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From the moment you stepped into her bay she had locked onto you. 

Finding your demeanour charming. Your smile flattering, and oh! Simply so clever to be a doctor.

You were an absolute catch in her eyes. And she made it very well clear that you simply had to meet her son, or nephew, or whoever else she insisted upon. 

It was sweet. 

Well it would’ve been more sweet. If you weren’t beginning to feel tired from the shift. 

If you didn’t have another 10 patients still waiting to be seen. 

And.

Well. 

If you didn’t already have a loving partner. 

That was the one hurdle you had yet to mention. 

Not being able to get a word in inch wise while Paula rambled on and on, about the very perfect man you just had to meet. 

You smiled at her amusedly if not tiredly. 

Just waiting for a moment’s pause. 

A moment for you to interject. 

But it seems there’s nothing wrong with her lungs as she keeps on talking, barely even needing to take a breath as she lists all the fabulous qualities. Simply so excited by the prospect. 

Passing interns, med students and nurses alike all send you pitying glances as they hurry away, not wanting to be caught in between. 

She continued to ramble, “Oh you’d simply love him! You’d just have to meet him. Oh I’ll give him a call and have him come over! Never too soon to meet the love of your life–”

Gently, ever so gently, you interjected, “While I am flattered, truly. I am in a very happy relationship.”

“But–”

“I’m not really looking to trade out my current partner. Who’s super considerate. Really, honestly I don’t think I’ve met a nicer person out there. And my god, the way he makes me laugh, oh. I just really love him. Thank you–but no thank you. I’m very happy at the moment.”

“Sounds like you really love him,” Paula sighs wistfully. 

“Yeah, I really do,” you smile softly. “He’s one of the best things to happen to me”

Unbeknownst to you. 

Your partner. 

The very love of your life. 

Had stopped short just outside the bay, hidden behind the curtain. Frozen in place as he heard your words. 

Jack knew you loved him.  

There wasn’t ever a moment where you didn’t make it known to him. 

But hearing you now. 

Dote on him to a complete stranger. 

A tender warmth bloomed in his chest. A smile formed on his face. As he carried on his rounds. Tucking away your words in his heart. 

A small pep in his step as he feels invigorated from your love. 

Ellis stands to the side with Shen, raised brows and smug grins as they look at him.

"Someone's looking like a lovesick puppy"

Shen hums in agreement.

While Abbot merely shrugs them off, "And?"

"Nothing, just that love looks good on you," Ellis grins.

Abbot's lips curl, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He didn't mind if he seemed overly loving. Not when it came to you.

Throughout the evening you’re given little tokens of his love throughout. 

From a steaming cup of coffee, that was definitely not from here as it was a lot better than what was currently being served in the staff room. Brewed exactly how you like it. 

To the little packet of biscuits he slipped into your hand when he noticed you were getting a little sluggish. 

Jack was by your side in seconds whenever you needed him. That was just the way he was. 

His hands finding any reason possible to brush against you, to clasp your hand for just a moment. To swipe across your back, to let you know he was there for you. 

Showing you his love in the smallest of behaviors. 

None of this was out of the ordinary. No more doting than usual…

But there was a deepness to his sincerity. A little more care. Thought. Than usual. 

And just perhaps. 

At the end of your shift. As you leave side by side, Jack pulls you into his arms, far closer than usual. You find out just why he had been so affectionate this shift…

Holding you tightly. Tucking his head into the crook of your neck as he soaks in your embrace. 

You feel his chest expand, rise and fall, simply letting his stress melt away as he holds you. 

“You’re really touchy this morning? Anything you wanna talk about?” you asked softly, hands trailing up to curl through the hairs on the nape of his neck. 

The smallest shake of his head, he begins to pepper light kisses upon the skin of your neck, mumbling between the soft, sweet kisses, “I just love you.” 

You sigh as you feel his lips trail up along your jaw, to the corner of your lips, before shifting to nudge your nose with his. 

Eyes meet yours. 

Affection and love pooled within those hazel eyes. 

Bright and as endless as the sky. 

Softly you whisper, just as sweetly, “I love you too”

You surge forward, catching his lips with yours. Having missed the feeling. Missed his touch. 

Heart swelling with love for him. 

What had once started as a friendship. 

Quippy words and dry retorts, punctuated with laughter even when the jokes were dark or dry. 

