just worried about you and about us getting thrown out or something“, you whispered and you heard him huff in annoyance. „Whatever“, he tried to play it cool, but you felt his arm pulling you closer by your shoulder. „For what it’s worth, I don’t think you brought shame to our family, I know this wasn’t your idea anyway“, you rolled your eyes when you remembered how he took the blame.

„They said they would take me hunting“, he opened up about what really happened, „I know we shouldn’t go outside the reef, but I thought if I went with them we could finally leave this all behind and be friends or something. But when I turned around they were suddenly gone.“ Your tail was tucked around your waist and you frowned with empathy. Your brother just wanted to make friends and was basically left for death.

„I’m sorry Lo’ak“, you squeezed his arm in comfort, and he just sighed, looking up at the nightsky. „I met someone out there, a Tulkun“, he started to smile and you were glad. „Really? But Tsireya told me they didn’t return yet“, you wondered. „He was all alone and he saved me from an akula“, your breath hitched as you thought about the danger your twin was in.

„Thank Eywa he was there“, you voice cracked a little and Lo’ak looked down at you in worry. „Hey, hey don’t worry I’m still alive am I not“, he kissed your temple softly and you hit his chest playfully. „You skxawng“, you smiled slightly. „You have to meet him“, Lo’ak grinned and you nodded in agreement. „I’d love to“, you told him, glad that he was in a better mood already.

———————

You helped your mother with preparing dinner the next day, your sibling being out with the others and you knew Lo’ak wanted to tell them about the Tulkun. You didn’t go because you weren’t ready to face Aonung yet, instead opting to hide in the marui.

After a while of silently cutting vegetables and fruit, your mother told you to go outside and enjoy the sun, because she was almost done anyway, so you decided to collect a few shells. Your mind was thinking over the situation with Aonung constantly, your feelings for him were still as strong as ever and the kiss replayed in your mind constantly but you were also still shocked that he could be so mean.

Calling your siblings freaks was a different level of bullying than honestly endangering your twins life and making him think they could be friends before leaving him alone. Your chest felt constricted when you thought of the way Lo’ak must’ve felt. You knew Lo’ak and the others had basically made peace with Ao’nung - he was allegedly nice to them now, his other friends forgotten, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him. Could you be with someone like that? Assuming he wanted to be with you, you still weren’t convinced the kiss wasn’t a prank too.

You had just spotted a pretty blue shell and bend down to pick it up, when you were interrupted by the Na‘vi you really wanted to avoid the most calling your name. „Leave me alone Aonung“, you stood up straight again, the shell long forgotten, and didn’t even look at him before walking further down the beach. „(Y/N)! Wait, please!“, he sounded desperate and you weren’t quick enough, so he grabbed your wrist and pulled you around to meet his gaze.

Aonung hated the way you looked at him, he hated himself for what he had done and he was praying to Eywa you could forgive him one last time. He didn’t even know why he did that to your twin, he had panicked after he kissed you and ran back to his stupid friends - wanting to prove himself in their eyes after feeling guilty for kissing you.

He was so dumb, he was scared he fucked it all up and that that one kiss was all that he would ever get from you, his friends were long forgotten after the reality check he received yesterday. It really didn’t matter what everyone thought. „What do you want“, you asked and the hurt look in your eyes made him feel like the biggest skxawng on the moon. It was crushing him.

„I’m so sorry (Y/N), I don’t really have an explanation, but believe me I regret what I did so bad“, he started apologizing and you looked away, trying to hold in your tears, „I just- I panicked after I…kissed you and did something really stupid and I really am so sorry.“ „It wasn’t stupid Aonung, it was dangerous and it was so…mean“, your voice was trembling and you tried to pull your arm out of his hold, but he wouldn’t let you.

„I know, I know“, he sighed, his head tilting down and a frown on his face, „I promise I will never do anything like that again, Eywa I will never stop being sorry for this, I can’t lose you (Y/N), please can you forgive me?“ You wanted to believe him, you really did. „I’ve forgiven you for everything you’ve done to my siblings before Aonung, but this? I can’t- I don’t think I can trust you anymore“, you whispered the last part but he heard you as if you yelled right into his ear, „I don’t even know if you were serious when you…kissed me.“

He felt like he was punched square in the face, his ears folded against his head and his heart cracking slightly. Was he really losing you? Before he even really had you? „Of course I was serious, (Y/N) I know I fucked up but I have never and will never mess with you like that, I have had feelings for you since you landed here all those months ago, and eventhough I tried to fight them I can’t. You make me feel like you really see me, the real me not the one I was trying to be. And I’m sorry for making you doubt me. I really want to be with you, if you can forgive me. I see you, your gentle nature, the way you always make sure everyone’s alright and watch out for your family and I love our differences - your five fingers and your cute tail, everything. Please“, he took a deep breath, „please forgive me (Y/N).“ He felt a heavy weight lift off his shoulders, his forehead pressed against yours and your eyes locked onto his.

„Aonung“, you were speechless, your heart was hammering in your chest and you felt so warm and fuzzy. But you still weren’t sure about all this. „I…I see you“, you answered honestly, because you did, you couldn’t deny it, „but I need some time, okay? I can’t just…forget this and trust you again.“ He looked like you hit him in the face and your heart ached at the thought of hurting his feelings, but you had to protect your own.

He understood where you were coming from, but that didn’t stop it from hurting, eventhough you said you saw him. „Yeah, of course. I promise I’ll do anything to make you trust me again yawne“, he vowed to himself he wouldn’t rest until you were his mate, no matter what it took. Your heart skipped a beat at the loving name he called you and you managed to nod, before pulling yourself out of the tall Na‘vis grip and quickly fleeing the scene before your tears started to fall.

———————

The battle of three brothers rock was over three weeks ago, and you were still almost crying when you thought about how you nearly lost your oldest brother. He was only able to be saved because of Norm and Max, their skypeople technology stopping Neteyam from bleeding out. And it has also been three weeks since Aonung started courting you, like really really seriously. He gifted you selfmade jewelry, went hunting for your family and brought you the biggest catch and he really, really tried to spend time with you. You weren’t wearing his bracelet and necklace yet, not wanting to give him false hope if it didn’t work out and you could see it hurt him.

You had been successful at avoiding him the last weeks though, always fleeing into the forest or taking your Ilu to go diving somewhere, anything to delay the inevitable conversation you would face when he managed to corner you. You hated the disappointed look everytime he saw you slip away again, you felt so bad but you just couldn’t bring yourself to accept his advances yet. Not because you didn’t trust him again, he really proved himself - he was so sweet with little Tuk and grew close to your other siblings too, never bullying them again.

But now that his intentions became serious, you panicked. If you would mate with him, you would be the next Tsahìk of his clan. Would his parents ever approve of this match? By Eywa, would the Metkayina even tolerate a foreigner as their Tsahìk? And did you even have what it takes to be one after all? You weren’t outgoing, of course you were caring and you were a decent healer, but when you looked at Ronal you had to admit you would never be like that.

But you still loved Aonung, you were sure. And the thought of anyone else being your mate made you panick just the same. Why did he have to be the next Olo’eyktan? Silently sighing you pushed your chopped vegetables in the big bowl and your mother cleared her throat. Uh, oh, she looked like she wanted to breach a serious topic. Oh no.

„Ma‘ite, don’t you think you’ve held out the poor boy enough? He’s so obviously in love with you, and I can see you love him too“, your mother peeled the fruit in her hand without looking away from you. You blushed, if even your mother felt bad for him, he must really be sad. „I do love him“, you were speaking so quietly Neytiri almost didn’t catch it. „What it is then? Tell me, Mhm?“, she urged you to finally spill what’s going on inside your mind and you folded.

„I’m just…I’m worried you know“, you started and put the knife down, you couldn’t concentrate anyway, „if I accept him I’ll be the next Tsahìk sa’nok, I’m not sure I’m even remotely suitable for that…considering Tonowari and Ronal would even approve the match, and I don’t even want to think about the clans opinion on a foreign Tsahìk.“ There, you admitted your worries out loud. And you felt a little better about it already.

Your mother was silent for a moment before getting up and sitting down next to you. „Love, don’t talk about yourself like that. You would be the perfect fit. You are one of the best healers I know and Ronal would teach you, they would be snumìna to not accept you. And from what I’ve seen the people here adore you, especially the children and elders“, she hugged you close and kissed your temple softly. (stupid)

„You need to speak to him ma‘ite“, she smiled down at you but she also looked a little strict about it. You sighed and pulled away a little, going back to preparing dinner. „I will, I’ll do it…tomorrow“, you had no intention of doing that and she knew it too.

————————

You really couldn’t catch a break, as soon as you had left the marui the next morning you were cornered by your brothers and Tsireya. You could guess what they wanted. „(Y/N) don’t you think you can forgive him? He’s been groveling at your feet for weeks sis“, Lo’ak was - as always - the first and most insensitive to start the conversation. You were glad Tsireya hit him over the head for it.

„What he means is, that Aonung is miserable. I really have never seen my brother like that, please free us of this despair“, Tsireya looked at you with her big eyes and you almost caved, they reminded you so much of Aonungs. „I will, I will, I’m busy right now, but I’ll do it later“, you forced a smile on your face. You pushed past them quickly and in your attempt of a quick escape you collided with a strong chest.

