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Bali Meet-Cute | Logan Sargeant

synopsis; when vacationing in Bali, y/n accidentally meets a cute American F1 driver after he photobombs her picture

warnings; none

note; not requested

note2; I saw someone say they wanted this, I wanted this, everyone wanted this. I kind of rushed this, but I thought it was still cute

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Y/n hopped out of the bed of the room in the resort she had rented for the trip. She had finally saved up enough money to go to Bali and wanted to make it worth all of the time she had spent at her terrible 9 to 5-job. She'd be staying for a month and so far, for the two days she’d been there, she's been doing nothing but sleeping. After doing so much work for more than a year, she was too tired to actually go out and do anything for the first two days.

Y/n didn't know much of what there was to do in Bali, but she knew that by the end of the day, she wanted to visit the Leke Leke waterfall. She had heard from a friend of hers who had visited Bali that the Leke Leke waterfall was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen and that Y/n absolutely had to visit if she ever went herself. And now she was here, she didn't know what to do.

"Shit, I woke up so late." Y/n groaned, picking up her phone and grimacing at how late she had slept in. Even if she had known what she was going to do, she wouldn't be able to do much of it because she had woken up so late in the day. It was around lunch time or a bit after what was considered lunch time. "I guess I should just go to the waterfall." Y/n mumbled, grabbing a tot bag out of her suitcase and packing up some bug spray, sunscreen, her camera, and a towel. Before grabbing her bathing suit, putting it on, and putting on shorts and a t-shirt on over the bathing suit.

Y/n quickly got into the rented car and drove off with guiding off her GPS because she had the same sense of direction as a blind dog.

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“You have arrived at your destination on the right.” The GPS said. Y/n parked and got out of the car, taking a deep breath and smiling as she felt some of the tension she was still carrying from the long plane ride to Bali, exit her body, leaving only the feelings of bliss and tranquility. “This is going to be a fun day.” Y/n muttered excitedly as she pulled her camera out of her bag and pointed it towards the waterfall and its lush forest.

Click!

Y/n didn’t see or realize there was another person there, too transfixed on the ethereal beauty of nature that was in front of her. It was no wonder Leke Leke was a huge tourist attraction, it made the most perfect candidate for taking photos and it was perfect to put on Instagram. Y/n looked at her photos with a smile that began to fade.

Now who the fuck was that guy?

Logan sighed. This is really what he needed after such a shit weekend. He knew that it was a decision that was made with the team's best interest in mind, but it didn't do anything but shatter his confidence that he had worked so hard during the winter break to build up. Logan was well aware that his rookie season was absolute shit, which is why he worked so hard during the break. He wanted to prove to himself, the team, his fans, and his haters that he could do it. That he could be better than what he did during his rookie season, but the start of this season proved to be nothing but stress and a mess.

They both had to stop during their first race due to car problems, the next two races had no issues that Logan could think of, and then Alex wrecks his chassis, so Logan is forced to give up his own. The Florida resident shook his head as he ran a hand through his hair. He came here to relax, not to stress himself out more. He needed to stop thinking about what could've been if James actually trusted him enough to drive. He knew that they most likely wouldn't be getting points, but at least Logan would have more experience under his belt.

Didn't James say he didn't even really care about 2024 and 2025? Didn't he say he was focused on the new changes coming 2026 or something? SO why did the man feel the need to bench him if he didn't care so much. "That's enough, Logan." The blonde muttered, lightly slapping his cheeks, "You're here for a break. Not to destroy yourself anymore than you already have." He huffed and looked up at the waterfall.

Oh, what he would give to be like the Leke Leke waterfall. Untouched, unjudged, and unburdened by anyone or anything. Living in perfect harmony with the plants and animals that it shares a habitat with. He wishes it could be like this in F1. There was no drama, everyone got along, and the sport was made fun again like it was when he watched it on television when he was younger. But, alas, humans are flawed creatures that seem to bring destruction and ruin wherever they go.

It was a high-intensity sport, yes, but there was so much unnecessary drama and hatred that came with the new grid and the new wave of fans. Why couldn't friendly rivalries be made where the drivers obviously aren't friends, but the fans don't fight like they hate each other(Lewis and Max fans. They seem to go to war for no reason when the drivers are at best civil with each other).

Logan shook his head again as he caught himself thinking about his job again, but this time about the hate he gets being an American in a European sport. "Now is not the time to think about this. I'll go get something to eat and come back later." Logan muttered, turning around and walking back up the little pathway that was worm by so many people trampling down the small hill to play in the pool.

He didn't realize another person was there until he heard a 'tsk' followed by, "Who the fuck is this guy? He ruined my photo."

Logan looked up and his breath caught in his throat when his eyes met the gorgeous (e/c) of a woman so beautiful, he swears she could've been a deity, "H-hey, did I, uh, did I ruin your photo?" Logan asked awkwardly as the sharp eyes of the woman before him practically bore into his soul and stripped away his layers one-by-one.

"You did, but it's alright."

God, even her voice was heavenly. It felt like listening to a chill lofi beat with rain sound in the background. Beautiful and calming. It made him want to listen to it more as it was such a drastic change from the voices he hears everyday.

And by that, he meant the people who surround him. Not that he hears voices.

"Um, I'm sorry. If you would like, I can take a couple pictures for you." Logan offered hesitantly while the woman continued studying him, "There's something bothering you, isn't there? You look stressed." The woman observed, "Do I?" Logan awkwardly laughed as he straightened his clothing. "You do. What's your name? I'm Y/n." The girl introduced, bending down to offer him her hand.

Logan stared at her with wide eyes, unsure what to do. It seemed like she had no idea who he was and he was glad for that. It shouldn't have surprised him the way it did either. Despite having a huge fan base, Formula One isn't as well known as it should be. It really wasn't until DTS that any Americans knew what it was and they started gaining more traction as some people started watching because of how handsome all of the drivers were and stayed because they fell in love with the sport(I know I did) and there was nothing wrong with that.

Logan was brought back to reality by the woman shaking her hand in place as if telling im that she was waiting, "Are you going to shake my hand or are you going to continue staring at me with those big beautiful eyes of yours?" She asked

Y/n felt like diving off a cliff. She didn't know where she mustered up the courage to say such a thing and now she was embarrassed by the way the man was staring at her, "Shit, I didn't mean to say that out loud. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean it. I mean, I didn't mean it, but I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Your eyes are very beautiful, just like your face. I didn't mean-- I'm just going to stop talking now." Y/n rambled, face heating up as she felt herself digging a bigger and bigger hole.

Y/n looked down in embarrassment, too scared to look up and see the possible look of disgust that the man would wear, but she was pleasantly surprised to hear the cutest laugh she had ever heard from a guy and a hand slide into her own gripping it enough to reassure her, but not squeezing it.

"Thank you so much. If it makes anything better, I think you're absolutely breathtaking as well." The man said. Y/n looked up with wide eyes.

Breathtaking. He thought she was breathtaking

Her heart fluttered in her chest as she looked into his eyes. Y/n smiled bashfully and pulled him so he was standing next to her, "Come get some lunch with me. My treat." She offered. "Oh, no thank you. I couldn't--" "You're not. I'm offering, pretty boy." Y/n intterupted, "Logan." The man said, "What?" Y/n asked, "My name. Is Logan." The man, Logan reiterated.

"Well, it's absolutely lovely to meet you, Logan. Did you drive to get here?" Y/n questioned, leading him out of the forest by his hand, "I, uh, no. I walked here, um." Logan stuttered, easily keeping up with her strides. "Well, you can ride back with me. I know this is adrupt and weird for a first meeting, but I want to get to know you better." Y/n said, looking back at him with a smile that had his heart fluttering, "You do?" Logan asked.

"Of course, I do."

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The duo found themselves sitting acros from each other in a resturant called Cafe Tahu after a short and silent car ride, "So, Logan, what's on your mind? What's got you looking so down while in one of the most beautiful nature spots in the world?" Y/n asked, tilting her head and resting it on her intertwined fingers.

Logan didn't want to burden her with his problems, but the way she was looking at him made him want to talk to her, “My job is to… drive cars and last weekend, my teammate crashed his car, putting it out of commission for the weekend. Um, usually if you crash, you're out, but…” Logan trailed off, clenching his fist.

Y/n slid her hand across the table and grabbed his clenched one until Logan had untensed his hand enough for her to intertwine their fingers, “Judging by your reaction, that’s not what happened?” Y/n asked. Logan shook his head, “No. It's not. They decided to give my teammate MY car. It's like they were rewarding him for his fuck up, but I'm not upset with him.” Logan let out.

“Well, I'm assuming it wasn’t his decision. You know what? I'm proud of you.” Y/n said, Logan looked at her in confusion, “For what?” He questioned. “For not losing your cool. For not blaming your teammate for the decision. For being so mature about it even though you could have gone ape shit. I have to say that I respect that.” Y/n said, removing her hand from his and instead holding his arm while using her other hand to prop her head up.

Logan looked deep into her eyes and nodded, “Do you want to…I don't know, have dinner with me tonight?” Logan asked breathily. Y/n tittered, “I don’t think first meetings are supposed to move this quickly, but at the same time, I've never had so much chemistry with someone I just met.” Y/n hummed, playing with Logan’s watch. “Yeah,” Logan muttered, distracted by her nimble fingers toying with his watch.

“Sure. Why not? Let's get dinner together.”

“Great. Can I have your number?” Logan asked, beaming while holding out his phone for her to take. She put in her number and handed it back, “After we finish our drinks, what do you say we go back to Leke Leke and take some better photos?” Y/n inquired.

“I’d like that.”

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sunflower-lilac42 · 4 months

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✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 | hey baby au ♔

summary: anna takes asher to the first game of the season

warnings: none, at least i think so

notes: part of the 'hey baby' series. welcome back everyone, sorry i haven't done this series, i didn't know what to write (please send asks and thoughts). hope you guys enjoy this and yeah. add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

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“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” Nico groaned from the extra weight on his bed and turned over.

“Asher.” Nico’s accent came through and the boy giggled, “Uncle Nico! It’s time to get up. It’s your first game today.”

“Yes, I know, meine liebe. But that means I need my sleep.”

“Uncle Nico what does ‘min- mina- lib-lirba’ mean.”

Nico sits up and scoots back so his back is flush agains the headboard and moves his nephew into his lap, “It’s meine liebe, schatz, and it means ‘my love’. And before you ask, schatz means hon.”

Asher nods excitedly, thoroughly entranced with his family’s native language. Nico continues to speak and tell Asher different German words when Anna knocks on his door, “Ash, what did I tell you last night about waking your uncle up?”

“Not to do it.”

“It’s alright, schatz. No biggie.”

“Mommy! Did you know that sc-schatz means ‘hon’?”

Anna shakes her head, “No, I did not know that, my love. Now how about we make some breakfast.”

Asher nodded his head once more and raced out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, “I’m sorry about him waking you up, Neeks. It’s been a long week.”

Nico gets up and throws one of his shirts on before going over to his sister, “I promise you, it’s okay. I can only imagine how draining it is, You’re doing great.” He kisses her on the forehead and she smiles walking away to make some food.

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Asher could not contain his excitement. Anna was lucky that she even got him to go down for a nap earlier right before the game. He made Anna get to the Prudential Center before the doors were even open, having Nico go and get them.

Asher excitedly clambered down from his mom’s grasp and went to grip his uncle’s outstretched hand. Anna followed behind the two, looking around at the arena along checking her phone whenever they stopped so Asher could ask questions. When the clubhouse came into view, Asher ran to the door and tried to open it, “Woah woah woah, there kumpel.”

