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tojiwrd · 2 years ago

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2: fate is fickle ; gojo satoru

summary when satoru breaks off your engagement, you understand and accept it. but when he marries someone else, you don't understand because he didn't want to be tied down.

warnings swearing, gojo emotional constipation, lots of crying, mourning, death

word count 2k

a/n part 2 so we can feel smt

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You took a breath—a long and deep one that filled nearly every corner of your shaking body—as you raised your foot to lightly push against Satoru’s shin and send him stumbling back. If you were to keep this tapestry of being healed up for him to see, him being a hair’s breadth away from you would make it extremely difficult.

“I don’t wanna talk about anything, Gojo.” You paused, teeth fiddling with your lip before you looked up to meet his gaze that was steadfast and focused directly on you. “We broke up and you got married, remember?”

His jaw clenched like a person who was in a play and the character in the scene messed up their dialogue and now he had to improvise. In fact, that was surely what happened.

“I know—fuck, I know. I was there.”

“Good, then that means we’re on the same page.”

This was the part where you grabbed your phone from the glass table beside you and walked past him to go to your room. And your body was itching in every part, waiting for you to do so, but your feet remained stationary on the ground. You were strong and you could walk away from Satoru, walk away from him like he did you. But a part of you was curious in a way you couldn’t explain. In your mind, there truly was nothing to explain on Satoru’s end except he was being a major asshole and messed up real bad. Still, the questions you’d thrown away out of nothing but embarrassment when you called him and Hana picked up lingered on your tongue once again.

Nothing was said, though, and the pale moonlight coating both your figures remained the only source to prove you and him were there. Together. Alone. After so long. You reached down to grab your phone in an attempt to do exactly what you should’ve done minutes ago.

Satoru, sensing that his time was running out, reached out to you, almost encasing your arms with his fingers before he pulled back. “Listen, Y/N. I just don’t want you to hate me.” Your lips parted in shock at his words, rendering you completely and utterly speechless once again. “You were the first person who—” He paused, closing his eyes as he threw his head back in frustration. “You were the first person who loved me and I can’t go on knowing that you hate me.” There was a gleaming twinkle in his eyes as he reminded you of what you both once were, of what could’ve done.

The words flew out of your mouth quickly. “Satoru, what’s done is done. It’s selfish to hold onto how I was the first person who loved you because people change.” You sure did. Quickly. You kept those words to yourself, not wanting to show resentment over his actions and laying your heart completely on your sleeve, ripe for the picking. “And I think you need to be okay with people not liking you because that’s the way life is.”

The twinkle died. Not in burning, scorching flames, but in the gentlest way one’s shine could completely disappear from their visage. Like a wilted petal that slowly falls off its stem, the wind carrying it away. He was now looking at you with not hope, not pleading, but with complete and utter sadness—it was the same sadness you carried on your face for months while images of the two of you ran rampant through your mind. And there wasn’t a shred of you that could find itself to feel any form of sympathy for him because he never felt it for you.

“Y/N…” Your name was like a prayer that came out of his mouth, and you could see his eyes blinking furiously like they did when he was scrambling for any idea, any words to stop you from walking away. “I’m…”

You waited. Truly, you did, but the apology never came. It reminded you of all the times you’d argued with Satoru, and ended up taking him back in your arms once you cooled down and he diverted your mind from the matter. He never apologized, though, and you always realized that much after you took him back, once the wound was healed enough that a doctor would turn you away if you came asking for a checkup.

Nothing had changed, and when you walked away from the balcony, the empty glass of wine heavy in one hand and phone in another, you felt at ease. Because nothing had changed and Satoru wasn’t your problem anymore.

“That’s—he’s so, ugh!” Reina said, exasperated, once you recounted the events to her. You had to physically guide her to your bed and make her sit down with her hands on your lap while you thought about handcuffing her so she wouldn’t run to Satoru and Hana’s house and physically strangle him. But you glossed over it, severely underestimating your friend.

You rolled your eyes, perfectly showing her you agree, but she still asked, “You promise me that was it? That you walked away and didn’t like, I don’t know, run to him and kiss him like he’d just gotten back from war?”

You narrowed your eyes, moderately offended she could even suggest that after everything that went down between the two of you. “Fuck you,” you replied, chuckling as you swatted her on the arm.

She turned her body to face you more, and you gathered all your courage to hear what she was preparing herself to say. “No matter what. No matter what, babe, you aren’t going to hear him out because he deserves none of your time and, in fact, doesn’t even deserve to do so much as breathe in your direction.” Her arms flailed around, an action that always occurred when she was giving you her honesty (and to smack the sense and direction you knew you needed into you). “And.” She took in a breath, as if it was taking everything in her to say the words. “He has a girl at home—he had a girl at home waiting for him the night of the dinner, too. And you don’t want to fall into the trap of a taken man, Y/N, trust me.”

When your mother walked into your room, eyes filled with steel determination, you braced yourself for a lecture about something you’d done recently.

“I’m not giving Takayashi the company,” she said, words laced with venom as your eyes narrowed. You knew she was hardballing, trying to get the Gojo’s to cough up every penny they could, but you thought that she’d sign it over—at least half of it—because it was built on your dad and Takayashi’s foundation.

“Ma—”

“I don’t want to hear any debate about this, sweetheart. I’m doing exactly as your father would’ve wanted me to do, even if it means going throat to throat with a man as deadset as him. I just wanted to tell you so you wouldn’t hear it from word of mouth.”

You swallowed, confusion tangling into the web of emotions in your mind. “Papa was good friends with Mr. Gojo, wasn’t he? He only took the company because Mr. Gojo was dealing with legal problems?” Your words didn’t sound too sure, and it was because you remembered how your father spent the last few months of his life badmouthing the eldest of the Gojo family. “Or am I missing something?”

“He…” She began, feet padding across the floor as she reached your bed and took a seat on the edge. Her fingers traced the minimal pattern of the baby’s breath flowers on the blanket before she continued, “Takayashi, he tried to frame your father, in some way.” You gasped, a hand reaching over and cupping your mouth. “I know, I thought the same. But it’s truly a miracle what a man behind bars would do, the straws he would cling onto. Though he was soon proven to be lying, of course, and served his time.”

“Mama.”

“I know he was probably trying to save his own skin and didn’t mean to betray your father, sweetheart, but this… this company is the last I have left of him. I can’t give it away for a wad of cash.”

Your lips trembled, and in that moment you realized you were looking into not just the eyes of your mother who’d sung lullabies to you and pretended as if the green vegetables were actually fancy chocolate to get you to eat them, but a woman who had been holding her husband as he paused in the middle of talking as his eyes grew as wide as saucers. She was the woman that willed to keep him breathing, breathing all he could as she hoped there was more—more time, more breath, you weren’t sure because you weren’t there—until he whispered his last words to her. She was the woman that cradled her own husband as he died because his last words were let me as he weakly cupped her jaw. She didn’t jump to call an ambulance because the small part—the realistic part—in her told her that this was it, and she’d heard too many stories of people losing their loved ones while they were stammering their words to a complete stranger over the phone, willing them to come at light speed.

You knew how difficult grief was, and only had your mother to truly depend on after your father died. But your pain wasn’t the same as hers, and you understood. She’d lost the man she vowed to spend the rest of her life with, the man that she had been bound to for so long she couldn’t even look at another man as anything but a nuisance in her life.

“Mama, it’s okay,” you soothed. Your voice cracked as you realized how difficult it must’ve been for her to sit across the same man that betrayed her dead husband.

She shook her head, as if she was physically trying to will away her thoughts, before she asked, “Are you? Okay, I mean.”

You nodded, a little too quickly. “Of course. Aside from, you know, papa…”

“I’m sorry you had to be around Satoru for so long.”

“Mama, please. I told you it’s nothing.” You giggled, a horrid attempt at not physically recoiling at how easily she’d caught onto everything. You had told her it was nothing, too, a few days after the wedding invitations arrived and she spotted the pink rhinestone underneath your desk, right next to your books, and asked you if you were okay.

“I know you told me it’s nothing but could you tell me what happened? Only if you want to, of course. I may have heard you and Reina talking about Satoru the other day when I walked past your room; I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, of course, I only heard a bit of what Reina said.”

You grimaced, and decided to hell with it. “We were—” you hiccuped before you could even let out the next word. Your mother moved closer to you, eyes wary and attentive. You thought about it, thought about how your mother would’ve put her entire soul into making sure you and Satoru had the perfect wedding. “Mama, I can’t.”

A sob wracked through your entire body, and for a moment, you felt like you were seven once again and had just seen your crush spend recess with another girl as your body doubled over and your head was guided to her lap. Her fingers brushed through the strands of your hair, a touch that could only ever be a mother’s, as she used her soft, gentle voice to calm you down.

“Mama, we were engaged.”

Her fingers stopped midway through your hair, and underneath your skin, you felt her body go rigid. She was floored, and rightfully so. It wasn’t something she could’ve guessed, especially not after she’d seen the two of you at dinner the other day, so silent and indifferent it would be hard to imagine you were once ready to spend the entirety of your lives with each other.

“Oh, baby.” You didn’t dare look up to see her expression, knowing it was marred with sorrow and pity. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

The air was thick, and you were sure it would be hard for you to breathe because the air had been sucked out of the room the moment you told your mother about the engagement.

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phoebepheebsphibs · 9 months ago

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Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 31: Amnestic Syndrome

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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It has been a wonderful few days.

Leo has been chillin' like a king.

Casey got a suntan.

Raph caught a hermit crab while swimming and giddily showed it off to everyone.

Donnie started (and won) a squirt gun war.

Splinter has been napping nonstop, which is not exactly different from the norm but he's happy as a clam and has 100% been enjoying the seafood dinners.

Even Draxum has benefitted from this whole thing, having been reunited with Huginn and Muninn. He's even offered them their jobs back as his shoulder pads! Or whatever it is they're supposed to do.

And, of course, Mikey is having the time of his life running free and uncontained. Leo can't remember the last time he saw him so energetic and happy; it's like he's a little kid again.

Mikey has asked to go explore the heart of the island today, and so the four brothers are off on a hike into the beautiful jungle. Raph and Leo mostly lead the way, though Mikey runs off in different directions and they change course to accommodate. It reminds Leo of when they were turtle tots exploring the sewer tunnels. Raph would always take the lead as the eldest, though Leo (headstrong child that he was) would often fight to take charge or go a different way that looked cooler. Donnie and Mikey would walk hand in hand together until Mikey's hyperactivity went into overdrive and he'd start hooting and hollering and race up and down the tunnels excitedly. Leo would go chasing after him in a game of tag, Raph would cry because he was afraid they'd get lost, and Donnie would remain unconcerned. Ah, what good times they had...

Leo notices that Mikey had gone off in a certain direction not too long ago, but now can barely hear him. Scratch that, he can't hear or see him at all.

"Mikey?" Leo calls out. "Where are ya, bud?"

Donnie instinctively looks down at his wrist tech. Raph starts walking in the direction that Mikey's gone off in. He walks past the brush and flora...

Mikey comes bounding out of the bushes and pounces on Raphael, causing him to yipe in fright and topple over. Leo yelps at the literal jumpscare, but his fright turns to uproarious laughter at Raphael's face. Donnie smirks to himself and mumbles something along the lines of "I knew he was there."

Raph lays on the ground, gasping for breath as Mikey sits on his plastron with an enormous grin, tail wagging happily at the prank's success. Leo is on the ground cackling.

"Okay, okay, you got me," Raph sighs, picking Mikey up and off of his chest. "You can stop laughing now, Leo."

Leo, in fact, does not stop laughing for five more minutes.

The four press on.

Leo has to hold onto Donnie's arm for support after all that laughing. Dee isn't such a huge fan of that, especially with all the heat and humidity from the tropical climate. But he seems preoccupied. Leo happens to glance over and catches him looking at his wrist tech again.

"What are you doing?" Leo asks, leaning over to get a look for himself.

"Just checking something."

Leo notices several colour-coded icons.

"The trackers?"

"Yes. Since we are on a remote island and Michael has a tendency to just go running off when excited, I have been making sure that I know where he is at all times."

Leo looks back up at Donatello's face. His drawn-on eyebrows are furrowed, a crease on his fivehead and a stare of intensity in his eyes.

When Mikey first went missing, Dee would just stare at the tracking program and reupload new lines of code, debug it, update it, even turn the program off and then on again. He sat at his computer for an entire day, trying to understand what had happened. It worked fine for a few hours after Raph and Leo had reported Mikey MIA. But then, suddenly, it flickered and died out. Donnie didn't speak for the entire rest of the night, only staring at his screen and trying to get it back online. Leo had tried talking to him about it, But Donnie remained adamant that his tech and his ninpo were unparalleled. It would have taken massive voltage or some kind of mystic EMP like what the Krang had to deactivate it.

....Now, thinking it over, and after they'd discovered Mikey's altered DNA and the fact that he'd experienced severe electric charges, it began to make sense as to why the tracker was deactivated.

But it was like Donnie had said before -- it wasn't just deactivated, his tracker was removed. And though Leo and the others had considered it an invasion of privacy, Donnie's subdermal trackers came in handy more often than not, and Leo had found it was Dee's way of showing them that he cared about them all deeply. Not being able to know where Mikey was, or if he was alive... terrified him. Terrified all of them.