„I’m so sorry“, you gasped and your heart plummeted when you looked into Aonungs face. This was the first time you’ve seen him up close since that night he confessed and you had to admit - though he was still incredibly handsome - he didn’t look to good. He had dark circles under his eyes, a few scratches on his cheek and shoulder that were untreated and the spark in his eyes was dimmed down. You were sure you didn’t look much better, you missed him dearly but it was your own fault after all.

Eywa you wanted to cry, you weren’t ready for this and this was too sudden. „(Y/N)“, his voice sounded rough and he started to raise his hand as if to touch you and that made you snap out of your frozen state. „I’m sorry“, you pressed out in a whisper before quickly slipping past him and vanishing between the maruis. You didn’t miss the way he flinched and the way his ears layed flat against his head. You wished you weren’t such a coward, another reason why you wouldn’t be fit for being Tsahìk.

———————

You were avoiding everyone now, all of them - the whole bunch! - was pestering you about Aonung, as if you didn’t feel bad enough already. You were sitting in your family’s marui, your mother had thankfully thrown everyone out because she knew it wouldn’t help to pressure you, and you were gently holding the bracelet and necklace Aonung had gifted you, an ankle bracelet had been added to that today.

But you knew you really couldn’t avoid this any longer, the hurt you felt from being away from him for so long and the guilt you felt from hurting him was by far overpowering all your insecurities and worries by now. You were just gathering the courage to put on the jewelry and seek him out. What gave you the final push was a scowling Ronal that was suddenly standing in your home.

You felt like prey being cornered by a predator when she stalked over to where you were sitting, firmly joining you on the ground, her pregnant belly sitting on top of her thighs. „Tsahìk“, you inclined your head and gestured I see you, glad you didn’t completely forget your manners. „How long do you plan on torturing my son?“, she looked so scary and frightening like that, and you shrunk back a little.

„I didn’t mean to“, you whispered clutching the jewelry tightly for comfort. „Then what is your reason?“, she demanded, „Why won’t you accept him? It would be a good match.“ You were surprised she thought so. „You…you think so?“, your voice was quiet and the frown lightened a little when she saw how insecure you were.

She wasn’t angry with you per se, at least not seriously, she knew her son wasn’t innocent in all of this but she was still worrying about her eldest. She could see he tried so so hard for you, coming back shattered every day you didn’t at least talk to him. But she liked you, she saw that you were a great healer, caring for her people and your gentle nature fit perfectly with her sons hard and rough one and she was concerned about your worries too. „What is it child?“, she cocked her head a little and penetrated you with that intense gaze, you couldn’t lie to her you knew that much.

„I’m just…I was worried you and Tonowari wouldn’t approve of it. And what about the clan? Im still a foreigner after all. Do you even think…I mean I’m not even sure I am fit to be Tsahìk…“, Ronal had to admit she was a bit shocked by your dark thoughts. „You and your family are Metkayina. You are the daughter of Totuk Makto (Y/N) and you are an overly talented healer, your mother told me you were taught by the Tsahìk of your clan. The clan loves you aswell, you are caring and gentle with the children, helping everyone that needs it. And most importantly, my son is absolutely in love with you“, she gave your shoulder an encouraging squeeze, your heart unbelievably happy that she quenched all of your worries just like that. You should’ve probably talked to her sooner.

„Thank you Ronal“, you grabbed her forearm carefully in gratitude, a rare smile on her face. „And now put on that jewelry and free my son from his misery“, she got up and pulled you with her, ushering you out the door once she had helped your secure everything, „we will start lessons soon!“ Eywa, this was really going to be it. Hopefully Aonung wasn’t fed up with your behavior yet.

————————

It was past eclipse already when you found him. Ronal had given you a general direction, but he was nestled between a few rocks, mending fishing nets in silence and it had taken you a while to find him. He seemed deep in thought when you reluctantly approached him, your heart hammering in your chest, on one hand you were nervous and on the other you were so in love with him. „Aonung“, you spoke up when you were standing a few meters next to him, the ocean breezing ruffling your hair slightly.

He froze when he heard your voice. Was he that desperate that he started hallucinating? You couldn’t really be here, right? When he heard someone shuffle closer to him in the sand, he finally looked up and nearly let out a pathetic whimper when you were really standing in front of him. Please Eywa, don’t let this be the part where you reject him.

The past weeks had worn him down unbelievably. At first he was so motivated to win you over, and he still kept that up, but with every day that he saw you basically run away from him, his heart cracked a little more. Did you really think he was that bad? „(Y/N)“, his voice sounded raw, not having been used much today. He tried to avoid the others, they always looked at him so pitifully and he hated that. He hated how weak he felt without you.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and hesitantly sat down next to him. Now was the moment you had to be brave. „I’m sorry Aonung“, you started, not really knowing where to go from there. You had it all planned out in your head, but in front of him with his eyes looking at you so hopefully it was all gone.

With your words his eyes turned sorrowful, his head hanging low and you could hear him take a shaky breath. „Please, don’t say it, I-I can’t…“, he paused and his fists clenched tightly. You were confused now. „If you reject me make it quick please“, he whispered, not looking up and you felt your heart break at the sight. Eywa, you hated yourself for doing this to him.

„No! No, Aonung I’m not rejecting you“, you panicked a little, grabbing his biceps and forearm firmly continuing your rambling, „I was apologizing for not facing this earlier, I didn’t mean to make you wait so long I just…I was worried“, you paused a little and he was looking at you again, „but your mother made me realize I was being silly.“

„What does that mean? Do you forgive me?“, Aonung was still reluctant to hope you wanted to seriously be his mate, but he couldn’t help the way his heart was mending itself a little already, your hands on him helping tremendously. He watched your ears move nervously and your tail wrapped around your thigh in comfort, the blush on your cheek making him choke. You were so beautiful, he missed seeing you up close and he needed to fight the urge to touch you again. Suddenly he noticed you were wearing his gifts and his heartbeat and hope skyrocketed. He couldn’t wait until everyone saw you wearing them, preferably when you agreed to be his.

„Of course I forgive you! I actually forgave you about two weeks ago, and I hope you can forgive me for being such a coward and avoiding you for so long“, your cheeks were burning, you normally never were this forward, but you knew you had to make this right. You moved even closer to him, your knees touching his thigh and you were a little relieved when his hand moved to your cheek.

„Always, for you I would wait forever (Y/N)“, he smiled shyly and it was weird to see the strong warrior like this, but you couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your own face. Before you could lose your courage, you move one hand to his cheek, the skin a little rougher than yours, and the way he leaned into it gave you the last push to finally kiss him.

His breath hitched when you pressed you soft lips to his. This was worth all the weeks of uncertainty and heartbreak before, to finally hold you in his arms and having you kiss him was making his heart whole again and his life worth living. His skin prickled pleasantly, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you into his lap, the net he was mending long forgotten.

You held onto his neck when he moved you and were so relieved he reciprocated your kiss. How could you have ever thought about any other life than one by his side. You pulled back to breathe - you couldn’t hold your breath as long as he could after all - and giggled a little when he chased your lips. „(Y/N)“, he looked at you heavy-lidded, your stomach clenching with an unfamiliar feeling.

„Mhm“, you were distracted by the freckles that were glowing on his face, tracing them with your finger softly, a lazy smile forming on his lips. „Does that mean you accept me as your mate?“, his heart was fluttering, his stomach in a nervous knot still worried you wouldn’t be sure. „I would love to be your mate Aonung, Oel ngati kameie“, you pressed your forehead to his, and the smile on his was making your stomach all warm. „Oel ngati kameie“, he grinned and you were so, so relieved the spark was back in his pretty eyes.

He pulled you back in for another kiss, he couldn’t believe he finally had you, all of you. But what he still wanted to know was what you talked to his mother about and what obviously held you back the past two weeks if you had already forgiven him back then. „(Y/N)?“, he asked between kisses and you just hummed, completely lost in his embrace and affection, the way his strong arms held you close made you feel like you’ve never felt before.

„What did you talk to my mother about?“, he almost regretted the question when you pulled back with a coy smile, your freckles glowing even brighter in embarrassment. „It was just…the thing holding me back from accepting was uhm…I was scared I wouldn’t be fit to be your Tsahìk“, you mumbled, a little embarrassed to lay your insecurities out in the open, but he deserved to know, „and I thought your parents and the clan wouldn’t accept me anyway.“

He was stunned into silence for a moment, how could his perfect, gentle and caring love think she wasn’t enough? „I hope you realized that that’s bullshit“, he basically growled at the way you doubted yourself, „you’re perfect yawne, I couldn’t even think of anyone else, if it’s not you, it’s no one. You’re a gifted healer, always caring for everyone and Eywa, I love you so so much tanhì please, never doubt yourself okay? And if you do, always talk to me, never shut me out again“, he was so caring and genuine you pressed a short kiss to his lips appreciatively, „promise me.“

„I promise Aonung, I will never shut you out again“, your voice was soft and his ears moved happily. He grinned blissfully and couldn’t resist your soft and slightly swollen lips anymore. This kiss was a little more passionate, his tongue gently stroking your lips before you opened them and hummed contently when his tongue found yours. His taste made you fall into him even more, and the way he kissed you made some new feelings arouse in your body.

He pulled back a little and you almost protested, but his lips wandered down to your neck and you felt like you were in heaven. Suddenly he stood up with you in his arms, a yelp leaving your mouth and you held on tightly. „Where are we going tìyawn?“, you were completely at his mercy. The loving name made him groan and he kissed your lips again.