“I wanna see everybody!” Asher bounced on his feet, extremely tempted to start running around the hallways.

“One moment, Ash.” Nico knocked on the door making sure it was decent before tkaing his nephew into the crowded room.

“Hi everyone!”

“Hi Asher.” Everyone let out their greetings and Asher went around saying hi to everyone.

“Hi Uncle Jesp. Hi Uncle Gravy. Hi Uncle Dougie. Hi Uncle Cloudy. Hi Uncle Jonas. Hi Uncle Tater Tot. Hi Uncle Dawson. Hi Uncle Bernier. Hi Jack! Mommy this is my new friend Jack!”

Anna looked up from her phone and in between her son and Jack, “I see honey. Go ahead and ask him, if you want.”

He nodded, “Jack, can you guess my five favorite things?” Asher loved to have people guess his favorite things. Nobody knew why he did, yet it was always funny how mad he got if someone got it wrong.

“I’m gonna say dinosaurs, airplanes, rainbows, and chicken nuggets.” Asher nodded his head as Jack spoke looking happy that he was gonna get them all right, “And the New York Rangers.”

Asher gasped in offense, “No! Why would I like the Rangers, Jack?” Jack shrugged, “I’m just joking, little man. You’re favorite team is obviously the Devils.”

He nodded in approval and walked back over to his mom, “Bye everyone. Good luck!”

Everyone waved at the little boy as he and Anna walked out of the locker room. She took him to their seats, right near the glass per his request. They waited until warmups, Asher making Anna take pictures of him and the rink with his jersey on as people piled into The Rock. The boy made friends with the poeple who sat around him, a nice young couple, a family with two kids, and a group teenage boys, who he was the biggest fan of.

The boys played rock, paper, scissors with him along with allowing him to play on their phones. When warmups started. Asher was standing and banging on the glass trying to get one of his uncles’ attention. When Ryan came over he started chanting, “Uncle Gravy! Uncle Gravy! Uncle Gravy!” IN reutnr, Ryan threw him a puck and he squealed.

The people beside them laughed at the boy’s antics, yet that wasn’t the last that they would hear from the boy. Whenever the Devils would score, he would chant their scorers name and then those who got the assist. Whenever the Blackhawks scored, he would boo saying something about how it wasn’t Bernier’s fault. And when the Devils got into the penalty box Asher would look towards his mom and “whisper”, “Mommy, Uncle …, did something bad.” When the Blackhawks got a penalty he screamed “Sentence to life” which Anna has no clue where he learned it from but had a sneaking suspicion.

When Jack got the OT winner Asher was beyond happy, screaming, “Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!”

Anna took him to see the boys after the game and even allowed them to take the two out to dinner to celebrate the first game, and win, of the season.

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anna.hischier Asher's (and the devils) first game of the season. congratulations on the win boys. Ashy even got a puck from Uncle Gravy

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nicohischier I think he should come to all of our games

⤷ anna.hichier @/nicohischier haha you wish, neeks, not happening

⤷ ryangraves27 @/anna.hischier I agree with cap

dougieham Thanks for bringing him, Anns. I swear he's our good luck charm

⤷ anna.hischier @/dougieham I'm glad we got to come! We'll see you guys in a month!

taliaforester he's so adorable!!! Love his Hischier jersey

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tmntxthings · 5 months

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Ok so, hi! I hope you're doing well! I really really like your blog and was wondering if you're still taking requests? If your not thats completely fine.

but If you are could you please please do a the rise boys with a reader who's like their little sister? i cannot for the lofe of me find very many of these, and I adore them.

Your writting is AMAZING btw! Make sure to eat food, drink water, and get some sleep! <3

Big Brothers

author’s notes: :D am i doing requests still? …yes?! it may not seem like it but I look over them all… just lacking in the motivation department rn, esp with this semester, but booyakasha we ball xD thanks for requesting <3 author's note 2.0: I wrote Raph's part in JANUARY and i finally finally finally had the will power to finish Mikey's tonight, the semester is over yayyyyyyy!! Hopefully my motivation will rejuvenate and I'll be writing way more consistently... hopefully lollll hope you enjoy~~

warnings: none to note, unedited, mayhaps a curse word ?

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Raph

Where do I begin? He’s always the type to protect those around him. It doesn’t matter whether you’re just a regular citizen or someone he knows and loves, this turtle will protect all! He’s got a big heart.

Much like April you stumbled into the boys life at an early age. Yet unlike her, you were younger than the entire group. As a tot, Raph made sure you were never left behind, hiking you up on his shoulders along with Mikey.

Both of you giggling about the height and saying “look look I’m flyingggg!!” making superhero poses, just the works. Standard oldest brother material. He was still a kid too so there were some accidents, of course you fell off once or twice.

But he was quick to distract you from any boo-boo’s, swooping you back into his arms and snuggling his head close profusely apologizing for getting a little too rowdy. “Don’t cry!! Look Raph’s gotcha! All safe and sound!”

“Does it hurt bad? Let’s go get patched up by Lee hmmm? Raph bet’s he has the prettiest bandaids for you!”

If the group is playing a competitive game, like tag or hide & seek, Raph’s making sure you’re having a fun time. Not feeling left out or being picked on too much. In tag he may run a little slower so you are able to catch him, he would happily be ‘it’ a thousand times if it meant you beamed that mischievous smile. “Tag Raphie!!! Hehehe”

In hide & seek he’ll hide with you or better yet find you the best spots to hide. “Okay Raph’s going hide now too, goodluck and don’t make any noise!!”

As the group grows from tots to teens and the world isn’t as sparkly, and dangers lurk every corner Raph becomes more concerned with your safety. Though there’s not much he can do while your at school, any time you hang out with the bros other than the lab he’s always got a watchful eye.

“Ohhhhh guys look at this!!” Window shopping being one of your favorite past times as they walk the streets of NYC. Raph can’t help but call out for you to “Wait!” or “Watch out!” Something about those sidewalks cracks that always trip you up. And don’t even get Raph started on how many times you’ve bounded ahead of the group only to get lost.

“C’mere you!” Raph’s pulling you close and giving you a noogie. Definitely not caring as you screech about your hair. “What’d I tell ya about running off??” He continues messing with you until you either slip out of his grip or call out mercy. “You had me worried!” He breathed out with a stern look. “Awww Raphie I’m not little anymore!” You teased, but to him you’d always be his little sister. Just like Mikey would never escape being the little brother.

Leo

Oh my lord the trouble you two get into. Pranks? Yeah. Lots of them. The two of you are menaces together, and unlike Leo, you get off the hook with batting your sweet innocent eyelashes. “Whaaaaa Leo told me to!!” And he’d scoff, yelling out traitor as you stuck your tongue when Raph’s back was turned.

Despite always slipping away from punishment, Leo didn’t mind you throwing him under the bus. In fact he was quite impressed with your tactics. One of these days he’d catch you on video being a brat behind Raph’s back! So count your days because they were numbered.

While Leo is down for throwing caution and safety in the wind, if things get serious.. let’s say someone threatening you? Whoever’s spouting such nonsense better run for the hills. He doesn’t deal kindly with those who hurt his family. Especially his little prankster of a sister. “Run that by me again? You said what about my sister??” Fun, silly, charismatic Leo is gone! He’d have a glint in his eyes that scream ‘you’ll pay for that.’

What else?! Though he claims he’s nothing like Raph in regards to being wrapped around your pinky finger, he totally is. “Hey Lee can you portal me to school?? I don’t feel like walking!” He’d complain saying how you’re using his rad powers for such a lazy reason (even though he’s guilty of such a thing) but after he gives you an earful of complaints he’s opening up a portal.

Don’t think he won’t waltz in right after you. Much like those older siblings who love to embarrass their little siblings. Calling after you to “Have a greaaaaaaat day!! Big brother wuvs youuuuuuu!!” And it’s similar if he’s picking you up from school. He’ll portal in with a speaker and blare music, mostly Nicki Minaj.

Donnie

Those little puppy dog eyes you can pull off with Raph have no influence when it comes to Donnie, he has footage of your two-faced nature, having big crocodile tears at one moment and an evil grin at the next, unlike Leo who has never been able to successfully capture you in the act, Donnie has and he lords it over you as blackmail for most things, like a big brother usually does

He only brings it out when absolutely necessary, mainly whenever the two of you are in a back and forth banter that has gone too far, "Oh yeah? I seem to recall a certain purple turtle reading some very interesting fanfiction with Atomic Lass last night!" You puff up satisfied when Donnie gasps at such a true accusation, the utter betrayal! "C'mon guys don't start fighting" Raph will speak up as Donnie whips out his phone going for his passcoded camera roll.

"Oh Raphala I have something to show you!" Donnie will sing as he turns the phone over to reveal the beginning of a video of you and its one that has you immediately screeching. Jumping up from your spot to run and try and tackle Donnie to the floor, but he expects this as his battleshell takes off into the air, putting himself and his phone out of reach. "Turn it off!!! Stop it Dee!!! I never said what exactly you were reading!!" You plead as he swoops and dodges the pillows and really anything you can get your hands on to throw.

So yes, he has the dirt that you would hate Leo to get his hands on so Donnie and you have a bit of an understanding of one another. Other than that though you can find solace in his lab anytime. He doesn't mind your entry because unlike his brothers you don't start touching or breaking things. You treat his inventions carefully and he has fun explaining to you their potentials.

As tots Donnie was definitely quizzing and spitting out random facts to your malleable brain, a lot of it ended up sticking so you understood him to some degree on an academic level, but most of all he had prepared you for school to which you were forever grateful

Now you may not say so in words but with each passing grade you would go down to the lair and find Donnie specifically to show off your assignments, beaming proudly as he would smile and singing his praises about how well he had taught you. He realized that maybe he had taught you too well since you were a master manipulator when it came to tear ducts but he couldn't help but smile at that, proud to have another evil genius in their midst

Mikey

He knew what it was like to be treated like a baby despite being only a few years younger, so it came as no surprise that he would agree with you whenever you wanted to do something adventurous, something on your own, "Guys, she's old enough to go out to the movies with her friends!" Even if he sort of knew your crush would be going as well, Mikey was not going to be the brother to hold you back from falling in love!

Now heaven forbid that little heart of yours gets stomped on. The person who did so will obviously be on some sort of shit-list by all the turtles, but I think Mikey would be the one who has to be watched out for the most, he destroys people who hurts what he loves, that pizza place episode with the rock band is a prime example! He'll turn savage, lunging for violence, striking to enact karma on those who deserve it the most

Of course he will be the best brother to go to if you want to have some deep emotional talks, Dr. Feelings to the rescue, and though it hurts him to know you've been stabbed in the heart, he will be there through the whole break-up process! Cry session with tubs of ice cream or whatever sweets you desire, Mikey's a great cook so baking isn't that hard for him. He will listen to all the rants and raging that you need to get off your chest, adding in quips when necessary. Then when its time to detox fully, delete pictures, unfollow on all social medias, block their number, get rid of the gifts and physical reminders, he's there with a box, repeating how strong you are and that you don't need them nor these things!

Unlike Leo, if you and Mikey wanted something, a pair of puppy-dog eyes was better than one, even Donnie could not hold out for long if the begging was done by both of you at once, "Donnie c'mon pleaseeee set up the switch! We wanna play Mario Party!" "I thought we were gonna be playing Minecraft-" "You guys its easy you don't need me to set it up." "PLEASEEEEE"

And no doubt Mikey is whipping up your favorites in the kitchen. He loves to hear your heartfelt "thank yous!!!" and "Angieeee it's so tasty! 10 out of 10!!" You know exactly how to curry his favor when you go topside and grab him new ingredients to use. That and shooting compliment after compliment his way. Sometimes he will trust you to stir or cut up veggies when he has too many things going on at once in the kitchen. The vibes are immaculate when you get the aux cord to the speaker in the kitchen, the both of you singing out all kinds of music and going into little dance breaks when a song is just too good to not groove to!

