A/N: @//diamantdrache sent me some asks and I just HAD to do something with them
Summary: Cryptor sleeps with a knife underneath his pillow and the ninja find out + I flesh out one of my headcanons
Words: 3.4k
Warnings: Swearing. Slight blood.
“So, you’ve been keeping a knife underneath your pillow for this entire time?” Kai demanded. He leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, his arms crossed, a look of annoyance plastered onto his face. Cryptor glared at him out of the corner of his eye.
“What about it?” Cryptor snapped, busy rinsing his hands off in the sink. He had woken up with a jolt, his right hand flying for the blade that lay concealed underneath his pillow. Unfortunately, his hand gripped the bladed part of the knife rather than the handle, and there was now a large, ugly gash across his palm. He was bleeding out rather heavily into the sink, busy scrubbing away the oil as it trickled out of him, bent over the basin.
“What about it?! You just cut yourself! What if it wasn’t your hand, huh? I don’t want to deal with you losing a portion of your face.” The fire ninja replied harshly, before he stifled a yawn, covering his mouth with his hand. It was around two am, and he was not in the mood to talk further.
“But it didn’t happen.” Cryptor said flatly.
“You gotta stop using that logic dude. What if it did?”
“Then what difference would it make?” Cryptor spat, before he turned off the constant flow of water from the sink. Silence befell them once again as the nindroid stared at his right palm, wondering if he was going to start bleeding once again. Once nothing had happened, he reached for a towel.
“What— that’s beside the point here! Stop doing dumb shit like this!” Kai growled as he got off from his leaning spot against the wall, as Cryptor sloppily dried his hands off, hissing quietly as his gash met the towel.
There was silence from the nindroid.
“Oh, the silent treatment, eh?” Kai raised an eyebrow, as the nindroid tossed the towel back onto the rack. Cryptor growled a bit, locking eyes with the fire ninja as he turned to face him. Kai had to admit: the nindroid looked pissed and terrifying.
“Back off Kai, back off.” Kai thought to himself.
“So, why did you have a knife underneath your pillow in the first place?” The fire ninja spoke up, as Cryptor wiped off the rest of the water onto his pants.
“That’s none of your fucking business.” Cryptor huffed, basically pushing past Kai as he strode his way out into the hall. The fire ninja switched off the lights to the bathroom before he turned and followed after him.
“Woah, okay. You’re not going back to bed until I bandage you up.” Kai protested. Cryptor looked over his shoulder and gave the fire ninja a cold, hard glare, enough to turn anyone’s blood into ice. Kai nearly stopped dead in his tracks.
“You fucking dumbass. I’m not going to let you bleed out on the bed.” Kai continued, as the nindroid turned his attention back to the path ahead.
“I’m fucking fine.” Cryptor hissed.
“No you’re not. You literally have a cut in your hand that spans your entire palm. Shut up and come with me.” Kai basically grabbed a hold of the nindroid’s left arm before he practically had to drag Cryptor down the hall, back in the direction they had just come.
“Kai, you piece of shit. I want to go to bed.”
“You’ll get what you want after I make sure you’re not gonna start bleeding again.”
“But—”
“Shut up dumbass.” Kai spat, and Cryptor begrudgingly allowed himself to be dragged down the corridor. They entered the common area, which was only illuminated by the moonlight that came streaming in through the window.
“Sit down.” Kai instructed.
With a defeated sigh, Cryptor plopped down onto the couch, leaning himself back, watching out of the corner of his eye as Kai fumbled around on the shelves. Eventually, the fire ninja pulled out a small white plastic box, before he trotted over to where Cryptor sat.
“Gimme your hand.”
Cryptor extended his hand over to where Kai sat on the coffee table, before he turned his palm up. The fire ninja stared down at it for a second, and then gripped hold of his wrist and directed Cryptor’s hand towards the moonlight.
“K. Hold still.” Kai turned around and popped the box open, before he fumbled around inside for a few objects. He pulled out a roll of gauze and got to work unwinding it.
“Hold still.” Kai instructed again, and got to work wrapping up Cryptor’s palm.
“Hurts?” Kai asked, once Cryptor grimaced and flinched slightly.
“Why would I flinch if it didn’t, Kai Smith?!” Cryptor snapped, the anger returning to his tone. What was the point of all these pointless fucking questions? He pulled his arm back before Kai even wrapped the gauze around twice. He stared at for a few seconds, noticing that black oil was beginning to bleed out from the white material.
“There isn’t a need to be a fucking prick about it!” Kai snarled back. He grasped for Cryptor’s hand again, but the nindroid practically shot up to his feet and shook his head, moving his right hand so it was just out of reach.