„I’m taking you to the Cove of the Ancestors to mate with you, I can’t wait anymore I need to make you mine (Y/N)“, he said between kissing you and maneuvering you onto his Ilu that he had called. „Please make me yours Aonung“, you whispered and it sent his instincts into overdrive. His perfect, pretty, small and soft mate asking him to take her was almost too much.

He got on behind you, holding you close to his chest, immediately departing. „Eywa, I can’t wait to be your mate, you’re going to my perfect Tsahìk“, he groaned into your neck and you shivered at his possessive tone. When he felt you lean into him in submission, something more primal awakened in him. „Can’t wait to make you swell with our child“, he growled into you ear, both of them twitching adorably, and he only urged his Ilu to go faster. He thanked Eywa for giving him such a perfect mate.

—————————

Took me a little longer this time but I’m not completely satisfied with this…but I have to fight my perfectionist ways it’s not getting better! Let me know what you think, and let me know if it makes sense I was strugglingggg love y’all!! If you wanna be added to my Taglist (just avatar, everything, a specific character let me know)

Taglist: @eywas-heir @brooklynscherry-z @liyahsocorro @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

hi!! can i just possibly request a quick blurb about stella and her brothers cuddling?? the plot would be something like this!!

stella’s on her period and at the moment all she wants to do is cuddle, so she goes from room to room rounding her brothers up and bringing them back to her room for a impromptu sleepover!! and they all have just missed each other during the season!! so they don’t do the fake complaining siblings do when you come in to their room (or in her case bring them to her room) and they all just cuddle all night like they used to do when they were little☹️☹️

ps.. i would think stella’s periods would be HELL mine are (and i’m anemic) it’s just like the extra blood leaving your body even though it’s supposed to?? it’s just actual hell. i get SO dizzy and i throw up and the cramps are the WORST (and for the cake on the top!!) i get SUPER light sensitive🍾🍾🎉🎉🎊🎊 (everybody clap!!) so i just feel like i the worst hangover of my life dude

and the reason i’m humbly requesting this blurb is because i’m on mine rn😭😭 also IM SO SORRY if the period thing is tmi..

ꔫ dog pile!

°. — pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X siblings! Hughes brothers )

°. — details ( g; fluff, humor. w; cursing. wc; 1.8k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( thank you so much for requesting! I absolutely loved the idea! And don’t worry about it being a tmi! I am also anemic and my periods are HELL! I tried to get this out as fast as I can, I just been busy with some family things. I tried to make it sweet, but I accidentally made it chaotic. I hope you enjoy! )

°. — ( feel free to send any requests of things you would like to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts! I would absolutely love that! Please comment if you would like to be added to the tag list! )

au masterlist - you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

°. — asks about stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🩷୧˚ stella & rut!

°. — smutty asks about Stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨💒୧˚ smutty stella & rut!

Stella huffed in annoyance for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last five minutes, she sat up from laying in her bed and twisted her body to fix her pillows again. She just couldn't get comfortable, and God was it frustrating to keep on moving when she was having terrible cramps. But to be honest her being uncomfy isn't the full reason for her being frustrated. She was alone at home with her siblings, and instead of them spending time together, they were all spread out around the house doing their own thing. 

The more she thought about it, the grumpier she got. 

Stella decided she had enough of being alone, she grabbed her remote and paused the Christmas movie she was watching. She flung her thick blanket off her sweatpants covered legs (the sweatpants that she stole from Rutger) and got out of her warm bed. She slipped on her favorite grinch slippers and stomped her way out of her room and down the hallway to the closest room to her, Quinn's. 

Luckily his door was already cracked, and Stella pushed it fully open with her hand, standing still in the doorway, her hands at her sides. Quinn’s head snaps up from his phone and towards his sister at the sudden sound. He opens his mouth to ask if she's alright, but he quickly closes it when he notices the grumpy pout on her lips. Stella stares at Quinn and speaks in a freakishly calm tone “My room now please.” 

“Uhh alright” Quinn agreed in a confused tone, he got out of his bed and followed his little sister out of his room. His eyes widening at the sound of her slippers stomping against the floor. Jack, who opened his door, flinches at the sight of Stella standing right in front of him, not expecting to see her. Before Jack could say anything, Stella is grabbing his arm and pulling him with her. Jack just lets her pull him along to her room, looking behind at Quinn for some context on what's going on, but he just receives a shrug from the eldest Hughes sibling. 

“Sit down” Stella mumbles tiredly pushing Jack to sit on the edge of her bed, she glances at Quinn with her grumpy eyes, and he moves to sit on her bed, his back leaning against her headboard his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for stella to explain what's going on. Jack looks up at stella waiting for an explanation but instead he gets a quick “Stay here.” 

“What's up with her?” Jack turns around to ask Quinn once Stella waddles out of the room, moving up on the bed so he is leaning against the headboard, his legs sprawled out. Quinn looks too jack and responds casually “Its stella, we’ll never know.” 

Stella moves into the living room, her eyes going to Luke, who was sitting on the couch with his back to her, playing Mario Kart. He was muttering to himself as he played, Stella having to stop herself from laughing at the sight. Stella moves to stand next to the tv, Luke looks away from the tv for a second to look at her for a moment before looking back to his game. “Hey stell” 

“Lukey, come with me please” Stella sweetly asks Luke, taking a new approach to get him in her room. Last time she interrupted Luke at gaming, he tackled her to the couch (gently) and sat on her. Stella really didn't want to experience that again, especially with her cramps. She hoped that her sweet tone would convince him to come, but of course she was wrong. “Bro I'm in the middle of a game.” 

“Bro, I don't care” Stella quickly snaps back, doing her best to intimidate his tone. Luke looked away from the screen to give her a ‘really’ look. But Stella stood her ground, crossing her arms over her chest and staring silently at him with her grumpy frown. Luke sighs and turns off the game, knowing there was no way he was gonna win this battle, not when she was extra emotional. 

Stella smiles triumphantly when Luke shuts off the TV and stands up to follow her, Luke rolling his eyes at his little sister's antics. Luke follows behind stella and asks "What are we doin” 

“We're having a sleepover, Quinn and jack just don't know it yet” Stella giggles, she knew she was being a ‘little’ dramatic, but she also didn't care. She didn't know how long she would be with all of her brothers until they had to leave. Luke grins, some of his best memories are him and his siblings having sleepovers. “Hell yeah! But I'm picking the movie.” 

“Fine, but I'm not watching Christmas story again” Stella agrees causing Luke to laugh, ever since stella was little she has always had a strong hatred for that movie, and Luke being the annoying brother he is, likes to choose that as his choice for movie night. 

“She got you too huh” Quinn jokes once the two youngest join them in the room. Stella rolls her eyes and slips off her slippers while Luke sets his phone on her side table next to Jacks, not before shutting it off, not wanting to get bothered by his notifications. “So, you gonna tell us why you kidnapped us?” Jack questions with an unnecessary amount of sass. 

“We're having a sleepover, and I won't take no for an answer” stella remarked with the same amount of sass. Jack's offended look on his face from Stella's sass turns to a look of relief, he was worried Stella gathered them all to tell them bad news or something. Jack lets out a heavy breath and dramatically rests his hand over his heart “You could have just said that. Fuck i thought you were going to tell us your pregnant or somethin!” 

Quinn grimaces at the thought, and Jack looks disgusted as he says the last part. Luke rolls his eyes at Jack's stupidity and scoffs “She's literally on her period dumbass” Quinn sighs, not liking the turn the conversation was going to. Jack ignores Luke's words and gives Stella a worried look “you're not, right?” 

“I’m not pregnant jack!” Stella shouts with annoyed huff, purposefully digging her knees into Jack's legs when she climbs over him to lay between him and Quinn. Jack winces and brings his leg up to his chest, rubbing the skin to soothe the pain. Luke laughs loudly and pushes Jack a little to the side so there was room for him to lay, causing Jack to loudly complain but nonetheless scoot over. Quinn lets out a tired sigh and wraps his arm around Stella and pulls her closer so there was more room for the other two. 

After a few more minutes the four siblings got situated in Stella's big bed, the blanket over all of them, poor luke had his feet sticking out of the end of the blanket since jack was being stingy and pulled the blanket all the way up to his shoulders. Stella yawned and rested her head on Quinn's chest, his hand that was resting on her arm came up to play with her hair. Jack, who was comfortably resting in the middle, had Luke resting his head on his shoulder. All of their legs somehow intertwined together just like how it was when they were little. 

Luke finally decided on grown ups, well more like Jack grabbed the remote and pressed on it. The siblings watched the movie in silence, with the occasional laugh, the siblings just enjoying being all together. Stella didn't want to get sappy, but she couldn't help but too “I really missed this” Quinn smiled and held his sister tighter, he understands how Stella feels the most, both of them being away from their siblings while Luke and Jack were still together. 

“I missed this too” Jack mumbled with a sniffle, he really did miss spending time with all his siblings, he loved having Luke with him, but it wasn't the same as having them all together. Quinn hummed in agreement while Luke sat up a little, staring at Jack with a teasing smile “Are you crying?” Jack glares at Luke and nudges him hard with his elbow, only causing Luke to laugh louder. “Fuck off luke” 

“Don’t tell luke to fuck off” Quinn snaps at jack causing him to look at his older brother in disbelief. Stella groans in annoyance and grabs the remote off Jack's lap to pause the movie before saying tiredly “Can we all stop saying fuck and just enjoy the moment” Quinn doesn't look away from jack and jack finally caves in with a sigh, turning to luke to apologize. Stella presses play on the movie with a happy smile. 