All that to say, Leo understands perfectly well why Donnie has been checking the trackers as often as possible.

Leo lets go of Donnie's arm, walking side by side with him.

The hike -- while being almost unbearably hot and through thick jungles -- is actually quite fun! Even with Mikey's occasional jumpscare pranks on the three.

Donnie goes into nerd mode, analyzing the flora and taking samples for later.

Raph is having fun chasing after Mikey and playing games with him. Mikey's memory issues and slight confusion make it seem like he's much younger than he really is, and Raph has missed being able to baby him like this. Some part of Leo thinks this might become an issue later on, but for the moment, Mikey is happy to have fun and Raph is happy to reminisce on days when his baby brother used to play with him like this.

And Leo is just happy to enjoy this time with his brothers. Even if he's constantly getting trampled by Michelangelo.

Speaking of which, Mikey is due for another jumpscare any minute now. Leo is on guard, listening for the little hunter. Mikey's inherited crazy impressive instincts from the added DNA. He somehow knows how not to make a single sound when moving, even in the tall grass and thick roots. He's fast, too, like blink-and-you-miss-it fast. You usually don't even realise he's stalking you until you're face-down in the dirt with him giggling on your back. Leo looks around cautiously for him. He sure is taking his sweet time...

Raph starts checking behind ferns and large flowers.

"Gee, he sure is hiding pretty well this time. I can't see him anywhere!"

Leo starts looking with him, checking the tree limbs to see if he's going to do another aerial ambush. But he can't see him anywhere.

"How does someone covered in neon yellow polka dots get so good at camouflage?? It's like he's not even here!"

"...That's probably because he isn’t, Nardo."

Leo and Raph turn to Donnie, who is looking down at his wrist tech.

"Mikey is several meters away from us. He ran off five minutes ago and has been stationary for quite some time. I suggest we go looking for him. The fact that he hasn't moved for five minutes is mildly concerning."

Leo and Raph follow behind Donatello as he leads the way towards a small clearing. Donnie pushes aside a group of monsteras, revealing a tiny river and waterfall hidden within the jungle. Large and exotic flowers grow around the clearing, almost fencing it in. The riverbank is made from volcanic rocks -- glassy obsidian and smoothed pumice and shimmering gabro. Leo and Raph ooh and awe at the scenery.

"Mikey is somewhere in here," Donnie says, looking around. "According to my GPS, he should be right around -- yipe!!"

Donnie yelps as he stumbles forward, nearly falling into a hidden pit just in front of them. The pit is obscured by the grass and alocasias growing around it, almost covering the opening completely. And to top it off, there is a short but unexpected drop-down from the area around the clearing, like an unexpected stair.

Both Raph and Leo grab Donnie by the shoulders and yank him back. He glances back with a grumble.

"What island has a secret hidden pit lying around?!"

From deep within the pit, they hear a chirp.

"Mikey!" Raph calls, stepping around the pit and looking down into it. "Is that you?"

"Hi, Raphie..."

"Are you okay?" Leo shouts.

"M'fine, just stuck."

"Stuck? Stuck how?" Leo asks, peering into the pit.

He can see Mikey sitting at the bottom of the pit, hands and feet doused in mud and muck. He looks awfully embarrased.

"Can't you just climb out?"

"Tried," Mikey answers. "Too slippery. Rocks are too wet an' slimy, Mikey just kept sliding on the mud!"

"Well, this is the time when I reiterate why we should always bring our mystic weapons with us when hiking," Donnie grumbles, crossing his arms.

"It was just a walk in the jungle! It's not like we were going to fight anything! Why bring them?" Leo refutes.

"Oh, I don't know, in case Mikey falls in a hole and we need to A: make a portal to get him out, B: Use giant elongated hands to lift him out, or C: create impossibly futuristic tech to get him out!"

"Okay, Einstein!" Leo growls. "It was just a suggestion! You could have actually brought your bō, I wasn't gonna stop you --"

"Can we stop shiftin' blame and get to helpin' Mikey already?" Raph yells, grabbing the twins' attention.

"Right right right," Leo stammers. "Well, Donnie actually gave me an idea! We can't really use our ninpo without our magic weapons, but you know who can?"

"…Mikey?"

"Exactly!" Leo says with a smile.

He leans down and calls into the pit.

"Yo, Mike! Just make a mystic chain and climb out!"

Mikey stares up at him, cocking his head in confusion.

"How?"

"Y'know, with your... mystic abilities? Your ninpo?"

"Whazza ninpo?" he asks.

Leo swallows. Both Raph and Donnie exchange glances.

"It's... it's like a superpower you have. It's a part of the family, you can do all kinds of cool stuff! Your ninpo is usually making these cool glowy chains... though, you were starting to do some new things, too... B-but, just try making a chain," Leo says, rambling awkwardly.

"How do I make a chain?" Mikey asks, slightly annoyed. "I can't make anything down here!"

"No, not like make it with your hands -- Make it with your mind!"

"My mind?" Mikey asks incredulously.

"Sorta, I'm not sure exactly how your mystic abilities work -- but for me, I usually just think of where I want to go and the portals take me there. Just try concentrating. Think about family, that might help. Your ninpo is powered by our family bond!"

Mikey stares blankly at Leo, as if he just told him his spots were purple and not yellow. But... Mikey trusts Leo, so...

He concentrates. He thinks hard.

"...Nothing's happening."

"Just keep trying!" Leo calls down. "I believe in you!"

Leo believes in him. Mikey trusts Leo. Family bond. Think about family. Make a chain. Concentrate...

Mikey's spots start flickering.

He squeezes his eyes so tight he gets a headache. He balls his hands into fists until the claws dig into his palms. His muscles tense.

"Woah, Mikey, don't hurt yourself! You're gonna give yourself a hernia or something --"

Mikey barely hears him. He growls and grunts and groans, blood vessels in his forehead popping from the effort as he tries.

He can't let them down. He can't let them know the truth. They're his FAMILY. Just... just... FOCUS!

Mikey's markings flicker once more... twice...

Something bright and glowing golden starts to form... shapes, materializing like dust in the air.

Think about family. Think about family. Think about --

Think about how you are not a part of their family anymore, no matter how hard you try to deny it.

Mikey's markings dim, the light goes out. The chains decay before they ever take solid shape.

He sighs, slamming his fists against his thighs in frustration.

"I-- I can't do it. I don't know how!"

Leo, Donnie, and Raph each look at one another.

"...Okay, Mikey. It's... it's okay, we'll get you out another way. Hey, Raph! Don! I think I saw some vines on our way in, let's try those..."

The three Hamato brothers leave Mikey alone in the pit. Alone with his thoughts. With his failings. With only his Instinct.

The trio are back within moments, having collected several vines and bound them together to create a rope for Mikey to climb up on.

They cheer when he emerges, but Mikey doesn't meet their eyes. The cheers simmer down, replaced by an awkward silence.

"So... Mikey," Leo sighs, placing a hand on his little brother's quilled shoulder. "I think it's time we had a talk..."

Mikey cleans the muck from his lower half before talking. He rubs the mud out from between his toes and talons, digging under his fingernails and doing his best to get himself presentable for the talk.

He's stalling. They all know he's stalling.

But Mikey has been dreading this conversation since the day they got him back from the labs.

Mikey's feet dangle in the stream, playing in the gentle flow of water. He wishes he could just stay here and stay quiet, never have this talk. It feels different from a scolding. Mikey doesn't mind scoldings, he's used to them from the labs. Though, his brothers are much nicer about their scoldings than the scientists were. But this isn’t a scolding, he can tell. It's something worse. It's a confrontation… As Mikey is marinating in dread and river water, Raph comes up behind him and rubs his shoulder.

"Hey, buddy? Ready to talk yet?"

Mikey shakes his head no.

"Do we hafta talk?" he whispers.

"I think so," Raph whispers back. "This is important."

"I didn't mean to do bad," Mikey says softly, pulling his knees close to his chest. "I tried my hardest! I really did! But... I-I couldn't do it."

Raph hums in response. He's not sure what to say.

"...Don't feel bad about that. You tried really hard, I saw. We just... wanna help you figure this out, okay?"

Mikey takes a deep breath and exhales loudly.

"Okay."

Mikey takes Raphael's hands and shakily stands up, his big bro helping him to walk normally over to where the twins are waiting.

"Hey, Angelo!" Leo greets with a nervous smile. "You all cleaned up?"

Mikey nods, sitting himself down, just outside of their circle. They don't let that slide; both Raph and Leo scoot out to make him a part of their formation.

"Great. So, uh... I guess you're all wondering why I called you here --" Leo starts.

"Skip the jokes and get to the point," Donnie interjects.

"Yeesh, tough crowd! Okay, okay. Look, Mikey, we've noticed that you've been... uh, how shall we say... acting oddly around us."

Mikey swallows. He tries not to let his anxiety rise any more than it already is.

"Odd? U-uh, how?"

"You threw away your chucks," Leo lists.

"You couldn't recall our names," Donnie adds. "And I've seen the way you react when we call you 'Angelo'. I suspect you don't know your full name is Michelangelo, and not simply Mikey."

"And April said you asked her why she cares about you, or why she didn't look like us if she was our sister," Leo reminds him. "And you reacted weirdly when Dad showed you our family photos."

"You also didn't recognize Draxum," Raph contributes to the list. "And you don't remember what the Prison Dimension or the Krang are, do you?"

Mikey thinks about bluffing. But his lack of response betrays him. He sees Leo flinch and go pale at the mention, Donnie shudders and squirms. Even Raph's body language shifts. But Mikey doesn't get it. He's caught.

"Casey talked about the future, and you had no clue. You get confused by inside jokes or references, and I'm pretty sure you have no idea that Dad is actually Lou Jitsu."

"He's who?!" Mikey asks, though it takes a moment for the memory of who Lou Jitsu is to process.

"See, that's what's concerning us," Leo exclaims. "Mikey, we don't mind that you're confused, but... you aren't telling us the whole picture. And what happened with your ninpo kind of confirms what we've been suspecting for a while now..."

Mikey's head buzzes loudly. He feels ill.

"Mikey... you don't actually remember us, do you?"

His eyes sting, blurring over. He hyperventilates, he can't catch his breath. His hands clasp onto his skinny arms, his legs fold close to his chest, his tail wraps around him. His limbs trap him in a cage, the spines and spikes and quills stand on edge to protect him from the panic attack. His brothers The others try to calm him, but Mikey can't hear anything over his weeping and wailing.

Mikey rocks back and forth, feeling like he might vomit. Raphael places a hand on his shoulder. Mikey screams, swatting the hand away in a panic. Mikey stammers and stutters, not even sure what he's supposed to be saying. He wants to convey how scared he is, how hard he's trying to hold it together, how bad he feels at letting them down, the terror he has at having been caught in the lie. But all he can hear himself say is 'please please please' and 'sorry sorry sorry'.

Hands take his own. Mikey looks up and blearily sees the colour purple.

"Mikey. Can you hear me?"

Mikey nods. It's hard to breathe. He doesn't say it out loud, but the deep and desperate gasps he's making are obvious indicators.

"Focus on me, okay? Follow my lead. In one --" Donnie makes an exaggerated inhale, posture arching. "-- out two." His exhale is loud and exaggerated, his stature relaxes.

Mikey tries to repeat him. His breathing is sporadic, he feels like he's failing him at the most simplistic of things--!

"Hey, hey, focus on me, right? Just focus on my voice, on my breathing. In for one, out for two."

Mikey follows his lead, eyes locked onto Donnie's.

"There we go. In for one, out for two. In for two, out for four. In for four, out for six..."

Donnie and Mikey do the breathing exercises until Mikey's lungs find a rhythm. He calms, hiccups and suck-ups following suit, but they slow soon enough. Donnie manages a tiny smile, an attempt to comfort. He pats the ground around Mikey's knees.

"Mikey, can you tell me what you're sitting on?"

Mikey looks down.

"G-grass...?"

"What do you smell?"

"Fl-flow-wers...? M-m-m-mud. W-water, s-sea water...! R-Raph..."

He hears Leo chuckle.

"Name three things you can see."

Mikey glances around.

"M-Mikey sees you... sees brothers... um, sees trees? And stream... is, is that three?"

"Yes, that's three. You're doing great. Now, can you tell me how we got here?"

"W-walked here. Mikey ran, f-fell in a pit..." he starts crying again. "I-I couldn't get out, I couldn't do the --"

"It's okay, stay present with me," Donnie soothes, rubbing his thumbs over Michelangelo's hands. "Just stay focused on the present moment."

Mikey sighs, tries breathing again. Stay present. Stay focused. Okay...

Donnie talks to him, asking simple and easy questions, such as 'what do you hear?' and 'what colour is the sky?' and 'can you taste this?' after handing him a honeysuckle. Mikey calms down quickly after that.

The other two sit at a respectable distance, making sure not to overwhelm him. After some time, and Donnie's calming techniques, Leo crawls towards them.

"You okay?" he asks cautiously, reaching out to hold Mikey's hand.