“That’s enough.” The nindroid snapped, walking away a few feet before stopping. “I’m going to bed.”
“No you’re not. Come back.” Kai insisted, and it was clear that he was pissed. He slammed the first aid kit shut rather harshly. He made his way over to where Cryptor stood. The nindroid started walking again.
“Fuck off, Kai! I said I was fine to begin with!”
“You absolute dumbass! You think a cut on your hand is fine?”
“Why don’t you mind your own fucking business for once?!”
“This is your problem! You—”
“You guys shut it!” Cole snapped as they approached the door to their room️, his head poking out of the door, before he stepped out and closed it behind him. The earth ninja looked tired, before he reached up to rub the sleep away from his eyes.
The two instantly shut up.
“Save it for sparring.” Cole continued as he crossed his arms. He glanced over at Cryptor.
“How’s the hand?” He asked, glancing down at where Cryptor’s hands lay at his sides.
“It’s fine.”
Cole cast a look at Kai, who was just about to say something.
“We’ll talk about it later.” The earth ninja seemed to say.
The fire ninja growled, before he crossed his arms and looked away.
“Yeah. What Robocop said.” Kai spat out, the words leaving a foul taste on his tongue.
“Good. Can we go back to bed without arguing?” Cole said before he raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t see why not.” Cryptor agreed.
oOoOoOo
“Where’s the knife?” Cryptor demanded. He had lay back in bed, his left hand reaching for underneath his pillow, but his hand grasped around nothing. His heartbeat had begun to speed up, leaving him struggling to breathe.
“We took it away.” Cole answered as he settled back into bed.
“You—” Cryptor glared at him.
“Yeah. We don’t want you to cut yourself again.” Kai's voice rang out somewhere. He turned over in bed, now facing the wall, before he threw the covers over his head.
“I-I…” Cryptor sputtered. There wasn’t anything to protect himself with. He didn’t have any more weaponry. He couldn’t stay like this, so exposed.
“What do you even need it for?” Kai grumbled.
Cryptor wanted to say something. He wanted to explain how the fear was clawing out from his chest, forcing him underneath its waves. He wanted to explain how every time he went to sleep, he’d wake up with tears streaming down his face and in a cold sweat. He wanted to explain the nightmares he had, how they were the things that prevented him from sleeping, how they kept him up until pure exhaustion knocked him out, how he had flashes of them while he was awake.
“Forget it.” Were the words that came from his mouth.
“Mmmmmm.” Cole hummed, sleepily turning over in bed.
And then it was quiet.
oOoOoOo
He couldn’t sleep.
He was exhausted, but he was unable to fall asleep. His eyes burned and his limbs felt heavy, but he couldn’t sleep.
He couldn’t even bring himself to move.
His artificial heart rattled in his chest, the sound of it violently whirring made its way up to his head.
“Get yourself together.” He hissed at himself. His face was buried into his pillow, his hands reaching up to use the two ends to cover his ears. He was aware that he was biting his lip, but the small prick of pain he felt was the only thing that set his mind at ease.
He couldn’t.
He wasn’t aware that he was crying until he heard himself. His breath was hitched and his shoulders were trembling. His fingers were digging into his scalp, pulling at his hair. Make it stop. Someone, make it stop. Someone, take the fear away.
“Stop that. You weak, pathetic, freak.”
A brief flash of a nightmare played itself across his vision. The Overlord’s misty hand reached out for his neck. He could feel the cold touch across his skin, the feeling slowly spreading to all around his body, and he shuddered. He let out a gasp, the sound too loud for his liking, as he could feel his throat beginning to constrict.
But just as quickly as it had appeared, the image was gone.
He was out of bed before he could even comprehend what was happening. All the sounds of the room stilled, and he took in his surroundings for a second. He quickly strode his way for the door, picking his way through all the random items the ninja left scattered on the ground. He stepped over Cole’s duffle bag before he heard a noise.
“...Who’s that?” Someone mumbled sleepily to his left. In an instant, Cryptor’s cloaking went up.
“Who’s who?” Someone else mumbled, as Cryptor slowly creaked the door open a sliver and slipped out.
“Huh. Nothing. Must’ve been seeing things.” He heard come through the door.
He grabbed his leather jacket that was draped over a chair in the kitchen before sloppily put on his boots, stuffing the laces into the shoe instead of tying them.
He basically ran downstairs, to where the garage was. The lights that hung from the ceiling cast a cold, blue hue against everything. The air was cold, and he shuddered. He slipped on the jacket, not bothering to zip it up.
Fuck.
He left his scarf in the bedroom.
Forget it.
He wasn’t going back there.
