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defmaybe · 6 months ago

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Noona from the Bar

IVE's Kim Gaeul x Male Reader

5.2k words

A/N: Ahh, my debut! Thanks to @msafterhours and @i-am-lifeform24 for editing and beta-reading! And thanks to all the kind writers and fellow readers who have been nothing but supportive of me. I know my skills aren’t really up to the task yet (I have a Minji-Haewon 15k draft with broken grammar sitting lol), but I’ll seek my way through it. Thanks for reading!

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It’s Friday night. The sound of the electronic beats echo throughout the bar, accompanied with the shaking bass. Customers are cramped into small tables, shuffling together to accommodate the enormous crowd. And there you are, sitting in front of the vacant stage, which, to your knowledge, is usually reserved for the band to play, with the Nordic-esque climate sending shivers through your body.

Leehan and Sungho dragged you with a few other guys here after your sophomore finals. You wouldn’t say that it’s a chore, but there are definitely better things to do than get drunk. These two are the most outgoing guys of your diverse group. Meanwhile, you aren’t much of a social butterfly, preferring the more busy student council member life. Sitting in between them, you can only scroll through your phone to pass the time.

“To our grades!” Sungho raises his glass and looks around, inviting you and the other friends to join him.

“To our grades,” you say, barely able to hear your own voice before clinking your glass with others.

You chug half your beer, ready for a long night, your friends laughing as they do the same.

Sungho sighs, putting down his drink, and saying, “Thanks to Seokjin, or we wouldn’t have today, drinking beers and listening to music!”

All eyes on your table turns to Seokjin, the kind, quiet nerd of your group. “It’s nothing really, you’re my friends, and—”

“To Seokjin!” Leehan puts his glass up for another toast, while Seokjin scans around him, seeing all his friends doing the same, smiling.

“Thanks, guys.” Seokjin says, as he raises his glass for a toast with yours.

—

As the night goes on, the music shows no sign of calming down. NewJeans booms through the speakers, interspersed with remixes of local songs. Alcohol has started to take hold of you, plaguing your inhibition with sharp tingles as you chug your glass away.

“Shit, I have to go to the bathroom,” Leehan suddenly says.

“I’m coming with you,” Namjoon follows. “Anyone else?”

Everyone around the table stands up except for you, and you watch as they shoot you apologetic glances. “Watch the table for us!” Sungho shouts at you, his voice struggling to carry through the loud music. “Use your student committee power to protect this table or whatever.”

“Fine, and I’m only a secretary, by the way. Don’t be gone for too long.” You smile, waving to your friends as they leave one by one.

“I think Leehan is going to stay there for quite a while. I saw him heaving a bit earlier,” Seokjin sighs, worried.

Your eyes widen. “Well, I’ll wait for you guys here. Take your time,” you assure Seokjin, with him gesturing a thanks with a grateful smile.

—

On the other side of the bar, another group revels as their finals come to an end.

“Jiwon, pass me the liquor, please,” Gaeul asks.

Jiwon holds the half-full rum bottle. “Gaeul, this is your fourth glass of the night. Are you sure you wanna drink more?”

Gaeul scoffs, voice already slurring. “Yeah, why not?”

“Well, the last time this happened, I was holding your head above my toilet by the sixth shot,” Yujin adds.

“It will be different this time, come on~” Gaeul pleads, sulking in her chair, matched by her descending tone.

“Fine,” Jiwon huffs, finally passing the rum to Gaeul. “I’m not holding your hair again, though,” she pouts, with Yujin nodding in agreement.

“Thanks!” Gaeul pours the drink into her ice-filled glass before topping the golden liquor with cola. She glances around her table. “I promise, I’ll be the one who holds Wonyoung—,” her stream of thoughts is cut off, as she catches your presence not too far from her, alone, sliding one video after another, gleaming her with flame.

Yujin follows her sight to you. “Well, well, another freshman, huh?” She scoffs.

“Oh, come on, I never get to do this. God, Jiwon brought like three guys to her place in the same month before,” Gaeul deflects.

“Hey!” Jiwon reaches to slap her hand. “You say that like it’s an insult.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Gaeul pouts, making Jiwon roll her eyes, smiling.

“If you want him, then go get him!” Wonyoung adds. “We may not have another chance in our senior year. They are going to kill us with those goddamn projects.” She takes a sip from her glass and contorts her face after that.

“You know men don’t like older women, right?” Gaeul turns her head back onto Wonyoung, who’s still trying to make peace with the content of her glass. “He’d say no.”

Yujin laughs, “That attitude is why you’ve brought no one back to your place!” She pushes Gaeul’s drink into its owner’s hand, pointing at her face.

“Don’t live to regret this.”

Gaeul taps the table with her fingers rapidly, contemplating her approach. Her friends watch her hesitation with anticipation, until Gaeul retorts, “Alright, fine. If that’ll make you guys happy,” before getting up from her chair and walking towards you, glancing back to see her peers watch the scene unfold from afar.

—

It has been twenty minutes since your friends left. You are caught under the crushing weight of the foreign sounds and solitude among the crowd. Leehan is probably having his face in the toilet. And being the good friend you are, you bring up your phone to text Seokjin to ask about the situation.

Before you hit send, a sound comes from your right, catching your attention.

“Hi!”

You turn to see a woman with short, raven black hair standing before you. Her hand is holding a glass of what your best guess seems to be cola. Her nails are cut short and plain. She’s wearing a black cardigan that somehow shows off her lean curves. Her jeans don't make it even easier for you, leaving you with little to imagine.

“Is this seat taken?” she asks, bending down to hover her glass above Sungho’s seat.

“Hey!” You greet her. “Yeah, it’s taken. I’m sorry about that.” You plant your hand on the vacant chair, inadvertently touching her long fingers, eliciting a giggle from her.

“Shit, sorry! …Again.” You pull your hand back as you feel her warm skin. You can feel a small fire in your cheeks.

Gaeul lifts her glass to cover herself laughing. “Haha, it’s fine. Still, are your friends coming back soon? I’m kinda looking for… company tonight.”

It’s quite rare to find someone approaching you, let alone stating their romantic needs this clearly. Yet, it’s a bar after all; alcohol strips people’s inhibitions off here. And who are you to say no to this beautiful woman?

“Oh, sure! They are probably taking care of my friend in the toilet. Go ahead.” You gesture at her to sit down, as she moves the chair a little to comply.

“I’m Gaeul, by the way.” She offers you a handshake, smiling, to which you happily accept. Unlike yours, her hand is silky soft,

“Hi, Gaeul. I’m from engineering, civil. What do you study?” You ask.

“Architecture! I’m just beside you, haha,” as she pulls her hand back and placing her glass on your table. The architecture faculty is bordering your engineering main building, and you’ve walked past it often during lunchtime.

“Have I met you before?” You inquire, squinting your eyes on you to examine her shadowed features.

“I don’t think so. I would have remembered you with that face.” Gaeul playfully points at your face, chuckling.

You chuckle along to hide the fact that she’s really influencing you with such an irresistible charm. “Thanks, I guess.”

“What year are you in?” Gaeul asks. “I’ve recently finished my junior finals. I made a lot of home models this year.” She rolls her eyes and sighs while recounting her experience.

“You are a year above me. I’m just a sophomore.” You answer.

“So, I’m your noona, right?” She giggles, tapping your shoulder softly with her finger.

“Yes, Gaeul noona,” you pout, placing your hands on your thighs.

Gaeul giggles, “No need, haha. Just Gaeul is fine, really.”

“Alright, Gaeul.” You smile along with her.

The night with Gaeul advances, while you quickly forget about your friends taking care of Leehan. You learn about her aspirations of being an architect, and how she also hates drawing to death.

“And you want to become an architect?” you ask, baffled in such contradiction.

“Yeah, haha, I’ve always loved elegant buildings, and I really want to create them myself as I grow up.” Gaeul smiles, gladly sharing her wishes.

She continues, “But when it comes to drawing, I’ve always had the feeling of having to perfect them. And that eats up a lot of my energy, really.”

“So, you’re a perfectionist?” you continue to shoot questions at her, giggling.

Gaeul laughs. “You can say that.”

She then tells you about the pets at her home, as she learns about your ambitions. And you feel like the conversation is sparking everywhere; it flows like the alcohol in your blood, suppressing your shyness just for her.

—

“Yeah! I just got my driver’s license a few months ago.” The clock strikes almost ten, over half an hour after your first words with her, and the topic is lingering on driving at the moment.

Gaeul takes a deep breath before gaining the courage to ask. “Hey, do you want to go back to my place?”

“Really?” you ask.

“Yeah, talking in here doesn’t give us much privacy.” Gaeul seems to be going all-in here.

Unable to bother yourself under these waves of songs you can’t sing along to anymore, you answer in a quickfire, “Sure! Where do you live, though?”

Gaeul points her thumb behind her, towards the outside. “Just across this bar. I usually have my friends crashing for the night if they can’t walk to their dorms.”

“Lead the way, then.”

—

“Well, show’s over, girls,” Jiwon huffs, seeing Gaeul guiding you out of the bar. “It’s the three of us now. Anyone you guys are eyeing on?”

Yujin and Wonyoung shrug. “Let’s just enjoy the rest of the night first,” Wonyoung says.

“Yeah.” Yujin adds and signals a toast, as Jiwon and Wonyoung join her.

—

Gaeul unlocks the door to her room before leading you inside. Her room is pretty tidy, aside from the lump of unfolded clothes on her bed on the left, covered by brown bedsheets. She has a few stuffed animals sitting at the top of it: some Care Bears, a cylinder piggy doll, with Shaun the Sheep gracefully sitting in the middle, and a few more aquatic animals.

“I’m saving up my money to buy my fifth Care Bear,” Gaeul says with a smile, determination sparks in her eyes.

On the opposite side, there’s a drawing table with a few sketches of buildings, showcasing her architecture works. You close the door and lock it for her.

Noticing the mess, she darts toward the bed. “It’s a little messy, sorry,” she says, picking up the pile before cramming it inside her closet. “I didn’t have time to take care of it when I was coming out.”

“I don’t mind, really.” You smile, understanding her struggle of doing laundry.

Gaeul smiles back as she shuts her closet door. “Where were we again?” she leans against it, giving you a questioning look.

“I—,” you pause, further taking in the atmosphere of her room. You find a few movie posters on her wall above the bed: Thirteen, Little Women, and After Hours are the ones standing out. She also has her Jubilee vinyl on display just by her table.

“So, you like Japanese Breakfast?” you ask, before she follows your gaze onto the album. You’ve never expected someone you find at a bar to listen to Michelle Zauner’s band, to be honest.

“Yeah, it was my sister’s before she moved out,” Gaeul answers. “But the album itself is pretty good. I pick it up now and then to let it loop while I’m drawing.”

“I’ve heard about its quality.” You tap your fingers on your thighs, eyes darting everywhere except onto her.

Gaeul taps her chin in a staccato rhythm; she seems as unsure of her next action as you do. The humming of the air conditioner lulls from behind her. She ponders for a while, before stepping towards you.

“You know the implications, right?”

And that’s it; the way she says ‘right’ tingles you in a peculiar way. Gaeul looks into your eyes as she does, eliciting an indescribable feeling inside you. Your hands shake as she closes her distance to the point where you can feel her breathing.

“May I?” she asks, lips just inches away from yours.

“S—sure,” you stutter out in front of this gorgeous woman.

Without further ado, Gaeul kisses you ardently. Her tongue doesn’t let your mouth simply rest on hers, as she invades your cavern to display the passion she has been holding. She cups your cheeks so that she can taste you more thoroughly. You moan at such a confident act right into her mouth, before you let your tongue wrestle with hers.

As the kiss deepens, Gaeul draws her hand down your neck, and you shudder in response. “Fuck, noona,” you utter through the connected lips. Your hands cup her face, letting her take control. And without initiation from you, her fingers sliding down your abdomen seem to invite you to engage with her under the same depravity. Yet, your hands linger on her facial features.

Soon, Gaeul’s hand works its way to your crotch, stroking your erect length through the pants. “Wow, all excited for me, huh?” she says, suppressed under the kiss, and you moan through the gaps, having your shaft fondled.

Gaeul breaks off from the torrid act, but her lips leave just a little distance from yours. However, it’s far enough to keep you wanting her more. She lifts her arms to wrap around your neck. “I want to ask you something.” She says in a whisper while looking into your eyes; her deep voice shakes you.

“Go ahead.”

Gaeul clicks her tongue a few times, glancing at the wall before asking.

“Are you comfortable calling me noona again? I know I told you back in the bar to drop it, but seeing you being all obedient because of me is a bit of a…” She bites her lip as if to resist the inevitable. “…turn on.” She grins, unsure, not even believing the words coming out of her mouth.

You chuckle before answering without another hesitation. “Sure, Gaeul noona.”

Gaeul smiles. “Alright, baby boy.” She slides her hands down to work on your top button. “Let’s go to our main course.”

You quickly unbutton your shirt upward to meet her trembling hands. And quickly, your shirt is up for Gaeul to toss it away into the void. She runs her right hand down your chest. “You take care of yourself well, don’t you?” As her fingers tap on your flat stomach, hitching your breath.

“C—Cardio from time to time, noona.” You stutter out; fuck, this woman is burning your skin.

“Good for you.” She says in a deep tone, while her right hand is still feeling your midriff.

“Now, leaving you like this wouldn’t be… fair, right? Bare for me to—” The next word cut short for her to plant her lips on your nipple, tasting your body and eliciting a moan from you.

“Noona…” You are now lost in the pleasure; jolts after jolts from her lips rush through your body, making you shudder. Her saliva coats your nipple, and you lock your hand behind your noona’s head to keep yourself from falling over.

Gaeul keeps switching her suction on your peaks before she pushes you onto her bed. “I was talking about fairness, right?” She says with her fingers tilting your head down on your chin a little to meet her eyes. Her legs are straddling yours, keeping you in place.

“Y—Yes, noona,” you speak out.

“So, since you are half naked… under me.” She traces a line down your abdomen, igniting a fire in its wake. “You get to choose which half of me… that you want to see.”

You gulp, eyes wide. Fuck, this woman is really having her way with you now, and there’s nothing you can do to resist her seductive endeavor. Your mind goes into overdrive with the choices: top or bottom, top or bottom, top or—

“Every second counts, my baby boy.” Gaeul taps her bare wrist, grinning.

You swallow another gulp. “Your pick, n—noona.”

Gaeul giggles. “Well, since I’m a believer in justice…” She moves her hands to the top button of her black cardigan, ready to unlock it. “Say please, baby,” she says with her sultry voice.

“Please, noona.” You succumb to her domination. As Gaeul unlocks the first button, putting her soft cleavage into view.

“Please what, baby boy?” She continues her seduction; her hands are toying with the second button now. She pulls the neckline down to reveal the strings of her bra and the full view of the valley between her mounds.

“Please take your top off, noona,” you plead.