Mikey nods and hums a 'yes'.

'Sorry,' he signs. 'Got really scared.'

'That's okay,' Leo signs back. 'We didn't mean to freak you out. Just wanted to talk about it.'

"Can we still talk about it?" Raph asks gently, looking Mikey over. "I mean, if you're okay with that."

Mikey nods, crawling into Donnie's lap for comfort.

"Mikey ready..."

"Okay then," Donnie sighs. "Mikey, we need you to be honest with us so we can be sure to take proper care of you. How much do you actually remember?"

"Mmmm... not a lot," he whimpers. "Mikey remembers a few things... small things. L-Like random moments."

"That would be the brain sauce Draxum made doin' its thing," Raph nods.

"But other than that..?" Leo asks.

"But… o-other than that... Mikey can't remember anything before the labs," he shamefully admits.

"Mikey, why didn't you tell us?" Donnie questions.

"Scared to," he whines. "Didn't want to admit it, didn't want to disappoint you... Y-you all love Mikey so much, and I don't... I don't know why... I don't know who Mikey is, and I just... I wanted you to... be happy. I wanted to be Mikey for you."

Mikey feels Donnie wrap his arms around him and press his face against his head. He's shaking. Leo scoots in and hugs the two of them together. Raph joins in last, his arms just barely long enough to engulf them all.

"Miguel... we want to help you get better, we want to help you remember everything --" Leo states.

"B-but what if I c-can't?" Mikey sobs.

"Then we'll love you regardless. If you never remember us, or yourself... then that's okay. I mean, it'll suck, I won't lie. But it won't be like we've lost you. You're still here, you're just figuring out who you are again. And we'll help you."

"But I-I didn't want you to know!" Mikey wails. "I didn't want to tell you that I wasn't Mikey anymore! I wanted you to love me, I wanted to-- to-- I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Donnie pulls him tighter.

"Mikey... I do love you. Whether you remember me or not. Whether you remember yourself or not. I will always love you."

Mikey sobs and clutches the others his brothers tightly.

"Mikey... there's something we need to tell you, too," Leo sighs. "Something we probably should have told you earlier."

Mikey looks up at him anxiously.

"It's about your DNA."

Mikey nods slowly, prompting him to go on.

"Well... when we got you home and Donnie did the scan, we found out what you were mutated with. It was... a lot."

"Specifically it was jaguar, basilisk lizard, boa constrictor, baboon, mandrill, and proboscis monkey," Donnie interjects.

"Thank you, Brainiac Unlimited™ for that one."

Mikey nods again, seemingly unfazed for the most part. Leo wonders if he's still processing it all, or knew the information beforehand, or... maybe just doesn't care? He mentioned doing lots of tests at the labs, so he probably already figured he had multiple creatures' genetics inside of him now.

"Well, Donnie left out one crucial piece of info..." Leo mentions.

"Leo, I still don't think it's a good idea," Raph murmurs.

"We want him to be honest with us, we need to be honest with him. He has to know."

"Know what?" Mikey asks curiously.

"Leo is referring to how your DNA was primarily mutated with Krang," Donnie blurts before Raph can intervene.

The four are silent as Mikey processes.

"...So?"

"The Krang still don't mean anything to you?" Raph asks. "Not ringing any bells?"

Mikey thinks.

"You said something about Krang at the junkyard," he recalls. "And Casey mentioned them a little. The lab people talked about them, too. But I don't really know what they are..."

"They're aliens," Leo explains. "They're very dangerous aliens. They tried to invade Earth several months ago, but we fought them."

Mikey's eyes widen.

"Am... am I an alien?"

"Part alien," Donnie clarifies. "But we still consider you 100% Mikey."

"Dangerous aliens... you fought them... I-I remembered Leo said --"

Mikey pauses, eyes bulging and breath quickening as the realization hits him like a train.

"Prison Dimension. Did... was that because of the Krang? Of me??"

"No!" Leo says, unintentionally shouting as he grabs Mikey by the arm. "No, no! That was not you! You didn't do that, the Krang... the Krang didn't even do that, actually, it was --"

Leo sighs.

"...It was my choice. The Prison Dimension was made to hold the Krang inside, but they got free because of me. My stupid ego and my dumb mistakes. A-and... the only way to... I had to do something, and there wasn't any time to think of a better solution, and so... so I...."

"You portaled yourself and the Krang into the Prison Dimension and had Casey trap you both inside," Raph finishes.

"Yeah," Leo says, swallowing as he shakes. "That."

Mikey stares at Leo, eyes popping out of his head. He'd mentioned the Prison Dimension, he'd shows his aversion to it, and Mikey had even remembered scenes where he and his family dealt with the aftermath of it all. But... he didn't expect this. He didn't expect it to be because of monsters.

"...How did Leo get out?"

"You did that, actually," Leo chuckles. "With your ninpo."

"Mikey did that?" he echoes, looking around for someone to deny it. "With the ninpo?"

"Yep. Your mystic powers were growing, and Casey told us that you became the most powerful master of magic in the future! You didn't let that tidbit go, and you kept trying to make magic portals the whole time we fought, even though our mystic abilities were nullified by... the...Krang..."

Leo's voice trails off. The four exchange glances.

"The Krang had some kind of supersonic screech that deactivated our ninpo. Could it be that..."

"Is that why I can't do the ninpo anymore?" Mikey asks. "Because I'm... Krang?"

"I-I don't know, but it's a theory," Donnie suggests. "We'll talk to Draxum and Papa about it. We'll figure it out."

Mikey pauses, looking down at his hands. his claws.

"The Krang are evil... right?"

They don't answer, but their silence speaks volumes. Mikey looks up at them, trying to meet their eyes.

"Do... do you hate me because I'm Krang now?"

This is why I said it was a bad idea to tell him.

He deserves to know! And it might be tough, but --

"You dum-dums do know you're not talking and it's making Michael uncomfortable, right?" Donnie scolds, cradling Mikey a little closer.

"Oh!" Leo snaps back. "No! No, Mikey, no, of course not! Look, we were kind of nervous about the Krang DNA, but only because we weren't sure how you'd deal with the news."

"And I was concerned about the ramifications of modifying mutant DNA with alien genetics, but yes. Emotional stability was in question," Donnie adds.

"But you are not a monster just because you have alien DNA now. You're still our Michelangelo, and we still love you."

"...You love me now...."

Mikey remembered the conversation he and Leo had the other day, and how Leo had said he'd love him if you were a worm, or a regular turtle, and if he were a monster. Leo finished his little declaration by saying 'I love you now', and Mikey had found the wording strange. Not anymore, now he understood what Leo meant. He's a monster now.

And Leo loves him now, just as always.

Mikey cannot understand this. But he accepts it for the moment, resting his head against his brothers and just… stays here. Trying to understand why they don't hate him, why they keep trying to convince him he's not a monster when the evidence is starting to stack up against him.

But Mikey just accepts it. He'll understand it later.

The scientists have been very interested in Mikey's control of the human covered in pink parasites. They've been doing a lot of tests and examinations.

He's not required to move or do anything. He sits and lets them do what they want. They look him over, poke and prod him, lift his scales and scutes and quills. A doctor shines a light in his eyes, giving Mikey a headache. Another pricks him with a needle and syringe. They take his blood again. They take a skin sample again. They take a saliva sample again. They do everything three times over, again and again and again.

Mikey feels numb.

His mind wanders, helping him escape this room and find some semblance of serenity as he waits for these tests and exams to be done. He's so bored and tired. But compared to everything else they make him do here, this isn't so bad.

Mikey's attention comes back to him when he hears someone talking loudly by him. He flinches, thinking that he's being scolded or ordered to do something, but no. It's just Dr. Timothy getting enthusiastic over his mutations.

"I just can't believe it! The creature can control the zombies!"

"This is unprecedented. And I'm quite surprised, I've never seen Dr. Chaplin so intrigued and... dare I say?" Dr. Finn pauses. "Excited."

"This little abomination could hold the key to ending the Krang infections once and for all!" Dr. Timothy celebrates.

"But why stop there?" A third voice adds.

Mikey flinches again and cowers softly as Dr. Chaplin walks in and joins the conversation.

"This little mutant monster shows a higher success rate than any creature the TCRI has ever cooked up before. And it takes orders so well," he says with a sickening smile.

Dr. Chaplin reaches down and grabs Mikey's face, squeezing his thin cheeks and tilting his head to get a better look at him.

"Despite its age and emaciated figure, the little beastie has unprecedented strength and fighting ability. Just what we've been looking for. I do think our tests are nearly complete."

"Complete, sir?" Dr. Finn asks, raising an eyebrow.

"He's shown excellence in everything thus far. Problem-solving, keen instincts, agility… I think it's time we move onto the next phase of our studies. The A.L.P.H.A. device is ready for testing, put him in the Interaction Room when you're done. Depending on how it goes, we may be able to move on to..."

Mikey zones out again. He's tired of this. He doesn't like being handled or tested or talked about like he's an 'it'. He's a Mikey! Whatever that is…

Mikey feels heaviness around his throat, followed by a yank. The collar and lead were placed on his neck while he wasn't paying attention. He's dragged back to the Interaction room for the test with this strange new 'A.L.P.H.A. Device'...

Mikey can't sleep. He keeps thinking about what happened earlier that day.

He can't shake the feeling that... something is wrong. He's missing something. His brothers love him, despite knowing that he doesn't remember them. They support him, despite knowing that he may never fully be Mikey again. But... why does he feel so distant? Why is he still so scared to be around them, but so much more scared to be without them?

In the labs, he never knew why he wanted his brothers. He never even knew they were brothers, they were more so figments of imagination, a distant mirage that he could almost touch. They were shadows. And now they're real.

So why can't he accept them? Why can't he accept that he's one of them?

Because you're a monster. KRANG, Instinct whispers. You are a KRANG. It is what I am, what YOU are. What WE have become.

...Are Krang monsters?

To the weak, yes. The weak always view the strong as monsters.

So Mikey really is a monster?

Did you doubt this? Instinct questions.

Mikey hoped...

HOPE IS A FOOL'S WEAPON, Instinct scolds. YOU CANNOT SURVIVE ON HOPE. ONLY STRENGTH AND FORCE. THE KRANG ARE STRONG. THE KRANG SURVIVE. YOU WILL DO AS I SAY AND YOU WILL LIVE.

Even if it makes Mikey a monster?

Does it matter?

Mikey doesn't know anymore... h-he wants to believe it does, he wants to believe he's not what Instinct says he is, he wants to believe that he is their Mikey!

Even if you were once "their Mikey", it hardly matters now. You are simply an amalgamation creature made to serve a purpose. The humans created you to be a monster. Too bad they couldn’t remove the ALL THE MIKEY FROM YOU.

Mikey throws the pillow over his face and screams into it. Stop talking, Instinct!

You know it is true. And your "brothers" confirmed it for you. Even THEY KNEW you were a monster. Why do you continue to fight this truth?

"Because I'm not a monster!" Mikey whisper-shouts, sitting upright and flinging the pillow into the wall. "I'm not! They said I'm not!"

You DO know what a lie is, don't you?

"But... but Mikey trusts Leo--"

Why? Haven't you learned by now? I thought you would have known better. The labs taught you nothing.

"Shut up!" Mikey shouts.

Weak, pathetic, useless, coward --

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Mikey screams, hot and angry tears running down his face.

Mikey tears his bed apart, shredding the blanket and ripping the extra pillows to pieces. He growls loudly, looking for something else to attack in lue of Instinct. He punches the mattress, his tail whips the wall and gashes the wallpaper, he grabs one of the lamps on the nightstand table and chucks it, pieces shattering and the lampshade flying off from the impact. In the flickering light from the dying lamp, Mikey sees something move in the corner. He runs and confronts it --

It's his own reflection in the mirror. Teeth snarled and fangs elongated, his claws extended, his quills raised and his tail spiked. His eyes burn brightly and the irises are nothing more than thin blood-red slits.

Mikey jerks back suddenly, terrified of his own image. His pupils and irises return to normal slowly…

You see? Nothing more than a monster. Accept it.

Mikey screams in anger and punches the mirror as hard as he can. The glass shatters instantly and his knuckles bleed.

The door swings open and nearly smacks into Mikey's back.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Raph asks in a panic, scanning the trashed room before he sees Mikey, shying away with embarrassment.

Raph calms, then panics again when he sees the blood and glass.

"Sorry," Mikey squeaks. "I got... I was mad, I..."

"Leo and I heard yelling and thought --"

"It was just me, sorry. I didn't realise I was being so loud... Instinct was making me mad."

"The voice in your head?" Raph clarifies.

Mikey nods.

"Humph. Well, I don't like this voice bullying my little brother. Come on, Mikey, let's get you cleaned up."

Raph hoists Mikey up and carries him to the bathroom. Mikey perches atop his shoulders again, tail wrapping around and hanging lazily over his shell.

"So, what was Instinct saying?" Raph asks.

"Um... just the usual stuff."

"Which is?"

Mikey's fingers curl nervously.

"Just... stuff about... fitting in, I guess."

Raph places a hand on Mikey's head and rubs circles onto his skin.