They continued to watch the movie, all of them laughing in unison at the same moments and talking about their favorite parts. It was like how it was when they were little, somehow all of them had moved closer together. Stella had a permanent smile as she watched the movie, finding so much comfort from being so close to her brothers, she felt so much better. 

Quinn and Stella felt themselves slowly drifting off to sleep, their eyes fluttering close.  Jack was munching on the candy Stella had on her side table, talking to Luke in hushed whispers so they wouldn't disturb the sleepy duo. Luke adjusts his position and frowns “Why is my ass so warm.” 

“Because you're sitting on her heating pad dumbass,” Jack laughs, and Stella, who is almost asleep, couldn't help but join Jack in laughter. Quinn's eyes flutter open, and he clears his throat in confusion, his voice tired “What happened” Luke scowls at Jack as he starts to laugh louder, tossing his head back. Stella giggles “Just Luke being luke”

 Luke pulls the pillow out from Jack's head and uses his long arm to reach over Jack and smack Stella right in the head with the pillow. Jack winces when his head smacks against the headboard and Stella gasps in shock at the hit. Luke didn't realize he had also hit Quinn in the face and soon he had three annoyed siblings staring him down. Luke laughs nervously “Uhh” 

And before they knew it, they broke out into a full pillow fight, Stella teaming up with Luke after getting a good hit on him. The next 10 minutes are filled with laughter and Luke's screams as Jack and Quinn target him. The exhausted siblings soon lay down and before the next movie reached the half point, they were all already asleep. Tangled into Stella's bed, Luke and Stella sleep peacefully between their older brothers. 

Another sleepover they wouldn't forget. 

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( the ending is kinda rushed, it could have been so much better but I really wanted to get it out as fast as I can )

°. — taglist ( @privatemythss @bradenschneider )

besties 🥰

Hello! Could I ask about scenario where The Joker has been very distant lately to Y/N always busy and almost never around her anymore which left reader very confused and upset. (((Now obviously he’s not cheating or anything like that he’s just too busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or something —but ohh well your insecurities get the best of you))). It’s been about good 3 months since she saw him he wasn’t replying to her texts and when you called him it always directed you to voicemails. It could be only two things he could’ve moved on from you or he is too damn busy to even pick up your calls…. So you decided to go on a date with some rando to push your feelings aside. Because at the same time, you couldn’t just sit around and wait for The Joker, that was just stupid. You aren’t even sure what’s going on?? It was exciting at first, in the heat of the moment because you were a bit attention-starved to be fair. But now as you’re getting ready you’re having second thoughts about it all and how risky it could be. Joker is a very very jealous and possessive man and he could be literally everywhere you knew he had his goons looming around you to make sure you’re safe. But you gulped those thoughts away and went out anyways. Well that was worst decision of your LIFE as long behold he found out …..now it’s up to you how you continue and interpret all this because I’m really bad at it (sooo sorry) he either ruins the date or is waiting for reader at her apartment….literally however you want it you can even change some stuff in the middle I really don’t mind 🙏🙏 I just need more jealous joker in my life (I have serious issues) it could be angst fluff smut🤭🤭🤭🤭or even everything as I said I really don’t mind. Thank youuuuu✨💕🪷

His Lighthouse: J Stands for Jealous (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

J Stands for Jealous - Oneshot

Did someone ask for some Jealous!Joker wayy back on Sept 5th? I come bearing gifts with an unexpected twist!! 🤧 please don’t hate me anon if you don't like it!

Get ready for some angst, fluff, and of course Jealous!Joker but not in the way you think... I won't lie this was a tricky request to fill but in the end, I went a different route with jealousy! I hope you enjoy! 🖤✨

taglist:

@blackreaderatrisk @twinkledinkle @clemdango04 @l3ejm @tears-of-amber @what-an-angel @darthjokerisyourfather @thatsnoteii @dollster @cheetahspy @kaidennnnn @urdariingdoll @motivation-idontknowher @ins0mniac-whack @spaghettificationandpretzels @reneisance @alittlesmartcookie @ninacutebee16 @carydorse

Let me know if you wish to be added to the official His Lighthouse taglist!

The number you have dialed has a voicemail box that has not been set up yet. Please try calling again later.

You groaned in frustration and tossed your phone on the bed. If your hair wasn’t up in protective braids you would’ve ran your hands through your hair. When did it get like this? Calling, waiting up, and wishing for a smidgen of communication from Joker– only to receive absolute silence?

Joker being distant was putting things mildly. He had up and ghosted you.

One night you were kissing him goodbye and the next GCN reported that Joker had gone M.I.A. Funny how he was seen two days later shooting at Batman’s tank of a car down Dini Hwy but sure.. Joker was ‘missing.’

Joker was actively terrorizing Gotham City streets, he was only M.I.A from your life. A part of you wanted to create a missing person’s report but that wouldn’t end well.

The entire GCPD force would be breaking down your door by the time you uttered, “Yes, I haven’t seen my boyfriend, The Joker, in months.

You weren’t quite sure who put a label on this ill fated relationship but the minute it was established, everything started to fall apart.

You would lie awake at night thinking about the downfall to you and Joker’s relationship. Maybe you should have been content with the uncertainty and kept things vague. Not knowing where you stood with the infamous clown— but still together, was better than a missing boyfriend and an empty bed.

You found yourself watching the news like a drug addict trying to catch a glimpse of your man to make sure he was alive and well.

Perhaps he was just busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or whatever he does when he’s out messing with Batman. You couldn’t bear the thought of Joker cheating on you.

If Joker was cheating on you with Batman, you’d kill your self with a spoon but J really wanted the vigilante dead so you breathed a bit easy on that front.

That didn’t stop you from freaking out anytime Joker grabbed a female on live tv. You watched with an envious eye for any inkling of Joker being attracted to her. Killing the poor girl put your mind at ease but then you’d feel awful for your lack of remorse. For now Joker had eyes only for you. But how long would that last was the burning question.

It became a vicious cycle of waiting for Joker to come home, calling his cell, it going to voicemail, or him straight up ignoring your texts, to crawling into bed and trying not to cry about it. But you couldn’t deny the inevitable.

Joker abandoned you and you weren’t some heartbroken blonde in an early 2000’s romcom.

You refused to cry and mope around the penthouse. You would not stoop to eating buckets of ice cream and gorging on assorted candies to overcome your heartache.

You happened to be a young, sexy, and intelligent woman of color with access to online dating apps! There were plenty of eligible men in Gotham who would kill to be with you.

You can and would move on. Screw Joker and his inability to provide basic necessities in a relationship. Being present was a requirement!

Your hurt feelings morphed into petty vengeance and you snatched your phone from where you tossed it earlier in a blind rage.

Your thumb hovered over Bruce’s profile until you sighed and scrolled past it. No matter how much you wanted to rebound date anyone to get over Joker, Bruce didn’t deserve your toxic energy.

So you kept scrolling until you found the DO NOT CALL EVER AGAIN and the GURL HAVE YOU NO STANDARDS contacts. You should have deleted these contacts ages ago but you simply forgot.

You almost hit the dial icon on one of them until you swore you heard the front door slam shut– but alas it was just your broken heart playing tricks on you.

Joker wasn’t coming back and you had to accept that to move on. Your thumb hovered over one of your past tinder hookups.

“This is stupid! Just call the number, Y/n. If he answers, then flirt! He’s a classic tool, he definitely won’t care if this is only a one night stand. Get what you need from him and onto the next one!”

Your pep talk was good but you just couldn’t commit. Even after Joker left you high and dry, it felt wrong to move on.

You threw your head back and groaned at the ceiling.

Why did you have to love Joker so much?! You still clung to the possibility of him returning and loving you unconditionally but that was a fool’s dream.

“He’s gone Y/n. Maybe a walk will help clear my head and do me some good.” It seemed to be a tried and true coping mechanism whenever your head was in a tizzy. It's what got you in this relationship in the first place.

You went out to clear your head and met Joker that fateful night. If the chance rose to go back in time and avoid meeting Joker, you’d hesitate to do so.

He gave you so many fond memories. You couldn’t erase that even if it saved yourself from heartbreak now.

You donned some good walking shoes that matched your current outfit and headed down to the ground floor.

It was a beautiful morning and you let your mind disconnect to breathe in some fresh air. This is what you needed. Some time spent outside and not cooped up in your depressing apartment thinking about your failed relationship.

You felt more like yourself already the longer you stayed out.

You were mindless during your wandering and didn’t notice your surroundings until strong hands grabbed and yanked you back onto the sidewalk.

You yelped at the unexpected rescue and tuned out the honking and the slew of curses a taxi driver shouted at you through his window.

What did your carelessness cause this time? You were using the designated crosswalk and you had the right of way, so what gives?

Your eyes followed the bulky arms still holding you, up to a handsome face animated in concern. It was then you noticed the guy who saved you was talking.

“—be more careful! These taxi drivers don’t yield to pedestrians anymore. Hey.. are you listening to me?” He eyed you up and down, mostly in concern but admiring your beauty all the while.

You were doing the same. A ray of sunlight beamed down and highlighted your hero’s honey brown eyes and you blinked in awe at his model-like features staring at you.

