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potions | regulus black
pairing: regulus black x fem!reader
summary: regulus invites his potions partner over to his family home to âhelp her practiceâ
warnings: DUBCON (MDNI 18+), choking, smut, rough sex
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When Regulus invited you into his home to use his in-house potions lab, you were suspicious. Regulus always had a darkness to him, and as your potions partner, he was never cruel to you, but he wasnât the type to make such a kind gesture.
You accepted, knowing you could really use the extra practice. Regulus was talented at potions, and you felt bad that you were barely any help in class. As strange as it may be, you figured some extra time would benefit you, and Regulus could teach you and thing or two, if he felt kind enough to do so.
âCome on in,â he said, gesturing you through the door.
You smiled as you followed him through the house, the lighting almost as dark as his all-black outfit.
âI keep my potions stuff in here,â he said, pushing open the door to his bedroom.
âIn your bedroom?â
âMhm,â he responded, completely nonchalant about the fact you were in his personal space, while you felt it was a little strange. You didnât know him too well, though you were attracted to him, and now you were only a few feet away from his bed.
He walked over to the table. âYou coming?â
You swallowed and approached him, looking at the large collection of jars and ingredients spread out on the table.
âShould we maybe let your parents know Iâm here? That thereâs someone else in the house?â
Regulus chuckled. âThe only other person here is my brother.â
âSirius is here?â
Regulus shot you a look. You and Sirius had a weird past- you hooked up a few times at parties, you caught feelings and he didnât, and you never spoke again. It was all ancient history, but you still tried to avoid being around him at all costs.
âWhy does it matter?â Regulus asked.
âIt doesnât,â you spoke in a small voice, drifting your attention to the table, âso? What first?â
âFigured we could maybe just make sure youâre set on ingredients,â Regulus said. Everything he said was so dry, low, and monotone, and it sometimes made conversation hard.
âI think Iâm comfortable with the ingredients side of things,â you told him.
âYouâre not.â
You furrowed your brow and looked at him. âYes, I am.â
âNo, youâre not.â
âYes I am!â you fought, âI know my own skill levels, Regulus.â
âI donât think you do.â
He was so nonchalant about everything, reorganizing ingredients and setting up potion recipes as he spoke, as if anything he said didnât matter.
You sighed and gave up fighting it, letting him take control and decide where to go from here. There was no point in going back and forth on the same thing over and over again.
âHow about we just start with Shrinking Solution?â Regulus asked.
âFine by me,â you answered.
Regulus backed away from the table, watching you do nothing. You looked back at him. Did he expect you to just do it?
âWell?â he said, âmake the potion.â
You sighed. Sometimes he was so annoying and condescending. You looked at the unlabeled recipe and removed 7 red rose petals from a case of singular petals.
You began to drop them one-by-one in the boiling water. You looked at Regulus, who nodded at you to keep going. âHow difficult,â you said sarcastically.
Remus folded his arms in front of his chest, watching you carefully.
You added five drops of essence of violet, stirring counterclockwise exactly twelve times.
âI donât remember shrinking solution having essence of violet,â you told Regulus.
âAre you claiming my recipes are wrong?â
âNo, Iâm just saying.â You sighed and continued with the recipe, counting out 4 cloves and prepping canary flight feathers.
He didnât say a word, just watching you make the potion, until you had completed the instructions.
âI also donât remember it being pink,â you pouted, looking confused at the pot.
âI could have sworn this potion had daisy roots somewhere-â
âWould you relax?â Regulus questioned.
âSomething just feels off about it,â you said, inspecting the liquid.
âDoes it smell right?â he asked.
You leaned in and sniffed. The potion smelt like lavender, vanilla, freshly cut grass, and all your favorite smells.
The smell maintained throughout the smoke that you breathed in, overtaking your senses and filling your lungs. âFuck that smells good,â you giggled.
Regulus crept behind you as silently as he could. When you stood up, he was directly behind you, your back almost banging into his torso.
You spun around to meet his gaze. âCan I help you with something?â you asked.
âI donât know, can you?â
Your eyes locked for a moment, and you were suddenly overtaken with adoration.
âI think I probably can,â you said, all logic going out the window as the potion took over your emotions, your focus completely on Regulus.
âAtta girl,â he tsked, gripping your waist as he looked down at you. âHow you feelinâ, pretty girl?â
You were overcome with intense emotion, but you fought to remain grounded in reality. âYou motherfucker,â you said, letting Regulus know that you were aware he had you make the wrong potion. This was not Shrinking Solution, this was Amortentia.
âNo idea what youâre referring to,â he said.
âYou know,â you started, twirling his already wavy hair in your fingers, âyou could have just asked if you wanted me.â
âNow could I?â he asked, intrigued and eager to hear you continue talking.
âMhm.â
âI thought I wasnât your type.â
âWhy?â
âYou slept with my brother, did you not?â
Your eyes widened a bit. âAnd you know that how?â
âHeâs my brother,â he said, holding you closer to him, his tone finally lifting to a bit lighter of a place, âand Iâve been keeping tabs on you.â
You giggled. âHave not.â
âI have been,â he admitted, âhad to make sure you werenât fucking anyone who didnât deserve you.â
âI havenât been fucking anyone,â you told him honestly.
âI know.â
âYou wanna know why?â
His gaze darkened.
You sighed, âthe only person Iâve wanted to fuck is standing right in front of me.â
Regulus growled, gripping your waist even harder and pulling you even closer. âThen what did I do all this work for? Getting you over here, the Amortentia, youâre telling me I worked for it for nothing?â
âMaybe,â you giggled, amused at how much thought and planning went into getting you here. You werenât obvious about your attraction to him, but it couldnât be that hard to notice.
âI feel drunk on you,â you admitted.
Regulus smiled. You had never ever seen him smile before. You didnât even know he was capable.
âYouâre so pretty when you smile,â you said genuinely, a hand moving upward so you could run a thumb over his cheek.
He couldnât help himself anymore, he crashed his lips onto yours. Your hand found itâs way to the back of his head, holding him closer. You whimpered into the kiss, desperation overtaking your body. You couldnât help it, the scent of the potion was still filling the room, and you were consumed in Regulus.
âI want you,â you said in between kisses, eager to finally get what you wanted.
Regulus didnât break the kiss or loosen his grip on your waist, but instead inched you closer and closer to the bed. You felt the back of your knees hit the mattress, and you jumped up, attempting to land on the mattress, but Regulus caught you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.
He leaned over you, your back touching the mattress as you kept your legs around Regulus. He remained standing, the small of your back at the edge of the side of the bed.
Regulus finally broke the kiss, running his hands all over your body and inspecting every single inch of you. âIâm gonna make you scream so loud that Sirius will realize what heâs missing.â
You couldnât help it, you started laughing. Your heightened emotions won, and the more you tried to stay quiet, the more hysterical your laugh became.
Regulus slapped your thigh. âWhat the fuck is so funny?â
âYou.â
âShut up,â Regulus demanded, kissing you to distract you from the hysterics in your brain. You melted back into him, forgetting why you were even laughing in the first place.
You were still having too much fun to let him win so easy, and you liked watching him work for it. âMake me.â
Regulus cocked his head to the side. âWhat did you just say?â
A giggle threatened to leave your lips. âI said make me.â
A hand suddenly squeezed around your throat, not completely cutting off your breath, but stopping your giggling.
Regulus flashed you a wicked smile. âThat seemed to work, didnât it?â
âY-yes,â you squeaked out.
Regulus moved a hand in between your bodies, cupping your heat from on top of your underwear. You inhaled sharply, desperate for any sort of friction.
Regulus tucked his fingers into the band of your underwear, collecting your wetness with his middle finger as he traced it in between your folds. A sigh of pleasure escapes your lips, and Regulus watched your face intently.
You thought he was going to continue on like this, slowly working you up until you were ready for him, but Regulus had other ideas. Without warning, he shoved two long fingers inside of you, his palm resting on your clit and circling, as his fingers pumped in and out of you.
Your body responded, back arching off the bed, a hand still around your throat. You squirmed a bit, unable to stay still from the sensation.
Regulus watched your chest rise and fall as your back arched and fell, his cock hardening as he watched what he did to you.
He curled his fingers, hitting that gummy sweet spot within you, causing your walls to convulse around his fingers. âThatâs it, pretty girl,â he cooed, âcome for me.â
His words undid you, the coil of tension within you breaking as you came on his fingers, whines and whimpers constantly filling the room as you calmed down from your high. He pulled his fingers out of you, never breaking eye contact as he sucked your juices off of them.
Once his fingers were licked clean, he unwrapped your legs from his waist, removing his hand from your throat.
âStay,â he commanded as he untied his pants, pushing them, along with his underwear, down enough to free his hard and swollen cock.
You let out an audible gasp at the size.
âWhat? Too much for you?â
âHow-â you didnât even know what to say, âhow is that gonna fit in me?â
âI think youâll be fine, pretty girl.â
Regulus held his palm in front of your mouth. âSpit.â
You did as he said, and he used your spit to wet his cock, lining up his tip with your entrance.
âYou want this?â he asked.
âYes, Reg,â you replied.
Regulus almost showed you mercy when he heard the nickname, it just sounded so pretty coming from you, but he still didnât. âBeg for it.â
You nodded your head no in protest.
A hand grabbed your face, pushing your lips out and positioning your head so that you had no choice but to look him in the eye. âBeg. For. It.â
âP-please, Regulus I n-â
Regulus slapped your cheek, hard. You gasped at the pain, almost stunned that he did such a thing.
âUse that pretty little nickname you called me.â
âPlease, Reg, I need it, p-please-â
Regulus shoved his length into you, a moan of his name leaving your lips.
âFuck, Y/N,â Regulus growled, setting a steady pace as he pumped in and out of you. He tugged at the bottom of your dress. âOff.â
You did your best to pull your dress off without interrupting his pace, struggling for a minute but eventually succeeding. Regulus leaned in and bit at your bra strap, snapping it back onto your body. He kisses the top of your breasts, shoving your nipples out of the cups, his tongue immediately sucking on one of them.
âFuck!â you cried out, the pleasure of his mouth on your breasts and his cock splitting you open, and the scent of the potion still filled your nose, almost feeling like too much.
âLouder,â he demanded, serious when he said he would make you scream so loud that Sirius could hear you.
âFuck, Reg!â you screamed at the top of your lungs, his pace quickening as you did so.
âGood girl,â he praised.
He sucked a sweet spot on your neck, your head rolling to the side to give him even more access.
He was slamming into you, the bed squeaking as your body rocked back and forth. Your legs were weak as they fell off the side of the bed, but Regulus didnât want the position to change. He grabbed both of your legs, positioning them over his shoulders and fucking into you even deeper.
You squeaked and whined, not even capable of any genuine moans anymore.
âYou gonna come again, huh? All over my cock?â Regulus gasped out.
âMhm.â
âWords, pretty girl.â
âY- yes!â you squealed, your high hitting you again as you squeezed his cock, a groan leaving Regulusâs mouth as he fucked you while you came, pace never faltering as you attempted to come down from your high.
Regulus was still chasing his own, his lips enveloping yours in a heated kiss as he snapped his hips as fast as he could until he came inside of you, erratic breaths and sighs spilling into the kiss.
âFuck,â he said, running his fingers through his hair that was sweat slicked and falling in front of his face.
âGod, I needed that,â you said, attempting to catch your breath as Regulus laid down next to you.
Regulus didnât respond, he just stared at the ceiling, calming himself down.
âReg?â you asked.
âMhm?â
âYou didnât bring me here just to fuck me and piss your brother off, right?â you asked.
Regulus turned to you. âDo you think that low of me?â
âNo. Iâm just curious,â you explained.
âNo, I didnât bring you here to piss my brother off,â he answered, âitâs just a massive, massive plus.â He rolled over the placed a kiss on your lips.
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Talk dirty to me
PAIRING | Iron Man!Tony Stark x Journalist!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | 5K
SUMMARY | You have been asked to interview and shadow Tony for a few months regarding his research in nanotechnology and his life as Iron Man. During this time, the sexual tension builds quickly between you two, and when you can't stop staring at him while he's working, the tension snaps, and you learn about a new kink you never knew you had.
RATING | Explicit (E)
WARNINGS/TAGS | Age gap, mutual pining, slight insecurities.
SMUT | Porn with plot, use of traffic light system, lots of dirty talk, praise kink, sir kink, size kink, hair pulling, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, cream pie, aftercare
A/N | This one-shot is written based on a request I received from a lovely Anon! From the moment this appeared in my asks, I could not stop thinking about it, and @ccbsrmsf1 and I have been drooling about this since that moment. So dear Anon, if you wish to reveal yourself (if not, I totally understand that too!) I'd love for you to send me a DM so I can thank you personally for your amazing ideas! đ©·
A/N 2.0 | This is proofread by my best friend and biggest supporter on this website, @ccbsrmsf1. I wouldn't be here without you today, and I cannot thank you enough! I love you 3000 đ©·
EVENTS Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Journalist!Reader Masterlist | @multifandom-flash | Grow Old With Me
Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Source
Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist
The past three months have been interesting, to say the least. From being asked to interview none other than Iron Man himself about his research on nanotechnology to shadowing him for five months, it is a rollercoaster you never expected to get onto. Still, you do not want to get off because it's too much fun.
But that's not all because, during these months, you and Tony have also been building on the sexual tension that is palpable between the two of you. From semi-innocent flirting to not-so-innocent grinding on the dancefloor after a few drinks, it has all passed the revue, and it is like a rubber band that is about to snap. One more move, and it will snap, leaving both of you to lust after the other like never before.
Today, you're just observing Tony as he's working on his research, which would have been simple enough if it weren't for the fact that he's wearing a skintight shirt that exposes his broad shoulders, muscly, veiny, bulging biceps and forearms. His large, strong hands with long, skilled fingers have been the subject of your wet dreams. Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you look at him.
The shirt is pulled tight over his chest and abdomen, allowing you to drink in every inch of his muscles, which leads you to his narrow waist and thick legs covered in dark jeans that seem to hug his thick bulge and round butt perfectly, making you squeeze your legs together at the sight.
"Are you enjoying yourself over there, Sweets?" Tony asks with a quirked brow, and your eyes snap up to his as a flush appears on your cheeks at the fact you've been caught. You nod shyly, and a mischievous grin dances on Tony's lips as he walks over to where you're sitting on a table, which is the perfect spot to observe what he is doing.
"Did you like what you just saw? I'm sure you did because you've been clenching these delicious thighs and biting that perfect lip the entire time, huh? Don't think I haven't noticed it, Sweets; I can smell your arousal on the other side of the lab," he tells you in a low, rumbling voice that sends shivers down your spine.
"Y-yes, sir," you stammer out, the red color on your cheeks deepening when he stands before you. He moves forward as he places his hands on the table on either side of you, and you can't help but tremble as he's mere inches away from your face.
You accidentally knock something off the table as you shift your body a little to be more comfortable, and the heat on your cheeks now spreads from the tips of your ears down your chest as the embarrassment takes over completely. However, before you can think about it too much, Tony has cupped your face in his large hand, feeling the warmth radiating onto his long, calloused fingers.
"It's okay, Sweets. Nothing to be embarrassed about," he whispers before leaning forward, his lips kissing softly on the corner of your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of the softness of his lips on your face, a shuddering breath leaving your lips.
"A-are you sure?" you ask, and he nods.
"I'm sure. Whatever it is that you broke is nothing that I cannot replace; otherwise, it wouldn't be lying out here on the table," he says, and you can feel yourself already becoming calmer, the tension you were feeling earlier slowly replacing with need at the close proximity between you two.
Tony's hand drops down from your face to your bare thigh as he trails the tips of his fingers to the edge of your skirt, teasing you a little as a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
"You're perfect like this," he whispers in your ear, and you can't suppress the soft moan escaping your lips as he says those words. You have always enjoyed receiving praise, but hearing it from Tony does something to you that you have never considered. It only arouses you further.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice your skirt, Sweets? It barely covers your ass, so it's no wonder I could tell that you want me. You do want me, don't you?" Tony whispers between the kisses from your jaw to your throat until he reaches the sensitive spot beneath your ear.
You moan out a soft yes, and a small smile tugs at the corners of Tony's lips. Hearing that you want him just as much as he wants you has him twitching in his pants. He dares to move his fingers beneath the hem of your skirt. Just far enough to have a little taste of the skin hidden by the denim fabric, yet not enough to give you what you desperately want.
"Good girl," Tony tells you as you spread your thighs slightly, giving him the access you know he's been asking for without actually saying it. The flush on your cheeks returns as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hide the fact that his praise is making your stomach flip and your skin feel like it's on fire.
Your breath hitches as you feel Tony's finger hook behind the elastic of your panties, allowing it to glide along the seam where your thigh meets your hip before moving away again just before he reaches the place you need him most. And once more, you're clenching around nothing because he loves being a tease.
A slight pout on your face has him chuckling before he leans in and kisses it away with a small peck, a smile taking its place instead when he pulls away. His hands slide under the hem of your shirt before pulling it off and over your head, revealing the light pink lingerie you're wearing underneath.
"This color looks beautiful on you, Sweets, but I know for sure it'll look even better on the floor," he says teasingly as he unclasps it, the fabric sliding down your arms and onto the floor effortlessly. His breath hitches in his throat as he sees what you've been hiding all this time, as two small, silver rings are adorning your nipples.
"Fuck," he whispers as he keeps staring for just a second too long, the blood in his body rushing to his cock at a rapid pace now that he notices them. Maybe you're not as innocent as he may have thought you to be, and he's practically drooling at the sight in front of him.
When he finally snaps back to reality, he grabs both your breasts, kneading them softly as he revels in the soft moans you let out. He cannot get enough of hearing them, though his ultimate goal is to have you screaming his name as loud as you possibly can, no matter who can hear it.
"Who would have thought that someone as sweet as you has her nipples pierced, hm? I bet they're nice and sensitive," he says as he softly tugs on the rings before playing with your nipples, your head falling back as the pleasure is increasingly growing. Tony takes the opportunity to suck some bruises onto your neck where it meets your shoulder, your fingers lacing into his hair.
Soft moans keep tumbling from your lips as the two of you stay like this for a while. Tony's lips on your neck have the arousal pooling in your panties again, and you're pretty sure there's a small puddle on the table where you're sitting at this point. From the teasing to the way he plays with your nipples and the praise he gives you, he is doing a damn good job of having you melt into a puddle.
"S-sir," you moan out eventually, the ache between your legs too much to handle at this point. Your clit is throbbing in anticipation as he pulls away, his gaze locking onto yours. The brown of his eyes is almost completely gone as lust has taken over.
"What's on your mind, Sweets?" Tony says sweetly, and you slip into the fuzzy headspace you always enjoy getting lost in.
"I need you," you whisper almost inaudibly, your eyes locked in a heated, lustful gaze.
"Yeah? Do you need Sir to play with that cute button between your legs? Or do you want me to slip my fingers in that undoubtedly tight, warm, and dripping pussy of yours?" he asks, and your eyes flutter closed at the thought of his fingers inside you, bringing you to your orgasm.
"Both," you tell him, and Tony can handle only so much before his restraint snaps. His fingers glide past your bare stomach down to your skirt, which has ridden up entirely from the rocking motions of your hips.
"What's your color, Sweets?" he asks, and your eyes slowly open before finding his. You may never have discussed the traffic light system with him before, but you still need to be aware of what he's talking about, and it gives you a warm sense of security.
"So, SO fucking green," you tell him with your eyes half-lidded, and Tony can't help but feel proud at the way you are already so fucked out, despite him barely touching you. It's a sight he knows he will never get enough of.
"Good girl," he says before pulling down your panties, the soaked fabric being put in the back pocket of his jeans to save for later. A soft moan slips past your lips again, and Tony can't stop reveling in the fact that you have a huge praise kink. He already knows he will make good use of that newfound knowledge.
"Does my girl like to be praised?" he asks, his fingers leisurely gliding through your folds to gather the slick between them, and he can tell you're increasingly getting wetter with his question. Your hands fly to his hair as he finds your clit, and you pull him close before moaning a yes into his ear.
His cock twitches in his pants at the way you're melting into a puddle under his touch, and he's reveling in every little moan and whimper slipping past your beautiful, soft, pink lips. The way the pad of his finger feels against your sensitive clit have you jolting each time they make contact, and you can't stop pulling on his dark brown locks as the pleasure inside you keeps building and building.
Almost as if he can sense it, Tony slips a finger into your pussy, being careful not to hurt you as he slides it in. Your head falls back as the pleasure takes over your body; the whimpers and moans from your lips only intensify when your orgasm creeps closer and closer until it washes over you with a scream of his name.
"That's it, Sweets, doing so well for me! You look fucking gorgeous when you cum," he groans out as you tremble, his fingers now making the filthiest, most delicious squelches as your arousal only grows. His fingers are like magic, and you only want more.
"Yeah?" you ask shyly when Tony's worked you through your orgasm, ensuring you don't crash from your high all of a sudden. A blush is adorning your face at the praise Tony has given you, and you can't stop yourself from wanting more of it and more of him.
"Fuck yes, 's the prettiest fuckin' sight I've ever seen, Sweets. Now I can't wait to see what you look like when you cum on my cock," he tells you, and the color on your cheeks deepens at the thought of Tony stretching you on his cock.
"Let's find out then, shall we?" you ask playfully, and Tony cannot say no to an offer like that. When you offer yourself up on a silver platter like that, he will definitely take his share of you. It would be stupid to deny himself something he so desperately wants, after all.
Before you know it, Tony is completely bare, and you can't stop staring at the monster of a cock that is standing at attention between his legs. The tip is already leaking pre-cum, and the blue veins running from the tip down his shaft don't go unnoticed by you, either. Finishing that with the way his balls look as they hang perfectly underneath it, and you know you're in love. With him. With his cock. With everything.
"Do you like what you see? If you want, you can give it a little touch first; it won't bite," Tony says as he steps closer, and you bite your lip as his cock bobs up and down with every step. You reach out on instinct, and you gasp at the way your hand can barely close around his girth.
"Hmm, look at that, Sweets. It's so big you can barely hold it all; are you sure it will all fit inside that tight pussy?" he teases you, and you nod immediately as you look up at him, your eyes torn away from his cock for the first time since he revealed it. Your hand moves up and down as he comes to stand between your legs, soft groans leaving his chest as you do so.
"God, you're perfect. Fuckin' perfect," he grits out as he thrusts carefully into your hand, trying not to stimulate himself too much before he cums without having even felt the warmth of your pussy yet. As he keeps praising you, your pussy clenches around nothing as you're aching for his cock to be put inside you, to slide home just the way you both want.
He can feel himself getting dangerously close to the edge, and before it's too late, he grips your wrist carefully, stopping your movements. You look up at him with concern, but he's quick to ease your mind.
"I was about to cum, Sweets, 'n' I don't want to yet," he tells you, and you nod. You let go of his cock, instead letting your hand dip down to play with his balls, which was a genius move as he moans loudly as you give them a gentle squeeze. He's very sensitive there, and you're dripping onto the table at the thought that it's you who does that to him.
"God, you're doin' so well for me, Sweets. Play with my balls like that; j-just roll 'em a bit," he whispers, and you do as he asks, pride swelling in your chest at his words. His cock throbs each time you squeeze them gently, rolling them in your hand, which barely fits around them. Even his balls are big in your hand, and Tony cannot get enough of the sight.
"That's enough for now," he tells you gently, and you let them go, already missing their weight in your hand. Despite their size, they were surprisingly comfortable in your hand, which is something you would never have thought.
As you wait for Tony to make the next move, he lifts his hand to tilt your head back a little, his finger touching your chin ever so slightly.
"I want you to know that if we continue, you can tell me to stop whenever you want. You can say yellow if you're uncomfortable and need to switch positions or red if you must stop altogether. Do you understand that?" Tony asks, and the care in his voice has your heart beat faster.
"Yes, sir," you whisper, and Tony rewards you with a small, soft kiss on your lips. It's not enough to get lost in, but enough to leave you wanting more, which is what he was going for.
"What's your color now?"
"Green, Sir. Very green," you tell him, and he nods. There are no signs of discomfort on your face, and Tony gives you a slight smirk as he grabs his cock this time, pumping it a few times before pulling you to the edge of the table and dragging his cock through your folds a few times. An obscenely loud moan escapes your lips as his tip rubs over your sensitive clit, and Tony feels himself throbbing in his hand.
"Lean back for me, Sweets," he tells you, and you do as he asks. The sight that unfolds has Tony squeezing himself at the base of his cock to ensure he doesn't cum yet. Your body looks like it's glowing, and your nipple piercings glisten beautifully in the lights of his lab, making him throb in his hand.
A groan escapes his lips as he lines himself up with your entrance, the warmth of your body already luring him in. The moment he pushes in, your soft, velvet walls envelop his tip, and he knows he's a goner, and he never wants to let you go. You're his.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me like a fuckin' slut; I can barely slide my cock in when you do that!" Tony groans out as you let out a string of broken moans at his words, your nails scratching his back to ground yourself as the pleasure builds quickly. He slowly rocks back and forth, your pussy stretching gradually around his girth.
"Oh, you like it when I talk dirty, don't you? When I call you out for what you are, just a slut who wants to be filled by my cock," Tony says with a mischievous smirk. As the words sink in with you, you let out a long, deep moan, unable to form a coherent thought at this point, but you're feeling so good that all you can do is let the pleasure take over now.
When he's about halfway in, he tears his gaze from his cock, sliding in and out of you to have a look at the way you're looking now. Eyes half-lidded and completely dark with lust, a flush on your cheeks, and your mouth slightly partedâ a perfect sight for Tony to enjoy.
"Look at me, Sweets; look in my eyes and answer me. Does my filthy slut like it when Sir talks dirty to her? When I tell you that I'm about to fuck you dumb until you're nothing but a cockdrunk mess for me?" he asks you, and all you can do is nod right now. His words are nestling deep into your brain, and your nipples pebble at the thoughts he's planting.
"You're perfect for me, Sweets. Doin' so well for me right now," he then praises you, and a flush appears on your cheeks from the sudden change in tone. He keeps carefully sliding in deeper, ensuring you have enough time to adjust to his length and girth as he does.
"Color?" he asks when a soft whimper suddenly tumbles from your lips. The last thing he wants is to cause you discomfort, and he will ensure you are given the chance to speak up if needed. Even though it takes you quite a long moment to gather your thoughts, you finally manage to tell him you're good to go.
"M so fucking green," you tell him with a sudden boost of confidence, and his mouth curls into a knowing smile. Now that he's satisfied with your answer, he starts to thrust in deeper, and the second he hits your sweet spot, your head falls back, and you moan loudly, your nipples even perking up at the sensation.
"Hmm, does my girl like it when Sir is this fucking deep? I bet you do, huh?" he asks, and you nod in response. It feels incredible, and you want more of it. You want Tony to stretch you and fuck you until you can't walk anymore. You want all of that and more.
"Y-yes!" you tell him, and he almost pulls out before slamming his cock deep into you, pulling the most delicious scream for your chest as you can't hold it back.
"Scream for me, scream my fucking name as I fuck you," Tony says through gritted teeth. He thrusts his cock deeper into you, and you are sure you can almost feel him in your throat with how deep he fucks you. He hooks his hands behind your knees before lifting them and practically folding you in half on the table.
When you're comfortable in your new position, he leans in, pressing his chest against yours and placing your ankles on his shoulders. In this position, he can truly fuck you deep and hard, and your back arches against him as the pleasure inside you builds even higher this way.
"God, look at you; you like being bent in half, don't you? I can just put you in whichever position and fuck you however I want, can't I?" he says, but you're too far gone even to realize what he's saying. The moans that are coming out are practically endless. Despite that, he can feel you gripping onto his cock like a vice, sucking him deeper with each thrust.
"My little slut enjoys it when I fuck her stupid, huh? Yeah, that's why you're moaning for me. And here I thought you were just an innocent little girl. Oh no, you're a fucking slut who likes to be told what to do, aren't you?" he asks, the table now shaking and more items falling off from the intense rocking motions.
"Y-yes! M your slut!" is all you can bring out as he sets a pace that has you seeing stars. The way his balls smack against your ass makes a sound that has you blushing intensely, and the squelching sound your pussy makes with every thrust has you only getting wetter.
"Can't wait to stuff you full with my cum, then watch it drip out before I fuck it right back in with my cock," he tells you, and it makes you feel like you're floating as it sets your veins on fire at the same time, you have never felt this dirty yet so good at the same time.
"Yes! Please fuck your cum in me," you moan out before pulling him towards you by his hair, your lips colliding in a bruising kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance. The combination of everything together has you moaning into his mouth as he keeps fucking you, and before you know it, you're cumming hard.
With a scream of his name, you squirt all over his cock, legs, and the floor, your legs trembling uncontrollably and your vision going white around the edges for a moment. Tony keeps praising you as he fucks you through it, and you're clenching down on his cock as you cum, making him unable to hold out any longer as well.
"Yes, yes, YES! Oh god, you fucking squirted like a perfect girl! I can't believe how lucky I am right now, Sweets! Getting squirted on by my girl feels so fucking amazing!" he pants out, and it does not go unnoticed by you that he calls you his girl.
"M yours, m all yours, Tony," you say between ragged breaths, and with those words, he has reached his orgasm as well, as he shoots every last drop of his cum into your tight heat. He can't stop moaning your name over and over again as he nuzzles his face into your neck, needing to have you as close as physically possible.
"You're absolutely amazing, Sweetsâan amazing woman, an amazing journalist, and, above all, my amazing girl. Because I'm not letting you go after this," he whispers against your neck, and you agree as you wrap your hands around his neck.
"All yours," you tell him. The two of you stay like that for a few more moments before Tony has to pull out, his cock too sensitive to remain inside you any longer.
"Shall we take a bath together?" he offers, and you nod. After throwing on Tony's t-shirt, which is about three or four sizes too large and practically a dress on you, he walks you to the elevator that goes right to his penthouse. He just pulled on his jeans without bothering to button them; he'll be pulling them off shortly anyway.
Thankfully, the bath doesn't take long to be drawn and ready. You let out a soft groan as you sink in the hot water, allowing your sore muscles to relax. Tony follows you soon after, having gotten two bottles of water and some fruit to enjoy while you're in the bath.
"Y'know, I was trying to be gentle with you, but as soon as I figured out you're just a filthy slut like me, I couldn't hold back," he whispers in your ear as you're straddling his lap, his cock trapped between your bodies. A lopsided grin lies on his lips as he looks at the blush developing on your cheeks, and he wants to make you blush even more because it has quickly become his favorite color.Â
Instead of answering, you lean forward to capture his lips with yours as your fingers glide into his messy curls to pull him closer. The kiss starts slow as you discover the feeling of his lips sliding over yours, but as time goes on, your tongues begin to mingle, too. The taste of something exciting and new invades all your senses, and you're hooked, only wanting more of him and how he makes you feel.
When you finally pull away, there's a smile on your face, but Tony can tell it's not reaching your eyes. The smile he's been craving to see isn't fully there, and his brows are furrowed at the realization.
"What's on your mind, Sweet Girl?" Tony asks, and you drop your gaze as the embarrassment replaces the butterflies that were going crazy in your stomach.
"S nothing, Tony," you whisper, but he knows that's not true. If it has you feeling like this, there is probably something wrong, and he wants to learn all about it so he can fix it, no matter what he would have to do for you. He'd fly to the moon and back if that's what you wanted him to do, no questions asked.
"I may not have known you long, but your mood doesn't turn from one end to the other without a reason. I respect it if you don't want to talk about it, but I also think it will make you feel better if you do," Tony tells you before he gives a soft kiss on your forehead.
With a soft sigh, you plant your hands on both sides of his arc reactor, and the slight hum coming from it makes you feel a little more at ease. It's barely noticeable, but it's enough to calm your nerves, and you decide to tell him what's exactly on your mind. When your eyes lock onto him, you can feel tears burning at the corners of them, a bit afraid of what his response will be.
"I-Is this just a one-time thing? Because if it is, I'd like to know now so I can prepare myself for the heartbreak later," you whisper, the tears spilling over your cheeks. You've been through this too many times to count, and you do not want to be on the receiving end of yet another rejection.
"What? Of course not, Sweets. When I told you you're mine earlier, I meant it. I mean it! We've built a connection over the past three months that I have not felt with anyone in a long time, and I definitely do not consider this a one-time thing. I'm so fuckin' in love with you, I would be crazy to let you go now," he says, and your eyes grow wide as saucers at his confession.
"Y-you're in love with me?" you stammer, the butterflies in your stomach immediately returning at his confession.
"I am, Sweets. I've never met anyone as smart, caring, and sweet as you. And you're very easy on the eyes, too," he says with a wink, making you smile.
"I wouldn't have had sex with you if I didn't think it would go anywhere after today, Baby. You're too special for me to let go, and I want to explore whatever this is between us. But most of all, I'd like to kiss you right now because these lips have been calling my name the entire time," he says as he leans in, capturing your mouth with his.
When you pull away, you give him a soft smile before nuzzling your face into his neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you closer until you doze off for a short nap. When you wake up, Tony wipes some hair out of your face, and you're met with a gentle smile on his face.
"How're you feeling, Sweets?" Tony asks before popping a raspberry in his mouth, the sweet yet tangy taste invading his mouth as he listens to what you have to say.