"I'm sorry about that..." he sighs. "I'm sorry about a lot of things..."h

Inside the bathroom, Raph sets Mikey down on the toilet seat and grabs the supplies he needs -- disinfectant, bandages, some swabs, cream, etc. Mikey holds his paw out for Raph to inspect.

Mikey is actually surprised by the gentleness of his big brother. Raphael's huge, strong hands are slow, soft, delicate; carefully pulling any remnants of glass out with a pair of fine tweezers. Mikey winces initially, but stays still otherwise. This is starting to remind him of the labs... he zones out as Raph tends to his cuts.

"...Mikey? Mikey," he hears.

Mikey blinks back to reality. His hand is bandaged.

"Oh, hi Raph," he murmurs. "Thanks."

"No problem, that's what big brothers do. Now, can you tell me why you punched the mirror?"

"I was trying to punch Instinct..."

"So, because you couldn't punch a voice in your head, you punched a reflection of yourself?" Raph surmises. "Makes sense."

"I know it sounds stupid..."

"Not really," Raph shrugs. "I used to do the same thing."

Mikey looks up and slowly recalls moments from his childhood where Raph would get so frustrated that he'd obliterate things with a single punch. Walking into bathrooms where the mirror had been cracked and taped over in a feeble attempt to fix it or cover it up.

"...Really?"

"Oh yeah," Raph says with a nod as he leans against the wall. "Raph had a hard time not listening to intrusive thoughts, and they make him really angry. I used to get so mad after Savage Raph would attack you guys. Do you remember Savage Raph?"

Mikey does, actually. Flickering images of his biggest brother growling, his eyes whited over and his teeth bared. Barbecuing villains in a sewer tunnel, attacking his brothers, calling them 'sewer monsters'.

"...Yes, Mikey -- I remember." Mikey looks up hopefully at him. "How did you stop it?"

"I can't say I've stopped it," Raph admits. "I still have moments when I almost lose control, times when my thoughts start to turn against me. But I've learned how to fight against those thoughts, take them captive before they take me captive."

"Why can't I do that?" Mikey asks.

"You can, though!" Raph assures him brightly. "Mikey, you're the one who taught me how to do that!"

"Mikey did that?"

"Yeah, bud!"

"But... I can't remember, I don't know..." Mikey pauses to think, before looking up hopefully at Raph. "Will you teach me again?"

Raphael smiles and cups Mikey's cheek.

"Absolutely. That's what brothers do."

He's not your brother anymore.

"Shut up!" Mikey growls, squeezing his eyes closed, and pressing his knuckles against his temples.

He feels Raph lift his face up. He gently opens his eyes and looks at Raph's concerned expression.

"What did Instinct say?"

"...That we're not brothers..."

"Well, that's 100% a lie," Raph says. "So just tell him that."

"But he'll fight back --"

"Then you fight back, too!" Raph encourages. "Say it out loud. Tell him he's wrong."

Mikey swallows and feels a little embarrassed, but he follows.

"Y-you're wrong."

No.

"Now tell him he's a liar."

Mikey fidgets.

"You're a liar."

What are you -- why are you listening to him? He doesn't know what he's talking about --

"Tell him you won't listen to him anymore."

I'M THE ONE WHO KEPT YOU ALIVE!

"But Instinct --"

"No, Mikey. You can't listen to him anymore. He's not helping you, he's not doing anything for you. He only wants to confuse you and hurt you. So what do we do with things that lie and hurt?"

"...We get rid of them?"

"Exactly. So tell him he's not welcome anymore."

NO!

"You're not welcome anymore, Instinct."

DO YOU REALIZE HOW STUPID YOU SOUND?! DO YOU KNOW HOW RIDICULOUS --

"And every time he tries to talk again, every time he tries to lie or make you feel bad, you ignore him. Confront him. He only tells you lies, so you can always defeat him."

Mikey nods, determination bubbling up inside of him.

"Instinct isn't welcome," he annouces.

Stop this.

"Louder!" Raph encourages.

You fool --

"Instinct isn't welcome!"

YOU CAN'T --

"Even louder, buddy!" Raph shouts.

YOU WRETCHED LITTLE --

"INSTINCT IS NOT WELCOME! MIKEY IS NOT GOING TO LISTEN TO INSTINCT ANYMORE!!"

It's quiet.

"...I... I think I did it," Mikey heaves. "I think I... I think he's gone! I can't hear him!"

Raph cheers with Mikey, and pulls him into a bear hug.

"I knew you could do it! And if he ever tries to weasel his way back in, just tell him off and tell him what for! And remember, he'll only tell you lies to make you feel bad. But they are NEVER true. And you can use that against him."

Mikey squeezes Raph around the neck as he laughs. He feels... free. A strange kind of freedom, one he hasn't felt even after leaving the labs.

It feels good.

"So... now what?" Mikey asks.

"Now we go to bed," Raph yawns, prompting another laugh from Michelangelo. "Though, your room is kinda trashed now, so you probably shouldn't sleep in there..."

"Turtle pile?" Mikey suggests, going into puppy-eyes mode.

"Absolutely," Raph nods, hoisting Mikey back onto his shoulders and taking him out and into their brothers' bedrooms to get them all together again.

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hopefulromances · 2 years ago

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could you write A belly being used as a pillow by a friend/partner. Even if they’re hanging out in a group with jamie and she/her reader please?

Who's idea it was to have a team movie night in the rec room of the hotel Jamie'll never know. Oh wait, yes he did. It was Sam Obisanya. He'd have to remember to kill him later.

But that's how they ended up, throwing the chairs and tables aside in order to make a giant pillow and blanket nest on the floor for the whole team to enjoy. The coaches sat in the back of the room, laughing fondly as the boys got comfortable. Jamie found his spot near the back of the group, Laying on the ground with a pillow propping up his head.

That's when you came in. Jamie's best friend. Jamie's long time friend who he'd pined over since he met her. Rebecca's top assistant who knew what everyone wanted before they wanted it. Except the fact that Jamie wanted you more than anything else in the world.

You made eye contact with Jamie and sent him a wave as you made your way in his direction. Jamie felt butterflies fluttering around his stomach as you smiled at him.

"Alright, what's the movie tonight?" You asked as you sat down on the floor next to him.

"Oh, uh..." Jamie tried to make it seem like he was looking anywhere but you. "I think Ted said something about Finding Nemo?"

"Finding Nemo? Does he want us all to cry?" You chuckled knowing that was exactly what they wanted.

The lights dimmed not long after, signifying the start of the movie. You shifted uncomfortably, trying find your seating but failing. He knew you had a bad back and hated sitting on the ground because it always hurt your lower back.

"Do you mind if I lay down?" You whispered to him. He shrugged, nodding and going to make room for you to lay next to him. What he didn't expect was for you to lay down on top of him. You used his stomach as a pillow, turning to face the screen, not even looking at him.

Jamie held his breath, holding as still as possible trying not to disrupt you. He carefully placed a hand on your waist, hoping it didn't disturb you. You didn't make any visual signs of discomfort from the feeling so Jamie kept his hand there.

He stayed still, as still as he could, not even watching the movie anymore. Just staring at you as you laid on him.

"Jamie, I can feel you looking at me." you whispered to him. You rolled over so you were facing him. He gazed down at you, still too afraid to even make a noise. You sat up in his lap, now staring at him eye to eye. You were so close to each other, noses just inches apart.

Jamie felt himself look down at your lips then back up again. You stared at him, a smile coming over your lips. You leaned in so your noses were touching, before murmuring, "Is this okay?"

Jamie nodded, bringing a hand up to cup the back of your neck and pulling you the rest of the way into him. You took a deep inhale as you kissed him back. Whatever was happening on the screen was lost to the two of you for the rest of the night. Jamie decided he'd have to find Sam and thank him later.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso show #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt fanfiction #drabble #fluff

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chershire23 · 9 months ago

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What, he's adorable!

Rodimus was walking around base bored outta his processor. Optimus practically grounded him to base for a while after he and Miko's last stunt together. He doesn't understand though he's a Prime for crying out loud and Miko was just fine on the battle field with them. After all he had her safely tucked away in his subspace and she could watch all the action through a screen he provided her with while inside. But it doesn't do one well to dwell on the past for too long. He soon spots Raf the youngest of his human friends working on his computer.(when wasn't he working on the thing?)

“Hey Raffy boy! How's it going?” He asks a smile on his face as he leans down to see over Rafs shoulder to look at what the boy was doing. “Hey Rodimus, I'm just doing a project for some extra credit for a college class I'm taking. And please don't call me that its the same thing Vince calls me when he picks on me.” Raf says adjusting his glasses. “Huh, want me to rough him up for you?” Rodimus asks with a smirk, making Raf giggle a little. “I can handle Vince, besides you don't want to get into anymore trouble with Optimus than you already are.” Raf says turning back to his computer to begin typing once more.

“Oh come on whos he gonna tell about a giant robot that beat him up without ending up in one of your human psych wards?” Rodimus asks standing up straight to gesture to himself. He settles down afterwards and leans against the platform Rafs on his head laying atop his folded arms. “I have another question for you as well kid. Why do you take all these high level classes. No offense or anything but everyone knows how smart you are, your practically a real life young Sheldon. Without all the cowardice and spoiled attitude of course.” Rodimus says a soft yet curious smile now coming over his features.

Raf loses a bit of his smile before shaking his head. “Well when you live in a family as big as mine you have to do everything in your power just to be seen.” He says his voice filled with a hint of sadness. “And how big is your family exactly?” Rodimus asks as he picks up his head giving the boy his full attention. “I'm the youngest out of five children. And while there are families almost three times as big its still hard to get my parents attention at times.” he explains a frown having taken over his face. “So that's why I do all this stuff and take all these extra classes. So that I can one make my parents proud and be able to have their attention, even if it's just for a minute.” He explains.

“Now I gotta get back to work on this its due on monday.” Raf says before turning all his attention back to his work. Rodimus stands up his eye narrowed in thought. “Huh, well then I just might have to fix that.” he breaths out softly to himself.

(Time skip)

Bumblebee was in all honesty worried and confused it was almost time to take Raf home and he couldn't find his tiny friend anywhere. He makes it back to the common room and sees Rodimus leaning against the wall looking way to smug for anything to be good. “Rodimus, you wouldn't happen to know where Raf is would you?” Bee asks him his beeping tone low with suspicion. “Huh Raf? No I uh, I haven't seen him Bee sorry.” Rodimus says as he avoids looking into the slightly younger bots eyes. Bee narrows his eyes as he watches Rodimus’ arms seemingly tighten around his chest. Right in front of his subspace.

Bee lets out a sigh before holding out a hand. “Let him out and hand him over Rodimus I Have to take him home now.” He beeps in frustration. “Oh come on wouldn't you like to keep Raf here at base with us? In fact wouldn't it be safer for all the humans to remain here with us. I mean Raf just told me his family barely pays any attention to him. So why don't we be his new family hmm?” Rodimus inquires trying to get Bee on bored with his plan. Bee just shakes his head and thrusts his hand forward agian. “Now Rodimus before I get Optimus involved.” He angrily beeps and Rodimus sighs loudly. “Fine but in my defense he's too adorable to not want to adopt.” He pouts and inside his subspace he releases Raf from the seat belts and opens it up to let him out.

Bumblebee takes Raf from Rodimus with a glare and cradles the boy protectively to his chest. “What can you blame me? He's adorable! Rodimus exclaims at a retreating Bee. Raf despite being a little shaken was very very amused.

thank you @callsign-relic for helping me pick a prompt! I would have had it done sooner if I hadn't had to help my mom convince my dad to go to the ER after he quite literally got yeeted through the window of a mini excavator. He should be ok but you never know with my dad as he likes to hide injuries when he feels there is work to be done.

#transformers prime #rodimus prime #Raf Tfp #Bumblebee tfp #Rodimus is a little shit #Raf is baby #Transformers

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starsurfacemortalkombat · 11 months ago

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This fic is actually based off this post made by @counting-sheeps-n-bunnies !! :D

I thought their art was really cute and the third one gave me an idea. :>

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Kung Lao & Raiden w/ CG Liu Kang

If anyone asked either Raiden or Kung Lao, there technically was a responsible adult in the room.

Who was the responsible adult? . . . Well he wasn't currently an adult, but Kung Lao was big enough to watch the both of them! He was in a big kid headspace, so he could easily watch himself and Raiden, who was tiny tiny right now.

Now, big kid headspace did kinda mean 4-5, but that wasn't the matter. He could still watch a baby, he did before!

. . . Plus if Liu Kang knew, he'd lecture them! Not meanly or rudely, more out of concern. He knew that if both boys were stressed enough, they both regressed incredibly tiny. Like, really tiny. . . . And maybe some crying.

Neither boys wanted scolding, but Liu Kang was just so busy and they didn't wanna bother him!! And he was training Johnny and Kenshi, so they couldn't call them either. And Madam Bo was all the way back in Fengjian.

Kung Lao eyed Raiden, who was laying beside him.

Although unlike Kung Lao, Raiden seemed so sleepy!! His eyes kept drooping and he kept jumping himself awake.

Why? 'Cause they were playing with Kung Lao's awesome train set!