Giggling, “Alright, baby boy.” Gaeul quickly unbuttons the remaining locks, as her unending tease also seems to affect herself. Her toned midriff quickly reveals itself to you, decorated by the sky blue laced bra above, sending you further into a spiral.

Slowly, she strips herself off of her cardigan, your tongue becomes drawn to the thin string that holds two sides of the chest cover together. You can taste the hints of her salty sweat absorbed by the cloth.

“Fuck,” Gaeul whimpers. “S—So needy, aren’t you?” She tosses the outer garment away before pressing your head onto her. Being pushed even more, you map a straight line up the hollow of her chest with your tongue, causing her to moan out.

“Alright, I—I get it, you’re a—a tits person,” Gaeul cries out, quickly retreating her hands to unclasp the back of her remaining top attire. “This doesn’t mean y—you have p—power over me or anything, though.”

“Yes, noona,” you say through your licks, her bra falls off right between you two. As you pull yourself back to take a break from your appetizer, you are given the heavenly sight of her succulent tits. They are small, but you’ve never been the one to care, anyway. Her nipples are already erect, aroused as she expects the divine rapture from no one but you.

“You like the view, baby boy?” Gaeul chuckles at the sight of you salivating in front of her perky mounds.

As an answer, you dive in to savor her excited brown nubs. There’s no particular taste to them, yet you’re being commanded by these peaks to satisfy her overflowing lust, making her a writhing mess right before you.

“God, fuck!” Gaeul moans out. You remain fixated on her tits, sucking on them as if your life is hanging on the strings of her cries. And to further stimulate her, you use your hand to caress the freed side of her frame. You roam from her shoulder to the waistline, squeezing her chest with each passing.

Gaeul, again, presses you onto her soft chest, yet she’s unable to let herself being satisfied just on the outside anymore.

“F—Fuck, shall we go to the m—main course, baby boy?” her words come out ragged; she can’t further shackle herself from the peak of intimacy.

You remove yourself from her nubs. “Yes, please, noona.” Gaeul pushes you down onto her bed, signaling you to unzip your pants while she does so. And within a blink, your erect cock and her soaked cunt are just a breath away from each other. She seems to be an all-natural girl too, choosing to let her hair grow above the canal, and that just makes her even more mouthwatering.

Still, the sex education lessons hold you back on the ground. “Do you need protection?” you ask, concerned about the prospect of unwanted consequences.

“I have my contingency plans, baby,” she huffs with a smile as she hovers her sex just above your shaft now, ready for the ride of her life.

With no words, you nod, and she slowly sinks herself onto your rod. You cry out as your tip gradually disappears into her. You pull your head back under the overwhelming sensations. “Fuck,” and you can do nothing but whimper.

“D—Do I feel good on top of you?” Gaeul asks, voice and her body shuddering in the descent. You are halfway inside her now. Her hands are roaming on your writhing frame, determined to push you off the edge even faster.

“Yes, fuck, noona. You feel so fucking good.” You’re enamored by the throes of pleasure surrounding your body. She slowly impales herself down to the hilt, fully coating your cock with her nectar.

“Fuck!” Gaeul’s tone becomes a scream now. She bends herself back, showing her fragile frame. Traces of ribs are visible under the room light, and her immaculate chest stretches for you to view.

Gaeul remains in the position for a while, before she drags her wet cunt off of you, just barely seeing your tip, grazing your dick with such an unbearable pleasure. Your length now glistens with her honey, but the shackling gratification lets you register only her up and down motion. And as she slams down, you can do nothing but moan under such divine elation.

Wet squelches and moans echo throughout the room, as Gaeul picks up her pace to quicken this perversion. She cries out in every movement, and you echo out every moan. Her short hair becomes really helpful in situations like this, since, with each bounce, they don’t seem to cover her face as much as it should. And you’re one lucky man to see her all invested in the depravity - every contorted face, every line drawn on your abdomen with her hands, and God, how her moan is a symphony you’ll remember for the rest of your life.

Inevitably, with each of her bounce, it drives you toward the precipice. Her angelic moans and the bouncing chest ramp you up closer to paradise. The sight of her riding you - mouth agape, perky tits bouncing, hands shuffling her strands to make sense of the pleasure, creating such an immaculate image - with the sensations around your cock is just unyielding.

“N—Noona, I’m gonna cum, slow down,” you plead, and Gaeul looks down at you, hands still locked in her olive hair. Her breaths become ragged, and her whimpers seem to scale up with each insertion.

“Me too, baby boy, me too,” Gaeul cries out. “Cum with me.”

She keeps the moderate tempo she has been putting on you. Her bare, untrimmed, drenched cunt rams your cock with steady speed to keep your orgasms alight. Sounds of fleshes crashing into each other; an unyielding amount of Gaeul’s honey is mixing with the notes that come out of her gorgeous lips, creating a concoction that sends you into ecstasy.

And with one last thrust, along with you, Gaeul becomes a squirming wreck. With eyes fluttering, delectable chest heaving, wailing such a symphony that only a deity can sing. Her entire frame shakes with exaltation. You cry from the depths of your lungs, and the knot in your stomach becomes undone. Your cock shoots spurts of cum inside her, as Gaeul’s delicate cunt gushes out torrents of clear juice onto your crotch.

With each twitch of your length, they serve the purpose of unloading into her womb to the brim, and they shake you to sing out such a beautiful melody, joining Gaeul into composing an amorous masterpiece. Your nectar finds its way out to concoct with hers, pooling on your crotch. It’s a breathtaking sight, seeing her undone like this - juice spilled, wails unrestrained, walls contracting to drain you dry.

Gaeul’s climax subsides; her moans show signs of her normal voice again. “G–Good job, baby boy,” she chuckles through her whimpers. Her pace decreases, and you’re thankful that she doesn’t ride your consciousness out.

“You’re getting sensitive, right?” She brings her motion to a stop, but still enveloping your length within her needy core. It’s warm; she’s warm.

“Yeah, noona. You can–,” you stop halfway for a few breathers. “You can stay like this, to be honest.”

“Oh, my poor baby boy~,” Gaeul laughs. “We can stay like this if you really want it.” Her voice still carries hints of intoxication, yet you can’t deny that the potential of it being genuine affection entices you. “I’ll have to go to the bathroom first, though. I can’t sleep with our cum being everywhere like this.”

She bends down to give you a peck on your forehead, before slowly, agonizingly, pulling herself off of you. And doesn’t that make you whimper out, as your cock is still sensitive from shooting spurts of your seed inside her dainty cunt? The feeling of unloading still lingers in your filthy mind.

Maybe it’s a mix of all the sensations you’ve ever felt - mostly pleasure with pain. You moan out as she chuckles at the sight of you crumbling under her final touch. “Alright, baby boy, wanna take a shower?” Gaeul gets up from the bed before sauntering towards the bathroom. “Maybe we can have another round~,” she winks across her shoulder, before going into the shower.

“I’ll be there, noona,” you reply, as you collect your inhibition enough to take another shot of intimacy with her under the running water.

—

Sunlight peeks through the curtains, waking you up after the rough night, naked. Last night’s debauchery remains clear in your head, as the images of Gaeul commanding you around are still in high definition. You look around the room to catch your noona examining the contents of her fridge, bending over to show you her bare, plump ass, only slightly covered by her baby blue shirt.

“Up already, sleepyhead?” She notices you through the gap between her arm and the single garment on her. “I have some banana cake left, not expired yet,” she says before picking it up and surveys the package. “Yeah, a day left. You want one?”

“How much is it? Can you send me your QR code after this, noona?” The memory of you acting all-obedient shows up again, and you can only cover your mouth after that.

“No need, ‘baby boy’,” Gaeul chuckles, pulling up an air quote, mocking the tone she used last night. “Consider this as part of the one-night plan.”

God, she looks flawless under this morning’s light. The way her short hair is messy; the tired eyes, and that pair of legs - the pair you wish to be caught between - makes you want to spend another day with her.

“Can I extend my subscription?” you utter out involuntarily. The alcohol hasn’t returned your reticence yet, perhaps.

Gaeul considers your proposal for a while, nibbling her chin with her free hand, while tapping her feet with the cake still in the other hand.

“Well, I’m not sure, really,” she says. “I have only known you for barely half a day, with the help of alcohol.”

“I know, Gaeul,” you groan. “But like, I want to know you more.”

“I don’t know.” She chuckles as she closes the distance between you two.

Gaeul continues her interrogation, “do you, really?” Her bare, untrimmed pussy comes in at your face level. She changes her motion to crossing her legs forward, slowly, covering the lower part of her sex as she gets right in front of your eyes.

You drool at the sight, tranced, as your morning wood is twitching. Your tongue involuntarily sticks out, aimed at her nub, and you are magnetized to her cunt again. You are so ready to please your noona again, making her a drenched disarray before you, before Gaeul breaks your train of desire, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up to watch her smile.

“Alright, I believe you now.” She simpers with your tongue still out. “I’ll give you my Instagram before you leave.”

You sign an okay to her, as you retreat your tongue back into your mouth.

“Good boy,” Gaeul laughs. “Here, your breakfast.”

You take the banana cake from her. “Thanks, noona.”

“I’ll give you more than this the next time, if you can make me fancy you.” She lets go of you before climbing onto her bed to the other side, giving you a view of her luscious cheeks once more. She bends down to pick up your discarded, now-creased clothes, involuntarily (or not) putting her sex into display, and you can do nothing but let your length twitch at the sight.

You gulp at the sight, mustering the courage to ask out, “Really?”

She sits back up after her teasing act, legs crossed, but you can still see flashes of her. Gaeul ponders for a while, tapping her chin in the same veins she did before the explicit scene of you two.

“Definitely, maybe.” She laughs again, shooting the garments at you, and you can only join along with her.

—

As you walk back to your dorm, your phone suddenly rings. You pick up the phone, eyes widen. It’s Sungho, the ‘friend’ you left with no trace for him last night.

“Shit.” You utter before accepting the call.

“Where the fuck have you been last night, bro?” His breath is coming in shorts. “We were worried about you. We came back around ten—”

“I was with a woman; her room is just across the bar. I’m fine, Sungho,” you reply.

“Oh.” Sungho pauses. “Oh damn. Wow.” He’s left speechless for a few seconds.

“Yeah, and we—, uh—” You stop, contemplating on whether to tell him.

“No need, bro.” You can hear Sungho chuckling through your phone. “Who’s the lucky woman who takes your virginity, huh?”

“Architecture,” you play coy, withholding Gaeul’s identity. “And we trade each other’s contact just this morning.”

“Goddamn, you had been inside her, and you just asked for her contact after that? Fucking hell, man.” Sungho laughs again. “Well, we’re happy that you didn’t lose an arm or anything, bro.”

You smile before remembering about your sick friend. “Oh, what about Leehan? How’s he now?”

“Fine, he’s still sleeping on my bed,” Sungho affirms.

You smile, and reply, “Alright, good, thanks for calling.”

“No problem, see ya!” Sungho says.

“See ya.” And you hang up the phone.

On the way back, the prospect of building your relationship with Gaeul reels in your mind. The probability of you two working remains shaky. Emotions might take hold of only one of you, dragging its victim into an unbearable sorrow. What if a crush turns into a craving? Either way, the shared moment of your bodies clashing into each other is going to be etched into you, and, hopefully, her.

And as you unlock the door, a notification pops up on your phone, and it reads as:

actualgaeul started following you.

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tiramisuucakeee · 3 months ago

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1. BADGE AND SCRUBS

( crossfire , yang jungwon )

walking quickly through the cold hospital hallway toward the busy main desk, you caught the attention of a frantic nurse. she kept glancing at her stethoscope and the patient through the glass window. "doctor! thank god you're here. the patient just woke up and won’t let anyone check on him. we need you, he keeps pushing the nurses away," she gasped as you nodded and followed her into the room.

the man sat comfortably on the blue hospital bed with his arms crossed, his iv ripped out of one of them. when he saw you enter through his peripheral vision, his expression shifted slightly to a more nicer one. "so they called you."

"they did," you replied with a smile, putting on plastic gloves to dispose of the iv needle in the biological hazards bin. he shrugged at your actions and simply said, "i don't like not moving my arm."

you began your examination, shining a light into his eyes, checking his heartbeat, and assessing his mobility. he seemed surprisingly well for someone who had just undergone brain surgery, but then again, some people reacted differently. and with your level of experience, you had seen all kinds of cases, from the very best outcomes, to the unfortunately bad ones.

"yes, i wouldn’t like not being able to move my arm either," you uttered, stepping back. "i’ll be back later tonight to check on you, but in the meantime, please let the nurses do their jobs, alright?" you raised your brows, tucking your hands into your scrub pockets

he rolled his eyes but muttered his agreement, which made you smile again. "great, i’ll let your family know you’re out of surgery, they’ve been very worried and are still at the hospital," you added.

his family had been nonstop asking every resident and nurse they saw in the lobby if he had woken up, even staying as late in the night to make sure they would be here as soon as he did.

his expression brightened. "they have? well, bring them here! i want to see them," he said, straightening up in bed. this was a sight you couldn’t grow tired of seeing, patients coming out of successful surgeries and being glad to spend the rest of their days alive with their loved ones.

"right away," you replied, nodding slightly as you prepared to leave. passing by the nurse, you leaned in to say, "page me if anything happens. i just got off, but i’ll be nearby." your serious tone underscored the urgency of the situation.

she agreed and bid you goodbye as you headed to the locker room to change. upon arrival, you greeted a few doctors and started preparing for the evening ahead. after a long day filled with surgeries, you were finally free from the hospital, even if it was late at night. some procedures had stretched on for up to five hours, but that was nothing compared to the marathon shifts you’d been in the past.

stepping outside, you walked to your car, parked neatly in your own space, and pulled onto the road. as you drove carefully, you gazed at the dark sky, soon approaching a familiar spot in the city you often visited with your friends of coworkers. the karaoke bar.

opening the door, you were welcomed by the warm ambiance of healthcare and other high-stress workers enjoying their time off here. the owner appreciated this crowd, knowing that those jobs contributed significantly to his business, and plus, he always had either a cop, doctor or firefighter a few feet away in case of an emergency.

you took a seat at the bar and greeted the bartender, who quickly took your order for a sparkling cold water and some chips. you opted for a non-alcoholic drink, knowing you needed to stay alert in case you received a page.

your drink and chips soon arrived, and you thanked the bartender before turning your attention to the karaoke stage, who was occupied like always. a group of friends was enthusiastically singing a song, their voices blending with laughter and cheers from the crowd. the energy in the room was infectious, and you found yourself tapping your foot along to the beat.

then, one of the singers caught your eye, a guy in the middle with charming dimples that deepened with every smile and word. his brown hair remained messy on top of his head, his brown eyes brightening with the colorful lights.

as if sensing your gaze, he glanced over and locked eyes with you, throwing a playful wink your way through the music and laughter.

you shook your head, and smiled back, but thought nothing of it. he continued to sing a few lines of the song, his gaze still locked on you. but just as you were about to raise your glass to cheer at him, your phone rang in your purse.

you glanced at the screen and sighed, knowing you had to answer. “hello?” you said, trying to keep your disappointment at bay.