"Good. Tired- but good," you tell him with a dopey smile. You're fully relaxed as you sit in the bath with the man you've fallen in love with. And now that you're his, life couldn't be any better.
"I'm glad. And for the record, I meant what I said earlier. I'm not letting you go after this, especially after I've gotten my slice of heaven earlier," he tells you, and you let yourself melt against his body.
"I know, and I don't want to go, Tony. I want to stay in our slice of heaven for as long as you'll have me," you tell him, sealing the deal with a soft, gentle kiss. After that, you let out a small sigh of relief before Tony hand-feeds you more fruits, and you've never been happier in your life than you are now.
What started as nothing more than another job for you has developed into a new chapter of your life, and you're excited to see where this story will go from here on out.
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EVERY CORNER OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED. (2)
Synopsis ! Jake had taken you as his own after Tsu'tey's passing, leaving no one to care for you. Things had been good before your relationship with him had blurred along growing of age. You and him fought all the time; argued each other's ear off and tonight was no different-- except words have been said, severing the already damaged bond. Content & warning Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader. (wc: 5264)
You swung your legs over the edge, feet ghosting just above the calm lake that surrounded this part of the forest. It was a bit far from the village, but you felt more at ease knowing that you wouldnât be found easily. This was your own place and ironically enough, a spot you and Jake had found years ago. You could see the familiar marks left from the arrows you had shot, deeply engraved in some of the trunks.Â
One drawing had caught your eye. From one of the trees, a bit taller than the rest; an image of you and your father. It was silly, clearly etched by the hands of a kid no older than six. The lines were harsh as the wood itself was tough, but it was thereâ almost mockingly. You scoffed, mindlessly grabbing a pebble and flinging it right on the center.Â
You have barely moved since you arrived here; detached yourself the moment you had sat near the jagged rocks. It was a habit you presumed you got from Jake. The longer you stayed, the more you succumbed to your ever-bleeding woundsâ there was just something so tragic about being an eldest daughter.  Â
You werenât all bite, despite the constant snarl on your lips. You weren't so egotistical as to think that you couldn't possibly be wrong, but tonight, tonight you knew damn well Jake was to blame.Â
âIs it because Iâm not your daughter?âÂ
Your own voice had rang through your mind. You wince in response, cringing internally. That could very well be the caseâ you weren't part of their family. You canât help but think that they may have done it out of pity.Â
But Kiri wasnât exactly their own either. In fact, you and Kiri werenât at all opposites at birth.
While you came from Tsuâtey, she was from Grace; both of you from separate blood and brought together by one. However you werenât exactly close to Eywa or have the skills she possessed. Kiri was undeniably specialâ spiritual and awfully attuned. Heck, she had managed to tame her own ikran simply by asking it to be her friend.Â
Still, there was no reason for Jake to treat you differently. You were jealousâ of course you are. If heâs able to be as gentle as he is with your baby sister, why couldnât he with you? It was a sickening thought, to think that he acts so rigid and unrelenting around you while he looked at her like she had hanged every star in the night sky. Sure Kiri was special, but you were at least his daughter too. Canât he spare you even just a second of a loving glance?
With Kiri, he listens intentlyâ looks at her with such tenderness as he takes in her every word. It was the same gaze he wore whenever we visited the sky-people lab; Jake would stare a bit too long at Grace, expression somewhere along the line of reminiscing. Whenever he had moments like these, his eyes would hold some sort of longingâ a promise. Perhaps it was because Grace meant the world to himâ literally. She taught him everything about Pandora, showed him the way of the Naâvi; gave him another shot at living.Â
Kiri was exactly like her mother; wise and cunning. Jake probably sees Grace in her very image. Â
Youâd think this would be the embodiment of every father with their daughters; kind and vulnerable, but you would argue otherwise. When he looked at you, it was more of regretâ grief prolonging. It was a gaze so ugly and unwanted; a weight youâre not supposed to carry.Â
Because youâre exactly like Tsuâtey and Jake sees him in yourself.Â
It was no secret that Jake was softer when it came to Tuk and Kiri. While you are relieved that it had been that way, you can never pray for them to experience the struggles you are burdened withâ it tugged on your heartstrings that you would never feel the warmer side of your father; will never know how it feels to be babied nor to be held gently.Â
You were her daughter too so you didnât understand. What made you any different from them that you had to pretend his love was hidden beneath his icy glares and dismissive grunts? These were emotions nonethelessâ however odd or minuscule they may have been. You thought that maybe, just maybe, thereâd be a crack to this exterior. Maybe if you tried harder, Jake would soften up to you too.Â
But that wasnât the case because he never did. You had picked apart pieces of yourself that you thought werenât pleasingâ did better despite your age. You were young and only yearned for your fatherâs approval.Â
( âYouâre not doing it right. Again.âÂ
As you stretched your already sore arms for the nth time, ready to take aim, his hands tug on your stanceâ a bit harsher than intended. Light continued to glare down on your figure as you tirelessly corrected your posture again. Your ears pricked up at the sound of your siblingâs laughter, coming to you from afar. You stole a glance at them as they continued to play and enjoy themselves by the water, their childish exuberance highlighted by their splashing around in the shallow waves.
âCanât I take a break?â You whined, dropping your stiff shoulders. Hearing them have fun made you want to jump in as well.Â
âI didnât let you talk my ear off just to give up. Come on, you promised me a bullseye today, baby girl.â He said, eyebrows furrowing a bit. You look down to your feet, a bit embarrassed. You didnât want him to not take you seriouslyâ you fear that if you let him down now, he wouldnât let you do anything again. âJust one hit and Iâll let you offââ
His head turns sharply towards Kiri as she calls out for Jake, asking him to join them in their game. He can't help but to let out a small chuckle as he yells back a short response of âin a minute.â
âAgain, come on.â His hands move quickly and firmly grasp your arms, helping you back to the same position before. âIâll be watching, promise.â With a light tap on your shoulder, he rushes off, chasing after your siblings towards the water.
The quicker you got it done, the sooner you would be able to play. You pulled on the string again and released a heavy sigh before releasing the arrow. After several tries of firing shots that missed their mark, you finally managed to hit dead center with one shot. Your eyes widen in surprise, disbelief crossing your face before you jump excitedly, âDid you see that, dad? Did youââ
Your yell was instantly drowned out by Lo'ak's hearty laugh. You couldn't help but feel deflated as you watched your father lift him up onto his shoulders while the others trailed behind them in a fit of giggles. You run towards them, bow in hand.Â
âYou werenât watchingââ You tried to pull his hand in your direction, gesturing towards the arrow that was still firmly embedded into the red ring you had created on the trunk of the tree.
"Ah, darn, I missed it?" He said between breathy chuckles as Kiri tried to tug on his tail from behind, barely taking note of your work. "Why don't you do it again? This time I'll be sure to pay attention."
âBut I want to play with you now.âÂ
âDadâ Neteyam caught something! Itâs huge, come look!â Jake slowly lowers Lo'ak from his shoulders, letting them pull him towards where Neteyam stood. The children squealed at the sight of the fish (with Kiri letting out a few disgusted gags), but Jake reveled in pride. âYeah, Neteyam, the mighty fisherman!â
You stayed still on the shore watching themâ watching him. It was so easy to lose your fatherâs attention despite your best efforts. You retreated back to your spot, eyes glaring at the arrow sticking out from the tree. If a single bullseye wasnât enough to impress Jake, then youâd just have to perfect your aim. Your hits will never miss again and youâll make him proud.)Â
You were clueless. If only you knew that there was no satisfying your father, you wouldâve spent the days tirelessly training to play insteadâ to be an actual kid without having the worries of a grown adult.Â
You could leave. At the thought of it, your head swiveled towards the unfamiliar path that would take you away from the clanâ away from everything you know. You could leave and never come back; take your fatherâs name and build your own person. There was this selfish thought pricking at the back of your brain that once they noticed your absence, everyone would look for you and even feel sorry for what they put you through; that Jake would be sorry to lose you.Â
You wonder what kind of reputation you'd leave for him when everyone realizes you had run away, never to come back. But it was unfairâ your mother would be devastated. Neytiri had already gone through enough, were you worth another heartbreak? She didnât deserve that.Â
Suppose you could only dream that Jake would put on an effort for a search partyâ for him to grow hopeless and regretful while searching for you. You could only dream that heâd run towards you, arms wide open. âYou scared me, sweetheart. I thought I lost you. Iâm sorry, dadâs sorry.âÂ
But youâve been away for hours and no one has reached out yet. They probably assumed that you only needed some time and space to clear your head, not seeing any cause for alarm. The only thing that waited for you back home was a hell of a scolding and a weekâs punishment of tending the ikrans. Sighing, you decided to just head back. Â
Your steps are carefulâ silent, as you near your hut again. You expected for the worst. Neytiri could have told Jake to stay guard outside until you finally decided to come home for all you know, but you werenât ready for another heated conversation with him just yet. So as you make your way back, you stick your neck out behind the bushes, trying to make out of the surroundings.Â
Surprisingly, it wasnât Jake that was waiting outside. It was Kiri. Her figure glows underneath the starry night and it was hard not to be discouraged, but you suppose it was better than having to deal with your father again.Â
"Kiri?" You called out in a low voice, and instantly her head snapped up. She quickly jumps to her feet upon seeing your arrival, heart racing as she rushes towards you. Without hesitation, she wraps her arms tightly around you in a hug. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to try and steady herself. âOh great mother, thank you.â
You tentatively put your arms around her in response, hands patting the top of her head. âThis isnât the first time I ran from home,â Your voice is softâ unsure.Â
Feeling your hesitance, she slowly withdraws from you. âBut itâs the first time sempul has said something so..â She stops herself mid-sentence, shaking her head as if to clear away her thoughts. âI worry youâd finally want to leave.âÂ
You stared at her, feeling your insides soften. You could never get angry at Kiri, no matter the situation. You couldnât just leave. She was your sister still and no one would ever understand you like she does. No one will ever grow you another sibling. As much as you hated yourself, you were meant to watch as she thrives. Â
Siblings were such a weird concept; it was hard for you to wrap your head around it. Despite the fact that you could hate them with every fibre of your being, youâd still love them unconditionally and protectively; despise them but burn down the whole universe for their safety. It made no sense to be so full of such strong, conflicting emotions all at once, but she was your sister and that was enough explanation.
âStupid eywa-powers.â You joke as you take your index finger, lightly pressing it against her forehead. She playfully swats your hand away with a laugh, eyes crinkling.
She silently murmurs, âNot stupidâ to herself, a small laugh escaping her lips.
You two slowly sat on your wicker chairs in front of the fire. The seat creaked as you made yourself comfortable. Jake was real handy with his hands back thenâ made all sorts of things for everyone. Wooden Toruks, comfortable hammocks, and each one a special chair. Everyoneâs name was etched on the back and although it was a bit smaller now, considering it was made for when you were toddlers, no one had grown out of sitting on it.Â
You smiled at the memory. It was like tradition for the Sully familyâ a silly one, but loved nonetheless. He first made you the wicker chair and although it was rather flimsy, you argued that Neteyam should have one as well when he came around.Â
It was so conflictingâ to be able to remember your father was mean, despite being kind, then to know him as kind, despite being mean. You fear Jake could be every word you think of but the word father.Â
âRemember that time when we played hide-and-seek and we all thought Loâak cheated by hiding back at home only to find out we left him at the forest?â Kiri spoke, eyes fixated at the flames.Â
You chuckled, âYeah, even dad was in on itâ told us not to tell mom that we left him.â
âOhâ and that one time they left us to Moâat to have their little dates and came home to see grandma knocked out and her hut a mess?â
You laughed, rather loudly this time. You remembered the memory like it was yesterdayâ little Neteyam wrapped from head to toe in bandages as you two tried to play healers; pastes and herbs were scattered everywhere while Loâak was playing to his own devices happily (something about kid Loâak and wanting to play alone most of the time). âLoâak and his lisp trying to explain why he was covered in warrior paint all over his body.â
âKi-ti told me to do it!â Kiri squeaked out in her best impression of Loâak, before both of you burst into smothered laughterâ careful not to wake anyone up. After taking a few moments to catch your breath, the area was silent once more. There was no sound other than the crackle of the fire, its flame illuminating the darkness in the vicinity.Â
âIâm trying to see the situation in both perspectives,â She starts once the quietness grows unbearable. You averted your gaze, not wanting to talk it out with her.
âI really donât wanna talk about it, Kiri.â You threw your head back, your eyes burning a hole into the night sky.
âI just donât want it to explode like what happened a while ago again.âÂ
You kiss your teeth and let out an exasperated sigh, tongue clicking as you exhale. Deep down you knew that there was no getting out of this situation, so you may as well hear what they had to say. âFine. Whatâs your diagnosis, doc?âÂ
The flap of the hut's entrance is suddenly thrown back, revealing a rather disoriented looking Lo'ak stumbling out. It's clear he had just been stirred from his slumber. âYou two arenât as quiet as you think you are.â He said, his voice low. He made his way over to Kiri and sat down beside her with an audible yawn. âWhat is it this time?â
âEywa tells me of your troubles,â Kiri starts, ignoring Loâak. âFather isnât at all the greatest, I know, but heâs tryingâ His choices aren't really the best, but itâs what he knows. If you think about it, he was just as young once and you donât exactly become a father twice.âÂ
âWhat are you saying?âÂ
âSheâs sayingâ cut him some slack, maybe?â Lo'ak breaks the stillness with an unexpected remark, his voice quite loud in comparison to Kiri's careful words. His comment catches you off guard and you shift your position uncomfortably on your seat.
âBrother, you really have to stop going out with Spider. You and your lingo is getting harder and harder to discern.â Kiri jabs him from the side, âWhat he means to say isâ maybe you should try being the bigger person instead?â
You let out a deep breath through your nostrils, not enjoying the direction of the conversation. Your brow crinkles in concentration as you try to make sense of why the discussion was taking this turn. You had no desire to pick apart the problem any further and yet, here you wereâ perhaps Neytiri told them to talk some sense to you? To quiet down for the sake of your old man?
Already sensing your anger, Loâak quickly interjects again. âListen, Itâs like,â He turns to you, the grogginess in his expression fading away and being replaced by something more serious. âIf dad happens to reprimand us, we save our excuses or any reason we have. The response he wants is an apology and an apology is what youâre going to sayâ thatâs it.â
âBut thatâs unfair.â You let out a groan, lips turning into a deep frown. âEspecially to you and Neteyam.â
Loâak only lets out a playful scoff, as if heâs trying to lighten the mood. âYou mean, especially to Neteyam. Broâs an automated machineâ expect him to immediately take the blame.â He says, grinning. âI think dad is just.. cracking the code still? Shit, I donât know. He had to learn to live on two different stars. It must be hard on him.â
âDoesnât it hurt you? Trying to understand someone older?âÂ
Loâak stills for a minute as heavy silence envelopes everyone. âOf course it does. It stings a lot sisâ but I think, no parent deserves a resentful son when all they wanted was for me to be better.âÂ
Then it crashes down upon you like a heavy sack filled with rocks, a realization pressing directly against your chest as you watch Loâakâs face, illuminated against the flicker of the flamesâ the lights cast an image you failed to recognize before. Your brothers werenât exactly immune to Jakeâs ways either. He was equally as tough on them.Â
Maybe you can try for their sake. Maybe you should take the initiative instead of waiting for your fatherâs open arms.Â
âWhy donât you join us tomorrow instead? Take your mind off things. Weâre visiting the old shack with Spider,â Lo'ak's hand carefully reaches for your hair, the tips of his fingers ruffling through your braidsâ a gesture he picked up after Neteyam. You chuckle, suddenly slightly embarrassed.Â
âIsnât it dangerous?â You ask, eyebrows furrowed.Â
âIt is,â Kiri answers for Loâak, giving him a pointed glare. âTuk heard about it and is begging to come along.âÂ
âMore like blackmailed meâ Iâll tell mom if you wonât let me come.â He put on a mocking impression of Tuk, sticking his tongue out in an exaggerated way. Kiri gave him another jab, causing him to hiss in response. âBut it should be safe.âÂ
Kiri rolls her eyes. âWe are so getting into trouble.â
âYou guys go,â You say, back resting against the chair again. âThink I should fix the situation with dad first before getting in trouble again.âÂ
You feel Kiriâs eyes on youâ gaze emitting a sense of gratitude, almost like a tangible thank you for trying. Itâs funny how sheâs younger than you and yet she looked out for you more than you had.Â
You let out a deep sigh as the three of you settled in, reveling in the quiet serenity of the woods. The soft sounds of the forest enveloped you, providing a sense of calm that was hard to miss. Slowly, it lulled you all to a familiar kind of comfort.Â
Breakfast was unsurprisingly silent.Â
You felt like the room was full of robots, their limbs jerking and movements mechanically programmed as they ate. As everyone shifted ever so slightly, it seemed almost like they were doing it robotically - stiff and slow. It was like they were walking on eggshells around you and it was hard not to roll your eyes.Â
It was painfully awkwardâ a hard watch as Jake tried hard not to make eye contact with you. Neytiri would occasionally jab him from the side and pinch the fat of his thigh. âTalk to her.â â her glare would send him the message.Â
He lets out a sigh before visibly gulping. âY/n.âÂ
Your head suddenly jerks upwards from the bowl resting in your lap, startled by your fatherâs voice calling for you. Neytiri watches in anticipation while your heart pounded madly against your chest. Suddenly, the air fills with tension as all movement ceases. Not a single soul speaks or breathesâ waiting.
âPass the salt.â Jesus Christ.Â
You give him a deadpan expression, stretching your arms over to pass it to him. He carefully takes it, shaking it over his already salty meal. Neytiri could only push her hands against her face in frustration, a groan of exasperation coming from deep within. After a few minutes, she finishes up and leaves with Tuk in her arms. The rest follow suit. Â
âIâm off,â You finish cleaning up the table, standing up from your seat and grabbing the weapons you needed for an impromptu hunt. Without waiting for a reply, you left Jake alone on the table.Â
As you trekked further into the forest, you prayed to Eywa for guidance. You were careful to smear the war paint onto your cheeks and foreheadâ breathing labored, but focused nonetheless.Â
You figured, your father has been doing bad from the recent huntsâ only coming home with fruits and small portions of meat, sometimes none at all. It was that kind of season where the animals were out to hide and hibernate. You didnât know where you got the confidence that youâd be able to return with something, considering the best next best warriors could hardly do so.Â
You had to try regardless; you thought that perhaps it could be a way for you and Jake to open up a conversation with each other. Maybe he could soften down his glare a bit when you come home with something to eatâ but as hours passed and the sun burned to noon, you were only met with disappointment.Â
You stopped by an unfamiliar area, leaning against a tree as you tried to catch your breath. You regret not bringing your ikran with youâ just what were you thinking?
As if the great mother had noticed your desperation, a familiar sound roars from a distance. Your ears perked up as you tried to walk through the thick bushes. A lone sturmbeest, drinking by the river. You sighed in relief before hurriedly taking your bow out of your back. They mostly traveled by a herd, but today might just be your luckiestâ you stretch your arms, carefully approaching the animal.Â
Just this once, you pleaded, be in my favor.Â
The journey home was dreadful. You had been carrying meat and a few bones for what seemed like hours on end, feeling the strain in your back from the task. It was a small sturmbeestâ presumably female by the size, but it should be enough to provide meals for a week or so. Before you knew it, eclipse approached fast and you were eager to meet your hammock.Â
You couldnât see; unable to hold any form of light as you needed both hands to carry the heavy sack, but the thought of going home with something to proudly show your father rekindled the sense of pride that was long gone; a feeling you hadn't had in a long timeâ burned by the countless times youâve tried to gain even a drop of recognition.
You were successful in hunting a sturmbeest when no one couldnât for the past weeksâ your father would be proud and that was all the strength you needed to continue waking.Â
Noticing the familiar path back to the clan, a surge of adrenaline courses through your body from the thought of already nearing home. But as the horns blared from the village, you felt nothing but confusionâ What could it mean and why this late? You quickened your pace towards them.Â
Ikrans flew in, landing at the open space as everyone gathered around. You squeezed your way in through the crowdâ stomach churning as the sound of Tuk's cries became more and more clear with every step; but before you could run to your baby sister, you were harshly pulled back. You immediately recognize your fatherâs calloused hands, but this time his grip was harshâ unrelenting. Careful not to trip on your feet, you steadied yourself, head looking up to meet his glare.Â
âWhere were you?âÂ
And just like that, your thoughts come crashing down around you from the sight of your father towering your figure, leaning in slightly. You feel it in the pit of your stomach; this wasn't what you wanted to come home to, this wasn't what you were expecting.
âSir IââÂ
âThe kids are hurt,â Neytiri hissed, tugging him sharply away from you. âFor once, hold your tongue.â
He gives you one last glance, nostrils flaring as he walks away. That was your cue to trail behind. You walked behind him, eyes cast downwards as your thoughts raced through your mind. Neytiri is quick to come and stand by your side, soft kisses pressed into the top of your head. âAre you hurt, maâite? Where were you?â She softly asks.Â
You pause, feeling the words on the tip of your tongue leave the moment you try to open your mouth to speak. For some reason, you felt embarrassedâ ashamed.Â
âWhat happened?â You whispered as you neared your grandmotherâs hut. You glanced back to your siblingâs shivering figures, all of them unable to look you in the eye. Neytiri didnât answer eitherâ didnât know how to tell you that they had found them once again. They processed the severity of the situation still, clearly shaken up and scared.Â
Everyone stepped inside, Mo'at immediately gathering each of them in a warm embrace. She spoke her thanks to Eywa in a gentle murmur, kissing the top of their heads. Neytiri quickly drew Tuk into her own arms, easing her shaking body.Â
âOutside, now.â Jake whispers before leaving. You take one last look around at all the people in the room before finally following him, your palms beginning to sweat as your anxiety intensifies.
Once you both find yourselves in a place where there were no lingering stares or whispers, (and without Neytiri having to save your ass this time), he turns to you, anger just as fiery as before. He strides back and forth, feet heavy on the ground as he attempts to choose his words carefully.
âIââ He started to speak, but then averted his gaze, his jaw clenched tight as he tried again. âWhere were you?âÂ
You try to swallow the lump forming in your throat as you mull over the question, taking a deep breath before finally attempting to answer. âI went out on a hunt. I haveââ
âWithout telling anyone firsthand? With scattered avatars over the perimeter?â Jake is quick to interject, arms flailing in anger. âJust what were you thinking? You knew about them going to the old shack and you did nothing to prevent it?âÂ
Your shoulders slump wearily, feeling extremely overwhelmed. âI only wanted toââ
âJesus Christ, itâs always about what you want, yeah? You with wanting to be oloâeykte, you with wanting to be heard. You and your goddamn wants had us all worried!âÂ
And as you listen to him raise his voice, you turn younger and youngerâ until you were that same kid trying to tug on his arms to look at your first hit; that same kid who would do anything just for a moment of his time. It was like being ten years old all over again and realizing that he was slowly slipping away. Thatâs where you finally decided that Jakeâ your father, was just capable of unloving a child.Â
You take a step back, feeling the frustration boiling over as well. âWell maybe if you were a better father, they wouldnât have the need to go against you every once in a while!â You shouted with the same volume as his, âYou act as if weâre some sort of troops rather than a familyââ
âI do it for youâ for everyone! To keep them safe! You think itâs easy?âÂ
âWell you did a pretty good job because from what I see, theyâre shaking in their boots inside grandmaâs hut!â You sarcastically remarked, âBest dad of Pandora, yeah?âÂ
âJesus Christ,â He mutters under his breath before looking up, as if he was pleading for Eywa to lengthen his patience. He then looked at you, eyes momentarily softening. You were breathing heavily, fangs baring. It was funny, he thought. You werenât his daughter and yet you stood in front of him now looking exactly like him.Â
What he didnât understand was that it wasn't Tsuâteyâs attitude that was passed down to youâ rather, it was Jakeâs anger you inherited. This was all him. All his fault.Â
âI thought I had it good, having Toruk Makto as a father. Five year old me was the proudest, if not a bit boastful too.â You muttered, gaze not meeting his. âThereâs this huge difference that draws the line between being the oloâeyktan and a father and youâre doing a real shit job at the latter.â
I miss the latter, you failed to say.Â
You failed to see the way his ears flattened against his head, how his shoulders dropped like he couldnât hold the weight of the worldâs pressure anymoreâ but you were unable to see him. No, you two didnât see each other eye to eye. To know that you failed your child was something a parent would never want to hear. His own daughter resented him and it was a heartache beyond repair.Â
âYou think you make parenting any easier for me?âÂ
âThen I wish you never took me in!âÂ
It was such a thoughtless thing to do; to utter words that you know will only harm you more than they would ever heal - but it was there, finally out of your system; a though that lingered for as long as you can remember. Why take me in? Why raise a kid you wouldn't be able to care for?
You only wished that words could be undone but neither of you knew when to bite one's tongue back.
âYeah?â He challenged, letting out a mocking snicker. âI really wish I didnâtâ is that what you want me to say? Then go ahead and leave. Find a new family, see if they wonât find you any less difficult.â
And that was the final blowâ the push you needed to leave. You looked at him in disbelief, vision blurry with tears. You shoved the bag right to his chest, forgetting it momentarily amidst the shouting session you just had with your father; the one you desperately wanted to present to him. With nothing else to say, you stormed off, leaving him behind.Â
Oh Eywa, there is nothing else as undoing as being an eldest daughter.Â
believe me, i've been trying to post this since 7 am and it's already a quarter 'til 9. tumblr has got to b fucking w me bec i just ran through at least 4 problems trying to get this on my account
anyway, hellaur. i know this is a bit overdue, but i had to make adjustments because i just had to get everyone's inputs and opinions in! i absolutely LOVE everyone's ideas nd you best believe i am trying to make everything word (also bec of the fact that i am a slow writer, so pls bear w me) hopefully i'm doing the story justice! this part went through a lot of modifications bec i kept feeling unsatisfied (i still am, kinda)
also, i couldn't tag a few people! 'm so sorry, some of the names don't pop up when i type it down ;(
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Uncle Vlad
So! Vlad Masters, Maddie Walker, and Jack Fenton were a group of friends that studied together at Gotham University. They all studied the Effects of Ectoplasm of the world around them, from how it affected Space-time to how it affected the Flora of the world.
But they had another friend, one who was interested on how Ectoplasm affected Human Beings before they died, rather than after. He was a Med Student, and he wanted to see if there were any Medicinal applications to Ectoplasm.
His name was Thomas Wayne.
Thomas was actually great friends with the Trio, and eventually they became a Quartet. He was just as crazy as them, although he hid it better, and he loved to get into stupid shenanigans with them.
Unfortunately that all came to an end when Vlad got was put in the Hospital by a Lab Accident. He refused to see any of them, but Thomas managed to convince him to let him study how the Ectoplasm was affecting his Body to hopefully find a Cure. He was the most skilled Ecto-Biologist they had after all.
Thomas never managed to find a Cure, but he did manage to maintain his friendship with Vlad, even after Jack and Maddie got married and moved away to Illinois. He felt bad that their friend group fell apart like that, but with all their lives changing it was inevitable. Thomas himself was planning on proposing to his girlfriend Martha soon.
When Vlad moved away to Wisconsin after recovering from his Accident, he stayed in contact with Thomas as thanks for all the help he gave in trying to find a Cure. Unlike Jack and Maddie who moved away without even trying to say goodbye, Thomas stuck around and stayed his friend.
He even became the Godfather to his son, Bruce. He later got a Letter from Jack and Maddie naming him the Godfather of their own son, Daniel, but he didn't really care as much. Bruce was an adorable little boy, and incredibly intelligent, he got that from his Father obviously.
Or course, then That Day happened. Thomas and his wife were Shot by a mugger and poor Bruce was left without his parents. Vlad tried to take him in, but was rejected on the grounds that he was still "Too frail to get out of his House".
He stayed in Contact with Bruce, but it became harder as time went on. From both the revelation that Daniel Fenton was a Halfa like him, and the fact that Bruce was traveling so much, he didn't have much of a chance to contact him. He needed to split his attention, and Daniel took a lot more than expected.
He hoped Bruce would stay a good kid, Daniel gave him too many headaches already.
...
A few years later, Bruce Wayne became the Batman.
#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dcxdp#Dc x dp#Danny Phantom#Dc#Dcu#Vlad Masters is Bruce Wayne's Godfather#Thomas Wayne was friends with Vlad Masters#The reason Vlad couldn't take on Bruce was because of the Wayne Enterprises Board#They thought he would manipulate Bruce into selling his Stocks in WE giving Vlad a majority share#So they payed off the courts#Vlad knows this and will wait for his chance to get revenge at a later date#One that will not inconvenience Bruce#Like after those guys retire#Or after they die#Both are viable options#Danny and Bruce know about eachother#But only as the Other Godson of Vlad#Bruce only knows that Danny is the son of his Dad's old friends#And Danny only knows that Bruce is the son of his Parents old friend#They will meet one day in the future#Vlad fully lost contact with Bruce when he was 16 because he adopted Dan#Years later he regains Contact and figures out that Bruce became a Vigilante while he wasn't looking#What was it with his Godson's tendency to become Vigilantes?!#Was it a curse?!
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Dp x DC AU: Danny didn't want to rely on his rogues, but Tucker's computer skills only got them so far and if the media black out continues... Danny knows it's not going to be pretty for them. Nightmares begin to plague the Justice League.
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Danny gets back from a shitty conversation with Clockwork and in his frustration, accidentally sets off one of the new GIW sensors that his parents allowed to be installed in the lab. Their collaboration seemed to be going no where but when Danny had new holes blasted through him... it must be going somewhere. Damn it.
The commotion is loud enough that Jazz hears it from her room above the lab (he knows she listens to more than just the lab... it's cause she cares, even if it is a bit invasive.) and rushes in to play the distraction while Danny gets away. This time it works- the Drs. Fenton might have the worst aim in the city but they demand all shots cease if a civilian is nearby- Next time his mom might be aiming her gun at him and not the ground. Danny decides he'll buy Jazz a coffee on his way home.
But first, new holes. Yikes. That like, needs medical attention- He heads to Tucker's place and he's pretty sure Sam is already there.
"Danny! What the fuck, did Clockwork-" She starts, her meticulous cat eyeliner making her glare all the deeper.
"Nah, it's the stupid GIW sensor, the stupid one I told you guys about that has a spring lose in the back?"
"I thought we decided those weren't a concern?" Tucker looks him over, face covered in undisguised and very blatant concern.
"Yeah well, Clocky pissed me off so I forgot about them when I came back in through the lab portal-"
"you were supposed to be practicing making your own." Sam interrupts.
"-And when I did, the thing got knocked and I was swatted like immediately. Jazz launched herself into the lab so Mom made them stop shooting and it gave me enough time to get out." Danny continued to explain, ignoring his friend's 'i told you so' faces.
"Dude. We're pushing it close this week. Sam already had a confrontation with the lab guys and I already got blacklisted on my new persona accounts. We're like seriously threading the needle for getting caught." Tucker, pulls his glasses down to pinch the bridge of his nose and Danny and Sam both get what he's really saying. They need to lie low.
"What did CW say to piss you off?" Sam asks after a silent moment.
"He said nothing really, just like he always does, but insinuated I should try getting a rogue to help." Danny sighs.
"What, Like getting Ember to announce the GIW invasion on her tour? We already agreed that-" Sam is getting angry as she speaks so Tuck cuts her off- "It's a bad Idea. She is- They are all just as likely to get captured and hurt as you are if you go out of town." He comes to the same conclusion they've agreed on for weeks. No rogue involvement.
"Maybe we just need to sleep on it... Hey... wait." Danny sighs, but then his gears start to turn.
"Nocturn. We need Nocturn to help us. He can get the message out through dreams." Danny comes to the new conclusion and his friends look hesitant but at least like they're considering it.
"Isn't he an ancient? He's not going to help us for free." Tucker, ever the Egyptian god in these moments.
"Most people don't take their dreams literally." Sam, ever the skeptic in these moments.
"Yeah but, if they dream it enough times, and they're the right people to do something... they can look it up and then at least see that there is a problem?" Danny sounds hopeful and its the first time he's sounded that way in months.
"What, you're gunna give Batman nightmares?" Tucker snickers but Sam looks inspired.
"That's exactly what he's going to do. We need to haunt the Justice League. They'll see past the fake facade the GIW put up online and they'll be able to get the right legislation passed." Sam is practically buzzing.
"Okay, so lets get scheming- What do you get the primordial beast of the unconscious? Should I google 'what to get someone who has everything'? " Danny laughs.
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Bruce and his children rarely do feelings when they have breakfast in the morning after a night of separate patrols, but it seems as though the room is plagued with unease. Tim looks about as tired as ever, so his unease is probably attributable to WE board meetings, but its unlike the rest of his children to be so... disturbed. For some reason, after Alfred has excused them all from eating more than a few nibbles, they make it to the cave. Bruce is glad for the noise his children bring.
The nightmare's he's been having are following a dark plot. A town, a boy who looks like he was kin, and so, so much death. Bruce has had vivid dreams before in life, but this nightmare is... unreal. He tries to remind himself that it's just a nightmare.
When his JL emergency communicator goes off at the computer desk, he's not expecting it to be Dinah Lance. She and her Birds are typically wary of him in Gotham, even if they work well together in the League. He answers it like he would any Batman call, with silence.