He pulled his jacket higher around his neck and swiped his keys off the small work table that was placed against the wall, the metal cold in his hands. A small click, and there was a small click as his motorcycle wheels released. He wheeled it closer to the garage door. He left it alone as he walked forward, now face to face with the metal.
Now came the hard part. He crouched down.
Gripping the handle that lay on the bottom of the garage door, he pulled it up as slowly as he could manage.
The sound of the garage door rails screeching caused him to wince. He paused for a second, and listened.
Once he concluded that no one had heard him, he opened up the door halfway. The cold air that came blasting in caused him to shudder. They had just experienced some rainfall, and the temperatures had dropped considerably. The air was wet and cold.
He wheeled his motorcycle out, the handles and the backrest of his bike barely managing to make it through. He was worried that they’d clip themselves against the door, breathing a sigh of relief when they didn’t.
He paused for another second, wondering if anyone would come rushing downstairs, demanding to know what he was doing at a time like this. He listened for another twenty seconds. Once he was satisfied, he turned his attention to his motorcycle.
He mounted his bike, jamming the keys into the ignition. The engine roared to life, the slight vibration of the bike bringing him back into reality. The red accents on the black metal light up, the red glow gently illuminating his jacket and his face. His eyes seemed to glow brighter along with the bike.
The gentle, mist-like rain built up against his skin.
No helmet? No problem.
He accelerated away, the low rumbling of his bike filling the sky, sending a small trail of wet sand in his wake.
oOoOoOo
The hills were quiet. The small sound of the rustling of tall grass filled the valley. Occasionally, he could hear a car pass by on the small road that ran through. He sat on the slope of the hill, his motorcycle parked a good ways away from him.
At least the stars were visible.
He sighed quietly, before he lay down on his back. The grass cushioned him, and he could hear the rustling of the blades in his ears. He lifted up his hands and rested them underneath the back of his head.
His eyes scanned the heavens, just taking the time to absorb in the view.
A few minutes passed by in silence.
“Why did you run?” A low voice hissed from the back of his mind. His subconsciousness was beginning to speak to him. His negative thoughts were beginning to bubble up, the grip on the control of his emotions beginning to slip away.
He scowled. His could feel his hands curl themselves into fists, his fingers digging into his palm. He winced slightly as the fingers of his right hand dug into the gash on his palm. He cried out slightly as he sat up, and ripped off the gauze wrapped around his palm.
“I didn’t.” He spat to himself. He could feel a deep, guttural growl build up in the back of his throat. The anger blurred his vision for a brief second, and he could feel as he let out a choking gasp. What the fuck was wrong with him?!
“Yes, you did. You ran. Cowardly fool. You can do nothing but run.”
“Shut up!” He snapped to himself. He could feel black oil drip down his palm and down his arm. He wiped his hand against the loose black sweatpants he wore, hissing slightly at how the pain ate at his hand. He laughed a bit at the situation, and wiped away the hair that obstructed his eye, feeling as a small trail of blood left itself on his face.
“You absolute coward. No one wants you like this. Nobody does. You are disgusting. Look at yourself. A simple bad dream leaves you like this.”
“Stop talking.” He snarled. His hands clutched at his hair, wincing as it brushed against the wound. The low rumbling of an engine resounded from somewhere behind him, down in the valley.
His thoughts seemed to listen to his command.
He sat for another few minutes in silence.
The cool air of the night was no longer welcoming. He shuddered slightly, wanting to go home but not having enough strength to pull himself to his feet. He hunched his back and tucked his legs closer to his chest, resting his chin on his knees.
Being outside was supposed to help him calm down. Now it did the opposite.
Maybe he should leave—
“Knew I’d find you here.”
Cryptor nearly jumped out of his skin. He whirled his head and shoulders around, his eyes settling on a figure about ten feet away from him. They threw up their hands in surrender, backing away a bit, startled at the sudden movement.
“Chill out. It’s me.”
It was Kai.
Cryptor grumbled something underneath his breath that the fire ninja couldn’t quite catch, before the nindroid turned to face in the direction he had previously stared at. Kai sauntered over to where the nindroid sat, before he dropped to the ground in a cross-legged position to Cryptor’s left.
A pause.
“Here.” Kai held something out, extending his right hand towards the nindroid. Cryptor glanced down at his hand, cautiously reaching out to take whatever was in Kai’s hand.
It was his knife, now in its scabbard. He turned it around in his left hand, before he looked up at the fire ninja, who gave him a crooked smile in return. He grumbled a bit, slipping it into one of the inner pockets of his jacket.