Finally someone was giving you attention and the man was drop dead gorgeous. Who could blame your brain for malfunctioning?

He smirked at your lack of response and flashed his pristine teeth your way. He was checking off all of your requirements for a potential partner so far or perhaps your standards were just at an all time low. A flaw of your separation anxiety no doubt.

Joker was the last thing on your mind when this man was in front of you giving you attention.

“Uh sure.. um.. T-Thank you.” You said after a few beats of awkward silence.

“Don’t thank me just yet. I gotta say, I’m thinking impure thoughts about you.” He said.

You quirked an eyebrow at his brute honesty although his baritone voice made you forget in an instant. You were a sucker for a sexy voice and much to your delight, he kept talking.

“Sorry, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? Because d__n. You are.”

Another checkmark on the ‘yup he’s datable list.’

What were the odds of someone as attractive as him showing you affection ever again? You were lonelier than ever before and quite frankly you were ready to risk it all for an ounce of attention.

You ducked your head to hide your smile and he wanted nothing more to tilt your chin up and see it in all its glory.

Your smile was so radiant, he was a goner at a mere glimpse.

“I’d love to know your name, your number..” He sucked his teeth and admired your beauty, “your favorite position in bed…”

He probably meant to say that last part more so to himself but you still heard it.

You had to pump the brakes on that one. “Easy there.. At least take me out to dinner before you slut me out.” You laughed in jest but he leaned into your personal space, taking your words seriously.

“Oh bet? What’re doing later?”

Wait, that pickup line actually worked? You were so out of practice.

You shielded the sun from your eyes and stared up at your newfound crush. He was waiting for a response with a flirtatious grin etched on his face. So you gave him an answer.

“You tell me. What do you have in mind?” You flashed him another smile that rivaled the sun.

He chuckled and subtly moved so he blocked the sun rays for you. A small gesture that you instantly noticed. He was tall but not overly so like Joker. You hated your brain for comparing this new guy to your estranged clown but you couldn’t help it.

Would this be a new habit; comparing insanity to normal? You really missed Joker..

“Confident and sexy. I like that. How about…” The guy dug inside his pockets and procured a business card. He clicked a pen and jotted something down on it before handing it to you.

You were so caught up in his charm that you didn’t acknowledge his attire.

He was dressed for the office with his dress shirt folded up to his forearms, showing off veins that made you swoon, and a hint of ink crawling up his bicep. The writer in you was having a seizure.

He was the perfect sexy corporate alpha male and he locked down the troupe by handing you his business card with a wink.

“Get home safely, call or text me– whichever you prefer sunshine, and we’ll make plans for tonight. Sounds good?” He waited until you read the embossed cardstock in your hand.

Tristan J. Price. | Marketing | Court OwlHouse Books

You knew the publishing company personally. They presented you with a nice offer before Cindy counter offered with a contract you couldn’t refuse. You pocketed his phone number and nodded.

“Yeah, it sounds great! I don’t have a card but um.. my name’s Y/n.” You played with one of your braids and went for it. “I’ll call you later, Tristan.”

He tested your name on his lips. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I look forward to it.”

You gave him a small wave and began walking back the way you came. Something told you to look back and sure enough, Tristan was watching you leave, biting his lip. He had no shame at being caught. His smile just grew bigger as he sent another wink your way.

A whirlwind of butterflies were going crazy in your stomach. You finally had options besides Joker for a partner. Things were looking up for once after all these months spent alone.

You flushed in embarrassment and turned the corner– not once noticing your undercover security detail watching your every move and reporting in.

Above all, Tristan was a gentleman and a shameless flirt.

You didn’t waste time and called him the second you got home. He was more than pleased with your eagerness.

“I’m glad you’re home safe, sunshine. Now let’s talk business. Any allergies I need to be aware of? I really want to go all out and take you somewhere nice. You are definitely worth maxing my credit card.”

You laughed and tried not to let the nickname used get to you.

A subconscious part of you was still Joker’s Light, his bunny and every other pet name in between. You had no business being someone’s sunshine. It felt like you were betraying Joker.

Talking and flirting with someone else was an act of betrayal and you began to have second thoughts about all of this.

“Girl! Joker has clearly moved on! Get over him and let Tristan bend you over!” Your mini devil appeared on your coffee table and tried setting you straight.

She enlisted help from her arch nemesis and you were shocked when your figurative angel materialized next to her, nodding along.

“She has a point Y/n. It's been months. It's time to move on although.. I suggest taking this slow so no bending on the first date.” She glared at your imaginary devil in disdain.

Tristan stole your attention when he asked if you had been to a certain restaurant. You totally forgot you were on the phone with him! You were quick to reply and shake your head clear of any imaginary angel and devils talking to you.

You and Tristan talked all afternoon and at one point you asked if you were keeping him from work.

“Technically I’m on a very important conference call Y/n..”

You could see his flirtatious smirk over the phone and your heart warmed knowing you were important enough to take up his entire day.

You didn’t mind the long conversation since you've been alone for months and needed human interaction. You honestly didn’t care that things were progressing way too quickly with Tristan. It beat moping around with a broken heart and wishing for Joker to return.

Tristan was a breath of fresh air and offered you a new start in your dating life. You were ready to jump all in even if it was risky.

You nodded and answered his question. “Yeah Σtella is perfect. Will you make the reservations for us or let me guess. You know a friend of a friend that can get us a table on short notice?”

He laughed to himself but mentioned he did have connections, ‘None like that I’m afraid.’

You could tell the connections were nothing nefarious since Tristan didn’t have a single criminal bone in his body. After being around Joker for so long you could single out people’s evil intentions. It was one of the many habits you had to quit cold turkey.

It would take some time to purge Joker from your life but you had to. He abandoned you and you couldn’t dwell on it anymore.

Tristan ended the call to make the dinner reservations. He offered to pick you up but you politely declined.

Something told you it was best to keep him far away from the apartment until you knew for certain that Joker wasn’t coming back. You were still optimistic that your dark clown would return and things would go back to normal but until then, you had to fend for yourself and take care of your own needs.

A black dress was selected from your closet with a low back. It would go great with your braids and the heels you already picked out. You spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready and desperately trying to shake off your cold feet.

Halfway through your glam session, Tristan texted you with a time and a suggestive line about saving room for dessert.

It made you flush red and make a split decision to change your underwear into something more racy.

If tonight was just dinner that was okay but if Tristan turned out to be a man of action and not just all talk, then you wanted to be prepared. You could be a slut for one night. It’s secretly what you wanted.

You twirled in the mirror and liked what you saw. A strong confident woman moving on and taking the initiative.

You liked Tristan and he made it very clear that he liked you too despite just meeting earlier in the day. He wanted to see where this could go and you readily agreed being attention and touch-starved due to Joker’s absence.

You were ready to date again but you did stop and consider the possibilities of Joker finding out.

Joker was very possessive and he had eyes and ears all over Gotham City. It would be nothing for him to find out you were going on a date but his actions as of late showed that he didn’t care anymore. Joker ignored your numerous phone calls and texts.

Each one went unanswered. It was safe to say you were single now so you would act accordingly.

But with all the guesswork floating in the air, you weren’t going to think about Joker tonight. He was banned from your mind. Tonight you were going to have fun and enjoy yourself with another man and begin anew.

Tonight was about you and your needs. If Joker couldn’t provide, you’d go out and find someone who could. You kept that thought in mind all the way to the restaurant.

“I still think that waiter was staring at you too much. I get it, you are stunning– d__n, this dress will be the death of me– but my brother. She’s on a date with me. I’m the luckiest man alive!”

You tried your best to ignore his happiness and keep things cordial. The two of you had come to a stop at the main entrance to your apartment complex.

“This is me.” You pointed to the locked door.

Tristan admired the tall white building with a nod but there was an awkward air floating between the two of you. You just wanted to go home, Tristan was expecting more from the date.

Unfortunately Tristan was terrible at reading your body language. Or maybe you were just a good actress.

“Y/n did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?” It was a lame excuse to stay in your presence a little bit longer. You awkwardly laughed and dodged his hand reaching up to hold your cheek.

By all accounts dinner was textbook perfect. Tristan was ever the gentleman all night but his eyes were anything but. He listened to you talk and sprinkled in his opinions all the while complimenting you as a person.

There was a connection between the two of you and he made sure the conversation kept flowing to allow that spark to grow. Yet his eyes devoured you as if you were the main course and gave away his true intentions.

You wished his lust could ignite a flame within you; it didn’t.

The food was amazing and you lost the fight on who would foot the bill. Tristan simply winked and said you could pay next time.

He was so confident that there would be a next time, you found yourself almost agreeing on another date. Everything was just so natural with Tristan. Normal was… nice but you longed for the unpredictable insanity that Joker brought to the table.

You shook your head in frustration. No matter how much you tried to forget about Joker, he was always in the corner of your mind, bearing down with his larger than life presence.

Even in the restaurant you felt like he was watching your every move.

You knew Joker’s stretch of power knew no bounds. Your stomach was in knots at the thought of being discovered. Joker’s goons could be anywhere; Joker could be seated at any of these tables ready to ruin your date, kill everyone in the vicinity, and drag you back home.

The possibilities were endless and before you knew it, you were in the early stages of a panic attack until Tristan cupped your cheek and distracted you.

Tristan was right there with his suave demeanor and sultry smirks.