"Bats, we have a problem. Any chance you've been having weird dreams about a kid getting experimented on or a town being burned down? Ghosts? Lazarus portals?" Dinah sounds exhausted, but Bruce snaps to her voice with rapt attention. As do all of his children.
"I-" Bruce takes a look around the room, everyone's heads except for Tim's nodding up and down with distress," We all have."
"Something tells me that they whole JL is. Everyone I've talked to this week has had a variation of the same dream. We either have a telepath trying to tell us something, or something even worse than that."
"I'll call emergency meeting, we need to collect details and try to determine the complete message."
"I'll send you what I've noted down so far, sans personal details of course, it's definitely in a town called Amity Park though. My client this morning saw the sign."
Batman grunts and the call ends. It's time to get to work.
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When the Justice League finally arrives, the town is glowing, and everything feels like... sleep. smothering. snoring. smoking. smoldering.
And then, despite the exhaustion that echos within them, the trudge onwards. The noise of laser guns certainly wakes them up a bit.
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After seeing your recent post I'mSending in my request Love!!
How would the bad men take care of their wife who get amnesia due to blood loss which resulted by being shot by a pistol or gets into an accident during a mission.
You have the free dom to make it like a one shot or head canon for these men
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CHUUYA NAKAHARA
Absolutely mortified
He has memory loss to (from the lab and Araharbaki) and knows how much it can mess with a person
He wants the best for you, and this clearly isnât that
He fears in his heart and soul that you might question your humanity like he did so he will kill before that happens to you
Back to the mission itself
He hates for you to do solo missions, but Moriâs call is Moriâs call at the end of the day
Even if you werenât alone, he only trusts a handful of people with your protection
Black lizard, all the executives, and the ADA if itâs during an alliance
But no, you werenât with a safe group
So when you got hurt (which was not expected, Mori wouldnât send you on something just to hurt you duh) he was PISSED
Wiped out the enemy in seconds
Yelled at Mori as to why he didnât just send Chuuya instead
When youâre in the hospital, he waits outside
He would hate to scare you
I mean, heâs pissed and he knows you hate when he raises his voice to any level
But⊠all hell breaks loose when he finds out you have amnesia
Pushes right past the doctors and doors
If you forget him⊠heâs flipping tables and going to find whoever hurt you and actually kill them this time
Heâs inconsolable
Youâre his love, and to forget that is a pain of death
He may not visit you much at first, but heâll come around
If you do remember him, heâll take the biggest sigh of relief ever
Hugs you
And believe me, he will buy whatever therapy, drug, or surgery that will help you
Helps you relearn everything important
For your wedding, he had to put on your wedding dress and pretend to walk down the isle to maybe make you remember
Cried at how beautiful you looked
Labels images in the house by event, person in the photo, and date
So you can know what special moments youâve had
A sliver lining is that he can take you on a tour of the city, showing you all the sights for what for you is the first time
And you forget all the gore and pain youâve seen in the port mafia
Over all, heâs coping, but heâll come around and help
DAZAI OSAMU
He is a changed man from the port mafia past, but he almost forgets his resolve
Never has he doubted your skill, itâs the absolute terror and pain he knows other people wouldnât hesitate to inflict on you that he fears
Heâs seen it first hand
So when youâre completely alone on a mission he sorta freaks out
Less jokes, no suicide attempts till youâre back
But⊠you arenât back soon?
And when youâre finally back, itâs with Kenji crying and using his super strength to carry you to Yosano
The poor boy was so scared, he had found you while looking at the local park
Safe to say, Dazai was frozen in place at the blood that has trailed from the door to Yosanoâs office
He was mad. But not yelling
No, he was calculated and cold
He walked to Fukuzawaâs office, and asked for the enemy name
No one knows what happened in the 30 minutes he was goneâŠ
Back to you, he knocks and talked with Yosano for a while
When he heard you had amnesia, it was the first time she saw him so vulnerable
âDoes she remember me?â âI donât know, Dazai.â
Walked in slowly
If you remember him, heâll immediately give you a hug
Knowing that is enough for him
But if you forget?
I hate to say this, but he may try to distance himself
âYou got your chance with in, and look at what ended up happeningâ is this thought process
But, heâll visit Odaâs grave and think it over
He knows then that you need him
You need your husband, your Osamu
So the next few days is him having you help with cases he knows the criminal, but wants your mind to have a workout
Doesnât try for any affection because he knows you may be to weak
When you finally kiss again, he has never put more passion into anything
During his time of caring for you he doesnât make a single comment about suicide
After losing your beautiful memories and mind, he canât imagine losing you
Your life is like a glass, held by his slim hands
And heâll kill before anyone does this to you again
KUNIKIDA DOPPO
Kunikida is often âseriousâ, but Dazai can attest heâs never seen him so truly and utterly serious before
Not in his scolding, fatherly way
But in a cold, quiet way
He doesnât even touch his book for at least a week
Thinks ideals make so sense now that his wife is hurt
And he didnât stop it
When he first found out, he dropped his book
He clutched his ring to his chest
Walks into the room youâre saying in slowly
âLove? Do you⊠remember me?â âSorry, love? Please donât call me that, sir.â
Tears fall, but he wipes them before you can get concerned
Even if you donât know him anymore, he knows with your kind heart youâll comfort a crying stranger
And he wants to be the one comforting you
He tries his best to explain everything
Showing his ring, the photo of the two of you he keeps in his wallet, and even has Yosano confirm it
He doesnât cope wellâŠ
OR
âLove? Do you⊠remember me?â âKuni⊠hi.â
Hides his face in his hands
He has never been more happy in his life
Rushes to you and kisses your hand
Now, he still has to teach you life again
And who better than an ex teacher?
Heâs so patient
Uses cute little techniques
He is⊠okay
I mean, he wants you to be okay
You will definitely heal the fastest with him
He spares all his free time into helping you
Makes little drawings in his notebook for you to learn objects again
And, he readjusts his schedule! All for you
Only for you
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Call of Distraction *â .â â§
Mikey / Leo / Raph
The lair was relatively quiet, save for the soft hum of machinery in Donnieâs lab, where he was thoroughly engrossed in fine-tuning a new device. The rest of the guys were busy preparing for patrol when Aprilâs phone went off. She glanced at the screen and saw your name.
âOh, itâs (Y/N),â she announced, already smiling. âMind if I take this real quick?â
âGo for it,â Leo said.
April answered, immediately switching to speaker. â(Y/N)! Whatâs up?â
âOh, you know,â you said, your voice coming through loud and clear. âJust trying to survive another night of fighting with my laptop. Thingâs practically about to combust. Thought Iâd see if my favorite tech genius was up for a little troubleshooting?â
Donnie smirked, glancing over from his workstation, already recognizing the subtle hint in your voice. âFavorite tech genius, huh? Well, I could take a look, but only if you admit that youâre probably the reason itâs about to combust.â
âOh, Iâd say itâs an even split between me and the cursed hardware,â you replied smoothly. âBut hey, Iâll take my chances. Besides, you love fixing my messes, donât you?â
âI wouldnât say love,â Donnie replied, shooting a small grin at April. âMore like a necessary evil. But sure, I can save youâagain.â
Raph, who was listening from the other side of the room, snickered, leaning over with a smirk. âDonnieâs got his hands full tonight, huh?â
âPlease, Raph, like Iâd want him spending his precious time on anything but his tech-hero duties,â you shot back, clearly amused. âBesides, heâs the only one who can stand my laptopâs⊠unique personality.â
âOh yeah?â Donnie asked, unable to hide his grin. âUnique as in constantly malfunctioning because someone forgets to do even the most basic updates?â
âTouchĂ©, Professor,â you teased. âNext youâre gonna start grading me on my computer skills.â
âActually, I have considered it,â he replied, the usual bite in his sarcasm softened with a hint of warmth. âI think youâd be lucky to scrape by with a C-minus.â
âWow, a C-minus? Thatâs generous. Might have to keep you around after all, Donnie.â Your laugh came through the speaker, light and genuine.
April couldnât help but shake her head, an amused smile spreading on her face as she exchanged a look with Leo. Meanwhile, Donnieâs expression softened, the usual sharpness fading from his eyes as he listened to you. But just as he was about to come up with a snappy comeback, April raised an eyebrow, looking right at him.
âYou know, (Y/N) has a pretty high opinion of you, Donnie,â April said, an innocent tone to her voice but a glint of mischief in her eyes.
He froze for a second, caught off guard. âIâI mean⊠well, of course,â he stammered, trying to keep it together. âAfter all, I am the resident tech genius around here.â
âActually, AprilâŠâ you cut in, voice suddenly shifting to something more thoughtful. âIf youâre saying what I think youâre saying, maybe I do need to be a bit more direct.â
There was a beat of silence on the other end as Donnieâs brain short-circuited. April, realizing youâd stepped right into it, gave him an innocent little shrug, clearly unbothered by his deer-in-headlights expression.
âSo,â you said, now half-teasing, half-genuine, âhow does the idea of a post-tech-support dinner sound? Or maybe you can come by, and we can save my laptop and my sanity in one go?â
Mikey gave a soft, âOoooh,â while Leo grinned, and Raph smirked as Donnie tried to process what just happened.
âAâuh⊠dinner? With you?â Donnie managed, his vouce completely failing him. His face went pink under the purple of his mask as he shifted on his feet.
âDonât tell me the tech genius is speechless?â you asked, clearly amused. âOr was that one too many system errors for the night?â
April finally took pity on him, giving him a gentle nudge. âGo on, Donnie. Sounds like a plan to me.â
âYeah,â he muttered, still trying to regain his composure. âDinner⊠I mean, tech supportâI mean, sure. Iâd⊠love that.â
You laughed softly, a sound that made Donnieâs heart skip a beat. âGood. And thanks for being my favorite tech guy⊠and maybe my favorite guy, period.â
Before he could respond, April winked at him and hit the button to end the call, leaving him standing there, dazed. The rest of the turtles broke into laughter, and Donnie could only give a half-smile, half-grumble as they teased him mercilessly.
âSmooth, Don,â Mikey said, clapping him on the shoulder.
Donnie just shook his head, but inside, he was already mentally cataloging ways to make that âtech supportâ session into the best night youâd ever had.
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Aurora
strategist!yunho x spy!reader
falling in love with the enemy?au
genre and warnings: some fluff, loads of angst, slow burn, suggestive, manipulation, betrayal, lies lies lies, blood and violence warnings, swearing, human lab rats, mentions of self-harm (picking at old scars), lmk if i missed sth.
word count: 26.5k
synopsis: you're finally working at halaland's most prestigious research centre as a skilled cryptographer. reality is, you're a utopian spy trained by the crescents to uncover the suspicious activity in the medical research department. to get there, you must first become a part of jeong yunho's strategy team and win his favour. however, as you both get closer, the presence of secrets burden you both and you know you're up for eventual heartbreak when you fall in love. you dread when he'll learn who you truly are.
manager-nim: @eightmakesonebraincell (made sure i got my ass working on this and yeah couldn't have done this without her <3)
You didnât know what you were expecting when you stepped within Halaland, legally, for the first time. One could argue about the legality of your admission into the country but as far as everyone was concerned, you were a Halaland native returning from Mist Island after training. Â
âThe wind is not different. The land is the same. I wonder why we have so many differences?â You wondered out loud and Seonghwa shot you a warning look, making the others in the car squirm.
âNo matter how much this place feels like home, remember what you are here for,â Seonghwa looked at all three of you as he said. Everyone nodded in synchrony. âAs of this moment⊠weâre strangers and Iâm just the poor Mr. Park who was unfortunate enough to be collecting young female researchers from around the continent. Now⊠I hope you all remember who you are?â
âAurora,â you called your new name, the way it rolled off your lips feeling foreign even to you. âFor the cryptography team.â
âAnd the strategy team if youâre lucky,â Seonghwa reminded you of the first step towards your ultimate goal and you gulped, nodding. While he talked to Byeol and Nami, you resorted to watching the apple farm pass by as you drew closer to the Capital.
If someone had asked you a few years ago- before the war with Utopia began- what profession you saw yourself in, youâd say teaching in a breath. Teaching maths. Your original dream, before Halaland announced war on your home and snatched everything from you- family, friends, and dreams.
It was ironic that you were now in the very land you hated to the core, as their researcher. As the notorious Halazia Research Center- home to the most dangerous weapons on the continent- came into view, you couldnât help but wow at the endless array of towers and buildings that must make up half of the Capital. It looked plain enough for the horrors it had been producing for a decade now. You straightened and put on a practised smile before you stopped at the gate for identification.
Thankfully, none of you held your breath as they went through your tags and got a good look at you. Seonghwa said a few words to the guards and then they let you through, leading the car to the Security Office.
You got off and took a quick glance around at the grey structure and the signs in their native language before greeting the middle-aged man who you very well recognised.
âLadies, itâs a pleasure to finally have you here,â he took off his hat and tipped his head in greeting and the three of you curtsied. âI am Dr. Eric Cho, co-director of Halazia. I hope your journey wasnât too troublesome- I understand you had to travel through land due to the circumstancesâŠâ
âNot at all,â Byeol passed her trademark gummy smile, one that charmed not only men but women as well. âI always wanted to see what Utopia looked like. I have to admit it wasnât much.â
Dr. Cho seemed to like that attitude and he laughed out loud. âIâm sure itâs got some hidden gems too.â
âWe travelled around the border so they probably donât have much to share about the sights,â Seonghwa dug out cigarettes from his pocket and offered one to the doctor and you watched them light each otherâs cigarettes, sharing a moment which made rage simmer in your throat but you tightened your smile- Seonghwa was only acting. âShall I take them inside?â
Dr. Cho motioned for one of the officers to escort you inside the Security Office and you werenât surprised by how thoroughly you were all checked- they didnât spare one inch on your body, which made you feel a bit uncomfortable. When you were done and came outside, Dr. Cho scanned you.
âAre you the one who decrypted our code in the shortest time so far?â
â3 minutes and 28 seconds, Doctor,â you saluted. âAurora Han at your service.â
âThatâs a whole 2 minutes shorter than the previous record-holder,â his eyes twinkled and you passed a proud smile. âDo you know what can happen in 2 minutes?â
âThe world can change in 2 seconds.â
âI like her,â Dr. Cho laughed. âCryptography Department, is it?â
âKeep an eye on her,â Seonghwa nodded. âPuzzles are not the only thing she is good at.â
Before the doctor could ask more, Byeol and Nami were out and the five of you had lunch where the doctor briefed you about the ambitions of this research centre and what they were striving for. It was pretty well rehearsed and felt like something he had narrated multiple times so you just listened to every word and nodded like a schoolgirl. After that, you followed an officer to the Cryptography Department where you filled the paperwork so you could get a pass and start working from tomorrow.
âShall I ask one of those guys to give you a tour of the department?â The officer asked, looking pretty tired.
âItâs alright, Iâll just find my way to the dorms, I think the fatigue is finally catching up,â you said and he bowed before leaving. You picked up your belongings and exited the office, taking a deep breath.
This was it.
After 3 years of training as a member of Crescent- a group of spies in Utopia that infiltrated into Halaland to find something, anything to win the goddamned war, you were finally here. As you walked along the corridors, peeking into the labs and memorising the path, you couldnât help but feel both terror and a sense of accomplishment. You werenât afraid, no. You were terrified of the fact that whatever you did here could turn the tide of the war.
You were looking at the picture of the alumni of the department, recalling their names in your head. You remembered what the Captain- the mastermind behind the Crescents- had said time and time again:
âThe easiest way to get wherever you want is to get into your seniorâs good graces. The easiest way to get caught, however, comes after that.â
You were staring holes at the picture of the person you wanted to approach first when someone cleared their throat behind you, making you nearly jump out of your skin.
âYou seem to know them.â
You turned around with a hand on your heart, greeted by a tall figure in a uniform you very well recognised, the black outfit producing a striking contrast with the gold medals and red details. The Strategy Department.
âOf course I know them,â you managed to say as you took a careful step away. âWho doesnât?â
He smiled, standing beside you. âAre you the new recruit?â
âI thought that was obvious,â you couldnât help yourself and he grinned. You stifled a smile- he had quite a friendly face. âDo you work here too?â
âI work⊠around,â he said and you didnât probe further. âIâm mostly on the field though. I bring data back. So⊠Miss?â
âHan. Han Aurora,â you told him and he nodded.
âAurora,â he tested, a subtle raise of his brow as he scanned you and you licked your suddenly dry lips. âDo you need help finding the dorms? I reckon youâd want to get rid of your bags before you memorise every face on the frames in this hall.â
âSadly, yes,â you replied. You could return his humour if that was what he wanted. He seemed to be pleased and offered to hold your bags but you insisted you were fine.
âLet me have my gentleman moment, please,â he laughed and you finally handed him your bags.Â
âI thought youâd have quite a bit of those moments on âthe fieldâ,â you commented as you walked beside him.Â
âNot really,â he shook his head. âIâm only a gentleman when Iâm not on the field.â
You ooh-ed dramatically at that, making him grin. After walking to the third floor and taking a few turns, you finally arrived outside the rooms.
âMen on the left, women on right,â he pointed. âYou could probably choose your own room there. We donât have many women in this field.â
âWell, Iâll take my bag from here,â you smiled. âThank you, MrâŠ?â
âJeong Yunho, from the Strategy Department.â
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The lab in the Cryptography Department was going to be your workplace and it was everything you had expected- a bit tense, occasional jokes to lighten the mood, some of them scribbling while the others typing endlessly into the computers. You werenât surprised by the vibe.
However, you were surprised when Jeong Yunho from yesterday introduced himself as a member of the Cryptography Department.
âHeâs everywhere, youâll get used to it,â Dr. Takashi, your team leader, said dismissively.
âWhen youâre from the Strategy Department⊠you need to be everywhere,â Yunho explained with a grin.
âSounds fun,â you made a face and began setting your things on the desk, glancing around. âSo what are your contributions to the Cryptography Department, Mr. Jeong?â
âCall me Yunho,â he smiled. âIâll admit, not much. Itâs you guys who will be cracking all the codes. Meanwhile, you, Miss Aurora, will be reporting to Dr. Takashi there with all your findings at the end of the day, and if youâre good enough, who knows? You might be assigned to my team.â
âHeâs just pulling your leg,â Kate, who sat nearest to your desk, rolled around in her chair and looked pointedly at Yunho. âHeâs the Strategy Departmentâs ace. Anyone who comes under his wing either ends up losing it or begging to quit, because once youâre assigned to him? Your life gets harder.â
âAh, is that why youâre purposely slacking off these days, Kate?â Yunho raised a brow in challenge and Kate pursed her lips guiltily.
You remembered every detail about Jeong Yunho from the files you had read on him. Skilled cryptographer though he was playing humble here, very skilled strategist and you supposed the title of âaceâ fit him since his contributions stretched across multiple departments, including the Medical Department- your end goal. You knew in your bones that this man was dangerous and you could not afford a single mistake around him, but the fact that he was so⊠relaxed? Cheerful? Quite a contrast to the otherwise tense environment in the lab.
It put you off guard, and you did not like it.
âShall I⊠try then?â You asked, drawing their attention. âIâve been told Iâm not that bad a strategist.â
âHmm, my team has grown smaller in number in the past few months,â Yunho considered. âI like that ambition. Dr. Cho had a lot to say about you, so if you prove yourself, I might personally put in a request for you to be on my team.â
âIâm suddenly not sure if I want that,â you laughed nervously and Kate snickered.
âYunho, youâre scaring the new kid! Get out of here, itâs only her first day, donât overwhelm her,â Kate practically pushed Yunho out of the cubicle, his laugh ringing in the lab and the others present smiling faintly as he passed by. You frowned a bit- it was only a few hours into your first day but it was already full of surprises.
The rest of the day passed by with you studying the codes that came in for the day- thankfully, Halaland hadnât cracked Utopiaâs code of communication yet. You, of course, knew exactly what it said, being one of the masterminds behind the code creation, however, you knew you were going to be treading on dangerous waters here. You remembered what the Captain had told you-
âItâs harder to pretend that you donât know anything than to pretend you know something. So when you see our code, how will you blend in? If you donât provide a meaningful contribution, theyâre going to transfer you out of the Capital. That means youâre done for. However, if you crack the code entirely, that means youâve studied similar codes, which means you might be acting as a spy. So what will you do?â
âLay low for a while and then plant an idea in someoneâs head,â you had replied. âWhen the person gets closer to cracking the code, Iâll step in and steal the spotlight. They might call me shameless for it but in the end, what will matter is that it would be me who eventually cracked the code.â
It was only a matter of âwhenâ now, and you would thankfully be getting that message through this very code soon, by the Captain himself. Before that, you were going to start putting your plan into action and build your background so that you coming to the solution wouldnât seem out of the blue.
And that meant you had to trick the entire Cryptography Department. That was easy- they lived in their own heads.
But could you trick Jeong Yunho?Â
Later in your room, you changed into your nightgown and sat at your desk, peeking out of the window to see Dr. Cho conversing with some strangers. You shut your eyes, recalling the lesson you had learnt every day for the past two years-Â
âYouâre my asset, Aurora,â the Captain said and your eyes widened in surprise- the man rarely ever complimented anyone on their skill, let alone call them their âassetâ. âYouâre everything I needed.â
âAnd whatâs that?âÂ
âAn innocent face with a deadly brain and a frozen heart,â he patted your arm, looking down at the scar that ran down from your elbow- an ugly gash that was a sign that you were a survivor. âYouâd make my perfect little spy. Youâre my ace, Aurora.â
You picked at the scar as you told yourself what you were here for.Â
Revenge. Plain and simple. Revenge for the people you lost, the home they took from you, the families they broke.Â
All hail Utopia, you whispered to yourself as you met eyes with Dr. Cho through the window.
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You let a few uneventful days pass by before you took your first step- which was to steer your colleagues further away from cracking Utopiaâs code of communication by pointing them in a similar but totally opposite direction.Â
It was simple enough- creating notes from the past few attempts of the Cryptography Department, reading books and books of code and puzzles in your spare time which you would spend either in the lab or in the cafeteria, anywhere where you had eyes. You immersed yourself in codebreaking like your teammates but with your progress, you proved everyday that you were better than the others by a good margin.
It was to the point that even your colleagues like Kate, who had initially cared if you were eating well, stopped caring altogether- you could clearly handle yourself. However, as soon as they stopped, you made sure to slack on eating, to doze off while working or scratch your hair out in frustration when you came upon a dead end. That certainly prompted some of them to ask you to take a break, reminding you that a burdened mind would be no good here.
Yunho visited twice- once with confidential information that only Dr. Takashi had the privilege to hear, and the second time to âglanceâ around, as he put it.
He fired two people that day.
You were standing by a window and recalling the events of that day when Yunho spotted you and joined.
âWhat are you looking at?â
âThe skyâs clear,â you replied casually.
The sky is clear. No aircrafts. No smoke. No cries of the mourners filling the seemingly permanent darkness of the sky.
âI hope you werenât too surprised by the events of that day,â he glanced at you and you wondered if he had read your mind. âYou should have guessed by now that whenever I visit, Iâm actually evaluating.â
âIâm⊠not exactly surprised, I expected that,â you laughed nervously, not meeting his eyes. âIâve heard enough about you and your fellows from the Strategy Department. Iâm just⊠wondering why Strategy holds the authority to do that. I thought the Head of Cryptography did that?â
âYouâre right,â Yunho nodded. âBut your Head of Department is far too busy for such meagre tasks. He lets us handle it. Why do you think we hold that authority?â
You looked at him this time. âBecause every second is valuable, and you cannot afford to entertain people whoâre not contributing?â
âSomething along those lines, but to be exact, we cannot afford the people who waste our resources. Weâre few in numbers but we need maximum output. And for that, we need people who do not slack, or who at least try. So my next question is, how much are you trying, Aurora?â
Your heart sank despite all the training you had done before arriving here. âI cannot be the judge of that.â
âExactly. You said youâre not a bad strategist. I see potential in you, but so far I havenât seen output, Aurora. So if you at least want to stay in the Cryptography Department, Iâll need to see something significant soon.â
Asshole, you thought. You cleared your throat. âI do have this notion that I'm entertaining. I wonât spill until Iâm at least 51 percent sure, but I think it could turn the tide.â
âIs that so?â Yunho raised a curious brow.Â
âIâm just trying my best⊠Sir.â
Yunho laughed heartily at your sudden use of title and you almost glared daggers at him though his hearty laugh forced your lips to curve a bit. âIâm not pulling rank on you- that was not my intention. But⊠you keep working on that, okay? Iâd like to hear what youâre thinking, even if youâre 49 percent sure.â
With that, he walked off and you watched his tall figure until he paused and turned, catching you staring at him.
âAnd Aurora?â
âYes?â
âItâs Yunho for you,â he smiled, disappearing into the shadows. You found yourself stifling a smile at the man who could be both ice cold and warm as the sun.
Who could either unintentionally push you to success in this mission or destroy you if he learned of your true identity.
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It was your first day off since you arrived at the facility, but you werenât going to waste it roaming around. You had a number of tasks for today and you couldnât risk getting caught.
You woke up at the crack of dawn and went out for your usual jog but to meet Seonghwa this time and exchange information. A few days ago you hid a letter behind one of the tires of his truck and you were going to get your answer today. You spotted Seonghwa and said hi.
âI hope youâve adjusted well,â he asked, not daring to glance around. The people here may not have their eyes everywhere but they sure had ears.
âIâm managing,â you said with a short laugh. âDid you just get back?â
âNo, Iâm leaving,â Seonghwa said and you nodded slowly. âI think Iâll be on the road for a while this time.â
âI see⊠have a safe journey, and may the fates be with you,â you said- the farewell greeting of Mist Island. âAnd may you not have a problem with the tires. That one looks flat.â
âYeah, I called someone to help me out with that,â Seonghwa scratched the back of his neck tiredly.Â
âWell, Iâll be resuming my jog now.â
âGo along, and good luck with whatever the hell youâre doing here,â Seonghwa laughed lightly. âIf I get praised to have found you, Iâll assume youâve succeeded.â
âOf course, Iâll make you proud,â you saluted sarcastically before going back to your jog and analysing the conversation you just had in your head.
You had talked in code- subtle hints on what to do. Seonghwa was going somewhere far but would be travelling through Utopia- the reason he said heâd be on the road for a while. You had pointed out the flat tire where you had sneaked in a note for him a few days earlier. He had answered your question- you were doing good and now you needed to play the cards right- you needed to proceed with the plan.
So later that day, you went to Dr. Takashi and asked him why everyone in the department was analysing Utopiaâs code according to maths and logic, rather than language itself.
Dr. Takashi looked at you in confusion. âWhat exactly are you implying?â
âIâm saying,â you swallowed, pretending to gather your courage- you knew Dr. Takashi rarely bought anyone's bullshit. âYes, codes are usually connected to maths. Itâs some simple formula, some calculation. But what if Utopiaâs code is a play on language itself? Utopian language? What if, for instance, this word-â you pointed at what seemed like a random scribble, â-what if this word is a made-up word from different words, or even languages?â
âI understand what youâre implying, but Iâm sure someone has already entertained this possibility before you. What makes this time different?â
âIf we can crack even one wordâŠâ you began. âWe could decipher the entire code. We just need to focus on patterns and repetitions and check the similarities with Utopian vocabulary or other languages.â
Dr. Takashi thought for a moment, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair. He looked at you for a few moments and then picked up the phone. You raised a brow in confusion, watching him click 2 for the Strategy Department.
âItâs- itâs just a possibility I was wondering we could entertain- are you gonna fire me?âÂ
âRelax,â Dr. Takashi chuckled and then cleared his throat when the line connected. âThis is Dr. Takashi from Cryptograph. Could I have someone from Strategy? I think we might have something worth checking out.â
This time your surprise was a bit genuine- you hadnât expected him to immediately ring the Strategy Department. You prayed Yunho would come- you had met another person from that department and he really wasnât pleasant to be around.
But when Yunho entered, he had a knowing smile. âI knew it had something to do with the newcomer.â
âYouâre quick,â Dr. Takashi commented. âYou should hear her out.â
â51 percent sure?â Yunho asked and you nodded, the doctor looking between you two, lost. âGo ahead then. Surprise me.â
You showed your own framework and explained how with an approach that targeted repetitions and patterns in the Utopian language and worked on unjumbling it might work better and resultantly, shorten the workload. You explained that the focus should be on lingual patterns instead of mathematical ones. If you manage to crack some part of the code, you could at least make some sense of the whole message.
âThatâs actually not such a bad idea. Why hasn't anyone entertained this possibility yet? Itâs not a new approach as far as I know,â Yunho asked.Â
âA similar approach was suggested by someone a few days earlier, but they weren't sure just how to implement it. Aurora here, however, seems to have built her own code as a set of guidelines. Certainly makes work easier.â
âI wouldnât call it âguidelinesâ...â you faltered but the two werenât impressed by your lack of confidence.
âYou built this code in how many days exactly?â Yunho asked, grabbing the document and checking it out.Â
âOne day. 14 hours, to be exact.â
âAnd this is new? I havenât seen something like this before, have you, Dr. Takashi?â
âI donât think so either,â he peeked at the table. âI think youâre not meant to be here, Aurora.â
âWhat do you mean?â Your heart skipped a beat.
âI mean you should be creating instead of cracking,â Dr. Takashi was clearly impressed, glancing at Yunho as if to dare him to contradict his statement. Yunho, however, remained quiet until he had finished reading the code.
âI think Iâll have the team split into half- one of them can go with this approach while the other continue with their progress. Iâll have you manage that, Dr. Takashi. As for you, AuroraâŠâ he glanced at you, face void of expressions. âContinue entertaining more possibilities- donât waste time merging with a team unless youâre sure youâre onto something. And this time, Iâll have your ideas that youâre only about 40 percent sure as well.â
You nodded eagerly and he finally smiled. âGood work there.â
âThank you,â you smiled and Yunho asked Dr. Takashi if he could have a word. You went back to your seat and watched the two talk in hushed voices, glancing at you. You pretended to get back to work, glad that you were the only one who could hear the thumping of your heart.
Youâd done it. You had diverted the attention when they came close to actually cracking Utopiaâs code. And you might just have landed a seat in the Strategy Department- you were pretty sure the two were discussing it, though you knew the type of person Jeong Yunho was, he would wait a good while and test you a lot more before ever giving you access to the facilityâs perhaps most important department.
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You stood outside the Medical Department- the largest building in the entire facility, and you sure felt like an outsider in front of the enormous doors. You showed the guard your permit and identification card and he let you in, handing you a pamphlet with a map and requesting that you follow the directions instead of roaming around.
You ignored that. You came to roam around.Â
You stood in the hallway, a stretch of white and gold leading to glass doors on either side of you, the one on the left for emergency (ICU) and handling outdoor patients (OPD). Most of the traffic was around there, but-
The Medical Research Department was on your right, a semi-restricted area that you needed to get access to. The one the Captain told you about. Your origin as a spy and your end goal.
The war was going to turn 10 this year. Halalandâs war hadnât always been with Utopia- in fact, Utopia had once been Halalandâs strongest ally, until some political strife that was unknown even to the most trusted agents of Utopia caused Halaland to âunwillinglyâ turn their weapons towards Utopia- which happened about 4 years ago.Â
The Captain had told you that the strife was born due to some disagreement in Medical Research. Utopia and Halaland had worked very closely there, and now it was your job now to see if it was just a coincidence that none of the Utopians made it back alive after being expelled when the two went against each other.
You wondered if the Captain was right. What could be in Medical Research? Drugs? Did they finally discover how to extend their life? Or some unexplainable discovery no one could ever begin to comprehend the notion of?
You waited until someone started going towards the right, following a middle-aged woman through the hallway until she turned towards a lab, leaving you alone in the corridor. You hid the map in your pocket and walked until you reached the sign with the layout of the building- Level 1 being the ground floor which contained labs for testing the official samples, Level 2 being the experimentation labs, and Level 3 being the restricted section. You knew all this from the information the Captain had gathered from ex-employees of this facility.
You also knew you could get access to Level 3- the restricted section- if you become a part of the strategy team. That wasnât the end, though. Your priority was the basement that they called Level 0. The one that not even the residents of the Medical Department knew of.
The one that, if still in operation, might have something that could lead Utopia to salvation.
You heard someone come and you pretended to be lost, looking at them for help. It was a man about your age. âLooking for someone?â
âIâm wondering if I should give my blood sample here or in the OPD,â you let your voice shake nervously.Â
âCryptography Department? You must be here for your monthly exam,â he asked and you nodded. âWell, youâll have to go to the OPD for that, but if youâre already here, Iâll save you the trip, follow me.â
You thanked him, walking a few steps behind him and he asked if you had received the map or instructions before entering. You told him it was your first month here and the guard was too busy eating snacks to provide help. The man shook his head, telling you this wasnât the first time someone had strayed here.
After giving your blood sample, you walked back to your department slowly, calculating the outcome of each move you could make from here on. There were a number of paths the Captain had sketched for you, but he had trusted you as long as you reached your goal with minimum damage. But no matter what, you had to win Jeong Yunhoâs favour and get yourself in his strategy team if you wanted to get to Level 0.Â
And maybe it was time you showed Yunho just what you were made of.Â
You went straight back to your lab and started working on another code-cracking framework you had been building for the last two days. Once you were done, you analysed it with a few samples of Utopiaâs code.
