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footprintsinthesxnd · 4 months

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The Angel of Easy

Mads!! I was so excited when Réka messaged me to be your Secret Santa pinch hitter. So here is a special little Nixon fic for my favourite fellow Lewis fangirl.

Being one of the few female intelligence officers in the 101st was always going to be a slightly different experience. Despite her training as an SOE and working at Bletchley Circle nothing prepared her to be thrown into a company of men who drank, swore and fought like dogs but formed a group far stronger than any family could ever be. One of the men she warmed most to was Lewis Nixon. His endless sarcasm and witty humour had cemented him in Y/n’s heart and it didn’t take long for them to become firm friends and then something more.

“Do you have to go on that patrol? Can’t you just stay here with me?” Lewis whined, his head still buried under the bed covers as his near-naked frame lay sprawled across the bed.

Y/n laughed, lacing up her lump boots as the grown man rolled over to face her, his blurry eyes and sleepy smile tugging on her heartstrings and if she looked at him any longer she would climb right back into bed with him.

“You know I have to go. This is finally my chance to truly prove myself,” she retorted, this would be her first time on a patrol without Lewis and she intended to gain the respect of her fellow paratroopers.

“You’ve already proven yourself to me in many ways,” Lewis wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Y/n sighed, hitting him with the nearest pillow.

“I have to go, I’ll see you later. I love you,” Y/n called as the door slammed shut behind her.

“Love you too,” Lewis mumbled into the pillow, his mind drifting back into his sleepy state when he sat upright. Had she just said what he thought she had? And had he replied with the same answer?

“You know Lieutenant, you’re not that bad after all,” Johnny Martin, nodded at her and she smiled in return. Johnny was a hard man to win over so this was the biggest compliment he could have given.

“Yeah, you’re alright Little Lady,” Bull chimed in, patting her on the back with his large hand.

“Well thanks, guys, I knew you’d like me eventually.”

The group continued to laugh as they followed the path back towards their camp when a loud crack from beside them caused them all to hit the deck. “FLASH?” Johnny shouted, his weapon raised. “Flash? Or we fire.” Was followed by a burst of machine gun fire. The firing above Y/n head caused her to freeze, she’d been through basic training just like the rest of them, she’d fired her weapon and she carried her M1 with her now, but something inside her would allow her to move. Her limbs lay frozen against the wet, muddy soil, her head pressed to the ground.

“Y/L/N GET UP!” Johnny grabbed her collar and shoved her against the nearest tree. “Y/l/n, you used that goddamn gun of yours. I don’t care if you are a Lieutenant or a fucking Major. I’m not losing any of my men because of you.” Johnny's voice was harsh, his usual snarl mixed with a desperation for her to follow his instructions.

Y/n nodded quickly, raising her M1 and firing around the edge of the tree. Johnny seemed satisfied with this and continued his way along the line to check in with the rest of his men. Y/n continued to fire, round after round, clip after clip, with only the image of Lewis in her mind to keep her grounded.

“I’m out of ammo,” she called down the line but the others were too preoccupied to hear her above the firing. Y/n did something she never thought she would do, she got up and ran. Time stood still as her legs carried her from behind the cover of her tree to the next tree, bullets whizzing past her.

“You alright Luz?” She asked, sliding down next to George who was trying to call through to Winters on his radio. George nodded to her and she grabbed his ammunition, loaded her weapon and started firing again.

The noise was deafening, nothing like practising on the ranges back at Toccoa.

“Y/L/N!” Johnny called, waving at her from the next tree down. “There’s a whole goddamn Panzer division coming from the south. We’ve gotta get outta here.”

Y/n nodded, motioning for him and the other men to head for cover further back from the line as she continued to fire. Johnny and Bull appeared by her side soon after.

“The others have retreated. I think we’ve hit their line. What’s your orders, Lieutenant? Johnny, Bull and George looked at her expectantly and Y/n felt the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“We hold them off for as long as we can, at least we can give the others a chance to pull back.” The men nodded at her, seemingly approving of her reply.

George continued to keep Winters and the battalion in the loop while the others continued to fire upon the inbound Panzer division. Mortar fire from Malarkey’s mortar squad littered the tree line in front of them and sporadic machine gun fire came in response.

“Winters says to pull back. The air force is bringing in air cover,” George shouted over the firing.

“Cease fire,” Y/n called, motioning for Johnny to head back first while supplying covering fire, then Bull and then George.

“What about you Lieutenant?” George asked, hiking his radio onto his back.

“I’ll be right behind you George, okay?” George nodded, keeping his head down and sprinting towards the cover of the tree line.

Now that she was alone Y/n wondered how she was meant to get herself out of this situation and without covering fire she was a sitting duck. They would have had her firing zeroed by now and mortars would surely start firing soon.

“Well, it’s not or never,” Y/n threw herself out from behind the tree, firing towards the German line as she retreated. Once the clip was empty she slung the weapon onto her back and turned tail, running towards George who was waving frantically at her.

“Y/N COME ON!” He screamed, grabbing her hand as she collapsed into him. “Christ Lieutenant, you’ve got a death wish,” he laughed, helping her up. Johnny nodded at her and Bull gave her his signature smile until their faces fell.

“Hey, what’s all the long faces for?” She laughed, “We just got out of there alive didn’t we?”

“Umm Y/n you might wanna sit down,” George caught her as her knees buckled beneath her. Johnny and Bull quickly moved in to help. Johnny pulled his aid kit out of his pocket, pressing a bandage firmly to the pool of blood at her side, before helping to lift her into Bull’s arms.

“Stay with us Little Lady,” Bull whispered as her heavy eyelids slid closed.

“You know what they say, Dick,” Lewis sighed, rubbing his hand over his stubbly chin.

“What do they say, Lew?” Dick stretched his arms above his head, as he sat in the armchair beside him.

“Well sometimes, no matter how much you want it, some stories just don’t get a happy ending,” Lewis choked, the tears freely rolling down his cheeks again. He had cried so much in the last twenty-four hours that he wasn’t sure how he had any tears left to cry.

“She’ll pull through, Nix. She’s strong and she knows you are waiting for her. She’ll make it.” Dick patted Lewis on the back, raising from his chair and leaving Lewis to sit in his uncomfortable silence once more.

“Lewis?” Her voice was weak, her breaths shallow but her bright eyes watched him intently as he raised his weary head.

“Y/n? By God you’re awake. Oh thank God,” Lewis flung his arms around her neck, burying his head into her neck and crushing the air from her lungs. “Careful Lew, I’m a little sore,” Y/n whined, pushing Lewis gently to which he jumped away.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. Are you alright?” Lewis sat back down in the armchair, his hand clutching desperately at hers.

“I’m a little sore,” she admitted, wincing as she tried to move.

Lewis jumped up again, “do you need me to get, Roe? Do you need some morphine?” Lewis' eyes were wild, searching her face for the unspoken answer.

“No. No, I'm alright. Just sore,” Y/n reassured him, reaching for his hand which Lewis took instantly.

“I was so worried I’d lost you,” Lewis admitted, his eyes full of tears but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, too afraid that he’d blink and she’d be gone.

“I’m sorry I worried you, Lew. It was all going so well. I think I proved myself to them.”

Lewis chuckled, leaning forward to brush the hair that had fallen upon her face, “You, my love certainly did prove yourself. You are all the men of Easy can talk about. Hell, you’re the ‘Angel of Easy Company.”

Y/n laughed, “Well that’s something I suppose.”

