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sansxfuckyou · 1 year

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A Draconic Alteration

Summary: When your cells start to destabilize or overproduce, you can fight it, and ignore it, but, that isn't exactly a wise choice when dealing with non-human cells.

Warnings: light body horror, swearing, mild gore, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: People still like dragons right? Dragons are still in right? I sure hope so, reblogs are appreciated!

Kys Gear cells have become unstable.

Dizzy can feel it, Sol can feel it, even Sin can feel it, but Ky can't, not attuned to how they act like his Gear family is.

He listens when they tell him whats going on, he listens but he doesn't change a thing about how often he utilizes them because he would know best of all if his body was failing him, right? Apparently not, Faust had to explain to him that close people will notice things that oneself doesn't from time to time, he didn't believe it.

But then it started to show through. His balance would falter for seemingly no reason. His body would quake in spastic tremors on and off relentlessly. His brain refused to filter nor keep in the thoughts he liked to keep personal. And it happened in the form of once infrequent episodes, they used to happen every two months, then once a month, twice he could handle and predict so he wouldn't have to be seen when it did. Then it started to happen thrice a month, and then it went to happening whenever it so desired. (Each time it gets worse)

His skin had started to change color as well, first becoming paler and sickening gray before slowly morphing to a charcoal blue with flickers of brightness; its only changed in some patches. His teeth have sharpened greatly, he used to blunt them every night, they were sharp in the morning, he just extracts them before he goes to sleep now; they always come back just as sharp if not more. His hair has grown out again, it always does, now it grows faster, and each time he cuts it off, the tips seem to darken to a deep, navy, ashes; he smells burnt now no matter what shampoo he uses.

(His body is larger as well, he doesn't notice, his family does)

Even when he catches a glimpse of his reflection, he can't believe its him because all he sees is a monster, he knows he has to ignore it and continue his duties.

Ky still knows he'll end up a monster one day, at the rate things are going it'll be sooner than later, he doesn't bring it up though. When asked if he's feeling alright, he lies and says he's feeling perfectly fine, even though its clear his gaze is fixated on what hes becoming. Fixated on his charcoal hands that flicker aqua and fingers turned to talons, fixated on his deep blue scales that spread slowly across his once unblemished skin, fixated on his bio-luminescent eyes in the mirror that glow in darkness.

He just hopes that his family will still love him when he is gone and a monster is all that remains.

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"Ky, I need you to breathe," Sol instructed as he stared in horror at his son in laws morphing form, he edged away, but kept his tone still, a set of glowing blue eyes with red pupils stared at him from between clawed hands.

"Breathe? You want me to fucking breathe?!" Ky roared at Sol as his bones reformed and his muscles stretched and bolstered to match his changing form, his skull melding into one much more reptilian with somewhat sharp angles, two great horns starting to jut out and hair hardening into scaled plating fast.

"Yes I want you to fucking breathe! If you calm down it'll slow the destabilization!" Sol shouted up at Ky who started to keel over, once bipedal quickly morphing to quadrupedal, landing on his knees, clothes straining to contain his scaled and growing form.

"I can't!" Ky snapped back, giving a shout of pain as his spinal cord shifted and his neck jutted awkwardly, his back rounded and tail bone changing fast as a large tail started to form, that same deep navy tone.

"Okay, okay, just- listen to my counting! In on three, then out on three!" Sol shouted up and Ky opened his eyes, there was more than before, and he listened as Sol counted.

Pace of his heart coming back down a considerable amount as he drew air in and pushed it back out at a much steadied pace, it didn't stop the transformation though. His back still bubbled furiously and his tail still formed, ridges tearing through scaled skin for each vertebrae in place, his clothes tore but he knew his dignity would stay preserved with his new form. Soon his eyes closed, all of them, two smaller horns protruded outwards and his once taloned hands and feet turned to scaled paws made for tearing flesh.

His mouth slit open for a second and Sol saw hundreds if not thousands of micro fangs that flattened, resting behind the regular set of chompers. Fear shot through Sols body as he watched the coloration of the monsters underbelly fade out to something lighter, and the tail stop growing and the legs stop reconstructing. He knew that Ky must've been somewhere deep inside, but the second that monster woke up, the first king would never resurface again. But, it wasn't complete, he recognized the colors as being Kys Dragon Install, but for a dragon it was lacking something important.

Then, something so grotesque it was majestic happened.

In a burst of blood, flesh and cerebrospinal fluids, two glorious wings burst from the monsters back, outstretched for a second before coming down. In the second they were up, Sol could see they were dripping, and that the membrane was aqua and the supports were the same charcoal blue as the rest of the body. They continued to drip as fluids oozed from the holes they emerged from and trickled between scales, it was so gross, but entrancing, he would want to see it again, but never actively seek it out.

Sols breathing halted in his chest as hot air cackling with sparks filtered in and out of the monsters nose and mouth, he couldn't move, he hoped no one had heard. He wants to run, he wants to leave, he needs to go somewhere that isn't directly in front of this creature that could slaughter him with the tip of its claw. He physically can't, his heart is pounding, sending what felt like gallons blood at a mile a minute, palms perspiring and his body shaking like never before.

(That's a lie, he shook like that all the time when he was a kid.)

(He doesn't want to think about when he was a kid.)

He takes a step back, eyes start to flutter open, he goes to turn, he goes to run, but the near thunderous shake in the ground of the monster named Ky shifting position caused his balance to falter. He doesn't fall down, he just keeps on trekking, a bit slower, but still deliberately, he freezes again when slitted pupils veer through him as a scaled maw comes closer to his body. He doesn't dare move an inch, the breath that once washed over him is heavier now, makes his hair stand up; clawed paws until the beast has him circled.

It doesn't move though, it doesn't attack him.

Instead, a prehensile tail catches his ankles in a vice, hoisting him up as he activates his weapon, trying to stay intimidating as the hundred eyed, electric dragon tilted its head. Forked tongues flicker between teeth, and those slitted pupils turn to wide obsidian orbs circled in in blazing blue, hot saliva hits him in thin strips and he shudders, disgusting. Then he was dropped between the spires that were horns, his skin buzzed with electricity and he could hear his ears ring, it felt numbing. He had to grasp a horn when wings shook as they pumped, the beast could barely lifted itself into the air, and now, now he could see everyone staring; Sin and Dizzy from the windows, scared.

He still wasn't being hurt in any, way shape or form by this horrid creature, this abomination of faltering cells. He was nearly trying to slice through scales when he felt it glide to the windows that Sin and Dizzy stood behind, neither moved. He didn't when the dragon came to perch just in front of it, staring in with those big eyes, tongues slipping between knives. Sin inched closer first, so did Ky, or, what Ky had become, the electricity caused the windows to shatter and both startled before Dizzy came to stand in front of his maw. Snakelike tongues flickered out, getting her scent like a snake, slobbering like a dog, she giggled a bit before running her hand along the scaled paws dug into the walls; talons split bricks through to the other side.

Then Sol realized what Ky had become.

A giant, scaly dog.

Sol slid down the front of Kys skull, trotting across the snout before dropping down next to Dizzy and Sin, trying his hardest not to cower under the gaze of hundreds of eyes. Sin walked up next, this time that same prehensile tail, now split at the ends, gripped him at the waist, he squirmed and the grip loosened. The sheer size difference was absurd, Sin and Ky once being close to the same size, now one a dragon that would most likely end up being hunted down; Sin was in denial, shaking a bit.

"Do you think we'll be able to turn him back?" Dizzy asked, Sol shrugged his shoulders, unable to procure an answer.

"Do you think Illyria will be fine without the first king?" Sol asked back, Dizzy shook her head, two kings would not be enough.

"Do you think he'll be comfortable sleeping on the castle?" Dizzy asked, gesturing a little bit to her husbands now scaled form, light blue underbelly that glowed like charcoal and deep navy back, electrical spires on his head and a split tail.

"Do you think the castle will be able to hold his weight?" Sin asked, butting into the conversation and trying to be polite as he was spun around in the grip of tails, ending up being placed in the open maw of Kys muzzle, fangs down, Sin still froze up in fear as he was held in the open mouth, electricity washing over him; Dizzy responded instantly.

"Ky! Drop him, now." Dizzy demanded as though the dragon was a mere mutt, Ky did exactly as told, his son covered in rivulets of saliva and shaking, but it only took a second for him to start grinning.

"Do it again! Do it again!" Sin chanted as he shook in excitement, the dragon gave a quizzical look to Dizzy, eyes in a soft glaze of red, maw glued shut, he got a soft nod before he cracked open his mouth, fangs flat and tongues laid down and stilled.

Sin practically hopped in, just sitting down on the mass of forked tongues, leaned against the back of fangs, the blunt side. Electricity tingled on his skin and it kept him awake, like a shot of caffeine injected directly into his bloodstream and he liked it, loved it even; the way the insides pulsed, the ridges on the roof, and the slight squirm of the tongues below. It was an experience, he knew he had to leave eventually, but he kind of found it, safe, to be inside a creature of such stature that couldn't be felled.

"I wonder how Leo'll react to seeing the first king like this," Sol said with a bit of a chuckle, leaning against the edge of Kys jaw, the dragon gave a rumbling purr that had Sol startling and Sin grasping for a tooth, he left promptly, "he's coming over today right?"

"Yes, although, I don't think it'll be wise," Dizzy said, glancing down to the ground as Ky slowly closed his mouth, letting a few of his tongues stay out, flickering in the air like a snakes, that was probably how he smelt best now.

"You kidding me? It'll be fucking hilarious," Sol said, elbowing his daughter with a sharp grin on his face.

"I do suppose you have a point, but where will Ky wait? He's a little bit too big to fit anywhere inside the castle now," Dizzy asked, worried about her husband as with his new size he would no doubt have a much larger appetite, and with how much space he takes up, could the world even sustain one dragon? She supposes the world is about to find out.

"He can sleep by the parapets, in between the roofs, in the courtyard, we'll figure it out," Sol said, placing a hand on Dizzys shoulder as Ky gave another chirping sound, staring at his family.

"Do you think dads still in there?" Sin asked.

"I hope so," Sol said.

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samuskitchen · 2 years

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idk when my excitement for botdb died but man i need to stick to shorter series with longer chapters

#i think it’s cuz i’m crushing on a guy three years older than me #and now i feel like a little kid writing mermaid fanfics 💀#🌀. botdb #🌀. dizzy cries

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autistic-katara · 4 months

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alr ignore everything i said im fine

#can’t remember how many posts i made abt that but after hysterically crying/having an anxiety attack in the shower #+ smoking the majority of a cigarette which i’m almost definitely allergic to #i’m fine #the weird dizzy affect i get calms me down in the moment #so i am not at risk of anything but possibly getting in major trouble if one of my parents decides to go into my bathroom before the smell #clears away #and i’ve managed to get myself to a point where i’m almost definitely not gonna throw up #so yeah might write a fanfic to try nd cope or i might just sleep idk #my short term problems r solved even if my long term ones rlly arent #it’s almost 2am rn ignore me #ryan shut the fuck up

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raddishwrites · 1 year

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Go read chapter two you animals

#fanfic #rk1k #my writing #ao3 #reed900 #I’m cranky bc I’m working on a scene where Connor is a dizzy enraged feral cat and it’s bleeding into my psyche #I’m sorry I called you animals #I made a bad meme for this discord but I hate it so I’m not putting it here #… I need to stop and eat something omfg #i’m fine it’s fine

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daenysx · 1 month

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hello!! Your writings are amazing, can i get a james x female reader where reader gets jealous for some reason but she doesn’t say anything and james notices something is bothering her and just lots of fluff? Have a great day!!

i love how i can write fanfic with honest and dreamy characters, james is literally perfect for this! thank you for requesting lovely, i hope you enjoy

james potter x fem!reader

there's a girl at the party who wears your boyfriend's jacket.

you don't react because she's obviously james's friend. james stands next to her, talking to sirius and he doesn't see you standing at the door yet. you look around; you see remus drinking and talking to lily at the corner, marlene and dorcas are busy trying on a new lip gloss and they are clearly drunk. you don't think about the girl you don't know yet, maybe she's cold and james is so lovely, he gave his jacket without thinking anything-

well, there is something which you can't explain in this scenario. the girl keeps leaning towards james, her hand slowly makes its way to touch his arm. she's smiling, she keeps talking to sirius at the same time. she's leaning again, and again, until she presses her head to james's shoulder.

there's a pit in your chest, the possesiveness and the jealousy fill it cruelly. james looks dizzy, he flinches a bit, and he doesn't even look at the girl's direction. his eyes are on sirius, he laughs at him loudly but still it doesn't make you feel any better. she wears his jacket and she touches him, you are begging yourself to go get your boy but it's like your feet are stuck here. your lip twitches, you blink slowly until the ache in your chest lessens.

you take a few steps towards them, finally. james sees you and a huge smile forms on his face. he shrugs off, the girl backs off, james realizes there's an actual person on his shoulder. all of it happens in a second and suddenly you are pulled against james's chest, making an eye contest with sirius black.