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benkeibear · 1 year

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☰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 - 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

⧫ Characters: Ran, Rindou, Sanzu

꒰ ͜͡➸ the fight | ꒰ ͜͡➸ Taiju/Hanma/Kazutora | ꒰ ͜͡➸ Mikey/Nahoya/Draken

⧫ Reader: female

⧫ Wordcount: 1.9k

⧫ Summary: What happens after their hand slipped? Can they fix your relationship?

⧫ WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and reader getting hit once

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (Also - repost from my old url)

☰ Ran:

The second the door closed, signaling that you left a shiver ran down Rans back, the consequences of his actions only settling now. Rindou was frozen to the spot, not expecting things to turn out the way they just did.

With a deep sigh Ran sat down on the couch, staring with empty eyes at the broken television, his hand still tingling from how hard He hit you just moments ago “She had no right saying that to you” He mumbled to his younger brother, trying to find a reason to why He did what He just did. As if Rindou had woken up from his frozen state He shook his head “She was right though… I just destroyed both of your lifes with a lie” He mumbled full of regret, Rans head snapping over to him “what do you mean - a lie?” He asked way too calm, having fear bubbling up in the younger Haitani again. “It was me. I’ve been teaching her to fight for a while now. I broke the baton and the TV on accident” He admitted, voice barely above a whisper which caused Ran to lose it completely, trashing the whole apartment in a fit of rage before He stormed out, needing to be alone. He wished he can just go tot you now, pull you against his chest as he apologizes for hurting you but no matter what he said, nothing would be enough and he certainly knew better than to go to you now, it would only get worse.

Weeks went by with Radio silence from both sides, missing your boyfriend despite what he did, regretting what you said to Rindou in a fit of rage - maybe you deserved to be slapped back to reality. What you didn’t expect when you heard a knock on the door, was to see the younger Haitani actually standing in your doo, forcing himself inside so you have to listen „Please y/n just one minute and i will be gone“ he pleaded and you granted him said one minute in which he apologized dearly, letting you know just how full of regret he is. „It’s okay if you don’t forgive me but please go and see Ran… He’s miserable without you. All he does is work and get drunk - that’s not him“ he mumbled upset, hating the shell his brother has become. „He is miserable“ you ask with fake amusement „I had to cover the bruise for a week. He hit me Rindou… Did he ever once consider how miserable i was?“ You spat, tears welling at your eyes as you shoved RIndou towards the door.

Yet another surprise waited for you, a half drunk Ran sitting next to your door - has he been there all this time? He jumped to his feet the second the door opened, not daring to meet your eyes „Please my Bunny… Let me apologize“ he said sincere, feeling himself sober up at the seriousness of the situation. You sighed, shaking slightly because this was all too much, still letting him come in before all your neighbors hear anything. „What i did was wrong but i can't turn back time… i can only ask for your forgiveness and be a better man, be better for you - if you let me that is“ He began, unsure of where to start „Please forgive my mistake, i never meant to lose my temper and hurt you, never wanted to scare you, i promised that“ he continued, eyes bloodshot and glossy from the lack of sleep, alcohol and the way he tries not to break down in front of you.

You knew you crossed a line that day and that he wasn’t in his right mind at that moment so you lifted your hand, Ran almost flinching, thinking you would slap him. However your hand came to rest on his cheek in a loving way, having him leaning into your touch „I forgive you Ran Haitani but things need to change. You have to stop treating me like a fancy prisoner and let me do things i want to do“ You said serious, eyes connecting with his as he nodded „everything for you, Bunny“ He said sincere, hoping the nightmares of hurting you will stop now that you will be with him again.

☰ Rindou:

This was the last Party Rindou had, barely even leaving his room for weeks except for work. He became a shell of himself, quiet, depressed even. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t get over you, barely remembering what exactly happened, just flashes of how his hand connected with your cheek in a drunken rage of jealousy.

It came to a surprise to Ran when he got home and there was music blasting, people filling the apartment again after weeks of deafening silence. Did he finally move on? Did he apologize and everything is okay again? When he finally found the younger Haitani to ask what going on his blood was boiling, seeing another woman in his arms instead of your familiar face. Stalking over to him with long Stepps he ripped him away from the woman, fist connecting with his jaw but Rindou didn’t even try to dodge it, as if he needed this wake up call, as if he would punish himself with it. „Did you at least apologize to her before you fuck around?“ He asked with a voice full of anger, Rin only shrugging „She wouldn’t want to hear it. Need to forget her“ he said cold, unable to stand this loneliness, the pain in his heart. Yes, he knows how wrong this was but he cant take it anymore, the silence and knowing that you don’t love him anymore. The image of seeing you in his brothers bed - even if it was nothing serious - was burned into his head, unable to shake the feeling of regret at how he neglected you.

Before he even realized that minutes had past as he daydreamed, the people got sent out by Ran, chased out of their shared apartment as Rindou just watched, sitting down on the couch with his face buried in his hands. He craved your touch, your love, the way you always cared for him and your smile - how long has it been since he even seen it?

Weeks passed again and Rindou became a shell of himself again, trying to accept the fact that it was his lack of attention and the way he physically hurt you was what made you leave him, running away from him actually and he deserved it. What he didn’t know is that you actually agreed to come to the older Haitanis birthday party, something small with just good friends. In fact he didn’t know until he saw you grab some snacks in the kitchen, quickly rushing to his brother. „How could you invite her? I can not… I’m not ready to see her“ He said rather worried and Ran shrugged „She’s my friend. And last time i checked you didn’t car about her being here“ He snapped, not caring for Rindous feelings as he was the one who fucked it up, not you.

He spent the majority of the night watching you from across the room, trying to come up with the right words but they all seemed to fade when you made your way up to him. The next thing he felt was how your hand connected with his cheek, the burning sensation setting in right away as you winced from the pain it caused your hand. „That’s for hurting me and accusing me of sleeping with your brother“ you mumble and apologies came flooding out of him right away, only shutting up when your palm caressed his red cheek, soothing the pain and drowning out all noises around him as if it was only you and him in the apartment.

„I forgive you… but i need you to pay more attention to me again, just like you used to do“ You mumble softly, kissing the corner of his lips which made him melt. He threw you over his shoulder and took you to his room, ending the party early for the two of you „Let me hold you, yes? I missed you… a lot“ he admitted, blush spreading across his cheeks when you opened your arms to welcome him back into your heart.

☰ Sanzu:

The moment you left, Sanzu lost himself, he lost his touch to reality, the ground beneath his feet. All he felt was the feeling of falling and spiraling down without anything to hold onto. He knew that you were the only good thing in his life and that he didn't deserve you, not even close but he needed you to stay sane, to function and to wake up every morning.

Of course he would never leave Mikey behind, he would never even think of doing such a thing. But in order to deal with everything Mikey brought along, he needed you to even it out, to have you bring love, care and the good moments in his life. And how miserable he felt to even depend on you the way he did, he was an adult after all and can't expect you to be there for him if he can give you nothing in return, not even his time, not even the bare minimum.

So when he saw you walking on the other side of the street, way past midnight he thought his mind was playing tricks on him yet again until you too seemed to notice his presence, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights before hurrying away from the scene. Sanzu didn’t even think twice to go after you, leaving Mikey behind and not looking out for the traffic, all he could think of was - you.

When he finally caught up to you, he gently held onto your arm as if you would evaporate under his touch „y/n… Angel, please don’t run away from me“ he begged with a weak voice. You looked past him, making sure Mikey was far enough from you „Haru, i can’t . He told me to leave or else he will kill me“ you said full of fear, knowing what he’s capable of but Sanzu shook his head „i promise, i make you my priority. I will never lay a single finger on you again if my touch isn’t full of love“ he reassured you, deadest on keeping his promise but you took your hand out of his „I know Haru… But I can not go on like that with Mik-„ you tried to reason but he interrupted you „I will kill him if he even thinks about hurting you. You’re everything to me - but don’t make me choose please“ he declared in a desperate way and you believed him, you believed the seriousness in his eyes to protect you and to be there for you again.

A long sigh escaped your lips before you pressed a small kiss to both of Sanzus hands „I forgive you for what you’ve done but I’m not ready to forgive Mikey yet. Let’s go home, yes? Let us take things slow“ you mumbled, missing the moments spent between the two of you. Without so much as a look towards Mikey he nodded „Let’s go home my Angel… Let’s take care of the rest later“ he agreed, giving you the smallest smile as your fingers locked with his.

Networks: @tokyometronetwork

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cowgurrrl · 6 months

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I’m sorry. I am simply obsessed with rockstar!joel with crackhead twins. There is something about this hot dude in his 50s with a bad back having to raise two wild gremlins who like to gnaw on the table leg!? You know what I mean. Could I please request a cute fic where Joel is just super exhausted and feels like he is maybe not up tot he task, I don’t know maybe the girls are like in their chaos 2 year old stage. After a long day of them not being interested in him at all and him just feeling super insecure he resorts to strumming my girl on his guitar and they are just mesmerized by their dad?! Idk like the music is the moment the turn into sweet little mushy angels again? Sorry that was super long, anyway love yah.

Thank you for the request 🥺🥺 ily2 and I love that a general consensus has been reached that the twins are batshit crazy as toddlers and Sam is just a Perfect Baby Angel

My Girls

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: Joel braves the first of many Sophia and Violet days [1.6k]

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and the foster care system, Joel being a DILF, that’s it

It's debated on what's harder: going from no kids to one kid or one kid to two kids. You honestly don't have a lot of skin in the game when it comes to the question because Sarah and Ellie were teenagers when you met Joel. Even then, Sarah was fourteen when Ellie came into their lives and sixteen by the time the adoption paperwork was approved. You thought going from two to three with the birth of Sam would be hard, and it was, but Sam was an amazing baby. He always wanted to cuddle, followed the rules almost to a fault, and rarely threw tantrums. He's the kid that made you think, "Oh, yeah. We could totally do this again." Sophia and Violet, however, have given you a run for your money from the moment you found out you were having twins, and two years later, they haven't stopped.

True to form, once the girls turn two, you go back to work. Joel is accommodating because, of course, he is. He realizes you put your career on pause for almost two and a half years (if you count the mandated bed rest your doctor put you on at 32 weeks) and is more than happy to let you go and do your thing. He'd been a single dad with no help to a kid before. What's thirty years and a couple extra littles running around? As it turns out, a lot.

The day you return to set, this time as a director instead of an actor, the girls spend the first hour without you crying. Sam, being six and used to his parents' routine, is seemingly unfazed and continues watching Bluey and munching on his breakfast. Sophia and Violet bang on the door, scream and refuse to let Joel even talk to them, let alone pick them up to comfort them. They fight him the entire way to the car to get Sammy to school on time and then cry even harder because "Bammy's going to school." Joel can normally soothe his girls without any issue, but they didn't sleep well the night before and have been wound up all morning.

When he got home with them, they demanded a snack, but they had to be different because twins. Then, Sophia collapsed in a heap on the floor because Joel peeled her banana for her instead of letting her do it (rookie mistake). The toddler dramatics sent Daisy into action to remedy the situation, which made Violet scream in protest because she suddenly decided she hates when Daisy licks her or anybody for that matter. Poor Daisy didn't know what to do besides scamper off to her bed and watch Joel struggle with big, sad eyes. Then came the drama of what game to play: Princess Tea Party or Princess Dinosaurs, which caused another explosion of unregulated emotions. By the time noon rolls around, he's staring at his phone as he tries to decide whether or not to call you.