Or, Kung Lao was playing with his trainset. Raiden was snuggling up with a blanket, halfway falling asleep.

Kung Lao didn't like the fact that his friend was trying to stay up when he was clearly sleepy. Bigger him would be able to coax him into a nap. But he wasn't exactly big . . . But as the bigger regressor, he had to do something about it!

Kung Lao rolled onto his back, closer to Raiden, "Psssh, Ray, you wanna go ni ni?"

"Hm?" Raiden hummed, looking at him. "No tanks."

"But you look sleepy!" Kung Lao argued, his paci falling out of his mouth and onto the floor. He frowned, but didn't grab it. Liu Kang said not to touch them if they fell. Right now he was focusing on Raiden! "You should go nap on the bed!"

Raiden whined, laying his head on the ground. His body felt heavy, he didn't wanna get up! He wanted his Dada to come over and pick him up. He usually did when he was feeling sleepy. But Liu wasn't here, he was helping Johnny and Kenshi with silly, silly training.

Kung Lao looked confused, "Why not, Ray?"

"Sleepy," Raiden shrugged.

"Then you should to go bed!" Kung Lao encouraged.

"No!" Raiden fussed. "Paying!"

Oh, he wanted to play with Kung lao more! And his awesome train set. Kung Lao understood, he wanted to play more too.

But Raiden was littler than her, and he should take a nap. Dada would tell him to take a nap.

But how could he get Raiden to the bedroom while still playing?

Hmm . . .

"Choo choo sleep train!" Kung Lao smiled, trying to roll Raiden. He was going to roll Raiden to the bedroom! A perfect plan! "We gonna go to the bedroom!"

Raiden giggled a bit, but rolled away so Kung Lao couldn't move him.

"I- Ray!" Kung Lao pouted. That was a brilliant idea! And Raiden just ruined it! "Don't move, gonna bring you to the room."

"No wanna," Raiden mumbled, hiding his face into the blanket.

"No's my favorite word, Ray," Kung Lao huffed. "You can't take it from me."

". . . No," Raiden smiled secretly.

"You're such a pain, Ray-!"

Suddenly, there was a knock at their dorm room door. Raiden had made sure to lock it before regressing. Who could it be?

"Kung Lao? Raiden?" Liu Kang called for them. "Are you in there?"

"We gotta hide!" Kung Lao gasped, throwing the blanket over Raiden's head. Best hiding spot there was! Who was going to check under a blanket? "Dada's gonna lecture us, Ray!"

"Kung Lao? I hear you in there," Liu Kang called again. "Can I come in please?"

"Nuh-uh!" Kung Lao called back. "I not here!"

Raiden whispered, "Busted."

Kung Lao shot him a glare. Not that Raiden could see it through the blanket, but he giggled nevertheless.

"Are you sure?" Liu Kang crossed his arms. "Is this a tape recording or are you lying?"

Kung Lao grumbled. He totally was busted! He didn't want to lie and he that he wasn't here. But he didn't want to get scolded at either. Liu Kang was being mean, pulling that card on him.

"You stay shh, I'll deal with Dada," Kung Lao patted the blanket, that nodded in response. Kung Lao fixed the blanket so it was covering all of Raiden before hopping up.

Kung Lao opened the door, looking a bit sheepish as Liu Kang's arm cross. But Liu Kang's expression was soft . . Maybe they could get away with no scolding?

"Hi Dada!" Kung Lao smiled. ". . . Bye Dada!"

Kung Lao tried to close the door, but Liu Kang's foot stopped it, earning a pout from the boy as Liu Kang walked inside.

"Do we slam doors in people's faces?" Liu Kang asked, receiving a very quick headshake. "Well then hello to you too," Liu Kang smiled. "You did a very good job locking the door."

"Ray did it!" Kung Lao said, going to point at the blanket but instead crossing his arms. Liu Kang didn't miss the motion. ". . . Sorry for slamming the door on you."

"It's alright. Where is Raiden?"

"He's hiding!" Kung Lao said with pride. He put Raiden in a great hiding position!

Liu Kang looked at the giggly blanket bundle on the floor. It was so, so obvious. But he didn't want to make Kung Lao or Raiden sad . . .

Liu Kang gave Kung Lao a soft smile, "Well he's hiding very well, could you lead me to him?"

". . . I don't know where he's hiding?" Kung Lao tried to lie, which quickly got met with an unimpressed eyebrow raised. He looked at the floor defeated, pointing to the blanket. He knew if he kept this up he'd probably get a timeout. "He's under there."

Liu Kang knelt beside Raiden, moving the blanket back so reveal his head. Raiden smiled behind his paci, seeming to be caught. Liu Kang smiled as well, kissing Raiden's head. Raiden wiggled happily before resting his head on the blanket.

"You look tired, Little One," Liu Kang said, scratching Raiden's hair.

"I told him to take a nap, Dada!" Kung Lao said, leaning over Liu Kang's shoulder. "He didn't listen!"

"No," Raiden huffed, shaking his head.

"And he stole my favorite word!" Kung Lao pouted.

"You don't own the word, Lao," Liu Kang patted Kung Lao's head, receiving a huff. "How about I get this one down for a nap and we can have some playtime?"

"Pay!" Raiden gasped, sitting up and pointing to himself. "Wan'!"

"He wanted to stay up to play wif the choo choo, Dada," Kung Lao informed Liu Kang.

"Oh, I see," Liu Kang, put his hand on his chin, as if thinking. "What a predicament we have here."

Raiden whined, making grabby hands for Liu Kang. The God quickly got the message, picking Raiden up. Raiden rested his head on Liu Kang's shoulder, struggling to keep his eyes open.

"So we can all play together?" Kung Lao asked Liu Kang exciednly. Maybe Raiden wasn't thaaaat sleepy!

"No, Raiden here is going down for a nap," Liu Kang said, receiving another whine. "I know, but we're going to play some baby games before bed."

Kung Lao frowned, he didn't wanna play baby games! He was too big for that! Couldn't Liu Kang see that?

Liu Kang winked as Kung Lao before walking out of the room, Raiden fussing the entire way about how he didn't wanna sleep and wanted to play more. Kung Lao quickly understood that baby games meant that he was going to brush Raiden's hair, read him a story, and lul him to sleep until Raiden physically couldn't stay up anymore.

He assumed Raiden was just getting cranky anyways, 'cause it was past naptime.

Kung Lao happily laid back on the floor with his train set. Him and Liu Kang were going to have big kid playtime! Maybe they could go outside and play tag? Or have a small picnic?

It wasn't long before Liu Kang came back into the room. Kung Lao looked up at him, Raiden wasn't with him, "Rai okay?"

"A bit of a hissy fit, but he's asleep now," Liu Kang said before stopping. ". . . Kung Lao, why is there crayon on the wall?"

Kung Lao looked behind him. Oh . . . He forgot about that. Kung Lao couldn't find any paper, but he had crayons! And the wall looked so empty! So of course he had to give it some color!

". . . Ray did it!" Kung Lao quickly pointed to the room Raiden was sleeping in.

Liu Kang crossed his arms, giving a look that looked unamused and unimpressed.

". . . He helped," Kung Lao shrugged, looking at the floor.

That wasn't a lie, Raiden saw Kung Lao drawing and he did help out.

"Great, then you can help me clean it off," Liu Kang said, going to grab some babywipes or a wet cloth.

"What?! Dada no!" Kung Lao began to fuss. "Couldn't find any paper and the wall looked so sad and-"

"Should we do a small timeout for lying about, what was it . . . three? Four times?" Liu Kang asked, putting his hands on his hips. "How long would you say?"

Kung Lao grimaced, now he was just being mean. The smile on Liu Kang's face seemed evil. The timeout wouldn't be long, maybe seven minutes most. But he didn't just want to sit there either.

". . . I wanna clean Raiden's stuff," Kung Lao said, standing up.

Raiden didn't press the crayon as hard on the wall. So it should come off easier . . . hopefully.

He went to grab his paci-

"Ah!" Liu Kang motioned him over. "Hand it."

"Wasn't gonna use it!" Kung Lao whined, waddling over. Liu Kang kissed his temple, grabbing the pacifier to go wash it off. Kung Lao grumbled behind him, "Being all mean today!"

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@counting-sheeps-n-bunnies art is super cute, so check them out!! :D

(Also I'm gonna start posting Hcs soon, I swear!! <3)

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mjrtaurus · 2 months ago

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Part 2 !

Robin doesn’t think much of monkey d dragon at first,

That being said she doesn’t even get to meet him until 3 months into her two year stay.

At first impressions go, it could be better.. she walks into a meeting room and is met with loud argument.

Sabo is yelling and crying and Dragon is just standing there.

When Dragon speaks it’s in a low gutteral voice that almost seems unreal. “You don’t want to hear my reasons you want to be angry. Even then I don’t think hearing my reasons would make you less angry.”

Sabo storms off.

Dragon then looks at her, “ah” he says very intelligently.

What he did next someone else would describe as ‘fleeing’ but Robin was gracious enough to label it a ‘tactical retreat’

From there Robin learned two things Dragon was the most awkward man she had ever met and she for whatever reason. Enjoyed his company.

“You look like your mother.” He stated one random Tuesday while she poured over charts trying to figure out where her crew was. She simply nodded, she had been told that most of her life.

“That scrunch.” Dragon continued, “between the eyes, she did the same thing. Actually she did it so much she had a tan line.” There’s a whisper of amusement in his voice.

Of course in this nice moment of shared history Robin decides to ruin it. She looks him dead in the eye and with the calmest voice she has says “father? Is that you?”

Dragon chokes, folds in half and lets out a wheezing laugh. This makes Robin hide a smile, that’s the other thing she enjoys. Dragon likes her sense of humour.

She remembers her dad, well she remembers the sound of a heart monitor and shaky hands. But that doesn’t matter much now.

Her amusement turns to concern as Dragon starts to cough and he doesn’t stop. She’s just about to make a stretcher made out arms when he raises a hand.

Dragon takes a deep breath, “I’m ok.” He looks down at her with a small smile, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you Robin.”

His smile grows, making his eyes crinkle and.. oh

That’s where luffy got his smile from.

It isn’t exactly the same of course, Dragons mouth is more heart shaped, his face more angular but the whoosh of warmth. Of knowing that you are safe now. That was inherited it seems.

As weird as it is she can’t help but compare him to sir Crocodile, she’s now known two giant men with fearsome reputations.

While Crocodile was built with power, thick and imposing. Dragon was much more slender, even skinny (though she couldn’t be sure with the 10 layers the man seemed to wear)

Both of them wore layers, suits and polished shoes. Bulky cloaks and worn combat boots.

Crocodile had grace, dragon walked into the same doorframe twice in one day.

Both of them swore.

In her opinion Dragon was a lot more colourful.

She also hopes the feelings don’t happen again because really how cliche would that be?

Robin thinks her captains dad is sick, she doesn’t have any proof at the moment. But.

She has heard Iva threatening a feeding tube more than once, the cough attacks he sometimes gets and the fact he goes to the medics every two weeks for a bout an hour.

She decidedly slipped in one day partly for info gathering partly because she’s nosy. (Not that she’d admit that under death)

Dragon lays on the ground, an IV running into his arm while he seemingly takes a nap.

There’s a pause before Robin takes a seat beside him. “Are you dying?” She asks.

“Highly doubtful.” Comes the hoarse reply.

He doesn’t offer any more and Robin decides it’s really not her business. But she stays nonetheless.

Robin lives in a fucking cliche, not by her choice mind you.

It was summer and the base was HOT, like boiling your own tears hot.

She had been minding her own business, when dragon had ambled up to the water well and took off his cloak.

And rolled up his sleeves.

And by god Robin did not know that scarred, veiny, hairy forearms did it for her but here we are.

If the heat doesn’t kill her the mortification will.

(Part 3 mayhaps?)

(I’m eatin’ this up. I’m horkin’ it down. I’m giving all of my compliments to the chef.)

He’s about as graceful as an emu on a sheet of ice. She wonders if that scar- that she thought was a tattoo at first- has impaired his vision in such a way that his depth perception is a bit off.

Not the case, but it did contribute.

The threats of medical procedures, the IVs, the coughing, even that rough, deep voice of his that rattled her down to the bone… all of it could very easily circle back to a thin little scar she would sometimes see peeking out from over that orange scarf of his.

Well… at least he wasn’t dying. Iva would put their heeled foot down long before he got that bad off.

Some snooping around with a bloomed eye here and there (normal behavior for her) reveals to her that he’s much more sociable with the carrion birds that call the near colorless badlands of Baltigo their home than he is with the people he leads. Correction: he’s better at being sociable with the carrion birds than he is with people. He tries. He really does. He’s just not the best at it.

It’s rather endearing, really.

All of that awkwardness- social and physical- turn off like a switch at the training grounds. He doesn’t stick to any particular style, but flows almost cat-like between so many that it all might as well be his own. His devil fruit only makes rare appearances in sparring matches, and that’s probably for good reason. The only time she saw him use it was in a sparring match with Sabo, and half the field needed reparations.

She promises she’s only watching to learn how he fights. She’s just filling out information blocks in her head for future reference.