"oh, hello." sirius says, he's clearly more drunk than james. "you look gor-geous."

you smile at him, james pulls you to his chest even closer. "thanks, siri. you look like you're having fun."

sirius gives you a charming smile. "i'm having too much fun mocking your boyfriend's new haircut, lovely."

"okay, stop flirting with my girl you dickhead." james says.

you still don't know who the girl is but that's because the boys haven't tried to introduce her. you fix james's hair. "i think it's nice." you say, referring to his haircut. he really looks good.

"yeah?" james whispers. "you like it?"

you nod, james leans in to kiss you. your lips meet halfway and sirius makes a stupid sound he always makes when you show affection in front of him. "ugh, it's like seeing my parents."

you smile, the girl and her hands are almost forgotten. she doesn't let you forget her though, she touches james's arm again and offers him his jacket back and smiles at him.

"thank you, james. i had a great time with you." she says. she makes a great job at ignoring you and your hand on james's back shakes. she leaves, james holds his jacket. you hide your face to his chest. you can't handle your boyfriend being so sweet and oblivious sometimes, you can't help but remember how she looked at james and how she tried to touch him further.

james still doesn't realize anything. he keeps talking to sirius, he thinks you're tired and that's the reason why you still hold onto him like you're hiding. you are not sure if you should feel this much of jealousy but she had his jacket and she touched him and she ignored you and she smiled-

"baby." james's voice interrupts you. "are you okay?"

you nod. "i'm fine. just tired."

"do you want to leave?" his voice sounds like he's sobering up, the effect of drinks slowly leaves his system as he sips ice cold water. you nod, he takes your hand and leads you outside. he passes your drunk friends carefully, you take a huge breath when your face meets the fresh air.

the street is quiet, james still holds your hand. you take another breath, looking at his eyes. you know he doesn't believe you when you say you're okay and act far from okay, but he doesn't push it. he just looks at you with his pretty eyes full of questions.

you can't resist, you can't hide anything from him for too long anyway. "that girl- um, she was wearing your jacket."

"yeah, she's an old friend from school. she said she forgot her jacket and she was cold."

you know he is honest, james has no reason to lie to you. "right." you say. "but well, i just noticed how she kept touching you and- it looked like she was trying to get close to you, i think."

james lifts an eyebrow. "wait, really?" he's cute when he tries to process what happened. "i mean, i don't know her intentions but- that's weird now that i think about it."

maybe it would be hard to believe if it were someone else but you trust james with your entire heart. you know he's open and honest with you all the time, you never had any reason to doubt him. he looks concerned right now, like he hurt you somehow. you squeeze his fingers. he pulls you closer to hug your shoulders.

"i'm sorry, sweetheart." he says against your hair. "i imagine how that must make you feel."

"it's not your fault jamie." you say back. "you were only talking to sirius, i don't even think you realized her touching your arm, you were a bit drunk, remember?"

james hums, your words help but probably because he tries to create the image you saw in his head, he frowns.

you tilt your head back to kiss his frown off. james accepts your kiss hungrily, he kisses you back with adoration. his hands cup your cheeks, thumbs rubbing your skin until you relax.

you give him a smile. "i love how nice you are to people."

james kisses your forehead. "i might be less nice, from now on my girl will be the only one who wears my jacket."

you blush, that sounds good actually. "james-"

"i don't want to see you upset. i'd be upset if i were you."

"thank you, baby." you say. "but you don't have to act differently, i love you exactly the way you are."

james thinks for a moment. "okay. then let's say i'll be more careful to understand people's intentions."

"let's go our home." you whisper. james nods with a kiss on your head.

you kiss him fondly on his cheek, your heart feels like it'll explode out of love. you smile, james's frown fully disappears. you hug him properly, putting your head on his shoulder, feeling his fingers on your hair.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x fem!reader #james x reader #james x you #james potter fic #james potter imagine #james potter fluff #marauders #marauders fluff #marauders fics #marauders imagine

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dykeomania · 3 months

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lovergirl!hazel headcanons

｡.｡ just some evidence of a love that transcends hunger, tbh.

a/n: i needed a break from writing a fic and wanted to write something sappy. this is the something sappy in question. wanted it to give how-you-become-hazel's-lover -> what she does when you're actually her lover vibe but it just got real mushy. i like it. i hope you like it, too. proofread, but i'm blind as fuck + i'm rusty, so.

tags: gender neutral (i think. i may have fucked up once or twice. please correct me if i did, i proofread fr fr over time. not intended for cis men), body neutral, and poc friendly. some niche reader things (tarot mention, reader wears makeup). mild nsfw -- kissing, making out, heavy petting. almost third base. starts in high school, ends in college.

practice fanfic etiquette. please don't plagiarize or repost my stuff.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who sits up straight on the edge of your bathtub and looks up at you in complete awe when you're getting ready. she's got the dumbest, most lovesick puppy look in her eyes as she watches her lover line her lips, and apply a sheer coat of gloss on top. when they turn around to ask if it's even, hazel smiles so wide that it makes the apples of her cheeks sore.

she doesn't really know if it looks okay, she just knows that she wants to kiss you.

she only manages an mhm because it's what you want from her and, well.. at this point, hazel's convinced that she'd drop just about everything to give whatever you want.

you snicker, closing the space between you in slow and steady strides. "what are you looking at, huh?" you teases, grin stretched across lips lined nude, gleaming pink.

"mmm..." hazel can't help but like, drunklenly (she's dead sober).. haphazardly loop you in by the belt loop, head tilting easily to the right. "yyyyyou."

her eyes droop as she falls victim to the familiar spell that you cast over her. one that starts with you taking her face in her hands, and bringing yourself close enough for to take in all at once. she's made dizzy by the smell of your conditioner, made defenseless by the familiar trace of your body wash radiating off of your skin.

"what're you looking at me for?" you grin, your hands hot on her cheeks as you stand between her legs.

"why wouldn't i wanna look at you?" hazel gently manages, hand finding comfortable purchase on your hips. she grips gently with admiration, fingertips pressing into sacred flesh of something, someone, who she couldn't believe is hers. "you're just so pretty."

but let's take a few steps back first,

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who meets you purely by coincidence. you don't go to fight club, and you don't do cheer. you don't have any classes together, you hardly even know of each other. you do, however, have to work concessions for football together one night.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who doesn't talk much, and honestly standing next to you feels kinda stupid with the bruise that she has on her cheek. she usually never really cares and she's usually super talkative -- she doesn't talk much because well.. she doesn't really know.. how to. how to talk to pretty people -- well, it's not like she finds you pretty, it's just.. anyways,

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who makes some dumb joke about athletes and you kind of snort.. and she's immediately charmed. hazel callahan who has a desire to keep you entertained, and continues to do so throughout the remainder of the game.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who actually is in your class, but, neither of you just really noticed. hazel callahan who sits next to you in the weeks following. who spends her free periods with you. who eats lunch with you. who eventually gets around to telling you about fight club, over turkey and rye sandwiches.

"so you just, like..." you take a break from chewing, tonguing some bread out of your back molar. "punch the shit out of each other, and it's school-sponsored?"

"...well, yeah. but in like a self-defense, queer way. bring people together, create some solidarity. a safe-space on campus for queer community, kind of thing."

"oh okay, so like, in a slay way," you revise.

hazel stares. scoffing out a gentle laugh. "uh... yeah.." hazel furrows her brows, shaking her head. "um.. what does that.. what does that, like, mean?"

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who becomes your best friend.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who really likes you. like, as a person.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who likes you maybe a little bit too much.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who doesn't know how to embroider, so when you embroidered her converse -- creating a wreath of vines, speckled with bright little flowers around the all star symbol -- she was so happy. but she felt so bad because she didn't know how to repay you.

"let me make it up to you?" she insists, fingers playing with your own, but not creating enough distraction to prevent you from protesting.

"what?" you scoff, subconsciously locking her hands with yours, as though you're about to declare a thumb war. "no, how?"

"i don't know! this is so nice, let me like..." hazel shrugs voice dropping timidly, "..take you out or something."

a beat passes, one that feels like forever. a large enough one to create space for all the butterflies to rumble around both of your stomachs, and for the elephant to pass through the room. hazel can't tell if it's your hand that's begun to sweat in your grasp, or if it's hers.

your eyes narrow at her, grin stretched into something cheshire as you shake your hand, and hers. "i think you just wanna take me out on a date."

hazel smiles sheepishly, cheeks flushing a bright flamingo. she shrugs, next words quiet and intentional,

"so what if i do?"

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan doesn't know how to embroider but she does have an eye for wildflowers. when the girl who shows up at your doorstep, it's with a dorky smile, a batch of spring, and a bandaid wrapped around her index finger and her thumb. the flowers that she biked about an hour north to pluck -- from a field she discovered after having simply gone too far -- are bunched together and wrapped in a trader joe's paper bag, the kind that her mom always leaves in the kitchen under the sink. she put the boquet together herself. spent too much time thinking about whether or not you would like the arrangement or the colors, probably went to the store to grab a few of your favorite flowers that she couldn't find.

"oh, these are for you. see, i tried to make this whole thing, like.. semi.. transactional. again, like, i don't really know how to embroider flowers, or like anything really, so... these were next best thing, i guess." she offers, as though it's nothing.

"you look.. really nice." hazel's eyes linger, stricken and dumb. she fills her lungs with air, huffing out her next sentence. "are yoooouuu.. ready to go?"

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who thinks that star signs mean nothing, and doesn't know jackshit about crystals or anything of the like. but hazel callahan who is all eyes and ears, criss-cross-apple-sauce with you on her floor, as she watches you knock your knuckles on a deck of tarot cards and shuffle through them for what you called a "semi unreliable, two-card reading."

hazel callahan who jumps a little when two cards fly out from the deck. who furrows her eyebrows when you turn the over. an the lovers and two of cups, both upright.

"what..." she snorts. "what does that mean?"

"um.." she watches you blush. "it means.." and she blushes when your eyes linger on hers, and then look up. feels her stomach flutter when she watches you take a deep breath in through your nose, like you're shuffling through all of the words in your head.

"...let's just saaaaayyyy... nnnew connections might be coming your way, soon."

hazel has no fucking idea what that means, looking at you, she surely could hope that that's true.

...