“Just next time, maybe don’t get yourself killed over it alright? I don’t think I could go through that again,” Lewis looked at her poignantly and Y/n just smiled. Her fingers reached up, brushing her fingers over Lew’s cheek, cupping it gently.

“I promise, Lew. I won’t do it again but if I do at least I know I have you to come back to.”

Dick smiled from his spot in the doorway, he’d had a message from Colonel Sink but he couldn’t bear to interrupt this precious moment. Just for those few minutes, his friends were happy and that was all Dick could ask for.

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sokkadora · 1 year

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hugs — hunter (gg) x noceda!reader

summary: your first hug with hunter after a week of not seeing each other much (you’re back to school in the human realm) and he conks out during the middle of it

a/n: this is based off of what zeno said about hunter avoiding hug’s because they’re too comfortable and he’ll fall asleep 🙁🙁 HES SO CUTEBSJSJS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

wc: 638

warnings: being tired, hunter being a sweetie pie

Being Camila and Manny’s first child, there were more trial and errors with you than there were with your younger sister.

And it’s not that you were upset, but being a year younger than mostly all of your classmates could be a bit belittling — Gus understood that. And so did Hunter.

Speaking of which, after returning from the demon realm with your sister and your friends, you’d been too busy to do anything for yourself with school, applying for colleges, working on a way back, and your job at Camila’s veterinary clinic.

It’s been exhausting, but, fall break was about to begin in…

You glance at the clock above the chalkboard, narrowing your eyes at the 1 minute and 23… 22… 21…

Oh, whatever.

Shoving your notebook and computer back into your book bag, you heaved a sigh doing so.

You’d been given a break from work for the week, the staff all adored you and Luz and encouraged this break, saying that “you’d been spending too much time at work,” and “that boyfriend of yours must be missing you.”

You appreciated the concern, but not the teasing. Even if it was coming from a place of love.

RING! RING! RING!

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you swiftly exited your class, ignoring the concerned look on your friend Masha’s face as you quickly scurried out. They’d be able to call you later anyhow.

Luz found you out at your car and waved softly. You ruffled her hair when she got in arms reach, and you both got into the car to ride home.

When she found out you and Hunter had started dating, she was a little (very) concerned and yet… excited for you. You had always been a role model for her, and she couldn’t harp on you for finding someone that made you happy.

Even if they were evil. At the time.

Hunter’s pretty much family now, along with Vee. You see him cooking with Camila and your heart warms, because you never thought you’d find something like what your parents had.

When you get home, your mom hasn’t arrived yet, and the others are in the shack behind the house. Luz goes to see them, but you stumble inside tiredly, ready to nap after the relentless and hectic past few months that barely let you rest.

Flopping your bag onto your desk, you followed suite by flopping onto the chair at your desk with a huff.

You were beginning to drift until…

“(Y/n)?”

Heavy eyelids shot open, and you sat up straight, quickly wiping the drool off your face before turning to the door.

Hunter poked his head in through the cracked open door, you stood to greet him with a smile. It had been almost a week since you’d really been able to talk and you missed him. A lot more than you were willing to admit out loud at least.

“Hey, you,” You yawned, sliding out of the chair as you stretched your body. Hunter closed the door, his hands clenching and unclenching as he watched you. “What’s up?”

“I just…” Hunter sighed, scratching the back of his neck with a blush on his cheeks. “I missed you a lot this week. We didn’t really get to see each other.” He pouts, and your surprise quickly turns to fondness.

“I missed you too, tiger.” You said with a big smile, standing from the chair and engulfing him in a hug. “At least we have next we—“

HOOOOOOONK—

Aaaaaaaand, he’s out.

You grimace playfully, but pull him over to your bed and fall back with him laying on top of you. He’s heavy, but the weight feels comfortable. Hunter, feels comfortable.

You fell asleep with him not soon afterwards. After all, he was a much better cuddle buddy than a wooden desk.

#golden guard x reader #hunter noceda x reader #hunter toh x reader #toh hunter x reader #hunter imagine #hunter x you #the owl house x reader #luzura writes #olive writes #zoe's works #my works

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pdaliceliveblogs · 2 years

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“I couldn’t hate you, Luz. The fact that you still stand up for us means enough to me.”

“Mija, now that I’ve seen what you’re up against, there is no way I’m letting you go back alone. It is our duty to help your friends get back to their families!”

“But...”

“You were tricked. That’s what Belos does: he tricks people. But if it weren’t you, then it would be someone else, and then there would be no one left to fight back. So let’s do that. Let’s fight back. Please? ...for Flapjack?”

“...for Flapjack.”

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amozon28 · 2 years

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SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED THIS EPISODE but i dont think i will ever get over the scene where Hunter talks about needing to keep everyone safe, not thinking of himself in that, and Luz just casually saying “and that includes you” and boy is just STUNNED at the idea of someone caring about keeping him safe

and before he can even begin to process that revelation Luz hits him with “you’re family now” stated so matter of factly, like of course youre family hunter!

and Hunter just immediately bursts into tears. because Hunter has NEVER been wanted as family. When he thought Belos was his uncle he constantly had to prove his worth because Belos’s affection and love was 100% conditional. and then he finds out that Belos isnt his uncle and that he himself isnt even a person but some made up copy of someone else.

and while his time in the Human realm has allowed him to find out who he wants to be, he still considered himself alone. everyone has family back in the boiling ilse they want to get back to, except him. He all but admits to Gus that he’d be happy to stay in the human realm.

Hunter is so focused on helping everyone else get back so that they can be happy and they can be safe.

So for Luz to just casualy state matter of factly that, hey YOU matter too Hunter, and that were your family here, no strings attached, no quests to prove his worth, so swearing of loyatly or obedience. just pure acceptance and love from someone offering to be his family for the first time in his life. and he just immediately cries. im just, im really emotional about this scene guys

#hunter #toh hunter #the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #luz noceda #mine

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queen-of-hobgobblers · 1 year

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When You Stepped In

tw reference to death, reference to past abusive relationships

Luz’s King-ceanera is an event marked with cheer and laughter, with her mother freaking out over the blinking eyeballs floating through the punch and the numerous birthday kisses from Amity.

They party through the night and until the break of day, people coming in and out the doors of the Owl House throughout the event. Some of them end up leaving by the end but most find themselves collapsed in a heap in the living room, snoozing and whispering in hushed tones.

That’s where Luz finds the note.

She feels a sharp point peeking out of her jean pocket and thumbs the worn paper. She pulls it out and finds a folded up white square reading, To Luz.

A hazy memory bubbles to the surface: Amity, laughing with the brunette near the punch bowl, Styrofoam cup in hand, confetti dusted in her lilac hair. Gus passes by them quickly, handing Luz a paper square on his way to the pinata. “For later,” he whispers into her ear before shooting her finger guns and walking off. The girl just shrugged and shoved it into her pocket.

Now, she fingers the scratchy scrawl of Eda’s handwriting before gently unfolding the square, laying the large sheet out in front of her.

Happy birthday, kid! Eda’s handwriting once again. Can’t believe it’s been four years. Seems like just yesterday you were stumbling out of the Human Realm all confused and nearly getting yourself killed ten times over. But, it wasn’t. It wasn’t yesterday. Yesterday I wasn’t some lone, stuffy old witch pushing away the people who loved me out of fear. I wasn’t someone on the run from the law, living everyday like it could be my last- because it could. Living everyday wasting away on the edge of Bonesborough, not caring that there could be no tomorrow. And that’s because of you.