It has nothing to do with him slowly but surely stripping off his top layers as the heat gets to him, all two hundred and fifty-six centimeters of him rippling with lean muscle, dusted with coarse hair, marked with more scars than she can count…

And then he face-plants just as soon as he steps off the field.

Oh dear…

Oh dear, oh dear…

How is she going to reason and logic and morbid humor her way out of this one?

#one piece #nico robin #monkey d dragon #sabo #ryuhana #dragon x robin #Dragon is NOT Robin’s dad #taurus answers

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fanfoolishness · 1 year ago

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Hello lovely! Adoring your blog!

Can I request something for your drabble post?

Was thinking (in keeping with current events lol)

Crosshair and Omega and 'Eclipse, Goggles'.

Maybe some fluffy angst about trauma bonding by watching an eclipse through Tech's spare goggles? 😭😅

Thank you! X

thank you so much for the prompt! This ended up being quite a bit longer than a drabble - nearly 1K. Enjoy!

under sun and shade

Omega and Crosshair share memories of Tech on a sunny day.

He finds her under the shade of a vast spreading tree, sunlight streaming through gaps in the leaves and catching in her golden hair. Batcher frisks beside him, then lets out a happy bark, charging to Omega’s side and rolling on the ground beside her. Omega pats her absently, then squints up at him.

”Hi, Crosshair.”

”You weren’t at lunch. I told Hunter I’d check on you.”

She gives him a wan smile. “You both worry too much.”

He raises his eyebrows. This from the kid who’d been kidnapped by bounty hunters and the Empire, who still had the Empire after her. “I’m not sure we worry enough.”

She chuckles a little, but it’s nothing like the laugh he’s gotten used to. Crosshair frowns, leaning against the trunk of the tree. His shadow blocks the dappled sunlight playing over her hair and face. A guilty look crosses her face, and then he realizes what she’s holding.

Tech’s broken goggles.

He goes cold, despite the sunny day.

“I just…” She hangs her head. “I miss him, Crosshair. I thought maybe I’d go and think about him for a while.”

Crosshair swallows. He’s not sure what to do here. She left them to go off by herself. Is he supposed to let her be? “I can… leave you alone.”

Her face twists to one side. She’s crying silently, trying not to show it. For a moment he almost does leave — he’d want to be alone, if it were him (wouldn’t he?). But that doesn’t feel right. He sinks down to the ground beside her and reaches out, stiffly patting her on the back.

She curls up under his arm so quickly he’s taken by surprise. He shifts his arm, brings her a little closer. It’s strange, feeling like a shelter, like he’s… safe, for her. The chill in his chest fades.

”Don’t you miss him, too?” she whispers.

”Yes,” says Crosshair. “Of course.” A muscle works in his throat. He closes his eyes, blinking back a sudden sting. “Did he like it here?”

Omega laughs, though she still sounds teary. “I think so. I was remembering how he recorded all the birds. Not just their calls, but everything to do with them — how their wings sounded when they flew, the sounds of the bugs they liked to eat, the noises their babies made. He used to sit right here recording sometimes. Then he’d play them back for me, telling me all their names.” She lets out a long breath. “I think talking about him helps.”

Scenes flash before him. Tech in their quarters back on Kamino, acting out every new plan that came into his brilliant mind. The confident little smile he’d get, pulling off something insanely clever. His voice rising with excitement when figuring out the twists and turns of a new language. Understanding you does not mean that I agree with you.

Crosshair opens his eyes, looking out at the distant sea, the sunlight shimmering on the waves. “Did he ever tell you about the eclipse on Ryloth?”

”No,” she says, scooting closer to him. He squeezes her shoulder.

“I was on watch. Hunter and Wrecker were laying low, resting up for a night mission. Tech was supposed to be, but he joined me. He wouldn’t stop talking about an eclipse by the largest moon.”

“An eclipse? During your mission?”

“It was very rare. He knew exactly how rare, of course.” Crosshair smiles slightly at the memory, though he’d been irritated by Tech’s chatter about the stages of the eclipse and Ryloth’s five moons and the fact that only the largest moon could initiate a total eclipse.

“Of course.” Omega looks up at him, curious, her eyes dry. “What was it like?”

“Strange,” Crosshair admits. “The light went wrong. We’d been on Ryloth for two weeks. I thought I knew the place. Until totality approached, and everything fell dark. And quiet.”

His arms prickle with goosebumps. It’s still such a powerful memory, the shift in the light’s register, the deep unreal shadows descending upon the world before them, the noises he’d gotten used to in the distance faltering into silence. And then Tech beside him, voice hushed: “Totality. It will last for six point two minutes, and this planet will not see such a spectacle again for thirty years. We will have no other chance to see this event on this world in our lifetimes -- now, Crosshair! Look!”

Crosshair shivers. “We’d seen a lot of the galaxy by then. But that stays with me. It was… beautiful. And Tech wanted me to see it with him.”

He tries to describe it to Omega, though his halting words are nothing like as clear as the memory he still carries. The image flares in his mind once more, the sun a black upon black disk, a white halo of hazy corona swirling and shifting around its borders, its light not moonlight or sunlight but something else entirely. He’d drunk it in, goosebumps rippling on his arms. And then he turned to Tech, whose brown eyes were wide and unblinking behind his goggles, his face shining, transported. “It is…” Tech paused, then shook his head, gazing up at the corona. “It is beyond my ability to describe.”

Crosshair had just nodded. “I think I know what you mean.”

They didn’t get to talk much about it after; the mission had taken precedence, and then there was the next mission, and the mission after that. But every time it came to mind, his arms prickled, and he remembered Tech, his face glowing.

Omega shifts beside him, and he’s back on Pabu, on a bright sunny day beneath the shade of a drowsing tree. She pulls away from his embrace, looking down at the goggles in her hands.

“I like that story, Crosshair.”

He takes a deep breath. Perhaps talking does help.

“I do, too.”

#crosshair tbb #tech tbb #omega tbb #crosshair the bad batch #tech the bad batch #omega the bad batch #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #season 3 #eclipse #i did not see 2024 in totality #but i did see 2017 #and those goosebumps i still get every time are real #my batcher fic

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yunhohours · 2 years ago

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CIX: Top 5 Kinks

request: could i request cix kinks? 🤪

p.s. the kinks are not necessarily in order

p.p.s. can we get a round of applause for me for not giving every cix member a pet play kink thank u

byounggon

overstimulation (receiving) - he will whine the entire time but he wants you to keep touching him until he’s shaking and crying. he needs that fairly regularly. bonus points because he gets the best sleep of his life afterwards.

praise - this one goes both ways. he needs to know he’s doing a good job and he’s gonna tell you how good of a job you’re doing even if it’s barely intelligible and peppered with breathy moans! he gets so kittenlike under your praise it’s so cute </3

somnophilia - loves to be woken up inside you whether it’s your mouth or your cunt. he’s so sensitive it feels so good!! :( he won’t be the one to wake you or do any of the work for that matter, but he will be the best and prettiest pillow prince for you.

face sitting - smother him. he’ll let you. he’ll ask for it. his eyes are rolling into the back of his head even though his eyes are closed because my god, he must be the luckiest person in the world to have his tongue deep inside you while you hold onto his hair for dear life. lovessss how messy he gets.

handjobs - there’s just something special about a good ol’ handjob for gon. it’s like all the times he fucked his own fist and tried to imagine your hand instead except now it’s real. he also likes how easily you can give him one. one slip of your hand down his boxers and it’s game on.

seunghun

mutual masturbation - seunghun is no stranger to his own fist. they’re best friends. so, naturally, he loves to get himself off while watching you pleasure yourself for his view. it’s the prettiest thing he can imagine. he loves to instruct you on how to touch yourself for him. his ego loves when you listen.

dumbification - ohhh my god when you’re head empty only seunghun? his life goal. he gets so fucking cocky and can’t wipe the smirk off of his face when your words start failing you because he’s making you feel so good and he just has to rub it in. aww, can’t talk to me? no lights on in that little head anymore?

marking - seunghun is possessive. we all know that. does not want you to look at another man, does not want another man to look at you. but if other men must look at you, he’d like to leave behind some reminders on your skin that you’re his. and he likes to wear yours too. bonus points because every time he sees them, he’s reminded of exactly how they were made.

filming - similarly to what i mentioned with mutual masturbation, seunghun likes to be your director. he’ll film you, telling you to do this and pose like that for the camera. he likes making a creative little memory of your time between the sheets together. he will make you watch them with him whenever the urge strikes.

make up sex - seunghun likes to prove himself. there’s no better time to do that than when he’s got some ground to make up with you. sex after a fight ignites a special kind of ambition within him that he can’t quite channel otherwise. it’s always the most spectacular sex that feels more like a wet dream because irl sex has never been that good. ever.

yonghee

edging - yonghee is so mean in the sweetest way possible. he will coo at you and lay the thickest fake pity on you while he keeps bringing you just to the brink of orgasm, letting it die, and then starting again. he’ll be disgustingly sweet about it at the same time, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face and telling you how pretty you look for him and how well you’re doing.

phone sex - yonghee enjoys making you squirm and the fact that he can accomplish that just with his voice is… <3 he doesn’t usually engage in it planning to find his own pleasure, but sometimes he can’t help himself when he hears how breathy your voice gets or your little whines on the other end of the phone.

pet play - oh, you are yonghee’s kitten. he will not be shy to fully indulge. you’ll have kitten ears, a collar, a tail. he’ll scratch your head and call you to his lap. when he senses that you’re needy, he’ll refer to it as purring. what’s that? are you purring for me, kitten?

thigh riding - yonghee wants to take care of you okay :( sometimes it may not be the most feasible to take your clothes off or do anything that requires too much time or effort. in those times, he’ll help you get off on his thigh to hold you over. he won’t even be mean about it. he’ll guide you with his hands so you don’t have to do anything but feel good for him. he also very much loves watching how you only need his thigh to fall apart so he will still sometimes do this even if you have plenty ability to do more

finger sucking/fucking - just consider this the category for all things involving yonghee’s fingers. he loves to finger you because he can usually do so any time anywhere and just watch your face morph from the pleasure he’s giving you. he likes how obediently you suck on his fingers and he’ll sometimes stop you from talking/disagreeing with him by filling your mouth with a finger. shh shh shh, open.

jinyoung

oral sex (giving) - jinyoung loves going down on you because he can get lost in it. he easily learns how you react to even the most minor stimulation and he gets a bit competitive with himself about it. sometimes he wants to make you cum faster than last time, sometimes he wants to see if he can make you louder this time.

cockwarming - he wouldn’t like this idea initially upon learning about it, but when he thinks about how he can use it to drive you crazy… he loves it. he has a surprising amount of patience so he’ll sit you on his cock and wait for you to start squirming and begging him for more. then he’ll act like you’re just so incredibly needy, tsking at you as he gives you what you both want.

hair pulling (receiving) - he’d probably never be able to put into words why he loves it when you pull his hair, but he does. to the point that when you pull his hair, his eyes will sometimes roll into the back of his head. he has to recenter himself every time because it’s like he gets pulled out of his own body.

morning sex - jinyoung can get in his own head more often than he’d like and sometimes that can put a lot of unnecessary pressure on sex for him. morning sex is good for him because he’s usually still too foggy to overthink. he’s able to operate instinctively and starting the day with good sex will leave him in a more positive headspace for the rest of the day.

restraints (receiving) - similarly to the last one, being restrained forces jinyoung to let go. if he can’t see or touch you, he can’t place much pressure on himself. additionally, he gets very excited and sensitive to even the smallest of touches when you’re calling all the shots. give him head while he’s cuffed and blindfolded and you’ll never be able to think about anything else.

hyunsuk

quickies - hyunsuk loves quickies for a few reasons: 1) he usually gets to fuck the soul out of you for the sake of time and 2) they sometimes happen in places you two should probably not be fucking in the first place.

creampie - letting hyunsuk cum inside you is like telling him he won the lottery. he will never get used to the feeling of releasing inside you and then watching himself drip from you when he pulls out. his eyes will be transfixed on the sight.

choking - choking or being choked—hyunsuk likes both. he would neeever suggest or attempt to choke you on his own, but if he knew it was something you liked, he’d try it and find that he likes it too. but choke him back. you’ll be able to tell by his eyes and the surprised moan that he loves it.

jealous sex - this one has stipulations but if everything comes together just right, hyunsuk fucking loves jealous sex. for one, the jealousy has to be resolved. if he feels like you’re still making him insecure, this won’t happen. he needs to know there is no actual threat or problem. second, he will not admit that he likes this. but boooooy does he give you the fuck of your life every time! it’s very similar to seunghun and make up sex.

dirty talk - listen, he’d be so shy about this at first. he would not feel confident at all talking dirty to you, but he would know that every time you said something filthy to him, he had to try like hell not to cum right then and there. with time, he’d experiment with doing it more himself, and once he got the hang of it, he’d never look back. you’d never be safe again. in bed, out of bed, in text - he’s making your mouth dry as often as humanly possible.