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who is shocked that you want to like.. have a sleepover with her. this doesn't really happen to her. like at all. but it's happening with you, so she's down.. but it has to be planned. hazel callahan pulls out all the stops to try to make sure that it's.. well, perfect, she guesses? she makes sure that it's on a weekend where her mom is out of town (not even because she wants to do anything but you know how her mom is). she asks you what all of your favorite snacks are beforehand, and offers to go get more if you run out. she makes sure that you have satin pillowcases if you have textured hair, just in case you forget a bonnet, or anything. probably does that regardless of whether or not that's applicable to you, because she hears it's better for your skin and what not. she gets a weighted blanket for you and some extra pillows + takes out an extra throw if she knows that you get cold easily, or damn near strips her bed down to just one comforter and gets a desk fan to face her bed if she knows that you get too hot.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who you create a shared movie list with, and who will sit with you and watch all of your favorite movies. all of your least favorite movies. will watch movies that you insist that she must see and will do so with very little fight because it's whatever you want, really. hazel callahan who is very quickly realizing that she would do whatever you wanted, as long as it meant that it got you to smile.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ (hazel callahan who, granted, talks through a lot of those fucking movies. like. hazel callahan who has a really fucking hard time paying attention to movies.)

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who clearly has overthought everything. who laughs at and understands all of your dumb jokes and is always a little shocked when you laugh at hers. who lets you rest your head on her shoulder when you watch movies in her home-theater. who lays with you in her bed and compares your tiktok for you page with hers and finds it a little too easy to poke fun of you. finds it not as easy to remain calm when your head rests comfortably on her chest, and thus hopes to god that all of the cringy tiktok audios are masking the sound of her heart beating out of her chest.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who looks at you when you mention that it's getting late, and insists that there's a guest room if you wanna sleep in there, or an air mattress that she was supposed to blow up.

"it's too late for that, though." you frown.

"no," hazel, being hazel, is quick to reassure, shaking her head. "no, no, i could totally blow it up. we have an automated pump, it'll take like 20 minutes."

"mm, i don't know, it's still kinda late for all of that..."

hazel blinks at you. her eyebrows raise, corners of her lips gently upturning. "okay. i mean, do you wanna take the guest room?"

you look up at her, eyes big on purpose. "that guest room's kinda scary." you lift a brow. "it's dark. and cold."

hazel thinks she might.. be tripping. she has to be. her blink is slow, and her face knots together, and releases -- the way it does when she gets all timid and indecisive. "o..kay..." she grins nonetheless, furrowing her eyebrows. "so then .. where are you gonna sleep?"

"..i mean.." you burn, and so does she. "...i could just sleep here with you?"

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who can't help but feel girlish and vulnerable laying in her bed with you, her stomach tied in knots over how there is nothing usual about this situation. fully seeing you in your pajamas. feeling the gentle flesh of your bare calves rub against hers. being within such close proximity of you that she can still smell the lingering remnants of soap on your skin from your shower.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who dares to let her finger dance on your upper bicep, but that's just about it, really.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who only nudges closer only when you nudge closer. who only lowers her voice, when you lower your voice. who only holds eye contact when you start it, but is always the first to look away.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who falls into a trap: eye contact held after some conversation that did not, and does not matter. she follows your eyes down, chocolate eyes focusing on the arch of your cupids bow. she does tilt her head up to find her nose nudging softly against the underside of yours. she doesn't know how you two got this close. hazel callahan who feels her hands grow sweaty, feeling your breath linger over her the chap of her lips. who nearly stiffens when she feels your hand press into her back, but instead arches into the crevice your body makes and presses her palm against your hip.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who does what she thinks she's supposed to do, and kisses you -- soft and gentle, like the whispers that fluttered over both of your lips earlier. brief, and endearing.

her lips stick to yours, and then her lips press into yours. and then her lips open when yours do, and her hand tightens on you when yours does.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who has no fucking idea what she's doing. like, seriously. she kind of knows -- i mean, okay, yeah, she knows how to kiss, but this is, like.. not just a kiss. hazel's kisses are brief. gentle, maybe a little slow. never this deep. hazel callahan who forgets herself when her fingers weave through your hair. hazel callahan who doesn't recognize the way her breath shakes in your throat when your fingers ambitiously sift through her thick, black locks and pull.

hazel callahan whose lips slot over yours, and unlock. who leans forward when you lean back, and is almost nearly on top of you.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who doesn't know what to do with her hand, so she puts it everywhere. glides it over your side, presses it over the expanse of your lower back. who smooths her hand under your shirt and marvels in the way your skin burns against her palm. who itches to explore, traversing over your stomach, venturing up, up, and up--

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who stops dead in her tracks when you hum something sour in her mouth and grab her wrist. who looks at you stunned with parted lips as you softly shake your head against hers.

"not yet," you pant, opening your eyes to look at her. "not yet."

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who bats her lashes, dizzy with affection yet sobered from your action. she knows how you sound. not like you're rejecting her, but like you're admitting something, which you.. might be. something that she understands. regardless, she understands.

but she burns bright with embarrassment, stomach rattling with a guilt that crawls up her throat and wraps around it, tightening and tightening...

"yeah," she manages a whispers after a while. somehow, it's still raspy. "yeah, okay.."

"okay.."

"...m'sorry--"

"don't be," you shake your head. "keep kissing me."

you rush, and it's kind of just in time. whatever stinging was lingering in her chest subsides as you bring yourself closer, lips softly capturing her lower lip in affirmation after hazel just stares at you.

hazel callahan who blinks, oscillating between consciences, dazed and a little confused. she's cautious and readjusted, her hand only lingering over your side as she whispers a faint "are you sure..?"

the sentence dissolves when on the tip of hazel's tongue when her lips find yours again, at your action, which is her answer. hazel callahan who listens. who lets you take her hand and place it somewhere that feels more comfortable, somewhere that's right and yet still sensual.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who is wiped, but intentional with every kiss that either you or her leads, every swipe of her lips over your jaw, every tender kiss that you let her place against the stretch of your neck.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who will admire within her bounds. kissing you, and drowning in you until she is simply too sleepy to continue. until she is dizzy and feels comfortable enough to nuzzle her face somewhere into the crook of you, breathing you in until you become a part of her dreams,

and she will wake -- in the morning, and in the middle of the night -- only to have a hard time believing that she isn't still dreaming.

...

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who kind of has to get used to.. all of it. who crushes, even though she's already "achieved," so to speak. who grins at her phone when she's texted, who finds any excuse to facetime you and keep you on the line -- sometimes just so that she can look at you. who finds any excuse to be around you.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who you can't get rid of once you go both go to college. who facetimes you whenever, who visits you on weekends. who comes into your space and steals all of your sweatshirts and your pajama pants and of course, all of your spare time.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel "no, i can make that for you" callahan who can't embroider, but can crochet. she will buy you that jellycat that you really want, a hundred percent. hazel callahan will also greet you with a fucked up rendition of said stuffed animal that you wanted (giving jamdog, perhaps) and furrows her eyebrows when you have to hide your laugh with your hand.

"what?" she asks, grin dulling only for a moment. "do you not like it?"

"no it's--" you cover your mouth. "it's perfect." you cackle. when you cup her cheeks, all the worry and fear of judgement fades. sort of. at least enough. "you're perfect, babe. i love it."

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who does, in fact, keep a picture in her wallet of her lover, ready at all times. hazel callahan who weaves her lover into casual conversation.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who still doesn't really understand figure of speech all that well so when you say things like "i wish you could just come over," she literally goes "..well like, i could,"

and then proceeds to make like, a three hour drive.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who keeps the picture that you hate of yourself as her lockscreen and it's not to spite you, it's because she thinks you're beautiful, and she has no idea what you're talking about.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who figures out what names you like to be called by throwing everything at a wall and seeing that sticks. pretty. handsome. lover. angel. baby. and when she does find one, one that makes you blush just about as hard as she does every time you even look in her direction, she holds it over your head to high heavens. makes it your contact name. uses it to punctuate reassuring sentences, when she greets you, when she tells you goodnight.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who gets to take you on real dates, and gets excited to. who gets giddy when you get ready. who gets to fix your hair and come up behind you when you take mirror selfies once you're finished. who now feels comfortable enough to place her hands at the mid-point of your waist and let them venture toward your frontside while she rests her chin on your shoulder, and leans in to kiss your cheek. who tells you you smell nice, and makes you smile when she buries her face into some part of you and literally just goes rahhhh!!!!

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who is also stuck sometimes, in moment such as these, watching the wonder who she has had a crush on since high school -- jesus, has it really been that long? -- with gentle eyes and a completely disarmed disposition.

hazel callahan who is honestly such a fucking loser -- like, literally, loser-since-birth, no-hope-since-middle-school, gay-haircut-and-new-repotoire-can't-save-you, loser, and can't help but ponder and marvel over how someone like you is in her hands. in her face. in her life.

"m'not that pretty," you insist, fingers weaving through her hair, nails etching at hazel's scalp in a way that hazel has grown to like. love, even.

her eyes flicker over your face, smile lopsided and eyes heavy like despite everything, you don't even know the half of it. she scoffs, voice hardly above a whisper,

"yeah no, you are so much more than pretty."

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #lesbian #wlw #bisexual #sapphic #ruby cruz #ruby cruz x reader #bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #lets go lesbians

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queen-of-fanfics · 10 months

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I Told You To Stay

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Prompt: Peter told you to stay.

A/N: Ayoooo lol I'm alive. Anywho Y'ALL I GRADUATED COLLEGE and the first thing I accomplished after was writing this fanfic. How have y'all been? Now I have some free time and a desk job so I have time to write more. I literally got the idea for this scenario from a dream I had. So... This one gets a little heated but nothing explicit.

"Where do you think you're going?" Peter teases you as he grabs your arm to spin you around.

You were the second Lost Girl to have ever made it to the island. The first will always be Wendy. Wendy continues to be the mother figure around the island while you were free to run off hunting and exploring with the Lost Boys. You could never shake the feeling that either Wendy hated you or envied you. She would be stuck cooking and caring for the boy while you were almost like a sister. You two never got along too well, the feeling of competition was always there.

The second that you came to the island and met everyone, it was no surprise that Peter was the one that caught your eye.

However, you were always hesitant to let any hope blossom in you since you thought that Peter and Wendy were together. And if they weren’t, she would have first dibs on him anyway. But that fact never stopped your crush and admiration of him from growing. Day in and day out, you were running through the forests with him and protecting the Lost Boys together.

Tonight was a quiet and warm night and everyone had had their dinners and was heading to bed. Wendy had made dinner and stayed back at the camp to clean up. You were heading towards your cabin before Peter grabbed your arm.

“You aren’t going to bed already, are you?” Peter asked with his usual smirk.

“Why, huh? You got something in mind worth my while?”

“Only one way to find out, I suppose.” He hides his smile from you as he leads you into the forest. That leads to where you are now. Running through the trees and climbing up the cliff as Peter is bounding off in front of you.

Coming to a stop behind Peter, you drop your hands to your knees and your head drops to start gasping for air. “Are we there yet? I feel like my lungs are going to explode!”

All of a sudden you’re squealing in delight because Peter ran over to you and scooped you into the air, carrying you bridal style. He takes off flying and your arms shoot out and wrapped around his neck.

“What are you doing?!”

“Taking you up to see the stars!” He yelled over the whistling wind as you continued laughing until tears formed in your eyes.

Daring to peek over his shoulders, you gasp at the beautiful aerial view of the island before he dives and does a giant loop in the air. Hugging him close, you shove your face into his neck and breathe in his scent. Though the night was cool, you felt warm against him. Wanting this moment to last forever but you know it can’t, you decide that you will hold this memory so you can always relive this happiness that you feel.

Feeling dizzy either from the adrenaline or from him, you rest your head against him and press a soft kiss on his neck.

Suddenly, Peter tosses you lightly into the air and you are airborne before he catches you but now your position has changed. Now you are sitting, straddling his hips, as his hands come to your behind to carry your weight. Your arms wrap around his neck again but now you are face-to-face with him.

As a blush covers your face, you whisper, “Well hi there.”

He gives you a small smile as he looks at your thorough hooded eyes, “Much better don’t you think? Now I can see you.”

You sit there, chest to chest with breaths mingling, completely suspended in the air over a cliff. “What are we doing, Y/N?” His whisper caresses your skin and he leans in just a little bit closer.