If anyone could actually figure it out (which you were sure no one in this lab would) it could break at least half of Utopiaâs code language. For days, you had built everything for this exact moment. With your heart skipping beats to the point you had to sit down and shut your eyes for a few seconds, you got up and walked to your colleague Sam.
âCan I have a moment?â
He looked up, pushing his glasses up and his tousled washed-out hair away. âSure. Whatâs the matter?â
You took a seat next to him. âYou specialise in the structures of codes, right? I was wondering if this framework makes any sense to you- I thought an external opinion would be good because my brainâs a mess right now and I donât want to dump this away without being sure.â
âAh, let me see,â Sam started going through the document and you watched him look unimpressed until you pushed at the Utopian codeâs samples you had been working on, which was when he detected the pattern and looked at you in surprise.
âWhere did you get this?â
âThe framework? I built this-â
âNo, the samples,â he began, opening his drawer and pausing to check the date on your copy of samples before rushing through his drawers, creating a mess and then asking Kate to get two copies of the samples from all the dates you had already analysed. You pretended to be nervous but you were actually sweating visibly.
âIs everything⊠okay?â
âYeah- yeah, everything is okay,â he nodded, his pitch uneven. âI just need to make sure you have the right samples.â
Kate arrived, looking intrigued and you both watched Sam double-checking everything and even calling the linguist in the room. You kept scratching at the skin around your fingernails until Sam finally took off his glasses and looked at you in disbelief.
âI think youâve done it, Aurora. Weâve never been closer to cracking the entire code.â
You almost cried out in disbelief, looking around to see the rest with genuine smiles on their faces. Sam told you to follow him to Dr. Takashiâs office where the two of you briefed him on your progress and he immediately pulled the codes that had been intercepted today and let you work on it. You decrypted about 25 percent of the code.
âIt makes sense,â Dr. Takashi studied it. âUnless weâre all gaslighting ourselves to believe it does. I think we should still get Strategy to see it- if they can get this to the engineers, they might be able to feed this format into their machines, which would make decryption a matter of mere seconds. We could win this war, Aurora, because you sit holed up in a corner with those stupid gummy bears and your codes, do you understand?â
This time, your tears of happiness were real, though not for the reason they thought.
I can win this war.
âI guess itâs a battle of who falls first- Auroraâs teeth or Utopia.â
âThatâs a bad joke, Sam,â you rolled your eyes, laughing. âMy teeth are perfectly intact. Gummy bears are harmless.â
âSays who?â
You turned to the familiar voice- Yunho, entering and looking just as surprised to see you. âDonât tell me you called me because someone has cavities.â
You turned to Dr. Takashi- when did he call him? Or did someone else?
âThose gummy bears might have contributed to the decryption. Take a look at this, Yunho, and tell me what you make of it.â
Yunho looked sceptical as he glanced at you before sitting down. You gulped involuntarily as he analysed the document faster than even Dr. Takashi who was supposedly the expert here. He checked the decrypted sample.
âYou broke the code?â He glanced at you.
âA bit of it, it seems?âÂ
Yunho stared at you as if he had figured you out, scanning every bit of your face and your body language. When he finally got up, you almost sighed in relief. âIâll get this to the Department. Aurora, follow me please.â
You gathered up the rest of the documents, arranging them as you followed Yunho who looked even taller in his uniform- perhaps he had just returned from the âfieldâ. He turned as if he had felt you staring at him and smiled encouragingly, allowing you to fall in step with him.
âSo whatâs it about the gummy bears?â
âI may have a severe addiction, Sir.â
Yunho grinned at the way you formally put it. âAnd that addiction may have contributed to this outcome? If so, I might send a request to the government to send funds for⊠âsnacksâ.â
âDefinitely,â you grinned but it fell when you felt another nervous cramp in your stomach. âCan you please tell me what to expect? I might fall down at this rate, Iâm very nervous.â
âIâll catch you if you fall,â Yunho said and your heart lurched at the way he so casually said that. âWell, Strategy is nothing like the Cryptography Department. Iâm not saying your bunch is relaxed but everyone is always tense in our department. Youâll see what I mean- just try not to speak unless youâre spoken to, and try to⊠stick with me.â
You made an impressed face. âThank you.â
âThank me later,â Yunho said and you exited the building, the evening sun casting a golden glance and making Yunhoâs skin glow beautifully.
âTry not to stare at anyone if you can help it,â Yunho caught you looking and you felt like you could disappear- so much for training to be subtle. Yunho always caught you looking at him and that did nothing but worsen your unnecessary want to keep looking at him.
 âI donât stare at just anyone! What do you take me for,â you almost mumbled. âYou stare more than me.â
âThatâs because Iâm figuring you out.â
âWho says Iâm not looking at you for that reason too?â You countered.
Yunho paused, stifling his smile. âFiguring people out is a part of my job, Aurora.â
Sure is.
âFiguring people out is a part of my personality,â you simply said.
âAnd would you say you have me figured out? With the amount of times Iâve caught you looking at me, I bet you haveâŠâ
âAre youâŠâ you laughed. âTrying to flirt or something? And no I havenât figured you out, youâre a hard nut to crack.â
The sound of Yunhoâs laugh warmed your heart. âThat wasnât my intention, Iâm just pointing it out!â
âSure. Your ears are very red, by the way. You might want to do something about it before we enter your department.â
Yunho shook his head in amusement. âYou⊠youâre really something, Aurora. Before we get in there, Iâm offering you something- would you like to be a part of my team?â
You raised a brow. âJust like that?â
âI think I have figured you out enough to be able to make that decision,â he got serious. âHonestly, I almost did this a few days ago when you presented that framework. I found that it made things much easier. I think with your current findings⊠weâll definitely have something.â
You considered for a moment, trying to figure out what the glint in his eyes meant. Was he actually impressed? Even if he was, which you supposed everyone was at this point, he definitely had some plans for you. You werenât sure if you wanted to join his team or someone elseâs in Strategy, but goodness, was he a breath of fresh air in this land that suffocated you to the core.
âCan I tell you my answer after weâre done for the day?â You asked and he nodded earnestly, motioning for you to follow him.
The first thing you noticed when you entered the department was the noise. There were people freaking out, to put it simply. Messages exchanged across the room, people rushing around with documents in their hands, superiors barking orders- a stark contrast to the comfortable silence of Cryptography. To reel you in from that mess, Yunho put a hand on your back to guide you across the hallway, leading you to the office upstairs.
âWeâre meeting the supervisor. Sheâll know what to do with you, and she might offer you something better as well. I know I would too, if I was her.â
âWell, thatâs certainly relaxing,â you shivered and he grinned. âLetâs get it over with.â
With a knock, Yunho entered and bowed with you following suit. âThis is Aurora from the Strategy Department.â
âAh, the one you canât shut up about?â The supervisor said- a very elegant middle-aged woman. You turned to Yunho who was yet again blushing from his ears. âIâm Dr. Angela Choi. Itâs a pleasure to finally meet you.â
âThe pleasureâs mine,â you said and took a seat.
âWhat do we have now?â Dr. Choi asked.
Yunho handed you whatever files he had and urged you to go ahead and explain. You straightened and knowing now was the time you needed to impress the Strategy Department, you fell into explaining the background of your approach first, briefing her about whatever progress you had made up until now.
âThatâs certainly one way to look at it- more plausible than what we had so far,â Dr. Choi studied your framework. âI like this. Even if it doesnât work, the approach youâre taking is fresh. Perhaps because youâre young?â She laughed.
âCome on, youâre not too old yourself,â Yunho laughed along and you could sense they were comfortable with each other. âAurora, sheâs⊠quick. Intelligent.â
âYes, I think someone like her shouldnât be hiding in Cryptography,â Dr. Choi seated back, looking relaxed. âPerhaps she should join our department. Maybe with the computer scientists? Theyâve been trying endlessly to make their decryption devices more efficient. They just donât have the right data to feed in. Iâll hand them this data- it could change the course of this war. You understand that, Aurora?â
âI do, but,â you looked around. âI expected this conversation to be more⊠tense.â
âI understand. I must seem very laid back, huh?â Dr. Choi smiled. âI havenât sat in my office in ten days. I was occupied at the field, at the heart of all operations. Strategists have to be able to work well under pressure.â
âNot just the strategistsâŠâ you sighed. âItâs just very different here than in Mist Island.â
âAh, yes, Mist Island. They were losing the war, werenât they, until they joined us?â She asked and you nodded. âThose who have more to lose, they break under the idea itself. We have a lot to lose too, yes, but weâve been winning this war for years now. Itâs only a matter of time until it ends.â
You were genuinely impressed by her confidence, even though it disgusted you to the core how little they cared about the losing side. Dr. Choi continued. âWeâve created a somewhat relaxed and peaceful environment so our cryptographers, engineers, doctors and nurses donât feel burdened. We give them deadlines, yes, but we, the strategists, take all of their burden. We donât want anyone else to break under pressure or weâll lose. So, how well can you handle pressure, Aurora?â
You looked at Yunho whose smile didnât quite meet his eyes. You wondered why. âI can handle it well, Doctor.â
âVery well. Consider my offer but if you want to stick to your current department, thatâs alright too. Mr. Jeong, if you can escort her back?â
âYes,â he got up and bowed and you followed him outside, navigating out of the hustle until you exited the department and Yunho exhaled like he could finally breathe.Â
âCare for a drink?â
âYou must really want me to join your team,â you smiled and he shook his head in amusement.Â
âIâm just really thirsty, but Iâm also wondering whatâs on your mind.â
You accepted and he took you to the cafeteria, taking the window seats. You looked at him. âHalaland must have an ace up their sleeve. Iâve seen what the losing side looks like and this is far from it.â
âPerhaps,â Yunhoâs tone was cryptic. âIsnât it good to be on the winning side?â
âThatâs debatable too, but thatâs also the reason Iâm here,â you told him. No lies there. âWhat does your team offer?â
âField work. Assessing the situation and taking steps accordingly. Guiding the cryptographers and the other departments. We make the decisions that could save lives, but our decisions are not always in our favour. And most importantly, in war thereâs sacrifice. You understand what I mean, donât you?â
You nodded, eager. You were so close to your destination now. âI like that, but tell me⊠do you always scout people like this?â
That took Yunho by surprise and he laughed and you couldnât help but join. âYouâre the first. Iâve never had to practically beg someone to join my team. Usually the higher-ups make that decision for me and I only decide if I want to keep them.â
âYou might change your mind later,â you shrugged.
âI wonât know until I work with you though,â he sipped his coffee, scanning you. âSo? Do you like Dr. Choiâs offer more?â
âIâll join your team,â you said and watched how he relaxed a bit. âI donât want to be holed up with the machines. Thatâs not my forte.â
âDo you mind me asking⊠who trained you before you came here?â
Your heart skipped a beat as the face of the Captain flashed behind your eyes. But you had another name to give- another mentor who was just like you, a spy who made his place here. âDr. Kang who, I believe, is in the Medical Research Department here?â
Yunho raised a brow at that, surprised. âDr. Kang trained you? He must have trained you for the Strategy Department then. Why begin with Cryptography?â
âHe wasnât sure I could handle it,â you placed your cup on the table. âAnd he might be right. Weâve all lost something in this war, havenât we?â
Yunho unconsciously glanced at what was visible of the scar on your arm and you caught that, tugging your sleeve down which took him out of his trance. So he had noticed. He cleared his throat, meeting eyes with you.Â
âWe all have,â his voice was thick with emotion and you could tell he had lost something- or someone important too. âWell, letâs hope you can show Dr. Kang that you can handle more than he thinks.â
âDo you know Dr. Kang personally?â You asked, actually curious. There was no way-
âKang Yeosang, right?â Yunho was smiling. âHeâs an old friend. He got me here.â
Your heart sank. Yunho was Kang Yeosangâs old friend? Was he also a spy then? But⊠there was no way you could confirm that. And if he was not a spy for UtopiaâŠ
That meant he was more dangerous than you had thought.Â
âWow⊠what a coincidence,â you exhaled. âYeah, itâs been a while since I met Dr. Kang. I hope I can see him soon.â
âHeâs quite busy these days. Very hard to run into him now,â Yunho finished his coffee. âBut tell you what- next time I have business in Medical Research, you may tag along.â
âSure.â
âIs there a reason you arenât mentioning that you have medical experience as well?â Yunho asked and you sighed internally- he really was testing you at every point. You wondered why. âI mean⊠I looked at your resume before making the decision to offer you a spot in my team. But you havenât told me anything about your previous experiences at all.â
âDoes it matter?â You asked. âEveryone in Mist Island was trained to gain some medical experience. I donât like to go into the details, but the one who found me insisted it be mentioned.â
âIs there a reason behind that? You donât have to tell me exactly what, I just want to know if youâre okay with medical field work if weâre required to do so in the future.â
âYes, there is a reason why I donât like mentioning it,â you told him. âDr. Kang knows my history. If you trust him⊠you can trust me, canât you?â
The way Yunho did not immediately agree told you he must know something- either about you or his old friend. You cleared your throat. âIâm okay with medical field work. Iâm not the best but I can certainly assess the situation and act quickly.â
âThatâs good enough,â Yunho grabbed his things from the table and you started getting up as well. âI wonât pressure you to do anything you do not want to, so when I offer you an assignment, you donât have to worry about me firing you if you do not accept it because youâre uncomfortable. I only fire people who are-â
âA burden, a waste of resources, yes, I know the drill,â you finished for him and he grinned, walking with you outside.
âWell then. Pack your stuff, and Iâll see you tomorrow in Room no. 8 of the Strategy Department. Sleep well, Aurora.â
He was about to go but you grabbed his arm lightly and he paused, turning in surprise. âI havenât thanked you for your kind offer.â
âThank me later,â he winked and ran off, making you wonder just how you were supposed to thank him âlaterâ.
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Yunho was nothing like the person you had come to know in the past month when he was working. If you thought you knew him, you were so wrong.
You werenât sure what surprised you more- the switch of character or the fact that you misjudged him. Perhaps because it was your first time interacting with someone outside of work first. Perhaps you should have expected it-
No. He was different.
He was a natural leader, you were finding. He was respected and possibly even feared by the fresh recruits- your fellows from Cryptography werenât wrong about him. He took charge of the room, barked orders, maintained punctuality down to the seconds and wanted results. Quick. And anyone who couldnât deliver was given an earful in private.
He told you he would cut you some slack only on your first day, like he did with everyone. You were no longer âYunhoâ and âAuroraâ. He was âSirâ and you were âMiss Hanâ which put a strict distance between you. He did not joke around while working at all. You learned that he was right when he said he had to be on his toes, had to make important decisions and choose what to keep and what to sacrifice.Â
It had been over a week now- you had shifted your dorms, the current room giving you the view of your former workplace but blocking the sun, which you didnât mind. It was a bit more luxurious too and gave you better room for optimisation, but you had nothing much here anyway.
The emptier the better.
Yunho was the leader of your team- Team no. 8. He reported to Dr. Choi who reported to the Head of the Department. The decision-making usually fell to the higher-ups and the team leaders, and the working dynamics were good. You wondered if that was the reason Halaland was winning.
You wondered how Utopia was handling things- you missed home. You missed the smell of citrus in the air, back before the smell of smoke and blood became a norm. You missed the constantly cloudy but blue sky before it took on an eternal darkness- you were beginning to hate the sun here.Â
You missed your family who were no longer here, gone together in the dead of night, leaving you forlorn in this world. You missed the new family you had found among the Crescents- even though they insisted attachment would do you no good, the Captain himself had been like a big brother to you. Perhaps because all of you had bonded over mutual loss that you found yourselves unable to not depend on each other, not find comfort in each other. They were home, no matter where you went after that.Â
You didnât realise how long you had been standing at the end of the corridor where the dorms were, at the only window in the building that faced west towards Utopia, scratching at the scar on your arm until you felt gentle fingers lace through your hand and place them softly on the window sill.Â
Again, you were surprised for many reasons as you looked up at the man who was always there when you least expected him, whose footsteps were so silent yet presence so filling, whose gaze was so warm even when he put distance between you. He stood next to you, his hands right next to yours as he looked outside.
âIâm curious what part of this view exactly is so captivating that youâve been standing motionless for so long,â he commented, peeking out with an unimpressed face. âAll I see is barren land and a boring sky.â
âThatâs exactly what I needed,â you said, glad your voice didnât crack, glancing at what you had done- you never let the scar heal. You were always picking at the long gash somewhere. A reminder, you told yourself, though you didnât need to hurt yourself to be reminded. It already hurt enough. âI didnât want to be distracted by a pretty view.â
âMakes sense,â he turned towards you, glancing at the bleeding scar again. âDoes that hurt?â
You didnât expect him to inquire directly about the topic you both had danced around since you met. âNot really.â
âDoesnât look like it,â he tsk-ed. âDo you have a first-aid kit in your room?â
âNo?â
âYou should have,â he looked disappointed. âIâll ask someone to give you one. If youâre going to the field, you should definitely have a kit with you at all times.â
âBut Iâm not⊠or am I?â You narrowed your eyes and he stifled a smile.Â
âI thought Iâd ask you how your first week had been before offering you to join me,â he put his hands in the pockets of his black slacks. âWas it too much?â
âNot at all,â you glanced down again- it was starting to sting a little especially with the blood wanting to trail down-
âThis wonât do,â Yunho sighed. âCome with me.â
âWhere?â
âJust⊠stop questioning me for once and come with me,â he said and you thought you heard the tiniest bit of frustration in his voice so you followed him to the other end of the hall and realised he might be taking you to the menâs dorm. He unlocked the door to his room and you immediately felt like you were being hugged by him- the clean, almost aquatic scent of whatever product he used filled the room.
It was nice.
Yunho motioned to the couch and you glanced around before taking a seat- it looked as empty as your room, the only sign of living some clothes hanging around or food in the kitchen from where Yunho got his kit and came to sit beside you.
âI can do this-âÂ
âLet me,â he insisted, looking at you for permission and when you nodded, he took your arm and examined it, drawing your sleeve up hesitantly until it was above the elbow. He dipped some cotton in alcohol and cleaned it, the sting drawing your focus and when you winced, Yunho shook his head.
âYou should stop picking at your scar if you want to work in the field,â he began, his voice low and thick now that he was so close. âIt would be a shame if it got infected. I want my members in top condition, you understand?â
âYes, Sir,â you answered and he grinned.
âI told you, itâs just Yunho for you- when weâre not working,â he insisted and you nodded. âYou can ask me now. I can see you have questions.â
âWhat exactly will we be doing?â
âI cannot tell you until weâre on the mission,â he finished cleaning. âBut we might have to travel a bit and transfer confidential data.â
âI guess Iâll join? I have nothing better to do.â
âAy, are you saying your time at the department is a waste?â
âI mean- yeah, I could keep working but this would be better-â
Yunho laughed, wrapping a bandage around your arm and you pouted when you realised he was back to being the goofy senior you had come to know in your duration here. âI know what you mean, you donât have to explain yourself. Youâll learn a lot from the field but you should know that everything we see, everything we observe is strictly confidential. You understand that, donât you?â
âI do, and thatâs why I am working here,â you told him and he liked your answer.
âThere,â he tied the bandage. âI donât want to see you picking at your scar again. If you feel like doing that again⊠come find me and Iâll distract you, okay?â
âCome find me,â you quoted back with a scoff, surprising him. âWhen youâre the busiest person I know? I thought you were friendly with me just to get me on your team, and then suddenly thereâs this distance between us and youâre âSirâ and Iâm âMiss Hanâ and you keep ordering me around and pushing me-â
You stopped when you saw how he was smiling, head resting on his hand, elbow propped on his leg. âWhat?â
âCarry on,â he urged. âIâm enjoying this.â
âIâm not,â you sighed, your heart suddenly aching at the sight of him- you were getting really annoyed at the way he made you ramble and had you expecting more when in fact, you should be anywhere but here-
âJust say that you missed me, Aurora.â
âAs if,â you scoffed. âThank you for the help. Iâm going,â you said and got up but he grabbed your wrist, making you sit right back and you gaped at him as he failed to hold his smile, the smile that changed his entire face and made his eyes curve-
âWell, I definitely missed this,â he said but his eyes changed as he locked them with yours. âYou can find me anytime you want. If itâs too much, if anythingâs bothering you, you can find me, okay? I wonât let you down.â
You raised a brow. âDo you offer this to everyone?â
âMaybe? Some of it?â He wondered out loud, indicating he might not have offered this to anyone at all, for that matter. âMy point is⊠I know we all have scars, Aurora. Not all are physical. The physical scars? They hurt more here, donât they?â He pointed at his heart. âYouâre⊠a part of my team now. I want your wits gathered. I want you relaxed because youâve seen how tense the rest of my team is. I think I can depend on you if you can depend on me- and when we go on this mission, Iâd be glad if Iâm right about this.â
âJust say that you missed me too,â you laughed and he joined, realising he was still holding your wrist, letting it go gently. âOkay. Iâll try to find you next time.â
âGood,â he nodded, satisfied. â...good.â
You realised he was spacing out as his eyes travelled all across your face. You stared right back- at his kind eyes, at his incredibly charming face, at the way his hair fell on his forehead and when his eyes met yours, he held your stare for a moment too long before clearing his throat.
âWell, Iâll brief you tomorrow about the mission so you still have time if you want to change your mind. Think it over tonight, okay?â
âOkay,â you finally got up, straightening your clothes. âThank you⊠for everything.â
Yunho smiled at that and you left for your room, staring at the bandage until you fell asleep.
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It was two days later that you found yourself on the road with Yunho, travelling in a military car escorted by soldiers. You two were the only ones facing each other in the backseats but Yunho was currently busy going through some documents and you recalled the conversation you just had with him in the office.
Your colleague Hani, who had field experience, had briefed you about the clauses in your contract- what to do in case you found yourself in a compromising situation or if your life was being threatened in exchange for information. You had a strict non-disclosure agreement already signed, but this was a fresh reminder that anything could go wrong.Â
And that your life had little to no value so you shouldnât bother saving yourself by exchanging information. It was like this everywhere, but since it was the enemy you were now working for, you hated the idea of even getting a scratch for them, though the Captain had told you that you would be put in such a situation eventually. Today, you were going to play your part in a rehearsed skit. And today was all about your acting skills.
You touched the locket around your neck that Yunho had given you before leaving. He caught you tugging at it and you put it inside your uniform- all black with red details like Yunhoâs. He cleared his throat. âNervous?â
âA bit, but Iâm fine,â you admitted. He was probably inquiring because the locket was your death sentence- a cyanide pill you could use only if all else failed. You recalled the moment when he had secured it around your neck himself and then put his hands on your shoulders, making you lock eyes with him.
âIâll pray you never have to resort to a situation where you have to use this,â Yunhoâs voice was firm. âIf youâre in pain, you live through it. Think about your family, your friends, or whoever youâre fighting for. You make it back alive no matter how hard it is, you hear me?â
âYes, sir.â
âBut,â and this time, his voice was steel and gaze so harsh that you wondered if this was the same person who told you he could ask the government to provide funds for your gummy bear addiction. âIf you think of betraying your team and someone loses their life because of you? Iâd rather you have eaten the pill.â
Your heart sank dangerously and you recalled when the Captain had held you just like this and told you what fate you would meet if you ever betrayed them. You nodded firmly, once. âOf course.â
Immediately, his gaze softened and he patted your arm as he let go. âI know how hard it is to make a decision, especially when they have something on you. But the enemy, no matter how appealing their offer is, you do not give in, okay? If the pain really is too much to handle⊠I wish youâd live through it instead of opting for this solution.â
âI understand,â you nodded, pursing your lips. âI really do.â
Now, in the car with Yunho who scanned your face as if trying to figure out just what was going through your head, you decided to ask him. âWhat if we lose each other in the middle of the mission?â
âGlad you asked,â he sighed. âIâll show you the points where we can gather as soon as weâre entering the town.
And when you did, he sat next to you, pointing at 5 random points that were chosen for todayâs mission. He told you their strategy was to always have new points to gather at during every mission so nobody could snitch on them. When you finally reached Sector 1, Yunho made sure your bulletproof vest was secured under your uniform and you had no bugs on you- âprotocolâ, he called it, though you made sure he saw you scowl. You stopped at an old hospital that was now abandoned and got off, the harsh sun making you flinch and immediately wear your shades.
âThis hospital used to be the heart of this town, before a bomb struck here,â Yunho told you and you nodded- you recalled that. It was a few years ago when Neverland managed to strike here and you always wondered how someone could be heartless enough to target a hospital.
It made sense later- Neverland, now Utopiaâs ally but earlier the enemy, probably also got a whiff of whatever the hell was going on with Halalandâs Medical Research Departments. Innocent lives were lost but you hoped at least something had come out of it.
âI always wondered why anyone would target hospitals,â Yunho said out loud as if he had read your mind.
You cleared your throat. âHalaland targeted hospitals first. I hope you havenât forgotten your history⊠Sir.â
Yunho glanced at you, eyes unreadable behind the shades. âOf course I remember. Thatâs why I said âanyoneâ. What do you think? Why would someone target the hospitals?â
A test, perhaps. You pretended to think. âDoctors⊠Theyâre the backbone of any war, and perhaps the most precious asset especially in war.â
Yunho nodded, satisfied. âItâs a low move. I donât support that, but like I said, sometimes when you strategise, sacrifices must be made.â
âAnd what came out of sacrificing doctors?â
âThatâs not for just anyone to know,â Yunho pointed to the backdoor and you followed him.
âSo am I âjust anyoneâ?âÂ
âAs am I,â he sighed. âIâve only heard something did come out of it, and something valuable was lost when this hospital was targeted. Pretty sure they werenât talking about the doctors or the patients.â
You wondered if he really did not know or was pretending. You spotted a shadow behind the door and Yunho confirmed it was the man you were supposed to meet. He led you inside and the man met both your eyes before handing Yunho an envelope- the contents inside you referred to as âthe keyâ. He turned to you and you handed him your key. With a nod, you parted ways and exited the hospital.
âThatâs about it,â Yunho exhaled in relief. âA simple exchange of information. No words spoken. The information is not for our eyes nor can we interpret it. Weâre only couriers.â
âSo was that man a spy then?â You asked. âDo you receive information from other lands?â
âI donât know who that is,â Yunho admitted and you believed him. âBut I reckon he must be. You wouldnât make such a fuss for a local.â
You started driving back, pretending to be relieved that the mission was over when in fact, you were counting the minutes.
And then it happened- you heard the sound of a gunshot and you flinched even when you saw it coming. The soldier escorting you spoke in the radio to make sure everything was clear, but-
âWe have a tail, Sir- 2 SUVs. Weâre waiting for your orders.â
You looked at Yunho who dared to peek outside before calling in his radio, âTurn west. Weâre taking Route no. 3. Provide cover-â
Another gunshot and this time you had to cover your ears and crouch down out of instinct as the windshield shattered. Yunhoâs eyes were wide with horror as he took in the sight of the shot driver, the soldier frantically trying to steer the car while putting one hand on the wound on the driverâs chest. You straightened and looked at Yunho.
âI can either drive or provide medical attention- or fight back. What do you want me to do, Sir?â
âHow good is your aim?â
You let the faintest hint of a smirk grow on your lips. âGood enough, Sir.â
With that, you dragged the driverâs body to the backseat with the soldierâs help who immediately put pressure on the wound and checked the pulse. Yunho crawled to the driving seat and you borrowed the soldierâs rifle and examined the situation- one of your escort cars was down and you only had one at your front and on your right now.Â
So you waited until you sighted the tail- a black SUV. You aimed for the tires and shot once, twice, hitting the mark on your second shot which gave the escort car behind you a chance to shoot at the passengers. You broke the rest of the windshield with the butt of your rifle to clear your view, surprising Yunho, and sat on the frame to take another shot, managing to break their windshield this time. They fell back and the escort cars provided cover. The soldier honked and the three of your cars picked speed, the one behind you shooting aggressively. It seemed to have worked and you lost your tail, managing to follow the designated route.
You slid back to your seat, turning to check if you could assist in any way but it was too late- the soldier looked grim as he met eyes with you.
âHe was gone within a minute.â
You bit your lips, wondering if you could have saved him had you not been selfish and hesitant about practising medical attention on people anymore. You glanced at Yunho who was clenching his jaw. With a sigh, you rested on the seat as you calmed yourself down from the adrenaline and braced yourself for whatever was about to happen next.
The drive was pretty much silent until you reached the Research Centre, a medical team ready to take the people who lost their lives in the mission. You learned that two other soldiers had died. After paying your respects, you escorted Yunho to your department where the supervisor, Dr. Choi was waiting.
âI heard it went well,â she said and you raised a brow, glancing at Yunho who appeared tense.
âWe lost three soldiers today.â
âBut you have the key?â She asked, referring to what you had received from the supposed-spy.
Yunho didnât say anything, just handed the key to the doctor and she didnât open it. She looked at you. âReport.â
You swallowed. âWe had no tail until after we left the hospital. About 800 metres on Route no.1, we received the tip from Escort Car no. 3 about the tail. As soon as Mr. Jeong ordered us to embark on Route no. 3, our driver was shot and we had to improvise. The soldier with us went on to provide medical attention to him while Mr. Jeong drove and I attacked. I managed to puncture their tire and shoot through their windshield which Escort Car no. 2 informed us, helped eliminate one of the 5 passengers in the black SUV without a plate. Thatâs when we lost them and continued our return.â
âI see. Anything youâd like to add to that, Mr. Jeong?âÂ
âIâll let you make the conclusion,â Yunho answered, looking like he could kill her. âI donât know if itâs my position to say this but maybe you should take a look at whoâs friend and whoâs foe again. No one other than me knew our meeting point. Me and the person we were meeting.â
Dr. Choi shifted in her seat, looking amused. âYouâre telling me that I should look into that person and you?â
Yunho shrugged. âI think you know exactly what I meant.â
You poked your tongue in your cheek as you looked back and forth between them. They were practically having a stare down and Dr. Choi finally nodded slowly. Yunho said he would take his leave now, leaving you alone with the supervisor who simply smiled.
âHe gets like this when a mission doesnât go smoothly.â
âI see,â you nodded slowly. So it had happened before. âAnything I should do, Dr. Choi?â
âLetâs see,â Dr. Choi opened the envelope and skimmed through the contents. âNot for now, no. You can take the rest of the day off. You did well.â
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Though your mission today had gone exactly the way you had wanted to- a successful exchange of information followed by an attack, staged by the Crescents just so you could prove you were indeed someone who could be trusted- a test, you realised now, from the Crescents as well- you still felt unsatisfied for a number of reasons.
Firstly, you had not expected the driver of your own car to get shot. You could very well have been hurt as well. You still felt guilty about not caring enough to provide medical assistance- the soldier, you were sure, only knew the basics. You could have saved him. You felt partially responsible for that loss.
You were also worried about just who in Crescents lost their lives in the mission today. You prayed it was no one you knew, but the thought that they were risking their lives like this upset you even when you had seen them go to more dangerous missions and not return. Now that you were a part of this, it stung more.
And then there was Yunho. His reaction to the dead soldier didnât surprise you- you knew now that he was a compassionate soul no matter how stern and cold he might seem at times. But it was his behaviour with Dr. Choi that surprised you more- was it her nonchalance towards the lives lost that put him off or was it something else?
You had roamed around after getting the day off when it was already almost time for dinner. You met your teammates from Cryptography and checked their progress and they had a good laugh over how far you had come and if youâd last any longer. However, when you headed to your room, you spotted Yunho standing by the window you had met a few days earlier. Your heart tugged at the sight and you considered ignoring him and heading to your room but you wanted to know what was going through his mind right now.
You wanted to figure him out so bad that it was driving you a little crazy, and that was not good. Not in this field.
Cautiously, you walked to him and though he sensed you coming, he didnât move until you stood next to him, hands on the sill right beside his, so near they could touch. You looked at the view.
âNot a very captivating view, is it?â
A trace of a smile danced on his lips though he maintained his composure. You stifled a sigh and dared to look at him- he looked so very tired and you wondered if he was exhausted due to the events of today or just tired of wearing his mask. Whatever it was, this was the first time you saw such emotions in his eyes.
âI know you offered to me that I could come find you whenever I felt like picking at my scar again,â you began, ignoring your subconscious that sounded a lot like the Captain cursing at you. âI thought Iâd offer you the same. I should have offered it that day, butâŠâ
âThank you, Miss Han, but-â
âThatâs Aurora for you-â
â-Iâm not picking at my scars-â
âScars of the heart,â you reminded him before he could tell you to bug off. He looked at you, hair a mess and over his eyes, still in his uniform with quite a few buttons undone and wondering just what your deal was. You gave him a tight-lipped smile. âHave you had dinner yet?â
When he didnât respond, you tsk-ed. âDo you want to have some ramen? Iâve heard I make killer ramen.â
Yunho finally gave in and scoffed, urging you to lead the way, following you to your room and you almost shut the door behind you when you realised he was still waiting outside.
âArenât you coming in?â
âI thought you were going to take the ramen or whatever to the dining hall?â
âJust⊠come in. I have better snacks,â you told him.