You shoved your way into my life like the world’s most stubborn lunatic and begged me to be your mentor. And for some harebrained reason, I said yes. I took you in and you turned my entire world upside down. You got me to confront my past, my curse, my sister. You nearly destroyed my house several times over with all your shenanigans, and put us all in danger more times than I can count. And now, look what I’m left with: an armful of friends, a rekindled connection with my family, an actual relationship with my house demon, an ex-lover-turned-spouse, a bunch of pesky students, and you, Luz.

You’re the greatest gift I’ve ever received, kid. You taught me how to stop running and face life’s difficulties head on. And I couldn’t think of anything that could come close to meaning as much to you except, well, maybe this. Okay, King’s telling me to hurry it along now, so I’ll leave you with this: happy eighteenth birthday, Luz! Have fun studying your butt off at magic school! No, seriously. Have fun, kid. You’ve more than earned it.

A space, a different font- still scrawled but somewhat neater.

“You are somebody. And I love that somebody very much.” That’s what you told me when I had that identity crisis over not being the King of Demons. I think about it a lot. You couldn’t promise me my stories were true. You couldn’t promise me I was who I thought I was. You promised me that I was still somebody. You promised me that I was still somebody to you. I think the response says a lot about you.

You care so much, Luz. It’s your first instinct. Your first instinct is to reach your hand out to other people, friends, foes, family, regardless of what you feel. You and Hooty helped me get through my hurt on Titan Trapper Island. You pushed aside your own pain to help me get through mine. You spent so many years helping us rebuild the Isles. I wanna be that person for you, at least for today. I wanna be the person who takes care of your worries, and takes care of you for one day, instead of the other way around. This was one of the things I came up with. Lots of birthday kisses, your brother, King.

A familiar writing style. One she recognizes from passed notes during class.

Hey, Luz! Happy birthday, girl! Can’t wait to finally chat without either of us being distracted by schoolwork! <3

Before you stepped through the portal, I was Half a Witch Willow. People looked down on me. Amity didn’t let me breathe in peace. And then you came along, and pretended to be my Abomination. You invited Gus and I to a Moonlight Conjuring when we got overlooked. You defended me against Boscha at the risk of your own safety. And now no one would dare call me Half a Witch.

And it’s not that you changed me, Luz. Fundamentally, I’m still the same person. It’s that you changed my perception of me. You helped me believe in myself, believe I was worth all this trouble, and it made all the difference. A lot more than I can hope to express. Vee told me your name means light in Spanish. And I think it’s accurate. You’re our shining star, Luz. Thank you for all that you’ve done for us.

A different handwriting. The same memory.

Merry birthday, Luz! Or is it “jolly birthday?” I dunno, between this and the class I have to teach, your human traditions are all kinda gettin’ jumbled up in my brain at this point. I’m getting a little sidetracked here.

The thing I love most about you is your silliness.

Your easy sense of humor and inability to not quote Vines and your insistence on dabbing ten times a day long after the custom went out of trend.

You’re silly but you’re also fierce!

You dab and quote Vines and also found an entirely new way to learn magic, took on Belos several times, merged with the Titan, and brought down the Coven System in less than a year!

You’re an icon, girl!

As someone who’s spent his whole life worried people look down on him for being younger, more naive, you remind me that it’s possible to be a powerful witch and embrace my silly at the same time.

Love you, Luz. Happy birthday!

Beautiful cursive, with intricate loops and the i’s dotted with little hearts in a way that made Luz’s heart swell with affection every time she saw them.

Luz,

before you walked into my life, it was a one-way path. I did as I was told, I looked down on the people I was supposed to. My future was with the Emperor’s Coven. I followed my parents orders to a t. That all changed when I met you.

You’ve never been deterred by any box they put you in, and you helped me break through mine. The first time we got along, you apologized for what happened at the Witch’s Duel and then showed me how you did your light glyph. It didn’t seem like it should be a big thing but it was. Because just like that, you had changed a fundamental law of the universe- humans couldn’t do magic. It was just how the world worked. And in two minutes, you completely shattered my worldview. And then you just kept doing it. You can only take one track at Hexside. The Emperor’s Coven is the best and only way to do things. There was no escaping my mother, and what she wanted my life to look like.

When I was with you, I was thinking things I had never thought before, and feeling things I never used to feel. And at first, I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing (good; it was a good thing). But you didn’t just help me change my perspective, you helped the entire Boiling Isles. And before I met you, I never dreamed of a future- one without the Coven system and that accepts people of all magical abilities- doing what I wanted, reconnecting with Willow, having a fairly close relationship with my dads and snagging an amazing girlfriend ;)

I love you, sweetheart. Happy eighteenth birthday, Luz.

Still cursive, but a more relaxed, leisurely, like the writer had stopped worrying so much about perfection over the years.

Luz,

I think a lot about what might have happened to me if you didn’t zap us into Belos’ mind. I would have still been taking orders from him, and then… who knows.

I know you tell me not to get too caught up on it. But it’s true. If you hadn’t stopped me, I would have continued helping Belos destroy the Boiling Isles without question. And then, maybe I’d end up one of those piles of bones he had in the back room of the castle. He’d get rid of me, no regrets, and after all that, I’d still think he cared. Somehow. In some way. I’d still think I meant something to him.

Thank you for taking the first step in pulling me out of that situation. Thank you for understanding and being compassionate when I was swimming in denial with all the signs right there in front of me. Thank you for welcoming me to the team with no qualms when we were rescuing Amity. Thank you for keeping my secret till I was ready to share it with everyone else. Thank you for reeling me into the family like it was no big deal. It was a big deal to me.

Thank you for all those Cosmic Frontier comics you keep bringing back from Mrs. Noceda’s basement, and for introducing me to Warrior Cats, and for helping me get ready for my first date with Willow, and for all those days you spent helping me replant Palistrom Trees all over the Boiling Isles even though you had a test to study for.

Thank you, Luz, for everything you’ve done. For all of us.

Happy eighteenth birthday!

Your friend, Hunter

A loopy, exaggerated font that Luz had grown to love.

Dear Luz,

as I’m writing this, Camila’s at the stove in front of me, cooking chicken, and the smell is wafting around the kitchen and the stars outside the window are twinkling like gems. I used to wonder what they looked like, back when I was still locked up by Belos. I was made there, the castle, and it was all I’d ever known. And then I found your portal.

When I first made it there, I was lost and dazed, with no idea where I was going or what was happening. But Masha found me, and they gave me a sly smile before excitedly pulling their tarot cards out and asking if I wanted to have my future read. And it was the first time someone was actually nice to me, but it wasn’t the last. Tommy from the same cabin as me taught me how to fish, and laughed when I accidentally smacked myself between the eyes with the pole. My friend Meena was really good at telling spooky stories, and she and Masha competed to see whose was scarier one night at the campfire (no one slept a wink that night).

And when I came home, Camila was waiting. She was surprised at how much “Luz” had changed. I wasn’t her daughter, but I tried my best to play the part. And it worked: right up until you came back.

We don’t need to go over the Conspiracy Guy incident, you were there, but the thing that stuck out to me was that Camila was still kind to me afterwards. She still patched me up and made me some hot soup after the whole thing. She still cared. I had lied to her and impersonated her daughter for months. She still cared.

And it wasn’t just her- you cared too.

You had brought her to save me, and when you guys were stuck on Earth, you were there to hold me through my nightmares, and tease me about Masha and help me figure out who I was as a person.

