(On Break) FNF oneshots. I guess.

Wings of Grace.

Pairing: Jeb x Reader who is a bird hybrid.

A/N: no thoughts, head empty. Also, Reader is a little childish/reckless in this.

Warning: none

Type: Oneshot, fluff

Noone p.o.v:

Today was a fine day. The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, and on days like these...

It's almost making Jeb forget what Nevada was like.

It was never like this, even before the madness, it was just dull gray. Everything was dull.

Jeb took a deep breath, his eyes closing as he relaxed.

Not anymore.

Jeb jolted when he felt a figure make contact with him, a finger 'booping' his nose.

Jeb opened his eyes in confusion/annoyance, seeing [Name] staring back at him with wide eyes.

Jeb jolted as [Name] laughed, their wings stretching a little.

"Wh- [Name], you almost gave me a heart attack."
"Well, you're oddly calm about it?"
"Oh hush you."

Jeb used a hand to push [Name]'s face away gently, [Name] giggling at the gesture.

"But seriously though. You still thinking 'bout Nev?"
".... I was, yes."
"Well, stop. It ain't doin' you good."
"Excuse me?"
"It keeps messing you up mentally-"
"[Name], this is the first time you're being smart-"
"-and now you don't have time for meeee!!"
"There's the catch-"

[Name] tackled Jeb, the latter barely able to catch [Name] and not fall over.

"Seriously though, let's go set a building on fire or something!! I'm bored! And you should stop thinking about Nevada! We're outta there now!"
".. sure, Crackpot."
"... WHO THE FUCK IS CRACKPOT!??"
"[Name]-"
"IS HE (or she) SOMEONE YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME WITH???"
"[Name], we're not dating eachother-"
"WHO THE F U C K STOLE MY MAN!!"
"[Name]- let me explain-"

Jeb dropped [Name], the latter getting up with a pout on their face.

"Crackpot was.. an acquaintance. Back in the days of Nexus.. I.. punched him once. Your personality reminds me of him, but more watered down, is all."
"Are you saying my personality is punchable??????????????"
"[Name]-"

[Name] was panicking a little, their wings spread out behind them to give off the illusion that they're bigger than they actually are.

"Are you saying I'M PUNCHABLE!?!"
"[Name], calm down-"
"Are you gonna punch me?? Rip my wings off and sell them on the black market!?"
"[Name], where did this all come from??-"
"I'M SCARED, JEB!!"
".. Pardon?"
"I- I DON'T WANT TO GET HURT AGAIN! N- not anymore!- I- I- I don't want a- any more of this t- torture-"

[Name]'s voice slowly quivered, their eyes watering as their wings folded to shield their upper body.

Jeb had a hurt look on his face, his eyes widening slightly.

[Name] crouched down on the ground, their wings almost covering their whole body. Jeb took a deep breath, crouching down too.

"[Name], please, I will not hurt you. I am sorry. I do not know what happened while you were in Nevada, but I assure you it will not happen. Not again. Not anymore."

Soft sniffles were heard as [Name] parted their wings away from their face slightly, reaching a hand out.

Jeb looked at [Name] in confusion, what is this? A pinky promise?

"Promise me. Pinky promise me, you can't break a pinky promise. If you do, y- you'll get cursed with bad luck!"

Jeb chuckled at [Name], his gaze softening as he held out his hand, curling his pinky with [Name]'s

"Cross my pinky and hope to die. May bad curses kill me where I stand if I break this vow."

Jeb finished off with a soft tone, dipping his head slightly. [Name] giggled, a bright smile on their face.

Jeb helped [Name] stand up, [Name] wiping a few stray tears away as their wings went back to being folded behind their back.

"Say, [Name]?"

[Name] hummed

Jeb gazed back at the lively neighborhood, his lips curving into a smile.

"I never actually noticed how many [Name]s we had in this neighborhood."
"Eh?-"
"Not important. Sorry. I just.. what happened? Back in Nevada? You don't have to say if you don't want to."
".. I'd rather not talk about it.."
"I see. Well, c'mon now. Let's go relax a bit."
"Sure-"
"-Dove."
"I- EXCUSE ME SIR I AM A [BirdSpecies]- I-"
"It is just a nickname, no need to get defensive. You're just beautiful like one. I would even call your wings the wings of grace."

Jeb gave a soft laugh, opening the door to their shared house.

"I'll be in the kitchen, Dove. You can come help if you'd like."

Jeb offered, going in and closing the door behind him.

Once Jeb was out of sight, [Name]'s wings fully sprung out, their face turning red.

Oh my. Seems like [Name] couldn't handle all this positivity. [Name] tried to put their wings back, stumbling into the house after Jeb.

Tomorrow is another day.

(A/N: 807, writer's block sucks 😔)