“doctor l/n, we need you back in about an hour. a patient is being transferred from another hospital, they don’t have a neurosurgeon available,” the nurse informed you, her tone urgent.

you nodded, even though she couldn’t see you. “i’ll be there in half, make sure the o.r is ready when i get there, and wake my assisting doctors up,” you replied, reluctantly tearing your eyes away from the stage. the lively atmosphere faded into the background as you pushed around your food in the plate.

“they’re not answering the pages doctor, their cellphones are off too, should we get other assisting?” she asked, making you roll your eyes.

“i don’t care if they are not answering, they are still at the hospital, and i know they don’t have any surgeries right now, so go wake them up from the dorms and let them know that if they don’t show up ready by the time i step into that hospital, i’ll personally make sure they never assist anyone in a surgery again,” you spoke, and hung up.

“what is wrong with these people? they can’t just chose not to operate on a patient,” you scoffed, not believing what you heard about them declining the calls. they should be worried and anxious to receive calls, not happy to ignore them.

sometimes you just wished you’d never become a surgeon in first place, it was hard to have the lives of peoples on your hand while you dealt with some incompetent doctors and nurses that thought they could just sit all day, check on a single patient, hand out bandaids and make money. but the feeling of seeing patients healthy after a surgery you performed was something you wouldn’t get anywhere, even if you had to deal with some seriously mad people who believed they were king’s of the worlds with a speciality.

though it was difficult to have time for others than patients in your job, you still managed to have close friends, one who was a pediatrician and another who was in emergencies. two wasn’t much, but it was all you thought you needed.

they didn’t think it though, they were obsessed with the idea of making you go on blind dates and meet guys so you could get a boyfriend and ‘chill out’, but you disliked wasting your time in that, instead, you preferred being out by yourself, and occasionally with them.

you barely had time for yourself, and they thought you’d have time for a guy. though, deep down, you knew they were right about you settling down.

on the other hand, at the opposite side of the bar, the group of friends finally settled down at their table, exhausted from all the singing and jumping around. it had been a wild night filled with laughter, off-key notes, and spontaneous dance moves that left them breathless. despite their serious jobs as special agents, they had a knack for letting loose and embracing the chaos of life.

“sunoo, why are you wasting your life being a crime investigator? you could’ve been a member of a boyband,” jay said, chugging down his drink, the alcohol leaving a slight sting in his dry throat. he leaned back in his chair, eyeing sunoo.

the one he referred to only deadpanned, leaning back in his chair too but with an air of indifference. “sure,” he replied, barely masking his amusement. sunoo shook his head, a playful smirk creeping onto his face as he turned to the other of the trio. “you know, jungwon, i thought you flirted better. i really did. what was that wink you just did to that girl?” he teased, mimicking the exaggerated gesture with a dramatic flair that had him cracking up.

jungwon froze, having been caught off guard, and offered a nervous smile. “oh, it was nothing,” he dismissed, though his eyes darted over to you, who were furiously typing in your phone. the way you focused, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed together in concentration, made him momentarily forget the teasing.

“yeah, nothing,” sunoo snorted, covering his smile with his hand. he leaned closer, clearly enjoying jungwon's nervousness.

“wait, what happened?” jay blinked, clearly lost in the conversation. he glanced between sunoo and jungwon, trying to piece together the unfolding drama. “did he actually try to flirt with someone, or are you just messing with him?” his curiosity was evident, and the playful energy in the room only grew as sunoo leaned in closer, ready to spill the details. jungwon, caught off guard, shot him a pleading look, but it was too late, the moment was too ripe for sunoo to resist, as jungwon had never tried anything like this before.

sunoo started explaining how he saw jungwon trying to flirt with a girl while they sang and even pointed at her in the middle of the song, but jay didn’t believe it.

jungwon just kept looking away, his eyes often traveling back to your figure, and left quickly, as he could not figure out if he’d seen you before or not.

“you need to get her name so we can search her up and see her profile,” jay nodded at his friends, a teasing grin on his face. “we can’t have you dating anyone with criminal records.” he laughed, but there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.

“what? i am not doing that!” jungwon defended himself, a hint of indignation in his voice. “also, she doesn’t look like a criminal,” he added, motioning to you with a slight smile, as if that was all the evidence he needed.

both turned in your direction and were completely taken aback by jungwon’s choice of women. they hadn’t expected you to be so different from what they thought his type was, but in a good way. you had an effortless charm and a vibe that radiated confidence, completely contrasting with the image of the old bar.

sunoo raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “okay, maybe we need to reconsider our assumptions,” he said, nudging jay, who was equally surprised.

“still, i am not going over there to interrogate her,” jungwon sighed. the idea of checking you out felt both ridiculous and oddly appealing. he shifted in his seat, feeling a mix of embarrassment and intrigue as he tried to focus on anything but the lingering thought of how to approach you normally.

“well if you aren’t, then i am,” jay declared, standing up and pressing his hands on the table with determination. but just as he started to stride over, sunoo yanked him back down by his jacket. “don’t embarrass yourself, that’s dumb” he said, laughter in his voice.

jay fell back in his chair, grumbling, “i’m not dumb, i’m cautious. now, jungwon,” he started, shifting his focus and getting jungwon’s attention, “you go over there, place a hand on her shoulder, and greet her. then, offer to get her something to drink.” he nodded firmly, as if this was the key to success.

jungwon blinked, confusion etched on his face. “i am not actually going to talk to her, i thought it was a joke,” he laughed nervously, adjusting his loose tie as if it might somehow give him more confidence. the laughter around the table faded for a moment as his friends exchanged knowing glances.

sunoo audibly groaned at jungwon’s comment, standing up and pulling his friend to his feet. “come on, enough of this!” he exclaimed, barely giving jungwon a chance to protest before pushing him away from the table. “you’re overthinking it!”

jungwon stumbled slightly, a mix of surprise and reluctance on his face. “wait, sunoo-” he started, but jungwon was too far away to just back down, plus, it wouldn’t hurt talking to you. if you had a boyfriend, you could just reject him, and if you didn’t, we’ll, he’d have to think of an escape plan.

he cautiously walked through the crowd, each step filled with uncertainty, until he finally reached the bar where you were sitting. as soon as he saw your face up close, jay’s little speech went out the window. the nervousness he’d felt moments ago melted away, replaced by an unexpected sense of ease. maybe he didn’t need an escape plan after all.

truthfully, he wasn’t the best at speaking with women. the only ones he’d really talked to were family and coworkers, all older and married. sometimes he wished for that connection, to feel loved and cared for like he did with others all the time with a job like his. though, it felt complicated, like he was always balancing responsibilities with the desire for something more. this was a chance to be genuine, to take a step toward what he truly wanted.

he mustered up all the courage he had and walked up to you, clearing his throat with a slightly awkward fake cough to get your attention. when you turned to look at him, a hint of surprise in your eyes, he felt his heart race.

"may i sit here?" he asked, mentally cursing himself for sounding like a nervous high schooler asking to join someone at lunch. he felt a flush creeping up his neck as he waited for your response.

instead of giving him a weird look, you smiled warmly. "of course." that simple response made jungwon feel a rush of relief, but the nerves still bubbled inside him, threatening to overwhelm. unsure of what to do next, he fumbled with his words, searching for something clever or interesting to say.

but luckily, you saved the awkwardness that would follow if either of you stayed silent. “so, what’s your name, karaoke guy?” you asked, taking a sip from your drink, a playful glint in your eyes.

jungwon looked down and smiled, letting his dimples poke his cheeks. “yang jungwon, and you?” he asked, looking back up at you, his nervousness slowly fading.

“y/n l/n,” you replied, meeting his gaze with a friendly smile.

“you come to this bar often?” he leaned on his hand, his curiosity piqued. he genuinely wanted to know more about you and what drew you here.

you squinted your eyes at him, pursing your lips playfully. “why? do i look like an alcoholic?” you teased, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. to this, he immediately panicked, stuttering out a response. “no, i never said that! i mean, i come here too, and i’m not an alcoholic!” he laughed shyly, the embarrassment creeping in. he was worried he’d said something completely wrong.

you looked away, a smirk forming. "i do come here often. it’s the only place near the hospital that’s open at night."

“wait, you’re a doctor?” jungwon’s eyes widened, genuine surprise lighting up his face. the realization made him even more intrigued by you. it was great that you were all so captivating, and also probably had a lot of determination.

“doctor l/n to you, head of neurosurgery, one of the best in the country,” you said, a mix of pride and seriousness in your voice. you met his eyes again, noticing how captivated he seemed. "what about you?" you asked.

“i’m kind of working with the police,” jungwon said, still in shock at being in the presence of such an important person. the idea of your worlds intertwining intrigued him, and he couldn’t help but wonder how your paths might cross in more ways than one.

“kind of?” you frowned.

“not kind of, sorry, i am,” he corrected himself. “but, talking about you again, as a doctor, i imagine you have very little time for anything right?” he asked nicely.

"my life is at stake for others' lives," you said, pressing your lips together, suddenly reminded that you had promised to be back at the hospital soon. "listen, jungwon, it was really nice meeting you, but i have to go back-" you started, but he cut you off.

"of course, do you have a ride? i can take you if you’d like," he offered, his concern evident as he inched a bit closer.

you shook your head gently. "i brought my car, and i wouldn’t want to pull you away from your friends." you nodded toward them, who were watching you intently but quickly averted their gazes when they caught your eye.

jungwon chuckled, a soft smile playing on his lips. “it’s okay, they’ll live without me for a bit.” there was a sincerity in his voice that made your heart beat. his relaxed demeanor was infectious, and you found yourself drawn to the genuine warmth he exuded.

he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “honestly, i’d rather be here with you than over there.”.

“really?” you asked. “what’s so special about this conversation?” the playful glint in your eyes encouraged him to say something.

jungwon’s breath caught in his throat for a moment. "well, we’d have to meet again for you to find out," he mustered out a reply, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he looked down at you. something about him made you feel like he was actually interested, but you couldn’t risk it, not now, not when you had a lot of things going on.

“looking forward to it,” you challenged lightly, your voice barely above a whisper, and you leaned back, not realizing the weigh of your words on him.

he helped you down from the tall stool, his hand brushing against yours, sending a thrill through you. "i just mean it. it was great meeting you, y/n."

you met his intense gaze. "thanks, jungwon. you too."

turning to leave, you took a last good look at him before probably not seeing him again after this night, his brown hair slightly toloused, his warm demeanor, and those two dimples that poked his cheeks every time he smiled your way, it made you want to not go back to the hospital ever and stay the whole night talking to him. but that was something that was simply never going to happen, even if you did enjoy being there more than anything.

as you made your way to your sports car, thoughts of yang jungwon flooded your mind, you had just met this man and somehow he had made his presence known to you, and it would be undeniably difficult to make him leave.

BTW: i h8 this chapter and first meetings with a burning passion. somehow i can write fight scenes perfectly fine but not even a good paragraph of first meetings. like, let me cook guys, the other chapters r gonna be good because they alr met and went through the awkward phase. also, pls have mercy on me if i get anything wrong, i am not a doctor nor a cop so i’m just basing this on shows.

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New York City: Chapter 1

Warnings: Not Proofread, Spelling Errors, Violence, Cursing, Abuse, Kidnapping, Fighting, OOC(??)

TMNT x Oc (Platonic)

(Dashed text) = Na'Vi speech translated to english text

|| Chapter 2 ||

Inspired by @talewrites

(pls go read their fics they are amazing)

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When Donnie was able to intercept the radio signal about the Foot Clan's newest "experiment" he immediately informed his brothers. They eventually decided they needed to go check it out, and in the cover of darkness the descended upon the warehouse. Leonardo was the first to notice it's disarray and the alarms blaring,

" it looks like a horror movie scene," Mikey whispered, earning a huff from Raphael as Donatello looked around nervously. What had happened here?

As they got closer, the bodies started to pile up, along with the sounds of crashing and things being thrown. Eventually, they heard a guttural growl as they came around a bend. Their eyes widened as they spotted a blue huddled form sitting in the middle of multiple bodies. It sat up with a shrill gasp as it whipped around to face them. She jumped up, knife and hands covered in blood as she panted, staring down the brothers. She was as tall as them, if not taller. Was she a mutant? Her tail lashed widely as she let out a hiss as one of the bodies began to groan. She plunged the knife into it over and over again, growling, hissing and panting like a feral animal. She eventually jumped back up and started knocking stuff off tables with shrill yells and yips.

" WHERE AM I!? " She whipped around, gasping and tossing stuff. These demons had brought her here. She knew that much.

She whipped back around as Leo stepped out from behind the corner, she hissed, lashing out with her knife as he stepped out. She climbed behind the metal table that had been dented when she threw it.

" WHO YOU DEMON!? " She screamed, fangs barred as the gaint green creature took in her words, her accent was foreign, something no one had ever heard before. He raised his 3 fingered hands to show he meant to harm as she lashed at him. She backed up, stepping over bodies and broken glass.

" I'm Leonardo, I am not going to hurt you. " He stated calmly as she pressed herself against the wall, ear pressed against her skull and tail lashing. She glanced at the body beside her, reaching down and grabbing the gun from his hand. She cocked it, pointing it at the creature as she hissed. Thank god dad taught me how to use this thing, she thought as the creatures eyes widened.

" Back. Now. " She hissed and he glanced at his brothers as they came to his side, she hissed louder. I could try to run past them, but then what? She hissed as the one in purple slammed his pole down on the metal ground that rang throughout the warehouse. She huffed, lowering the gun as her adrenaline started too where off. Everything was so heavy, so... tiring...

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I was out cold before I hit the floor, I know that because I never felt myself hit the ground. My eyes shot open as I sat up, head whipping around frantically as I took in my surroundings, a little room. I ripped out the IV line that was stuck into me with a yelp of pain as I stumbled out of the bed and into the wall. I heard walking and quickly climbed under the bed that I had woken up on. I pulled my knee to my chest with a grunt of pain that I tried to suppress as my breathes became ragged and frantic. Where am I? What were those things? How did I—

My thoughts we interrupted by the covers the hung over the bed being moved, causing light to shine in under it. I winced at the bright light and hissed as a head bent down to look under. I pulled my knees closer as I scooted back as far as I could.

" Hey, it's alright, we will not hurt you." My ears perked at the familiar language.

" You speak the language of my people? Who are you...? " I moved my hand in front of my face to block the light as I squinted.

" My name is Donatello. You need medical attention. You are hurt. " Slowly, a 3 fingered hand reached under and was held out, I slowly took it, crawling out from under the bed. Everything burned, I winced, blinking rapidly at the bright light as I was helped up. I steaded myself, hearing talking from out behind the curtained entrance. I sat down on the edge of the bed slowly, glancing at the green creature in the purple mask nervously.