You and everyone else sure, but none of this would have been possible if you hadn’t gone through the portal, Luz. None of this would be possible if you hadn’t found me in the In Between Realm.

You’ve stepped out of your room now, but you’re still far enough that I have time to finish this up. You have that same annoyed look on your face you’ve had throughout exams week. The new neighbor’s dog is barking distantly over the fence, Camila’s drowning it out with 80’s Synth music.

And to summarize: this is a home, Luz. You gave me a home.

Thanks for everything, big sis.

-Vee

No writing. Just text from a typewriter.

My dearest Luz,

thank you for always being there for me, even when I can’t be there for myself! Thank you for all those moments spent patching me up, and including me in your games and scrubbing graffiti off my walls! I hope this birthday’s a good one.

Love, Hooty

A scrawl she recognizes from post-it notes stuck to the fridge and the signature on all those late slips she used to get.

Luz,

before you came into the world, your father and I were in a pretty bad place. And when you were born, we still were. But you were our beacon in the darkness, the thing that really helped us focus on getting out of there. If not for our sake, then for yours. That’s how you got your name.

And I’m blinded by your light, mija, we all are. I’m sorry if it didn’t always seem like I was on your side, but I am. I am and I always will be. Through everything.

You never stop caring about those around you, no matter what. You couldn’t find a place to fit in the Human Realm, so you found your own place. You couldn’t quite conform in the Boiling Isles either, so you made your own place, where everyone belongs. You even got your Mama to stop hiding her old Cosmic Frontier comics in the basement. You make us all feel unique, and special and loved, Luz. You always do what’s right. You burn so bright and I am so proud of the young woman you have become. Manny would be too-

The last few words are rendered indiscernible by Luz’s tears, smudging the ink against the paper, square crumpled up in her shaking hands as she sits on the grass in front of the house, soaking in the first rays of morning light. That’s where Amity finds her, curled up on herself sobbing, and scoops her into her arms, whispering soft affection into her ear with a kiss to the temple.

That’s where Willow finds them, laughing and pulling the two into a ginormous hug, lifting them both off the ground.

That’s where Hunter finds them, woken by Willow’s sudden movement from his side, smiling and joining the group hug.

That’s where Gus finds them, hollering and tackling them all into the dirt, laughing together at the mud staining everyone’s cheeks and the grass winding its way into their hair.

That’s where Eda comes up and musses her hair, and King wiggles his way into her arms, and Hooty wraps himself around her tight, and Vee leans her head against her shoulder, and her mother brings her close to her chest.

And in the midst of it all, Luz feels loved.

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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pregnant s/o hcs ; hunter

requested by ; anonymous (30/04/23)

fandom(s) ; the owl house

fandom masterlist(s) ; main | hunter-only

character(s) ; hunter wittebane

outline ; “hcs for hunter x pregnant! reader 👀 id place them at about 27 years both they have their lives planned and it just happened! + The gangs reactions”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

now neither of you had necessarily planned for this to happen — like, at all

yes you’d had the conversation about kids when you first started dating because you wanted to make sure you were on the same page

because being young didn’t mean that you weren’t dating to stay together

so you both knew that you wanted a kid, eventually, and you were both at a point in your lives where it was stable for the first time ever

you’d just moved in to your first family home, one on the titan’s stomach so you had a wonderful garden

hunter was making excellent money as a palisman carver and you’d even started growing your own palistrum saplings in a little nursery at home

magic was just starting to stabilise after the whole belos situation

and you’d settled well into your job as a teacher at eda’s wild magic university

it was the perfect time and it… well

it just happened

you’d started feeling a bit unwell and your cycle was late and you were starting to feel a little bit bloated and hunter was worrying himself sick

so you went off to a checkup at the new hospital, perfectly calm and sure nothing would happen

and then you got the news

you were like actually really pregnant

neither of you knew how to react, staying silent and frozen for a few beats, before you finally realised what had just happened

and you just started grinning and celebrating and hunter picked you up and spun you around in a circle as you giggled and repeated the news

you were going to be parents

you were going to have a baby

like for real

and you couldn’t wait

you’re given a few potions to take for your nausea and your doctor insists you stop by for regular appointments since your pregnancy is a very new phenomenon — hunter being a grimwalker, and all

and that was when the next chapter of your lives together officially began

you gathered everyone at your home under the guise of a housewarming party to deliver the news and everyone was thrilled for you

king made a joke about being your ‘practise baby’

luz and amity were crying and amity was just barely holding back her girlfriend from tackling you

willow was grinning broadly as she pulled you both into a hug and said she was so insanely happy for you

(as well as touching your stomach and very sternly telling your baby to behave and stop making you ill)

gus used his illusions to pull together a whole celebration out of thin air and said how excited he was to be an uncle

eda slapped hunter on the back and told him he’d done good

lilith was trying to hold back her tears as she gave you both a hug and congratulated you

camilla kissed you on the cheek and gave hunter a kiss and said something about how all of her babies growing up

(she said something similar at luz and amity’s wedding a few years ago)

and darius and eberwolf were just sticking with hunter and joking with him about finally tying you down — darius tried to hide how teary-eyed he was behind a remark about finally getting to be a grandparent

which made hunter cry

but yeah you all made a day of it and you couldn’t ask for a better support system of aunts and uncles and grandparents for you baby to have in their life

even if willow and eda were getting really into the idea of teaching them to play grudgby and flyer derby…

as your pregnancy progressed your sickness gradually went away and hunter started to make a point of sitting down and talking to your bump every night

like you’ll be laying in bed, comfy as can be, and he’ll sit down beside you and just place his hand over your bump as he talks in this loving voice to your baby

he talks about his day, how he grew up, and how he’s changed

he tells them to behave and stop giving you heartburn and kicking your bladder

he promises that he’ll never make them feel unloved or unwanted — that they’ll never doubt themselves for even a second of their life

and you cry and tell him he’s gonna be the best dad

and he says that he knows he will because he’s got you by his side

and you spend the rest of your pregnancy prepping the nursery and clothes and crying over how small baby shoes are and being more in love with your boyfriend than ever

you can’t wait to start a family with him — and by the size of your bump you won’t have to wait much longer

#sleepingdeath #pregnant reader #afab reader #fluff #fluff hcs #toh fluff #the owl house fluff #toh x reader #the owl house x reader #toh hunter x reader #hunter toh x reader #hunter wittebane x reader

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I'm back in your inbox with new ideas! Lol. The guys being left to care for your baby alone for the first time. I feel like this would kinda be both sweet and hilarious. For Malarkey, Chuck, Babe, Shifty, Winters, Luz, Liebgott, and whoever else you wanna add. ❤️

Super cute idea omg, I love this, thank you for your requests!!!

Easy Company x Reader Headcannons.

Don Malarkey:

- okay 1000% is super confident when you’re around, he LOVES fatherhood, he’s so emotionally intelligent and caring that he’s the perfect dad, I can’t stress that enough (for all the men).

- when you leave just for a couple hours the baby’s probs asleep and Malarkey’s calm and content, just chilling, reading the paper and what not.

- That’s until the baby starts crying, at first he just goes for it, but when he can’t seem to settle your son he’s deffo raking his brain for every single thing he can do.

- Speaks to himself ‘okay, okay. What do I do?’

- would accidentally put the baby’s vest on backwards, or accidentally put his foot through the head hole.

- He doesn’t exactly fret, but he’s a little flustered and clumsy, especially when the baby won’t stop crying for its bottle and Don spills it all over the floor.