“What do you mean?” You can’t help but do the same, almost like a string pulling you to him.

“You know exactly what I mean. Have you casted a spell on me? Making me dream of you every night and thinking of you every minute the sun is up? Have you made yourself my personal magnet to me so I can never not be near you? Are you bewitching me?” He continues to whisper as one of his hands drags up your body and grips the back of your neck, pulling you in closer until your noses are barely touching.

Your breaths are coming out shaking but your fingers find their way to his hand and you tighten your hold, desperately keeping him close.

“What if it’s you that is playing with my head?”

Your lips are brushing against each other but not quite touching. Your brain fogs with desire but it’s all pulled away from you as Peter abruptly pulls away and starts flying back to land.

“Wha-” You’re dizzy from the sudden change but you aren’t able to be stable on your feet before Peter is hurriedly pulling you through the trees. Silently giggling and running through the forest, your heart is beating out of your chest.

Coming to a clearing, you see a small and simple log cabin sitting by itself. There are a few steps leading up to a porch that surrounds the little cabin.

“Where are we, Peter?”

“This is my place.” He finally slows down to a stop.

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. The movement pulls a giggle out of your throat but you don’t take your eyes off the cute cottage.

“I thought you had a tent back at the campsite with everyone else, hm? Are you keeping secrets from us now?” You tease.

“I always have secrets, don’t you know. But this is my own quiet place. I come here when I need to think. Or when I’m scheming.” He tickles your sides and gives your neck a quick kiss before he straightens. “Come on, let’s go inside.” He takes your hand and walks you into the cabin.

The inside of the cabin matches its look on the outside. Comfortable. Simple. Nothing extravagant. The main room is open. One side seems to act as a dining room with a large table with a few chairs beside it. The other side of the room has a matching large table but this table is covered in maps, scrolls, trinkets, and many other items you did not recognize. You see a door towards the back of the cabin which you could tell leads to a bedroom.

“Here, let me get you some water before you pass out on me.”

But before Peter could take a step or before you could even respond, a voice calls out from the back room.

“Peter darling? Did you just get home?”

The blood drains from your face and your eyes grow to saucers as you see Wendy walk out of the back room. Your ears started ringing and it feels as though everything is happening so fast yet so slowly.

Peter marches over to Wendy and angrily argues with her though you couldn’t hear anything over the muffling in your ears. “What are you doing here? Who said you could be here?”

“What are you talking about, baby? Don’t be like that.”

Wendy tries to run her hands up Peter’s front side but her hands do not get far before he grabs her hands and throws them off of him.

Your eyes shoot back and forth between Peter and Wendy and you could hear yourself mumbling, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t-” You hadn’t realized that you were backing up until you felt the front door hit your back.

Before you knew it, Peter was in front of you. All you could do was stare up at him with your heart ready to leap out of your chest. You were confused and hurt and scared and you wanted to be mad. But looking up at him. With his face soft and full of worry. All you could do was trust. Trust in what, you weren’t sure. But a wave of calmness fell over you as you looked at him and his hands came up to softly grip your shoulders.

Peter was gently moving you through the cabin and you could hear Wendy protesting but you couldn’t clear your head enough to hear what she was saying. Peter leads you to the back room which is his bedroom. He sits you on his bed and whispers to you, “Stay here.”

“Peter, I can go. I should’ve known you two were together. I shouldn’t be here, I can go.” But before you could make a move for the door, Peter grips your face gently but firmly, “I said ‘stay here’. I will figure this out. I’m not with her. She isn’t welcome here. You. Stay. Here.”

Peter slammed the door behind him as he left and all you could do was sit on the bed as you were told. Looking around the room, there wasn’t much there to keep you entertained. There was a nightstand by the bed with a few nicknacks on it. A desk with papers covered in writing you couldn’t read. No pictures. No posters. Nothing. Twiddling your thumbs, you tried to not overthink. You sat as patiently as you could but as the minutes ticked by and their angry whispering didn't stop, your anxiety started to kick up.

What if he is lying? Why would she just randomly be here? She’s comfortable enough coming in and out of his place like that. He could just be telling me what I want to hear. Of course, they’re together. Even a blind person could see that they were together. When did I become so dumb?! I need to get out of here.

Your breathing starts to become more rapid as your mind starts spiraling. Looking around the room, there was only one door, and that led back to the main room where Peter and Wendy are. The only other thing in the room was a window that sat above the desk. That was your ticket out. You thank the stars that you weren’t on an upstairs floor or anything or else this escape plan was going to be harder than you thought.

Swinging the window wide enough for your body to fit through, you quietly climbed up onto the table, careful not to disturb anything, and started to push out. You managed to make your way out but you accidentally made a loud thump as your body hit the back deck. Before you could stop and think about what to do, you jumped to your feet and took off running into the forest.

You ran until your lungs burned and ran some more. All around you were trees, trees, and more trees. Everything looked the same yet you didn’t recognize where you were. “Shit I should have been paying attention on the way here. Where the fuck am I?”

Coming to a stop, you drop your hands to your knees to try and catch your breath. After a few deep breaths, you stand up tall and prepare to take off again, at a more reasonable pace this time that you’re far enough away.

But before you could head off, something flies into you and you go slamming back into a tree. A warm, hard body pushes up against you and holds you flush against the tree with no room to escape. It’s still too dark in the night and the trees are blocking the moonlight so you can’t see what has you pinned. You start wiggling around and try to use your hands to push yourself free but a hand wraps around your wrists and pins them above your head. Something comes close to your ear and you could feel the anger radiating from this figure.

“I thought I told you to stay.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #imagine #writing #peter pan x reader #peter pan #peter pan imagines #peter pan ouat #ouat fanfic #ouat fanfiction #ouat #ouat x reader #wendy #wendy darling

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ja3hwa · 5 months

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I think I've just written the most filthy, dirty ass shit in all the time I've been writing fanfics......oh my god i shouldn't be writing so late at night holy fuck...

—Heres a little Snippet of the Mingi/Yunho fic I'm writing—

You whimper around Mingi's cock from his filthy words. Your fingers squeezing his on thighs, a silent way for you to say 'yes, please, do as you please'. and so he obeyed, snapping his hips against you, spilling ropes of cum down your throat. You tried to swallow it all, but it was like his seed was endless. And when he finally stopped and slid out of you, his fingers gazed over your chin, seeing you trying your best to gulp down the rest of the white cream. "Awe, was it too much sugar?"

Your eyes were watering as you were now contemplating just spitting it out. But you were in a classroom, and you wanted to not make too much of a mess. Mingi sensed your panic, kneeling down besides the desk you were still leaning against. He brought your face to his, clicking his tongue. "Well, come here, Doll. Let me help.'" His dark smirk made your head spin. "Sharing is caring..."

—I've made myself dizzy 🥴—

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daisies-daydreams · 6 months

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hi hi!! i am in love with your plus size fanfics, here’s my request!!

i was thinking of a hobie x plus sized reader, where reader has a huge crush on hobie so reader invites him over to their house yknow just to hang out and then reader finally asks out hobie, anddd.. things go to the other direction.. (smut.)

Into You (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Swearing, ”First Date” Awkwardness, Making Out, Mentions of Birth Control, Clit Play, Vaginal Fingering, Couch Sex, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Cock Piercings (Prince Albert), Doggy Style, Praise Kink, Multiple Orgasms Word Count: 4.8k+

A/N: Hi there! Thank you so much for your kind words and sweet request! 🤗 I love writing the plus-sized! fics, they always fill me up with joy. I hope you enjoy!

Song Rec for This Fic: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood (muffled + slowed + reverb)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Evenin’, love,” the man in front of you drawled. You blinked a few times and shook your head, your attention being drawn back to the dull corner store you worked in. The customer in front of you chuckled. Your cheeks warmed-it was Hobie, a man who stopped by every once in a while. He wore a tilted smile, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed into your own. “Where’d you go?” he asked with a slight smirk. You rubbed the back of your neck.

“Sorry. I kind of spaced out,” you laughed as you checked him out-you mean, checked out his items. Hobie hummed as he slotted his thumbs inside his jean pockets.

“Don’t blame you,” he said as he looked around. The store was dead at this hour, customers drifting in and out. You nodded before putting his items in a bag.

“Mhm,” you replied. You suddenly heard the announcer on the radio talk about a recent football match. Your eyes widened as an idea crossed your mind.

“Hey, um, Hobie?” you asked. The lean man hummed in reply. You bit your lip as you gripped his bag. “Would you…would you like to…” your voice trailed off as you met his gaze. His deep, chocolate brown eyes made you melt inside, your knees weak and stomach fluttering. Your throat tightened as he leaned forward and tilted his head.

“What’s on your mind, (Y/N)?” he asked. You nearly squealed at the sound of your name falling from his lips. Your mind raced a thousand miles per hour as you gulped.

“I-I was wondering, and no pressure, but...would you like to come over to my place to watch the game tomorrow?” you breathed as you looked down at your worn shoes. You felt like shrinking into yourself as seconds of silence felt like hours.

“Sure, got nothin’ goin’ on tomorrow,” Hobie drawled with a small shrug.

“Really?!” you beamed as you nearly jumped. You paused and cleared your throat. “I mean, great, sounds good,” you said with a firm nod. Hobie laughed as he took his bag.

"Thanks. Is it alright if I show around seven?” he asked. Your head felt so dizzy as your eyes were transfixed on his plush lips.

“Y-Yeah, that’d be great,” you said in a dazed voice. Hobie grinned.

“Sounds good. So, where do you-“

“Could the two of you please wrap this up?” an impatient customer huffed behind him. Hobie’s brows furrowed as he frowned.

“Just a second, we’re talkin’ about somethin' important here,” he replied matter-of-factly. You snatched a pen and scribbled down your address on his receipt. He blinked at how fast you handed it to him.

“Here you go,” you smiled. Hobie returned your expression as he slid his and over yours. Your cheeks burned as he took the receipt from you, his warm fingers gliding across your knuckles.

“Thanks, love,” he purred. You swore his voice dropped several octaves before he turned on his heel. “See ya tomorrow!” Hobie waved before slipping out.

The next day you scrambled around your small flat, cleaning every inch of it until it was almost time for Hobie to arrive. You pulled out some pizza rolls from the oven when a few knocks at the door rang through the tiny space. You gasped and nearly burnt yourself as you slammed the tray onto the stove. You peeked at your reflection in the microwave door, fixing up your hair and smoothing down your clothes.

“Coming!” you called before rushing over to the door. Your heart stopped when you swung it open. Hobie stood there with a pack of beer. He was clad in dark, ripped blue jeans and a dark leather jacket. You nearly fell forward when you sniffed his cologne, your mind already growing a bit hazy.

“‘Ello,” he grinned. You were speechless for a few seconds, your body stiff as a statue as you parted your lips. “You alright?” Hobie asked with a wry grin. You shook your head.

“Y-Yeah! Please, come in,” you said as you stepped out of the way and motioned into your humble abode. Hobie flashed you a grin as he stepped inside. He whistled as you closed the door behind him.

“Nice flat you got here,” he hummed. You blushed.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really,” you flapped your hand. You eyed the pack of beer.

“Figured it’d be rude of me to show up without bringin’ you somethin’,” Hobie lilted. You smiled as you took the pack and set it on the counter.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to,” you flushed and shuffled in place. Hobie chuckled.

“It’s no problem, love,” he hummed. You swallowed when you saw how close Hobie was standing in front of you, his tall, wiry frame leaning over your shorter form. You cleared your throat.

“I made pizza rolls, and the game’s already on,” you explained as you motioned towards the kitchen and living room. Hobie smiled and nodded.

“Great, though you might want to grab those rolls first,” he said as he put his jacket up.

“Why?” you asked. He grinned.

“‘Cause I’ll probably eat them all,” Hobie hummed. You laughed.

“I’ll keep a close eye on them, then,” you giggled. He gave a toothy grin as he scooped several rolls onto a plate.