He shook his head. âOf course you do.â
You asked him to make himself comfortable while you went into the kitchen and started cooking. Yunho took that as a sign to roam around in your space- empty walls just like his, the only sign of life the clothes on one chair-
And the unholy amount of the unhealthiest snacks he had ever seen lining the kitchen shelves. He sat on the two-seater table next to the kitchen, watching you cook. âDo you even eat normal food?â
You glared at him, not bothering to respond, focusing on the ramen while he rested his chin on his hand as he watched you until you settled down, scooping some ramen for him and cracking open two beers. You clicked your drinks and ate in silence. He was probably still sorting his thoughts, you reckoned.Â
It wasnât until he was finished, drinking his second can of beer that he finally exhaled deeply. You didnât push, just relaxed back as you swirled your can lazily.
âThank you for the meal, Aurora. Itâs very kind of you.â
âYou sound way too formal, Yunho,â you sighed.
âAnd you sound like me, Iâm realising,â he put his head in his hands as he laughed a little. âI must have sounded like this that day, huh?â
âNow you know,â you teased.
He sighed again. âI donât know what went wrong today. Itâs happened before and Iâm not even surprised,â he admitted and you nodded. âIâm just⊠I should have known that no one would give two shits about the lives lost today. All they care about is getting their hands on whatever information can cause the most destruction.â
ââIn war there is sacrificeâ,â you quoted him and he lifted his head to look at you.
âI know. But Iâm human too.â
âI understand,â you said and he wasnât surprised at your grim tone.
There were a few moments of silence as you both sorted your thoughts out. âItâs not your fault, about the driver. You couldnât have saved him even if you wanted to- not with that wound.â
You looked at him- how could he know just what you were feeling when he himself was a mess?
âNeither was it your fault about the events of today,â you countered. âWeâre simply couriers. Itâs the higher-ups who gave us the orders, knowing the risks. They should feel responsible about the loss.â
âThey never do,â Yunho clenched his eyes shut as if a memory pained him. You let him have a moment and he opened his eyes, locking them with yours.
âListen, Aurora. What happened today should not have happened, but this was your first mission. Iâm proud of how you handled it.â
Your heart sank in guilt but you nodded. âThank you.â
âI do want to keep you as my teammate, but⊠itâs only getting uglier as the days pass. The higher-ups have stopped caring about the lives lost as long as they get what they want. If you do not want to do this at any point, you let me know, okay? I donât want to take you to a mission and risk losing you because you didnât have a clear head.â
âWhy canât you do the same?â You dared to ask and he looked confused. âYou could stop going to these missions too. Clearly this has happened before, and you look distraught. You could hang back too, Yunho-â
âI canât-â
âIâm sure there are other teams that could go-â
âI really canât,â Yunho locked eyes with you and you paused.Â
He canât?Â
âWhy?â You asked and when he remained silent, you knew then.
You knew that he was bound. Just like you, or maybe worse. You were bound to the Crescents and even though they had good intentions, they had promised you hell if you backed off anytime during your stay here. But what was holding Yunho back?
âThen donât bury it in,â you countered. âI donât want to go on another mission with you if you don't have a clear head.â
âLook at you ordering me around, Aurora.â
You matched his glare and he ended up looking down, his smile widening. You shared a chuckle as well. âIâm just looking out for myself, Sir.â
âThere you go,â he scoffed in amusement. You stared at him for a few moments before you got up and started clearing the table, coming back to pick the cans but Yunho caught your wrist, folding your sleeve up to examine your scar that was still healing from all the scratching you had done before Yunho had bandaged it for you two days ago.
âThis better be healed by the end of the week,â he muttered, tracing the skin near the scar from the elbow all the way down.Â
âThis will heal on its own,â you said. âBut how do we heal the scars of our heart, Yunho?â
âI wouldnât know that,â he barely whispered and it was the most broken you had heard him, or anyone, sound. Your heart ached deeply and with your free, now trembling hand, you touched the side of his face lightly as if to tell him that you didnât either. That you understood it all too well. He kept staring up at you, his grip on your wrist loosening and you brought that hand up as well as you held his face, taking your time as you caressed the strands of his hair away from his face. You were positive your loud heart could be heard for miles but you didnât care, not at that moment.Â
When you were done shifting some of his hair away from his forehead, you leaned down and kissed his forehead, the first time you had kissed someone in years, the first kiss of affection after the tragic event that took your familyâs life. Yunho sighed deeply and when you drew back, you rested your forehead on the top of his head for a moment.
âI know something is eating you up and making you do things you do not want to, but,â you drew back, locking eyes with him. âI want you to know that Iâm with you, beside you, wherever you go from here. Youâre not alone, Yunho. Donât lose yourself. You can get through this and Iâm here for you whenever you need me, understand?â
There was wonder in his eyes. Wonder and an incredible sadness. He nodded slowly and you smiled slightly, patting his cheek before turning away and picking the cans up, going to throw them in the trash can. Yunho got up, straightening his clothes.
âI- I should get back now.â
You raised a brow at the stutter and noticed his flushed cheeks and ears. âSure. See you tomorrow.â
Yunho nodded, unmoving for a good few moments before he awkwardly turned to go and almost reached the door when he turned again.
âI might be asking too much but can I have a pack of your gummy bears? I feel like Iâll need them tonight.â
The laugh that left you came from somewhere so deeply buried that even Yunho couldnât help but join, smiling widely at the sound that filled the room. You nodded and brought him a packet, still recovering.
âYou can stop now, you know,â he said, embarrassed.
âI just,â you sighed, chuckling again. âIt was so out of the blue, it caught me off guard. Iâm sorry.â
âYou donât look sorry, Aurora,â he countered and you laughed a bit harder, putting a hand over your mouth as you waved at him to leave already. He thanked you before leaving, saying he wouldnât want a madman on his team and you went to your room, your laugh fading with each passing moment until it turned into an unknown feeling so overwhelming that you sat down on the floor, burying your head between your arms and crying silent tears.
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Something between you and Yunho had shifted ever since that night.
You were still Mr. Jeong and Miss Han during work hours, and he was still the same strict boss of your team, however, he had a hint of affection in his eyes whenever he looked at you. Maybe it was from the shared experience from that mission. Maybe it was the way you now knew you had secrets that you kept from each other, only allowing the other to know there was, in fact, something. Maybe it was something about that night when you shared a moment of vulnerability.Â
You didnât know what exactly it was, but it was messing you up and that was not good. You remind yourself every night that you are a Crescent. You answer to the Captain. Youâre on a mission, and your goal is to uncover whatâs going on in the Medical Research Department through any means necessary.
Involving yourself with Yunho is only a risk, and yet⊠you couldnât help but be selfish. You could justify it as a means to get to Medical Research as much as you wanted, but you knew deep down that there was another factor and you could not dismiss it. It didnât matter, you supposed, as long as nothing was done about it, but Yunhoâs words rang in your ears:
âBut Iâm human too.â
Those words tangled around you like a spiderâs web that you couldnât shake off. They haunted you at night when you tried to sleep. And they were following you like a shadow right now, on your way to meet Seonghwa in the darkest hour of the night, this time in the Cryptography Departmentâs cafeteria where you could always come up with the excuse of âmissing the foodâ if someone spotted you.Â
You sat at the far end of the room, waiting for Seonghwa to come as you opened a pack of gummy bears, already plagued by the memory of Yunho- you seemed to be associating a lot with him these days. Seonghwa entered, silent as a pin and settled across from you.
âI hope youâve been doing well,â he asked.
âThriving, really,â you muttered and he raised a brow at that attitude. You cleared your throat.
âAll well at home?â You dared to ask.
âSeems so,â he was chewing gum rather loudly. âAll well at yours?â
âSeems so.â
âHow long till you can get to your goal?â
âIf you donât push some strings, maybe a while,â you thought out loud.
âWe donât have the luxury of time anymore, Aurora.â
You paused. Something had happened. âThen push some strings.â
He glared at you for a few moments before sighing. âPrepare yourself. Youâll be meeting your mentor soon.â
âGot it,â you got up, ready to leave.
âAnd Aurora?â He called.
âYeah?â
âKeep your distance from the enemy, will you?â
For a moment, you wanted to scratch at his face and ask him who, exactly, was the enemy here. It was the same in Utopia, the same here- the higher-ups not caring for the lives lost as long as they could get something out of it. And what were they doing to contribute to the war other than add more fuel to the flame? You were starting to question who exactly you were working for. Of course, you were ultimately doing this for Utopia, but you wanted to gut the people who sent you here too. Not the Captain, no- he only trained you. The ones who controlled him, and the ones who controlled them.Â
The Captain- he only dared to question them once, and you remember seeing him at his lowest then when they took away something precious from him. You didnât know what- you didnât need to either. You could see it- everyone could. And it was the same here, with Yunho. He was just a puppet in this horrible, horrible game.
âI am,â you practically spat, knowing he must have spotted you hanging around with Yunho casually. âAnd you remember who the enemy is, will you?â
With that, you left the department, feeling like you were being choked and when you entered your department you paused-
Was someone following you?
You turned but there wasnât a soul in sight. You didnât dismiss it as just a feeling though. You could never be too careful around here.Â
Someone had seen you come from the Cryptography Department, which meant you were being watched. You scoffed to yourself as you went inside your room and resisted the urge to peek out of your window.Â
No more meetings with Seonghwa. You were on your own now.
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Things were getting tense at the department, to put it simply.
You were starting to wonder if it was simply because of the information you and Yunho had received that day which was somehow important enough to shift the power balance of the war, or if it was because Yunho had dared to question the higher-ups on their lack of regard for the sacrifices in this war.
You were positive it was the latter- especially with the way Yunho was starting to look so weary. Your seniors were also being harsher on your team, going as far as to cut down on your break hours. Yunho kept looking apologetic which made your suspicions stronger. Nothing seemed to cheer him up anymore.
You were staring at him from across the room, ignoring the pile of documents in front of you as you binged on your usual choice of snack, wondering if you should go ahead and ask just what was going on when a knock sounded and Dr. Choi entered, looking grim.
âPrepare for a group mission- we have to retrieve a person now, so make sure you gear up properly- 2 of you on the field while 3 of you stay back and monitor.â
Yunho looked as confused as the rest and when he got up to ask, Dr. Choi raised her hand. âI just got notified moments ago. Apparently theyâre not pleased with what happened on your last mission, though I hardly believe thatâs the reason. Just⊠get it over with and then weâll speak.â
âNot pleased with what happened on our last mission,â Yunho repeated with a scoff. âAll we did was follow orders and stick to protocol.â
You could see the slightest hint of pity in the doctorâs eyes before she sighed. âI know. Iâm only obeying orders here too. Youâll be briefed on your way there. You have 20 minutes.â
With that, Dr. Choi exited and Yunho met your eyes. You pursed your lips, shrugging. It seemed like you had no choice. Stuffing the unfinished gummy bears in your pocket, you stood and went to him.
âYou and me on the field. Who else are we taking?â
Yunho hesitated for a moment. âIâd rather you stick back as the monitor this time.â
You slumped, bored. âYou know I can fight, Sir. Come on, make a decision.â
âI-â he hesitated again and your heart ached as he looked down. You wished you could ask him what the matter was. âI donât want to see any of you get hurt if things go south.â
âDr. Choi said two on the field, Yunho, in case you were thinking of going alone this time.â
Yunho raised a brow at the way you called his name and how you knew exactly what he was thinking. He gave in, nodding. âFine, but you only cover me, okay? No offence.â
âCanât promise, but okay,â you shrugged and he shook his head, getting up and calling Hani, Jongho and Chris- his most skilled. âYou remember the drill, right?â
âDefinitely,â Jongho grinned and Yunho seemed to relax a bit after seeing his teammates in better spirits than himself. He set the timer and all of you disappeared in the locker room, getting dressed in the uniform with bulletproof vests underneath. You checked your guns and were about to leave when a knock sounded on the door. You opened it expecting Hani but were surprised to see Yunho instead.Â
âDone?â He asked and you nodded. âCan I come inside?â
Your heart sank and you gave him some space to enter in the relatively tiny room. Yunho wasted no time, digging into his pocket and producing a bunch of bullets and placing them in your palm. âThis could get me fired or worse, but I need you to take these in case things donât look good. Hide them on yourself.â
You raised a brow, counting them- 5. âThis isnât official,â you said and he nodded. âAnd what makes you think I wonât snitch right now?â
The way Yunho simply smiled- almost smirked- told you that there was a reason he needed you on his team. âYou can go ahead and do that if you want to.â
Something unspoken passed between you two as you stared at each other and you finally hid the bullets in your inside pocket, making him roll his eyes in amusement before he left. For extra measure, you stocked more on the daggers before following him outside.
You learned on your way that one of the doctors from Medical Research had gone missing a few days ago and was reported to have been sighted in the west in a cabin near the enemy lines. You suspected it was the Crescents again, and to confirm your suspicions you spotted Seonghwa on your way out who saluted mockingly when he met your eyes. You had not expected it to be this soon after your previous mission and you wondered if something had truly gone wrong this time.
During the half an hour drive after which you were to travel on foot, Hani set up the radios and Jongho and Chris prepared to defend the rest in case they were attacked. This time, there were no escorts, no military cars, no soldiers- nothing that would alert the enemy. After reaching the end of the road, you and Yunho stepped out and Hani checked your equipment once again.
âIf I lose your signal, Iâll assume youâre in trouble and wait exactly 2 minutes before I send one of them to inspect,â Hani said and Yunho nodded in approval. âIf you lose our signal, you should proceed with the mission and come back when youâre done- if weâre under attack, youâll know- Iâll fire a signal. In that caseâŠâ
âIn that case, weâll abort the mission,â Yunho said and Hani shook her head.
âDr. Choi specifically asked us to retrieve the doctor at all costs. You do know what they mean by that, donât you?â
âI donât care what she said,â Yunho countered. âI donât think we can make it back if you all are under attack anyway.â
Hani pursed her lips, looking at you for help. âKnock some sense into him, will you, Aurora?â
You shrugged. âIf youâre under attack, I can come and help. You, Sir, can carry on with your mission- or we could switch these roles.â
Yunho sighed in disbelief. âI canât believe Iâm the one being reminded of protocol.â
Hani grinned. âWe all have our times, Yunho. Now get your ass on the field, both of you. Iâm starting the clock.â
You whistled at the friendly banter. Yunho checked on his weapons one last time before motioning for you to follow him and you took a moment to run your eyes over the expanse- all dead trees and barren ground. If you squinted, you could see the faint silhouette of the marked border between Utopia and Halaland, with armed officials prowling in the area.
âAurora?â
Home. So near yet so far away.
âYou coming?â Yunho asked and you realised you were still staring in the direction of your homeland. You jogged to him, matching his pace when you fell in step with him, peeking at the map in his hands.
âAre you sure you have a clear head right now, Aurora?â Yunho asked.
âYeah, sure, I was just⊠admiring the scenery.â
âAdmiring the scenery?â Yunho scoffed, craning his neck to see just what about the scenery was so interesting.
âI was wondering,â you changed the topic. âWhy send us to the field to retrieve a doctor? Why not the soldiers?â
âArenât we all soldiers, fighting for something?â Yunho mused and you narrowed your eyes at him. âOkay, they usually donât send the soldiers so the other departments donât get a whiff of whatâs going on in Medical Research.â
âWhat exactly is going on there?â You asked, finding Yunho with a strange, knowing expression on his face. You gulped. âIâm assuming you know if they sent you?â
âI donât know either,â he sighed deeply. âI just know there is something. Iâve heard it could help with winning the war. Only the higher-ups know. Iâm nobody.â
âWell⊠that certainly sounds suspicious, but then again, thereâs always some secret in every department, I suppose,â you let out a short laugh and he agreed. âSo theyâre afraid the doctor might snitch? Will they even let him live if we manage to get him back?â
âThat is⊠a very good question. We might be taking him to deathâs door if we retrieve him,â he clicked disappointingly. âBut we donât know anything, so we canât assume and make these decisions. I think the Strategy Department, us, weâre trusted enough to retrieve him. We have the skills, and who would we snitch to anyway? Pretty sure theyâd know if there was a spy among us.â
You shrugged and Yunho pointed in the distance, spotting a couple of cabins bordering the town. âThatâs our destination. You ready?â
You nodded and walked in silence the rest of the way. When you reached the first cabin, you were about to go around the structure to inspect when Yunho grabbed your wrist.
âYouâre only covering, remember?âÂ
âThatâs not how this works-â
âThatâs an order,â he insisted, looking slightly amused that only confused you further and you rolled your eyes, snatching your wrist away with a pout that he chuckled at before taking the lead.
With guns out, you went around the first cabin and then inside, finding no signs of life. The second cabin was just as empty and you were inside it now, watching the third from the window when you spotted movement.
âUh, Sir?â You called and he turned around. âIâm spotting movement in that cabin.â
Yunho urged you to follow him, asking you to go around and stand by the window so the target couldnât escape- if it was indeed the target. You signalled your team about the cabin. Yunho motioned at you that he was going inside and you provided cover as he unlocked the door-
âNo-â
You turned at the strangle of a voice that left Yunho who ran towards the man- the target- who had just swallowed something you were assuming must be a pill, and before you could help them or react, you spotted someone else in the next room and pointed your gun at them.
âDrop your weapons, right now-â
You paused when recognition flashed across the manâs face and your heart sank dangerously. Before you could signal one or the other, the man moved his aim from you to Yunho and prepared to shoot.
Maybe it was instinct or something else that possessed you to take the bullet for Yunho, you mused, as you wondered why the person you had once called friend and had trained with- spared you. Out of familiarity? Out of regard?Â
Burning pain overwhelmed every other sense in your body as the bullet lodged into your arm and Yunho was quick to shoot at the man, missing by an inch but probably grazing his leg given how he seethed before hiding. You clenched your eyes shut and opened them, forcing the cloud of pain away. âSave the target, I got him-âÂ
âNo, youâre hurt-â
âI said, save the target.â
Yunho frowned at your tone and you didnât give him another option as you loaded your gun and started for the room the man had hid himself in- he was at a dead end- this room had no window or other means of exit. You spotted him standing in the corner, gun aimed at you.
âItâs been years-â
You shot at his leg before he could speak further, earning a howl from him. One glance at Yunho to confirm that you got this, you moved towards the man and pressed the muzzle against his forehead.
âWhat are you doing here? What did you do to the doctor?â
âI was saving him,â he spat on your boot and you clenched your jaw. âYou know that.â
You glanced behind and got closer. âDid the Captain send you?â
The man scoffed. âAnd what if he did? Why are you here?â
âHe got me here, in case you forgot,â you seethed. âAnd he got you in this mess. Remember that.â
âWhat are you gonna do, huh? Kill your old-â
You heard the familiar footsteps of Yunho and with your eyes closed shut as if that could undo everything you were about to do, you shot your old friend, his body going limp and falling with a thud against the wall. You finally opened your eyes, bending down to shut his eyes with trembling hands.
The footsteps grew closer and you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. You didnât care at that moment. You turned to him and said, âCall the team, please. Iâll stay here.â
Yunho nodded, giving you space and leaving the room. With glazed eyes, you placed a hand on your old friendâs cheek, noticing a silver glint around his neck and you dug out what was a necklace with his code name carved on it- KB. You smiled at that, recalling when he had showed you the necklace a few years ago, very proud of it. You searched his pockets but found nothing significant so you just slumped next to him, ignoring the pain in your arm until Yunho came again, having alerted the team.
With his dagger, he cut a piece of his shirt and tied it around your arm where you were still bleeding out. You only stared into the distance, your ears ringing with the sound of the gunshots. When he was done, he patted your arm again.
âCome on, theyâre here.â
With a deep sigh, you got up and exited the room, noticing the doctor with foam around his mouth. âCyanide pill?â
âSeems so,â he said. âIâll tell you the details later, okay? You should get treated first.â
âJust tell me this was not a waste,â you turned to him, lips quivering. âTell me all of this was not a waste.â
Pain flashed across his eyes but he nodded. âIt was not, trust me. I cannot tell you right now,â he glanced behind him at his team approaching them and you understood. âBut I have something. And itâs not for the higher-ups to hear. You understand?â
Somehow, the cloud of pain cleared then. You understood. You looked back at the doctor. âMind if I check something?â
âGo ahead,â he said and you checked his neck for something similar to a chain. Yunho coughed and you looked at him- he patted his pocket in answer. You nodded and proceeded to check the room, taking anything you thought would prove significant while Jongho and Chris packed the bodies and loaded them in the car- protocol. Proof that you were not lying, though you were pretty sure one of them directly answered the higher-ups and it was not Yunho, which meant-
You almost ran outside and looked into the distance, running your eyes across the expanse and it was then you spotted the tiniest movement in the cabin in front of you.
Eyes. They had eyes and ears everywhere. Both the Crescents and Halalandâs own spies. The question though, wasâŠ
Just who had watched everything that had just happened?
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You had a few scenarios of how you could get into the Medical Department- either infiltrate with your âspy skillsâ and risk getting caught, or have Seonghwa pull some strings so you could go for something like an âinspectionâ, or the personal favourite- attack.Â
However, you never thought youâd get access simply because you got shot during a mission.Â
It was surprising because every department did have their own little emergency room with the basic first aid stuff. It was probably because you had to report, and what place better to report the death of the doctor than the very department he worked in?
âLet her get treated first,â Yunho insisted, âAnd then weâll report.â
âWe donât have time to spare, Mr⊠Jeong, is it?â The middle-aged man with an arrogant look that had to be his staple shrugged. âBesides, it looks like a simple gunshot wound.â
You could feel that Yunho was mentally and physically reaching his limit as he tried to reason with who you recognised was the supervisor of the Medical Research Department- both the restricted and the secret one, the restricted being his cover for the public. You cleared your throat, wanting to get this over with. âI think we can report first- I can hold on for a while-â
âNo,â Yunho said with a tone of finality and glared at you first before glaring at the supervisor. âMy partner will be treated first and foremost. You, of all people, Dr. Kim, should understand that.â
Dr. Kim groaned before ordering the staff to escort you to the treatment room. You got stitched up after being administered painkillers and you had to stuff a few gummy bears in your mouth for the instant sugar rush or else you were positive you would have fainted. You were just being administered another IV when you heard a very familiar voice.Â
âI got this from here, thank you.â
You watched the nurses leave and a familiar blonde come closer, checking on your IV. You almost gasped and he stifled his smile as he checked your vitals.Â
âNot how I expected to see you but oh well,â he whispered and you grinned.Â
âNot how I planned to get here either,â you said. âItâs so good to see you, Yeosang.â
âLikewise, Aurora,â he smiled before glancing around. âTell me what happened.â
You briefed him as quickly as you could, handing him the necklace that belonged to KB. He nodded grimly and when you told him about spotting someone who must have been watching you, he nodded in confirmation.
âItâs been a while since Yunho fell out of their good graces. I bet theyâre making sure he doesnât make more mistakes.â
âWhat did he do?â You asked.
âHe tried digging into the secrets of the Research Department after the Utopians were expelled from this centre,â he revealed and you were genuinely impressed and confused. âHe had many Utopian friends and some of them disappeared without a trace.â
âAre they messing him up on purpose?â You dared to ask. âFirst the attack on our previous mission, and now thisâŠâ
âThatâs not how they mess you up,â Yeosang tsk-ed. âThatâs just misfortune. Anyways, your report better match Yunhoâs or youâll be the one who might become their target. And Aurora?â
âYeah?â
âStay safe. Remember your motive. Donât trust the enemy. And⊠we donât have much time. You barely have a week before we sign Utopia for a loss it will never recover from.â
Your heart sank yet again and you nodded furiously, understanding the gravity of the situation now that you heard it from someone who worked in the secret lab himself. He was about to leave when you called him and mouthed âstay safeâ.Â
Thankfully, Yunho gave his report in front of your team and all you had to do was follow up with your story, omitting the part where you knew the identity of the man you killed. After signing a few documents, you were allowed to leave and Yunho said he had someone to meet, asking Hani to make sure you go right to your room and rest.
Hani did just that, going as far as to help you take off your clothes so you could wash up while she cooked you some ramen, commenting on the lack of your healthy food choices. You smiled- she was such a mother not just to you but to everyone in your team. She did leave when dinner was ready and you had time to sort your thoughts out, enough time to recall what happened today.
You took a bullet for the enemy.
Could you call Yunho âthe enemyâ? Yunho, the person who cared with all his heart, the person who did serve the enemy, the one who would have taken a bullet for you too just because that is who he was. And Yeosangâs revelations had only confused you further about him- you should have just asked him if Yunho was the enemy.
But perhaps, he was just as confused as you were. Yunho had dared to dig into something so big. What stopped him? You understood that he was brilliant and after losing so many skilled Utopians, they couldnât afford losing their own. But⊠what, exactly, made him stop? What did they have over him that was eating him alive because he could do nothing about it? The fact that these unsuccessful missions were simply misfortune (though one was staged) meant that they had something else over Yunho.
What could it be? A secret? Blackmail? Family?
You shut your eyes as you tried recalling his file that you had memorised, just like every other file on the employees of this department-
A knock sounded and you opened your eyes, wondering if your ears were still ringing. But when another knock sounded, this time louder, you got up and hesitantly opened the door-
To reveal Yunho.Â
âYou look like a mess⊠Sir,â you scanned him- messy hair, buttons undone, uniform torn from where he had cut it earlier for you, smudges of dirt and possibly blood on his exposed skin. âWhat brings you here?â
âJust wanted to make sure Hani didnât kill you on her way here,â he scoffed. âCan I⊠come in?â
You nodded and he stepped in, awkwardly glancing around and you urged him to take a seat. You offered him dinner but he refused and you wondered if you could insist but handed him a chocolate bar instead and he accepted it, asking you just what happened during the mission.
âI found these,â you put your hand under the sofa and extracted a few pages. âNot sure what they mean but they might make sense to you.â
Yunho finished eating and examined the papers. âMedical terms Iâm not quite familiar with. What do you reckon they say?â
âI donât know, all these terms seem foreign to me,â you admitted- it wasnât the entire truth. âYou have someone who could translate it for us?â
âIâll think about it. Shall I take these then?â
âGo ahead,â you said and he folded them neatly before putting them in his pocket. âDid the doctor say something before he⊠died?â
Yunho sighed deeply, rubbing his face. âI asked him why he gave up on his life at the sight of me. Itâs my uniform- he recognised it. He only said that he did not want to go back and that he would prefer death.â
ââPrefer deathâ,â you repeated. âThatâs⊠something must have happened?â
âYeah, I donât know anymore,â Yunho slumped back. âIâm not sure I can investigate either.â
âWhy?â You dared ask.
Yunho looked at you. âDo you have something to lose, Aurora?â You shook your head and he smiled. âThen you are very lucky.â
âWhat will you lose?â Your voice was almost a whisper and he looked down.
âFour years ago when we declared war on Utopia,â he began, âI lost a lot of friends. Some moved. Some went missing. When I tried tracing them, I always found myself at the Medical Research Department. I asked myself- why would someone missing be there when they didnât have any relationship with the Medical Department whatsoever?â
âOh, goodness,â you sighed and he nodded.
âI still donât know why exactly- what exactly is going down there. I donât know who to trust. When they realised I was digging in, they drafted my brother into the army so they could hold that over me. And after the previous mission, they threatened to place him within the enemy lines, where the war and the bloodshed is the thickest. I suppose theyâll do that now.â
âThatâs⊠inhumane,â you breathed. No matter if Yunho was the enemy, that was still inhumane- to hold family against you. âTheyâre controlling you.â
âTheyâre controlling everyone here,â Yunho scoffed. âYou cannot trust anyone.â
You raised a brow and he looked at you as if having realised just what he said. He locked eyes with you until you asked the inevitable.
âDo you trust me?â
âI donât know, Aurora,â his voice was low and he shifted towards you. âYou clearly have secrets you keep to yourself. I donât know why Iâm here- maybe Iâve doomed myself tonight.â
His eyes were expectant and they tugged at your heart with their warmth and vulnerability and⊠trust. Trust without knowing who exactly you were.
And you realised how deeply done you were for him when you found yourself saying, âI trust you. With all of my heart.â
Yunho blinked as if he couldnât believe what he had just heard. Stomach in knots, you leaned forward a bit as you locked eyes with him. âI trust your judgement. I trust your motives, and I wish I could share your burden because I do not like to see you like this. I wish I could be your strength⊠if youâd allow me to. And I have nothing to lose anyway. I could do this for you-â
Perhaps you had signed yourself for your doom, you wondered, as Yunho grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you, bringing you in for a kiss so urgent as if you were on stolen time. Stomach in pleasurable knots, you leaned forward into the kiss, running your hands through his hair and pushing them away as you kissed him better, tasting the longing and pain in the way his hands cupped your face so delicately, in the way they later traced the outlines of your body-
And made you hiss in pain when they accidentally touched the bandaged spot on your arm. Yunho immediately drew back with concern on his face and you laughed a little when he examined it.
âIâm okay, just⊠it took me more by surprise, I guess.â
Yunho licked his lips, eyes falling to yours as he caught his breath. He forced himself to look at you. âYou shouldnât have taken the bullet for me, Aurora. Do you know how much it pains me?â
âI know you would have done the same,â you said and he looked away as if he did not want to believe that. âIâm fine. I know what I was doing.â
âIâm sorry-âÂ
âNo,â you cupped his face this time, caressing it lovingly- you couldnât bear the look in his eyes. âI would do that for you again,â you pecked his lips. âAnd again,â you kissed his cheek, trailing your lips up the side to plant another kiss on his temple. âAnd again,â you joined your forehead with his, his large hands going to hold your waist, making you feel so very safe as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, out of breath. You let him have his moment, caressing his head.
âWhat are we going to do, Aurora?â
âWeâll figure it out,â you kissed his head and he looked up at you. âIâll make sure those bastards pay for what they did to you, you hear me? Thatâs a promise, Yunho. And I keep my promises.â
You sealed that promise with a kiss, so slow and sensual this time that it had you both wanting more. You unbuttoned Yunhoâs uniform and tossed it on the floor, leaving him in a half-sleeve fitted shirt- oh, how beautiful he was. You traced his shoulders down to his arms and he snaked his hands up your waist, the sensation of his cold hands over your bare skin making you squirm a little which made him laugh, and then he was pulling you in for another kiss, this time as heated as it could be, tongues colliding and bodies rocking against each other in a rhythm that made you one.
You kissed each other for the longest time, affirmations and promises exchanged and then you lay in his arms, tired. You traced the multiple scars on his bare upper body, limbs tangled and breaths mingling as he fell asleep and you stifled in your tears, because-
Because this was love, in its pure and raw form. It took you so long to get here but you wouldnât want to be anywhere else, with anyone else. You wondered if all that happened was so that you could be right here, in this moment, feeling so complete-
But still, with the guilt of the lies you had said, with the secrets you kept. He was going to find out, and he would hate you, perhaps with all of his heart. ButâŠ
Youâd keep your promise.
You were going to make Halaland pay for not only what they did to your homeland but what they did to their own. How they broke their own.
You chanted it to yourself along with the beat of Yunhoâs heart.
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Yunho was right about his brother being drafted to the enemy lines this time. He hated that he was right, but he could do nothing about it-
Or so he thought, because something had indefinitely snapped inside of you. Your hatred for Halaland was not only because of the fact that they took away your home and family, but because they took away the families of the ones who laid their lives for the cause. What for, you wondered? Halaland couldnât even protect its own. So now, you were hell-bent on doing something about it.Â
Each day, you pretended to be serving Halaland with utmost sincerity, urging Yunho to put on the same act. He tried his best and you prayed that it would mislead the superiors and whoever was watching. Every other night, you and Yunho gathered in either of your rooms to discuss whatever you found during the day- stealing from the database (Yunho was quite skilled) or picking information spontaneously (your forte). Youâd match your findings but-
Whatever was going on in Medical Research was very, very serious if it was kept this confidential. You always found yourselves at a dead end- anyone you could contact was either still an employee or wiped off the map without a trace.Â
So each night, you held Yunho in your arms and assured him that you would make it right for him. You caressed his face and kissed his head in promise, and each night he would ask you why you were doing this for him, just like he asked you tonight.
âCall me ungrateful but I donât understand why youâre doing this for me, Aurora,â he was tracing the outlines of your face with one finger while you rested in his lap with a thick bundle of files you had been going through since the evening- the information of all the Utopian employees in the Medical Department. âIâd really like to know what the other reason is. You canât simply be doing this for me.â
âWhat do you think it is?â You asked absently, reading the data of the person Yunho had pointed out earlier- Song Mingi. One of his oldest friends here who used to oversee some business in Medical Research before he went missing without a trace. The one, Yunho had told you, who made him embark on this journey.
âI donât know,â Yunhoâs arm was a comfortable weight around you and his lips on the bare skin of your neck were welcome. âIâm not sure I want to find out.â
âYouâre pretty insistent for someone who doesnât want to find out,â you mumbled, frowning as you read Songâs supervisorâs name- Dr. Kim- the same doctor who took your reports in your previous missions. âIs it strange that every missing person is somehow connected to Dr. Kim of Research?â
Yunho stopped nuzzling into your neck to look at you and think. âHe is the supervisor.â
âThat file over there,â you pointed at a file on the floor. âIt said that Dr. Kim became the supervisor after every Utopian was expelled. A promotion at such a sensitive time is rather strange, donât you think, given how âsaddenedâ you all must have been having lost a valuable ally in the war.â
Yunho shifted under you, making you face him, limbs still tangled. âYouâre saying the feud must have begun due to something that happened in Medical Research, right?â
âItâs a possibility we should consider,â you planted the seed, knowing very well that it was a fact. âThe timing of it all is strange. Do you think we can have someone confirm this fact? Or at least give us a hint?â
âI could ask Dr. Kang, but Iâm not sure where his loyalty stands now,â he faltered.
