𝐋𝐎'𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

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Cuts and Bruises by moonpetrichor on ao3

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"Your girl is a freak!"

Lo'ak was furious, trembling from anger. All he could see when those words escaped Aonung's lips was red. Aonung could ridicule him for his appearance and tease his siblings, but you? Now that was pushing it.

Lo'ak struck the boy, and a brawl broke out near the rocks before he realized it. Lo'ak pummeled Aonung in the face with a barrage of punches; tails were being pulled, and blows were being exchanged. It was a bloody spectacle, to say the least. Lo'ak only ceased his heinous attacks when an outraged Neteyam hauled him away from Aonung mid-punch.

Lo'ak spat out the blood that had gathered in his mouth, and wiped his wounded lip with his battered fist. Aonung stood up, stunned, but a smile danced across his lips nonetheless. Neteyam pointed a finger at Aonung and ordered him to back off, then dragged Lo'ak away from the scene by the bicep before he could worsen the situation.

Aonung jeered and slapped his friend on the chest in a fit of laughter. "Pfft. Freaks go together, no wonder they're dating."

Lo'ak twisted out of Neteyam's grip and stalked over to Aonung again. "Don't talk shit about my girlfriend, you fish lipped dickhead!"

Neteyam sighed deeply as Lo'ak punched Aonung. Again.

...

To say the least, you were gobsmacked. Lo'ak looked dreadful, and seated across from you right now, he appeared more downcast than anything else. He'd just returned from a stern talking to with his father, which had left him looking distraught.

"Are you okay? What happened to you?"

Lo'ak refused to meet your gaze. You delicately took his hands in yours and brushed your thumb across the ridges of his knuckles. You noted how he grimaced at your touch, and frowned when you realized how much his hands were injured. You sat up to search for the first aid kit in his modest home; you know where it is now, as embarrassing as that may be, because you've patched up your boyfriend more times than you can count.

Lo'ak's voice carried over in the space between the two of you. "I just wanted to protect you. He called you a freak!"

You suppressed a laugh. You, a freak? What did you even do to be insulted so ludicrously? You assumed Aonung had said that to get under Lo'ak's skin, which he clearly succeeded in, as that word was a soft spot for him. Now he was seated away from you, waiting to be tended to.

He spoke dejectedly. "All my dad thinks of me is that I'm a troublemaking failure."

Your heart hammered in your chest at his words. "You're not a failure, Lo'ak. You're the kindest person I know, and beating the shit out of Aonung to protect my name proves that."

You nestled in Lo'ak's lap, dabbing a cloth with antiseptic. You cupped his cheek, pressed a tender kiss to his nose, and proceeded to pat the damp cloth on his injured lip. You then moved away from him and did the same to his knuckles, delicately tending to his wounds. Lo'ak grumbled.

"Sorry." You murmured.

As you continued to treat him, you nibbled on your lower lip, and he sighed. You reached for a roll of bandages. Finally relaxing his muscles, Lo'ak laughed at your focused expression.

He observed your deft fingers. "Do you think I shouldn't have punched him?"

After unrolling the bandages, you wrapped his hand in them, securing your work carefully. "Only partially."

Once you were done, Lo'ak raised his fist to examine your workmanship. He praised your first aid skills, and you laughed.

"I wouldn't be so good at it if I didn't have to do it so much."

Lo'ak hummed in response to your statement. "Sorry, I know it must be kind of annoying you have to do this all the time."

"Don't be. I love spending time with you."

He smiled softly at that, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. "Me too."

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