“What?” Hobie asked with a crooked smile. You stiffened when you realized you were staring at his bum.

“Nothing,” you waved. He raised a brow.

“You can tell me,” he winked. You shook your head.

“Well, it’s just…how can you eat this much and still be so skinny?!” you exasperated. Hobie laughed.

“In my genes, I suppose,” he shrugged before popping one into his mouth. “My older sis's the same way,” he added.

"Do you live with her?" you asked. Hobie shook his head.

"Nah, just live by myself in a canal boat," he hummed before taking another bite. Your eyes lit up.

"Really? That's so cool!" you beamed. Hobie grinned as he swallowed.

"Yeah, you're welcome to come by any time you'd like," he offered with a smooth voice. You smiled so widely your cheeks began to hurt.

"O-Okay! Thank you!" you chirped.

"'Course," he replied. The two of you stood in silence for a moment, the muffled sound of the game playing from your living room drifted into the kitchen. You bit the inside of your cheek as tension bubbled inside your chest.

"How about we go and watch the game?" you suggested. He nodded before picking up he pack of beer and following you to the couch. You plopped yourself down, eyes flicking over to Hobie. You gripped your hands together when you saw him spread his legs a little. You mentally slapped yourself as a filthy thought crossed your mind.

“In other news, Spider-Man made yet another surprise appearance just outside of Parliament last night,” a female new anchor stated. Both of you looked at each other before Hobie tilted his hips up.

“My bad,” he laughed as he pulled the remote out from under him. You giggled.

“You’re fine,” you said.

“Spider-Man is a menace!” a male news reporter angrily barked from behind a massive desk. You glanced over to see the aforementioned masked vigilante flipping off the camera (or at least you assumed that's what he was doing behind the censor bar). “He has no respect or regard for authority, a wild animal running through the streets like a-“

The channel suddenly changed back to the game. You turned to Hobie, his expression now hard as stone as he held the remote in his hand.

“Can’t stand that wanker’s voice,” he muttered in a tense voice. Your throat tightened as you stared between his hand and the TV. Hobie sighed before resting it on the coffee table. The two of you kept your eyes on the screen for a while.

“He’s not so bad,” you voiced. Hobie raised a brow. “Spider-Man, I mean,” you clarified. His face softened.

“You think so?” he asked with a small grin. You nodded.

“I-I do,” you smiled as the tips of your ears burned at his gentle smile. You glanced around both of your shoulders before leaning in. Hobie tilted his head towards you. "The news can say all they want, but I think he's doing all of us right by taking on those V.E.N.O.M. bastards," you whispered as you cupped your hand against his ear. Hobie straightened his posture a little, a genuine smile crossing his features.

"I'm glad you see him that way," he said. The man next to you paused. "You're not just sayin' that 'cause he's cute, right?" Hobie wiggled his brows. Your breath hitched.

"Well...nobody knows what he looks like behind the mask," you muttered as your cheeks warmed. Hobie chuckled. The loud, screeching sound of one of the whistles blowing drew your attention back to the TV. You gasped as a fight broke out on the field, men pushing each other and screaming.

"Not much of a fan of football, if I'm bein' honest," Hobie suddenly piped up. You turned your head as you bit into one of the pizza rolls.

"Really?" you asked. He nodded as he drummed his fingers against the arm of your couch. You sucked in a sharp breath, your heartrate growing more irregular as you felt the words stick to your tongue. "T-Then why'd you come over?" you asked. Hobie glanced over, the corners of his mouth turned up as he stared at you with a half-lidded gaze.

"I think we both know, love," he said. Your eyes widened a little as you squeezed your hands.

“H-Hobie,” you murmured. He hummed, his brown eyes now lingering on your lips. You took a deep breath as you curled your hands around the bottom of your sweater. “I-I was wondering if maybe you and I could…you know…” your voice trailed off as you played with your top. Hobie slung an arm over the back of the couch. You gasped when he cupped his other hand beneath your chin and tilted your head up.

“(Y/N)…are you askin' me out on a date?” he grinned ear to ear. It felt like your soul shot out of your body as your eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. Was it really that obvious?! “I mean, yeah,” Hobie said nonchalantly. Your whole body felt like it was being consumed by a raging fire. Did you just say that out loud?! You swallowed thickly.

“I-I…yeah,” you said with a small sense of defeat in your voice. Hobie hummed before smoothing his thumb over your bottom lip. Your eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as he leaned forward, his lips nearly brushing over yours.

“You’re so sweet,” he said in a husky whisper. You parted your lips as your chest rose and fell.

“S-So is that a yes?” you asked. Hobie chuckled before nodding, his warm hands coating you like sunlight as he leaned even closer.

“Yes,” he breathed. "But if I'm bein' honest, I thought we were already on one,” Hobie smirked.

Before you could even think to stop, you rushed forward and closed the gap between the two of you. Hobie was unflinchingly calm as your mouths met. You were so hesitant at first, just barely pushing your lips against his. The couch creaked beneath you as you slowly but surely leaned in more, your hands falling against his sharp shoulders. Your mouths danced together in a heated, passionate kiss. Shivers ran through you as the cold metal of his lip piercing brushed against your bottom lip. You pulled back for air, your mind fuzzy as you gazed into his engorged pupils.

“That was…incredible,” you breathed. Hobie cracked a grin as he tucked some hair behind your ear.

“I could show you somethin’ even better,” he rumbled into your ear. You gasped and squeezed his shoulders, your core fluttering at the thought of him spreading you wide open. “That alright, love?” Hobie asked. You quickly nodded your head, drawing another deep chuckle from him. “You wanna do it here or somewhere else?” he piqued. You bit your lip and squeezed your thick thighs together.

“U-Um, here would be fine,” you breathed. He hummed.

“You sure?” he asked. You nodded as you dipped your head into the crook of his shoulder.

“Please, Hobie. I-I need you,” you pleaded as you rocked your hips forward. He sucked in a sharp breath as his hands fell to your love handles.

“I’ve got you, doll,” he drawled. You heard the sound of the game switch off before his lips were dancing over your neck. You whined as he puckered his mouth over your pulse, the suction drawing a soft moan from between your lips. The tension in your core only grew as he trailed his kisses down to the space where your neck and clavicle met. “Do you want to keep goin’?” he asked softly. You gulped as his hands gently kneaded the supple flesh of your waist, his hot breath coating over your exposed skin.

“Y-Yes,” you breathed as your body trembled beneath his touch. A deep rumble rose from his chest as he slid his fingers over the button of your jeans. You bit your lip as you felt his hand rub over your puffy belly.

“You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” he lilted as if reading your mind. You shoved your face further into his shoulder.

“H-Hobie,” you stuttered. You squeaked when he undid your button.

“It’s true. Wasn’t sure how I managed to not be a stammerin’ idiot first time I saw you,” he murmured. Your heart skipped a beat as he grabbed your zipper and pulled down, the sound echoing on repeat inside your mind. “You were wearin’ that cute plaid skirt with the white top,” he breathed as he brushed his fingers over your panties. You keened as he curled his middle digit against your clothed clit, rubbing small circles around the sensitive bud. “Your hair was messy, but I loved that about you. Like you didn’t give a fuck about what others thought about how you looked,” he breathed as he dipped his hand a little lower.

“I-I just ran out of hairspray that day,” you squeaked. Hobie paused.

“Or you ran out of hairspray that day,” he repeated with a shrug. You giggled and peeked up from his shoulder. The warmth in his eyes made your heart swell as you leaned back.

“Hobie…” your voice trailed off as you rubbed your hands over his chest. The man kept still as you traced your fingers down his lanky frame, eventually pausing over his studded belt. Your mind raced when you saw a prominent bulge twitch beneath his ripped jeans. You gasped when he planted a lingering kiss against your cheek.

“Tell me what you want, sweet girl,” he murmured as he kept applying pressure over your covered sex. You shuddered.

“I-I want you to finger me…please,” you moaned. Hobie cooed before slipping his hand beneath your pink underwear. A soft cry escaped you as he slid his fingers up and down your juicy slit, the pads of his digits playing with your puffy folds.

“Mmm, love those pretty little sounds you’re makin’,” Hobie said lowly. Your clit throbbed as he smoothed his thumb over the sensitive flesh. Your mouths found each other again as you slowly sank into the couch cushions. Hobie hovered on top of you, his deft fingers spreading your slick labia apart as he playing with your clit. You panted when he leaned back before smashing his lips against yours, this kiss more sloppy and heated as he barely slid one of his fingers inside your needy entrance.

“Mmph!” you keened into his mouth as he deliciously teased your gummy walls with his long digit.

“You like that, lovie?” he whispered as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of your pulsing hole. You nodded, your breath stuttering as he curled his finger deep inside your cunt, gently stroking over your g-spot.

“Y-Yes,” you gulped as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Hobie sighed as he kissed along your jaw. Pleasure trickled to every part of your tingling body as he continued to massage your bundle of nerves while thrusting his index finger inside your dripping, squelching sex.

Your eyes shot open when he added another digit, spreading your cunt wide open with a mind-numbing stretch. Hobie groaned as he scissored his fingers in your pulsing cunt, the tips of his long digits nearly reaching your cervix. Your eyes became glossy as he rubbed around your clit with quick, tender circles.

“Fuck, Hobie,” you cried as you threw your head back. Your wet pussy gripped his fingers as he thrusted them deeper with each stroke. You shivered as he kissed down the other side of your neck, decorating your skin with fresh, raw hickeys.

“Can’t wait to feel this perfect pussy grip around my cock,” he rasped into your ear. Your walls clenched around his slender digits as you moaned. “Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Hobie murmured while moving his thumb back and forth against your clit. Your eyes rolled back as he slid a third finger inside your tight hole, his digits spreading your weeping pussy wide open.

“O-Oh my God,” you gasped with wide eyes. You gripped the back of his shirt, your thighs shaking at the feeling of fullness inside you. Your head spun as you felt your walls start to flutter around his three fingers. Each stroke was faster than the last, the burn of the stretch quickly melting into pure, spine-tingling pleasure.

“Gettin’ close, baby girl?” he drawled as he circled your clit in time with his thrusts. You nodded as you clawed at his back, spine arching as much as it could.

“Yes!” you cried as you tossed your head to the side. Hobie growled as he sucked hard against your neck, his fingers going into overdrive as he pumped them even harder. Your body jiggled as your breathing grew more ragged, warmth washing over you as the large knot suddenly snapped.

“Hobie!” you screamed as your hips snapped forward. Your vision turned completely white as your muscles clamped down on his fingers, your body shaking with bliss as you babbled nonsensically. “Holy fuck, H-Hobie!” you mewled as you felt all the air get sucked out of your lungs.

He continued to push his fingers inside you, his other hand brushing over your hair as he whispered praises into your ear. It felt like an eternity before you finally drifted down from your high, your body shaking as you basked in the afterglow of your euphoria. You slowly opened your eyes to see him looking down at you with a soft, hazy gaze.

"How're you feelin'?" he asked. Your breathing began to calm as you continued to stare into each others eyes.

"G-Good, really good," you panted. Hobie grinned.

"Good," he said as he pecked your cheek. You whimpered when he slipped away, only to feel spit pool in your mouth as he pulled his pants and boxers down. You moaned quietly as his cock sprang free and slapped against his shirt, precum smearing over the dark fabric. You propped yourself up on your forearms as you watched him glide his slick-covered hand over his shaft. Chills ran down your spine when you caught a glimpse of a small, round piercing shining beneath the dim light of your lamp.

"You good to keep goin'?" Hobie muttered as he slid his thumb across his juicy slit. You nodded as you clenched your thighs.

"Y-Yeah, just gimme a second," you breathed as you pushed yourself up. You pulled your shirt over your head, your breasts bouncing down and jiggling as you tossed it aside. Hobie groaned as he shuffled over, his hand latched onto the clasp of your bra.