“You okay sunshine? I hope you’re not having second thoughts about the chef’s choice. If you don’t like it, you can always order something else.” He smiled in the low lit room.

Any girl would fall head over heels for a man like Tristan. He was attractive, successful, and he had an air about him that was alluring. He was the perfect man, that is, if you liked boring.

Joker spoiled you for other men. You could never go back to charming businessmen or witty accountants.

You didn’t want someone you could bring home to Mom. You were hooked on grease paint, cigarettes, heartache, and dark clowns that blew up hospitals for fun.

It was either before the main course or after one of Tristan’s stories about his latest project that you realized, this wasn’t going to work.

You smiled through the date out of respect and waited until he walked you home to let him down softly.

Tristan was a great guy, just not for you. Even worse the guy was oblivious to the fact you weren’t interested anymore.

He was unfazed by your chance in demeanor and flicked a wayward braid back over your shoulder. “I’ll tell you again, you are gorgeous. I'm kinda tempted to take this dress off and see what’s underneath. I bet she’s beautiful too.”

He moved in to hug you while you stiffened up in his arms. His attempts at flirting were now trashy and rude in your mind.

You didn’t want Tristan anymore. You wanted Joker’s warm arms holding you close— although gou felt awful for still craving Tristan’s attention. It was all you had. Could beggars be choosers?

Your hands wrapped around your date against your better judgment. You’d regret this later for sure.

Your eyes wandered around the area as you berated yourself for stringing Tristan along.

Hugging him back went against your plans of kicking him to the curb and going upstairs to sleep off this terrible date. Your citygirl plans of moving on were all for naught and you wasted perfectly good lingerie for a lame rebound date.

The street lights were on and oddly enough, it was just you and Tristan on the street. The area usually had foot traffic even at such a late hour but it didn’t register in your brain as odd. It was only when Tristan’s hands moved to cup your backside that you locked eyes with a figure across the way.

He had a hood on but you saw him shaking his head at you in disappointment.

He lifted his head and your eyes widened seeing the familiar clown mask Joker always left lying around the penthouse after heists. That’s when dread settled in your stomach.

You forgot Joker had eyes and ears everywhere. How could you be so stupid?

He never left. You yelped and pushed Tristan away.

“Woah! Is everything okay, sunshine?” Tristan held up his hands while you began to hyperventilate on the sidewalk.

You didn’t imagine things. Joker was still in your life. He was the most jealous man you ever met and you did the unthinkable and gave him a reason to be angry. You weren’t safe. Tristan's life was in danger.

“I-It’s not safe. I-I-I have to go…” You rambled on.

Tristan arched an eyebrow as you stumbled over your words. He couldn’t understand a word you were saying but he knew all too well what was going on here.

“I get it.” He smiled and gained your attention with his calm attitude. “I got competition, I’m not surprised. I mean look at you! You are… something else.” He frowned when you continued to look away.

He hoped he wasn’t being too forward but he felt the spark between the two of you.

Tristan leaned down and kissed you on the lips. It was passionate and sweet, a tad bit addictive but you were too mortified to acknowledge that aspect.

“Have a good night, Y/n. I’ll text you later.” Tristan gave you one more glance and walked away, leaving you frozen in place.

Tristan had it all wrong. There was no competition however he just signed his death certificate kissing you just then.

You were worried about your psychopathic, jealous boyfriend killing Tristan and then you for cheating. Joker had explicit rules. No one touches what’s his.

Not only did you go on a date with someone else, you let that same man kiss you. You knew exactly what was in store for you.

Your eyes darted back across the street where you last saw the goon. They were gone and that sent icy cold fear in your veins. It was only a matter of time that Joker found out about your little tryst.

You were counting the days to your death.

You couldn’t sleep to save your life.

It had something to do with the fact that you tossed and turned, gave up and paced the room back and forth, sat up expecting a phone call, text, heck; even a visit from your jealous clown all night. But nothing came.

Surely your security detail had already reported his findings to Joker.

If you opened a dictionary and searched for Jealousy, a picture of Joker would be present. It was only a matter of time before J flipped out. You kissed someone else. Joker would be livid.

The silent anticipation was the worst.

You chewed your nails to the quick expecting Joker to barge into your penthouse and go insane. Scared was an understatement. You were petrified of Joker’s wrath.

For two days, you walked on eggshells expecting Joker’s return. He didn’t and as the days grew in number, you panicked all the more.

Tristan also ghosted your phone calls and texts and you mourned the potential romance you gave up all because you were spooked.

You didn’t question what you saw that night. You knew Joker’s gang mask by heart and Joker was overly protective for it to be some fluke. He made sure you had a security team to watch over you at all times no matter the circumstances. He would find out soon enough.

Waiting for Joker’s arrival was driving you insane to the point that every little noise made you jump.

It was nearing a full week after your failed date when you gave up and lowered your guard. You cut your losses and decided to stop living in fear. A good nap could calm your nerves.

The remnants of the day were bleeding from the sky in warm pastels when you woke up. The room was quiet until the bathroom door opened and your eyes darted over in fear.

Joker was walking out the bathroom, already dressed in loose sweatpants and nothing else.

He was towel drying his hair but immediately locked eyes with your frightened ones once he stepped into the room.

Time stood still as your brain caught up with the moment. You weren’t dreaming. Joker was actually here. You weren’t ready to face him.

Granted this was not how you expected to reunite with Joker after three months of radio silence and especially after your brief moment of infidelity.

“J-Joker… you’re home.” Was all you could gasp out.

He looked the same albeit a bit fatigued. He was devoid of makeup, letting you see the pure exhaustion etched on his handsome features and the unmistakable hurt swirling in his vivid green eyes.

One look therein had you self aware. Of course Joker knew. Nothing got past him.

“Please, I-I-I can explain!! You were gone for months and I t-thought.. I thought you didn’t want me anymore. That you moved on! I was such an idiot! I.. Joker that date meant nothing no matter what your henchman told you–”

Joker said your name with such a dejected tone it made the hairs on the back of your neck bristle. “Y/n, shut. Up.”

Joker tossed his towel across the room and didn’t care that it barely landed on the leather couch before falling to the floor.

He’d worry about that later. His Light was on the verge of hysterics and he was not in the mood.

Joker walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He sighed when you flinched from his touch but he cupped your brown face in his hands nonetheless.

“Y/n. Calm down and look at me.” You slowly opened your eyes to glance at J. He was patiently waiting, blinking owlishly at you with an unreadable look.

You couldn’t get a good read on Joker and that made you fear him more. Joker noticed and decided to go about this as plainly as possible to not scare you further. The last thing he wanted was you to fear him.

“I know about your… date. ‘M not mad at you doll, rather…. at myself for allowing it to happen. Ya see.. I never wanted to leave.” He sighed.

You blinked in confusion but let Joker continue.

“I didn’t abandon you Y/n. Never. I’ll never do that. I got caught up in a errr.. pickle.. that kept me from my Light. I stayed away to protect you.” Joker’s thumbs gently stroked your cheekbones as you looked at him in shock.

His rare genuine smile spoke volumes. “It was toooo risky to come back soooo I stayed away. I tried to message ya but it was sabotaged and…. The point is Y/n! It was not my in-tent-ions to leave you all alone. I will always come back to my Light. Believe that pretty girl.”

You felt like the biggest fool in all of Gotham. Joker was out risking his life to make it back to you and you gave up on him.

How was he not angry? It didn’t make any sense.

“You weren’t there. You were gone for months and I felt so alone. I was hurt and…” You tried not to get emotional but Joker’s gentle touch and the way he stared straight into your soul with those abnormal green eyes of his was getting to you.

Joker’s soothing touch had you breaking down in record time.

“I couldn’t help myself! T-Tristan didn’t mean anythi–”

In seconds Joker’s tender hold on you turned aggressive. His hands slid down to your throat and squeezed tight before you could finish your sentence. Your startled gasp rang out in the room.

“Don’t.. ever say another man’s name in front of me! I’ll kill him. I’ll do it. You. Are. Mine. You got that?” Joker waited until you croaked out a yes before loosening his grip. It was then you saw just how jealous Joker really was. His calm, cool, and collected attitude was all an act.

Underneath his exhaustion was the Jealous psychopath you knew and loved.

He sighed and let go to fuss over you. He smoothed your braids in place and nodded to himself when you were presentable and breathing properly. You were frozen in shock. He didn’t even hesitate hurting you.

Joker’s fluctuating mood was befitting his personality but it still made you wary. You eyed him sideways and Joker whined knowing you were thinking bad bad thoughts about him.

“M’sorry bunny I just… Argh! You just needed some attention, I. Get. It.. I’m not angry. I’m. Not. Hey.. ya wanna know a little secret?” You slowly nodded and Joker smiled wide before leaning in, almost as if he were to whisper in your ear.

“It was torture for me too. All those nights spent a-parT? Mmm I was thinkin’ about you.” His fingers played with yours resting in your lap.

“Really?” You asked.

Your mind quickly forgot about his random spurt of anger a moment prior, in favor of his suggestive tone at present. Joker was here and he was finally giving you attention. What more could you ask for?

He knew you loved his hands (and he knew you were touched-starved) and made sure to keep contact with you as he spoke.

“I missed my Princess and I knoooooow–” He yawned mid sentence, “..you missed me. C’mere, my Light. I wanna hold ya.”