" Where.. where am i? " I whispered as he started to tend to where I had ripped out the IV.

" New York." He glanced at my confused expression as he continued, " On Earth. "

I felt my heart drop to my stomach as my eyes widened.

" What.. no.. no, no, no, no! " I started to shake violently, and as he put a hand on my shoulder, I jumped up, screaming and hissing from my perch on the bed.

" GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME. " At this, he tried to step back as I shrieked, but almost tripped as I huddled into the corner. There were footsteps and yelling outside,

" Donnie! What's happening? " One stated as the curtains were pushed open. I growled, crouched down in the corner of the room as another green creature with a red mask walked in. My eyes locked on the gap in between him and the other mutant, and I bolted, throwing myself in between the two before they could think. I crashed into something and yelped, standing up quickly, I ran as I heard someone come running. I glanced at something that reflected on the wall, a weapon. I quickly lept, taking a sword in hand and wipping around. I growled at 2 creatures that stood before me, one in red and one in blue, weapons also drawn. I hissed, tail lashing as I crouched down. I jumped over them as something crashed down where I had just been, a.. a hairless tail!? I glanced at the form with a hiss as I landed on top of the couch. My ears twitched at the sound of footsteps, and I swung around, ready to kill as everyone started yelling. Two humans had barged in, the sword I held almost pressed again them. There was a shriek from someone as I was shoved harshly, I dropped the sword with a hiss of pain as I crawled back up from the floor.

" You okay angelcakes? " The creature in orange looked at the humans with concern as the one in red huffed in between us. I scoffed, picking myself back up as the one in red started towards me, weapons drawn. I hissed, running at him. I jumped right into him, sending him onto his back. I wrapped my hands around his weapons blades and yanked them from his grip as I jumped off of him. I flipped them around and got a grip on the handles as I spoke

" I WILL KILL YOU DEMON! DO NOT COME CLOSER! " I snorted as he started to get up, huffing and angry. I crouched down, ready to fight until the same creature from early stepped in between us.

" Raph, calm down. You, drop the weapons. " I hissed, fangs baring as I did.

" Send me back home! " I growled, ears flat against my skull.

" I need time to figure out how to do that alright, so please, for everyone's sake, drop them. " I snorted, throwing the knife like weapons passed both of their heads and into the wall. Everyone was silent as I stared at Donatello, the tension growing so thick you could cut it with a knife. My ears twitched as footsteps sounded, I turned to see the rat-like creature from before. I glared at it as it came closer,

" What does it want? " I stepped back with a hiss as it continued to come at me, slowly but surely.

" She wants to know what you want, Sensei. " Donnie said, looking at Master Splinter. He didn't answer as he finally got close enough to touch me. I glared daggers at him, and he grabbed my hands firmly as he inspected the cuts from grabbing the twin sai from his son. He motioned for me to follow with his hand, I glanced back with a hiss at the one in red and followed nervously. He led me back to the room I had come from. He grabbed the first aid kit Donatello had been using and opened it up, wrapping my hands tightly and silently. I stared blankly pasted him, thinking about everything when tears started to prick at my eyes.

" I want to go home... Will I ever be able to go home? " I studied the small huddled rat-thing as if expecting an answer, but I got none. I sighed, tail and ears drooping as the one in blue, Leonardo, pushed through the curtains. I let out a small hiss, but he just glanced at me as Donatello pushed through the curtains as well.

" We will try to find a way to get you home. " He glanced up from the screen that glowed in front of him.

" Raph, you totally got your ass beat by the new babe! " The one in orange laughed, practically crying, earning a shove from one in red from behind the open curtain. A slight smile crawled across my face as the rat thing, the 'Sensei', finished wrapping my hands.

" Since I am apparently stuck here, my name is Lìu'ye alu Pxiut Asipä. " I scrunched my nose in annoyance as I watched his eyes fill with confusion and glance at Leonardo.

" Lìu'ye. " I repeated in annoyance, flexing my bandaged hands. He tried to say it back, but I put my hand in his face.

" Stop. It is pathetic to hear you struggle with something so simple! " I rolled my eyes, looking at Leonardo, who was eyeing us in confusion. I stared back, side eyeing him as I snorted in annoyance as Donnie spoke up.

" You should probably go apolo— "

" For what? That he's a wuss? Or weak? " There was immediately cackling from outside as I smirked as Donnie rolled his eyes. I shrugged, walking past him as he sighed.

" What do you guys have to eat around here? " I eyed the mutant in red as the one beside him in orange was hunched over laughing, at the lack of response I growled. My tail flicked as I eyed the two humans talking to the 'Sensei', or what must be the Eytukan and the mutant in blue. I turned to the sound of footsteps and looked down at the one in orange.

" What up, dudette! My name is Michaelangelo, but you can call me Mikey! " He grinned, I eyed him before I spoke.

" Mikey? " His grin widened as he raised his arms.

" Welcome to your new home!- I guess? " He glanced at his brother in purple who thought for a moment then nodded as he turned back to his computers. I eyed the Twin Sai in the wall and walked over, ripping them out of the wall and turning around. Everyone stared back, waiting for me to make a move. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the one in red, or 'Raph?' I handed him the two sai and smirked.

" What? Never got beat by a girl? " His eyes widened, and I swear I saw smoke come from his nose and ears. Mikey practically fell over laughing as I turned away, my tail hitting his hand as he practically vibrated with anger.

" Idiots I tell you! Eywa, help me! " I hissed, rubbing my face with my hands as I walked away. I felt my heart crack a bit as I reflected on what was happening. I was staring off into nothing that when someone grabbed my arm, I practically jumped out of my skin. I whipped around to see a human woman staring up at me. She put out her hand to be shook.

" My name is April O'Neil. " I glanced at her wearily, looking back at a grinning Mikey as he gave me a thumbs up. I bent down, taking her hand gently and shaking it. I thought as she stared up at me, a small smile plastered on her face.

" Lilith.. My name Lilith. " The corner of my lips pulled to a small grin, slightly showing my fangs as I did.

" You are not all bad, little demon. " I smiled, standing up.

" Names? " I glanced at Mikey as I sat down on the couch, who seemed to light up at my words.

" This is my brother Donatello, a technical genius who is technically a genius! " He pointed to the mutant in purple as he spoke, then pointed to the one in red.

" This is my other brother, Raphael! He's the one with anger issues! " This earned him a glare from his brother as he moved onto the one in blue.

" This is my other, other brother. Leonardo, our fearless leader! " I glanced at him, eyebrows scrunched. Really? Him? A Eytukan? I almost laughed at the thought.

" Then, of course, there is me, Mikey, " He then pointed to the two humans,

" Then there is April, whom you already met, and Casey, the weird guy." I eyed the two as he pointed to the Sensei,

" And that is our dad, Master Splinter! " Ah, there is why they all listened to him. He was their father. I glanced at him, then Mikey.

" We are mutants. It's a long story. Anyways, tell me a bit about yourself! " He grinned excitedly as he sat down next to me. There was something so comforting about his unbothered ways. He reminded me much of my brother...

" I am Lìu'ye, or Lilith, of the Mangkwan clan. My father is the olo'eyktan, and my mother was a part of the Avatar Program before the Great War. " My ears twitched as Donnie walked over.

" Her name is Lilith of Mangkwan Clan. Her father was clan leader, and her mother was an avatar, " He stated, sitting down in between us with a cup of coffee.

" Yooo!! That's so cool! So you're like a princess of the clan? " Mikey chirped, leaning forward to see past his brother. I shrugged, nodding slightly

" I guess you could say that? " He grinned at my response, earning an eye roll from his brother,

" So I could call you princess? " At this, I snorted, flicking him in the face as he let out a yelp, almost knocking Donnie's coffee out of his hands as he flinched.

" Watch it, Mikey! " He barked in annoyance, standing up and walking back towards his computers. Mikey rolled his eyes. My eyes followed the edges of the room, then stopped at the wall full of weapons. I stepped up, walking closer to it with care. I inspected the weapons, metal, I scoffed, turning towards Mikey, who had followed me.

" Where my knife? " At this, I felt something come flying towards us, I practically shoved Mikey out of the way as I grabbed the knife before it hit the wall. He stumbled up with a star-struck expression as he looked at who had thrown the knife.

" Did you just throw my own knife at me? " I growled, stepping closer to Raphael as Mikey gulped.

" Hey- uh- guys, let just calm down– " At Mikey's blubbering, Leo realized what was about to go down and quickly stepped in.

" Woah woah woah, everyone, calm down! What happened? " I snorted, knife in hand as I stared down into Raph's eyes.

" Don't you EVER think that I am scared of you. You moron, thinking you're so tough when you are the weakest. " I spat, pointing a finger into his chest.

" Raph threw Lil's knife at her! " Mikey explained to Leo as his brother was still being faced down by their newest 'addition' to their group.

" Raph! What the hell is your problem!? " Leo retorted, shoving his brother away as Mikey drew away my attention as I sheathed my knife.

" Hey princess, how about we go get you something to eat? Is there anything specific you want? " He said as he pulled me away, my tail lashed as I reluctantly followed him. I shrugged as I sat down at the table and watched Mikey get to work on whatever, while Leo and Raph's arguing was still echoing throughout the rooms. I eventually must have fallen asleep because Mikey had to wake me.

" Hey! Hellooooo! Wake up, sleepy head! I made pancakes! " I slowly pulled my head off of the table with a tired groan as a plate was put in front of me. I rubbed my eyes as I took in the scent of the food in front of me. I started stuffing my face before Mikey could hand me a fork. He watched in amusement as I finished off the plate within seconds.

" Thanks Mikey. " I purred out, standing and stretching as I yawned.

" You're welcome! Anytime you want something to eat, just let me know! " I nodded, eyes closed as I breathed in the scents around me. There was something.. something new, I turned around to see Master Splinter sitting cross-legged in a circle of candles. I silently walked over, careful not to interrupt as I sat down in front of him. I watched curiously, head cocked to the side as my tail thumped quietly against the floor. He eventually opened an eye to see what I was doing.

" Hello, Master Splinter. " I chirped out as he opened both eyes.

" Hello Lilith, how are you feeling? "

" ..Lost. " I whispered out, and he nodded in understanding.

" We will try our best to get you back home to your universe. " He returned to his pose, leaving no room for questioning his words. I huffed, standing up and looking around and picking a direction. I walked over to the glowing room of screens cautiously. I wasn't even halfway there before I felt something flying through the air at me. I leaped for the couch, almost flipping it over as I rolled back up and looked around. Master Splinter was standing where I had been with an amused glint in his eyes. At this sudden movement, his sons joined us on the outskirts of the room. I felt a grin creep across my face as I took a stance, ready to dodge or attack. There was a deafening silence until he came running at me, I jumped out of the way and onto the roof, hanging upside down by my legs with a grin.

" That's all you got, old man? " I chirped, causing Donnie to cackle as he informed Master Splinter of what I had said. They all grinned, even Raph, as I jumped down. Splinter motioned for me to make the first move, and I did. I jumped at him, but as he ducked down, I grabbed the back of his clothes and rolled, sending him flying. He caught himself with a thunk as I quickly stood back up. He walked closer, clamly and I followed suit.

" You fight well, but you can still be taken by surprise. " At that, his tail swept my feet from under me, and I hit the floor with an annoyed hiss. I sat back up, still grinning slightly as he continued.

" With more training you will be ready for surprise attacks. If you would like to train? "

I grinned wide in excitement as I hopped back up.

" I would love to! - if it's not any trouble! " I nodded quickly, bowing my head to him.

" When your injuries are healed, we will begin. " He said as he walked back to the circle of candles, I grinned, looking back at the 4 brothers who had watched. Mikey gave a thumbs up and Donnie nodded, but Raph and Leo just watched, faces deadpanned as they glanced at each other. My grin faltered as I looked at them, I turned back at Mikey who was excitedly hopping around, and it returned.

" This is so cool! You'll get to train with us! It'll be soooo fun! " I nodded, a yawn escaping my lips as I did.

" It's almost sundown. " Donnie pointed out, elbowing Leo gently to which he nodded, arms crossed. My ears perked as I turned to look at them.

" What does that mean? " I inquired, following the group as they went to the weapons wall.

" We are going out to patrol the city, " I cocked my head at Donnie's reply.

" You can sleep in the guest room, where you woke up at. " He pointed to the room as I nodded.

" We will be out until sunrise. " Leo added as he sheathed his katanas. I took a seat of the couch as they finished grabbing their gear.

" We won't be gone too long princess! " Mikey chirped, earning a groan from the rest of the party and an eye roll from me as they left.

I huffed, melting into the couch as I tried to stay awake. I very much lost the fight and fell into deep sleep and was awakened by the sound of heavy footfall. I practically jumped up, making eye contact with a masked man. I growled, jumped on top of him as he let out a shriek, I knocked of the mask to reveal– Casey.

" Really smart. " I spat sarcastically as I hopped off of him. He stumbled up, looking at me in fear as I returned to my spot on the couch, eyes following him.

" You almost killed me! " He yelped, pointing his mask at me with his hand. I nodded, letting a fanged grin show as he stomped off. I snorted, rolling my eyes as I closed my eyes once again, relaxing into the couch.

I was awoken to the sound of hushed arguing as the brothers returned. I yawned, stretching and getting up as they put their weapons back up onto the wall. I spotted Casey staring at me from beside April and I snapped my fangs at him with a grin as he jumped back. They all turned to me as I cleared my throat.

" Thank you. " I stated as I signed 'I See You' to each of the brothers as they stayed silent. Suddenly there was a scoff from Casey as he spoke up,

" You guys are lucky, she tried to eat me! " He snapped as I let out a laugh and snapped at him again.

" Tasty human~ " I grinned, and he rolled his eyes as the brothers' and April broke into laughter. After they calmed down April handed me a duffle bag, to which I cocked my head in confusion.

" It's clean clothes, probably not your style but it's all I could find that would fit you. " A purr rumbled out of my chest as I smiled down at her.

" Is she– purring? " Raph pointed at me as I walked towards my unofficial room to change.

" Na'Vi purr when they are content or comfortable." Donnie piped up from his screen, fixing his glasses before turning back.

" Awwwwww! That's adorable!!~ " Mikey squeaked from beside Raph who just rolled his eyes as I disappeared behind the curtains.

I quickly changed, the clothes fit like a glove and were surprisingly comfortable! Though I did have to cut a hole for my tail in the pair of shorts I picked out. I stepped out of the room to see April's smiling face.

" You look amazing! " She took my giant hands into hers as she led me along to the kitchen area where everyone was crowded at the table, talking and eating. My nose twitched at the unfamiliar smell that got stronger as I got closer. April pointed to an empty chair next to Raph as she sat on the other side of it. I hopped up into the chair and sat cross legged, catching the glances that everyone shared as I got comfortable.