"Let me help you with that," he husked. Your breath hitched as you nodded, turning your back a little for him. Hobie hummed as he unclasped your bra, the piece falling into your lap as your nipples hardened against the chilly air. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath as he slid his hand down your back, his calloused fingers caressing over a few of your plump rolls. You sighed and arched your spine as goosebumps broke out across your exposed skin. Soon your all's clothes were spread out across the floor. Your pussy clenched as you watched him starting to open a small, square packet with his teeth.

"It's okay, I'm on the pill," you said. Hobie paused.

"You sure?" he asked. You nodded and opened your right leg a little more.

"I'm sure, Hobie," you murmured softly. The man above you grinned as he tossed the packet aside before lining his cock to your entrance. You groaned as he smeared his tip over the rim of your tight entrance, collecting your slick juices. He sighed above you as he rested a hand on you hip. "You comfortable with me takin' you like this?" Hobie husked against your ear. Your bones turned to jelly as you thought of him thrusting his cock into you, his hands kneading your asscheeks wide open as you moaned his name.

"A-Actually, could you fuck me from...behind?" you squeaked and dipped your head into his shoulder again. Hobie chuckled softly before he slid both of his hands to your hips.

"Fuck yes," he rasped. You flipped yourself onto your stomach, your breast and belly pressed against the couch as he rubbed his rough, calloused palms over the globes of your round bum. "Christ, you have such a perfect arse," Hobie growled as he squeezed your supple flesh. You gasped and gripped the pillow in front of you as the burning tip of his dick kissed your hole. A low, guttural growl slipped from Hobie's lips as he slowly sank inside, stretching your entrance wide open on his thick length.

"Ah!" you mewled as you felt the ball of his piercing caress your walls, the round surface a foreign yet delicious feeling.

"Feelin' okay?" Hobie puffed, his brows furrowed in concentration. You nodded, your breathing ragged as your walls fluttered around his throbbing cock. Warmth flooded your core with each inch he sank into you, his decorated cockhead sending pulses of pleasure through your body. Both of you shivered when he finally sheathed his whole member inside you, his plump balls resting against your engorged clit. "Doin' such a good job, baby. Takin' my cock so well," he murmured as he smoothed his hands over your love handles. You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt his piercing rub against your cervix.

"Hobie, please," you choked as you rubbed your ass against his abs. He hummed as he gripped your waist.

"I got you, lovie," he reassured you as he slowly slid his cock half-way out. You moaned when he pushed it back in, his long, veiny shaft dragging along your slick walls. "Oh, fuck," he grunted as he rocked his hips at a steady pace. You moaned as you felt yourself being spread open with every thrust, your walls hugging and drenching his shaft with your arousal.

Your fingers dug into the pillow as you felt his balls tap against your bundle of nerves, your core sparking with pure bliss. The room was flipped with the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin, your pants and moans filtering through the air.

"Feelin' so good, tight little pussy wrapped around me so perfect-fuck," Hobie rasped as his nails dug into your sides. You cried out when he brushed over your g-spot, stars bursting across your vision as your legs shook. Hobie grunted as he started to pick up the pace, your cheeks clapping against his lower stomach as he thrusted into your weeping cunt.

"Mmm," you mewled as you bounced your ass a little higher, his testicles now slapping wetly against your puffy nub.

"You like it when I hit it from behind?" Hobie snarled. You nodded as the muscles in your lower belly starting to wind into a tight knot once more.

"Y-Yes," you slurred, tossing your head to the side as your whole body shifted with every push of his hips. Hobie grunted, his voice thick and heavy with lust as he pounded into your needy hole. You gasped when you felt him lay a few quick, light slaps against your left cheek.

"God, love how this pretty arse bounces...how your whole perfect body just moves while I fuck you," he moaned. You felt your voice get trapped in your throat as you stiffened.

"H-Hobieee," you rasped as your jaw went slack. Hobie hissed between gritted teeth as your cunt convulsed around his cock, sucking him in deeper as he shallowly thrusted into you.

"Yeah that's it-soak my cock, sweet girl," he breathed as he held your asscheeks apart. Your hole puckered around his girth as you shivered, your hips shifting back on their own as Hobie fucked you through your second climax. Your white cream oozed and bubbled onto his dick and dripped down your thighs. You whimpered as your muscles contracted for the last time. You gasped when Hobie pushed himself all the way inside.

"Almost there, love. Could you hang on for just a bit longer?" he drawled. You peeked behind your shoulder and blushed when you saw his hips flush against your rear.

"Y-Yeah," you sighed. You screamed and clawed at the pillow as he pistoned his cock deep inside your cunt. Hot tears of pleasure spilling past the corners of your eyes as tendrils of overstimulation reached into every corner of your trembling form. You felt his cock twitch inside you as he panted, his thrusts growing more sloppy as he parted your gummy walls over and over again. You gasped when his hot breath fell over your shoulder, his body splayed over yours as he nibbled on your flesh.

"Fuck, g-gonna cum," Hobie growled.

"Yes, yes, yes!" you cried out.

Hobie moaned against your shoulder as he snapped his hips forward one last time, his body stiffening above you. You keened as you felt his dick throb and pulse, his thick, heady cum soaking your walls. Your face twisted with pleasure as you felt him fill you to the brim, drops of his spend dripping out of your wet sex as he kept his cock snug against your cervix. You felt like every nerve ending inside you consumed with euphoria, your mind clouded with intoxicating rapture. Hobie puffed against your skin before kissing the wet spot on your shoulder, his hands smoothing up and down your sides.

"So, so good, baby girl," he praised, his softening cock twitching a little. You caught your breath and licked your lips.

"You...you were amazing," you panted. Hobie grinned as he kissed your shoulder again, letting his warm lips linger for just a bit longer this time. Your eyelids suddenly grew very heavy, your bones reduced to jelly as you shivered. Hobie cooed as he rubbed your love handles.

"Get some rest, love," he murmured, the last thing you remembered before drifting into a deep slumber.

••••

You woke up the next morning to the smell of eggs frying in the pan. You cracked your eyes open, your body the most relaxed it's ever been as you turned on your side. Your eyes softened when you saw Hobie standing at your stove. He turned when he heard the couch creak.

"Mornin'," he drawled.

"Good morning," you yawned and stretched your arms above your head. You glanced down and gave a puzzled look at the blanket draped over your naked form.

"You looked cold after I got up to make some eggs," Hobie said, his back turned to you (seriously, was he psychic or something?). You blushed and searched around for your panties and sweater.

"Thank you," you said sheepishly as you pulled your underwear over your thick thighs.

"Welcome," Hobie replied as he flipped the burner off on your stove. You tugged your sweater over your head, the soft fabric soothing over your goose-bump ridden skin as you padded over to your small kitchen table. The sun was just hanging over the skyline of London as you slid into one of your chairs.

"Here you go," he winked as he slid the eggs onto the plate in front of you. You smiled.

"You're so sweet, Hobie," you flushed. Hobie paused, his body stiffening as he waved his hand.

"Nah, just figured you'd be hungry after last night," he shrugged as he scratched the side of his face. You raised a brow and hummed "mhm". Hobie smirked and rolled his eyes before padding over to the sink. You frowned as he rinsed out the pan.

"You're not gonna eat?" you asked. Hobie shook his head.

"Need to head to work in a bit," he sighed. Your heart sank as you stared down at your plate.

"Oh," you murmured while poking at your food. You heard his heavy boots approach you before he placed a hand over yours. You glanced up.

"I should be free tomorrow night if you're game," he smiled. Your eyes lit up as you shifted in your chair.

"I'd love that," you grinned ear to ear.

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Fragile Part 7

Sorry for the wait! It was hard to focus while writing this chapter, so I might be editing it for mistakes here and there. I hope you like it! :] <3

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘dudette’, 'miss', and ‘princess’)

Warnings: injury, broken limbs, violence, drowning, not proof read

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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You were laying dazed on the cold metal floor. In too much pain to focus on anything else besides breathing. You heard a commotion, voices muffled through the thick glass. At least inside this tube they couldn’t touch you anymore. Your mind strayed to the turtles. You weren’t able to save them. You weren’t able to do anything. You just hope they can somehow get away safely. That April and Casey can somehow save them.

“I won’t ask again…. Where’s (y/n).” Leo growled. He grit his teeth as he lowered his stance, ready to strike.

Baxter Stockman was quickly typing commands into the program on his computer. Karai stepped in front of him and drew her katana.

“Out of your reach, Turtles.”

“Aaaaand, there!” Stockman hit one last key on this computer and a red light started to flash on the tank, bringing the turtle’s attention to the crumpled form inside the glass. At the same time a multitude of files and programs started closing on the screen one after another, Stockman’s signature digital self-destruct program. Baxter stepped away from his computer and lifted his arms up triumphantly.

The sound of rattling pipes overhead catches your attention.

“Ha! You’re too late, Turtles. For years, the Foot Clan has sought out the means to fight you mutants on equal footing. And now, we have our secret weapon! An endless supply of pure mutagen!!!”

You heard a loud beeping sound, then a click, and the squeak of metal.

A gush of icy water pours down on you from above. The sudden cold shocks you and marginally distracts you from the pain. You pull yourself to the edge of the glass away from the heavy stream of water coming down from above, slowly starting to fill the base. You take a shaky deep breath and bang a fist on the glass. No use. Dizzy and numb, you look outside the tank for someone, something, anything that might help you. That’s when you see them.

And with dawning horror, they see you.

“Guys….?” You press your wet hand up against the glass. They’re here! They’re safe!!!

“(Y/n)....? (Y/N)!!!!” Leo shouts and lunges towards the tank. He tries to rush up to the glass but Rocksteady blocks his path. There’s blood on your cheek, and even a good distance away he can tell you’re in bad shape.

“OUT OF OUR WAY!” Raph roared at Bebop and Rocksteady, crossing his sai in preparation for a fight.

“Uuuh hey guys? Why is (y/n) in a giant fish bowl…?” Mikey asked, nunchucks at the ready.

“They ain’t comin’ out anytime soon, short stack.” Bebop said with an evil grin.

“You turtles totally fell for our trap!” Rocksteady chuckled.

Donnie immediately noticed the computer hooked up to the tank’s controls. He tried to subtly sneak past Bebop to get to Stockman but Karai stepped forward and blocked his path.

Karai pointed her sword at Donnie. “The Foot will be unstoppable.”

“And I will FINALLY get the recognition I deserve, for single-handedly creating an entire race of superhumans that will rule over the city!!!”

“You’re crazy!! You don’t even know what kind of side effects that mutation will have on regular humans!” Donnie activated the electricity at the end of his bo staff, ready to fight Karai to get to Stockman.

“I do have to thank you turtles for activating their mutant gene. Without your help, none of this would be possible!” Stockman’s laugh echoed through the large room. He waltz over to the canister filling up with the distilled mutagen from your blood. “We originally got (y/n) by a…. foreseeable mistake. But to our surprise, they survived where others had failed. And yet- their results were incomplete. Their animal DNA wasn’t materializing no matter what we did to them. So we came back to New York, where the population could supply us with countless more test subjects.” Baxter said cheerfully, popping the lid off the canister. “But now that we have the results we wanted, we have no need of them! We can preserve (y/n)’s body in a special chemical compound that will put them into a permanent hibernation. No need to worry, their body will be harnessed for science!” Stockman’s laugh was deep and evil, and to everyone’s shock-

He dumped the canister of mutagen over his own head.

Karai lept back out of the trajectory of the splash. Baxter’s laugh increased in volume as he began to morph and change. His head and eyes grew large, his body shrank, little papery wings sprouted from his back, and he mutated into a giant mutant fly.

Bebop and Rocksteady were stunned by the transformation. “Eeeeewwww… he turned into a bug?” Bebop whined.

“Nasty!” Rocksteady shook his head. Neither of them were paying attention to the turtles so Raph and Donnie covered for Leo and Mikey to make a break for the tank you were in. By now it had filled enough that you were starting to float.