âI mean⊠if they still havenât erased him off the map, probably with Halaland?â You said and Yunho chuckled.
âNot that part. Weâre all answering to someone. I donât know if heâs answering to the right person.â
âI think we can trust him,â you offered. âWhen he trained me, he always insisted I put my âmoral valuesâ before any order, no matter who it came from. It always stuck with me.â
âI can see that,â Yunho smiled, caressing the nape of your neck. âItâs probably why Iâm here too. You donât give a shit about rules, do you?â
You shrugged and smiled when he looked a little proud. âI could say the same for you. Do you know how dangerous it is to dig into information again? Havenât you learned anything from the last time you did it?â
âI canât let you carry this burden alone, can I?â He asked and you pouted because youâve had this conversation with him just about a dozen times and he always insisted he do the dirty work and risk getting caught even when he was the one who had something to lose now. Yunho pecked at your pouted lips. âI want you to come with me when I meet Dr. Kang. He could be of help, and if heâs notâŠâ
âIf heâs not, all you have to do is say the word and he wonât breathe any part of it to anyone else,â you promised, heart dipping with the lie and he chuckled at your confidence before he kissed you.
His kisses, you were finding, could be soft like feathers when he wanted them to be. And right now, that was it. And these moments always put some hesitancy when you tried returning the sentiments because with each night you spent together like this, you were certain you could never bear being apart from him, never bear if he ever looked at you with hatred in his eyes- when he would eventually find out the truth.
Yunhoâs hand cupped your face and tilted it, his hold tighter near your neck. You kissed back, but-
âWhy do I always feel like something is holding you back when youâre with me, Aurora?â
You bit your lips as you drew away, finding it incredibly hard to open your eyes and face him but you did.
âThe only reason I hold back,â you told him, shifting in his lap so you could face him, âis because I am so, so afraid of losing you, Yunho. Iâm so afraid that youâll hate me one day.â
 âI could never hate you,â his grip on your waist tightened and you looked down, not wanting him to see how vulnerable you were right now. If he pushed the right button, you would spill everything-
âLook at me, Aurora.â
You did and you couldnât take the look in his eyes- you physically couldnât, not when you wanted to tell him so much and risk wasting everything youâd built so far, so you kissed his lips with an urgency that told him to shut up for now and just kiss you back and make you feel good, and oh, did he return the sentiment.
âDonât look at me like that again if you donât want me to break,â you whispered in his ear.
âWhat about me, huh?â He stifled a pleasured groan when you rolled your hips on his lap. âDo you want to watch me break?â
You drew away and smiled and Yunho thought it was the most sadistic smile he had ever seen on anyone and it turned him on so bad. He picked you up effortlessly as he stood, making you scream a little and wrap your arms around his neck so you wouldnât fall, laughing into his shoulder as he placed you on the table, hands on your thighs spreading them apart so he could fit between them as he looked down at you.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me,â he said and then he was bringing you flush to his body and kissing you, rolling his hips along yours as you wrapped your legs around him. He wasted no time turning the kiss as heated and frantic as the movements of your body, his hands in your hair and one still on your thigh, thumb playing with the waistband of your shorts. You were lazily running your hands along his upper body and it was driving him crazy-
âIsnât it about time we take it to bed?â You offered, looking at the clock. âItâs way past your bedtime, Yunho.â
He didnât miss the suggestive glance and with another sensual kiss where he pulled at your lip, sending butterflies in your stomach, he let his fingers graze dangerously close to the skin between your thighs.
âNot before I have a taste of you right here.â
You shut your eyes in pleasure as warmth coursed through you at those words and you became lost in the bliss as he started trailing his lips down your body.Â
Taking it to bed could definitely wait.
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It took you both a few days to perfect the plan to meet Dr. Kang, and you were now wondering if Yunho was turning into you as he started setting the stage so the act could play out effortlessly, so that someone would come and tell him to go to Medical Research for some dealings or strategic planning. And you wondered why Yunho hadnât done it earlier- he was so good at it that you were a little scared and had started to wonder if he wasnât who he pretended to be.
Yunho laughed when you asked him that during your break when you two were alone in the cafeteria. âI obviously needed a partner, right?â
You shrugged, not buying it. âYouâre doing just fine by yourself. I havenât done anything.â
âYou, Aurora, pointed me in the right direction,â he told you and you looked at him. âIâm simply preparing a ride so we can go there.â
And the ride was arranged in the matter of a few days when Dr. Choi herself assigned you and Yunho, the most skilled strategists in the department, to help sketch plans for the future course of the war and Halalandâs stance. Yunho asked Dr. Choi why they were doing the planning in the Medical Department- was it to plan the placement of medical camps? Dr. Choi answered that she believed so, but even she sounded unconvinced. So, together with Yunho, you were finally going to the Medical Research Department officially.Â
What you hadnât expected was to be escorted to a storage room at the end of the Medical Research section and to be confronted by the same Dr. Kim who was pretty much in your blacklist now.Â
âYour seniors swear youâre the smartest of the bunch so Iâm going to trust them and have you sign this non-disclosure agreement,â he began, keeping it simple. You and Yunho met eyes in confusion. âIâll tell you the details after you have signed.â
When Yunho didnât move, Dr. Kim scoffed. âYour old friend Kang swears youâre the best strategists, both of you, so I took his word for it. Want me to call him?â
âNo, I think weâre good,â Yunho said. âI just need to look at the clauses before I sign. Can I have a moment?â
âSure,â Dr. Kim relaxed back in his seat and Yunho tapped at your arm in question. You nodded- if Yeosang had really been the one who pulled the strings, you werenât going to complain. In fact, even if he wasnât, this was your chance to see just what was cooking here. Yunho seemed to understand that and you both read through the terms and signed.
âVery well,â Dr. Kim got up, taking the documents. âYouâre being led to Level 0 of Medical Research- the lab only the selected few know about.âÂ
Your heart sank in nervousness- this was it. Dr. Kim led you to the stairs and continued. âWeâve recently made a breakthrough and we think itâs about time that we get some input from the strategists. The war could end within days now, do you understand?â
Yunho looked as surprised as you had expected. Dr. Kim unlocked the door and immediately, you were hit with the stench of strong chemicals and cleaning alcohol. Dr. Kim asked you two to wait while he went inside a lab and you turned to Yunho.
âListen to me- no matter what you see today, you do not react, understand?â You said, realising fully well that you were risking your identity. âEven if you see a familiar face or something inhumane, you play along and make the decisions they would like to hear. You cannot play the hero right now, okay?â
Yunho looked genuinely confused now but he understood that there was a high chance something immoral was going on here. âIâll try.â
âYou will, for your brother,â you whispered. âAnd I will too. For you.â
He squeezed your hand in assurance and before he could say anything else, Dr. Kim was back. âFollow me.â
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You two had just gotten back to your room from Level 0 of Medical Research, and you were staring at the walls as you tried to make sense of the horrors you had seen.
You were pretty sure it was as much of a blur to Yunho as it was for you- if you tried replaying it in your head, you recalled going inside and Dr. Kim explaining the background of how they got here, but then he led you inside and showed you-
A human experiment.
A man not much older than you, tied to the bed with steel chains as if he could break them apart. What was more surprising was that Dr. Kim confirmed he very well could. He was in a confined space and you watched through the glass.
âThis seems to be our first successful prototype. Since a decade, we have been playing with the idea of a specialised human army- better strength, better skills. Quicker reflexes and better impulses. Utopia was our ally back then, and we usually discussed it as a fantasy until one of our doctors made a breakthrough in his research and created a drug he thought could do something similar.â
âSo Utopia is doing the same as us?â You had asked casually, putting a hand on Yunhoâs back and caressing once to assure him you were playing along.
âThe whole reason Utopia and Halaland fell apart was disagreement on this- they have better morals, Iâll give them that,â Dr. Kim chuckled loudly and Yunho seemed visibly uncomfortable but passed a weak smile. âThey changed sides. We continued to test our drugs, but we fell back- most of our skilled doctors had been Utopian. We lost many, hence the slow progress.â
âBut now- you seem to have succeeded?â Yunho said.
âWeâve almost finished the testing period with this one,â he motioned at the man who seemed to be sleeping right now, looking very normal. âIf the trial is successful, weâll use the drug for others.â
âIf you donât mind me asking,â Yunho cleared his throat. âWhere or who exactly are the others?â
Everything after that was a blur- Dr. Kim had revealed that there were only a few volunteers for this programme right now but they had a few Utopian employees and soldiers they had detained over the past few years. He had asked for strategic advice and you had set the trap for him- if, in case you lost the mission to expose them and they went ahead with their human army, you wanted them at the western front first- you knew Utopia would have something up their sleeve too- but Utopia would never stoop so low.Â
Yunho had done his best to play along. You two spent a few hours in that department, even met Dr. Kang who Dr. Kim claimed was one of the researchers for this programme and when you finally got to leave, Yunho followed you to your room.
You turned to him, still not believing what you had seen. âIs this real?â
âI donât know anymore,â Yunho took a deep breath, hiding his face in his hands. âIâm surprised I didnât throw up at Dr. Kimâs feet.â
âGlad you didnât,â you muttered. âWhat are we going to do, Yunho?â
âI honestly donât know anymore, Aurora. I now know why my brother is fighting at the enemy lines- so I have no choice but to participate in this⊠massacre. Massacre of lives is what this is, Aurora. It disgusts me how theyâre handling humans there- arenât they humans themselves?â
âTheyâre not,â you almost whispered.Â
âI donât know how many unfortunate souls have been wasted because the trial failed. That drug is basically a human-control drug. It could cause so much destruction in the war. Whatâs the point of winning now, though?â He scoffed, shaking his head. âI understand now, why the doctor we went to retrieve didnât want to go back- death is a better option than becoming a human lab rat.â
âCanât we expose them?â You wondered out loud. âI donât know- even to the enemy?â You looked at Yunho but the guarded look in his eyes- he had to think of his brother too. âI could do that, Yunho. I have nothing to lose- you can play along while I expose them and end this inhumanity-â
âYou wonât do it alone,â Yunho shook his head furiously. âI wonât let you do it alone.â
âYou have your brother, Yunho-â
âAnd you,â he turned to you and you almost cried, overwhelmed. âI canât risk losing you too.â
âAnd I canât risk losing you, either, please,â you joined your hands and rested your forehead against them. âPlease let me do it alone.â
âWhat are you not telling me, Aurora?â
You looked at him, finding a knowing look in his eyes. You shook your head and he sighed. âYou still canât tell me?â
âNot yet,â you finally muttered and he nodded, planting a kiss on your forehead and you let the tears fall, realising this might be the last moment Yunho would look at you with such love.Â
âWhy do you cry, love?â
You only hid your face in his lap and he held you as you cried silent tears, caressing your head through it all. When you stopped, he made you look at him as he wiped your face.
âI donât know why you donât believe me, I donât know what youâve done or at this point, who you are, but I know youâre not as bad as you make yourself to be,â he had the gentlest smile on his face as he ran a thumb over your lips, locking eyes with you. âAnd I could never hate you, because youâve saved me so many times now. You donât even know how.â
âIâm sorry,â you almost whispered and he shook his head, leaning in to kiss you deeply and you responded eagerly. When he broke back, he joined his forehead with yours.Â
âNo matter where we go from here, I love you, Aurora. Thatâs the reason why I wonât let you do this alone, and I would hate it if you put yourself in a situation where you get hurt and I lose you forever, do you understand?â
You smiled at that, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him good and tight. âAnd I love you, Yunho. That is why Iâll still insist that I have to do it alone- because I canât bear to lose more people.â
âThis argument will never end at this rate,â Yunho laughed as he rocked you back and forth. You drew back, pushing his hair away.â
âI know one way it will,â you suggested and he immediately understood, attacking you with an urgent kiss, making you arch into it and soon, he was on top of you on the couch, taking off layer after layer of your clothes, of the mask you wore around him, until you were bare. Until you wished he would call your real name when he kissed every inch of your body and murmured sweet nothings. Until you broke in every way possible, wondering how you could ever recover from this.
You had to do this alone.
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âYouâre always alone. And you always will be.â
When the Captain had said those words, you had wanted to tell him he was wrong. Yes, that was the loneliest period of your life, but even then you had a few people who were with you. You had simply nodded and let him believe his words were wrapping around your heart.
However, now that Yunho held Kang Yeosang at gunpoint and looked at you with absolute hatred in his eyes, you couldnât help but think back to that moment. You could practically feel the Captainâs hands on your shoulders as he whispered it in your ears-
âYouâre always alone. And you always will be.â
Before you knew it, you were pointing a gun at Yunhoâs head too and Yeosang stopped struggling in his grasp as he looked at you in surprise.
âWe donât have to do this, Yunho,â you said and even though your tone was harsh, your voice still quivered a bit.
âWe really donât, Aurora,â he said, tightening his hold on Yeosang. âI donât know who you are anymore or why youâre doing this, but I canât let you take these people.â
Everything had gone horribly wrong tonight. Seonghwa had provided you with the big plan- a distraction that would give you and him enough time to vacate Level 0 with the people trapped in there. Yeosang and Dr. Seo Yuna- a Halaland native who strongly opposed the idea of human experiments- were on duty tonight so all they had to do was sneak you in and show you the emergency exit. It led to a restricted parking area where Seonghwa would be waiting with an ambulance-
An ambulance because the Medical Department would be set on fire tonight. Dr. Kang and Dr. Seo were trained just like the other doctors in Level 0 on the evacuation process in case of an emergency. What the higher-ups wouldnât expect would be everyone in Level 0 disappearing without a trace. Level 0 and all its data would turn to ashes tonight.
The plan was seamless, however, Yunhoâs presence was something you didnât expect and it caught you off guard when he arrived at the basement. He spotted you transferring his old friend, Song Mingi, on a stretcher and ran towards him, making you freeze momentarily as he examined his state.
âWhat happened?â Yunho asked you.
âDo you⊠recognise him?â You were going to play dumb for as long as you could.Â
âThatâs Mingi- my old friend,â he sounded broken as he brushed the hair off Mingiâs face, finding him all ragged and pale. âWhat are you doing here, Aurora?â
You glanced around- Dr. Kang and Dr. Seo were not present. You turned to Yunho. âYou canât be here- I was assigned to help evacuate the members of Level 0 because of the fire. Nobody assigned you, as far as I know.â
âAnd who assigned you?â His gaze was hard and you bit your lips, about to make up an answer when you heard footsteps behind you and saw Yeosang appear from the tunnel, look at you both and take out his gun to point at Yunho, who scoffed in disbelief.
âIâm going to have to ask you to leave- you cannot be here,â Yeosang drew closer and for the first time, you couldnât make a quick decision, only glanced back and forth like a confused child.Â
âWhy is my presence such a big problem here?â Yunho straightened, gazing at both of his friends long and hard. âIâm authorised with access here, just like Aurora, am I not?â
Yeosang glanced at you and your reflexes kicked in- you knew that look. He was going to shoot Yunho. When his hand shifted on the trigger, you immediately grabbed a tray and threw it at Yeosang, making Yunho duck as he shot. Yeosang gaped at you and you ran towards him but he pointed his gun at you, making you raise your hands.
âPlease, Yeosang, not him,â you begged. âHe can help- just listen to me-â
âThe Captain only allowed you to save his brother,â he whispered. âHe said nothing about Yunho.â
You were about to protest when Yunho pushed you to the side- you didnât even hear him coming this time. He was on Yeosang in a second, startling him and wrestling him until he was in his grasp and Yunho had him at gunpoint.
And so here you stood, pointing your gun at him. You caught your breath and shut your eyes when the tears started to sting. When you opened them, you spoke. âYou have two choices, Yunho. You can either let me go and meet your brother at the same cabin the doctor died that day, or you can kill me right now and lose everything you love.â
âIâve already lost everything I love,â his voice was strangled and you shook your head in denial.Â
âYou can save your brother,â you pleaded. âPlease.â
âWhere are you taking them?â He asked.
âI canât tell you that,â you shook your head, knowing what it would cost you if you told Yunho everything right now- not only your life but Yunhoâs as well.
âIs this who you are, Aurora?â Yunho scoffed. âA true Halaland loyal?â
You didnât respond though his words felt like a stab. âYou have 10 seconds to make a decision.â
The sound of those seconds being ticked off echoed within all of you and at the 9th second when you were about to pull the trigger, Yunho let go of Yeosang and you exhaled in relief, but it died down when his eyes met yours, full of betrayal. Hatred. Confusion. And so, so much anger.
âItâs funny, now that I think about it,â Yunho pushed his hair back. âAll those times we interacted. Your sole purpose was to use me to get here, wasnât it?â
This time, the tears did leave your eyes. Yeosang shook his head and asked Yunho to exit the premises and go through the emergency exit unnoticed if he wanted to save his brother. Yunho passed you a sad smile before he left and you sank down to your knees, fisting the ends of your shirt and screaming your heart out. Yeosang patted your back once before muttering that you had already lost precious time.Â
You helped transport the members in a daze. When you set fire to the lab, you didnât feel one ounce of regret. You told yourself you would set a similar fire some day and burn your feelings for Yunho as well.Â
But tonight? Tonight you would let them consume you and drive you mad. Only tonight.
So when you spotted the Captain in an abandoned building that you were going to use until you could go back to Utopia, the cracks of dawn illuminating the ruins, you didnât bow like you would have. You ran to him instead and hit his chest with your fists repeatedly, crying and screaming, not caring who witnessed the moment. The Captain made no move to stop you, raising a hand to stop Seonghwa instead who was pulling out his gun. He let you have your moment until you were tired and rested your head against his shoulder, crying your heart out.
âWho broke you, Aurora? Who melted that ice-cold heart of yours?â
âI hate you for doing this to me,â you cried and he tsk-ed. âI wonât forgive you.â
âI told you, Aurora,â he held you by your shoulders and you looked at him- hair styled an odd way- half bleached and half natural. It made him look fiercer than ever. âI told you that you will always be alone in this field. It is your weakness that led you here. You can blame me all you want, but itâs on you.â
âJust tell me itâs over,â you said, feeling drained. âTell me my job is done.â
âIt is,â he nodded. âWhen we go back to Utopia⊠youâre a free bird if you choose to be.â
You looked beside you at Seonghwa and Yeosang, shaking your head. âIâm going to head inside first then.â
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Yunho didnât know what he was expecting when he broke into the cabin, but his brother laughing with someone else looking unscathed and free just wasnât it.Â
He frowned in confusion. âGunho?âÂ
Gunho gasped audibly before rushing to hug his brother and Yunho almost cried in relief. Gunho looked at him. âYouâre finally here!â
âWere you waiting for me?â Yunho scanned him, making sure he was okay.
âOf course I was,â he patted his arm, drawing back. âWooyoung here was kind enough to get me- he wonât tell me who he is but apparently he holds the authority to discharge me from the army. Iâm free now.â
âNo way,â Yunho breathed, looking gratefully at Wooyoung who shook his head.
âI was simply doing my job.â
âWho assigned you?â Yunho dared to ask.
âI think you know that already,â Wooyoung winked, getting up and straightening his army uniform. âIâll be taking my leave now. My last message for you is âdonât go backâ. Oh, and I have something else-â
Wooyoung dug in his pocket and produced four bullets, placing them in Yunhoâs extended palm. Yunho recognised the bullets- the one heâd given Aurora, but-
âThere should be one more?â
âShe kept one,â Wooyoung smiled knowingly.
Yunho sighed deeply. âTell me where to find her- or someone who can give me answers.
Wooyoung considered for a moment- he had seen the way Aurora had nearly broken when she begged him to save someone she knew nothing about except the name. And the fact that this person was here and still looked scepticalâŠ
Wooyoung took out a piece of paper and pencil and scribbled an address. âSeven days from now, you can find us here. I donât know if Aurora will still be there by that time.â
âWhat do you mean?â Yunho asked.
âWeâre going back home, Yunho,â Wooyoung smiled. âThe war is ending soon. There will be no victory, simply a treaty.â
âHome?â Yunho couldnât believe what he was hearing. Wooyoung simply saluted mockingly before exiting the cabin.
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The past week, Yunho had replayed every moment since Aurora came into his life. Every single time he had seen her, had interacted with her or heard about her from someone else.
He realised he had been blind. The answer was so painfully obvious- Aurora wasnât from Halaland at all. He was pretty sure her name wasnât Aurora as well.Â
She was a spy, he knew. And now that he thought about it, she hadnât really done much to hide it- at least not in front of him. From always staring towards the west, not at the setting sun but towards her homeland, to almost cracking Utopiaâs code so easily- he wondered if she was the mastermind behind the code. The way she questioned every move Halaland made, the way she put a distance between them-
Every night, he held the four bullets in his hands and wondered why she kept the fifth one. It made him so, so restless.
And every night, Yunho always ended his train of thoughts with the same question every night-
Did she actually love him, or was all of it to get to Medical Research?
Was he simply a rung on the ladder to get to her goal? Or was he not meant to be part of the equation at all, a mistake on her part?
Yunho didnât realise how long he simply stood in front of the cottage until someone creeped up behind him, patting his back and scaring him a little. It was Seonghwa- yet another surprise.
Just how many people in the Halazia Research Facility were spies? Were they only Utopians or were they from other nations as well?
âI almost killed you because I didnât recognise you,â Seonghwa lit a cigarette, offering him one but Yunho declined. âSo youâre finally here.â
âWhat do you mean âfinally hereâ?â Yunho asked. âWere you expecting me?â
âWe placed bets- donât tell Aurora,â Seonghwa snickered. âYeosang owes me 10 now.â
She was still here.
âWhere is she?â Yunho gulped.
âNot so quick, mate,â Seonghwa scanned him. âYouâve been travelling quite a bit, havenât you?â
âHave you been spying on me?â Yunho scoffed.
âWerenât you looking for a place to keep your brother safe?â Seonghwa simply said. âHave you found one?â
âNot yet,â Yunho admitted.Â
âYou could come with us, you know.â
Yunho considered that. âI donât know who âusâ is. I canât blindly follow you to god knows where.â
âWell then, I guess you should meet the Captain. He specifically asked me to bring you to him if you came. Heâs quite interested in seeing the face of the person who broke his dear Auroraâs heart.â
Yunho raised a brow though his heart sank at his admission. âWhere is she, Seonghwa?â
âOut on a mission- sheâll be back by dawn,â Seonghwa urged him to follow him inside and took him to a room where Yunho spotted a man with unique hair standing by the fire. Seonghwa knocked on the door and he turned.
âThis is Jeong Yunho.â
âThis is him?â the man scoffed as he came forward, a cane in his hand that Yunho wasnât entirely sure was for mobility purposes. Probably a weapon. âI expected something else- I donât know. I canât believe this is the face that melted her frozen heart.â
âAnd who are you?â Yunho countered, watching Seonghwa take his leave. The man motioned for him to take a seat and Yunho did after a moment of hesitation. The man followed, sitting in front of him.
âThey call me the Captain around here. Captain of the Crescents- a group of spies who were born for the sole purpose of taking revenge on Halaland after they betrayed us. Betrayed Utopia.â
Yunho let that sink in. âWhat revenge?â
âI think you know that already,â the Captain sighed. âHonestly, when I learned that Aurora had told you more than you should have known, considering you donât have an ounce of Utopian blood in you, I was ready to kill both her and you. But, that bratâŠâ he scoffed in amusement. âShe got on her knees for you, Jeong. Do you have any idea what that means?â
Yunho looked blank so he continued. âAurora is one of the best spies Iâve known in my life. I had to break her to make her bend. But you⊠what did you do? What sweet things did you mutter to turn my strongest spy into such a hopeless mess? All these years of training her into becoming a cold-hearted thinker and assassin, and she melts because apparently you looked, really looked at her with those eyes of yours.â
Yunho looked down, each word hammering a nail in his head. âIf she had told me⊠I would have joined her. I was never in favour of Halalandâs unethical methods, and after I discovered what was really going onâŠâ
âIf she told you, you would have exposed her. She understood that, because she would have done the same. Youâre only human, after all,â the Captain twirled the cane in his hands. âWhy are you here today?â
âTo get answers,â Yunho replied.Â
âYouâve got your answers now, havenât you? Scoot off, then,â he relaxed back, glaring at Yunho.
âWho are you, really?â Yunho asked. âHow come you knew about the Medical Research Department?â
The Captainâs smirk fell and he looked wistfully into the fire. âBecause Iâm one of the masterminds behind Level 0, and to this day, I regret being a part of it.â
Yunho was positive his heart actually dropped to his feet. âYouâre a Utopian?â
âThe only Utopian who escaped at the right time before they turned against us and stole our ideas,â the Captain looked at Yunho. âKim Hongjoong, in flesh and blood.â
âKim Hongjoong is dead,â Yunho couldnât believe his ears. âWe held a funeral for you.â
âA good cover up by Halaland, Iâll give them that,â he shrugged. âThey needed to do that to take over and turn on Utopia- theyâve been on my tail ever since. I wasnât sure if they had the brains to continue with the experimentation- testing on humans was never my idea either. Itâs why I sent Aurora to finish this once and for all. Weâve met with your higher-ups and weâve agreed to not expose their dirty deeds if they end this nonsensical war. The official end of the war will be announced soon.â
Yunho definitely felt something like a heavy burden lifted from his shoulders at the revelation. âAnd where are the members of Level 0?â
âThe ones who were actually doing the dirty deeds will be secretly tried in court. The ones who were spies, like Yeosang⊠theyâre going home. I understand you had a few friends there? Mingi, for instance? He was my closest junior- heâs in the next room if you wish to see him.â
Yunho nodded, letting all of this digest before he got up. âThank you for what you did- Iâm not sure I quite understand the gravity of it yet- itâs too much to process right now, but⊠thank you.â
âNo need to thank me, I did what I had to,â Hongjoong looked at him, an unspoken agreement shared.
He needed to thank Aurora.
He needed to see Aurora.
Yunho spent the most part of the night with Mingi, catching up and confirming the facts, learning that the âlab ratsâ were now being treated by the doctors and realising how brutally his people had treated even their own. His heart felt tight in his chest by the time he was done chatting with him and he went outside for some fresh air.
And a few minutes later, spotted two figures walking towards the cottage.
He could recognise you even from your silhouette, and he thought it was crazy that he did. He recognised the exact moment you saw him and paused for a mere fraction of a second before continuing to move like nothing had happened. He knew your mannerisms, he knew you inside out, and yet-
He knew nothing about you.
He didnât even know your name.
This time when you met eyes, he waved awkwardly at you and you felt your heart sink again. You wanted to scream at him, shout at him, but you were far too tired. Your companion took leave, disappearing inside and you walked slowly but surely to Yunho.
âYouâre here.â
Yunho passed a tight-lipped smile, wondering where to begin. He scanned you as you took off your mask and hat, looking-
Fatigued.Â
âAre you- have you been well?â Yunho asked, hating how he sounded.
You shrugged. âDid you meet your brother?â
âYes. Heâs safe nowâŠâ Yunho took a step forward but you backed away and he paused, muttering a âsorryâ.
âWell, I guess thatâs it, then?â You began, looking up and scanning him- you had no idea where he had been the past week but he looked the most weary. âYou heard everything, Iâm assuming?â
Yunho nodded. âI should have seen it earlier. You didnât really hide it from me, did you?â
A faintest hint of a smile crawled to your lips. âYou donât always see whatâs in front of your eyes, Yunho.â
Yunhoâs heart tugged at the way you called his name. âWhat are we going to do, Aurora?â
You passed a weak smile. âI donât know. All I know is that Iâm going back. I cannot spend one day longer in this wicked, wicked land.â
Yunho felt the jab good and well. âIâm sorry for what it took from you.â
âAre you?â You sighed when hurt flashed across his eyes. âIâm not even mad at you, Yunho. Iâm just⊠disappointed in myself. Iâm disappointed that my love didnât seem real enough- that you doubted my intentions so quickly.â
âAnd wouldnât you have done the same?â Yunho challenged. âIf I turned my back on you? Wouldnât you have questioned every moment that we shared?â
âMaybe not-â
âYou could have told me, Aurora,â Yunho almost yelled in frustration but clenched his eyes shut to reel himself in. âAll you had to do was trust me. You didnât trust me enough to tell me who you were. I keep calling you Aurora but thatâs not even your name.â
You felt the very familiar sting in your eyes. âI had people to protect.â
âAnd so did I,â Yunhoâs gaze was hard. âAnd I had you to protect. I would have laid my life down for you, if only you had allowed me to.â
You turned away, wiping your eyes. âI couldnât allow that.â
âSo weâre even then, arenât we?â Yunhoâs voice was also quivering and you dared to glance at him. âPlease⊠look at me.â
You did and this time when he stepped towards you, you didnât back away. He put his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them just like he used to. âTell me your name.â
You passed him a sad smile as you told him your name, buried somewhere so deep inside you, uncalled for years. He said it twice, testing it on his lips. It felt right.
âY/n,â he smiled widely and you laughed through the tears. âI want to know who that is. I want to learn about you again, if youâll let me. If you forgive me for doubting you and for being an asshole-â
âNo,â you shook your head furiously. âYou gave me so much, Yunho, and I returned nothing in comparison. I would have lost myself there if it werenât for your presence always grounding me, even when we were as good as strangers. I- you gave me love when I thought Iâd never find it again, when it had become a foreign concept to me.â
âDo you love me still, y/n?â He asked, his eyes expectant.
âI do, you fool,â you laughed, finally earning the grin you so loved to see. âI hope you donât hate me.â
âHow could I?â Yunhoâs hand shook slightly as he cupped your face and you leaned into his touch. His gaze was so strong as he caressed the angles of your face- you were positive your knees were actually turning weak and perhaps they were, thatâs why his other hand travelled to your waist to bring you closer. âHow could I hate you when you look at me like this? Like you could break me? Like youâd break in my touch too?â
He planted a kiss on your forehead, lingering there and you breathed in the scent of him- the scent that was your home now. Yunho didnât waste any more time, leaning in and capturing your lips in a kiss that absolutely shattered you the way it was so cautious yet so, so demanding. You brought your arms to wrap around his neck, standing on your tiptoes with your body flush against him as you kissed back, deeper, making him loosen up with every movement until you were simply making out, exchanging all the feelings too deeply buried, all the words unspoken, all the apologies and the promises.
âI missed you so, so much, y/n,â Yunho breathed against your lips when you broke apart for breath, tugging at your lower lip with his teeth that made you dig your nails into his skin. He pecked your lips again. âYou have no idea.â
âI do,â you kissed him. âI know all too well.â
Yunho drew apart, tucking your hair behind your ears as he gazed at you lovingly. âTake me with you this time, will you?â
âYou want to come with me to Utopia?â You raised a brow.
âI mean⊠all my friends will be there,â he glanced back at the cottage and you understood who he meant. âBesides⊠Iâm quite sick of Halaland too. Pretty sure they have a wanted poster back in the facility for me.â
You laughed at that. âBasically you want to come with me because youâre dead meat here.â
âIâm dead meat anywhere if Iâm not with you-â
âStop!â You put your hands over your ears, laughing as you ran away because his goofy side was back and he went after you, making you squeal.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa stood watching from the window upstairs. Hongjoong tsk-ed. âAn absolutely disgusting sight, donât you think?â
âAbsolutely,â Seonghwa clinked his drink with Hongjoongâs and they both cursed under their breaths as they drank-
To love. To victory.
To going back home.
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i'm sure you have plenty of requests, but do you write part 2's/continuations of blurbs?? bc i'm FULLY invested in the bodyguard!jason au and i need to know what else transpires in their time together. does he read to the reader?? does reader take him clubbing with him subsequently losing them in the crowd?? is he their unofficial date to the countless galas and social gatherings they're invited to?? what is their sleeping arrangement? the people demand politely request answers!
the people shall get their answers!
bodyguard!jason todd x gn!reader. pt 2 to this. tw reader punches a rich asshole, pining, tension, etc. jason is a sweetheart as always! all fics are reblogged to @sanguinelibrary
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Galas suck.
You swish champagne in your glass and watch it fizz. Then you do it again. And again.
A man's loud laughter carries over the delicate string quartet. You glower in his direction for a second. Then you rest your head on the wall behind you.
"I'm bored to tears, Red," you say.
Hood is playing wallflower with you, except he actually has an excuse.
"To tears, huh?" he says. "Maybe you should try being social. I believe that's what these shindigs are for."
Your head lolls in his direction, brows rising. "That's pretty rich coming from you. You're the least social person I know."
"Well, I do shoot people for a living. Tends to put others off. Go figure."
You stop a passing waiter and pluck a vegetable croquette from tray, then pop it into your mouth. "You haven't shot anybody in months."
Hood sighs. "Yeah. Sad stuff."
"You could shoot somebody here."
"Not without good reason," he says.
"How 'bout for being an entitled, elitist prick?"
"I'm afraid I need a little more reason than that. For legal purposes. But I do love shooting entitled, elitist pricks."