If there's one thing Joel Miller hates more than admitting defeat, it's seeing his kids upset. Everything he tries to do only upsets the girls more and makes him question his parenting skills. How the fuck did you do this for two years? Sure, the kids had their days, but the only time you ever sent him an SOS at work was when Violet had an asthma attack and ended up in the emergency room. Even then, you got all three kids in the car and to the hospital without help. You're a fucking force when it comes to taking care of the kids, and right now, he feels like the worst dad on the planet. After a quick cry in the pantry, while the girls watched Encanto for the umpteenth time and ate lunch, he takes a deep breath and decides he can handle a few more hours.

With a little more fuss and frustration, he gets Daisy on a leash and the girls in a stroller and walks them down to the neighborhood playground. The change of scenery and the sunshine put the girls in a much better mood. For a blissful hour, the girls run around and play and giggle without a care in the world. Joel does everything from pushing them on the swings to going down the slide with them to letting them play with Daisy off-leash. They have fun until the dreaded hour of nap time creeps up on them.

Thankfully, the girls (Daisy included) are tired from their adventures on the playground and start the journey home reluctantly. It's getting them to actually go to sleep that's the issue. Every time he tries to leave their room, one of them calls out the saddest "Daddy" he's ever heard in his entire life, and he turns right back around. And it would be fine if his presence wasn't enough to keep the girls awake. He knows that if the girls don't nap, it will only make the day longer and worse for everyone. He sits on the floor between their two beds and tucks a curl behind Violet's ear.

"C'mon Vi Pie, you guys gotta close your eyes and nap," he says quietly. "What can I do to get you to sleep?"

"Call Mommy?" Violet suggests, and he tsks.

"Honey, you know Mommy's working, but she loves you, and she's gonna be home real soon, okay?" As he speaks, he can see the tears welling in Violet's big brown eyes and turns to see the same tears in Sophia's identical ones. "No. No, please don't cry. Please. You're gonna break my heart." He begs. "What can I do to get you to stop cryin', huh? Y'know, when you two were babies, I used to just hold the both of you and sway and sing to ya and…" he trails off as his eyes land on Ellie's old guitar resting against the wall of the girls' room. She gave it to them when she got her new one and told them they could use it to practice. They don't really do much more than pull at the strings and turn the tuning knobs, but they'll learn.

He pulls himself up, his knees cracking as he does, and walks over to where the guitar sits. After some tuning and quiet adjustments, he sits on the edge of Sophia's bed and smiles at the two little girls staring at him with sleepy eyes. "Now, I haven't played this one in a while, so you be nice to your old man, but I used to play this for Sarah all the time when she was y'all's age." He says as his fingers find the chords. The girls are enraptured as Joel plays a quiet rendition of My Girl by The Temptations. He changes the lyrics to "My girls/talkin' bout my girls," and they smile as his southern drawl fills the room with warmth and serenity.

He notices their eyes getting heavier and their blinks getting a little longer each time, so he continues. "I don't need no money/ fortune or fame/ I got all the riches baby/ one man can claim/ well I guess you'd say/'What can make me feel this way?'/ my girls." He sings softly, his own eyes getting heavy with emotion as he thinks a little too hard about the lyrics. It doesn't help that the girls look just like you when they fall asleep. Joel has to cut himself off with a guitar riff to keep his voice from cracking and disrupting the girls.

He plays another song or two just to make sure they're fully asleep before he carefully puts the guitar down and tucks his girls in. "Love you, Soph a Loaf," he whispers as he kisses Sophia's head. He repeats his actions at the other bed with a gentle, "Love you, Vi Pie," before tiptoeing out of the room. On the other side of the scribbled-on door sits Daisy with a smile on her face as she looks up at Joel. He smiles back and pets her head.

"My girls." He sings to her, too, making her lean into his touch lovingly and stick close to him even when he goes back downstairs to let the girls rest.

"Did you write a new song?" You ask that weekend when all the kids are down for the night, and Joel gives you a confused look.

"Not that I know of. Why?" He asks, and you shrug.

"The girls asked if they could listen to 'Daddy's new song.'” You say. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"D'you remember the song I used to sing when you were pregnant with the girls?"

"Of course I do. It was the only way they'd settle down…" You extend your vowels as the connection sparks in your brain.

"It was the only way I could get 'em to nap earlier this week. Played it on Ellie's guitar and everythin'." He says simply, and you take a deep breath as you stare at him. He's wearing a shirt Ellie helped design to raise money for kids in foster care, but it's stained with nail polish from when the girls decided he needed a manicure before he could play baseball with Sam in the backyard. He took it all in stride and didn't flinch at any of the insane requests your kids threw at him. You sigh and peel your eyes away from him.

"It's really not fair how good of a dad you are," you sigh. "It's annoyingly hot." He smiles and kisses your cheek smugly.

"Sorry."

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yorshie · 3 months

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Help, I can't stop thinking about Donnie just listening to Winnie softly breathe over the phone while he lays back in his bed. Cradling his cell close. Murmuring something like "What have you done to me... ?" as he feels drowsiness seep at the back of his mind. Relaxing into the memory foam, breathing softening as he struggles to keep listening until he eventually slips off.

Wakes up hours later, more rested than he's been in a long long time time.

The call was disconnected automatically (it does that after 3 or 4 hours - a hard limit from the phone company), or maybe one of them shifted in sleep and pressd the hangup button eventually.

And he's left there, staring at the diffuse light from under his bed dancing on his ceiling as the colors shifted, muddied from his nearsightetness, thinking how he would sleep with her beside him for real.

Would she let him hold her?

Is she the restless type?

He's slept through Mikey kicking him in the head once on a mission after keeping watch for 5 hours straight, so he wouldn't mind. Plus, it's not like it'd feel like more than a nudge from her.

It didn's sound like she snored, just soft little breaths and the occassional mumble. It was beyond cute actually.

Would he even be able to fall asleep if she were here?

He had the strangest urge to keep vigil over her as she rested. Would that be creepy?

Smoothe her brow if she had nightmares. Feel the soft sigh of relief fan over his face.

Wondered if she ever dreamt about him. If so, then what role did he play in her mind?

Was he just a memory, something to make her happy and fond after a few hours spent together?

He hoped for that, at least.

Was it possible he was... more? That he plagued her the way she was constantly intruding on his waking hours, sleepless days and the few hours he passed out from sheer exhaustion?

Did she ever dream of forbidden things like he did? Impossible imagined situations of shared breaths and sweeping touches.

Donnie was the furthest thing from stupid. He'd had the observant nature of a researcher since he'd been a tot.

Not like it was hard to see the blushes, the rapid pulse fluttering at her carotid through that thin, fine skin on her neck. The nervous ticks and eagerness to please. Smell the...

But no. That could have just been a natural reaction to flirting. Though he'd yet to sense it whenever Mikey dropped an obvious, if playful, hint. Or Raph got close to ruffle her hair. Or Leo was gallant.

Ran his palms over his face, pulling down at his eyelids. Huffing a bereaved sigh. The mottled skin from his burn mark tingled faintly. A lot of the surface nerves there were dead so he'd never felt much of the pain except for the excruciating agony when he got it. Sometimes the place twinged, but it was deeper than skin level. Like the flesh underneath remembered what it felt like to be whole and sent him little jolting reminders.

But he still remembered how her hand had felt on his that first time. The hot sting of shame that she was disgusted, only to get hit upside the head with something queasy and too big when he'd figured out how scared she'd been at the thought of hurting him, yet remained completely unbother by the ugly mark.

Would she be as unphased if other parts of him touched her? Would she hate that he was obsessively curious how her skin felt? Her hands were soft and small and perfect. Was the rest of her like that too?

Or were her vulnerable spots even softer somehow? Her throat, her face, the insides of her arms and thighs. Her belly and chest. Her mouth and that place between her legs he was activly fighting not to think about too long. Or the faint, alluring scent of her arousal that he sometimes got a little whiff of whenever they were alone and close enough to touch.

Donatello closed his eyes, throat clicking when he swallowed back the rush of saliva that flooded his previously dry mouth.

He should probably get back to work, but he found his scarred hand scooping up the phone in stead. His fingers typing out a quick "Bon matin, ma petite tartine sucrée." and sending it before propriety caught up enough to stop him.

He wpmdered if this was too much too.

He supposed he'd find out when she came down to help him again, that giddiness that always precluded her visits helping him hop out of bed to start his day with renewed vigor.

[Here, some inbox fic so I can torture u with feels too, pls forgive the typos]

😘

TORTURE ME? YOU TORTURE YORSHIE? YOU TORTURE HER WITH SOFT PINING DONNIE? [turtle jail. turtle jail for 1000 years]

[is thrown down a flight of stairs, trips out the window at the bottom, smacks into the grill of a Peterbuildt truck, is transported to a landfill where I will languish until a tall purple terrapin takes pity on me and picks me up and dusts me off]

....the kiss at the end is because you know I read this in one sitting while my cereal got soggy isn't it?

dear god nonnie I'm gonna be absolutely haunted by this.... can i use that line? am i allowed? Oh my god you hit the nail on the head with a mallet and then you just kept swinging.

#ask away!#cw suggestive #suggestive #oh look. it's pick on yorsh day. you all are hilarious.

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thefringespod · 3 months

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Finally got smart enough to make my #AudioDramaSunday list ahead of time so I wouldn't forget anything for once! We're gonna start today with the newest Magus Protocol episode which was phenomenal. Cole Weavers wrote this one and I just adore his writing. Also: Augustus is here 👀

Early access for the newest ep of @souloperatorpod was this week and y'all have a TREAT waiting for you tomorrow. Tot continues to astound me with her many talents and we also get to meet a new character who I'm already in love with

@tellnotalespod has brought us back to Julia and Riley who are overworking themselves (especially Riley. Let them sleep.) I love getting to hear from them in these mini eps but they DO make me want to shake Leo even harder Leo please talk to your friends please

@camlannpod episode 2 released this week and my gods it was so much fun. A blend of deep and emotional scenes and comedy (I'm still thinking about "The CW lied to me") I love every character with my whole heart and have been loving all the theories on tumblr about the show

New @innbetween was so sweet I love hearing the Lowlifes become actual friends. Phoebe thinking that everyone wanted her to leave squeezed my heart so hard and everyone insisting she stay because she was the one that they wanted for the quest??? Just so so good

@somewhereohio has once again knocked me flat with this episode. The worldbuilding around Jasmine and what's going on with her memories is incredible! I am an Orange Splice stan 1st and person 2nd. Also the Nadia/Alex scene breaks my heart because I know how they end 😭.

New Technomancy Project was SO GOOD!! And I was FUCKING RIGHT!!! I said this before but I love having all of them play Belial's game this time around and I don't think there's a single EPO agent who didn't make me cry this ep. The Technomancy Project continues to kick ass

Caught up on last weeks @thesiltverses and gods it fucked me up (affectionate) B Narr does such a fantastic job with Faulkner. I love him. I hate him. I want him to get whats coming to him & I want to protect him from it at the same time. B's performance knocks me flat every time

There was another special episode of @wakeofcorrosion this week featuring the Fringes' very own @totcoc0a and @taytayheyhey! I will never forgive them for what they did to my heart <3 Shaun Pellington wrote a killer script and deserves none of the blame even if it did break me

Continuing to make my way through the Storage Papers this week and episodes 13-19 were VERY good. I said "Nope, don't like that" out loud multiple times while listening to 19 which is the exact reaction you want from a horror pod.