#the way gon’s section is just so entirely subby #listen #i’m right #th: cix #cix smut #kpop smut

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ggeveryone99 · 2 years ago

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Mutxip's Beginning: Part 5

The next night, he left early to get there before her. To give her a gift the same way she gifted him the fruit. He placed the bracelet made by Neytiri; he tried to do it himself, but it was getting to the point that Neytiri started to pity him and his lack of artisan skills. Kiri also absolutely insisted that he bring what she had made. Although it was apparent a child made it, it was the fact that she understood he was giving gifts to this mysterious girl, and she wanted to as well. In hopes she will become friends with Kiri.

Carefully he places the toy and bracelet on the ground and proceeds to do exactly what she had done before and hide in the high ground.

He sits and waits patiently for her. Ears twitching at each noise and tail flicking languidly behind him, he crouches and watches patiently. The roles have been reversed.

Finally, he hears the familiar rustles of the leaves, and his ears perk up in excitement.

The girl looks at the clearing in confusion; something is already there. She brought fruit again, but it didn’t seem as important as what was before her. Looking around her, she noticed the night air seemed a little calmer. Creatures in the trees above, sleeping peacefully, knowing the Great Mother would care for them. The bugs seemed to have left her alone, not bothering her tail or ears. Even the leaves appeared to not graze harshly against her this time. Instead, caressing her arms like a mother coaxing a child from behind her.

With this newfound courage, she ventures forward into the small clearing. She crouched and put one leg in front of the other, hands keeping her balanced as she slowly moved toward the objects. The ground lit up ever so slightly with her careful steps.

The foreign yet familiar objects gave her a sense of ease. A doll that resembled the great sky beast sat neatly on the ground. Layed next to it is a bracelet made with many stones that remind her of a more peaceful time.

As she got closer, it felt like she couldn’t take her eyes off the bracelet. A magnetic warmth pulled her in to shield her from the cold night. It reminded her of someone she doesn’t remember, only knowing she is missing something. That there is a hole in her chest that was once full. She is unsure what it was full of; she only knows it was where she felt the most comfort. Without it, she feels empty and alone from what she lost. Sure, her protector gives her comfort, but it is not the same. She isn’t sure what it would be, but she knows it is gone.

She is crouched before the items, her tail curled protectively around her, and she caresses the bracelet, almost afraid to grab it if it breaks. Oh, how she longs for what she misses. She craves for the hole in her chest to be poured with something familiar and warm.

She gently grabs the bracelet, gazing at each bead and braid with longing.

At that moment, everything was still. The jungle, the sky, the wind, even his heart when he hears her soft sobs. The child was clinging onto the bracelet and the necklace that had sat on her neck since they met, which seemed to fit an adult much better. Silently he watched as she cried, seemingly unaware of her tears as she kept petting the bracelet and rubbing it against her cheek.

She then turns to caress the toy, using one hand to keep the bracelet against her cheek while the other inspects the small sky beast. She is confused as to why there is a wooden figure resembling the sky beast. What use is there for one – oh.

Using the same movement she used while picking it up, the wings flexed as if the toy were alive. Again, she moves the toy up and down but with less hesitancy. She doesn’t understand why but finds great joy in watching the wings move.

She giggles, and Jake swears he has never heard a more pure, innocent sound. He sits there, stunned and a little emotional. Seeing her go from crying to laughing, jostling the toy around. Essentially playing. He didn't think it would be possible so soon, but it is obvious from this display that she didn't spend her whole life in the jungle. She had a home somewhere; where she made emotional connections. It makes him unbearably sad for the girl.

Without thinking, he jumps down from the tree, and the child silences herself, immediately grabbing her knife and crouching over the items. She growls at the unknown predator, eyes wide and pupils into a pinpoint. Her ears are pinned back, and her tail whips wildly behind her. She tries to locate the predator, trying to seem intimidating, silently hoping it would disappear.

Jake takes his chances at seeing this display from behind the foliage. Slowly he steps forward, moving with his hands raised. Once she sees him, he watches as her entire body relaxes. Her ears perk up, pupils grow wide, and she tilts her head to the side. They both stay there for a moment, just watching each other. Jake doesn't dare take another step forward for fear of her running away. Instead, he slowly sits down crisscrossed and places his hands in his lap while waiting for her decision.

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spadecentral · 2 years ago

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🌅 Sunset | Ortho Shroud

>> requested: absolutely not >> a/n: this was actually really fun to write but now im crying

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: the following years after idia shrouds death >> reader prns: n/a [not reader-insert] >> warning(s): death

Ortho could not bear to look at his brother’s face. He was laying unnaturally on the floating table that Ortho had created, Idia’s hair pinned neatly behind his head. None of the wisps on top of his head were there, all slicked back into a braid underneath the wraps that held his skin in place. There were no women in the family to sing dirges or wail for him. Ortho is the only person left in the Shroud family line, and he still carried the same appearance of a young boy.

There was no one but Ortho at his brother’s Ekphora. He was never one to make many friends, and either way, Ortho didn’t feel like inviting anyone who might still be alive from his brother’s high school years. According to his calendar filled to the brim with their birthdays, all the students from the Shroud brother’s time at Night Raven College should be at least 75 years old now. Ortho followed behind the floating table, watching his brother’s body hover within the air.

He stopped floating next to his brother’s table when it stopped on top of a hill. The hill was tall and steep, and quite far away from the Island of Woe. So far in fact, that it wasn’t even under the Lake of Unknown Depths. This was probably the most amount of time Idia had spent outside, ever. Charging up the bottom of his boots again, Ortho picked up a shovel and started digging. He dug and dug until he had measured out exactly six feet. The deeper it was, the harder his grave would be to rob.

Seeming to know when Ortho was done, the table–along with Idia–floated down into the dirt hole. A reinforced plastic casing came up from the sides of the table, and enclosed Ortho’s brother within it.

He couldn’t help himself. Ortho peeked over the edge of his brother’s grave, and looked at his discolored face for the final time. The desperation in his eyes soon clouded over with grief. Picking the shovel up once again, Ortho slid the dirt on top of his brother’s casket. Ortho tuned out the plopping of the dirt easily, and instead turned his sound sensor’s focus to the whistling of the wind between the blades of grass. The perfect song for his brother’s last day above the ground. Maybe he’d be able to hear it all the time now, instead of the clashing of swords from his computer. The birds chirping was a welcomed sound, Ortho was eager to hear the songs of nature, and not the unnatural shing! of dirt against metal.

When he was finished, the dirt piled higher than it once was, and covered the view of the headstone. Brushing it out to be even with the rest of the hill, all Ortho could do was stare. As the sun came up in front of him, the pink and blue hues in the sky only reminded him further of his brother’s unruly hair.

“Good morning, brother,” his high-pitched voice didn’t sound right to him.

Neither did the silence that followed.

Ortho worked on changes for himself. Physical ones. He wanted to keep the same internal frame his brother had made for him, with the connections to the internet and special destructive capabilities. But instead, he wanted things more like his hair to be changed, or his feet. He wanted feet. And also the ability to feel.

Ortho hid himself in that workspace for years. He barely had any time to run S.T.Y.X., after his brother told him to keep running it. Two years after his brother’s death, Ortho had figured out how to make his hair become longer, switching out his cropped, wisp-like hair for longer, flowy locks that draped just past his shoulder-blades. He was still bombarded with questions by the analysts at S.T.Y.X., who he had trouble with telling to leave him alone, and to do whatever they saw fit.

Six years after his brother’s death, Ortho had finally made his first technomantic foot. It still–surprisingly–allowed him the freedom of floating. But, it also gave him the freedom of shoes. Of feeling dirt between his toes, or listening to the squelch of wet shoes on a tile floor. And three years after that, he had successfully created the other. Two feet of his own.

Quickly dismantling his calves, Ortho attached his two new technomantic appendages. Standing up, Ortho wobbled. Before he could catch himself, Ortho toppled over.

“Brother!” he screamed in a panic, before falling onto his hands and knees. He waited for his brother’s worried rambling, and then his panicked, insecure thoughts about if he was good enough to help his younger brother.

But it never came. The silence did instead, and Ortho’s ears felt too full of it.

His leg wouldn’t move for the second time that day. Stuck within an eternal hell of rust, Ortho tried his best to use the droplets of oil that hadn’t made it out of the can yet to help him move.

One…

Two…

Three…

Not even four specks of oil could make it out of the can. In a moment of despair, Ortho ripped open the can to see if he could scoop any out. But when he brushed his finger along the inside of the metal container, his touch sensors told him it was bone dry. He couldn’t even sigh.

The room he was in was run down and threatening to cave in. S.T.Y.X. had been dismantled over seventy years ago, and everything within the building was outdated, Ortho being the oldest. His hair was tied back into a low ponytail with a rubber band he had happened to find in one of the drawers in the mechanical shop.

Ortho bent his leg manually, doing everything he could to get himself standing. His feet were bare and dirty, cuts running along the bottom of his plastic heel. Floating through the halls, the flying mechanics faltered every couple of minutes, threatening to have him crash to the floor. Ortho passed his brother’s room, the door cracked open slightly like the day Idia had last left it. The room no longer glowed a light blue color, the bulbs had stopped working long before the power died.

Continuing, Ortho found a broken teleporter sitting within the control room. He remembered how to fix it. He remembered everything, actually, but he chose to ignore it instead.

Opening a cupboard, Ortho pulled out the toolbox. The extra weight caused Ortho’s floating mechanisms to fail on him. He collapsed to the floor, but he didn’t call for his brother this time. Ortho’s speakers had failed him not long ago. Pulling himself upright, Ortho heaved the toolbox upward and toward the teleporter.

By the time he was done, the teleporter’s connection was spotty at best. It was running on an old generator that had been stored deep in a closet filled with cobwebs, dust, and holes in the walls. Standing on the teleporter, Ortho shut his eyes as the technology hastily moved him from his spot in the building. Ortho landed on grass. Grass he knew well.

Relying on his flying mechanics once again, Ortho moved himself upwards and to the top of a hill. The tallest hill on the island. All he did was stare down at the top of the hill as the pinks and oranges from the sunset covered his body. Finally, he moved towards the stone slab that vines encased in their own ugly beautifulness.

Ortho almost collapsed onto the dirt as he lowered himself downward, and for a moment, he wished he didn't correct the sensors. Slowly, he sat on the grass, against the rock. As he did so, his eyes flickered closed.

Goodnight, brother, he thought.

And the silence that followed was wonderful.

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countrymusiclover · 1 year ago

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8 - Cuba Beach pt 2

Part 9

Battle of Heart and Mind

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I climbed out the hole that we had made on the side of the submarine. Raven, Morira, Charles and the others on our team came over once they saw it was me. Even members who fought with my father weren’t too far. Charles stepped closest to me looking to see if I was injured. “Did he hurt you?”

“No he didn’t hurt me. Charles, I watched Erik kill him. He…killed him.” I sniffed feeling some tears slipping down my face.

The wind picked up and I jumped seeing my fathers dead body drop down into the sand beside us. Erik came out of the sun hovering off the ground with the helmet still on his head. “Today, our fighting stops! Take off your blinders, brothers and sisters. The real enemy is out there. I can feel their gun moving in the water, their metal targeting us. Americans, Soviets, humans. United in their fear of the unknown. The neanderthal is running scared, my fellow mutants! Go ahead, Charles. Tell me I'm wrong.”

Charles raised his finger to the side of his head but lowered them, sending me a nod that he was in fact right. Whipping my head in the direction of the man who killed my father I begged him knowing this wasn’t right. “Erik, you got your vengeance. That should be enough. Leave the humans out of this.”

“It doesn’t matter, Addison. I was right all along about them. Now it’s their turn to pay.” He declared to me. Turning my head in the direction of the wide no island in sight ocean before us. The ships from the US and the Russians slowly aimed their guns directly in our way exactly like he said they would. The ships fired them off where I screamed covering my ears thinking that we were going to die like this. Thinking that I would never get to really live my life once the rockets blew us into tiny pieces…yet it doesn't happen for some reason.

Charles's voice made me peek one eye open still covering my ears and I remained lowered down on my knees in the sand. “Erik, you said it yourself, we're the better men. This is the time to prove it. There are thousands of men on those ships. Good, honest, innocent men! They're just following orders.”

Erik didn't care, just intensely glaring up at the rockets he had paused in the sky. “I've been at the mercy of men just following orders….Never again.”

“Erik, release them!” Charles raised his voice seeing Erik instead use his power to launch the rockets back at the ships that fired them. Yet he didn't expect his friend to tackle him into the sand. “No!”

The boy's began fighting on the sandy ground of Cuba Beach. Erik held Charles down for a moment. “I don't want to hurt you. Don't make me!” Charles threw some punches and the pair were getting tired until Erik whipped his head around hearing bullets fire in his direction. He used his power dodging them until we heard somebody else cry out.

“Charles!” I cried out where Raven covered her mouth in horror. His body slowly collapsed into the sand and he was holding his lower back in pain from where the bullet had hit.

Erik rushed over using his ability to remove the bullet from his spine. He then glared at the cia woman choking her by the metal dog tag she was wearing around her neck. “You. You did this.”

She choked with tears. “Erik. Please.”

Charles was laying his head in his friend's lap. “She didn't do this, Erik. You did.”