- But he wants everything to be perfect for when you come back, so as soon as he hears that door go he’s resting as carefully as he can back on the sofa with your baby boy wriggling resting on his chest.

Chuck Grant:

- I think after his accident Chuck is a lot more nervous and anxious about fatherhood. He never really worried about it before, he didn’t think about it a whole lot.

- Truthfully he’s scared to be left alone with the baby. He’s confident in his abilities to do day-to-day life tasks now, but due to the slight paralysis in part of his left arm he’s nervous.

- Regardless if he had the accident or not, he’d still be scared.

- Asks you sooo many questions, asks his friends, families, mom, he’s such a caring and good dad really, you’d assure him he has nothing to worry about.

- Deffo stands over your daughter’s crib to make sure she’s breathing. Like he’s checking on her every five minutes.

- Kinda scared of how tiny she is, like he’s scared to pick her up, faces so many irrational fears, but when she starts crying he kinda has no choice.

- He’s sooo reassuring, speaking to her and stroking his hand over her blonde hair.

- Scoops her up SO GENTLY- sosifiwidikwksosksos too cute omfg I can’t.

- but he’s extra fucking careful like with everything, he cradles her head and rocks her carefully.

- figures its not as scary as he thought. So when you’re back from the shop and see this you’re overwhelmed with happiness.

- “hey, this isn’t as scary as I thought!!”

- he’s a mf angel fr (even if he does almost throw up trying to change her dirty diaper).

Babe Heffron:

- On the topic of dirty diapers. You’ve gone out for the evening with a few of your girlfriends, extremely hesitant, but Babe is confident and assures you that you need to take a night off and he can handle your 3 month old daughter.

- He truly means it, he wants you to have a break- but it feels like the second you step foot outta the door all hell breaks loose.

- Your baby girl’s diaper practically explodes and Babe is positive he can handle it but the second he has to deal with it he’s GAGGING NOOO-

- Probably wraps a shirt around his face and he’s retching the whole time. Panics and gets the diaper on backwards- Bill is the only person that picks up the phone.

- He’s rocking and burping, feeding and soothing your baby but she won’t stop crying as Babe frantically questions Bill.

- “ya should know, you’ve got a whole army of em.”

- Turns out she just wants rocking and a little cuddle and as soon as she settles down Babe feels super proud. Like he smiles to himself so much, kisses her head and keeps her sleeping on his chest.

- Probably doesn’t move for a good 2 hours. If the baby is asleep he doesn’t want to wake her and cause WW3 so he just stays in that position lolllll.

Shifty Powers:

- He has such a calming presence that your daughter just soothes in his arm immediately. She’s got her dad wrapped around her finger and Shifty will find himself running all around the house

- Deffo cool asf with being left alone with your baby for the first time. He’s a little worried because you two are such a good team.

- I can imagine him sitting on the porch with your baby, holding her close as he points out the different wildlife he see’s running past.

- Probably the type of dad that wants to play with the baby fresh outta the womb, and you kinda have to say; “Shifty, give her two months to develop first.” Lmao

- “Look who’s back? That’s ya mommy, hm? Let’s go see her.” Ugh he’s so sweet and takes care of her so well, like I said he’s so mf calm, cool and collected. Literally like a baby whisperer.

Dick Winters:

- Similar to Shifty, he’s so mf calm and collected when he’s left alone- except before you leave he’s asking you plenty of questions.

- you kinda have to reassure like ‘Dick, I promise you’ll be fine, he’s not gonna run off anyway and you’re not going to drop him.’

- You’re right, and similar to Chuck he’s checking up on your baby every few minutes, smiling every time your son moves or makes the slightest noise.

- Sooo gentle and so good at keeping to a routine, literally so methodical, checks if he’s hungry, tired, cold, warm, just needs a cuddle?

- He’s even a little smug when you got back. Luckily for you both your baby is already calm, but I can imagine Dick carrying him and just watching down to his peaceful little face feeling so accomplished at life.

George Luz:

- Same as Shifty but worse, he but wants to play with your kid but he’s literally like 4 weeks old lmao.

- “Don’t worry, babe, I got it all covered, we’re gonna have the best time. Aren’t we?” He reassures before you leave as he speaks to his son (who obviously doesn’t reply).

- Thinks he’s got it all under control but he’s deffo exhausted by the end of it. At first the baby is asleep n he’s speaking to him before he turns over; “you don’t talk much, do you?”

- makes the worse mistake EVER and wakes up a sleeping baby; “c’mon little guy, let’s listen to the baseball.”

- Crying, crying and more crying. George does everything, he literally apologises to your baby for getting him up.

- “Tough life, little guy.” He teases but it doesn’t exactly work.

- George probably gets a little upset when you walk back in and the baby is still wailing. He feels the need to apologise and explain.

- “George it’s fine, he’s a baby he’s gonna cry.”

- Fr tho he’s such a good dad, so present and active in his child’s life.

Joe Liebgott:

- “Hey, I’m actually really fuckin’ good at this.” Accidentally curses in front of your newborn and slaps his hand over his mouth.

- Thinks he’s the pro at changing diapers and fixing bottles, he wants to do it as much as he can seeing as he has to go work through the week in the day.

- “You want me to read this or some real stories, huh?” Would read a comic book to your son, and it actually works when he goes to sleep.

- Tries to sleep when the baby does, he’s eager to show you that the two of you should start trying for more little Liebgott’s asap!!

- You’re out for the whole night, staying over at a relatives and Joe practically SPRINGS out of bed every time the baby cries.

- Maybe he’s a light sleeper from the war, but it’s just an automatic reaction, hurries over in a slight panic to make sure everything is ok.

- admits later he feels like a zombie by the morning, it creates an even stronger gratitude for you as a mother and he’s honestly so happy your back.

- Never complains about being tired again. He loves spending time with his son as much as possible, even if it is hard work at first, he’s soo fucking good at it that he does convince you to have 400 more children.

#band of brothers head cannons #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers heacanons #joe liebgott x reader #band of brothers imagines #george luz x reader #shifty powers x reader #dick winters x reader #chuck grant x reader #babe heffron x reader #don malarkey x reader

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passionfruitbowls · 2 years

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“you’re family now” LUZ YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY TOO

#the owl house #toh spoilers #thanks to them #the owl house season 3 #pfb talks

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sleeplessdreamer14 · 8 months

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say it with me now

Luz and Willow are the same age

Willow is canonically pan

Luz is bi

Hunter is also bi

Luz had a very similar dynamic with Hunter as she did with Amity (both disliking/hating her at first but then growing to like/love her)

“You’re family now.” could be interpreted in different ways

multishipping is a thing

being a goldenlight enjoyer doesn’t automatically make someone a lum!ty/huntl•w hater or a pr0shipper

Luz is the Evelyn to Hunter’s Caleb

#hate comments will be deleted and users will be blocked #ship responsibly #the owl house #toh #hunter deamonne #luz noceda #huntceda #goldenluz #goldenlight #lunter #toh hunter #proship dni #pr0ship dni #proshippers dni #luz x hunter #hunter x luz

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jessequinones · 1 month

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Writing Advice: I'm so lonely

There’s a book I’m currently reading where the main character is an outsider in a village. For context, I’m talking about a dragon book where the main character is a different colour than everyone around him and also has powers unlike any other dragon. Because of this everyone (except his friends) thinks he’s weird and strange, and he believes he’ll get kicked out of the village if they know what he truly is. (Bonus points if you’d guess which book I’m talking about). Now, I’m not trying to put this one book on blast, however, this is a prevalent trope which I would like to discuss with you.