You hid your smile witnessing Joker be so unguarded and so unlike himself. You could tell he didn’t sleep at all these past few months. Dark circles weighed down his gorgeous eyes and he literally made grabby hands at you. It was refreshing to know you weren’t the only one touch-starved here.

Joker was the world’s lightest sleeper. He could only sleep a full eight hours if he had his Bunny to cuddle up with. You had just woken up yourself but Joker needed his rest and he needed you.

You fell into his arms and he quickly maneuvered the both of you so he lied on the bed with you nestled on his side. You tossed your leg over Joker’s hips and he held it there, rubbing his hands along your plushy thighs.

His hands became restless and began re-tracing all of your curves, (as if he could ever forget them in such a short amount of time) and came to a stop at the crown of your head. He hummed contently and left a kiss in your hair.

“I’m sorry you felt alone, Bunny. The plan wasn’t supposed to take that long ‘n especially not months. I can’t promise I’ll be able to return quickly, but I will always come back to my Light. Just… just don’t give up on me, mkay?”

You nodded and glanced up at Joker. His eyes were closed, yet you knew his focus was solely on you. To prove your point, he opened his eyes and stared directly at you.

His emerald green eyes were drowsy but you could tell his words were sincere. His unique speech pattern was nonexistent the longer the conversation went. You had a raw and honest Joker lying beneath you.

So you decided to be honest in return.

“I promise, J. I won’t give up on you. I only want you.”

“Gooooood.” He closed his eyes again and repositioned his head better on the pillows. “Cuz no one touches what’s mine. Expect your uh.. punishment later.” He yawned.

“What?!!” You tried to get up but Joker’s arms tightened around you, keeping you lying atop of him. You wiggled in his grip and he growled in warning.

“J, I thought you said you weren’t mad at me!”

He didn’t see you pouting, however his hand still came down hard on your thigh. The sharp sting made you yelp in shock.

“I’m. Not. But ya still need to L-earn a lesson. My bunny can’t be sneakin’ off and.. playing with others while I’m away. Tsk. Tsk. I’ll uh f__k ya when I wake up. OH! You should rest too. Heh, you’ll need your energy.”

His warning hardly held any weight with the boyish grin plastered on his face. Without his clown makeup, Joker was a sight to behold.

You would prepare yourself for his tough love later. Right now you wanted to bask in Joker’s presence.

Three months was too long without him.

You snuggled up closer to your clown and began running your fingers through his hair. He loved when you did that. He was already snoring by the time you leaned up to kiss one of his scars.

“I’m just glad you're back.” You whispered. 

His Little Girl Is Not Yet a Warrior

Jake Sully x Daughter! Reader

Plot: You are Jake and Neytiri’s only daughter. You and Lo’ak disobey your parents and travel to a dangerous cave where you fall and hurt yourself. Your dad rescues and comforts you while you’re being healed. The two of you have a discussion around your safety.

Warning: blood, injury

You and Lo’ak laugh as you race each other through the thick forest. Your chest burns and your legs are starting to ache, but you refuse to quit. He might be older, but you are for sure faster and you are gunna prove it. You pick up speed and manage to pass him for a second before he inches in front of you and tags the tree marked as the finish line.

“Ha! Point for me baby sister,” Lo’ak says with pride as he jogs in place and pants from exhaustion.

“Yeah yeah whatever, I almost had you at the end there,” you reply with annoyance.

You often hung out with Lo’ak while Neteyam was out hunting and going on missions with your parents. The two of you had not yet become warriors, meaning you had to miss out on all the important missions. Despite how incredibly annoying Lo’ak was as a big brother, you had a connection with him because you both felt like you were living in Neteyam’s shadow.

Lo’ak was the middle child, often ignored unless he was causing trouble… which he usually was. And you were the youngest, always sheltered despite being better at hunting than most kids your age. But for the most part you accepted it, knowing you would prove your worth when the time came.

You bend over with your palms resting on your knees to catch your breath after the race. Just then you got the bright idea to prank Lo’ak. It would be the perfect revenge for when he scared you earlier this morning. You place your hand to your chest and start to breathe heavy, as if you are struggling to get air through your lungs.

“Y/N, you okay?” Lo’ak asks with concern, but you don’t respond.

He runs over to you to see what is wrong. He takes your hand and lifts your face to look at you. “Do you need to sit down?”

“Gotcha!” You shout in his face and push him backwards. He stumbles and falls to the ground.

“No fair, you’re playing dirty!” he yells while sitting up.

“Looks to me like you’re the only one playing in the dirt big brother,” you tease him before holding out your hand to help him up.

Lo’ak takes your hand and proceeds to yank you down onto the ground where he is.

“Another point for me… you never learn,” Lo’ak throws his head back in laughter.

You playfully slap his arm and you both laugh with each other before taking a break to figure out what to do next.

“Wanna head back?” You ask.

“Nah, it’s not even close to eclipse. If we go back now, grandmother is going to force us to do those chores we forgot about.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. Hmmm, we could check out that cave we found that one time when we were hunting!”

“I don’t know… Dad said we werent allowed to go there without him cause the terrain seemed unsafe. He would kill me if I took you there.”

“You scared or something?”

“Im not scared, I’ve just been on thin ice with Dad lately… I’m trying not to screw up again.”

You give him an annoyed look. You couldn’t believe that out of all the times Lo’ak would want to start a clean streak, it would be now.

He rolls his eyes at you. “Of course you don’t get it, mom and dad let you off easy. Me? Not so much.”

You knew that he was right… your brothers always got into more trouble because your parents gave them more responsibility. But you weren’t giving up that easy. You put on your best pouting face and look up at Lo’ak.

“You and Neteyam got to go with dad last time and he made me stay home. You said the cave was so cool, I just want to feel included.”

Lo’ak looks like he is thinking the decision over. You slip your arms around his waist to hug him and plead. “Please big brother? I’ll love you forever.”

“You already love me forever.”

“I’ll love you forever times infinity.”

After several moments of silence and contemplation, Lo’ak agrees.

“Fine, I’ll take you. But no playing around while we’re there, okay?”

“No playing around, got it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Lo’ak calls to his ikran and hops on. Then he takes your arm and helps you up as well. You sit in the front of him and he holds onto your stomach with one hand to keep you in place while holding the reigns with the other.

You were used to riding as a passenger because you had yet to pass your iknimaya. But the time would come soon, and you couldnt wait to have your own Ikran. Maybe then, you’d be treated a little more seriously. For now, you enjoy the feeling of the wind on your face as you lean into your brother’s chest and begin the journey to the cave.

You arrive at the cave opening and Lo’ak helps you down.

“Hold my hand the whole time, okay? I know the path, but I dont want you to fall.”

“Okay,” you respond and you take your brother’s hand.

Lo’ak begins to lead you deeper into the cave and you look up and around in awe at the colorful crystals surrounding you. “Its so beautiful here.”

“I know right, look at these cool structures over here,” he says while pointing to the left.

“Woah!” You exclaim. Lo’ak smiles at you, feeling happy that you are enjoying it already.

You reach a leveled platform in the cave and he releases your hand. “You can walk here on your own, but be careful. Step lightly.”

Excitedly, you leave his side and walk around to observe all the intriguing shapes and patterns on the cave walls. You stop and stare at one structure with spirals and shimmering purple stones. Pandora was your home, but there was always new things to explore… even more beautiful than the last. You turn back to glance at Lo’ak and see that he is admiring the illuminated stones on the ceiling.

After looking around a bit more, you see that there is a small pool of water to the far right of the area. A pond in this cave? So cool. You walk over to it and kneel down to get a closer look. There are tiny fishes swimming around, creating streams of bioluminescence the water. You dip your hand in and let them graze your fingers as they swim. It tickles, which causes you to giggle.

At the sound of your laugh, Lo’ak turns to see what you’re doing. “Y/N! Get away from there, it doesn’t look stable!” He yells.

“Huh?” You ask and you swiftly stand and move to turn towards him. But as you shift your weight, your foot slips, causing you to fall further down into the cave. Your body scrapes against the rough walls but you barely feel anything with the adrenaline from the fall.

“Y/N!” Lo’ak screams.

You finally stop sliding and your body hits the cave floor hard. You grunt in pain, putting a hand to your head where it hurts.

Lo’ak runs over, carefully slides down to where you are laying, and puts a hand behind you to support your head while he examines your body. His eyes travel to your legs. “Shit, this cut is bad.”

You look down and see a gash running from below your right knee to the middle of your calf. You barely felt it before, but once you see the blood, the pain begins immediately. You wince and feel the tears rising up.

Without question, Lo’ak turns on his comms and calls for your father.

“Dad!”

“Lo’ak?”

“Y/N’s hurt… it’s a huge cut on her leg.”

“Where are you?”

“We’re at the old cave. I know we shouldn’t be here, Dad. I’m sorry.”

“You should have something to wrap her cut in the pouch on your ikran saddle. Don’t move her, go get it and bring it back to her. I’m coming right now. Copy?”

“Copy.”

“Let me talk to her.”

Lo’ak connects the comms to your ear. “I’ll be right back,” he says before leaving to start climbing the cave walls.

“Dad?” You call to your father.

“Hey babygirl, I’m coming to get you. How you doing?”

“My leg is cut, there’s so much blood. And my head really hurts.”

“Lo’ak is getting something to wrap your leg and stop the bleeding. Take deep breaths, okay? I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.”