"Fine. Give me the gun."
Hood hums. "I think I'm a bad influence on you, trouble."
"You're the best influence on me," you say. "Give me your gun. I can be trusted."
"That's a negative."
You finish the croquette and edge closer to him, your shoulders touching. You tap him on the shoulder. He leans in, ear near your mouth.
"Ye-es?" he asks, eyes flicking to you. Wow. You've never gotten used to Hood's laser focus on you.
"What if I said you're the wind in the trees and the music of the birds and all of my dreams come to life?" you ask, only exaggerating a little.
"I'd probably check for a concussion," says Hood. You can tell he's smiling behind his mask.
"What if I said you're too sexy for your shirt?"
"Hm. Can't disagree there. Still no gun, though."
"Bastard."
Hood bumps your shoulder and straightens. "Sorry, trouble. Looks like we'll have to soldier through without sending anyone to Emergency."
You suck your teeth. "Man. Will you dance with me, at least?"
Hood snorts.
"I'm not joking," you say. "I headcanon you to have secret waltz and tango skills."
"You headcanon me?"
"Yes. I write headcanons about you on my blog." You gulp down the rest of your champagne. "So, what do you say?"
"Dancing isn't in my job description, trouble. 'Sides, there's plenty virile, eligible bachelors here for you to rumba the night away with."
You wrinkle your nose. "Who describes people as virile? They're not lab mice."
"Sorry." Hood clears his throat, then cocks his hip. "They're hot and totally into you!" he says in a peppy voice. "Better?"
You shiver. "Don't do that again. Gave me the heebie jeebies."
"'Gives the heebie jeebies' is actually on my resume," Hood says. "Right after 'scares the shit out of people.'"
The music slows to a finish. The dancers clap. You groan, leaning against the wall.
"Maybe I can pull the fire alarm," you say.
"Excuse me!"
An old, small man in an expensive suit with white, thin hair struts over. You squint at him as he comes to a stop in front of you.
"Isn't your father that ambassador?" he asks, eyes roving over you. You know that gaze. It's the gaze that's deciding whether or not you're worth speaking to.
"Yes, he is," you say. "May I help you?"
He sniffs. "Terrible business, that. He very nearly cost that young woman her life at that banquet."
Hood brushes past you, stepping forward. "Sir, I need you to back up. Safety measures and all that."
Your jaw tightens. This is literally the last conversation you want to have, talking about your tightass, selfish father. You've done enough of that in therapy.
You hide a smile behind his back.
The man peers at Hood, mouth curling. "What business have you, bringing threatening men like him in here? This is a private event."
You step around Hood. "He's my bodyguard. He's not a threat."
"He certainly looks like one. He's dressed like a hoodlum."
"Hence the name," Hood says cheerfully.
The man sneers. "Those scars of yours are hideous, young man. I can't believe you accompany your charge in public looking like you do."
"What the hell did you say?" you ask, stepping to him. "Huh?"
"Trouble," Hood says quietly, touching your shoulder. "It's fineâ"
"No, because what the fuck? Where the fuck do you get off?" you say, invading his personal space. How fucking dare he?
The asshole's bulldog eyebrows rise. "I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me. Red's being perfectly professional. Won't even eat the hors d'oeuvres. And you're commenting on his body? Are you insane? Did all that corruption eat your brain?"
His face is now a nice shade of beetroot. Hood clears his throat behind you.
"C'mon, ease up," Hood says. "Don't do this f'me."
"Yes, listen to your mutt," the man says, sneering. "Seems he's got a modicum of sense, unlike you. It looks like all of his house training has a promising future."
Your fist connects with cartilage.
It's a blur after that. Someone pulls you awayâHoodâand your now-sworn enemy screams bloody murder, red dripping down his suit. Your hand kind of hurts, and your head really hurts.
Hood herds you through a set of French doors, into a garden. Cool, night air fans your face.
"Well, 'm glad I didn't give you a gun," Hood says, walking you to a bench by the fountain in the center of the garden.
Sweet scents of lilac and rose waft through the air. You look away as Hood carefully inspects your hand.
"Hm. Just a little bruised. No injury."
"I tucked my thumb like you taught me," you say.
"I see. Think you broke his nose."
Is that pride you hear in his voice?
Hood sighs, releasing your hand. "But you shouldn't have done that."
You start to shake, anger shooting through you all over. You curl into yourself.
"I'm not apologizing to that shithead. He's a gutless, no-good, gutter snipe. Nothing under that hideous toupee but air."
Hood laughs. "Easy, Sundance. Y'know guys like him are full of hot air. Surprised you let him get to you. You don't care what those rich assholes say."
You turn around to look at Hood. "Someone had to take him down a peg. What he said was horrible."
"You've heard so much worse, trouble. You take it all with a grin and then get back at 'em later. 'S how you always do it."
"Yeah, well... well, I was sick of what he was saying. He can say all he wants about me, I don't give a shit. But when I'm in the room, no one talks about my bodyguard."
Hood is quiet for a long moment. There's only the sound of the babbling fountain and crickets. You rub your sore hand and stare at a rose bush.
"Y'don't need t'defend me," he says. "People have said far worse, and I definitely don't want you puttin' your reputation on the line for me, trouble."
"Fuck my reputation!" you say, scooting closer to him. "You're important to me, Red. Everyone should know not to say a damn thing about you when I'm around."
He shakes his head. "I'm just your bodyguard."
"No, you're my friend. Right?"
Hood looks up at you. "Iâyeah, of course, butâ"
"Well, friends defend each other."
"So some rich guy doesn't wanna look at my ugly mug," Hood says. "Big deal."
"You aren't ugly," you say, brow furrowing. "Don't say that."
"Trouble. Sweetness. Look at me. Tyra Banks would call me a lost cause."
"Don't be a dummy, Red. You're hot and mysterious, and you have pretty eyes. You're a fantasy protagonist's wet dream."
Hood leans in. Your heart picks up. Oh, you're nervous. You're getting nervous again. A tornado siren wails in your head. Danger! Danger!
"So you're sayin' I'm too sexy for my shirt?" he asks.
"So sexy it hurts," you say, voice slightly uneven.
"Mm." He looks you over. His lashes are so long. Damn. "Y'haven't even seen my whole face."
"I don't need to," you say instantly. "I'm an excellent judge of good looks."
He laughs. You smile.
"Think you can sneak us out?" you ask. "For my safety, of course."
"Mm, of course." Hood looks over the garden. "Yeah, I think I can manage that."
"I'll get us burgers," you say. "I'm starved."
"Taking me out, huh?"
It's a joke, but God, what if? What if you could go on a date with Hood, without masks or politics? What if you could see his smile? Feel his smile?
"If I did, I'd take you someplace nice," you say. "Not just a burger joint."
Hood is quiet as you go to the edge of the garden and he prepares to get you both over the balcony. He holds out a hand and puts his other on your waist so you can climb. Your faces are close. You smile, a little nervous.
"For the record," he says, not letting go until you're safely on the grass below. "I'd be content eating anywhere with you, trouble."
Hood easily vaults over the balcony, landing on his feet. He gestures with his arm.
"You lead," he says, eyes dancing.
God, you're in so much trouble.
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How would you meet the avengers' men
A/N: I know this is very long, if someone wants a one shot about some of these, tell me about it. This is an attempt to remember the good days of Marvel and these awesome man.
Masterlist
Steve Rogers:
You where a new agent in S.H.I.E.L.D and you got assigned to be the supervisor when Steve woke up from the ice.
He was scared about the new era, the technology and all the things but you tried to teach him the best you can about the 21th century.
At some point he got so used to your presence that invited you to take dinner. The night was so pleasasnt that you decided to set the sundays as a 'study period' to do outside.
Bucky:
You were his neighbor at Bucarest and when you heard that someone was moving on you decided to welcome him to the comunity. He got very surprised to see you being so nice to him.
Since then you start to meet many times, ussually in the market. Or in the stairs of the building but he never said more than three or four words, you thought he didn't like.
One day you were carrying a large amount of purchase and he appeared, seeing that you needed help he took some of the bags and you two started going up stairs. He looked nervous but soon started to start a conversation with you. He wasn't very good at it, it was clear that he didn't socialize very often.
From that time he began to talk to you more often when you coincided.
Bruce Banner:
You were sent to Banner's lab to help him with his experiments, especially they selected you because you have a psychology degree and Fury expected you to know how to calm him down if something happens.
The time you got there, Bruce made you work instantly. He was rude and strict. Weeks passed by and at some point you started to get annoyed about his attitude towards you because you didn't do anything to get him angry.
When you aproached him about it he started to say that he was reaching your limits to see where was your limit, because everyone will abandon him. You confronted him about it using all your psychological skills from university, trying to figure out his personality.
He didn't like it, even the Hulk started to show up, seeing that you got on his nerves that much, it was time to show up your mediation skills. He was surprised to see that you got to calm down the Hulk, from that day he started to be more nice at work.
Clint Barton:
Being new on S.H.I.E.L.D and being an awesome archer was something that Clint didn't take well. First started with showing off on the training season, then continued to get on your way on missions.
It was after that you saved his life that he started to calm down with the competitive aspect. Though it didn't disappear, it was easier to cope with it.
Especially because you aren't really good at socializing, at some point Clint realized that and started to be more close to you and include you on plans with other agents.
When you discovered you thought it was because he felt pity about you, after some discussion he said that he felt the same. Being an archer when everyone has guns can be a little isolating from partners and he didn't want you to feel that way.
After that you two started to be inseparable, although you didn't leave the competitive side.
Peter Quill:
You hired the famous Guardians of the Galaxy to get you an object that was stolen from you. Apart from the fact that Quill was just coming in to get extra information about the case every time he can, he even tried haggling for payment.
He tried to add a date with you to your previous agreedment. You tried to decline it, but then you realized that you both where humans but you were never on earth. So that could be the perfect time to see a true human experience like a romantic date.
You accepted and at the end, you were very excited about it. He took you to take dinner and then some drinks in a club. You danced until sunrise and ended up having a very good night.
You thought he would try to make you go to bed with him but he was even more lost in the music than you. It was very fun and you hope to hire them again if that would be the price.
Peter Parker:
Being a new student at Queen's high school was difficult, even more if you didn't fit quite well with other girls or anyone popular.
Then appeared like a miracle, the science club, maybe you can make some lab friends there. When you got there you saw to boys, one was especially cute
They seemed very surprised to see someone there, they asked you if you were lost and when you said It was because you liked to join then it was like a blessing to them. Apparently they dont have many females in the club, they were exited.
The boy named Peter asked if you needed help to know the high school, the classes or anything. You accepted the help and was one of the best mornings you could have, from that day you pass almost all your time on the science club, especially with Peter.
Thor:
You were a sorcerer well known on Asgard. One day he appeared asking for you help and you accepted, after all he was the prince.
After that and some awkard flirting from his side while you were casting the spell, he started to ask for your help more often.
There was a point where it wasn't even credible anymore and It was very obvious that he wanted some excuse to see you.
After confronting him about that behaviour he tried to deny It, but when you said that if he wanted to get you on a date all he need to do it ask, he inmediatly regretted his words and asked you out.
Pietro Maximoff
(in this i imagine he is still alive)
Sokovian invassion, the worst day possible you can have. Dangerous robots and some strange blue and white lighting appearing on the street from time to time. You took a gun and started evacuating all the people you can, you were no soldier or superhero but seeing children being in danger wasn't your preference.
When you saw the strange lighting again you shot it. It turned out that wasn't a robot, it was a men. At least the bullet only skimed his arm but the discontent on his face was obvious. You yelled an apology and when he saw the kids behind you he took them to the evacuation transport.
You didn't let him take you there and obliged him to escort you while you continue to save some people. After someone shoot you on the arm he took you to the transport without the posibility to complain from your part.
Later when all the disaster passed, he searched for you and invited you to dinner, in expense for shooting him.
Tony Stark:
You were an interviewer of the news, one day your boss decided that you would do an articule about Iron man.
You spent the next three months investigation and searching everything you could find about the millionare. And finally you published your work.
Instantly your report was really popular and in a couple of days Tony Stark was at your job, he was looking for you.
When your boss left him on your office, mister Stark started to ask you questions about why you wrote that things and quarrel you about not asking for a private interview with him. When you said that to already did that and ended up with a refusal he said it was a mistake, so he gave you a date.
When the day came, he was really excentric and full of pride trying to flirt with you but after seeing your compromise, stopped little by little on his attempts... at least during the interview, after that he invited you to another date, this time more casual.
Sam Wilson:
This is simple, you two were recluts on S.H.I.E.L.D at the same time, this included rivarly, competitions and you dying of jealousy when he got into the avengers.
You decided to try to ascend the more you can on the hierarchy of S.H.I.E.L.D's comands and you succeded.
After a couple of years you had to supervise an international secret mission that was shared with the avengers so you two encountered. He was shocked to see that you got so far and you made fun of his wings. That resulted in your rivarly to be reactivated during the mission.
When quest ended successfully he offered you to train together again. You accepted and started to spent at least one morning of the week kicking his ass.
Scott Lang
You were the babbysitter of Cassie, provided by the police to be there if it was a problem because she is the daughter of a superhero. The thing it's that you didn't met Ant-man yet because he was on house arrest.
Until one day he showed on the door, without the ankle strap, you supposed his sentenced finished. He was suprised too, someone new was on the house playing with his daughter.
The day was really funny, he was funny, you two instanly connected and tried to make the best day for Cassie.
A couple of days you discovered that he escaped from the house arrest, when he showed up again a couple of days later you aproached him about it. When he didn't take you seriously you sent him to the ground with a fight technique, he didn't expected you to be a trained agent.
After all you had to be more permissive because the man loved his daughter a lot and you can't take that from him. You keeped and eye on him and the surroundings, but the day was as funny as the first day.
Bonus Loki
You were a librarian on Earth, a friend of Jane Foster. One day Thor appeared with his brother. You heard about him, especially after New York's invasion but he didn't look like a maniac.
It was charming, aside from the dislike and upset he appeared to had from being on earth. While Thor was with Jane, he started to look at the books with a annoyed face. You decided to aproach him and offer your help, in the end this was your library.
At first he didn't quite like your presence and he made it clear, but during the evening, your book recomendation's made him change a little his mind.
He started to acompany more his brother to the library and started at some point taking books with him, making a license was very funny. There was a time that he started to bring books from Asgard to you and incredibly, he offered himself to teach you magic. In his words, someone with that much knowledge should be able to used it.
The afternoons on your small library started to be very intriguing.
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omg i just read a bunch of your work and itâs all so good???? itâs so rare to find imagines fanfic writers that are so clearly passionate about their work and itâs so awesome anyways i have a request !! i absolutely love your frail reader stuff⊠my health is kinda shit too so itâs really nice to read !! could i ask for dottore trying to attach an IV or help them but theyâre scared of needles? dottore realizing theyâre not scared of *him* but of just . the needle . and also being really really sweet and gentle while checking everything like vitals and whatnot since being checked up by a doctor puts them on edge usually . BASICALLY iâd looove to see dottore being sweet while working with a patient as opposed to . how he usually is đ
Dottore is a man who finds himself fascinated by many things. Most obviously, his research. His experiments. The limits of a human being, the stars of this world, the truth of Teyvat. How far he could push himself and others to satiate his curiosity.Â
And last but certainly not least, you, his darling.
âŠWho was now huddled in the corner of his lab, refusing to move. Why? Because it was time for you to receive your first shot. You had only recently woken up from sleeping for four hundred years, so he stuck to other forms of medicine rather than needles in the beginning. But it had gotten to the point where needle injections were necessary for your health. However, you certainly didnât find this new information pleasing.Â
Youâd peek out, see him with that large pointy grin with a needle in hand, and then try to inch even closer to the wall as if you were trying to disappear into it as you whimpered. Now, Dottore finds you predictable and unpredictable at the same time. Predictable because being with you for centuries has certainly allowed his mind to adapt and memorize all of your little quirks and possible reactions. Unpredictable because there are always times he finds himself surprised and then mildly exasperated at your behavior. But thatâs what he likes about you. Youâre not a boring doll like his other test subjects.
But this reaction⊠once again, he supposes he expected it but he didnât at the same time. Funnily enough, Dottore is no stranger to your little tantrums when it comes to taking care of your health. Some kind of bizarre reaction from you wasnât out of the question because he remembers the first time you ran away from taking your medicine.
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When you realized your life would consist of daily checkups, your body constantly being hooked up to a lot of different things you really didnât understand, and a whole bunch of other changes, you thought you could do it. You really did. Sure, it wasnât easy, and it was scary and confusing and you cried at how different you were now but, you were getting through every day and that was what mattered.
However, ironically, your greatest enemy in life became medicine.
You should be grateful really, to have Dottore as your doctor. Although he certainly wasnât a doctor to his other âpatientsâ, he most definitely was to you. And he was a terrific one - attentive beyond human capability (not even including his segments), skilled, knowledgeable, adaptable, and attractive was also a good bonus. Hell, if it were anyone else besides him, youâd long be dead.
But one thing you absolutely despise is his talent for making the hardest-to-swallow medicine known to mankind.
Dottore had given you lots of different types of medicine since you woke up, experimenting with which was the most efficient. Although he did study how other bodies reacted to it before it entered your own system, it really didnât spare you any pain because you always ended up dreading it. It wasnât fun, no, but you had accepted it as your routine.Â
Pills werenât fun, but at least they were a quick swallow after you finished hyping yourself up to drink it. And, they were small or medium-sized. No biggie, right? But then came one time when you were utterly tricked. When Dottore presented you with medicine that you could drink easily rather than a pill, you were ecstatic. Â
The syrup medicine was a nice color and looked like it would taste fine! But no, you should have known that the Doctor was a deceiving son of a- you get the point. The medicine tasted absolutely horrible, violating your taste buds. You would have spat it out, but it was already almost down your throat. You were genuinely thankful that medicine ended up being unhelpful to you because you donât think you could have managed to swallow that every day.
Despite how every time you moaned and whined about it, you would steel yourself and take it anyway because you didnât want to make Dottoreâs life any harder, with how diligently he was working on these medicines solely for your sake.
But at one point, you just couldnât take it anymore. What caused you to snap?
A pill that Dottore presented to you, that looked big even on his large hand. He had looked at you expectantly, while you looked at him incredulously, as your lover then placed it in your hand and set the glass of water to the side for you.
Okay [Name], youâve endured all these trials so far. Surely you can handle this? You took a deep breath, slowly working up the courage to swallow it as Dottore waited, curiously looking at you. With a burst of energy, you brought it to your mouth, intent on gulping it, but stopped last minute. Your bravery had left you, as you brought the pill back to the table again. There was no way, just no way that was going in your throat without getting stuck. Just the thought of it was making you feel sick and anxious.
âIâm not doing it.â Dottore sighed.
âWeâve been through this countless times, [Name],â he shook his head as he walked to his desk, prepared to gather some things to work on because he was familiar with your agonizing long waits of trying to force yourself to drink your medicine. âEither you take it yourself, or I will be more than happy to help you myself.â The methods Dottore takes to âhelpâ you take your medicine can be left up to the imagination.
âYou wonât need to help me⊠because Iâm not drinking that!â In a flash, you had bolted out the door, leaving the doctor alone in the room, blinking and processing what just happened before he rubbed his temples. Never, not once have you run away from taking medicine. Yes, you whined and begged him to let you skip it, just for one day (which he never indulged you in) but in the end, youâd always give in to your fate. Dottore walked over and picked up the pill, examining it. Was it really that bad?
Well, no matter. Youâll end up taking it anyway. His harshness comes from a good place at least, it is for your own sake after all.
Although you did put up a good fight, you never really had any chance of escaping in the first place, considering your rather poor health and stamina (and this is Dottore after all, no one gets away from him). But you just needed to put off that blasted medicine for a while longer, which was why you found yourself in your current situation.
In a stand-off with Omega, who had come to collect you and bring you back to Primeâs office, so you could finally take the pill. Beta was there too, as he was supposed to be helping, but he looked to be amused by the whole thing. Pointy teeth showed through as he watched the whole show, hands in his pockets.Â
The âshowâ in question was how you were hiding behind a random Fatui agent, using the poor man as a shield, his soul definitely having left his body by now. Every time the segment tried to come closer, youâd physically move the agentâs body to block him from you. And well, even they couldnât just kill the man like that. It would be quite funny, were it not for the fact that Omega was beginning to grow impatient and mildly annoyed that the other Fatuis were watching this go down. Not to mention the back and forth you two were having about how important it was for you to take the pill, versus your numerous arguments as to why you werenât. Beta was just there cackling at the older segmentâs predicament. But then all of a sudden, Omega backed off with a smile, giving you a chance to escape once again. Yes, you turned around, ready to dash for it, and then ran right into a solid wall.
There Prime Dottore stood, looking down at you with an unamused expression, at this little cat and mouse game. He didnât really want to show this level of affection to you in front of the other agents, but he had no choice but to grab you and pick you up in his arms so you couldnât run away anymore.
The other Fatuis could only stare at the scene, you kicking and flailing your arms, vehemently repeating how you werenât going to drink that blasted thing, and about how evil and cruel he was. Eventually, he was able to make you swallow the pill, with the help of his other segments holding you down.
In the end, he had to ditch that pill because the struggle and tears you put up after that just werenât worth it when there were better alternatives.
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However, at least this time you didnât run away. Instead, perhaps you thought holing up miserably in the corner would somehow make him sympathize with you and that he wouldnât give you the needle. Unfortunately, you were incorrect. Dottoreâs patients are to receive whatever treatment he deems necessary, even if it is you. Nevertheless, you are indeed a special patient. A special patient who receives special treatment, both medically and emotionally. So, it does make him feel a tiny bit sorry for you, seeing how scared you were.Â
Though a part of him wonders, are you truly that afraid of a mere needle? Perhaps because he works with it every day, he cannot see how it could cause that much nervousness. Was it because of how he used it on others? Of course, you were no stranger to his less-than-ethical experiments on other people. But surely you knew that you wouldnât be subjected to such conduct? Dottore ponders for a little while as you continue to crouch in fear. He wonders if he taught Zandy how to use the needle if that would make it less scary for you. But on second thought, you would probably get mad at him for trying to do that to his child segment.
But regardless of what either of you thought, you were getting that injection.
â[Name],â For once, his voice isnât the normal tone that he takes on when youâre being difficult. So you lift your head and your eyes peek out from your knees as you pout at him. Dottore had set the needle to the side and walked closer to you, reaching his hand out to you, expecting you to get up and take it. With a sigh, you acquiesce and clasp your hand with his as he pulls you from the ground. Though you keep your eyes on the floor and your shoulders drooped, because you know that your fate is imminent. But Dottore tilts your chin so youâre forced to look up at him anyway.
âWhy are you so insistent on acting like this?â Your partner questions.
âBecause needles are scary,â you whine.
âBut I am the one administering it. Nothing will happen.â
âWell, obviously I trust you,â you sigh in defeat. âI know youâd never hurt me. But that doesnât make needles any less scary. And no matter what you say, I know Iâll still feel that prick of pain! I really donât want it, Zandik!â You look up at him with pleading eyes. His fingers stroking your hair feels nice but it does little to relieve you of your anxiety. At that, Dottore merely stares for a few seconds before he pulls you to the operating table and helps you up. Well, at least you attempted to change his mind, you thought as you resigned yourself to the pain. You squeeze your eyes and tense your body, preparing for the inevitable prick, but instead, you feel hands slipping down your shirt and cool metal being pressed against your chest. Your eyes pop open as you turn to narrow your eyebrows at Dottore.
âWhat about the needle?â
âForget about it. I will handle it another day,â Dottore waves off your concern, and all the stiffness in your body releases. Oh, you were so, so grateful.Â
âNow breathe in for me,â Dottore requested. âAnd out. In. Out.â You did what he asked and he hummed as he recorded your heart rate or whatever he usually does, before moving to your back and repeating the same process. You liked how his hands felt on your body. They werenât rough, uncharacteristically gentle even. Even though right now it was just professional procedures, it felt comforting. His hands always felt comforting.
Now that you think about it, although it sounds entirely untrue, Dottore was⊠the only doctor you had good experiences with. When you were a kid, you really didnât like them. They usually⊠put you on edge. Unlike most children, the promise of candy did little to stop you from getting antsy during a check-up, and even the nicest doctors had their patience tested. But Dottore and the segments, well, despite their⊠tendencies, they did make you feel a lot better with your condition and all. It was really nice, to have people who wouldnât give up on you or your health since youâve been given up on in the past.
âIâve heard that Alpha has been showing you the collection of Khaenriâahn machines lately,â Dottoreâs voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He was fiddling with the variety of tools he used for the check-up.
âHm? Oh yeah, we have!â Dottore moved to examine both ears as you spoke. âI mean, studying Teyvatâs new language all the time gets so boring. So I just make him show me the cool stuff during breaks!â Although Zandikâs fascination with the machines was much greater than yours in the Akademiya, his enthusiasm had rubbed off on you too and you found yourself intrigued as well. One thing that had never changed though, was his habit of dumping all his thoughts on you. Seriously, once you got Alpha talking, he wouldnât stop until every detail of his research had been covered. It was cute. It reminded you of how Zandik used to do the same thing late at night.
âIs that so?â Dottore had moved to check your eye, shining the light at it.
âMhm! You know, seeing all the things you know now, makes me think back to how much you searched for answers all those years ago. Pushing and pulling me all those places,â you smiled, thinking about how you were always dragged to all parts of Sumeru for him to quench his thirst by hopefully obtaining fruitful results from the expeditions. It was tiring, but good times. You wished you could go back. Dottore then tapped your lips and you opened your mouth as he briefly examined it before returning to his clipboard. For some reason, you feel as though this check-up is dragging on a lot more than usual, but you didnât really question it because why would you question spending more time with your beloved?
âYes, and you never failed to complain, did you? You grumbled more than you spoke about the data,â Dottore replied as he continued to do whatever other tests on you before he pulled up your sleeve to wrap the cuff around your arm to check your blood pressure. You rolled your eyes.
âYouâre lying! I always engaged in conversation with our research,â you stuck your tongue out at him. âI always pulled my weight! Maybe you were too busy mumbling to yourself and spilling ink everywhere instead of listening to me.â Zandik had a habit of that. Getting too lost in his thoughts and leaving you to babble like an idiot when he wasnât even paying attention. Dottore only chuckled as he continued to work, pumping the device. You didnât even notice that he was also preparing a needle with his other hand, because you continued to ramble on.
âAnd you know what, you were always far worse. In the beginning, you were either talking about research all the time, or complaining about others, or complaining about me.â Just because Dottore was all suave and smooth and poised now didnât mean you forgot about how much he was not anything of those things back then! The more you reminisced about it, the memories of being slightly infuriated by his attitude came rushing back. So much so that you didnât register the cuff being swiftly removed from your arm, nor the feeling of Dottore adjusting your arm and the prick of something being injected into you.Â
âAnd!! Pantalone always tells me how much you complain to him about not only the budget but also a wide variety of things! And Bina too, Iâve heard numerous stories of those poor agents falling victim to you, hmph,â you awaited a response but Dottore didnât humor you like he usually did. So you turned to look at him, but instead, he was carefully placing a bandage on you. You blinked once at the sight, then at him, and then at the empty needle on the tray, the contents empty. It didnât take long for your brain to process what happened.
âYou⊠you tricked me! You said I wasnât going to get the needle!â You fussed but Dottore only smirked, his sharp shark-like teeth on display.
âYes, I did. But it doesnât matter now, does it? Did you feel any pain?â
âWellâŠâ He was right, you didnât feel a thing. With all the conversation and his quick yet efficient fingers, the needle didnât hurt. Ugh, so that was Dottoreâs plan⊠getting you all riled up and distracted so he could finish the job. It was sneaky⊠but as you tenderly brushed the injection site that was a little sore, you were oddly touched⊠it was sweet. He didnât need to go out of his way to do this. Really, another large pill situation could have happened.
âNo, you didnât,â Dottore finished the sentence for you before rolling down your sleeve and cleaning up the area. âThere was no need for such drama in the first place. I told you that it would be fine.â You pouted at his bluntness. It was a bit mean, but he lived up to his word. You should have expected that. He always does, when it comes to you. âYou have to stay here for a bit. I need to see if the shot will have any immediate adverse effects on you.â
âO-Okay,â you replied, still a bit dazed by how Dottore managed to do that. You wondered, just⊠how quick were his hands?? Then he placed a kiss on your lips, catching you off guard once again, but he pulled away before you could reciprocate. Ah, it was probably his way of saying âwell done.â
âH-Hey, donât just walk away! I deserve more kisses for the ordeal I just went through! Come back here!â
Dottore ended up giving you lots of kisses everywhere as he pinned you down on the operating table. If all check-ups ended like this one did, well, youâd look forward to them a lot moreâŠ
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Bonus:
âDottore?â
âYes, [Name]?â
âCan you make them⊠gummy?â
âMake what gummy?â A few seconds of staring at you makes it click in his head. âNo.â
âPlease!!â Immediately you pull out your best pleading eyes with a pouting lip, having no shame in dropping to your knees and wrapping your arm around his leg in the tightest grip you could muster. âPlease, if it were gummies instead of actual pills or needles, Iâd never complain!â Dottore sighs, trying to shake you off but to no avail. It seems youâre dead set on this.Â
âAt least some of them, please, Iâll do anything.â By this point, your face is buried into his leg, all but begging for him to make medicine that is gummy. It was so ridiculous it would make him laugh, but the idea of him and his segments having to not go through the unthinkable in order for you to take your medicine is honestly quite appealing to the doctor.
âAlright,â he complies, which causes you to shoot up from the ground and grasp his hands with glee. âI will experiment to see what I can do.â You smile widely before thanking him profusely and kissing his cheeks and then his lips. Although he enjoys your affection, Dottore finds himself wondering if youâre okay yourself, because who gets this excited over gummies for medicine? And then he hears your next question.
âCan you make them different flavors too? And oh, gummy bear-shaped too! By the way, my favorite flavor is-â
â[Name].â
âIâm sorry.â
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Mission save the human race Pt1.
Pt2
2090 Days since it happened since your life changed completely. You can still remember the day of the outburst like it was yesterday. You were stuck performing an appendectomy on a five-year-old, and then there were shots â the military evacuating us. You didn't take it seriously at that time; thought it would be like every pandemic, and there would be a cure soon. But after weeks spent with your family in a military camp, you knew it was nothing like this. You remembered how the military shot women who even got near to a zombie â too much of a risk that they could get infected. The irony of the whole thing was that women were the carriers of this unknown virus, while men only turned when they got bitten. Women turned by a simple scratch of a zombie, or when they died of any cause, they would turn in a glimpse of a second into these brainless creatures.
After it went completely downhill and more healthy people got shot without any remorse, your dad, brother, and you tried to flee out of the military base, resulting in your dad and brother getting shot, screaming you should just take their gun and leave as fast as possible. You never felt more remorse than leaving their corpses behind, but you had more than enough years to mourn them and pray for forgiveness. On the way to a safe place, you noticed small details, weird details. You got scratched, even bitten on the way, expecting to fully turn into a brainless monster â but you didn't, and to this date, you didn't know why. Well, there wouldn't be a lab anymore to find out anyway, so you just accepted it as a blessing first. But after a while, you learned the true curse of living in this shithole.
The survivors were scarier than the zombies and almost as inhuman as them â while most didn't try to hurt you since a surgeon always could get handsy in a zombie apocalypse, you still saw the horrors of self-proclaimed "Leaders" who killed in the most inhumane way just to prove their dominance. They weren't better than animals. You saw how different groups tried to start wars with each other to win resources and territory. There was still enough place and enough resources in the world for both of them to survive, so it was just a power play. If you had had a say in this, you would have tried everything to start a civilization with many people trying to rebuild humanity with strong people as guards, people farming, and people working in the infirmary, but no one ever listened to you. Why should they, as the Apocalypse proceeded, the hatred of women got only worse â "The reason for the apocalypse," resulting in women getting used, tortured, and raped if they weren't useful in other ways, and you thanked every day your mother who practically forced you to study medicine instead of law.
After months, you finally had enough and ran away from the camp â not tolerating the inhumane ways. You wondered if you were the inhuman one for leaving people there who you could have healed if you had stayed, but sometimes you needed to be egoistical, and you at least tried to stay as innocent as possible through the apocalypse. You lost everything but not your good heart which made you incredibly proud of yourself.
You didn't know how you survived this. You didn't have a particular skill set; sure, you were a pediatric surgeon before all of this, you were capable, you were smart, which probably led you to survive. But you weren't something that was of use like a soldier or police officer. God, before this Apocalypse, you didn't even carry your groceries to your apartment. You were screwed but somehow you still survived, with your one handgun that you nicked off the corpse of your dead dad. The irony was you didn't even use it in three years; you never used your gun â god, did you even know how to use it? You highly doubted it.