“We should head home. It’s only around three am. You should be able to get some more sleep.” Kai noted before he looked at the stars. Cryptor kept his eyes trained ahead, focusing on the cityscape that stretched out in front of him. They sat on a hill that overlooked the city, the gentle glow from the metropolis reflecting off his black eyes.
No response.
“Something on your mind?” Kai asked.
“Plenty.” Cryptor spat. There wasn’t a need to hide anything anymore. The fact that he was here was enough confirmation that something was going on.
He was just surprised that the fire ninja didn’t notice the finer details yet.
“Like..?” Kai raised an eyebrow, casting a look at the nindroid.
Silence.
“You gonna say anything?” Kai smirked, hands planted on the ground behind him, leaning back a bit as the wind picked up, ruffling his hair.
A slow, painful pause.
He looked over at the nindroid fully, before his eyebrows creased in concern, the smile melting off his face. He sat up straighter, leaning in to glance at Cryptor’s face.
“You’re crying.”
He finally noticed.
“...I am?” Cryptor laughed, immediately turning his face away. He looked down at the ground in shame, his hair falling to cover his eyes. He let out a bitter laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly. His hands clenched into fists, and he winced slightly as his fingers dug into the gash. He turned his palm up, staring at the blood that gushed out.
It was too dark for Kai to notice.
“Fuck. Dude, you okay?” Kai asked.
“What does it fucking look like?” Cryptor laughed, tears streaming down his face and dripping off his chin.
“It looks like…”Kai paused for a second, wondering where he was even going to go with this conversation. He could hear as the nindroid let in shuddering inhales and let out shaky breaths from his spot beside him.
He made a move to wrap his arm around the nindroid’s shoulders.
“Don’t.” Cryptor hissed, staring down at the ground in front of him. “I don’t need your fucking pity at a time like this.”
Kai placed his hands back at his sides.
Another pause.
“Oh! Right. Forgot to give this to you.” Kai perked up, before he dug into the pouch of his pullover sweater. He pulled out a dark red fabric, before he sloppily tossed it in Cryptor direction. The nindroid flinched, before he realized that it was his scarf. He wrapped it loosely around his neck, covering up his mouth and nose.
No answer from the nindroid.
Kai’s slight smile dropped again, his mood deflating. He turned his attention back to the landscape ahead.
A slow, painful pause of silence. Just the sounds of the wind and the crickets.
“...I’ll head back.” Kai decided that the nindroid just needed time to himself. He made a move to crawl to his feet. He could see Cryptor shift slightly from beside him, the nindroid’s head snapping up to stare at him.
“Asshole. I never said to leave.” Cryptor snapped, his eyes snapping in Kai’s direction. His bright red iris was visible against the dark now, the colour burning brighter with each passing second.
“I can’t read minds, dude.” Kai laughed as he sat back down on the cold grass. He could see Cryptor’s shoulders instantly relax, his breathing beginning to even out in sections.
“We just gonna stay quiet?” Kai asked.
“...do you want to talk? I like the night because I can avoid listening to you guys.” Cryptor spoke as he raised a brow, his voice muffled by the scarf. The nindroid leaned into the warmth that his scarf provided, shifting a bit closer to the fire ninja.
“Okay, fine. No talking.” Kai decided, shaking his head slightly with a smirk on his face. Cryptor let out a huff of agreement.
Maybe the company was just enough.
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hii blu! sorry to request, i hope it's not to much to ask, well i'd like to read a fic about "the ugly duckling situation" where Raven shows that she's can be feminine too like wearing high heels or where she changes her uniform or something to show them that she can be attractive too, like some kind of REVENGE maybe? we know that she doesn't need this but, i want them to drop their mouths, let's show them that the creepiest titan can be the hottest girl too, haha thank you blu!!
Hello,
Your request was a lot of fun! And I hope you enjoy the story!
Effortless…
Raven didn’t like dressing up, she didn’t like the ritual ofit. She did not like that she should look like a doll or something. And she didnot like the amount of work that went into it.
However tonight was an exception as she and Jason werecelebrating their anniversary. Not something either of them cared about butDick and everyone wouldn’t leave it alone. So, in irritation Raven and Jason hadsnapped they had big plans, and a lovely night out planned.
They really didn’t.
But their irritation was such that they had decided to lookthe part of a formal event. Which meant Raven was going to have to do all thework to look pretty and like she was on a date. Not something she enjoyed asshe fought her hair and then looked over the makeup she had.
Fuck!
Acting quickly, she styled her hair to be loose, letting theheavy black mass fall down her back. She pulled on one of those pretty blacklace bras she had that drove Jason nuts. Then squirmed into a set of blackpanties with the accents of red to further drive him up the wall. Picking upher garters and stockings she gingerly pulled those into place before turningher attention to her make up.