Lo’ak comes back quickly, trying to be extra careful around the slippery, unstable edges. He jumps down to where you are, kneels in front of you, and lifts your leg onto his thigh. He wraps it carefully and tightly with some cloth. You hiss in pain as the fabric touches the wound and stings. The blood quickly stains the cloth, but it was the best he could do for now.

You turn to your brother apologetically, tears now streaming down your face. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you to bring me here.”

“It’s okay baby sister, don’t worry about it,” he assures you as he wipes your tears and rubs your back.

“Dad is gunna be so mad that we came here. I’m so stupid.”

“He could never be mad at you. I’ll take the blame,” he says as he moves to sit behind you, pulling you into his lap and being extra careful around the more smaller cuts and scrapes on your body.

You and Lo’ak always bicker and tease each other, but you know he would do anything for you. This was a clear example of that. He is selfless when it comes to others, and you feel guilty that he is willing to do this for you.

“Thanks Lo’ak. You can have all the points, okay?”

He laughed in response. “Don’t mention it.”

“It hurts,” you cry.

He places a hand gently on your head to soothe you. “I know, Dad is gunna be here soon and then they can fix you up.”

You close your eyes and wait for your father to arrive. After about 10 minutes, you hear the screech of his ikran and the flapping of it’s wings above.

“Lo’ak! Y/N!” He shouts.

“We’re down here, dad!” Lo’ak replies.

You hear your father run across the cave floor and carefully slide down to meet you. Lo’ak moves aside so your father could get to you.

“Daddy!” you cry. Feeling the tears well up again at the sight of him.

Jake puts a hand on your cheek, “I’m here, babygirl.” He moves to your leg immediately and carefully removes the blood stained wrapping to examine the wound. Blood continues to pool out.

“Fuck,” he blurted out in shock at the sight of the gash, forgetting to censor himself around his children. “That’s gunna need stitches, baby.” He tosses the bloody bandage to the side and begins to wrap it with a new one.

You groan at this statement, anticipating more pain when you get home.

“We gotta get you up this ledge,” he says as he helps you up. He drapes your arm over his shoulder and grabs your side. You hiss from the contact of your scrapes with his body.

“I know it hurts, we’ll be home soon” he says to you before turning to your brother.

“Lo’ak, go up first so you can help her.”

“Hop on one leg baby, I got you” he says to you.

They manage to hoist you up over the cave ledge and your father starts to carry you over to his ikran.

He turns to Lo’ak in the process, “what the hell were you thinking? I told you never to come here without me or your mom, and you took Y/N with you?! What if something worse had happened?”

Lo’ak looked ashamed, but prepared to be scolded as he was so used to it. “I know, I’m sorry Dad.”

“You clearly don’t know, cause you did it anyway. I’m gunna deal with you when we get home,” he says sternly.

“It’s not his fault, Dad. I begged him to bring me here, he didn’t want to.”

Lo’ak raises his head to look over at you in surprise. His expression turned worrisome, wondering what his dad would say.

Jake looks down at you in his arms in frustration. “Alright, we’ll discuss this later.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and bury your face in your dad’s chest, wanting to cry once more. Your wounds are painful… but surprisingly not as painful as getting your brother into more trouble with your dad.

He presses his comms and calls to your mom. “Neytiri, do you read me?”

“Ma Jake, did you reach them?”

“I got em, she cut her leg badly but she’s alright.”

Your mom sighs in relief. “Thank you, great mother.”

“We’re on our way back now, meet us there when you can,” he tells her.

He secures you on his ikran as best as he can and you all take off towards home.

Your grandmother immediately gets to work once you arrive back at the village.

“Lay still my child,” she says to you.

“Grandmother, how much is this going to hurt?”

“Only a little stinging. Once this is over, I will give you something to numb the area. You will not feel the stitches after that.”

You nod to her to continue the treatment.

“Squeeze my hand when it hurts, sweetheart” Jake tells you as he moves to sit beside you. You nod and interlock your fingers with his, preparing for the worst.

“Take a deep breath,” Jake tells you as he breathes deeply, instructing you to follow. He rests his available hand on your heart, mindful of the way it is racing. You feel calmer already, grateful for his presence. “It’ll be okay, I’m right here.”

As your grandmother disinfects the wound, you feel the painful stinging and you grip your father’s hand tight while squeezing your eyes shut. He rubs your back to soothe you.

Mo’at reaches for a small bowl and passes it to Jake. “Ma Itan, rub this generously on her smaller wounds,” she instructs her son-in-law.

Jake obeys and releases your grip to begin placing the medicine gently on each of your cuts and scrapes.

“Does that hurt, baby?” He asks with concern.

You shake your head and he gives you a light smile.

Your grandmother was right, you barely felt the needle from the stitches. Your dad talked to you the whole time to distract you from it. Once it was done, he picked you up and carried you to bed.

“It’s been a long day, we’ll talk in the morning” he tells you as he leans down to kiss you on the forehead.

“I’m not tired,” you lie. You were exhausted, but you needed to speak to him now.

“Hm, I would’ve thought all that crying you did earlier would tire you out” he teased playfully.

“Stay with me, dad? Just for a little while and then I’ll sleep.”

“I’ll stay with you for as long as you want me to, my love.”

He pulls you into his lap and hugs you tight. You let your body relax into his hold. “I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t mean to make you and mom worry.”

“I know,” he assures you as he holds your head to his chest and tucks your stray hairs behind your ear.

“Don’t punish Lo’ak, he was just trying to do something nice for me.”

“I know.”

You looked up at him in surprise. “You know?”

He laughs lightly. “You cant fool me little one, I know your brothers take the fall for you sometimes. You give em those eyes, and they can’t say no to you.”

“What eyes?”

“The ones you’re giving me right now,” he says before placing another kiss on the tip of your nose.

Your father’s affection makes you feel so much better. You smile and lower your eyes, your face feeling warm from embarrassment.

He let out a deep sigh. “What should I expect though. You are my daughter, trouble calls and you answer I suppose.”

Your smile starts to fade. “It’s not like I wanted to get into trouble.”

“Then why? Why did you convince your brother to take you to do something that I specifically said not to. I told all of you that it wasn’t safe.”

“Because you took Neteyam and Lo’ak there last time. I had to stay home, it’s not fair dad.”

“They are older than you.”

“I’m only 2 years younger than Lo’ak, but you treat me like im a baby.”

“You’re MY baby.”

“Im serious, Dad. Even now, you’re not listening to me.” You sit up and cross your arms, wanting to create some distance between you two. You continue. “Admit it, it’s not cause I’m young. It’s cause I’m a girl, you dont think I can handle it.”

It hurt Jake to hear you say this. Had he let his little girl think she was not good enough?

“That’s not true, Y/N.”

“Yes it is! But I’m a good hunter too, even if you don’t think so! And in a year, I’ll pass that test and have my ikran, and then you cant keep me trapped here.”

Tears begin to roll down your cheeks and you quickly wipe them away, not wanting to show more weakness in front of him.

Jake’s expression softened at the sight of you. He hated that he made you so upset. And he hated that you felt trapped. Had he been going overboard?

“Come here,” he says as he opens his arms for you.

You shake your head in defiance, not wanting to give into him.

“Please, baby? I’m sorry, just come here.”

You began to uncross your arms but your father closes the gap before you have the chance to. He pulls you into a hug and rubs your back. It feels nice to be back in his arms. No matter how mad you were with him, you always felt so much comfort in his embrace.

“Y/n, I know you’re capable. I know you’re a great hunter… and you’re right, maybe I did shelter you a little too much.”

Your expression turns hopeful, surprised that he agreed with you.

He continued. “But… that doesn’t give you the right to disobey me and put yourself and your siblings in danger. Can you understand that I need to protect you?”

“Yeah,” you reply while lowering your head, not wanting to face him.

He lifts your chin so that he could see your eyes. “I’m sorry that I made you think you weren’t good enough to be out there with me and your brothers. And I’m sorry that I don’t consider taking you more often.”

You look up at him as he says this and tears start to form in your eyes again. You blink and they fall down your face.

“You are enough, and you can do anything you put your mind to. Don’t let anyone make you think differently, not even me.”

You smile at him brightly, appreciative of his apology and wise words. “Thanks, Dad.”

Jake cups your face in his hands and wipes away the wet streaks with his thumbs. “There’s that smile, so beautiful. Where’d you get that from?”

“Mom, I think” you say while grinning.

He smiles at you. “Definitely from mom.” He sighs deeply and you both sit for a little while in the silence. “You’re still so little, even though I know you’re getting older. It’s scary sometimes, I just don’t wanna lose you babygirl… but I know I’ve got to let you go at some point.”

You wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze him tight. “I’m not going anywhere right now, daddy.”

Jake chuckles and squeezes you back while running his hand over your hair. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“Okay, promise me something?” he asks while he holding out his pinky.

You sit up and stare at him intently, waiting to hear the rest.

“Promise me that you wont do something dangerous like this again… and as long as it’s safe… I’ll promise to take you with me on the next mission.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. You need to know what it’s like out there.”

You gasp excitedly and hook your pinky onto his. “I promise.” You connect your thumbs together to seal the deal and he brings your hand up to his lips.

“…after your leg heals up of course.”

“Oh… right,” you reply as you slump over in disappointment.

Jake throws his head back and erupts in laughter.

“Not funny!” You yell.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry. It’ll heal in no time, sweetheart.” He pats the spot next to him. “Come on, let’s go to sleep.”