This isn't a new episode listen but @wpwcpod has announced their existence and cast and im SO FUCKING EXCITED!! Not only do I love CL Hendry's writing but it will also feature the Fringes' very own Ollie Bannerman and @chainofbeing Cai Gwilym Pritchard I'm so hyped

Also not a new episode listen but Athan (creator of The Grotto) has announced that his album is coming out on March 29! If you've listened to The Grotto then you know Athan writes killer music. And if you dont listen to the Grotto: DO IT GO LISTEN RIGHT NOW ITS SO GOOD

Here on the Fringes we're preparing for the second half of the season! Episode 19 is available RIGHT NOW at patreon.com/PineTreePods and will be available to the public this Wednesday! Also gearing up to finish the last 3 episodes of season 3 which I'm super excited for

And over on @forgedbondspod the first half of the show is written! The cast has been thrown into a discord and has access to scripts now which is super exciting, I can't wait for yall to hear what's going to come from the first 24 eps

And that's all for this week! It's a long audiodrama Sunday post but there's just. So much good stuff going on. Every day I'm so grateful to exist in this audiodrama space and to share my work with yall <3

#audiodrama sunday #audio drama sunday #pines notes #recommendation post

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genshin-impact-fics · 8 months

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Can I ask for a continuation of Eula's part from Fatui reader pt2?

I absolutely can! Sorry it took forever to get this out but when originally started it I had my idea for it, but then my brain cells completely forgot it, but thankfully I got it back ^^'. I hope you enjoy the continuation

Talking with Amber in the privacy of her office at the knights of favonius she was trying really hard to keep herself from falling apart over the current events. Eula is literally pacing the space taking down anything you had gifted or made for her, though if there’s a picture on her desk of the two of you she’s gonna struggle throwing it in the trash or putting it face down.

Morally she did the right thing in leaving you as how could she trust you as you were on enemy sides… But why did it feel so horrible and hurt so badly that she could shoved you away and ended things. She heard the name Fatui and instantly couldn’t jeopardize the security of the knights of favonius and the people of Mondstadt.

But being sat down and listening to Amber and now actually taking in the words her lover was trying to say during the fight earlier as needless to say she’s hurting.

Cuz Amber would tots agree that Elua did the right thing breaking things off if you were willingly with the Fatui, but that wasn’t the case at all; you were another case of someone being forced to work when you didn’t want to keep seeing others getting hurt or killed.

Which of course led to several days of trips to Angel’s Share so Eula could drink her sorrows and regrets away. She could only reflect on things as she cried while a bit tipsy; all the horrible things she called or thought about the Fatui to you when she was unaware of your affiliation to them as you listened and never even flinched or reacted to hearing her words… She was calling you those things and you let her do so

Honestly now Eula had forgotten how much time had passed since she had last seen you having spent many days drinking the rest of the days away which often led to Amber bringing drunk Eula back home leading the noblewoman to cry herself to sleep. On patrols she had kept her eyes out for you, as she’s been hoping and praying that she’d spot you or find you somewhere to apologize… But that day never came as she was even desperate enough to question a Fatui member (after beating the crap out of him) about if they’ve seen you or knew of your current whereabouts. Only to get “I don’t know, I haven’t seen them,” and a “I only heard that there was an incident during one mission and no one saw them since”.

So pretty much with that information she was once again up on the second floor downing a beer barrel after the next crying as the music below was loud enough to hide any whimpers or sobs that had come from her. Mourning your possible death and how horrible she felt for pushing you away when you needed her the most; her constant internal conflict with herself caused her to lose you entirely, if she had helped you maybe you wouldn’t be possibly dead. Her head resting down on the table crying while clenching one of the gifts you gave her in one of her hands as there was no way she had the heart to get rid of any of it.

One of the rare times Eula’s guard was down and wasn’t alert to anything going on in her surroundings, the sound of any footsteps coming up the wooden stairs till someone reached the floor and saw the condition Eula was in. “Oh my dear Eula, you really have gotten bad,” your voice concerned and frowned seeing your ex-lover as such approaching slowly before kneeling beside Eula. “Please go away, I’d rather not be haunted by your- ghost,” she said hiccuping as she spoke, not lifting her head. “I don’t need to be reminded I made a grave mistake not listening to what you had to say. I was a bad girlfriend for not being more supportive when you were trying to tell me you needed it. I’m sorry,” She continued babbling as she was out of it from the alcohol. “Eula I’m not dead,” you said taking her name gently rubbing your thumb over her knuckles to comfort her. “I may have tricked the Fatui into thinking I died, but I’m really alive. I’m really here,” you tried to continue to show you were in fact not haunting her.

She had started to pick up her head as maybe it was the alcohol making her hear your voice. She enjoyed listening to so much thinking the moment she went to look to see for herself you wouldn’t actually be next to her… But you were when her vision wasn’t double vision of everything. Literally launches out of her chair and tackled you to the floor hugging you tightly and crying as she proceeded to profusely apologize over and over to you. Of course returning the hug and comforting her and reassuring her that things were okay, that though it did hurt being apart you didn’t take it personally for how she reacted and such. It took quite a bit of time before Eula could settle as the two of you shared a kiss and she wasn’t too much of a hot mess. “Eula dear why don’t we get you home, I’ll cook us some food and you could get some sleep,” you said as it felt good to be back with her and that she still had feelings for you that didn’t disappear. Getting up and assisting Eula up providing her support the two of you would be leaving out the backdoor. “H-hey how did you know where I was,” Eula asked as she leaned and kind of clung to you. “Like I wouldn’t be able to find you at your favorite place to go to haha. But really while laying low I managed to get a letter to Amber allowing her to find me. To which when getting to talk things out and making sure I could be trusted, she told me that you got pretty depressed after a while and pretty much were spending any free time drinking your life away… I couldn’t let you do that to yourself,” you said, helping her safely down the steps.

“I love you, I promise to be a better girlfriend,” Eula said sniffling, nuzzling her face into yours.

“I love you too. I think you’re already a great girlfriend… Maybe tomorrow if you’re feeling up to it we can go on a swim date in Dragonspine?”

“Heh- hehe I’d like that a lot.”

#genshin impact #eula x reader #eula lawrence #genshin eula #genshin fanfic #x reader #Fatui!reader x eula

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probsnothawkeye · 1 month

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I cant sleep so we're gonna talk about the new @souloperatorpod episode right now!! There will be spoilers as there always are but short review: I'm gonna commit acts of cartoon violence against a fictional character

Let's get started!

Let's start off on a positive which is that I love John-Michael Cassidy with my whole heart he's just a cowboy and he's great 🤠. 10/10 no one is doing it like him. I also really like Sandra but I do not fucking trust her. She's got a soothing an authoritative voice, milf energy for days, and so many secrets I'm sure of it. Why must Tot make me distrust a milf? Truly unfair. Also putting Tessa basically on public trial to make an example of her? Absolutely bullshit and even more reason not to trust Sandra idk what she's hiding but she IS

Fuck Austin. All my homies hate Austin. Where did he even come from? He's talking about how Tessa isn't part of the neighborhood but mate I have never heard of you before in my life you truly showed up just to be an antagonist and I will commit acts of cartoon violence. Especially for the slut shaming of Tessa and Nates friendship like yes I am a Tessa has 2 hands truther but that doesn't mean she's fucking these people! I love that Nate came to Tessa's defense and I love that John-Michael Cassidy got to punch Austin in the face.

I love you, John-Michael Cassidy.

Moving on in the episode I personally am never going to forgive Tot for Nate and Tessa's argument because that shit HURT TOT! I know I said you could do whatever you want forever but OUCH MAN WHY DID YOU DO THAT. Nate saying "You promised" before leaving BROKE ME. Mike LeBeau is delivering 10/10 voice acting as he always does but also Mike please my heart can't take it. Following that up with Tessa and Anisha talking and Anisha trying to her Tessa to understand why and how she fucked up I'm still screaming about it. Just. The whole vibe of it is Tessa thinking she's expendable and Nate and Anisha trying to prove to her she's not through caring for her in different ways and TESSA HAS TWO HANDS GODDAMMIT Tot I'm gnawing on these characters I love them so much

A fun fact for anyone who hasn't listened to Soul Operator yet: you can get through everything that's currently out in roughly 2 hours. We did a group listen in the The Grotto discord and it wasn't all that long so if you're looking for something short and amazing to sink your teeth into then you gotta check out Soul Operator it's so fucking good

I'm not just annoying about it because I promised Tot I would be, it truly is a phenomenal show and I would be annoying about it with or without promises PLEASE listen to Soul Operator its good for you

#soul operator #souloperatorpod #im so normal about this show (lying)#its really fucking good and episode 6 did irreparable things to my heart #pine throws thoughts into the void of tumblr

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bitchinbarzal · 2 years

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bug being in one of her uncles weddings🥹 i know miss girl would be the star of the show

“Bug we gotta go!”

“I told you, I’m not ready yet!” She huffed, turning around with the makeup less brush in her hand.

“The wedding is starting!” “It has to wait!”

Trevor turned to the rest of the party stood behind him all with amused looks “Quinn your kid is a drama queen”

Quinn smirked “Yeah we’ve been told”

“Ok i ready!” Bug announced, brushing past Trevor’s legs and to Luke who was holding her basket of rose petals.

Quinn crouched down next to his daughter, pressing a kiss on her cheek “You look pretty”

She blushed “Like mama?”

“Exactly like your mommy, now let’s go Jack’s waiting”

She nodded, eye brows furrowed in concentration as she held onto Quinn’s hand to enter the room where the ceremony was taking place.

After a thumbs up from the coordinator she urged on by the boys.

Bug skipped up the aisle towards her uncle stopping to give out flower petals

“One for you, and one for you and you too! Oh grandpa one too!”

Everyone chuckled at the tot and when she got to the end of the aisle she waved at her uncle “Hi Jacky”

“Hi baby girl, go sit with grandma” he urged, pointing at the empty seat in the front row.

When the music starts playing and everyone stands Bug ends up on her grandma’s hip watching as you come down the aisle first as maid of honour you’re partnered off with Luke as Jack’s best man

“Mama’s so pretty” she mumbled to her grandma who smiled and agreed.

When it eventually got time to see her aunt she gasped “Wow”

Everyone laughed looking at the little one who was utterly amazed by the dress.

“My thoughts exactly Bug” jack chimes in, obviously a nervous thing.

Throughout the entirety of the ceremony she sat contently with bright eyes and a smile looking up at her aunt and uncle in such adoration.

When they were announced officially married bug cheered the loudest “Yay!!!”

The after party was where bug really got in the spirit. She was dancing all night long. She’d made a new best friend in Trevor to cause absolute havoc.

“Q please go check our daughter isn’t knocking people over I saw her run past here a second ago” you asked, sitting down at the table with the rest of your family.

“On it, boss” he replied, kissing your head and finding his daughter.

When it came time for speeches you made one, Luke, Jack and some of the brides family. Before they went to put the mic away Bug shouted that she wanted to say something.

Jack nodded, lifting her onto his hip and holding the mic to her lips

“Hello, I’m bug!”

“Hi bug” the guests chanted like it was an AA meeting.

“I love Jack and Violet! Auntie Vi is my favourite and I’m so happy you’re my auntie forever now”

She smiled bashfully at the bride who kissed her cheek as a thank you “Hey what about me? I’ve been your uncle for almost four years!”

Bug made a face then she grunted before she asked to be put down.

As the night calmed and some guests left the last song played - a slow song.

Quinn pulled you up to dance and bug whined to join in so you stood swaying to the song with your daughter sandwiched between you both, her head rested on her dads shoulder while her little eyes fluttered shut.

“I think she partied too hard” you mumbled, brushing the baby hairs off her now sleeping face.