It had soon developed into something so sweet. 

Rare. 

Something you both now cherished deeply. 

Pulling back slightly you lean your forehead against his, while he presses chaste kisses to your cheeks. 

“Not that I don’t love this, but why are you so affectionate this morning?”

“I told you, I just love you”

You sigh, with a small roll of your eyes. 

Jokingly you say, “What have you done?” Knowing full well he would never do anything to hurt you. 

He chuckles softly. 

“More like what have you done?”

You furrow your brows in thought. 

Thinking over the night’s events. 

It had gone on as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary…except–

Pulling back you lightly slap his shoulder, with a faint annoyed expression. “You totally overheard me last night”

The laughs that slip from his mouth, as smooth as honey, balanced with a timbre. One that rumbles in his chest. 

Your cheeks feel a heat bloom, face feeling warm from his attention. 

“You weren’t exactly quiet,” he remarked. 

Groaning, “And you didn’t think to intervene and save me from her matchmaking?”

“Seemed you had it handled,” the grin on his face wide and amused from your reaction. Adding on, “Your boyfriend sounds nice”

“You’re a jackass”

“But I’m your Jack ass,” he retorted, arms slipping around your waist once more to pull you to his chest, pressing a kiss to your cheek, between each sentence. 

“You’re very sweet.” 

Kiss. 

“Considerate.” 

Kiss. 

“And funny boyfriend.” 

You let out a small laugh, flushed by his affections, hands moving to hold his face, thumbs gently swiping across his cheeks. 

“Did I mention handsome,” he added cheekily.

“I don’t think I mentioned that,” you said in thought. 

“Can’t say you didn’t think it though”

Smiling coyly, “I suppose he is kind of handsome, in that ruggish sort of effortless way”

“I’ll take what I can get, sweetheart.”

“Who knew me talking about you to others would make you so loving” 

“Your words just have that affect on me” he murmurs. 

“I’ll keep that in mind”

And softer, with a gravel tone he say, “Please do”

Hands slipping around his neck, you rest your head upon his chest. Calming. Soothing. 

Mind focusing on nothing else but the steady rhythm of his heart. 

Beating just for you. 

Just as your heart beats for him. 

…

Even if he was nosy at times. 

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little fic for domaystic. Just love the idea of Jack absolutely doting on you when he hears how much you love him, what a confidence boost! Let me know what you think. Comments, Reblogs and Likes are welcomed and appreciated 💕

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Through the eye holes of his mask, she burned so strong and fierce, even in her depleted humiliation. Her mis-placed bravery poured up through her defiant words.

He would see her humbled, revealed for the weak woman he had found her to be. Without her bending, she would be nothing.

Deliberately, Amon walked behind Beifong. He was glad of the gloves that kept him from feeling the soft skin of her neck or the depth of the wrinkles on her forhead.

He reached inside her form, stifled her chi, and watched her gape up at the sky.

Rather than let her collapse, he steadied her on her knees as his faithful brought forward the rest of his… incentives.

She gasped, and tried to stand up. But he kept his hand on her shoulder, and extended his powers to keep her in place.

The woman was gagged, but she was able to keep the baby silent.

The youngest one, he didn’t bother with threats. The child was clearly terrified.

Once purified, he seemed to faint.

Beifong shouted some meaningless word.

The next one up in size seemed to have inherited Beifong’s glare, even if they weren’t actually related. While he was a bit unclear on the details, it no longer mattered.

He looked back at Beifong.

So much water was running down her face, he couldn’t tell if she was crying.

“Tell me.”

“Amon, don’t do this!”

The second child collapsed over her brother’s still body.

“Amon!”

The oldest child raised her shoulders and stared back at him calmly, even though Beifong continued to scream behind him, her voice breaking.

The child’s bravery did not outlast her purification.

The last airbender was clearly trying everything he could to stir the air around himself. But it could not break the chains around his wrists and ankles. It could not disturb the hold Amon had over his body.

Amon turned and looked at Beifong one final time.

“Tell me.”

With a lurch, she broke his hold on her, but that only gave her the freedom to crash forward on her face, still screaming incoherently.

The man on his knees strained against Amon’s power, but had only a fraction of the will. Silently, his bending fled, banished from the world.

Amon turned his back on the people who once had called themselves “masters.”