Dying her lips red, doing her lashes, and minimal cover upshe felt she looked pretty enough for the part of faking a date to go haveheated sex back in Jason’s apartment. Walking to her closet she looked throughher dresses, she wouldn’t wear red, no, but there were other options from blackand red here. She selected a deep blue mini dress, something that clung to her formas she squirmed into it. It was sleeveless, so she picked up the leather jacketJason had gotten her and her boots as she sauntered out.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Garfield had twenty bucks on Raven coming down for her datein jeans and one of Jason’s t-shirts, he was right to think this.
As the only other guy to have actually dated her, he couldattest to her having zero sex appeal. He had mostly dated her to see if hecould get her out of her cloak. He couldn’t. Raven just had no sex appeal, sowhy the hell a guy like Jason was dating her was beyond him. The woman couldn’teven bother to look like a woman, outside her uniform.
“Dude, she’s got no sex appeal, she’s not going to dress upfor her anniversary,” Garfield reminded Wally and Roy who were sitting with himwith a view of the entrance to see her.
“Never know,” Garth said, who was just joining them.
“Hey, little bird ready yet?” Jason walked in with Dickthen.
“No, she should be down soon,” Victor said.
“So where are you taking Raven!?” Dick asked eagerly.
“Yeah, where are you taking Raven, if she’s presentable?”Garfield snickered hopping up tease Jason. It wasn’t often the second Bat wasaround to be teased.
“A favorite of hers,” Jason shrugged. He was dressed up,dressed nice for the night. Raven was going to so not look the part.
“Tell me, why are you dating her? A guy like you could getanyone, why her?” Garfield asked.
“Why not her?” Jason countered seriously. “She’s smart, sexy,funny, a complete badass, and awesome, why wouldn’t I want to date her?”
“You’re a sap!” Dick giggled.
“Shut it! The greenling is asking a stupid question!” Jason snapped.
“It’s not stupid, the woman has zero sex appeal.” Garfieldhuffed.
“Good thing she’s dating me rather than you,” Jason shrugged.
“Sorry for the wait, I forgot my clutch,” Raven appearedthen and Garfield’s jaw dropped.
~~~*~*~*~~~
The thing about Raven was she’s a sin, not just a literalSin, but a sin. She’s a demon, she’s a hellion, she was fucking beautiful, andeven if she never fully showed it, she had this confidence, this attitude abouther which just commanded respect and attention.
The woman was a Goddamn Queen!
And Jason fucking knew it, and he also knew that she was sofar out of his fucking league that he was lucky she had even decided to gracehim with her attention, let alone date him. Guys like him did not get womenlike her.
Guys like him were so below women like her. So when he hadasked her out, it’d been a fluke, and a sort of impulse moment for him afterbattle, when they were lucky to be alive. She said yes, but no pizza, a realdinner. Jason had been so fucking nervous waiting for her, thinking it was ahoax, then she’d walked out in that leather jacket three years ago, and he wasgone. She hadn’t been put aback by needing to ride a motorcycle with him, orhow ‘underdressed’ she’d been. The woman had been gorgeous in jeans and that blouse.And since then Jason just felt happy having her company.
He didn’t need her looking sexy and hanging off his arm.
Though when she decided to do sexy she could stop his heart.Some of the lingerie she would wear was sinful, and then there was her in hist-shirts. Raven also wore a bikini and trust him, that was fucking mouthwatering. Then there were her tats, runes really, but they were in places onlyhe got to see, and he found them sexy too.
Raven was just gorgeous, beautiful, so far out of his leaguehe felt lucky that she had dated him this long.
“Sorry for the wait, forgot my clutch,” Raven said.
He grinned seeing all the guys jaws drop. Yeah, this was hisgirl, and she looked fucking amazing for the not real-real anniversary datethey were faking for an evening of fun. No doubt the woman was wearingsomething sinfully sexy under that dress, and she was probably wearing garterswith those stocking. He was thinking of how many ways he could get her out ofthat dress now.
“It’s alright, you look gorgeous,” he informed her as heoffered his arm to her. Raven slipped her hand onto his offered arm.
“Thank you,” Raven smiled as they walked out.
“You dropped the guys jaws,” he mused as he got the car doorthen.
“They were?”
“Yeah,” he snickered.
“Oh.”
Raven just looked baffled, but Jason glanced at the Towerafter loading her into the car and saw the guys still gaping. Yeah, hisgirlfriend was fucking gorgeous, and they could all just look, they wouldn’tever get to touch her.
He took a small satisfaction at their underestimating ofRaven.
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