This trope is a good example of a trope which can talk about racism in society as many people, (myself included) are the outsider in their communities. I’m an American living in Australia, not uncommon, but there aren't many Americans in the area where I live. I’m also Taíno and I know I’m the only one in my area. So I get a lot of confused people, asking me where I’m from, and where I’m “really” from. I can’t control the colour of my skin. I look Puerto Rican because I want to represent my culture and doing so makes me stand out, not because I want to but because I’m literally the only Puerto Rican in my area. So when it comes to characters who deal with the “I’m so lonely” trope, I can relate because just like them, I’m also lonely. (Excluding family and friends).

The funny thing about this trope is that often times when it’s created, it’s not really used as a way to talk about racism or being a part of a minority, instead, it’s used as a quick way to feel sorrow for said character. You’ve seen this trope a million times, the outsider gets called out for being an outsider, the outsider runs away, and while gone the outsider discovers friendship, and saves the day. (Luz, from the Owl House). Then the community who banished the outsider now accepts them...but they never really learned the error of their way. Yes, they said sorry, but what if another outsider comes around? Often times the outsider forgives said community but why? They shunned the outsiders, why doesn't the outsiders stand up for themselves?

When this trope is written, you can probably take a guess at how it’ll be used depending on who's writing it. If a person of colour is the writer, chances are it’ll talk about racism. If a person who is a part of a minority creates this trope then said trope will be used as an allegory for whatever the author is a part of.

If the person is a cis white author (most likely a male) then the lonely trope is mainly used for sympathy points. More often than not, the outsider is a character who has a personality that’s not commonly seen in their community such as being an introvert around extroverts. Being a reader instead of a sports player, wanting to go on adventures while everyone else says no. You get the point. While rare, the outsider can also be an extrovert and keep messing up their community. (Luz from the Owl House)

None of these are bad examples of the “I’m so lonely” trope. Everyone has experienced feeling alone at some point. It’s a common experience so it’s a common trope.

What I want to talk about is when the trope is used, by the wrong writer. Such as going back to the book I’m currently reading, a dragon who's a different colour than the rest of his community but the author isn’t using this as a racism metaphor.

I’m white-passing, my skin is just dark enough that people will stare at me as they try and figure out where I’m from. This is sadly a common occurrence. So if you’re writing a story where a character is struggling with the same struggles I deal with, the point gets lost and I’ll have a few words.

I understand, for most writers they have no idea this is what they’ve done, however, please get some people who are either of colour or of a minority to read through your story and I guarantee, that if they experienced what I’ve gone through, they might be able to inform you of what you wrote. I don’t want you to think you’ll have to change your story, however, be mindful of how it’s coming across if it gets brought up. (I’d say if it gets brought up because this isn’t a common trope many will recognise).

If this is something which gets brought up in your story, how do you deal with it?

One thing I would like to see more of is holding the community accountable. (I’m gonna be talking about this dragon because it’s a good example). If they shun this dragon because he’s a different colour, but later accept him. Hold them accountable. Punish the community. Have them see the error of their ways. It would also help to then bring more characters (in this case dragons), of the same colour into the community afterwards.

I would also like to see the outsider finding others who came from the same community and were banished for the same reason. Have them be told this is an ongoing problem, something that needs to change.

I also want to see more frustrated outsiders. Yes, they can be scared of their community, and yes they might not fight back, but for the inner dialogue. Have them lash out. Let it be known they can’t change who they are, and are frustrated the community won’t accept them.

I also want to see if the outsider has a small group of friends in the community before they get banished, to vent their frustration at their friends. Have their friends comment on what they see, and have their friends stand up for them instead of ignoring what’s going on. Just something to say “This is a problem and we want it fixed.”

Otherwise, if the outsider, (like a dragon) who's a different colour from the rest, never brings up the struggles of what it’s like being the only one, and their friends don’t help in the situation, then you miss the point of the lonely trope you wrote.

Now I know if you’d figured out which story I’m referring to then you might say the character I keep bringing up does mention his struggles and does vent about the situation...but not in a way which is helpful for this trope.

The main dragon which I’m using as a piñata is hiding from his community because he’s afraid of what they might discover. He’s an outsider yes, but an outsider who's trying to blend in with the rest of the community. Many people who connect with outsiders, connect with them because they can’t hide. They tried to fit in and couldn’t. There’s a difference between an introvert trying to blend in with a bunch of extroverts, compared to being the only Taíno at school.

The writer pointed out the colour of this dragon being different compared to the rest of the community, but the main character is more worried about the others finding out what he is, and it feels like the colour of his scales is a gateway to discovering who he is. So for all intents and purposes, it’s as if this dragon is an introvert trying to blend in with a bunch of extroverts. Still, his scales just so happened to look different compared to everyone else’s which means this one dragon is now a part of two different lonely tropes which makes everything confusing. Ultimately the writer ends up ignoring the racism part. The point of the dragon in the book I’m reading isn’t that he’s an outsider because he can’t change who he is, it’s the fact he’s an outsider because he’s hiding from what he is.

When creating the lonely trope (if the subject isn’t because of racism or being discriminated against), it’s a good idea to figure out why they’re lonely. Do they have a dark past? Do they act differently? It’s also a good idea to figure out why they’re an outsider. Are they actively trying to avoid others, or do others hate them?

If you add in an element, such as they look different on top of everything else, then the simple lonely trope doesn’t become simple because, in the real world, many people are outsiders because they “look different”. You can’t just add that as an icing. If you’re gonna be adding it, it needs to be a part of the main ingredients.

The lonely trope is a good one, and one many can relate to, but if done wrong, it can also anger people. When creating the lonely trope, just remember to take a step back, figure out why they're lonely and go from there. If looking different has to be included and can't be taken out, then grab sensitivity readers. My normal advice is beta readers but for this trope, I believe hiring sensitivity readers might be a better choice as they can go over what works and what doesn't in better detail.

#writing #writeblr #book #books #dragon #writers on tumblr #book writing #creative writing #writer #on writing #writer stuff #writing advice #i'm so lonely #writers of tumblr #writerscommunity #writers #author

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footprintsinthesxnd · 4 months

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In Your Arms

So this fic has been a long time coming as @sweetxvanixlla will tell you. I promised her this fic ages ago, I’m sorry it took so long Vee. Pairings: George Luz x f!reader

The hall was packed, a sea of bodies with women in different coloured dresses, their hair pinned neatly into curls and the men, mainly in uniforms, dancing around them. There were more than just the 506 there, boys from the 82nd were there too, along with a few RAF pilots, Rangers and an Armoured Division.

“I guess dances in Swindon are pretty popular,” George remarked, his hand resting firmly on her hip as he guided Y/n through the crowds of people to where a group of their friends stood by the bar.

“LUZ! Y/L/N!” Skip called out, waving them over to him. He was standing with Malarkey, Hoobler and Penkala, all of whom were nursing their warm pints of beer.

“We were starting to think you two weren’t coming,” Malarkey spoke, taking a long swig of his beer, a small smirk dancing across his lips as he watched Y/n cheeks beat up.

“Sorry, George was waiting for me to get ready. It’s been so long since I’ve had to do anything with my hair…” Y/n began but George just placed his arm reassuringly around her shoulders.

“It’s the price of beauty, boys, and isn’t she a stunner?”