She scooted a plate with a triangle shaped piece of food towards me.

" It's called pizza, it's good! Try it! " I picked up the flimsy thing and nervously took a bite, it was delicious! I quickly scarfed it down with a satisfied purr. I watched as everyone descended into conversation around the table. I felt my heart crack as my eyes started to sting, I missed my home. I quickly got up, without a word, and jumped up into the exposed piping within the lair. I crawled into a hidden away spot, breathing out a sigh as tears started to stream down my face. I pulled my knees to my chest as I fought to silence the sobs that shook my body as I scrubbed the tears off my face.

" Eywa please... please, I miss them. I miss my home... " I whispered out, the prayer to Eywa echoing in my ears.

I sat there for a while, exhausted and lost. I stared at the pipes, longing from the familiar twists and turns of the trees and the sounds of village below. I closed my eye tightly, hoping I would open them and this was all a funny dream, but it wasn't. I eventually fell asleep, curled up against the unfamiliar pipes, yet somehow they gave me a familiar sense of comfort as I slept. I dreamed of the forests, my family.. my family...

I groaned, slowly pulling my head from the uncomfortable position it had fallen into while I was asleep. I crawled down carefully, letting out a big yawn as I wandered towards the kitchen. I fumbled with the fridge and grabbed a water bottle from inside. I struggled for a moment with the cap then opened it and chugged the whole thing in one big gulp. I wiped my mouth, throwing the bottle away as I stepped out into the common room. I peered at the sleeping figure on the couch, the familiar blue mask gone, but I still recognized it as Leo. I strolled towards the exit, glancing back each time I heard Leo toss and turn. I eventually lifted the cover and peered out; it was just after sundown. I pulled myself out of the small hole, blinking quickly as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I sat to the side of the cover, watching from the shadows as people walked by. I took in a gulp of air, savoring the taste of fresh air on my tongue as it filled my sore lungs. It was so peaceful and calm, that was until the manhole cover flew off as someone jumped out. I bit my tongue in order not to scream as Leo crossed his arms, eyeing me as he stepped over to me. He crouched next to me in the shadow as he slowly spoke up,

" You shouldn't come out here alone. It's dangerous," I scoffed as he continued.

" But I understand you just wanted to relax, I come out here sometimes when I'm stressed. " I raised an eyebrow disbelievingly as he turned his head towards me.

" I'm serious! " He laughed quietly, as my lips pulled into a smile.

" It's... calm. " I stared up at the sky as he followed my gaze. He stood up, putting out his hand to help me up. I took it carefully, pulling myself up as he motioned for me to follow him. As we climbed to the roof top in silence the stars became more and more visible with each step we took until we made it to the roof. He sat along the edge, and I sat next to him, feet dangling off the edge as we looked up at the sky.

We sat there until it was almost sun up, then we slipped back down into the sewers and returned to the lair. I held a smile as we returned, a new energy coursing through my body. We were met with a piercing stare from Master Splinter as we walked into the common room.

" And where have you two been? " He eyed us curiously as Leo spoke up.

" Just watching the stars and relaxing. " I nodded, throwing a small smile his way as I looked back at his father.

" Well next time please let someone know where you are going. " We quickly nodded; a smile still plastered on my face as we were dismissed. I quickly scattered to the kitchen at the smell of food, I was towering over Mikey before he realized I was there. He must have felt my breath on his head, because he looked up suddenly. I beamed, looking into his eyes then at what he was making.

" Food? " I questioned as I stepped to the side of him, and he returned to cutting the vegetables.

" Yep!~ You'll love this! April brought it down for me to cook! " I smiled, leaving him be as I went to find Splinter again. I found him in what looked like an empty room, this must be the training room, I thought as I walked towards him.

" I am ready. " He glanced at me with a nod.

" Are you sure? We will not go easy on you. "

" We? " I echoed as he called for Raphael, who was quickly in the entrance at his father's call.

" Raphael, are you up to help Lilith with her training? " Splinter said as he turned to his son as he nodded, arms crossed.

" Good, stand in that corner. Lilith, you'll stand here, " He pointed to the corner opposite of the one that Raph had stepped into,

" Alright, your goal is to stay out of Raph's hold. No weapons this time. " He stepped off to the outskirts of the room, waiting for a moment as we got into stances before he spoke.

" Begin! "

And with that Raphael leapt forward, running towards me as I stood still. He was about to grab me when I swiftly ducked, rolling to the side and jumping up and quickly gaining distance as he whipped around. I grinned, raising an eyebrow as he came towards me again. I quickly dodged, letting a fake yawn slip as he came at me again. I jumped out of the way again, as I opened my mouth to say something a pair of arms locked around me. I yanked my arms out, throwing them back as I gripped onto the back of the neck of whoever had grabbed me. I shifted my weight forwards as I bent down, throwing whoever was behind me over my head and towards Raph. I panted, pulling myself up right, meeting the stunned face of Leo, who was laying on his back on the ground. I let out a throaty laugh as I looked at the two shocked turtles as I crossed my arms.

" You didn't think I would be that easy to overpower, did you? " I grinned, sticking my tongue out as Leo got up and into stance beside Raph. I grinned, also getting into my stance as the two leapt towards me. I crouched down, throwing myself into Raph's legs. This sent him tumbling over as I rolled out of the way and ran faster towards the wall, Leo following close behind. I leapt onto the wall, pushing myself off of it and flipping midair as I launched myself into Leo, feet meeting his mid-section in an action that sent him flying backwards with a gasp of surprise. I jumped up as he hit the wall with a crash. I smirked as Raph got up, who was chuckling at his brother's dazed expression he had from his spot on the floor. I couldn't hold back my laughter as I glanced between the two brothers'. I snorted, shaking with laughter as Leo regained his balance.

" Geez, I didn't think I was gonna be a punching bag today! " He whined as he got up. At this I practically fell over laughing, drawing the attention of Michelangelo from outside the room.

" Yo who put a Leo sized dent in the wall? " He said, peaking into the room with a hand on the door frame. Raph pointed to me as I grinned innocently.

" No way! And I missed it?! " He gasped, a smirk creeping across his face as Master Splinter joined me in the middle of the room.

" You did well Lilith, we will end training here for today. " He said with a curt nod. I nodded, bowing my head as he exited the room. Me, Leo, and Raph followed suit, drawn towards the smell of food from the kitchen that Mikey had returned to. I quickly hopped into a chair, nose twitching at the mouthwatering scent of food in the air. There was bowl of food placed in front of me by Raph as he and April helped Mikey get the food ready for everyone as Splinter started making some tea. I stared at the bowl, slowly taking the small metal utensil that sat beside it. There was chunks of meat and vegetables, I sniffed the spoonful of food I had brought closer to my face before taking a bite. My pupils grew wide with delight as I ate some more food, I was met with a smirk for Mikey as he sat down next to me. My tail thumped against the chair with a purr rumbling from my chest as I ate.

" Really good! " I grinned through a mouthful of food at Mikey, who had just started eating his own food. He grinned back, also speaking through a mouthful of food.

" I know right? First time April made it with me I fought Casey for seconds! " I purred out a laugh as I continued to scarf down the food until my stomach felt like it was going to burst. I got up with a purr as I collected the empty bowls from around the table and quietly stood by Leo, who had taken the responsibility of cleaning up after dinner. I put the dishes in the water and joined Mikey, who was playing a 'video game' on the couch. I sat next to him, watching over his shoulder as he muttered angrily every time he lost. It became a rhythmic sound, the clicking of buttons followed by the sounds of angry muttering or cheering each time he won. I watched, not really understanding what he was doing but it was more interesting than trying to sleep or dreaming about my home only to have to wake up in an unknown world. I was about to fall asleep until Mikey jumped up, whooping and running over to where Leo had been sitting. I quickly followed, getting close enough to hear Mikey and Leo's conversation.

" Pleaseee Leo! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseeee " Mikey whined, on his hands and knees, begging Leo, who sat in his chair with his arms crossed, looking disapprovingly at Mikey.

" No! It's way too dangerous out there! Especially with the Foot Clan activity picking up! " At this, Mikey let out a groan of annoyance.

" Pleaseeeee this is the only day of the year we can fit in! " He begged, shaking Leo by the shoulders as he got up.

" No Mikey! You are not going out anywhere, that is final. " He snapped as he turned towards his room, causing Mikey to sigh and turn back towards the couch. I followed after him, rubbing my tired eyes as I did.

" What's wrong? " I asked as I trailed after him. He practically threw himself onto the couch as he answered.

" Leo is no fun! Not even letting me go to one Halloween parade! " He whined, sitting up and making room for me on the couch.

" Halloween? " I echoed as he thought of the right words to explain it.

" It's a celebration of sorts, where everyone dresses up. It's the one day of the whole year where we are free to mingle with humans without fear of scaring them! But someone never lets us have any fun around here! " He yelled the last part, making sure Leonardo had heard him. My eyebrows knitted together as I thought.

" Just trying to protect. " Mikey let out a sigh as I spoke, head in his hands.

" I know, but it's annoying. " I nodded in understanding, putting a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

" Get some rest. " I suggested as he yawned. He nodded, grinning as he pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

" Good night princess, sleep well! " He grinned as he released me from his hold and made his way towards his room.

" May Eywa guide you, " I yawned, taking a moment to stretch before jumping up into the piping. I crawled into the corner, realizing that someone had put some blankets and pillows up here. I smiled, curling up in the blanket as I quickly descended into sleep.

I looked around the pitch-black void I had awoken in. I whipped around at the sounds of something moving, only to meet the piercing gaze of someone's purple eyes. I was frozen under their gaze, I tried to step closer but couldn't. I was fighting my own body as those eyes burned straight through my soul.

I shot straight up, banging my head on a pipe with a yelp of pain.

" Son of a- " I growled as I rubbed my head.

" You okay up there? " I crawled towards the exit slowly, a hand still rubbing my head as I jumped down to meet Donnie's curious gaze. I nodded, removing my hand from my head.

" Did you put a blanket and pillow up there for me? " He shook his head and took a sip of coffee. I walked past him and towards where April was making food.

" You want some? It's cereal. " She looked up at me with a tired grin. I nodded, and she handed me a bowl and a spoon. I sat down at the table next to Splinter and Leo, who both had tea in their hands. Leo was slowly perking up; he obviously wasn't a morning person. Splinter was sipping his tea silently as I too started to perk up.

" Who put blanket? " I pointed to where I had slept at, and Leo shrugged.

" Must have been Mikey, "

" What must have been Mikey? " Raph interjected with Mikey at his side as they sat down.

" Whoever put a blanket and pillow up there for Lilith. " Leo answered tiredly as Mikey piped up.

" I didn't put anything up there? "

" That's because I did. " Raph answered, taking a sip of coffee as practically everyone turned to face him with a shocked or confused expression.

" Thank you, very comfortable. " I smiled as I continued to eat. He nodded with a huff as Mikey grinned at him.

" Growing soft or something Raph? " Casey grinned as Rapheal turned around to face him, causing Casey to find safety behind April.

" I'll punch you short stack. "

" Okay okay, I get it! " Casey whined from behind April as she made her way towards the table.

" Do you mind if I make a bow? " I looked up at Donnie as I finished off my breakfast.

" I don't see why that would be a problem. I have some wood you can use as the base. " He said as he disappeared into his room, returning a few seconds later with multiple sticks. I carefully took them, inspecting each one until I found one perfect for my new bow. He put the rest back as I sat down on the couch, knife in hand as I carved away. Eventually, Leonardo joined me on the couch, watching carefully as I carved away.

" What are 'ya making? " He pointed to the stick as I grabbed the string Donnie had brought over earlier.

" Bow. " I said as I tied the string and held up the bow. I pulled back, pretending to fire an arrow as he watched curiously. I stood up and I grabbed one of the smaller sticks I had sharpened for an arrow. I pulled back, breathing out as I let the arrow fly through the air. It hit the wall and stuck into it, I grinned, turning to Leo as he held a amazed expression.

" Woah! That was amazing! " He smiled as I retrieved the arrow.

" Want to try? " I held out the bow and arrow to him. He smiled, carefully taking it as I showed him how to stand.

" Hold here. " I carefully directed him into the right way to hold a bow, hissing slightly every time he tried to move.

" Shoulders back! Elbow up! " I barked, pushed his arms into place as I made sure his stance was good. I nodded as he breathed out to release the arrow. It didn't hit and he let out a frustrated groan as I snickered.

" Most do not get that far, did good." I retrieved the arrow as he handed back my bow.

" Yeah, well I'll stick to my katanas. " I nodded, smiling at the fact I was able to teach my new friends about my ways of fighting. I returned to the couch as he left, and I continued carving designs into my bow. Once I had finished with the designs on the bow I moved onto the arrows, sharpening them until they couldn't get any sharper. I then joined everyone for dinner, which was pizza, at the table. I was able to show off my new bow, shooting arrows quickly and swiftly into the walls as everyone watched. I retrieved them and crawled back up into my spot, sharpening them again before putting them in a quiver that Donnie had found a while back as dinner ended. I curled up, ready to sleep as the noise around the lair stopped as everyone went to sleep. That was, until the sound of soft footsteps echoed throughout the space, I almost thought I was dreaming, until I heard someone breathing. I quickly and quietly hopped up, grabbing my bow and quiver and slinging them over my shoulder as I hopped down to meet Mikey, who was as pale as a ghost as he spotted me.

" Oh- uhh, hey princess...! " He whispered as I eyed him curiously while he grabbed his nun chucks off the wall.

" Where you going? " I whispered back, following after him as he walked swiftly and silently towards the exit.

" Um, just, y'know- out? " He grinned, trying to seem innocent as I followed him.

" Where. " I hissed softly back as he rubbed the back of his neck.

" To a Halloween parade... please don't tell Leo I'll be fine! " He whined softly, as I crossed my arms.

" Fine... but we stay together. " His eyes glowed as he led me towards the exit. As we climbed out of the hole I looked back, wincing internally, this was definitely not smart. But what was the worst that could happen?

I was quickly distracted all the people; my mouth fell agape as we joined the crowd. A smiled crawled across my face as we danced and sang with the crowd, Mikey was right, this is awesome! Many people came up to us, saying how good our costumes were. We just laughed and gave them fist bumps as we continued down the streets. It had to be almost midnight when I first noticed the smoke. I grabbed onto Mikey's arm as the smoke became thick and explosions sounded off. We were separated in the panicking people, I looked around as fear rose in my chest, only to meet those purple eyes from my dream. They pierced through the smoke; I felt my heart leap into my throat as I froze under their gaze.

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lalunanymph · 9 months ago

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Dawn!! If you’re still accepting suggestions for ttpd, would you be willing to do loml with kakucho or i can fix him with ran? even if you’re not, it’s okay! just wanted to say that ive been following you for quite some time and everything you write is incredible, you are my fav writer on tumblr 🩷🩷🥹

𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐋 [*ੈ✩‧₊˚ dawn.🕹️ ttpd]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ you discover the truth about him

Your shivering body fights through the hail of rain storming down from the heavens as if in retribution for your scalded emotions.