“She’ll have the toddler equivalent of a hangover tomorrow”

“She’s pretty full on these days, huh?”

“Yeah but i can’t imagine our lives without her now” he replied. Dragging you over to collect your belongings off the table now the song was done and your daughter was flat out.

“Let’s go home - we’ve got two more of these beautiful babies waiting for us”

#bugs world

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mad4turtles · 1 year

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big bro michelangelo

part 2/2

(part 1 here)

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Mikey understands why Splinter gets pissed whenever they wake him up from a nap.

Sleep is amazing.

After rolling out of bed and treating himself to the longest shower he's ever had, he returns to the t.v room to find the toddlers and Splinter all asleep in the fort. They'd left it up overnight at the behest of the kids, and Splinter hadn't complained once about the room being overtaken or missing his shows as he'd sat with them, picking up from where Mikey had left off in the Wizard of Oz. Mikey had been herded to bed early by April after wolfing down a whole pizza courtesy of Cass—a not completely rare bout of kindness—and Splinter had still been in the fort when he left, the little ones taking up his lap and shoulders as they listened to him read with wonder in their eyes.

He's just in time to watch as Draxum carefully removes the book from where it'd fallen over Splinter's eyes and lifts the blanket to cover all four of them. Leo shifts in his sleep, brows furrowing until Draxum hushes him, gently stroking his head until the little slider settles down again, cuddling against Donnie. Automatically, Donnie shifts to cling to Leo. Draxum leans back on his heels with a smile.

Mikey has never whipped out his phone so fast in his life.

Draxum still notices, though, and the poisonous glare he sends the box turtle is dampened only by the pink blooming across his cheeks. He points a warning finger. “Not. One. Word.”

Mikey waggles the phone in his hand. “Get Dad to double my allowance, or this baby goes viral.”

Draxum splutters. “Wh—why in the—why in Spirits' name should I bend to the whims of—?”

“I took care of three screaming mutant ninja toddlers by myself four hours before your woolly ass got here,” Mikey says with dead eyes. Draxum goes very still. Good, 'cause Mikey ain't playing. “I deserve a little somethin'. Even if I gotta blackmail my way to get it.”

Draxum stares. “I'll talk with your father.”

“Thanks, Papa!” Mikey chimes, skipping over to give his step-father a hug and a kiss on the cheek he can't dodge fast enough. The sheep yokai rolls his eyes and pats Mikey's hand.

“I'd say I'm proud, but quite frankly, Michelangelo, you frighten me.”

“Dr Delicate Touch can be a petty bitch.”

“Language.”

“You don't really care.”

“I really don't.”

They leave the sleeping tots and Splinter in the fort and head for the kitchen where April and both Jones' are waiting. April smiles when Mikey steps through and pulls him in for a cuddle. “Sleep well, big bro?” she asks.

“Like a baby, sis,” Mikey says, squeezing her waist and lifting her off her feet to make her laugh before setting her down to take the plate of fresh pancakes Casey offers him, He knew he'd smelled something good. “Thanks, Jr. Damn, these look fine!”

Casey smiles in that shy, thoroughly pleased way that melts Mikey's insides like goop. “Learned from the best,” he says. “Figured you'd be happier going over a game plan with a full stomach.”

Hopping up to sit cross-legged on the table, Mikey takes a big bite out of the pancake stack and sighs, blissed. “A man after my own heart,” he says around the mouthful. “Bless you, Casey Jones Jr.”

Draxum huffs a laugh poorly disguised as a scoff. “Let us continue with the plan. As Michelangelo told April over the phone, Hypno-potomus supposedly picked up a book of spells and cast a random one during battle. He had no idea that it would result in... well, that,” he jabs a thumb at the doorway where their napping charges lie, “which means tracking him down and forcing him to reverse the spell would be pointless.”

“What if we persuade him?” Cassandra asks, playing with a kunai with a terrifying grin splitting her face. Mikey has learned to stop asking where she keeps them.

April glares. “Cass, put the knives away. We're not torturing him.” Cass obeys, not without muttering and pouting. “Drax just said there's no point. What would beating the answer outta him do if he don't even got the answer? The spell was random, and besides that, he's kinda hard to find.”

“He's roommates with the worm guy, is he not?” Draxum asks. “Or am I mistaken?”

“Pretty sure they're married now,” Mikey says after swallowing.

“Oh. Congratulations to them, then.”

“Back on topic,” Casey cuts in, hands splayed on the table the way Mikey has seen Leo do a dozen times, and it makes him smile. “Hypno might not know what he did, but we can find out how to undo it without him. All we need is the book of spells or another book on how to break this one spell.”

April perks up. “Oh, right! Then Draxum can do his Mystic thing and bring our boys back!”

“And bring an end to this adorable torture!” Cass declares, waving her kunai (again) until Casey puts her arm down with practised patience. Draxum rolls his eyes again, and Mikey—

Mikey feels torn.

He misses his big brothers. He misses Raph's big booming laugh and hugs, Donnie's dry humour and the tangents he goes on about whatever special interest he has that week, and Leo's stupid jokes and reassuring smiles. He wants all that back, so bad it hurts. But...

Mikey sets his empty plate on the table. He needs his team and his big brothers back. He wants them back. But not at the cost of their happiness, this new (old) innocence...

“Mikey?”

Mikey realizes with a start that everyone's looking at him expectantly. Except for April, her brows furrowed in concern.

Right. Game-plan. Get his brothers back, and get the team back.

He shakes himself and smiles. “Sorry, zoned out. What did you say?”

April regards him a moment before smiling. Of course she knows. Big sisters just know everything. “I asked if you knew where we might find a spell book like what Hypno used? Or something that'll tell us how to break it?”

Mikey freezes. “... I may have an idea,” he says slowly. “There's... um... there's always the Mystic Library—”

“Of course!” Draxum exclaims. “The fountain of all mystical knowledge! How could I forget? I know exactly which section to look... but I cannot accompany you there as I am still not entirely welcome in the Hidden City, let alone the library.”

Mikey feels sweat gather along his brow. “Yeaaahh, about that—”

Draxum's smile falls like bricks. “Spirits above, Michelangelo, so help me—”

“We maybe kinda sorta might be banned?”

Draxum sighs, slapping a hand over his eyes. “Of course you are. I'm surprised you've not been barred from the entire Hidden City at this point.”

“You're one to talk, goat man,” Cass snips. Draxum ignores her.

“I'm sure they'll let you back in for an emergency, right?” April ventures. “I mean, who bans someone from a mystic library?”

“Library?”

Every head spins to face the doorway. Donnie, rubbing his eye with the heel of one hand, the other holding a droopy-eyed Leo, stares up at Mikey on the table. He hadn't heard them get up!

Baby ninjas. No wonder Dad went grey so fast.

“Mike's goin' to library?” Donnie asks, more awake now as hope and excitement sparkle in his eyes. He hops from foot to foot, jostling Leo. “Can I come? Can I, can I, please, please? Can I see library, Mike?!”

Oh hell no.

Desperate, Mikey turns to the other adults and teens in the room. None of them look at him, suddenly very interested in their phones, claws or, in Cass' case, the damn kunai, whistling loud and tuneless.

Mikey feels rage.

He turns to Donnie with a beaming smile—“Sure thing, Donnie D!” he says through his teeth.

“Can I come, too?” Leo asks, which throws Mikey for a loop until Leo continues with a yawn, “don' wanna let Don go 'lone. Gotta... gotta stay together. Rahpie comes, too.”

That breaks Mikey's heart and warms its shattered pieces all at once. Now he really can't say no.

“Of course, Little Blue! Go wake up Daddy if he isn't up already and let him help y'all get dressed! We're goin' on a feildtrip, baby!”

Leo and Donnie cheer with their whole bodies, throwing their arms up and stomping their feet before running off to find Raph and Dad. Mikey watches them go, love and warmth in his chest.

He turns to the others and the warmth turns to ice. “Expect a visit from Dr Delicate Touch in the next twenty-four hours.”

The sound of four people gulping has never sounded so sweet.

~0o0~

The bat yokai librarian doesn't look overly happy to see him as she peers over her desk.

One look at the three wide-eyed, slack-jawed toddlers holding his hands and clinging to his back softens something in her gaze, but her soft tone is strict when she says, “I don't even want to know, do I?”

Mikey smiles and shrugs helplessly, shaking his head.

“If I allow you to browse, I trust you will be quiet?”

“Yes, ma'am,” Mikey whispers.

“And your young charges?”

Mikey looks down at the little ones. “Remember our talk, lil' bros?”

Three heads bob in rapid nods, putting their fingers to their lips. “Library voices, shh,” they whisper.

Mikey beams. “Rad.”

The librarian almost cracks a smile. No one is immune to turtle tot cuteness. “Very good. You may proceed. But one word and all of you will be in the Kiddie Room.”

Mikey's pretty sure he's the undisputed ruler of the Kiddie Room, but he's not going to chance it today. He salutes and turns to scour the shelves Draxum told him about, but Donnie hops off his shell and races toward the desk. Mikey bites his lip against a shout, but he hisses Donnie's name frantically. He goes ignored.

Donnie carefully taps the pedestal. “S'cuse me, miss library lady,” he whispers.

She raises a brow. “Yes?”

Donnie beams, hands flapping by his sides. With his glasses on, sizes too big for his face, he looks younger than he is and far cuter than he has any right to be. “Thank you very much for letting us come to your beau—bootiful—boot—pretty library,” he chimes quietly. “I love books so much!”

The librarian stares, eyes slightly wide. And then her smile is small but real. “You're quite welcome, young man. Take as long as you need to.”

Donnie flaps his hands again, excited. “Thank you, I love you, buh-bye!” he chirps and trots back to Mikey, hopping onto his back and clinging, muffling giggles against Mikey's hoodie.

It's all Mikey can do to keep from squealing, eyes welling up. The librarian doesn't seem to be faring any better.

It takes forever, especially with three excited babies all wanting to do their own thing and trying to run off, barely evading the Hush Bats' wrath, but he finds the section he's looking for and has the boys sit in a reading nook with colouring books he'd brought with him. Donnie forgoes them and settles in a massive armchair with Sherlock Holmes's complete collection on his lap.

Mikey finds the book he's looking for after half an hour, and by then, he's exhausted, eyes burning, limbs aching as he plops onto the floor with Leo and Raph. They're quietly discussing who would win in the ultimate fight between Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim, with Leo on the side of their father. He smiles as he skims the index and flips through the pages.

Ah-ha! There! De-Ageing Spells, hell yes!

Grinning, Mikey reads. And reads. And...

His smile falls.

Oh.

He lifts his head from the book, turning to face the toddlers smiling and softly giggling in their own little bubble, safe and sound from reality's sharp, unforgiving needle.

His heart sinks.

Oh, man.

~0o0~

The good news is the spell is easily reversible; no blood oaths or sacrificial virgins required. All they have to do is want to be big again, remember who they're supposed to be and let go of who and what they were.

The bad news is it's been three days since they went to the library, four since they were changed.

Mikey knew from the moment he'd read the article. They don't want to change back.

He doesn't blame them.

It's easy to forget sometimes that they're teenagers. Mikey is fifteen, for crying out loud. Raph is—should be—seventeen, a kid in a law that will never touch them, not really, as they are. They've saved the world from evils beyond comprehension, have nearly died on many occasions, and they're not even legally allowed to drink! Much as they hate to hear it due to whatever dumb hormones tell them otherwise, they're children. They shouldn't have to do any of this. That's why most superheroes in media are adults—severely messed up adults, but still!