Y/n blushed further, her cheeks a dark crimson and she suddenly felt very hot.

“Hey, come on, you’re embarrassing her,” Skip protested, shoving George playfully out of the way and embracing her. “Well I for one think you look stunning,” Skip smiled and Y/n couldn’t help returning it. Skip Muck’s smile was infectious and anyone who couldn’t smile with him had clearly never experienced real joy.

“Thank you, Skip. At least I can trust one gentleman to appreciate the time I put in.”

“Hey, I never said I didn’t appreciate it,” George protested, “I appreciate it very much.”

Y/n could feel George’s hand slipping a little lower on her back and she sent him a warning glare but he just grinned back at her innocently.

“Well, we're at a dance aren't we so why are none of you dancing.”

“Oh we’re just umm…”

“Well you know…”

“It's just that…”

Y/n cut off the others' excuses by grabbing George’s hand and dragging him in the direction of the dance floor, ignoring the ‘whoops’ and congratulations from his fellow paratroopers.

The dance floor was packed and it was a tight squeeze to get any room without having elbows thrust at them but Y/n and George found some room and then found themselves pressed rather close together.

“It's nice and cozy here, isn't it?” George mused, his thumb rubbing affectionate circles against the lacy back of her dress.

“Yes, it is rather close and personal,” Y/n agreed, spinning slowly in George’s arms before they returned to hold.

“So what’s life like back home? What’s your family like?” This was a question that few people asked Y/n. Being the only female member of Easy Company was both a trial and a pleasure and often enough they were too busy asking her if she had a boyfriend to care about the rest of her family.

“Home is simple really. I live with my parents and my two sisters. We also have a dog…”

“Really! I love dogs,” George interrupted, a childlike glee on his face at the mention of your pet dog.

“Yeah, she’s a good girl. I’ve always had dogs growing up. I miss not having one now,” Y/n smiled sadly at the thought of not having a little ball of fur at the end of her bed, or having to hunt for her shoes that mysteriously disappeared, or to have a furry shoulder to bury her head into after a long day.

George could sense something was wrong and stopped swaying before his face lit up.

“How about we get out of here? There’s something I want to show you.”

“But George we only just got here. At least let’s have a few dances first,” Y/n protested, watching sadly as George’s face fell. “Let me have three dances and then we can go.” She promised, pleased when George nodded enthusiastically.

The next dance Skip came swooping in, enveloping her in his arms and grinning wildly the whole time. It was beautiful and Y/n face ached by the end of the dance from where her face had been stuck in a permanent smile.

The next dance Y/n managed to wrangle Webster onto the dance floor, despite his protests and it turned out that Webster was a very good dancer. Y/n could feel herself becoming a little lightheaded under his intense gaze and just as she felt as though she would melt in his arms, George’s hand was pulling her away.

“Sorry Web, I’m going to steal my girl back now,” George glared at Webster and Webster glared back but a small smirk appeared on his face when Y/n retorted, “I’m not his girl.”

“Come on Y/n, I have a surprise for you and you promised only three dances.”

They waved goodbye to Webster and George dragged a very confused Y/n out into the night.

“Christ, I thought you were trying to get into Webster pants,” George coughed as a hand came into contact with the back of his head.

“So what if I was,” Y/n retorted, striding ahead of George as if she was annoyed by his comment, she wasn’t but George didn’t need to know that.

The footsteps quickened behind and soon George was by her side, falling into step again.

“Well, I just assumed you had better taste but I know a girls got needs. But Webster really?”

“Webster is a perfectly fine young man. He’s handsome and kind and intelligent and he’s an excellent dancer.”

“Bla bla bla. God I’m going to be sick if I have to hear any more of this mush,” George joked and noticing the sideways glare Y/n was sending him he relented. “Okay back to my exciting surprise.” George thrust his arm through Y/n crossed ones, forcing her to hold his hand which she relented to willingly, enjoying the comforting touch of her friend as they hurried through the night.

The bus ride back to Aldbourne was quiet, George spoke occasionally but the other people who frequented the bus gave them sour looks that eve made George fall silent.

Once they arrived in Aldbourne, George’s hand found his way to Y/n and he dragged her hurriedly towards the house he was billeted at.

“The family are away for the weekend so we have the house to ourselves,” George wiggled his eyebrows suggestive and Y/n snorted.

“In your dreams, Luz.”

“You bet it is,” he laughed, throwing the door open and stepping inside, showing Y/n through to the quaint living room. That was when Y/n felt something brush against her leg and she all but flew into George’s arms. As the light flickered on, Y/n found herself relax as the big brown eyes of a little black spaniel stared back at her.

“Oh George, she’s adorable.” Y/n knelt down to pet the little dog, who soon hurried over to her, tail wagging frantically.

“This is Dolly. The family asked me to look after her while their away. I figured she’d be a good substitute.” George crouched down giving the dog a quick scratch behind her ear. “She is a doozy.”

“She is beautiful, George. Thank you for sharing her with me.” Y/n threw her arms around George’s neck, sending him to the floor with Y/n lead in top of him. Now that she was lead on top of him, Y/n couldn’t help but notice the flecks of green dotted between the brown in his eyes, or the way his lips turned up at the corners as he smirked or the way her skin burned under his touch as his hands rested on the small of her back.

“George…” A long pink tongue whipped across her face and Y/n squealed as Dolly continued her onslaught of washing the pair, her tail whipping back and forth with excitement.

“First Webster and now Dolly. I think the universe is trying to tell me something,” George muttered, pushing Y/n off his lap so he could sit up, his head resting tiredly against the armchair.

Y/n shuffled towards him, plinking herself down into his lap and watching as the pink flushed across his cheeks. “Y/n? W-what are you doing?”

“Not letting anything stop me.” Y/n pressed her lips firmly against George’s, relishing in the taste of Lucky Strikes and the beer he’d been drinking earlier, mixed with the fragrance of the expensive aftershave that he’d purchased on Easy Company’s trip to London.

The kiss was over too soon and as Y/n pulled away George stared up at her wordlessly. After a few moments, he plucked up the courage to speak, “I’ve waited a long time to do that,” he admitted, winding his fingers into a few strands of her hair absentmindedly.

“Well don’t wait so long next time,” Y/n laughed and George could help the growing smile on his face.

“Oh don’t worry. I don’t plan on it.”

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#George Luz #band of brothers #george luz x reader #band of brothers fic

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sokkadora · 2 years

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hold out — hunter x clawthorne!reader

continuation of sorts to comfort crowd

summary: after successfully escaping the emperor’s mind, hunter runs off after your mother’s attempt to comfort him, and you go after him

a/n: my hunter fics 🤨🤨🤨🤨 are flopping 👎🏼👎🏼👎🏼 i don’t appreciate it (ALSO GIGGLES MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN UNTIL THE END OF THIS MONTH!!! FEEL FREE TO REQUEST)

wc: 1.1k

warning(s): panic attack included, general angst, talks of being killed

Pushing Luz further behind you, you snarled at the inner Belos. “You're evil.” You barked at him, but he simply shrugged.

“Can't reason with crazy.”

He throws his arm, which has morphed into a pickaxe, towards you and Luz. You wrap her in your arms and cover her as she screams in fright when suddenly, a barricade of vines and an ice pillar shield her and block Inner Belos's attack. When you look behind you, you’re shocked to find the barricade, and the arm-pickaxe has barely passed above her head.

“(Y/n)! Luz!”

You and Luz look up at Hunter, who summoned the vines and ice pillars and is grabbing onto a thorn.