“We’re here babe! We’re gonna get you out!” Mikey reassured you.

You whimpered helplessly. You were having a hard time keeping your head above water, not really able to swim with a broken dislocated arm and broken ankle.

“Stay back!” Leo sliced at the glass, and Mikey hit it with his nunchucks as hard as he could, but their attacks barely left a scratch!

“Guys! We have incoming!” Donnie yelled as Stockman had started flying around the room, maniacally laughing as he swooped down and kicked the back of Mikey’s shell, almost knocking him over.

“Dude, gross!” Mikey protested. Stockman looked to be drooling some kind of acid substance from his mouth.

Bebop and Rocksteady had recovered and started to charge towards them. Leo and Mikey had to jump away from your tank to avoid getting trampled.

“Donnie, that glass is as hard as steel!!” Leo jumped up and kicked Rocksteady across his cheek, then retreated.

“What’re we gonna do? (Y/n)’s tank is already half full!” Raph shouted. He was using his sai to hold back Bebop’s tusks as he tried to charge them.

You were doing your best to calm your breathing enough that you could float, but every time your head ducked below water you panicked. Your body was exhausted and protested against your desperate movements, but you needed to survive long enough for the boys to break you out.

“Donnie! See if you can turn off the water!!! I’ve got Karai.” Leo ordered

“Mikey! It’s you and me!” Raph called over, clanging his sai together and shouted a war cry running up to strike Rocksteady.

“What?! What about the bug brained dude??!! Eep!” Mikey ducked as Stockman flew over his head. He looked down and realized he was kneeling at the feet of Bebop, who had taken the black taser out of his pocket.

“You wanna taste too, little man?”

When Bebop flicked on the taser, Mikey saw the small stains of fresh blood on the pointed tips that buzzed with electricity. He looked back over to you struggling in the tank and how heavily injured you looked.

He saw red.

Mikey had a rare moment of true anger as he jumped to his feet and knocked the taser out of Bebop’s hand with his nunchucks, and in a flurry of rapid hits he beat back the warthog. He finished him off with a powerful roundhouse kick to the head.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING WITH MY BAE!” He shouted triumphantly.

Raph looked back to Mikey with wide eyes, proud of his little bro for letting loose. “Woah. Way to go Mikey!” He ducked a hit from Rocksteady and punched him hard under his chin. Knocking him out cold.

Leo was crossing swords with Karai. She was a skilled fighter. But he was much stronger than her. While he pushed her back with a heavy strike, she slipped on some of the mutagen that had spilled on the floor, allowing Leo to take advantage of the opening and disarmed her. He flicked her sword out of her hand and knocked her back. She glared daggers at him, quickly recovering. But seeing as Bebop and Rocksteady were knocked out, she opted for a tactical retreat.

“This is just the beginning.” She hissed and ran out of the lab door.

Stockman was buzzing around your tank, still laughing maniacally.

“You turtlezzzzz cannot defeat the mighty Dr Stockman!! I am invincible!! I am-“

Donnie turned on the taser at the end of his bo staff and vaulted it at the annoying human insect, striking him and electrocuting him, knocking him out of the air to fall on the floor with a gross splat.

“Good thing I always carry a bug zapper.” He deadpanned.

Donnie went back to trying to hack into Stockmans computer. He managed to get past the firewall with his hacking program, but he discovered that all of the interfaces connected to the tank control had been erased.

There was no way to stop the tank from filling up completely. Donnie would have to write a whole new interface from scratch to control the tank.

There was no time.

You were running out of air, trying desperately to keep your head above water as the tank was almost full to the top. You took in one last deep breath just as the water consumed the last of the space. You held your good hand over your mouth and nose hard, trying to hold in the air, and floated down towards the bottom of the tank.

No more air.

“(Y/N)!!!”

“ANGEL CAKES!!!” Donnie and Mikey yelled out in panic.

Your eyes snapped open, hearing their muffled voices outside the tank. You swam over to the glass and met eyes with Raphael. He had picked a spot and began punching at the glass over and over again with his sai in his fists.

The needled jabs just managed to scratch the surface.

You looked at him sadly through the glass. He was stressed, sweating and desperate to break through. Mikey had grabbed a chair and had chucked it at the glass from another spot but it just bounced off and broke on the floor.

Leo was standing behind Donnie with his hand on his shoulder, but his eyes didn’t leave your face.

Time was running out. You were choking on the stale air in your lungs. Head getting dizzy from lack of oxygen. You removed your hand from your mouth and pressed it up to the glass, some bubbles of air escaping your mouth. Your eyebrows knit together to concentrate on not breathing in the fluid in the tank. But you were suffocating and in pain.

It was hard.

You looked back up at Raph, and forced a smile on your face. You felt sad. You didn’t want them to see you like this. They felt so far away.

Darkness was consuming your vision. The last remaining bubbles of air escaped from your mouth and your eyes slipped closed.

“NO!!! NO-! (Y/N), STAY WITH US.” Raph pounded his fist hard against the glass.

“DAMN IT.” Donnie frustratingly slammed his fist down next to the keyboard, his head falling into his hands. None of the lines of command coding he was typing in were working.

Leo left Donnie’s side and strode up to the tank.

“Move.” Leo ordered as he came up behind Raph. He unsheathed his swords and began slicing at the glass again. It was barely making a scratch. But combined with the small dents Raph had been making, he was slowly chipping away at the surface.

“Leo! If you can manage to cut 1.2 centimeters deep, it should weaken the glass enough to shatter with enough force!” Donnie yelled from where he was still furiously typing into the stationed keyboard. His attempts to unlock the system all in vain.

Leo and Raph worked together to stab and slice at the weakest point in the glass until finally-

*crack*

A small fracture appeared in the glass.

“There!!” Donnie called out. Raph and Leo switched to charging at the door and ramming it full force with their shoulders. Over and over as the cracks grew wider and wider.

Mikey came over, and with a hand on Leo’s shoulder, the leader stepped aside to let his little brother help. Mikey joined Raph and rammed the glass again with such force the crack split all the way across the glass. One more strike-

The glass shattered on impact.

The gush of water that burst through swept Mikey and Raph off their feet. The floor of the lab flooded, and your body washed up on the floor. Lifeless and unmoving.

“(Y/N)!!!!!!” The boys all yelled.

Leo reached you first, falling into a kneel at your side. He ripped out the two needles from your back and held you in his arms. Donnie rushed over and slid down into the other spot at your side, his goggles pulled into place as he quickly checked you over.

“They’re not breathing. Put them down flat, now.” Leo obeyed and laid you on your back. Donnie first pressed down on your diaphragm to check for water blocking your lungs, then began compressions.

The room was dead quiet all except for the sounds of Donnie’s whispered counting as he pressed down on your chest. He paused, opened your mouth, pinched your nose, and breathed into your lungs.

Mikey was nervously walking around you back and forth, and Raph watched you from a distance, a vacant expression as he watched your face for any sign of movement, pleading with himself for you to be okay.

After what felt like an eternity, you coughed. Leo quickly rolled you lay on your side. You spit up water, gasping for air. You felt like you were coughing up a lung full of ethanol.

Mikey cheered and Raph took a deep breath, covering his face with his hands. Donnie fell backwards onto his butt and pulled his goggles off his head, so incredibly relieved you were breathing. Leo rubbed your back comfortingly as you got your breathing back under control.

Once you got a suitable amount of oxygen back in your lungs, you whimpered. Your throat was burning and a pain in your stomach and chest made it hard to breathe.

Leo picked you up again, and held you close to his chest. Your eyes fluttered open and you winced at the bright light from the ceiling.

“Welcome back.” Leo said with a smile on his face.

“Leo…?” Your voice was quiet and scratchy. You looked around at Donnie, Mikey, and Raph that all came into view around you and Leo.

“Guys….?” You felt barely conscious. Head foggy and tired like you were under water.

“We’re right here.” Donnie assured you, reaching down to pick up your good hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

All the fear and emotion of drowning and being captured suddenly crashed down on you all at once. You sniffed and big tears gathered in your eyes.

“I was… so scared… I thought I was going to lose you….!” You hiccuped and sobbed as Leo held your trembling form tightly against his chest.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m here. We got you.” Leo soothed, rubbing his hand down your back. He buried his nose into your damp hair and held you tight.

“You had us worried there for a minute!” Donnie was smiling at you, soft and relieved. Mikey was standing behind him rubbing tears out of his eyes.

“Let’s get you home.” Raph said, kneeling down behind you.

“Wait. I need to splint their arm and their ankle first. Mikey, can you find me some-“

*crack*

“Will this work?”

Mikey had already broken off the thin legs of a chair across the room.

“Yeah that works fine.” He pulled out two rolls of gauze from one of the pockets on his belt, and took the offered sticks from Mikey, who knelt down by your feet.

“What’re we gonna do about him?” He asked, motioning over to Stockman’s twitching form across the room.

The brothers all sneered at the fly mutant with similar levels of disgust on their faces, finding him rather gross. You smiled.

“Just leave him there, we can worry about him another time.” Leo offered, adjusting you in his grip. You winced terribly when your arm was moved.

“….Is ...your arm dislocated?” Leo asked you, holding you upright in a sitting position, now thoroughly checking you over.

Donnie and Mikey were working together to splint your ankle, Mikey holding up your foot while Donnie wrapped the splint to it.

“Let me see that.” Raph placed his hands on your shoulder and you clenched your teeth and whined quietly at the sharp pain.

“Leo, hold them still for a minute.”

“Just hold onto me tightly, it’ll be over in a second.” Leo hugged you close, wrapping an arm around your good side.

Raph got hold of your tender arm, and with practiced ease, popped your shoulder back into place. You cried out loudly and buried your face in Leo’s shoulder, taking deep breaths.

Raph tried to rub the soreness out of your poor shoulder. “Good job, princess. Now let Donnie get a look at that break.”

You hesitantly detached yourself from Leo, your shaking red and swollen arm was carefully picked up by Donnie, who set the splint and carefully wrapped the bandages.

“I’ll be able to get a better look at it with the x-ray machine back at home. For now we just have to be really careful not to jostle them too much when carrying them back.”

“I got em.” Raph volunteered. Leo looked to Raph, wordlessly nodding his head for his brother to take you from his arms.

“Careful of their arm….”

“Got it.”

Without much effort, Raph scooped you up in his big arms. You winced as a sharp stabbing pain radiated through your stomach as you were held close to Raph’s chest.

Something was definitely wrong.

“I’m sorry, princess. It’s just until we get you home.” Raph apologized. Leo led everyone quickly out of the lab.

Once back out in the hallway you had entered from, you noticed with visible shock the literal sea of bodies that covered the floor. Foot ninja. They fought through all of them, just to get to you.

Everyone exited the lab, careful to stick to the shadows as the sun began to rise. As the turtles made their way for their home, your stomach burned worse and worse with a white hot pain that radiated through your body. The movement of the city passing you by made you become dizzy, and your head felt like it was spinning. You felt nauseous and incredibly tired.

“Hey Raph….?”

“Yeah princess?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you guys…. You had to save me instead….” You weren’t making any sense. Raph could barely hear you as the wind whipped past his head. You just felt so tired.

“Hey, stay with me, princess. We’re almost there. It’s okay.” Raph didn’t know what the right thing to say was. But your eyes were starting to slide closed.

“Can we…. Can we watch Princess Bride again…. When we get home….?”

Raph smiled at that.

“Yeah. We’ll watch it as many times as you want, short stack.” He didn’t care if his brothers teased him for secretly liking your girly movie. He didn’t care if he had to watch it with you a hundred times. He just wanted you to get better.

“We’re almost there. How you holding up?”

Silence.

“(Y/n)…?”

“Mmh?”

Your eyes were closed.

“Come on, wake up, we’re almost there.”

He was desperate.

“Mm…hm…”

You hummed, but your eyelids felt too heavy to lift. You felt yourself sinking into a dark liquid abyss. You could no longer fight the pull.