Why should Mikey take this away from them? Why should anyone take it away or force them to want to let it go? The world will always be in danger, so why can't someone else 'rise to the challenge' and defend it? Why does the world have to fall on the shoulders of kids who barely get the chance to be kids? Why can't they be selfish for once?

Tensions were high in the two years following Splinter's decision to make Leo the leader—a position Leo had never wanted and Raph was doing so well in despite the challenges—and then things change after the Krang. Leo cracks fewer jokes and trains more often, Donnie triple-checks and quadruples his time in the lab pouring over defences, upgrades and fail-safes, and Raph is twice as jittery at night, can't sleep without a light on or checking on his family several times each night. Not that Splinter is much better—Mikey hears him every night, feigns sleep when his father tucks him in and kisses his cheek, lingering a moment before moving on to the next room.

This is the happiest he's seen his family in what feels like forever.

But as much as Mikey wants his brothers' happiness, his true wish is just as selfish. And he feels horrible for it, he does. But—

“I want my big brothers back,” he says, muffled in the folds of Draxum's robe on the night of day five. Sitting on his bed, he clings to his stepfather with all his strength and lets the tears fall. Draxum holds him with one hand on the back of his head, the other rubbing circles along his shell. It's a show of affection he's still getting used to two years down the line, and as much as it's appreciated it only makes Mikey cry harder.

Raph used to do this. Used to pick me right off the floor and crush me with all the love he had in him.

“I don't want them to hurt anymore,” he says through his tears, “I don't want them to fight or, or carry everything all the time 'cos they feel like they have to. I want them to be happy. But... I miss them! I miss my big brothers and I want them back! I don't wanna be the big brother anymore!”

“Hush,” Draxum soothes, holding Mikey tighter as he cries himself out. “I don't know your brothers as well as I'd like to, but I do know how much they care about you. A part of them knows and remembers who they really are. A part that knows this can't last, no matter how much they want it to. The past is in the past, and all that's left is the present and what we have to look forward to. They won't stay like this forever, Michelangelo.”

Mikey sniffles messily, not that Draxum seems to care about the mess he's made of his robe. “That's... that's prolly the wisest thing you've ever said, Papa,” he says. Draxum huffs fondly, but Mikey's smile dims quickly. “What if they do? What if they... what if they love being kids again more than—?”

“Don't you dare,” April hisses from where she's suddenly materialized in the doorway, “finish that sentence, Hamato Michelangelo.”

Mikey stares at her. Draxum loosens his grip and stands in time for April to take his place on the bed, taking Mikey's face between her hands and giving him a firm shake.

“Mikey,” she says, eyes burning like coals into his. Her worry is buried deep beneath, but Mikey sees it through the cracks. “Your brothers adore you. If you asked for the moon in a basket or the sun for a night light, you bet your little ass they'd find a way to make that happen. Ain't nothing in this world more important to them than you. No amount of Jupiter Jim marathons, bedtime stories or piggyback rides could ever hold a candle to having you as their little brother. They'll break this spell no matter what it takes or how long. You know this, I know this—hell, Draxum knows it!”

“Why do you sound so surprised?”

“So hang in there, okay?” She smiles, pressing a kiss between his eyes and wiping his tears away with her thumbs. “Give 'em time. They'll be back before you know it.”

Mikey breathes in deeply and tries to believe. He nods. “Okay,” he croaks, throwing his arms around his sister's neck when she pulls him in.

(Outside the door, a pair of tiny feet quickly scurry away.)

~0o0~

He takes his eyes off them for a second.

They're playing in the park, hanging off the monkey bars and the swing set, and Mikey, sitting on the bench, reaches for the buzzing phone in his pocket.

Then Leo shrieks his name, and terror freezes Mikey's blood.

Hypno has Leo and Raph by their hoodies. Donnie screams at him to put his brothers down, kicking the mutant hippo's shin to little effect.

“Aw, aren't you lot adorable?” the magician coos. “Can't believe you're still so tiny, but, I'll take what I can get. Which is you lot, to get Orange over there to come running right into my trap! You won't be much of a nuisance if you're all pint-sized tots!”

Mikey doesn't hear what the fat creature says over the ringing in his ears. His body moves on its own, faster than he's ever moved in his life, and even then, he's too late. Hypno vanishes in a puff of purple smoke.

Leo, Donnie and Raph are gone, too.

Mikey stares at where they'd stood. Donnie's glasses lie forgotten on the wood chippings, the lenses cracked. Carefully, Mikey scoops them up. He shuts his eyes and grits his teeth.

When he opens his eyes, the world is red.

~0o0~

He uses Donnie's tracker to find them—thank god for Donnie's paranoia and mildly invasive meddling tendencies. They're holed up in some run-down warehouse, empty save for boxes no doubt filled with Hypno's assortment of traps, support pillars that creak ominously to the time of dripping pipes.

And, of course, Hypno and his little-big brothers, tied up and crying out for him from the little cage behind the magician.

The world is still red around the edges, and Mikey ignores whatever villainous spiel the hippo spouts, nunchaku ablaze and spinning.

“Give. Me. My. Brothers.”

Mikey's voice sounds foreign to his ears, and whatever look Mikey has on his face makes Hypno stammer into silence and take a step back. “Whoa, nelly, that's quite the look you've got on your face! I-I'm actually starting to regret my decisions leading up to this moment.”

“Mikey's gonna kick your big fat butt!” Leo cries, struggling against the ropes binding him shell-to-shell with Raph and a sniffling Donnie.

“Yeah! He's gonna beat ya up, good, ya—ya big butt head!”

“B-Bitch!” Donnie says through his tears.

Hypno looks at them flatly. “Right, I'm over the regretting thing. Let's dance, shall we, Orange?”

Mikey scowls. “Gladly,” he hisses, and charges.

(He understands Raph's rage, now, barely hidden under layers and layers of love. He wonders if it's this scary to him, too, knowing how much of it he has and what it does to you when the people you protect are in danger.

Perhaps that's what ultimately freed Raph from the Krang that day. It's what led Mikey to Leo, after all.)

The fight is as messy and chaotic as usual. But Mikey's not having fun, and Hypno won't let him get close to the tots until he's one of them. He must've finally studied the book, which is just great, really, and adds fuel to Mikey's growing fire. Figuratively and literally.

An explosion gets too close to the kids, and Donnie wails at the loud noise.

Then Mikey gets angry.

He traps Hypno in the extended chains and swings him straight through a pillar. It's the straw to break the camels' back as the whole building crumbles around them.

Mikey remembers himself and nearly chokes on his horror. What did I just do?

He hears his brothers scream his name. He shakes himself and sprints to the cage, tearing it open with sheer adrenaline and slicing the ropes away with the jagged piece of metal that bites into his skin. He ignores the sting and pulls the crying tots into his arms.

“It's okay, guys,” he says, dizzy with relief—he's got them, they're safe, he'll get them out, and they'll be safe, they'll be okay—“It's okay. Big bro Mikey's here.”

Something gives above their heads. Mikey looks up in time to see the giant slabs of concrete hurtling towards them.

He doesn't think twice. He shoves the boys as hard as he can, and—

And he blinks awake to a ringing in his ears and copper in his mouth. He feels numb from the waist down.

He's buried under the rubble.

His vision is spotty with hints of actual red—blood, most likely—but he can see the boys. They're not hurt. Covered in dust and soot from the collapsing debris and crying their hearts out, but they're fine.

They're okay. Good.

“Go on, guys,” he coughs. Raph stops tugging his arm to stare at him with open horror. It's not something he ever wants to see on a toddler's face, but there's not much he can do about it now. “T-There's... not much time. Y'gotta get outta here, the buildings' comin' down...”

“NO!” Donnie shrieks, stomping his feet, big fat tears dripping down his chin. “No no no! Not leaving Mikey, no! Not leaving you!”

“Stay together!” Leo sobs. Mikey wants to reach out and hold him, but his left arm's buried under the rubble, the other clutched in Raph's trembling hands. “Gotta help, Mike, gotta—gotta get back to normal 'n be big together again!”

Ah. It was Leo who overheard. Heh. Baby ninjas.

Mikey huffs. “S'okay, Little Blue,” he says, words slurring together as it gets harder to stay awake. “You guys... It doesn't matter how big or small you are. I love you anyway. I'll always love you because you're still my brothers.”

He smiles big and wide, fighting tears. “Big Bro Michelangelo loves you. Always.”

They stare at him, masks soaked with tears. It's not the best thing to see right before you die, but Mikey thinks it could be worse.

He can't keep his eyes open anymore. He feels Raph drop his arm. Good. They're leaving. He hopes Donnie can still work a phone to call Dad. Hopes they don't blame themselves.

He hears another pillar give above him, and he knows it's over.

They'll be okay. Mikey did what every good big brother is supposed to do. He did good.

There's a familiar whirr of machinery, a crackle of energy that Mikey knows as intimately as his own, a flash of purple—

“FIBONACCI!”

Mikey's eyes snap open. He looks up.

Donatello stands over him—sixteen years old, a pillar of armour, defined muscles and gangly limbs—a mystic shield keeping the worst of the debris from crushing them. He meets Mikey's gaze and grins through the strain.

Mikey's jaw hangs. “... Donnie?”

“In the half-shell!” Donnie declares, and Mikey could cry.

Lightning crackles against the stones pinning Mikey. A circle of brilliant blue sparks to life beneath them and pulls them under. The world spins until it rights itself in the form of Leonardo catching him before the portal can spit him onto the asphalt. Mikey blinks the white spots away until the striped face of his grinning older brother remains, his smirk set at an angle that's equal parts arrogance and affection. Behind them, the warehouse collapses.

“Leo?”

“Were you expecting DiCaprio?” Leo quips. It's not even remotely funny, but Mikey throws his head back and laughs.

Then he freezes. “Wait, wait!” He squirms in Leo's arms, but Leo settles for dropping to his knees and setting him on the ground. Mikey paws at his shoulders desperately. “W-where's—?”

“SAVING LIKE A BOSS!”

A red goliath bursts from the rubble in a shower of brick and twisted metal and leaps out of the wreckage, leaving small craters in the ground as he lands superhero-style. He drops Hypno off to the side before re-calling his ninpo.

And then there's only Raphael, smiling right at him as he lumbers over to kneel before them.

Mikey shakes. Leo's arms wrap around his shoulders and hold him close. “Raph...”

“You did great, little brother,” he says, reaching out with one massive hand to gently cup Mikey's cheek in his calloused palm. His eyes shine with unshed tears and pride. “You really did. You saved us, buddy. I'm proud of you.”

“Same here,” Leo says, nuzzling his cheek against Mikey's. His mask is still damp. “Sorry it took us so long to come back, little bro.”

“Indeed,” Donnie adds, typing something onto his holographic before joining them on the floor. “Though my memories of being toddler-fied are hazy at best, I do recall enjoying elements of it. However, no amount of piggyback rides or weaponising cuteness for a mystic library pass could satisfy my need to reach the freaking kitchen countertop by myself and slice my own goddamn fruit, thank you very much!”

Raph rolls his eyes with a smile that's equal parts fond and exasperated. A smile that Mikey gets now. “I think what Don's tryin' to say, is that, yeah, being kids again was fun while it lasted. And spending time with Dad like that again was really great...”

“But Draxum was right,” Leo adds, drawing back enough to wipe the soot and blood off Mikey's face with his mask tails. He smiles. “We gotta let go of the past. That's done. What matters now is what we do in the present—”

“And the things we have to look forward to in the future,” Donnie finishes, reaching out to rub the top of Mikey's head. “For instance, I am most looking forward to wiping every single freaking picture and or video you've taken these last six days. Tech gods as my witness, I will leave no SD card unturned, no RAM un—oh. Oh, Mikey...”