You claimed yourself a small cottage in the forest. It wasn't much but pretty well-hidden, and you built-in safety measurements so no walker could surprise you by night. You lived in a shithole but at least in a comfortable manner. The house had three small bedrooms, a kitchen with a tiled stove, a fireplace, a water source, and enough space outside so you could grow all sorts of vegetables and fruits. Pumpkins, potatoes, cucumbers, tomatoes, strawberries, and raspberries highlight your perfect garden. You even had some apple and cherry trees you took great pride in. Before all started, you couldn't say you were good at gardening; even your cactus didn't survive the neglect you put them through â but you used all your remaining time learning about farming and providing for yourself, growing plants you can use as medication. In your imagination, you would somehow manage to have some chickens and cows, but you knew it would draw way too much attention, and you liked your hidden lifestyle way too much for this to happen. You were quite naive; you thought this would stay this way until-.
You heard sounds from your garden â nothing unusual since some local animals came and tried to steal a carrot or two, but then the sounds of multiple men echoed.
"Fuck."
They blundered in weird ways, talking about finding a safe place and raiding something. You ran upstairs, grabbed your handgun, and hid in the closet.
"Fuck, here isn't anything useful," a man with a hoarse voice and a British accent cursed all my cabins violently.
"Johnny, you will get through this; you won't die on me," a man said with a worried voice.
"He has a fucking bullet in his shoulder; how can he fucking survive this?" A bullet in his shoulder, probably not gone through. If it didn't hit anything major, his survival rate would be 80% in a normal world, depending on the material of the bullet; he could survive or die. If it's lead and stays inside his body, he will be dead in at least 4 days from lead poisoning. If the wound isn't properly cleaned â blood poisoning. If they take it out of him and don't properly sew him â death. This man hasn't a high chance of surviving. You could at least triple the chance of his survival, but if you get out there, you would probably lose the chance of survival by several digits. Your morale was high; you swore an oath to help every human you were capable of saving, but was it worth more than your own life?
"Shut the fuck up," the worried man screamed at the other.
You decided to stay in the closet, a choice you'd later regret, your lack of courage weighing on you as survival seemed uncertain. Tears slowly started to fall from your eyes, running against your soft rosy cheeks. Your handgun was clutched tightly in your sweaty palms, your breath trembling from pure horror, convinced that today might be your last.
With a sudden grunt, the closet door swung open. Before you stood four imposing men, each holding big machine guns, and a fifth man, held by another, similarly armed.
In front of you was a middle-aged man with brown hair, a fishing hat atop his head, and the most amazing blue eyes you had ever seen. He was tall and muscular, with a well-groomed beard for an apocalypse. Handsome and scary simultaneously.
The second man was one of the most attractive individuals you'd ever laid eyes on. He had brown-golden skin, trusting brown eyes, and a cap perched on his head. His gaze held a mix of awe and confusion as he looked at you.
The third man was colossal, ripped with muscles, and possibly the tallest person you'd encountered. He sported a blonde buzz cut and blue eyes that glowed red, giving him an intimidating aura. With an unhealed scar across his eyes and some stubles, he probably was incapable of growing a beard because of the scar tissue.
The fourth man looked similar to the one with the fishing hat; the only difference was his dirty blonde hair and tattoo sleeves. You noticed the prosthetic leg and wondered whether it had been dealt with properly â you sure as hell could help him too.
The last one was the man who got shot, and held by the scary men. He was the shortest of the group but still taller than you by several inches. His hair was in a funny mohawk, and he was ripped â not a bit; he was built like a fucking powerhouse. You couldn't shake the thought away that if you had known him through med school, learning anatomy would have been different â all those muscles â focus.
You thought that your potential killers were all good-looking, each in different ways. Despite this, you still pointed your gun at them, and they held their machine guns at you.
"A woman â I thought they were all dead," the man with the cap said, making you curious. All dead? When you last left your forest two years ago, there weren't many women, but there were still some out there.
You gathered all your remaining courage, shaking as you said, "Leave me alone, or I shoot." They laughed at you. Okay, they had more people and bigger guns, but you could still harm at least one of them.
"Oh, dove, your gun is still secured," the man with the fishing hat said, trying to hold out a laugh.
You tried to fidget with your gun, but you didn't know how to unsecure it. So, you just lowered it and held your hands up in the air.
"We don't have time for this shit. Knock her out or something; we need to fucking save Johnny," the scary man said, sending shivers down your spine out of fear.
"If you don't kill me, I'll save your friend." Win-win situation; you'll survive, and your morals are saved.
"Shut the fuck up. How could a stupid girl who can't even use a gun save him?" the scary man screamed. You were sure that he had a special bond with this Johnny, sure as hell best friends or lovers by how he acted.
"I'm a surgeon; I can remove the bullet," you said.
"You're a surgeon?" the tattoo man asked in disbelief at your claim.
"Which field?" the scary man asked you.
"Uhm, I was a pediatric surgeon."
"Does he look like a fucking child to you?"
"Simon, we don't have much choice. It's better than nothing; he will die if we don't do anything," Fisher hat man tried to convince Simon.
Simon agreed. "What do you need?"
You were afraid to be a bit rusty, but you'll make it. "Okay, one of you will bring me as much water as he can gather, one needs to guard the door. I don't need any interruptions in my surgery. One needs to stay in the room; this will hurt as hell without proper numbing. My surgical equipment is in the closet by the bathroom, as well as the medication I produced. You need to tie him to the bed; I don't know how, and I don't care, as long as he doesn't try to kill me while I try to fix his shoulder, and I need a promise that I won't be killed if he doesn't survive."
"Yes, ma'am," the tattoo guy said and was on his way. All the men worked efficiently, making you wonder if they had some military background since they listened better than my old residents, at least.
The man who introduced himself as Kyle - by the way, the only one who introduced himself to you - tied Johnny to the bed. Everything was now prepared, and you tried to make this place as sterile as possible.
You sat down on Johnny since you couldn't stand properly by the bed for the surgery and had the advantage of holding him down with your body weight.
"Hey Johnny, this will hurt a bit, okay, but you need to be strong, okay?" You talked to him like with your child patients, but that didn't matter right now. Right now, it mattered to save him.
Johnny spoke completely drowsy from the pain, "Am I deid, Lt? Or how come dae I see an angel oan tap o' me?" You chuckled; even in pain, you noticed that that man was a total flirt.
"Shut up, Johnny, and survive," Simon said.
"Love ya, Lt."
"I love you too, idiot." You were right in your thoughts; they were indeed a couple and a handsome one. You couldn't shake the feeling away, though, that he probably would kill you in the most vicious way if Johnny didn't survive.
You slid your scalpel through him and started the surgery after at least six terrible hours of fear and exhaustion; you were finished; you saved him. You were a bit envious of Johnny; Simon stayed the whole time by his side without being grossed out or yawning for a second; they loved each other. You never experienced that kind of love and never will...
Now he only needs to survive the aftermath of the surgery, which will be harder for his body than the actual surgery since the adrenaline wore off. You were glad that you were able to nick some antibiotics and real medication from a nearby emergency station. You were always better safe than sorry.
You removed the blood from yourself and washed yourself with cold water, which felt like an eternity till you pronounced yourself clean enough. You put on some cozy clothing and walked to the living room where three men sat sandwiched on the small couch. Simon stayed by Johnny.
You planted yourself across from them and looked at them until Fisher Man Hat spoke.
"Thank you for saving our man; I'm John, by the way."
"Alex."
"Well, you already know my name; how can we call you?" Kyle asked you.
"Uhm, everyone always called me Dr. Angel, since the kiddies compared me to one," you replied, telling them the truth.
"Beautiful nickname for a beautiful woman," John said.
You couldn't hide a blush, and Kyle asked you how it came that you lived alone. You explained your life story without boring them for one second.
"Tell me something about the six of you."
"Uhm, we were special forces back in the days before everything went downhill. We protected some scientists who worked on a cure, but they didn't make it and died in one of their experiments. We are originally seven, but the other two are on a raid right now for our camp. I know we probably scare you, but if you want to, you can stay with us, no strings attached. We know how humanity changed, and being the only woman alive makes it even scarier, but we will protect you since you saved one of our own," John explained. You were still confused, only woman alive? How is this possible? Well, you were immune to the virus, but you didn't need to tell them right now since this would make you even more vulnerable.
"Only woman alive?"
"Yes, dove, the woman's got instinct with them, the human race." You gulped; your moral codex spoke to you again. Shouldn't you prevent that from happening? Or is this nature's plan? You didn't want to think about it further.
"Does anyone of you want to eat something? I'm starving," you exclaimed, trying to change the subject to something less uncomfortable.
"You don't have to feed us; you already did enough," Kyle said.
"Nonsense! I'm hungry, and I have more than enough vegetables to feed a whole army," you protested and walked towards your kitchen. You took out the preserved tomatoes and potatoes and wanted to slice them, but a tall figure already removed your knife from your hands.
"Let me help; it's the least thing I can do after you did so much for us," Alex said and started to slice the vegetables while you tried to heat your pot. The other two put plates on your small kitchen table, making it feel incredibly domestic for you. They looked like husbands caring for their wives, and you wanted to shake out the thoughts in your head. You were just underfucked from the whole apocalypse, but deep down, you knew they did something to you, made you feel a tight knot in your stomach.
You took one portion up to Simon, who still gathered around Johnny's bed. With a sudden movement, the tall man hugged you tight, almost crushing you with his sheer strength.
"Thank you for saving him and sorry for being mean to you."
"I understand; I'd do the same if someone I dearly loved would be injured in this hell of a life," he tried to pull a smile at my words. "Here's some hot food, and give Johnny his antibiotics in an hour, okay?"
"Hot food? I haven't had that since forever."
I laughed, "Get used to it, big boy." He raised a brow but didn't question it.
You went downstairs and saw the men laughing while waiting for you like true gentlemen. Kyle blushed a bit when you came down, and they instantly stopped their talk. You asked yourself what they talked about, maybe something that would be dangerous. They ate like starved men and told you how long they didn't have anything warm in their bellies, making you realize how lucky you were in your cottage with your grown food. The only thing you were missing was someone to warm your bedâstop it, you said to your inner thoughts.
You gave the remaining boys some blankets and showed them enough places to sleep, and as they didn't mind sharing, everything went perfectly. Alex took the patrol for the night, telling you it needed to be done even if you never patrolled for the last two years. The other men called you naive for it. You checked one time on Johnny if he had a fever or anything like that, but to your luck, he was fine, still asleep and high on medication. Simon slept beside him, and you couldn't stop yourself from putting a blanket on top of him. He deserved the comfort after taking care of his boyfriend that way.
John walked you down to your room, talking a bit to you, which gave you more comfort than you wanted to admit. You were a human after all, and humans missed humans when they lived two years in isolation to survive.
"Did you ever think about what it means for you to be the only woman alive?" he asked you.
"It's pretty weird to think about it."
"Kinda."
"I guess the human race will go extinct then."
"There are ways if you decide toâyou know, save the planet and everything. You seem like a girl who always wants to do the right thing."
"You mean getting pregnant?"
"Exactly, saving the human race and everything."
"Would it be selfish if I let it die?"
"A bit, but it's your choice. I will always protect you from everyone who wants to take advantage of you. You're part of the team now."
"And what if I decide to want to save it?"
His eyes lit up. "Then, of course, I'd support you, like every man on this team. I think most of my boys wouldn't be repulsed by helping you to reach this goal." You blushed hard. Did he just tell youâshit.
"And what about you, John?"
"I'd be more than willing to participate. You're incredibly looking, dove, and I'm just a man behind all this."
"I'll think about it," but you couldn't shake away the feeling of themâyou could have all of them.
"Take your time, dove." He kissed you on your rosy cheek and left you completely crazy alone with your thoughts. It was too long ago, and you felt the familiar feeling building up inside of you. Fuck it, you thought and decided to speak with them about it tomorrow. You're a good person after all, right? And that's what a good person does?
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A Birthday for Frankenstein
âWhose birthday? Oh, mine? I forgot. Did Yuri leak my medical records?â -Jiro's Birthday Voiceline.
The sun peeked through the curtains of the small, cluttered lab Jiro called home, casting soft rays over stacks of medical texts and scattered vials. Today, however, the atmosphere was charged with a different kind of energy. The lab was decorated, albeit haphazardlyâtattered streamers hung from the ceiling, and an oversized cake sat precariously on a cluttered table, half-hidden behind a pile of lab equipment.
You stood at the doorway, hands on your hips, taking in the scene. âHappy birthday, Jiro!â you announced, your voice brimming with enthusiasm.
Jiro, who had been meticulously adjusting the settings on one of Yuri's experimental devices, paused and glanced over his shoulder, blinking slowly as if trying to process your words. âWhose birthday? Oh, mine? I forgot. Did Yuri leak my medical records?â he replied, his voice monotone, betraying little of the surprise that flickered in his crimson eyes.
You laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âNo, silly! I just thought we could do something nice for you this year. Youâre always taking care of everyone else; itâs time someone took care of you.â
With a slight frown, Jiro returned to his work, adjusting his black face mask down to his chin. âI appreciate the sentiment, but I have deadlines to meet. Patients to check up on,â he mumbled, waving a hand dismissively.
âJust for a little while,â you coaxed, stepping closer. âJust one slice wonât hurt your busy schedule.â You gestured toward the cake, decorated with a small, hand-painted skull and crossbones, a nod to his macabre interests.
His eyes flicked to the cake, a faint glimmer of curiosity breaking through his usual indifference. âYou know I canât eat that much sugar,â he said, though the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, almost forming a smile.
You grinned, sensing victory. âJust one slice. Then we can get back to your experiments. Deal?â
With a resigned sigh, Jiro turned off the device and straightened, his posture still rigid, but the hint of a challenge sparkled in his gaze. âAlright. One slice. But only if you help me organize these records afterward.â
You beamed, clapping your hands together. âDeal!â
As you both settled down with the cake, the moment felt oddly warm, despite Jiroâs usual cool demeanor. He watched you with a mix of curiosity and bemusement as you cut into the cake, a skillful slice that revealed the rich red interior. âIt looks⊠edible,â he remarked, his tone lightening just a bit.
âYou mean it looks delicious!â you shot back playfully, handing him a plate with a generous slice. âNow, blow out the candles. Make a wish!â
âWish? I suppose I could wish for more sleep,â he mused, his expression thoughtful. âOr maybe for an end to this endless nausea.â His eyes narrowed playfully as he glanced at you. âOr perhaps for you to stop bothering me about birthdays?â
You laughed, shaking your head. âHow about a wish for both? You could use some self-care in your life, you know.â
With a soft chuckleâsomething rare and genuineâJiro leaned forward, blowing out the candle with surprising fervor. âAlright. Wish made.â
You both dug into the cake and fed him in turns, the sweet taste juxtaposing the usual bitterness of his workload. As you chatted, sharing stories and laughing about the bizarre things that had happened in the lab, the tension eased from Jiroâs shoulders.
âSo, Jiro,â you teased, taking a sip from your cup, âhow does it feel to have a birthday celebrated?â
He paused, a shadow of a smile forming again. âHonestly? It feels⊠nice. Oddly nice.â He glanced at you, his expression softening as he added, âThank you for this.â
âAnytime,â you replied, feeling a warm glow inside. âJust remember to take care of yourself, okay? I wonât let you forget your own birthday again.â
He nodded, a sense of gratitude mingling with the usual stoicism, as if he were beginning to understand the importance of these moments amid the chaos of his life. The day wore on, and laughter filled the lab, transforming it from a place of isolation into one of camaraderie.
As evening descended, you both returned to the lab equipment, but the atmosphere had changed. Jiro was still the calm, composed figure you knew, but now there was a glimmer of something moreâperhaps it was hope, perhaps it was the promise of friendshipâshining beneath his cool exterior.
And for the first time in a long while, Jiro felt a little less like a ghoul and a little more like a person deserving of joy.
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O.R.C.A.âs Directory
(Finally coming back to this concept after several months ^^;)
O.R.C.A. in #re_rise doesnât just run Alterna in the background and give you ordersâ itâs a system you interact with regularly as the player; a database that facilitates your adventure and keeps track of your accomplishments. It is accessed through terminals placed at key spots on each site, which you have to find, activate, and physically walk to if you want to use them.
Most of the contents of the Menu (except the Sunken Scrolls) are now consolidated into O.R.C.A., along with a few bonus features~
Alterna Archive: Basically the Alterna Logsâ all the information about Alternaâs history, from creation to collapse (referencing my rewritten version of this backstory, of course). As you clear lab spaces with different weapons, earn Golden Eggs, activate terminals, collect Nostalgic Devices, etc., the files will be decrypted line by line. Basically, anything that contributes to your percent completion of the game will count towards thisâŠso just enjoy Alterna the way you like, and youâll eventually reveal the entire archive without too much extra effort. ^^ This story is O.R.C.A.âs gift to you; your reward for reawakening its home.
Lab Notebook: Notes written by the âmysterious researcherâ currently working in Alterna, earned in order from newest to oldest, so we can gradually learn what the Fuzzy Ooze is and why he made it, as well as his origin story and true identity (in his own words~). These replace âLog.exeâ from the actual game. Lab notes are found by reaching computers hidden within the lab spaces, kinda like the Power Egg packs. They are purposely placed in the more challenging spaces, and you must clear the space in order to take the note with youâ if you wanna learn the main antagonistâs secrets, you gotta put in the work. ^^
Wellness File: Records of Neo Agent 3âs responses to the environment, once you obtain the biometric monitor in Cryogenic Hopetown (more on that later). This is essentially an account of how the player character is feeling at each point in the storyâ a new entry will be created after each encounter with a major character (Deep Cut, the King Salmonids, the Squid Sisters, etc.) or a particularly interesting Alterna landmark. ;)
Nostalgia Index: List of all the Nostalgic Devices youâve collected, which Alterna citizens they belonged to, and what they used them for. The citizensâ names are redacted, but you do get to learn a bit about the different kinds of people who lived in Alterna, and connect with them through the items they left behind.
Skill Tree: Basically the same as the in-game version, minus the Hero Shot buffsâ in #re_rise you donât get the Hero Shot until you gain the Hero Gear in the last stretch of the game. Instead you borrow from weaponsâ lockers placed around AlternaâŠmeaning you can carry the weapon of your choice as you explore each site, offering you a wider variety of strategies to use on those balloon challenges, for instance. ^^ But I digressâŠ
Camera Roll: One of the Nostalgic Devices you can find is a digital camera, and once youâve obtained it, you can take pictures with it and upload them to the terminal (as well as your regular photo gallery, when youâre back on the surface). The Alterna Camera comes with its own special filters, and characters you aim it at will pose for you. ^^ This feature is basically just for funzies, but if you can snap a picture of that large figure lurking in the shadows, youâll earn a special clothing item.
Messages: Occasionally you will receive mysterious messages, warning you with increasing severity to stay out of their laboratory (and bring back their golden eggsâŠsure sounds familiar). Are these warnings for their sake or for yoursâŠ?
Map: Even the site maps are only accessible through the terminals, theyâre not available whenever. Maybe that would be a controversial choiceâŠbut I think itâd be okay in this instance, since (a) the Alterna islands are pretty small, and (b) Iâve invented a fun system that might helpâ the Sticker Beakons! ^^
Around Alterna, you can find Sticker Sheets with 3 Sticker Beakons each, to place and replace wherever you want on any island. They shine like actual beacons so you can use them to navigate while you wander around on foot, and once you reach a terminal you can jump to them like normal Squid Beakons. They come in different shapes and designs like the stickers from Hotlantis, and double as actual stickers you can place on your locker, once youâve found them in Alterna. ^^
I feel like forcing the player to walk around is more forgivable when you give them something cute and customizable like this to play with. :D If you want to use all 18 Sticker Beakons on one island at a time because youâre super directionally-challenged, you can. If you want to use them to simply mark your favorite Alterna landmarks so you can jump to them easily, you can do that too.Â
Maybe as a compromise, I might add a âReturn to Nearest Terminalâ option in the MenuâŠbut I think encouraging the player to get out there and actively explore canât hurt. Part of my philosophy with this re-concept is to make Alterna an interesting place that the player would WANT to explore, and all these added collectibles are part of that.
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So sorry for the long wait on this one guys! But I have already got some sketches for the next part done so hopeeefuullly it will go much smoother! Thank you for all your patience!
Also, time to learn about what the adults in this comic are up too- this will be a pretty short chapter. :DD
Also... disclaimer... I traced the first panel of Draxums lab from a screen shot from rise. I tried very hard to do it on my own, but it looked quite awful every time. I will be working on my drawing structures skills so I do not have to rely on that in the future. ^-^;
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A Birthday to Remember
Bucky Barnes x Reader One Shot
Summary : Reader is an Avenger, living in Avengers Tower and working together with Bucky as her partner at work. They secretly have feelings for each other but neither were courageous enough to say it. Until his birthday comes and she decides to throw him a surprise birthday party. However, his reaction is not what she expected..
Pairings : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Warning : none
Word count : 3k words
Read more Bucky/Sebastian one shots here : The Stan and Barnes Oddyssey
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A Birthday to Remember
A/N: This takes place in an alternate universe where Tony and Nat are still alive and Steve is still around.
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March in New York City was a month of thawing ice and budding possibilities. The city, caught between winter's last breath and spring's first whispers, mirrored the state of James "Bucky" Barnes' heartâcold yet hopeful.
For years, he'd been a soldier, an assassin, a man out of time. But in the quiet corners of Avengers Tower, Bucky found a new identity, not just as an Avenger but as a man who, despite the darkness of his past, had found a beacon of light in the form of Y/n, his work partner.
Y/n had been the first to see past the steel-blue eyes that carried the weight of decades of pain. She had a way of making the world seem a little less heavy, her laugh a little brighter, her presence a comfort in the storm that was his mind. But for all her warmth, Bucky kept his feelings for her locked away, fearful that letting them out might scare her off or, worse, tarnish the only good thing he had in his life.
It was the first week of March, and Bucky's birthday loomed on the horizon. Not that anyone ever made a fuss about it; it was just another day for him. But this year, Y/n decided that it would be different. She'd seen the way Bucky withdrew into himself, how he avoided attention, and how he seemed to carry the world on his shoulders even when they were supposed to be off-duty. A birthday celebration, she thought, could be a way to remind him that he wasn't alone.
Y/n spent the days leading up to Bucky's birthday planning meticulously. She reached out to their fellow Avengers, those who had become something of a family to them both. Steve, who knew Bucky better than anyone, was hesitant at first but eventually agreed, realizing that Y/n's intentions were pure. Natasha was all in, offering her own skills to ensure Bucky wouldn't suspect a thing, while Sam, ever the optimist, promised to keep the mood light and fun.
On the morning of Bucky's birthday, Y/n could barely contain her excitement. She'd set everything up in one of the smaller common rooms of Avengers Tower, a space that offered a cozy atmosphere and a stunning view of the city. A small banner reading "Happy Birthday, Bucky!" hung above the entrance, and a cake sat in the center of the room, decorated with a minimalist design that she knew Bucky would appreciate.
As the day progressed, Y/n kept a close eye on Bucky. He seemed to be his usual self, quiet and focused, but there was a slight tension in his demeanor, something that she couldn't quite place. When the time came, she led him to the common room under the pretense of needing help with something.
The moment he walked through the door, the lights flicked on, and a chorus of voices shouted, "Surprise!"
Bucky froze, his expression unreadable. The room was filled with familiar facesâSteve, Natasha, Sam, and even Tony, who had begrudgingly agreed to take a break from his lab for the occasion. Everyone was smiling, but the one face Bucky focused on was Y/n's, standing just a few feet away with a hopeful grin.
But instead of the smile she was hoping for, Bucky's face hardened. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the decorations, the cake, the people. It was all too much, too overwhelming. Without a word, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Y/n's heart sank. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She quickly excused herself and followed Bucky down the hall, her footsteps quickening as she saw him heading for the stairwell.
"Bucky!" she called out, but he didn't stop. "Bucky, wait!"
He finally halted halfway up the stairs, his back still to her. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
"Why did you do that?" he asked, his voice low and tight.
"I thought... I thought you'd like it," Y/n replied, her own voice trembling with uncertainty. "I just wanted to make you happy."
Bucky turned to face her, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and something elseâsomething deeper, more vulnerable.
"I don't need a party, Y/n. I don't need a room full of people staring at me, reminding me of everything I've lost, everything I can't get back."
Y/n blinked, taken aback by the intensity of his words. "I wasn't trying to remind you of anything. I justâ"
"You don't get it," Bucky cut her off, his voice rising. "You think you can just fix everything with a party, with cake and decorations? I don't want that. I don't need it."
The hurt in his words cut deeper than Y/n had expected. She took a step back, her own emotions bubbling to the surface.
"I'm sorry, Bucky. I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I care about you, okay? I wanted to do something nice for you because you mean a lot to me."
For a moment, there was silence. Bucky's anger seemed to deflate as he looked at Y/n, her eyes shining with unshed tears. He hadn't meant to hurt her, but the emotions he'd kept buried for so long had come rushing out, and now he didn't know how to take them back.
"Y/n, I..." he started, but the words caught in his throat. He took a deep breath and tried again. "I appreciate what you did, really. But... my birthday, it's just another reminder of how much time I've lost, of how much I've missed out on. And the last thing I wanted was for you to see me like this, feeling sorry for myself."
Y/n's expression softened as she took a step closer to him. "I don't see you that way, Bucky. I never have. I see someone whoâs been through hell and back, whoâs still fighting, still trying. And I... I care about you more than you know."
Bucky looked at her, really looked at her, and for the first time, he allowed himself to see the truth in her eyesâthe affection, the concern, the love sheâd been trying to show him all along. And in that moment, something shifted within him. The walls heâd built around his heart, the ones meant to keep people out, began to crumble.
"I care about you too, Y/n," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than Iâve cared about anyone in a long time. But I didnât know how to tell you. I didnât know if you felt the same way."
Y/n let out a soft, relieved laugh, wiping at the tears that had begun to fall. "Of course I do, Bucky. How could I not?"
Bucky took a tentative step toward her, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Iâm sorry for how I reacted. I just... I wasnât expecting it, and I didnât know how to handle it."
"Itâs okay," Y/n said, her hand coming up to cover his. "I should have talked to you first, asked what you wanted."
They stood there for a moment, the tension between them dissipating, replaced by something warmer, something more real. Bucky hesitated, then leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. "Thank you," he whispered. "For caring. For everything."
Y/n smiled, her heart swelling with affection for the man in front of her. "Happy birthday, Bucky."
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After the tension had melted away, Y/n and Bucky found themselves back in the common room, though it was now empty, their friends having discreetly departed to give them some space. The sun had set, and the lights of New York City twinkled outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over the room.
Bucky had never been one for grand gestures, but as he looked at the cake Y/n had made for him, he felt a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in years. It wasn't the party that matteredâit was the thought, the effort she had put in just for him. And more than that, it was the realization that she cared for him in a way he had never dared to hope for.
"Do you still want to celebrate?" Y/n asked, her voice soft, as if she was afraid of breaking the moment.
Bucky nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. But just the two of us, if that's okay."
Y/n's face lit up with a smile that made Bucky's heart skip a beat. "I'd like that."
They sat together on the couch, the cake between them, and Bucky watched as Y/n lit a single candle. The flickering flame illuminated her face, and for a moment, Bucky could hardly believe this was realâthat he was here, with her, on his birthday, and that she felt the same way about him as he did about her.
"Make a wish," Y/n said, her voice gentle.
Bucky looked at her, at the way her eyes sparkled with affection, and realized that he didn't need to wish for anything. Everything he wanted was right here in front of him.
Instead, he leaned forward and blew out the candle, his wish already fulfilled.
They spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, and sharing stories. It was the most relaxed Bucky had felt in years, and he couldn't help but marvel at how easy it was to be around Y/n, how she made him feel like he could finally be himself without fear of judgment.
As the night wore on, the lights of New York City continued to sparkle outside the windows, casting a soft, ambient glow across the room. The city was alive, but inside the common room, it felt like there was only the two of them. The remnants of the cake sat on the table, forgotten as they continued talking, lost in each other's company.
Bucky couldn't remember the last time he had felt this at ease. The weight he usually carried on his shoulders seemed lighter, the shadows in his mind a little less dark. Y/n had that effect on him. She always had. But now, knowing how she felt, everything seemed brighter.
They sat close together on the couch, their knees almost touching. Bucky found himself drawn to her in a way he had never let himself be before. Every time she laughed, it sent a warmth through his chest that he couldn't ignore. And every time she looked at him, he felt like she was seeing right through all the walls he had built up over the years.
"So, tell me," Y/n said, leaning back and turning to face him fully, "what was the best birthday you've ever had? I mean, before this one, of course."
Bucky smiled, though it was tinged with a bit of sadness. "It's been a long time since I had a birthday worth remembering. Back in the day, Steve and I would celebrate together. He'd always get me something, even if it was small. I remember one year, when we were still kids, he saved up for months to buy me a new jacket. It was nothing fancy, but it meant a lot."
Y/n listened intently, her eyes softening as she imagined a younger Bucky, happy and carefree. "He always was a good friend."
"Yeah," Bucky agreed, his smile growing. "He's the best."
There was a comfortable silence between them for a moment before Y/n spoke again, her voice gentle. "You know, Bucky, you deserve good things. You deserve happiness. I know it's hard to believe that sometimes, but it's true."
Bucky looked down at his hands, which were resting on his knees. It was difficult for him to accept that, to believe that he was worthy of anything good after everything he had done, everything he had been through. But when he looked back up at Y/n, he saw the sincerity in her eyes, and for the first time, he started to believe it might be true.
"Iâm trying," he admitted quietly. "It's just... it's hard to let go of the past."
Y/n reached out and placed her hand over his, her touch warm and reassuring. "You donât have to do it alone, you know. I'm here, Bucky. I want to help you, if you'll let me."
Her words settled over him like a comforting blanket. Bucky turned his hand over, so their palms were pressed together, and he gently squeezed her hand. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "For being here. For everything."
They sat like that for a while, just holding hands, neither of them wanting to break the moment. Eventually, though, Y/n glanced out the window and smiled. "Itâs getting late. How about we head up to the roof? The view up there is incredible, and it's one of my favorite spots in the Tower."
Bucky nodded, his curiosity piqued. "Lead the way."
They made their way up to the rooftop, the cool night air greeting them as they stepped outside. The city sprawled out before them, a sea of lights stretching as far as the eye could see. It was breathtaking, the kind of view that made you feel both small and connected to something much bigger at the same time.
Y/n led Bucky to the edge of the roof, where a small bench was nestled between some planters filled with flowers and greenery. It was a peaceful spot, far enough from the bustle of the city below to feel like they were in their own little world.
"Wow," Bucky said softly as he took in the view. "This is... incredible."
Y/n smiled, pleased that he liked it. "I come up here a lot when I need to clear my head. It's quiet, and the view always helps me put things in perspective."
They sat down on the bench, side by side, and for a moment, they just enjoyed the silence, the beauty of the city stretching out before them. Bucky could feel the warmth of Y/n's shoulder against his, and it was a comfort he hadn't realized he needed.
"This was a good idea," Bucky said after a while. "Coming up here, I mean. I can see why you like it."
"I'm glad you think so," Y/n replied, her voice soft. She glanced over at him, her expression thoughtful. "Bucky, there's something I need to tell you."
He turned to look at her, his heart suddenly racing. "What is it?"
Y/n took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "Iâve wanted to tell you this for a while, but I wasnât sure how youâd react. But after tonight, after everything, I canât keep it to myself anymore."
Bucky felt his pulse quicken, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety swirling in his chest. "Y/n, whatever it is, you can tell me."
She met his gaze, her eyes full of emotion. "I care about you, Bucky. A lot. More than Iâve ever cared about anyone. And I know youâve been through so much, that you have your own demons to fight. But I want to be there for you, to help you through it. I want... I want to be with you, if youâll have me."
The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, Bucky couldnât breathe. He had imagined this, dreamed of it even, but he had never dared to hope it could be real. And now, here she was, offering him everything he had ever wanted but was too afraid to ask for.
"I..." Bucky started, his voice thick with emotion. "Y/n, I... Iâve wanted to tell you the same thing, but I was too scared. I didnât want to drag you into my mess, into the darkness that follows me everywhere."
Y/n shook her head, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek. "Youâre not dragging me into anything, Bucky. Iâm choosing this. Iâm choosing you. And I donât care about the darkness, because I see the light in you too. Youâre a good man, Bucky Barnes, and you deserve to be happy."
Bucky leaned into her touch, his eyes closing as he absorbed her words. They were like a balm to his soul, soothing the wounds he had carried for so long. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the love and determination in hers, and he knew that this was real, that she meant every word.
"I want to be with you too, Y/n," he said, his voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside him. "I donât know how to do this, how to be with someone, but I want to try. I want to try with you."
A smile spread across Y/n's face, one that lit up her entire being. "Weâll figure it out together."
Without thinking, Bucky leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, a kiss that was both tender and filled with the promise of something more. Y/n responded immediately, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. It was a kiss that spoke of all the things they had been too afraid to say, all the feelings they had kept hidden for so long.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless, but neither of them could stop smiling.
"Happy birthday, Bucky," Y/n whispered, her forehead resting against his.
Bucky chuckled softly, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. "Best birthday ever."
They spent the rest of the night on the rooftop, wrapped in each other's arms, watching the city that never slept. It was a night filled with quiet conversation, shared warmth, and the promise of a future together. As the first light of dawn began to break over the horizon, Bucky knew that he had finally found something worth fighting forâsomeone who made him believe in the possibility of happiness, of love.
And as they sat there, with the city waking up around them, Bucky realized that this was just the beginning.
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