Hunter turns around with one hand grabbing onto the thorn along with Eda's letterman jacket, and the other one holding onto some glyphs, with a few of them falling to the ground.

From a distance, you can hear your mother from the walkie-talkie.

“Five...”

Luz grabs a fire glyph from the floor, and Hunter leaps down as you, Luz, and Hunter run towards the walkie-talkie.

“Four…”

Luz summons a whirlwind of fire from the fire glyph to create a hole in the barricade that she and Hunter pass through. You grip Hunter’s hand as Luz grabs your hand, dragging you along.

“Three...”

The whirlwind of fire damages and destroys Inner Belos's arm-pickaxe as he retracts his arm in pain. The three of you leap through the hole and run past him.

“Two…”

Hunter and Inner Belos stare at each other for the last time as Hunter is pulled away by you and Luz.

“One!”

You let go of Hunter and dive to the walkie-talkie, and Luz and Hunter kneel beside you.

“MOM, NOW, PLEASE, NOW!”

A burst of light envelopes the three of you, and suddenly you’re back inside the Owl House. Luz and Hunter land on top of you as you emerge in a puff of smoke. King, Eda, Flapjack, and Hooty looking down at you as King and Hooty attempt to approach you three.

Eda blocks King and Hooty. “Don't crowd them!” She turns back to Luz, you, and Hunter, “Are you three okay?”

Luz sits up and gives the gang a blank stare, while you push yourself up off your stomach and immediately look to Hunter as your palisman flies to you in a rush, chirping worriedly at you. As Hunter sits up, Flapjack flies to him, pecks his head, and chirps happily.

Hunter’s wince drops, and he gasps, eyes blown wide. “He knows. He... he knows we're in there. I can't... I can't go back!” Hunter starts panicking and breathing heavily.

“Kid, breathe.” Eda is alarmed and places a hand on your shoulder to stop you when to try to get closer.

You want to help, you know you’re the only person who really can. You didn’t care if your family found out the two of you were dating this way, you needed to be there for Hunter.

Eda offers her hand to Hunter, but he fearfully backs away. He then looks down at his cloak and immediately takes it off, throwing it to the ground. He runs to the door and bursts through it, running away tearfully. You and Luz attempt to chase after him and she stops, but you keep going.

“Hunter!”

He easily outruns you, unfortunately, rushing off into the brunt of the forest, disappearing from your sight quickly.

You spend hours looking for him, and before you know it, the sun is rising again. Disheartened, and nearly give up.

“Hunter, please come out!” You call out, wiping your eyes and pushing your hair back. Inhaling deeply, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to hold back your tears.

Suddenly, Flapjack comes flying out of a bush and you rush to him.

“Flapjack! Are you okay?” You question as the red cardinal hovers in front of your face. He chirps at you and your palisman. “Where’s Hunter?”

Flapjack flies down and tugs at the sleeve of your mother’s grudgby jacket, pulling you along to the location of his companion.

When you arrive, you see the top of Hunter’s head moving back and forth behind a large stone. When you move around in a panic, you find him rocking himself back and forth, mumbling under his breath as he breathes heavily.

“Hunter.” You breathe out in relief, falling to your knees and gently placing your hands on his wrists. He glances up at you and tugs his wrists away, gripping at his hair and shaking his head. “Hunter, it’s me. It’s okay, you’re safe.”

You gently tug his hands away from his hair, and it seems to ground him long enough to recognize you. He leaps into your arms in a fit of sobs, gripping onto your clothes tightly and crying into your chest.

You hold the back of his head with one hand, the other arm wrapping around his shoulder as you hold him close to you. You wish that you could absorb Hunter’s pain more than anything, to shield him from it, but you aren’t holding Hunter back at this moment, he needs to feel this.

“He’s g-gonna—“

You hush him gently, moving the hand on his head further up and brushing some of his hair back.

“You’re safe, Hunter.” You reassure, squeezing your eyes shut and resting your cheek against his head. “I’ve got you, okay? I’m never going to let anything or anyone hurt you ever again.”

His sobs die out into soft and near-silent wheezes after a few more minutes, and you gently push his head up and wipes his tears away.

“What’s your game plan?” You ask in a whisper, your palisman coming and landing on your shoulder as you and Hunter part from the hug, hands connected.

“I can’t go back…” Hunter stammers, shaking his head. You tilt your head at him and think, brows furrowed in thought.

“There’s always a place for you at the Owl House. Always, Hunter.” You promise, squeezing his hands tightly. “But if you don’t stay with my family, we can help you sort something out as soon as possible.”

Hunter nods, and you stand, helping him up on his wobbly legs and letting him lean on you.

“I’ll take you back to my house, alright? Just so you have somewhere safe to make your choice.” You nod, and he agrees, leaning down and placing a firm kiss on your temple.

He musters up a smile. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

You pat his stomach, your palismen fluttering around the two of you. Grabbing his face gently, you pull him down into a quick kiss. Pulling away, you smile bittersweetly at him.

“Always, bug.”

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Love how Hunter keeps insisting he sees Belos and not once does Luz or anyone else brush him off or dismiss his rightful paranoia about his abuser and guardian figure.

A pet peeve of mine is the “Boy Who Cried Wolf” trope where Character A goes “wait it really was there!” only for Character B to be either disappointed and or mad at Character A for wasting their time and go “it’s all in your head/you’re imagining it!”

But Luz doesn’t do that, there’s no casual gaslighting or ableism, Luz doesn’t once doubt that Hunter knows what he saw. She asks if he’s okay, if he needs a break. She notices how Hunter has been trying to reach out to her and she’s just trying to the same.

Luz listens to Hunter and how scared he is. She asks if Hunter needs to wait for the others before they investigate the cabin, Luz communicates this important boundary to Hunter and he says “no!” He wants to get it over with as soon as possible just rip the proverbial bandaid off.

Luz still listens to Hunter and how he lacks confidence in the situation and she devises a brief coping mechanism to help Hunter feel confident. They storm into the cabin wearing Halloween masks and wielding farm tools and it isn’t scary, they’re kids.

They’re just trying to be kids.

Even after they don’t find Belos hiding out in the cabin and it’s just a Possum Luz doesn’t dismiss Hunter’s concerns.

Hunter: No one’s here, it was all just in my head.

Luz: Well, can’t blame you for being paranoid after everything we’ve been through.

Hunter: Yeah. You know, I just wanna make sure everyone is safe.

Luz: Same. And that includes you Hunter.

Hunter: What?

Luz: Yeah, gonna make sure you’re safe too Hunter, you’re family now.

Notice how Hunter doesn’t think he’s included in the “everyone” part of his statement but Luz includes him in her language. “Everything we’ve been through” not “everything you’ve been through.”

Hunter thinks so lowly of himself at this moment he doesn’t believe he’s deserving of a family at all the moment Hunter realizes and goes “oh” I’m considered family… I have a place here with these people the weight must be unbearable because he just cries and it isn’t angry or anxious it’s just crying.

Hunter is crying without having a mental breakdown or having an anxiety attack or being on the verge of dying for the first time in his life. He doesn’t say “don’t look at me” or deny he’s crying. He says “this mask is gross now” and they laugh. they share this moment of emotional vulnerability stronger now.

Hunter says: “Let’s go back, everything is fine. Belos is gone.” (gone, not dead.) with a finality that says he’s accepted himself and who he is without Belos and The Emperor’s Coven. He’s fine with who is now.

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