His back grows smaller, almost disappearing around the corner.

You follow right behind him, unable to take your eyes off how his trench coat—once gray—is now soaked through till it makes the water dripping from its hem look like bleeding ink.

Kakucho doesn’t sense you, which is strange.

He always had a sixth sense when it came to you.

But, he pushes through the storm, head bent low.

It’s almost one in the morning and you can’t figure out why he’s here in the dead of night. Why he left your apartment in a fit of rage when all you had asked him is why he chose to ignore your messages after a fight you both had.

You can’t unearth his true sentiments, and rather than risk his ire for the second time tonight, you choose to do your own snooping.

He stops right in front of a bar, its neon sign throwing sleazy, ripples of light across the overflowing puddles. Hiding himself under the awning, you can just trace the outline of his scar, slick with water, his expression blank and frankly, frightening.

The Kakucho you knew would never look this disengaged and dangerous.

He always smiles whenever you need it, and right now, you wish he would.

Wish he would come back home and not make you feel like he had thrown in the towel—giving up on your relationship with such callous ease.

Someone appears from the shadows, and he follows after the mysterious figure.

You take a tentative step forward, crossing the street, ducking under the awning and following him down the narrow pathway.

Someone screams, and you feel your blood run cold.

Rounding the bend, your eyes widen, a gasp flying free from your lax mouth.

Kakucho looks up, blood on his hands. A dead man lies at his feet, the skin on his neck shredded to ribbons, red rivulets drenching the ground.

You take a step backward and stumble, falling right on your ass.

“Love,” Kakucho speaks, his voice hoarse; fear flashes in his incongruous eyes, the knife in his hand clattering to the ground.

He takes one step towards you, but all you can think about is how he’s stepping in some man’s blood.

You scramble back, hands thrown up as if to stop his advance.

A strangled cry slips past your cold lips, sounding almost like that man’s scream before he lost his life.

“My darling, I can explain—”

“Wh—who—Kakucho—why?” Your brain is on overdrive, spitting out questions faster than your mouth can comprehend.

The darkness starts to spin, and you think you might bend forward and hurl.

“You weren’t supposed to see this.” Rain droplets drip down the sides of his cheeks, the curve of his nose and streaming past his thin lips which twist into a grimace of pure agony. “My love, I’m so sorry—”

“Is this what you do?” You can’t believe how you’re able to formulate a sentence, but the human mind is a resilient thing. “When you leave me alone at night. Is this what you do? Killing people?”

You’re sure you see the knife glinting in your periphery and almost scream, but he kicks it aside, far away from you, and raises his hands to show he’s unarmed.

Kakucho looks like he’s struggling to speak as well. He opens his mouth, closes it.

Drops his arms and hangs his head forward, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“I… I’m so sorry. You weren’t supposed to find out like this.”

You think he’s going to kill you, judging from how villains in dramas would want to get rid of any unfortunate eyewitnesses when their true colors were revealed.

But, your lover does nothing like that.

He only stares at you imploringly with his milky-red eyes. Stepping forward, he slides to his knees, a sinner begging for forgiveness at your altar.

“He’s a dangerous man, love,” he speaks through numb lips; somehow, you sense his words more than hear them, your mind spinning into a different dimension with how easily your life had spun out of control in a single, devastating second.

You wish you had never followed him, never gave into your curiosity.

If you had followed his terse command to stay home, you would still be blissfully unaware; safe in your little, loved-up bubble without ever considering your kind, warm hearted and faithful boyfriend was a literal murderer.

You wished you had never met Kakucho.

As if he could hear your thoughts, he shuffles closer to you, trying to take your cold hands.

You shrug him off, curling into your own body, shoulders hunched forward and hands tucked to your chest.

“You’re a killer.”

He doesn’t refute you; staring at you in open anguish.

“What would happen if I told the police?”

He freezes, and you already half-expect to be dead where you stand. But, he locks his mismatched gaze onto yours, those unique eyes boring deep into your soul.

“Then, tonight would be the last time you would ever see me in your life.” He rocks back on his haunches, expression morphing into one of sure regret. “And we will never live the life we want.”

You don’t know if he’s trying to manipulate you—at this point, you can’t figure out anything beyond trying to get out of this alive.

“I won’t kill you,” he says, striking you mute with confusion. “But, I will have to disappear. Forever. If you can live with that—if you want me instantly gone—I will do it.”

The anguish in his eyes melts into acceptance; an innocent lamb succumbing to its fate in the slaughterhouse of heartbreak.

“But, I won’t try to change your mind. I understand this is something unacceptable for you,” his voice shakes, but he bravely pushes through. “I wasn’t the man you thought I was. I can’t be who he is. I lied to you. I’m so sorry. If you ever do tell the police on me, I hope you will forgive me one day.”

You aren’t able to believe it. Here you were, threatening to expose his crime, and Kakucho was on his knees, apologizing to you for not being the man you thought he was and could be.

He waits, watching in rapt attention as you race through your thoughts. Sorting through the pros and cons.

Tears prick your eyes, mingling with the rainwater trickling down your cheeks. Somewhere, behind him, you imagine the man’s blood must be running cold.

The rain continues to pour and above, a street light flickers once, throwing shadows across a look on his face you would never forget until the day you died.

Regret. Fear. Longing.

Loss.

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kylejsugarman · 7 months ago

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hey I lurk for your Breaking Bad content. please give me all of your Jesse in Alaska/recovery headcanons. I need it like I need air.

jesse in alaska.......where do i even begin 😔 im going to avoid lingering too much on my alaska oc's and that little world (tldr for newcomers: jesse gets to haines, starts working at a repair/custom shop called carvings owned by sheila, and befriends and falls in love with the local vet demi who is raising her niece baby) just because there are Plenty of those posts and i want to focus more on jesse himself

this is one ive talked about before, but its just so precious to me, and thats jesse getting into cooking. at first, him learning how to do it is out of pure necessity. the canned food that ed left him only lasts for a few weeks and the prepackaged stuff at the store is all queasily redolent of the "treats" (<- meager sustenance) that were dropped into his cage, so he picks up a box of dry pasta and looks at the recipe for chicken penne printed on the box. it has all the steps, the ingredients. he was always good at following a recipe. jesse dutifully buys the stuff and what begins as him robotically following the text later on in his small, dim kitchen starts to feel. Good. there's no harsh fumes or chemical burns. he doesnt have to measure the garlic down to a hundredth of a gram. he has a recipe to follow—something to guide him—but nothing awful is going to happen if he experiments a little. if he deviates. and he isn't making poison. he's making something Good. for so, so long, jesse only Destroyed and when he did create, it was poison. now he gets to do what he wants. he gets to make good. that chicken penne is the first thing he eats in weeks that actually has flavor—or maybe he's letting himself Taste again. jesse starts cooking more and more, using those supermarket recipes and eventually recipes that he prints off from the public library computers, and even once it becomes a part of his daily routine, he never loses that weird excitement for it. there's the satisfaction of successfully executing a task even with his memory issues and adhd, but also the excitement of realizing over and over that he can do what he wants.

jesse thinks he's "done" with drugs when he gets to alaska purely because he hasn't been able to use and doesnt have immediate access to anything stronger than alcohol or tobacco, but he quickly realizes that he does not have any other kind of coping mechanism ready to deploy or way to sufficiently distract himself once he's physically and mentally well enough to Be Aware. alcohol doesnt seem to "work" fast enough. he thinks over and over about hiring a sex worker or finding a bar somewhere so he can have sex with and fall asleep next to a warm, living body. he drives for hours and sometimes hits the brakes hard on the icy road when theres no one else out there, letting himself skid uncontrollably and hoping he crashes. he wants to start a fight with a stranger. he wants to hug a stranger. and he does end up using drugs again, several times. i mean he's a severely traumatized addict arriving in a new location with zero support. it's not a failure, it's not irreversible backsliding: it's just the reality of what being in this terrifying, vulnerable situation would be like for jesse. for a long time, he sees these relapses as signs of weakness and that Certain People were right about him being a pathetic junkie with no will or value, but as he starts meeting people and finding new ways to be happy and getting the right treatment for his various issues and sometimes even sitting in NA church basement meetings because he just needs to be Understood, jesse comes around to the idea that addiction is not a moral failing and sees his life as worthy enough to safely and healthily preserve.

lightning round!! jesse decides once he arrives to grow his hair and facial hair out some to look less like his old mugshot, but also because as soon as the cold winter air touches his shaved head, he basically reverts to spongebob and patrick duct-taping fur off of sandy to survive in her dome during winter. he stops to stare in awe at eagles and whales and moose even after years and years of living in alaska. his sense of smell is nearly totally destroyed from cooking without protection, but he still always buys lemon scented soap and cleaning stuff because lemon was his aunt ginny's favorite scent. he reads up on a lot of first-aid on the public library computers, sometimes out of a sense of frantic compulsion or guilt, sometimes out of legitimate curiosity. when he drives home from doctors appointments or NA meetings, he plays the music in his car so loud that his seat shakes. the people of haines know that mr driscoll can be a little cagey and will flinch at the sound of his own laugh, but they also know that he brakes for animals and carves beautiful gadrooning and buys ten of whatever the kids are selling to raise money for the band or their scout troop. and they like him quite a bit :)

#anonymous #ask #syd squeaks #me after typing up several paragraphs of incoherent maudlin garbage: yeah thats bad. Post It.#i tried very very hard not to weave in any of syd's alaska au into this please be proud of my efforts #breaking bad #el camino #jesse pinkman

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lemongrass--tea · 3 months ago

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Good morning and Happy Friday! You are an incredible artist! I've been browsing your work (on here and on Pillowfort!) and I am amazed by your mastery of anatomy and how you infuse character in each of your pieces.

First, I saw through the #sdv elliott tag how you were asking about drawing other fans' farmers. If you're still interested, I happily offer up mine! You can DM me for references if you so desire.

Second, I want to know more about Elliott and Connor. What's Connor's story? How did he and Elliott get together? What do they love best about each other?

And correct me if I'm wrong, but I've inferred from some of your art that he is a tengu, or at least a related entity. That's so neat! Tell me more about that. 😁👍

Hee hee heee this came out so long lmao I tried to be concise but I’ve written the epistle of Connor and Elliott lore😩

(And I would love to draw your farmer I’m gnawing at the bars of my enclosure like a rabid animal)

Connor is certainly similar to a tengu in the sense that what he’s based on is a similar mischievous spirit fae species type thing. I combined two Caribbean myths for him, chickcharnie and gaulin wife.

Linked some info on the two, but I’ll say the gaulin wife telling here isn’t the exact one that I remember, there’s this one telling that has a song in it that the wife sings “oh what a foolish man, he married the gaulin” BUT IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR WEEEEKS I can’t find it it might be lost media🥲. I also can’t remember the EXACT way that version went since I heard last it when I was like- 11 lmao. But the concept is pretty much what’s in this version.

SO that gets us to Connor, I wanted him to have the whole monster bird fae elements of the chickcharnie to have a reason to be feared or distrusted by his home town, but I also REALLY love herons (hence the gaulin bride) and the whole jingle from that tale. So I was like, what if everyone around them (mostly from Connor’s home life because bird man cryptid is par for the course in pelican town I think lmao) would think Elliott to be like, crazy for wanting to be with a fae. So they’re like a twist on the myth where instead of the man seeing this perfect spouse that turns out to be a trick, everyone else EXPECTS a trick but they’re just hopelessly in love.

I hope that makes sense

So Connor has 2 sisters, Cara his “twin” and Khipz their younger sister. If you’ve ever seen that writing prompt where a fae asks a mother to pick which is their real child vs the fae’s copy and she responds like “they’re both my children” that’s kind of what happens here. I think it fits considering chickcharnie are known for like, kidnapping and luring little kids into the pine forest, fun stuff, so a baby swap sounds about right.

The real twin was stillborn/terminally ill, but their mother has connections to the local fae through her family (grandpa from the actual canon) having a good relationship through the time they lived in the valley. So she begs for a way to save the kid, and they grant this favor by doing a little swap, they take the baby and give her Connor.

The father is not quite so tolerant to fae activity, so he DOES NOT vibe with Connor, pretty much seeing him as like not really theirs, but ofc Connor’s a baby he has no way to understand the hostility here. But he’s willing to let him pass as long as he’s able to keep up appearances. This man is all about reputation and appearance, he wants that white picket fence life, hes a major business man in their town he expects perfection. But the cultural context of the fae being dangerous and uncontrollable he does not want people to know that he’s connected to that. So they raise Connor to suppress his magic and such, he has to keep up appearances as fully human, perfect little identical copy of his twin (which includes being raised feminine since the original expectation was two girls so that’s what Connor’s default appearance was)

At a point though a kids going to start developing their own persona, so once he hits teen years he’s not really comfortable being constrained to copying Cara. He’s allowed to shift his presentation to his current male presentation, but it does kinda throw a wrench in his dad’s perception of him. Every disagreement and every personal decision is more and more strain as Connor’s less willing to conform, which raises his dad’s concerns about his nature as a fae. Not to mention he becomes more of a liability reputation wise because the harder he tries to control Connor the harder he pushes back, babe is prone to reckless behavior (but really in the childlike skipping class and launching a dirtbike off a ramp into a lake or something way), and their dad does NOT know how to handle it besides meeting that energy with anger especially if he’s roping his sisters into his antics.

ENTER STAGE RIGHT OUR BABYGIRL ELLIOTT

I love the concept of him being an ex-trust fund rich kid that left to pursue his own desires. So they meet in like 9th grade or so, when their parents are meeting to discuss whatever business deal they’ve got going on. And they hit it off so much cuz they’re both starting to explore being their own person and discontentment with expectations and conformity, but at this point Connor does not tell him that he is not human due to fear that he might have the same disdain that his own dad has, especially considering even his SISTERS don’t know. His mother’s been telling him all these years you can’t let anyone know, we don’t want anyone to get hurt right? It’s just not the right time, I imagine there’s an element of him fearing HIMSELF a fair amount, especially since he’s not in practice of taking his bird forms. All of his focus goes into keeping that side of himself suppressed.

But time passes and yknow young love, they’re close friends and romantic feelings start showing up, they end up sharing their first kiss and Connor is unable to stop himself from just letting all those inhibitions go. He suddenly sprouts little baby feathers and the starting nubs where his horns would grow in, tail wagging a mile a minute, but while Elliott’s taking this in because WHAT HAPPENED Connor’s dad finds them in whatever room they’d snuck off to and man is LIVID because as far as he’s concerned his biggest insecurity just got outed and being fresh to his investors son, what are they gonna think of him, so improper, how dare you. He gets dragged off to get berated and such and gets banned from being allowed anywhere near the company lest he cause more problems.