“(Y/n)….. (y/n)? Hey…! Hey, no no no no no, you gotta stay awake. Come on princess…! (Y/N)!!!”

You felt Raph try to shake you awake, felt his muscles tense as he pushed himself to go faster.

“We’re almost there, hold on…!”

“Hold on….”

Darkness overtook you.

Part 8

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Summary: Grief affects people in different ways, some people can keep on trekking the next day, some people lose themselves and can't get out without help, Ky is one of the people that can't keep on keeping on through grief.

Warnings: Character death, vague gore, starvation, depression, slight overeating, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: I don't usually write fics that touch on these topic, but if you're going through a rough patch related to them, reach out, I know its hard, but, it'll get better. Reblogs are appreciated as always.

He rarely did this.

Let himself eat enough that is.

He didn't like it when he let himself 'pig out' as the third king put it last time Ky did so.

So he was constantly on the verge of being to hungry to focus, to fight, to exist, but he managed despite his emotions sometimes coming undone because of it. His family didn't know this, the other kings didn't know this, they simply assumed he always ate little for his frame to stay perfect; even though he almost didn't get enough to stay in shape. Some nights he would wake up shaking and clenching his stomach, because it ached with how little he ate, and then, despite knowing it was his castle, he would sneak to the kitchen and take mere crumbs.

But when Dizzy fell in battle, he full on starved himself, refusing to move, refusing to eat, refusing to do anything until Sin forced him to. He was sickly, his skin thinned out to the point veins bulged, his once toned frame deflated, and he looked a bit caved in. For months Sin had to force him back into a loose sense of schedule, when to eat and when to sleep, it took weeks for Ky to start feeling hungry again. He still looked sick, he never fully recovered, but his Gear cells did just enough to cover it up, did just enough to finish the recovery and make him look healthy.

Ky promised himself he would never let himself go without food for that long again, he promised in front of Sin, Sol and the few others he could trust would be around to ensure it. They made sure he ate a healthy serving three times a day each day, and he felt like he was overeating due to hears of under-eating, when they weren't around he didn't eat. He regained his muscle mass from almost nothing, Sol enforcing a protein and mineral rich diet made sure of it, and he did put it to good use like he used to.

Sin fell next, and Ky was there to see it, he was there to see his own son be gored on a barbed staff, there to hear those pained cries. The fight ended in a holy man forever marred with the blood of a murderer, he didn't care. This time he held out for a week before he stopped eating again, slowly dropping portion sizes and pounds once again; he just felt so guilty, and it manifested in odd ways he supposed. Sol had to help him out of it and did so sooner than Sin, force feeding bites of meat and potatoes while pinning him to the dining hall table until he remembered the eating was a necessity, not something one should be penalized with.

It took only a few weeks for Ky to fully recover this time around, most likely because Sol didn't wait as long as Sin did. The muscles went down again, but they trained around that instead of against it, focusing on Kys agility instead of brute force. His body was forever fragile now due to relapsing into starvation, so he would have to rely on his speed to avoid getting hit as much. Every training session would be followed by a meal to make sure depleted energy was restored and that potential hunger was quelled; Ky still ate servings a bit to small to truly fill himself up, no one noticed.

He still woke up hungry, he still fell asleep hungry, he still fought hungry and worked hungry and lived hungry even though he didn't have to.

And it didn't start like this, it wasn't always about grief, mourning and loss triggering starvation for him, it only started when he became truly important. When he realized he had to be presentable, when he needed to be a figure people could look up to and rely on, that's when he started to thin out his meals. Then he had a family before then, he would usually go back for seconds, after Dizzy and Sin became part of his life, he had to stop eating as much; he couldn't let himself even appear mildly gluttonous in front of his wife, nor his son.

Then Sol died, and this time, he wasn't there to see it, he didn't even learn about it until it was the beginning of a meal and Chipp had dropped by with news. Upon being informed of this, Ky went to stand up, full plate in hand (truly full, a proper serving size), walked over to the closest trash can and tilted it. He pressed his fork to the pile of mashed potatoes, gone, then the meat, he doesn't deserve it, fruit, to sweet for a failure, he's shaking but he doesn't notice. When he returns to sitting across from Chipp, plate empty, he sees the expression and its worried, he didn't expect to see someone worried about him for doing what was right; people who fail get penalized for it, and he failed to keep his family safe, so his penalty wasn't eating.

"Why did you do that?" Chipp asked gently as he rested his fork by his plate, he didn't feel like eating anymore, he didn't like eating when no on else was.

"I, I don't deserve to eat if I fail," Ky explained, all the work Sin and Sol had put into to making sure he knew that wasn't true coming undone in a second.

"That isn't true you know," Chipp said, nudging his three quarter full plate to Ky, hoping, hoping so damn much the first king would take it because going to sleep hungry isn't good.

"If you fail, you get a punishment, correct?" Ky asked, gaze slipping from Chipp and the plate of food, he hadn't eaten since eleven and now its nearly seven, he's starving.

"Yes, but, food isn't something you should punish yourself with Ky, everyone eats, you should to," Chipp said, practically pleading with Ky to just take the plate and eat one thing.

"Only for a week, that's how long the punishment will last, I'll have snacks, you don't have to worry Chipp," Ky said, confident in the fact he wouldn't starve himself for longer or no less.

"I'll be back this time, next Saturday, if you haven't eaten anything by midnight, I'm bringing you to a doctor," Chipp said, taking a few more forkfuls of the gourmet spread that had been assembled, his plate only had a quarter left on it, he would usually finish it, but he wasn't feeling the hungriest today.

"You really don't have to," Ky said as he gathered the plates and utensils, carrying them to the kitchen, "I don't even know why you care about this so much."

"I dated your son you know, before he died," Chipp said bluntly, Kys eyes widened just a bit, unaware of the fact until now, "do you know how much it tore him apart Ky? How much he sobbed and screamed and broke shit for you? He was distraught, and you didn't even notice, it was horrible Ky."

"He was good at hiding his emotions when he was sad," Ky said, although his statement was true, he still felt hurt at the fact his son didn't trust him enough to show off his partner.

"Ky last time you lost someone important you nearly died, Sol and Sin told me about it before they were killed," Chipp said, Kys form tensed at the phrase, "and even if they didn't everyone could tell you were malnourished whenever you went out in public."

"Chipp, you have three minutes to leave before I ban you from entering this castle ever again," Ky said, he had hoped no one would've noticed his lack of nourishment whenever he made public appearances, turns out he failed to hide it; he looked to Chipp, the ninja glared at him.

"I won't let you die of starvation, even I have to do so forcibly Ky, I'll see you on Saturday," and with that the ninja left, soft footsteps turning to silence as Ky left to wash the dishes, a maid could've done it for him, but sometimes it helps him relieve stress to scrub with steel wool until his fingers are raw.

One day, Ky is fine, he didn't eat anything, he's done this twice before, he'll do it again.

Two days, Ky is fine, he ate a piece of bread, he's overeating again, a failure doesn't deserve bread.

Three days, Ky is fine, he drank water instead of eating, he's being a good failure.

Four days, Ky didn't leave his room, he slept the day away, he didn't eat or drink anything at all.

Five days, Ky isn't fine, he wants to punch something, his muscles are mostly gone, he's weak.

Six days, Ky stopped feeling hunger, even if he did, he wouldn't eat, he's to guilt ridden to eat.

Seven days, Ky is fine, he drank water, he knows his body is tearing itself apart, he doesn't eat.

A knock on castle doors, Leo answers to find Chipp standing there, outfitted in something no one sees him in anymore. He gets a wary glance over from Leo, he can't help but fidget, as he stared down by ice blue eyes.

"Do you have any business with any of the kings?" Leo asked, tone heavy and intimidating to most, Chipp only straightened his posture.

"Yes, last weekend I said I would return around now to see the first king, Ky Kiske that is," Chipp said, keeping his tone clear and free of cracks to try and sound professional.

"Is that so, because Ky never mentioned a ninja would be visiting, nor did any of us see it in his planner, which he leaves lying around for anyone to see these days," Leo said, he went to close the door on Chipp who didn't even try to stop it until the last second, jamming his blade between the slabs of wood, "I'm not sure you got the message, leave."

"When was the last time he left his room?" Chipp asked, tone stern, but with a slight wavering underneath.

"Hell if I know, I'm not his babysitter," Leo said, pushing Chipps weapon away along with the ninja who just let the door slide shut, he turned to leave.

Then he took a running start before taking a leap onto the wall, grasping helplessly at the smooth marble, trying to find a grip when there wasn't any. He slid down to the ground, gave a small groan of annoyance, he started to circle the castle, seeing if there were any trees that reached to a high window. Only one tree reached as high as he had hoped, but the bark was smooth and the branches thinner than desired, he could scale it, possibly. So he took another running start, digging his blade into the wood where he clung to the tree, swinging himself a bit higher and yanking out the metal, gripping the branches.

He climbed slowly, branches threatening to give with every few inches he scaled, he was sure someone was staring at him through a window. He didn't really care though, so long as he could get high enough up to make sure that Ky had eaten anything he would be satisfied with himself. Sure, this tree was suffering, keening under his meager weight, and swaying back and forth as he somewhat circled it, forcing metal through wood when his grip threatened to give. He really did feel bad for doing this, but as soon as he reached the foliage, he could breath easy, no one could see him, but he had to contort his body awkwardly around the branches.

When he reached the window, the tree was swaying aggressively in the wind and Chipp was feeling the mildly nauseated because of it, like he was on a boat. But there it was, his goal, the window two floors below Kys room, the first king slept in the attic, and he just had to find the hidden door up after he got in. So, without thinking if it was safe, he launched himself at the window, pulling up his shoulders a bit and twisting so he wouldn't shatter the glass with his face.

Shards went flying and some of them tore his skin, one even tore open his fishnet undershirt in a spot, it was mostly small cuts that didn't bleed to much. He stayed perfectly still for a few seconds, no footsteps, no one nearby, he raised to his feet before starting on his trek, only in search of a staircase. Footing light and swift, breathing controlled and silent, he made it in a very small amount of time, and only got almost caught once, up the stairs and now he had to search.

It was shockingly serene as he walked around, even as he allowed a bit more weight to enter his steps, the quietness soothing, but bugging him slightly. The carpet was red, a rich crimson, the walls were white, marbled pillars and some panes of glass stained in faux murals; a very classy joint to put simply. Then he found it, at the end of the ever curving hallway, a small turnoff that led to a hatch in the roof, he pulled it down and climbed up.

To say he was displeased at the sight was an understatement.

It was dark, light barely shone in from a singular blocked off window, even with his vision being acute in darkness he had a hard time seeing (he recently he got real glasses for the day). He saw stuff strewn about everywhere, he saw half empty plates on the ground, he knew they were never full, what he saw was explicitly nothing like Ky. He stepped closer, quiet and somewhat labored breathing could be heard and the barely discernible rise and fall of a blanket. He didn't dare pull it off, he knew he shouldn't, but how else could he make sure that Ky wasn't wasting away as much as last time?

Chipp simply cleared his throat nudging the bedposts with his foot to jostle it, he got a groan in response.

"Did you eat anything?" Chipp asked as Ky slowly sat up, pushing aside the sheets, still fully dressed in his usual outfit.

"No, failures don't deserve food," Ky responded with, he meant it come out sharper than it did.

"You're wrong, now get up, its lunch time," Chipp said.

The first king glared at him until he tried to stand up, his body hurt so much, his expression gritted, his body swayed. In an instant Chipp was at his side supporting him, the blondes body still shook, his bones were a bit pronounced and his skin felt delicate. Slowly, oh so slowly, Ky hobbled to the ladder, Chipp had to help him before they started on their way down to the kitchen.

"I'm still not going to eat," Ky said, he meant it, he really did.

"I know that," Chipp responded with, he would still try to convince Ky otherwise though.

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