“Us turning on each other, it's what they want. I tried to warn you, Charles. I want you by my side. We're brothers, you and I. All of us together, protecting each other. We want the same thing.” Erik shifted his attention down to his friend.

Charles shakes his head in disagreement. “My friend. I'm sorry, but we do not.”

The cia woman rushed over with Hank and the others to check on their friend. “Charles! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

“It's all right. It's all right.” He accepted her apology shifting his gaze over to me like he had something more to say.

“This society won't accept us. We form our own. The humans have played their hand. Now we get ready to play ours. Who's with me? No more hiding.” Erik had risen to his feet standing in front of me and the ones who had followed my father's pathway. Erik raised his right hand out to me focusing his gaze on mine. “Addison, you were right that we have always been there for each other. I won't abandon you, it's your choice.”

“You should go with him. It's what you want.” Charles croaked through tears.

Raven blinked through tears. “You promised me you would never read my mind.”

He nodded his head and she kissed his forehead looking in my direction. “I know. I promised you a great many things, I'm afraid. I'm sorry….Addi, there's something I need to tell you.”

“What is it, Charles?” I asked, sitting down on my knees and my hands in my lap.

He raised his right hand to the side of my face showing me a vision through my mind. “When I went into Erik’s mind I looked for her in cerebro. I found her, Addi.”

It was a busy street filled with people and I saw Charles' mind centered on someone specific in the crowd. Charles and I began walking inside of his mind. “So what did you need to show me and why now?”

“Because right now I can see inside your mind. Right now you are debating on whether or not you should follow Erik or go on your own.” He moves his blue eyes onto mine.

Looking at the telepath I replied back. “I don’t know what the right thing to do is, Charles. I don’t want to hurt the human population that isn't like us. But my mother…he said he would help me find her all these years.”

“You’re mother isn’t what your father said she was. I’ve seen inside her head.” He spoke to me pointing his index finger at a blonde woman who was sitting on a park bench by herself.

Shifting my gaze I silently stared at her. I had memorized her signal picture that I had so many times. “That’s her….do you know where she is?” Her blonde hair was straightened and I could see a yellow police badge on her chest.

“When I entered her mind her location appeared to be Washington D. C. She was hoping to work her way to being a secret service member to the president of the United States.” The telepath declared to me.

I questioned him still in disbelief. “And you think I should go find her even if it means joining Erik’s brotherhood. Why suggest it if you don’t like the thought?”

“Because regardless of my feelings for you. I know that you can change him for the better. You bring out the better side of him that he wants to keep buried inside after all the loss he’s felt.” Charles cradles the side of my face with his right hand.

I parted my mouth open, processing that he just admitted he felt something for me. I knew that he knew it was better if I go off with his now former friend. Gripping his forearms I sniffed through tears. “Thank you, Charles. I won’t forget you.”

“And I won’t forget you, Addi. If you ever need anything I’m only a thought away.” He tapped the side of his forehead with his freehand before everything around us went dark.

I gasped opening my eyes, wiping away tears with the sleeve of my suit. Charles had his bright blue eyes on mine as he gave me a simple head nod in the direction of Erik. “Only a thought away…” I whispered under my breath to him getting to my feet going over to the man I knew my whole life.

“I was beginning to think you were abandoning me, Addison.” Erik responded by watching me place my hand in his. He held Raven’s hand in his other hand with the rest of my father’s team standing around us.

Squeezing his hand in mine I showed the necklace that I had inside my pocket. Opening my palm he could see the bloody coin laying there. “We had a deal, Lehnsherr. I helped you, now you help me.”

“To finding your mother, Addi.” He whispered nodding to the red skin guy that could teleport us anywhere. The red skinned mutant snapped his fingers and we were off on our own.

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yerrenica · 2 years ago

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OMG I really loved your yi zaha content . Can you please make a fluff oneshot of him

[Y/N] has a problem, you see. It is a very big, very difficult problem, and it involves one raven-haired martial artist and the fact that their heart beats a tad bit too quickly when news of the man reaches their ears. Or when the man talks to them. Or when the man—

Whenever Jaha Lee was in a 10-meter radius, really.

See, this was an extremely large problem, because Jaha, like the bastard he is, was becoming too much of a distraction for them.

How was he being a distraction, you ask?

Well, [Y/N] would be happy to rant tell you. Firstly, whenever there was a commotion outside, [Y/N] would instantly get distracted and just have to check whether or not it was Jaha creating trouble again, which was a far cry from before, back when they just went about their days not caring about a thing in the world.

And another thing: the colour red was associated with Jaha far too much. A flash of red could appear in the corner of [Y/N]'s eyes, and they just couldn't help but glance at it to see if it was the man, and ignore the sag of their shoulders when they confirmed it wasn't. It wasn't fair, really. Jaha shouldn't be going around spilling blood everywhere. His violent tendencies didn't do good things for [Y/N]'s heart.

...

[Y/N] lied. Jaha shouldn't stop. Jaha's fighting abilities were too attractive.

And there exactly lies the problem. Jaha's sword skills were beautiful, Jaha himself was beautiful, and [Y/N] had no choice but to confront a problem they weren't ready for; to answer a question that they had absolutely none of the answers to.

[Y/N] blinked, going through their train of thought once more before they pursed their lips, feeling a sort of second-hand offence for what they had just thought. Jaha wasn't just beautiful. Honestly, [Y/N] could look through a thesaurus and they still wouldn't be able to find a word good enough to describe Jaha and how perfect he was.

[Y/N] sat in his chambers and stared blankly.

Before they knew it, they held a thesaurus in their hands.

Then they slammed the book against their head without hesitation.

Oh my god, they were so screwed.

After a few moments of [Y/N] laying flat on the floor with the book over their face, the doors to their chambers burst open, and in comes Hongshin with her signature smile. "Dinner's rea— what are you doing?" She stared blankly at [Y/N].

"I might just challenge Jaha to a death match."

Hongshin sighed. This wasn't the first time she stumbled upon [Y/N] dramatizing the hell out of their feelings for Jaha. "Absolutely do not do that, you idiot." She moved to grab her friend by the arm and drag them across the floor to the dining area. Along the way, they kept talking about how being killed by Jaha Lee would be a "thank you" worthy act. Hongshin, of course, decided to tune it out.

Once there, [Y/N] stood up with a deep exhale and sat down. They looked around, noticing that their Master was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Jaha?"

Seongtae chimed in. "Said he wanted to eat his dinner outside or something."

And just like that, [Y/N] was back on their feet, setting off to look for Jaha. The first place they thought to look at was the roof—you could always find Jaha cultivating there, and it was a nice and chilly place during the evening. Once they did not find him, they thought of the plum blossom tree residing near the training grounds. Jaha frequented it a lot, so surely he would be there.

And he was; looking far more beautiful than he should have... given his messy hair and bad posture. He was sitting under the tree, with a bowl of rice in hand, eating away with a nonchalant look on his face. The chilly evening wind gave him an almost enchanting appearance as it tousled the man's hair. The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the plum blossoms was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was at times like this that [Y/N] felt their difficulties about having feelings for Jaha melting away and getting weaker to the warmth that they brought. To be able to look at someone, and see them as one's own world was a pleasant feeling. It made one forget about the real world for a brief second.

"You're staring."

"You mind?" [Y/N] asked as they went to sit next to Jaha, legs crisscrossed.

With a mouth full of rice, Jaha mumbled. "No. You look cute."

"What?"

Swallowing his food, he turned to look at [Y/N]. "I said you look like a sack of shit when you do. So yes, I do mind."

There was silence.

"I should start spitting in your food, great brother. More cholesterol would do you good." [Y/N] scoffed, eyebrows furrowing as they looked away from Jaha, focusing their gaze forward.

Jaha's hand, which was moving the chopsticks to his mouth, stopped for a moment. He pursed his lips. That was not what he meant to say. He did not mean it at all. It simply came out on instinct. The moment he heard [Y/N]'s words of confusion, it was as if his mind registered it as disgust and acted out in self-defence. And now there was an awkward silence between them.

He glanced at [Y/N], observing their sullen expression. Why on earth was this bothering him so much? When did he start caring about little things like this? These questions irked the crap out of him, but maybe that's just what happens when you live long enough. Everything's so damned irksome, and irrational.

Finally, he brought the chopsticks to his mouth. "Do that and I'll kill you." His eyes furrowed as he chewed, realizing what he just said. Why on God's green earth was he threatening them now? Did he have any control over his mouth? He felt like screaming.

Quickly, trying to regain control of his words, he blurted out. "And besides, aren't you way too close to me?"

"That's because I'm this close to shoving my fist down your throat." [Y/N] muttered, glaring at Jaha, their appearance resembling that of an angry cat. Now this was strange as well. Jaha didn't feel disrespected, not in the slightest. Rather, he felt amused, thrilled even to have [Y/N] talk to him like this.

Nobody could tell whether they were flirting or fighting right now.

"Oh, I'd love to see you try." Jaha urged them on, leaning in closer as he smirked, his bowl of rice now seated beside him. [Y/N] observed him momentarily, before a smirk graced their features. With swift motions they placed their hands behind them on the concrete, and moved their upper body slightly up, their leg going for Jaha's throat. Their movements were quick and precise, and only because Jaha was Jaha did he evade them, leaning back just enough to let [Y/N]'s leg miss him entirely. Pressing their body weight on their hands seated behind them on the concrete, they did a backflip, now standing up before Jaha with a wide smile.

"Dodging? That's all?"

Jaha smiled slightly, and in an instant he found himself behind [Y/N], reaching out his hand towards them, but to his surprise, they ducked before leaping further away from Jaha.

"Now look who's dodging."

"It's more shameful for you since you're supposed to be the leader of this sect, great brother." [Y/N] held their hands behind their back, snickering at the sight of the slight contortion of Jaha's eyebrows. "But regardless... aren't you missing something?" They moved one hand from behind their back, revealing Jaha's red hair tie draped over their fingers. Jaha's eyes widened slightly, his hand instinctively moving behind his head to touch his hair, only to realize that his hair was swaying freely behind him. He focused his gaze back on [Y/N], who was standing before him with a triumphant smile.

His heart skipped a beat.

"How did you..."

[Y/N] chuckled. "It'd take hours to explain."

Jaha would listen to them for hours.

He quickly moved his feet, reaching for the hair tie in [Y/N]'s hands, only to see their hand move away from his reach, and their entire body along with it. Their robes being rocked by the subtle waft made each of their moves seem elegant, which spurred Jaha even more. This wasn't a serious battle. It was not a showcase of strength; it was more of a dance being guided by the swaying winds. Each of their movements through the roofs of the place, the branches, and the bases guided their bodies closer to each other in a chase of longing. This was never about the ribbon, but combat was the language they spoke the best, so how else would they ever showcase their desire for one another?

Their gazes locked as they moved with precision. Jaha always wondered what crossed their mind whenever they looked at him in such a candid way.

"Great brother, is the food you ate slowing you down?"

A flicker of amusement danced in Jaha's eyes. "I'm merely humouring your fickle attempts at evading me." His body was close to theirs as they moved on top of a roof, his chest meeting [Y/N]'s as Jaha moved his feet quicker, purposely placing a foot behind theirs so they'd fall over on their back, but Jaha was quick to catch them, his hand placed intimately over their back as he gazed into their eyes.

It was the beating of their hearts that made it seem as though time stopped. Jaha's free hand rested on theirs, sliding the ribbon past their fingers. "Caught you."

A single question ran through Jaha's mind. Why them? Why after all these years, after two lifetimes, after hundreds of people met, did he fall for them? Why not for all the others? What made them so different from everyone else before them?

But it was simple.

Why would he choose anyone else when [Y/N] exists?

Seeing the slight shift in [Y/N]'s gaze, he wasn't certain whether it was disdain or reciprocation of his unspoken feelings, so he decided to pull away, steadying them back on their feet as he shifted his gaze to the side.

"Good effor—"

Before he could finish speaking, [Y/N]'s hands were cupping his face, and his gaze was turned back on theirs.

"What a coward." They said through flushed cheeks and slightly furrowed brows. Their lips met his in a tender kiss. Without much thought Jaha's hands found themselves behind [Y/N]'s back, pulling them closer. He touched them, and it felt as if the stars were dancing upon their skin. It was a collision of desire, a meeting of souls, as their mouths moved in a synchronized rhythm. Their kiss was both tender and fervent, a passionate dance of exploration. They lost themselves in the intoxicating taste and texture of each other as if discovering a long-lost treasure.

Their bodies pressed closer, their hearts pounding in sync with the fervour of their embrace. [Y/N]'s fingers entwined in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger that burned through their veins. Jaha let out a low groan at the tug of his hair. He pulled away slightly, breaking the string of saliva which connected their lips for a mere moment. He smiled.

"You're eager."

"And you're without your ribbon once again." With a playful grin, they moved away from Jaha, showcasing his ribbon tangled between their fingers once more. "Catch me again and I may consider rewarding you again."

Jaha wasted no time in going after them once more, his soft laughter filling the moonlit sky. He didn't mind catching them again, and again, for as many times as he had to, if it meant that they'd stay in his arms for just a moment longer.

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