Elliott loses contact because like, neither of them have any means of contact and then he gets sent off to a boarding school to finish high school, and he brushes off the whole thing in his memory like maybe I was just hallucinating. Fae aren’t common around the city so he wouldn’t be too aware of that being an option.

Connor has the whole thing in the back of his mind like oh he probably freaked out and hates me now just like father dearest said he would, especially since Elliott never got the chance to react beyond the initial shock.

DECADE PASSES

I mentioned before in his last lore post that there’s more mounting hostility and eventually Connor decides to cut off completely, his mom gives him grandpas land so he moves to pelican town.

And like imagine his shock to see Elliott there, standing on that bridge, he’s internally freaking out then he turns and smiles at him with the opening line “oh you must be the new farmer everyone’s talking about, it’s a pleasure” and he politely kisses his knuckles and it’s like a complete parallel to their first kiss where he just loses it all over again. And like in that time he’s had other relationships other flings, and he thought he was in complete control because NEVER after that first time did he ever have a slip up again, then Elliott comes along and just KNOCKS EVERY WALL DOWN with a fleeting GREETING of all things.

Then there’s like this pause of realization from Elliott of oh my god it’s you.

I’m so unwell for them. Elliott gets his proper explanation of him and it’s like, the first time he’s not pressured to have to hide himself anymore, he thinks it’s **fascinating** and beautiful not something to be feared and reigned back. So they get to rekindle that long lost friendship and all those feelings come tumbling back into the equation.

They definitely build their relationship off emotional support and shared experience, two bros against the world frfr

#stardew valley #sdv farmer #connor #elliott x farmer #lore rambles #asks

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slightlyunconventional · 2 years ago

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ahh if you're still taking the prompts, itchy eyes/ears/nose for k/az? 🥰

agh HI!! yes absolutely omg. ive had a certain scenario just sort of floating in my head for ages about someone who just has a really REALLY itchy nose?? for no reason?? its happened to me a couple times and its so annoying but also i know it would be so cute for k/az. so here's a little take on that - but where k/az's nose gets so tease-y and itchy when he's had a bit to drink <3

whiskey (k/az b/rekker tipsy sneezing. that's it.)

Kaz scrubbed roughly at his nose for what felt like the fiftieth time in an hour. He'd given up on trying to be discreet - progressed from surreptitious swipes of his hand to harsh, knuckling rubs that did nothing to ease the burning irritation that had settled itself in his sinuses. His nose felt heated with the incessant itch and he was sick of it. Each time he scrunched his nose up to combat the sensation, the insides of his nostrils prickled, as though he were about to sneeze, but he never did.

It was Jesper who first noticed Kaz pawing at his nose, which, notably, had turned a soft shade of red. He approached the dark-haired man, who was leaning against the bar of the Crow Club with his cane propped up beside him and a glass of whiskey in his grip - his free hand was the one being used to knuckle harshly at the offending appendage on his face. Kaz sighed in annoyance as his rubbing did nothing to ease the itch.

"You alright, boss?" Jesper asked, eyeing him warily.

"Yes, I just... Saints-" Kaz turned his face slightly to the side and lifted his hand to his face. Two gloved knuckles pushed hard, back and forth, against the side of his nose, his eyes pressed shut and his nose scrunched against the sensation. He felt his breath hitch once, "-hiihH-" but no more. That's a first, he thought sourly. Kaz took a forceful sip from his glass, almost as if he were trying to distract himself from the burning itch in his nose.

"Do you need a t-" Jesper began.

"No," Kaz snapped, casting Jesper a sharp glare. Jesper raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Alright, alright. Just don't rub your nose off there," he said with a wink and made his way over to a gambling table. Kaz rolled his eyes.

He downed the remainder of his whiskey before slamming the glass onto the bar and gesturing to the bartender, who refilled it. He could still feel the tingle in his nostrils even through the strong taste and smell of the alcohol - in fact, he might have even been able to feel it more. Kaz lowered the glass and touched the knuckle of his forefinger tentatively to his nose, and Saints, that was a tickle. The gentle touch of his leather gloves sent fiery spasms of irritation through his nostrils, and almost immediately he was gasping against the imminence of a well-needed sneeze. Uncharacteristically, he didn't even bother trying to hold it back. He was so desperate for relief from the itch that had plagued his nose all evening that he just let the sneeze explode heavily out of him.

"haAHh'gGKSHHhuh! Huhh... finally." He sighed, sniffling in satisfaction. The itch was still faintly there, just embers waiting to be reignited, but it was a relief for the moment. Kaz sat down on one of the club's worn barstools and took a rather triumphant drink of his whiskey. It took him by surprise when he needed desperately to sneeze again while his nose was still in the glass. He turned his face to his side, over his shoulder, and let out a second strong sneeze.

"-iihHH'GGSCHHHhuuh!" Even after the sneeze had harshly erupted from his face, the tingle remained in his nose, a prickling burn that refused to back down.

"heHhaAHh-!!"

Jesper reappeared at his side and asked the bartender for a refill. He grimaced at Kaz's hazy, pre-sneeze expression.

"Caught you at a bad time, did I?" he said with a laugh.

Kaz's response was a very itchy-sounding sneeze.

"haAHH'sSZZSCHhiew!" He sniffled thickly a few times. "Oh. Jesper," he mumbled. He was three and a half sizeable glasses of whiskey down - his head was only slightly fuzzy. Jesper took the barstool next to him and slid Kaz's half-finished glass slightly further across the bar.

"Don't think that whiskey is doing anything good for that nose, is it?" said Jesper, raising his eyebrows at Kaz and his red nose. Kaz huffed and lifted his hand up again to knuckle roughly at the side of his nose, irritated once more by the return of that dreadful, teasing itch.

"The more you rub it, the worse it'll get," Jesper added, earning himself a look from Kaz, "Just saying."

Kaz dropped his hand to his lap, still wrinkling his nose with the itch inside it. However, barely a second later, his hand lifted again, held in a loose fist, and hovered halfway between his lap and his face. Kaz looked vaguely confused, his eyes unfocused and brows drawn together, before dropping his hand back down with a sigh.

"Lost it?" Jesper asked. Kaz nodded. "Ah, well," Jesper replied, "Happens to the best of us."

"W-wait... no, I think... I'm go- hiihH!" He lifted his fist back up to his face, where it shook slightly an inch or two from his scrunched nose.

"-hahH'cCHHISHhiew! hih-hiiHh-hiIHH'ZZSCHHhiewh!"

The explosions were barely covered by Kaz's lazily floating fist, but he supposed it was better than nothing. He simply didn't have the energy (or sobriety) for proper manners.

Jesper breathed a laugh. "Wow. Sounds like you needed those. Bless you," he said.

Kaz began pawing roughly at his nose again with his gloved knuckles. "Itchy," he murmured, right as his breath caught, more softly this time, and another sneeze made an appearance.

"Hiihh'sSCHhnn!"

"Tiring your nose out with all that sneezing," Jesper pointed out, "Stop drinking and go blow your nose before I get Inej in here to drag you to bed."

Kaz groaned at him. "Sidce whed- oh, Saidts--" he cringed at the congestion that shone through in his words.

"Exactly," Jesper said, "so hurry up before she worries that you're getting sick and fusses over you like you're a puppy for the next week and a half."

"Hadte you," Kaz replied, pushing himself off the barstool.

"Love you too, Boss," Jesper grinned, "Don't fall up the stairs."

#bit of a shorter one? i think idk i didnt use a word counter for this #not sure if this is decent but its k/az. soooo like yeah #i live for alcohol making someone sneeze so heres my take on that with a very itchy k/az and j/esper being j/esper #snz #snzblr #snz kink #k talks snz #snz blog #snzario #s/ix of cr/ows #snzfic #sneeze kink

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concealeddarkness13 · 1 year ago

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Laid In Scales Chess and Ives First Meet

I probably will be posting slightly out of order. I had already written this, so I just had to tweak it a little. It might be confusing, but it was fun to write! It is an enemies to lovers scene, so there is some romance stuff. Tagging: @drabbleitout, @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, and @grailfish!

The night was biting cold as I left the bar, having stopped right before I would have gotten fully drunk. Artel chided me in my mind, but she sounded more amused than angry. I just…I couldn’t be in that stuffy bunker anymore, damn how safe it made me. Naivi should have been there. She had actually studied and prepared for this for years. How was I worthy of the title of dragon rider when it should have been her?

Fuck. I leaned against a wall, taking a shuddering breath and trying to get it together. How could I make her proud? She was watching over me in the Netherfel, and she was probably so disappointed. I could barely pull myself together for one day.

The neon sign near me flickered and went out, and I could feel someone’s eyes on me. I brought out my sword, the red glow lighting up the alley around me. Artel flashed concern into my mind, but I asked her to stay where she was, to stay safe. She was too big to be fighting in the streets anyway.

I bared my fangs as I looked around. “Show yourself, you coward!”

Someone jumped down from a roof, but I couldn’t make out their features, since they had their hood up and were wearing a facemask. But they were so much fucking taller than I was.

He chuckled. “I much prefer killing my prey head on, anyway. The fight is much more fun than a quick death.”

He drew his own sword, and it glowed purple. Fuck. Ives, the dragon rider for Etaran. He had been a dragon rider for years now. So, he knew what the hell he was doing. He lowered his hood and took off his facemask, probably just to show off his brilliant, mocking smile.

He tilted his head, looking me up and down. “Chess Vesperia. Hadrian told me about the second choice dragon rider they had to elevate. You don’t even deserve the title. Where is your dragon?”

He had the necklace, the charm that the dragon could turn into to go along with the rider. But Artel hated turning into the charm, and I wasn’t going to make her. It wasn’t as if she could help me fight anyway. I raised my sword protectively. “What, worried you can’t take me on by yourself?”

His eyes glinted dangerously, and he smacked his sword against mine. I held my ground, glaring at him. I might have been shaky from the alcohol, but I had practiced fighting so much that this was second nature to me by now.

He scoffed and surged forward, slamming his sword against mine again and again as I scrambled back and struggled to even keep my sword blocking his onslaught. But I had to. I couldn’t die now. Not when everyone was counting on me to get better and to protect Arcadia.

“You don’t know anything. How can you protect your country if you barely know how to hold a sword?” He smirked as I gasped and panted, barely keeping up.

With my free hand, I inched for my gun until I snagged it and brought it up, trying to shoot at him at point blank range. He cursed and jumped back, dodging the bullets, his tail lashing in anger. I stood there, gasping in breaths, barely able to hold my sword up. I still wasn’t prepared for this.

He looked so fucking indignant. “You even have to stoop to using humans’ weapons! You’re not worthy of being called a dragon rider.”

“Fuck,” I gasped out, still pointing the gun at him. “If it means I’m alive, I don’t give a fuck what you want to call me.”

He tilted his head, a smile pulling at his lips. “So, I can call you mine?”

I blinked and frowned. “Don’t think that’ll work if you want to kill me, dumbass!” Even if he was hot. I had to kick the horny side of my brain for that.

But it had succeeded in distracting me. He dashed forward, wrestling the gun out of my hand and taking the bullets out before dropping it, then pinning me up against the wall, his sword at my neck.

He smirked, watching me closely as I tried to weakly struggle and not think about how close he was, how he pushed a thigh between my own to get even closer. Fuck. “I could make this quick or make you suffer, Vesperia. Your choice.”

His stomach was pressed up against my chest (he was too fucking tall, damnit), and it felt like I could barely breathe. What the fuck was wrong with me? He was going to kill me! I bared my teeth again. “Fuck you.”

He tilted his head and stared at me, still with that infuriating smirk. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I hissed out a breath. “What, is this your idea of making me suffer?”

I gasped when he rocked his hips into mine. Oh fuck, but that already got me shaking. I whimpered as he leaned in so his mouth was inches from my ear. “Poor dear, you haven’t had any action for a while, have you? You want it so fucking bad.” He chuckled. “Maybe I’ll just leave you with the embarrassment instead. How much you want me. And maybe I’ll kill you next time. Or just leave you wallowing in the agony.”

I gasped when he rocked his hips into me again, barely able to process his words as he scraped his teeth along my neck before kissing the sting away. What the fuck was wrong with me? He was the enemy! I opened my eyes as he licked at my jaw. I was still shaking, but I got myself to glare at him. “St-stop. I…I don’t want this.”

He leaned back and tilted his head, grinning. “You just get off on danger, is that it?” He backed off though, and I leaned against the wall, since my legs were shaking so bad, I could barely stand.

He stepped back, putting his hood and facemask back up. He saluted mockingly. “I must say, not impressed with the dragon rider here. You aren’t half the dragon rider the previous one was. Keep practicing.” He sounded like he was talking to a child. My cheeks burned as I stared at him. He definitely see my little shakes, how my legs wanted to spread. I was a fucking disaster, and I…I didn’t deserve to be a dragon rider. Naivi had always teased me about how horny I was. What was she thinking now that I had let it get the best of me?

“I’ll see you later dear. After all, you’re mine.” He disappeared off into the night. Damn, he thought he was so fucking clever bringing that joke up.

I grabbed my sword and my gun, walking back to the bunker and still shaking embarrassingly. Artel would have a whole lecture on what happened. She could tell, I couldn’t hide anything from her. And I had to practice. I had to get better. He would die by my hand the next time I saw him.

#writeblr #laid in scales

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faemytho · 1 year ago

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“The amount of drunk that I was has no correlation to the bad decisions I made.”

juice poly (herb/vampire/sparkling/mint choco)

Fandom: Cookie Run

Ship: Juice Bar Poly

WC: 711 (>AO3<) - (>SqWA<)

ive been cross-posting all my stuff over from ao3 to squidgeworld archive! yall should check it out <3. i write fanfic - send me any cookie run ship (rarepair, romantic, qp, platonic) and a prompt (sentence starter, AU, trope, scenario), and ill write it! i reserve the right to not do requests.

"What do you mean, 'it was an accident'?"

"I mean," Vampire stressed, hovering over Herb's shoulder, "it was an accident."

Herb set down the flower pot he was carrying with a heavy thunk, wiping his hands on his apron and turning to face Vampire with narrowed eyes and a disappointed frown. To Vampire's credit, he did look rather guilty, pulling the flared collar of his cape further up his neck in a self conscious gesture.

Herb turned to face Sparkling and Mint Choco, who both visibly recoiled at the look on his face. "And you two. You just went along with it?"

Sparkling and Mint Choco exchanged a quick glance, no doubt trying to figure out the best way out of this without getting into too much trouble.

"Well, we were all rather inebriated," Sparkling said, awkward and careful. "We weren't thinking very clearly."

"Hey, the amount of drunk that I was has no correlation to the bad decisions I made," Vampire spoke up, still looking rather guilty, but firm in his words despite what they implied. "Cookiesnap getting out was an accident. It was my fault, but never let it be said I can't handle my alcohol. I don't need to be drunk to-"

"We know that, Vampire," Mint Choco interrupted somewhat frantically, "we're saying that we only went along with your idea without a second thought because we were drunk."

"What were you even trying to do?" Herb said, exasperated.

Now Sparkling, Mint Choco, and Vampire were all exchanging a look. Herb crossed his arms, raising a brow at the three of them and waiting for an answer.

"I suppose we should probably just tell you," Mint Choco sighed, and Vampire gave a resigned little nod.

Herb stared at them, bewildered. "What?"

"Well, when you went to bed early last night, we were drinking together," Mint Choco recalled, "and Vampire remembered that your birthday was coming up. He wanted to get you flowers, and… well, it was an accident."

"You," Herb said, slow and careful, "wanted to get me flowers for my birthday that's coming up… next month?"

"You must remember, none of us were really in our right minds," Sparkling said in defense, and Herb gave a laugh.

"You wanted to get me flowers for my birthday next month, from my own flower shop, in the middle of the night?"

There was a silent pause, in which the other three cookies in the room processed the statement and the question that went along with it. Eventually, Sparkling gave a sigh, crossing his arms and looking resigned to his fate.

"Yes."

Herb leaned back against the counter, shoulders shaking with laughter. "By the Tree, I love you guys."

Once the gardener's bout of laughter had adequately subsided, he wiped at his eyes and attempted to fix his three partners with a stern stare. It wasn't really working very well, the remaining mirth on his face quirking the corners of his mouth up.

"You three are lucky Wizard, Beet, and Carrot were able to subdue Cookiesnap before anyone got hurt," Herb lectured them gently, turning to lift the flower pot he'd been carrying. "I'm sure this won't happen again, but Vampire, Sparkling, Mint Choco, if Cookiesnap gets out and it's your fault, I will strong-arm the one responsible into helping me feed it."

The thought of having to deal with the cookievorous plant was enough to get the three of them nodding, each with varying levels of frantic to solemn acceptance. Herb set the pot on the floor in the backroom, returning to the front of his store where his three partners waited for him. He made his way over to Vampire, resting a hand on his shoulder and leaning up to kiss the other cookie on the cheek.

"Thank you for thinking of me," Herb murmured softly, and he was treated to the sight of a shy red flush spreading across Vampire's face. "Now come on you three, we've been planning today for a while, and lunch isn't going to order itself. Our schedules are always so busy, so lets make the most of this free day."

Grabbing Sparkling's hand in his own, Herb led the way out of his shop, Mint Choco and Vampire following in his stead.

#cookie run fanfic #cookie run #juice bar poly #herb cookie #vampire cookie #sparkling cookie #mint choco cookie #mae writing #mae writes cookies

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deuvdas · 9 months ago

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Wounds of Duty and Hearts of Healing.

(Azad Rathore x OC)

Chapter 2.1

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Azad's POV

Dr. Shourya walks behind me to push the wheelchair a little closer to the bars. I felt nervous. I held onto her for balance as she helps me up. I was struggling to stand but.. I tried. She was very careful and gentle. She understands my condition well. Of course, she's the doctor afterall.

As I looked up.. I realized. Wait.. she's.. taller than me? I look up at her in confusion. She looks at me, oddly with the same expression.

"Azad? Everything alright? What's with the look," She muttered while placing my hands to either side of the bars.

I simply nodded.

"Yes, Im fine. Just.. didn't expect the height difference."

"Height difference?.. Oh! Well, I'm not that tall."

Her laughter and smiles were comforting. It's strange that I'm already warming up to her. I tried showing her a smile too.

"I know.. but still. You're taller," I replied in a low tone.

At first, I tried to take a few steps. I held on tightly, both on the bars and her hand. My head felt light weighted. It felt like there were heavy weights tied to my legs.

"You don't have to force yourself, Azad. We can stop then continue later," I heard her speak as she guided me.

"Im fine, Dr. Shourya."

She seems concerned but gave me a simple nod. After a few more tries, I started to feel tired. It was a difficult task. But, I'm glad I could atleast try.

Dr. Shourya helped me to sit back on the wheelchair. She knelt beside me as she fixed the IV fluid bag and foot rest of the wheelchair.

"Ah.. I forgot to tell you that your father visited the day before you were conscious. He was worried. He did ask me about your progress a lot of times. I'm sure he might visit today," Dr. Shourya told me.

I do miss Baba. It's been a year since I finally found him. I'm happy to finally be close to him again. I hope we will visit me today.

Dr. Shourya brought me back to my room. The halls were emptier than before, outside the huge window was pretty dark as well.

She placed the IV fluid bag to the place it was before. She gently lifted me up, resting my body on the hospital bed.

"Your father told me that he met you last year? How.. is that so?"

Dr. Shourya asked me after letting go.

"Only if you're comfortable enough to tell me, no pressure," She pushes the wheelchair away to the other side of the room.

"It's fine. I'll tell you. But, it's better to take a seat first."

"Long story, eh? Shall I get snacks too?"

Both of us laughed at the light joke. It's almost impossible to stay serious around her. She then took a seat on the edge of my bed. "Whenever you're ready. I'm all ears."

"He said I met him last year because.. I wasn't able to see him before. He was a soldier, but everyone accused him as a traitor. They all assumed he was deceased. My mother was going to be executed but Kaveri Amma found out that she was pregnant with me. The law said the child must turn 5 years old before she can be executed."

I told her. She was listening attentively. Her eyes softened too. I continued my story.

"During my fifth birthday, she was executed. I still remember calling out for her.. and her lifeless body.. being brought on a bed. The jail I now look after.. is the same jail where my mother was in. Kaveri Amma, a warden there, raised me with care. She was a mother figure to me. Still, I thought my father was deceased. I tried clearing his name, I don't want people thinking that he was traitor.. this was all because of Kalee. Now people know Vikram Rathore as a hero.. My Baba is a hero. Someone found out that he was still alive. He lived in a village, where a healer rescued and treated his unconscious body. He lost his memory. When I first met him, all I wanted to do was hug him. I.. never thought I would finally see him standing in front of me. All this time.. I only saw him in pictures.. stories."

"He does not know me then. I still recall how confused he looked when I hugged and kissed him. He did not like that kiss, definitely."

I paused for a moment to lay back a little.

"The day he got his memory back.. he called me his son. Baba finally knew that I'm his son. I've never felt happier.. that moment was everything I could ask for. Of course, we hugged again. This time both of us were in tears. Sometimes we recall and talk about the memories of my mother. We really do miss her.. I just wish she was here with us. And-"

I stopped mid sentence. I looked at her. Her eyes were welled with tears. She was staring off to somewhere else while she was listening.

She notices my stare and immediately wiped her eyes. She chuckled softly.

"Mh? Go on."

I still stared at her. She must be touched by the story. But, she can't hide her tears from me.

Chapter 2.2 is here.

(tags! : @amdone, @my-emo-romance, @pixlerelish, If you want to be tagged in the next, just let me know! :3)

#Deuvdas' : Wounds of Duty and Hearts of Healing #Azad Rathore #Alternative Universe #Shah Rukh Khan #SRK #Character x OC

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Broken People Part VI (James Wilson fanfic)

Author’s notes: oh my god, finally it ends.. Im so happy with my craft. Yes it’s not my best honestly. I’ve written much more better fics than this but honestly, but it’s the start of something new. I really hoped you guys like it. Cause i kinda like it in my own way 🥹

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V

Lynette was fast asleep after her surgery. It’s been several hours since she got out of it. Laying flat on the bed with bandages covering her eyes and head. James has been awake since he got the news. He has been beside Lynette the whole time. He was still thinking, finding an excuse or even a solution. Inside he was panicking, he doesn’t know Lynette well enough if she was able to take the news well. She’s currently recovering from being a drug addict and he knew he too wasn’t well enough to raise a child of his own. The cell hasn’t formed into an embryo just yet but again it wasn’t his body to make this decision. He’s merely a person she just met and slept with.

Foreman came by to check on her on her fluids and to see if it needs changing but in the midst of that, he eyed James. James was still in his own train of thoughts.

“Should I say congratulations or is it too early?” Foreman breaking the silence, smiling at James but James wasn’t saying anything and just sighed. Foreman now understood what that sigh meant.

“It’ll be fine, Wilson. Talk it over and don’t make a rash decision.” Foreman advised before stepping out of the room. James kept sighing and thinking. He stood up and walk over to Lynette and stroking her head. He grabbed ahold of her hand.

Then suddenly she gripped his hand almost making him jumped off his feet. He then went outside to fetch Foreman again. While he did, they went back into the room. “You’re awake, Lynette?” Foreman asked while trying to get the bandage off her eyes. “Yeah..feeling a bit groggy though.” She responded.

“It’s gonna be a bit bright for you.” Foreman advised while slowly taking off the bandages. Lynette squinted her eyes, feeling a bit uncomfortable from the light in her eyes. Foreman then used his penlight and flashed it on Lynette’s eyes to see if they’re reactive or not.

“Eyes are okay..can you squeeze my hands?” He asked while holding out his hand, which Lynette did.

“Now, move your toes.” He demanded. Which Lynette passed as well.

“Right everything is okay so far, your surgery is a success. We managed to clear all the tumour from your brain. We will keep you here for more observation. Other than that you’re alright.” Foreman smiled.

Lynette smiled tiringly. “Thank you Foreman, I appreciate it.” She managed, Foreman nodded at James and her and stepped out.

Leaving the two alone.

“I had no idea how scary it was to be on that table like my life depended on it.” Lynette managed while squeezing James’s hand.

“You made it through it and thats’s all that matters.” James responded, looking at her adoringly.

Lynette scoot over to the side wanting James to lie down next to her, which James obeyed gladly. They’re all snuggled together comfortably. In the midst of this happy times, James was struck by melancholy as his memories with Amber surging back.

“I had a similar situation like this years back..” he began, feeling the courage to tell his story, looking at Lynette’s observant eyes.

“My girlfriend, her name was Amber. We met when she was still working here under House. After that, we dated in secret until House found out about us then everybody knows.” He chuckles. Lynette kept quiet and listen very attentively.

“House got drunk one night and he called requesting for me for me for a ride home but I was busy..so Amber went and fetched him from the bar he was in. They got on a bus..” he started to choke on his words, eyes getting watery.

“The bus got into an accident and I lost her, she suffered a lot of damage and her kidneys were failing. She was sick at the time and had eaten some flu pills that couldn’t be flushed out. It was too late to do anything else.” He started crying now, sobbing. Lynette still listen attentively, wiping the tears off his face. She puts her arm around James and let him melt into her.

The sound in the room suddenly deafened but only James’s cry was the only thing filling the room.

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It was a week since Lynette was discharged from the hospital, she had been resting at home. James just got back from work and had an idea for a movie night. He went straight to the kitchen to make popcorn and some snacks. Lynette went through her CD basket, trying to find a movie that she hasn’t watched yet. She went through dozens other movies before finding the right one. She smiles looking at the actors of the movie as she plucked the cd out and play it on the DVD player.

Lynette tries to be comfortable even though she’s actually not. She felt different this morning when she woke up. She threw up once when James was at work and she tried to play it off like nothing.

“Why this movie again?” James asked, bringing over the popcorn and plopped down on the couch next to her.

“It’s Shakespearean and it’s got Emma Thompson.” Lynette lied. James eyed the CD case of Much Ado About Nothing movie and he saw the reason why Lynette wanted to watch it.

“Oh bullshit, you wanted to watch it cause of Keanu Reeves.” James said while tossing the cd case back on the table, feeling the jealousy . Lynette smiled and chuckled.

“Oh come on, he’s cute.” She managed and give him a kiss on the cheeks.

“I’m all yours, James. Nobody’s coming to sweep me off my feet.” She reassured him. James has a smug on his face when she said that. He felt proud that he can show her off to people because even he himself can’t believe he pulled an actual beauty.

They were ten minutes into the movie. Lynette has chug down a bunch of popcorns before suddenly, she felt like throwing up. She quickly got up and went to the toilet and vomited everything out. James hurried behind her whole holding her hair up.

“Oh my God.” She got up and close the lid of the toilet and flushed it. She quickly washes her mouth and face.

“I threw up this morning too..Do you think it’s back? Did the tumour regrow? I thought it was benign?!” She questioned looking at Wilson, feeling the anxiety creeping up.

“I don’t feel any migraine!” She panicked.

James hugged her. “No, no, you’re fine!”

James then pulled her back to the couch so she can sit down.

“Listen..there’s something I didn’t tell you.. I didn’t wanna tell you then because I wasn’t sure if you’re in good health at the time.” He began. Lynette was starting to get impatient because she was scared and she doesn’t like surprises but she still waited.

“You’re pregnant and you’re just getting the morning sickness and the nausea.” James said. Lynette eyed him for a couple of minutes. The silence prolonged into an awkward stance that James wasn’t too sure if Lynette was breathing. Lynette was still processing in her mind. She was thinking off the word ‘pregnant’ a bunch of times in her train of thoughts.

“Baby?” James questioned, stroking her arm. “You okay..?” He questioned again. “If you’re freaking out, don’t be. This baby is gonna be a beautiful baby, it’s ours and we’re gonna stick through this. For better or for worse.” James reassured her. To make matters worse, James went by his drawers and take out something from it. He went back to Lynette and get on his one knee and said the words.

“Lynette Halden, will you marry me?” He proposed while popping out a gorgeous small diamond ring that shines, reflecting from the living room lights.

Lynette just plopped down back onto the couch. Ignoring James and made it much more awkward. James was flustered from her lack of response.

“I’m pregnant, you dumbass.” Lynette began. She felt like she was backed into a corner.

“It genuinely felt like you’re baby trapping me and you want to make me your wife so I can’t escape you anymore.” She started to cry, because she’s taking so much big information after her recovery and she was slightly paranoid.

“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way.. I just thought that we should be stable with our official status to bring the baby into the world..” James explained feeling more flustered. Lynette was already crying, but she quickly leaned forward and put her arms around James, giving him the most tight hug he gets. “Yes, I will marry you!” She cried out and those words has taken a huge weight of James’s shoulders.

“Oh God you scared me a little, my heart was still racing. I’m sorry for the really lame proposal. I planned for a really good proposal, I just couldn’t find the right time to do it. I was scared to even talk—“

Lynette cut James’s yapping off with a kiss. Pulling him closer to her. James reciprocated it gladly with him holding down her waist. While her tongue graciously exploring every inch of James’s mouth, she managed to pull away for a second even though she doesn’t want to.

“That’s okay. You’re my loser.” She finished.

James smiled like an idiot, almost let out a chuckle before putting his lips on Lynette’s lips again. James had some sort of epiphany during the kiss. He kept thinking that he was a broken person but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he can’t be happy. When James pulled away, he stroke Lynette’s hair.

“I don’t feel broken anymore.” James celebrated. His response made Lynette chortled. She also felt that she wasn’t a damaged goods anymore that even with what she was, James would still be there to support her no matter what and she knew she will do the same.

“No, we don’t.” Lynette replied.

#house md #james wilson #fanfiction #gregory house

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