Mikey doesn't realize he's crying until Leo pulls him back for a hug, holding tight. Then the floodgates burst as he gives way to heaving sobs, curling into Leo's chest. Donnie drops all pretences and joins the embrace, his snout nuzzling Mikey's head. Raph gathers them all up and squeezes.

Through the haze of bone-deep, exhaustion, aches, pains and relief, Mikey smiles.

They're back. My big brothers are back. April and Draxum were right.

Just when Mikey thinks he could stay like this with them forever, there's a groan near the mound of rubble. A ripple goes through the (now) older trio as they lift their heads and turn as one. Mike follows a beat after.

Hypno rubs his head and looks around him, rumpled and rough-looking as Mikey feels, but mostly intact save for a nasty black eye. Both eyes widen when he sees the turtles staring back at him.

He blinks. “Um. I can explain.”

Raph, Leo and Donnie narrow their eyes to slits at the cowering hippo mutant. Mikey stifles a giggle.

Oh, he 'bout to get it.

Raph looks back down at Mikey and smiles. “You sit tight for a sec, Little Man,” he says, kissing Mikey's forehead before letting them all go and standing, cracking his neck.

“Yeah, we'll be right back,” Leo pats his cheek and joins Raph. His claws peek out, hands fluttering at his sides.

“I've sent April a message. She and The Parents are en route, E.T.A three minutes, so keep an eye out, m'kay? Cool.” Donnie nudges his shoulder against his and extends his battle shell, hovering over Hypno.

Mikey, for once, is content to sit on the side and watch. He's already given Hypno a piece of his mind. Now it's his big brothers' turn.

“So,” Raph bumps his fists together, red armour encasing his arms. “You shrank us.”

“You kidnapped us,” Leo's swords flash into his palms.

“And you nearly crushed our baby brother,” Donnie's bo extends into a mini-missile launcher.

Hypno goes white. “A-Ah, hey now, let's not be hasty! It was all in good fun, we had a few laughs—!”

“Not only that, but you owe Mikey so much child support!” Leo cries, raising his swords. “You goddamned—”

“Big-mouthed—” Raph pulls his fists back.

“Blue gumball, simpleton—” Donnie spins his bo and lifts it high.

“Wait, wait, wait—!”

“SON OF A BITCH!” they holler and bring their weapons down in a burst of soot, brick and screaming hippo.

Grinning hard enough to hurt, Mikey throws his head back and cackles.

“That's my boys!”

#rottmnt #rottmnt fic #turtle tots #big bro michelangelo #weirdly enough i was listening to a slow reverb version of titanic while writing the last part #and i teared up XD #YOU'RE HEEEERE: just as Donnie turns back into a teen! POETIC CINEMA!!!#i really enjoyed writing this #Donnie in the library was kinda me projecting but actually little Donnie at the same time #my writing

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 2 years

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Marc Spector x Male Reader

Forgotten, but found

No warnings, I think.

I wrote this for some reason, had the idea sitting in my drafts for a while now. Hope you enjoy it. Somethings might be inaccurate. But I hope you enjoy!

Didn't proofread thoroughly, not having the energy for that so I apologize for some grammatical errors.

Requests are open!

'I miss him, I knew when I became a mercenary. All ties between us will be cut off, but, I didn't expect to have a wife, to get married.'

I thought to myself as I lay in bed with Layla in my arms. Her head resting on my chest, my hand running through her hair. Just like I did with him.

It makes me feel guilty, knowing that all those things we did, all that we had back then were simply, gone. All the times we held each other, all the times we ended up sleeping in the same bed, with my hand running through his hair, with his head on my chest, skin on skin. Clothes on the floor.

Remembering the day I met her, the moment I saw her it's like she was the only one I could see. I remember the first time I asked her out. Our first kiss. Our first night together. But everytime, I felt like I did all of this before, that I was missing something. Someone. Everytime I kissed her, everytime I held her I felt guilty. Like I was cheating.

——————

"You know I love you right?"

I say while running my hand through his hair, petting him gently.

"Y-y-yea."

He mumbles out fumbling on his word, with his head on my bare chest, finger making senseless shapes on my skin.

"You know that I won't let you get hurt right? You know that I will always hold you in the coldest of nights and guide you when you're in the dark. That I will never stop loving you."

I say looking down at him. Feeling the movement, he look up at me with those beautiful e/c orbs that even in the dark are still as vibrant as if they were in sunlight.

"Where are you getting at?"

"I'm gonna get discharged from the military."

"W-w-what?"

He says a look of surprise on his face.

"I have to leave tomorrow before noon."

"M-m-marc, d-d-don't, p-please. Tell me y-y-your j-joking."

He say fumbling on his words, tears spilling from his eyes.

"I wish I was."

I say with tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"I-i-i'm sorry, I-i promise. I will a-always remember you, as the one, who held m-my h-h-heart."

I said, now tears streaming down my face. He hid his face on my chest, refusing to look at me. But I pull his head up with my other hand now on his cheek, caressing it, wiping the tears.

"T-tell me, y-you're jo-o-king, Marc, tell me."

I just looks down at him, not saying anything, and all of a sudden, I pull him in for a kiss. My lips sealing with his, kissing him not with vigor or roughness. But with gentleness and softness.

"I-I-I'm so so sorry. Sorry for doing this, sorry for making you feel this way, I told you I won't let anything or anyone hurt you. But h-here we are ironically I'm the one who cause you pain, the one who hurt you."

I say as I pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting our lips for a moment before if disappeared.

"I'm sorry."

I say, barely above a whisper, pulling the man beside me closer, my face on his hair, taking a deep breath. To remember his smell, to remember Him.

——————

Staring up at the ceiling, my eyes become watery, blurry with tears threatening to fall, as I now remember everything before I met Layla, remember him.

My tears begin to fall, as I keep remembering all the times we spent together, from the first time we kissed, the first time I told him about my feelings for him, the first time we slept together.

Now crying, and taking shallow breaths trying not to wake Layla up, I try to forget it, try to forget him. But it's impossible. He was my first love. He was the first person who truly held my heart. The man who held me when I was cold, the man who comforted me when I felt uneasy.

"Marc?"

I hear Layla say as she opens her eyes. In the dark room.

"You okay?"

She asks with worry clear in her voice.

"Y-yea, t-totally fine."

I say knowing she can't see me, but my voice betrayed me.

"Hey hey, talk to me. What's up?"

"I-It's nothing, j-just nightmares."

"You sure?"

She says, pulling her head from my chest to turn to the table lamp beside the bed and turning it on.

"Hey, don't cry, I'm right here."

She says with concern as she pulls my head to her chest.

'But you're not him.'

I thought to myself, as I try to find comfort in her embrace, but just can't feel that same warmth that I crave, the warmth he gave me when we hug.

My tears begin to dry as I feel myself get sleepy.

"I'll always be right here, Marc."

She says, but I can't help but remember him saying those exact same words to me.

——————

After becoming Khonshu's avatar, I let Steven have take control most of the time, only coming out during the night to do my work.

But with every night I go back to Steven's apartment, I can't help but keep thinking about him. Always swimming around in my head.

It never fails to bring tears to my eyes. Just remember all my empty promises. my empty words.

——————

After the whole ordeal with Marc having to leave, I had to cope with being alone again. No one to hold me at night, no one to make me feel safe.

But now, here I am, in london. With a job interview at a cafè near a museum in 30 minutes.

Making my way to the cafè, I see a familliar face. Holding a cup.

'Marc?'

I said in my head looking at him leave the cafè, deciding to stay back a bit and watch where he goes, I see him enter the museum.

'He works at a museum?'

I wondered, but try to forget about him. As I remember him not even bothering to make contact with me after he left.

After years of hoping he would at least try to reach out to me. I gave up, when not even once did he try.

But now, seeing him here in london. I start to dread everything that lead up to this moment. After all those years. I don't want to face him again, can't.

I swiftly make my way to the cafè gor my interview.

——————

The interview went swimmingly and I for the job as waiter.

After the interview I decided to walk around london for a bit. Seeing the sites. After some walking, I see a golden man, posing like a statue and unmoving. I was about to approach him and give him some coins. I spot Marc beside him, who seems to be talking to him, while eating a burrito. I decide to just ignore them and go home to change.

After showering and changing clothes qnd grabbing my phone I began to make my way out of my apartment. Having decided to go eat dinner outside after seeing the steak house I passed by on my way to my apartment.

——————

The dinner was fantastic meat was perfectly cooked and the salad was amazing. After paying the bill and leaving a tip, I decide to just sit at a park for a bit longer.

After sometime of just looking off into the distance. I check my phone only to see the time is 10am.

"Damn I need to get home and sleep, can't miss my first day of work."

I say to myself. Making my way to the my place. I felt someone walking behind me, I turned around only to be met by non other than, Marc.

"Y-y/n?"

He says with shock in his voice.

"M-m-marc?"

I say also suprised.

He began to speed walk to me. But the closer he got the farther I moved. Until he fully stopped in his tracks. Sighing.

"Listen, y/n, I'm sorry for leaving. I'm sorry for everything I've done to hurt you. I-i just want to t-talk to you."

He says, voice cracking.

"Y-y-you didn't even try to reach out, t-t-to see if I-i was okay. You didn't even b-b-bother with me after you left. Like y-you forgot me."

I say, pain evident in my voice.

"I-i-i'm sorry, what more do you want??"

He says now annoyed, the volume of his voice going up a bit.

"Y-you changed, m-marc."

I say, tears now falling from my face to the ground.

Marc just looks at me with a sympathetic look, he moves closer to me. And I let him, let him take my hand, let him hold me, let him envelope me in his arms once again. The feeling still the same, giving me that warmth, that I crave, the warmth that only he can provide.

"You f-forgot me."

I say in a whisper.

"I-i'm sorry, but I'm h-her now, again. I promise this time, I won't let anyone hurt you, I won't cause you pain."

"W-why?"

"W-what?"

He says, concern clear in his voice.

"W-why did you forget m-me?"

I say, body shaking and crying onto his chest, gripping his shirt tight. Not wanting to let go.

"I-i'll explain everything. Let's go back to my place, y-yea?"

He says, pulling back from the embrace, looking down at me with watery eyes.

"I-i promise I will tel y-you the truth. Let's just get back to my place, it's not safe here."

He says with a smile.

"O-okay."

I was planning to make this like a series, but I cam out empty in the end. Hope you enjoyed it!

Might just say fuck it and rewrite this story and turn it into a series. Or rewrite this whole thing if I feel like I can make this better.

(I decided to add a gif :D)

#x male reader #x reader #moon knight #y/n #gay #marc spector x reader #marvel #marc spector x male reader #mcu #moon knight x male reader

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nightyslibrary · 6 months

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☆ FIC LIST MASTERPOST ☆

✨️ Fandoms currently include rottmnt & animaniacs & tloz & warrior cats & pokémon

✨️ you can also read most of them on my AO3

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🐢 ROTTMNT

🧸A Friend Against Dark

Raph centric, tot Raph & Splinter, one-shot, fluff no angst, 1115 words.

Six years old Raph is afraid of the dark, so Splinter gets an idea- and a friend.

> AO3 / tumblr <

🩵Finish The Tale, Ven, Please?

Where You Belong AU, tot Leon and Venus, one-shot, fluff, 988 words.

Leon cannot sleep, so he asks his sister Ven to finish her tale about two warriors.

> AO3 / tumblr <

🌌finding your stellar association

based on ashwii's celestial au, one-shot, fluff, 2917 words. tw: referenced/implied character death (not detailed).

Moving Group, also called a Stellar Association.

A loose grouping of stars which travel together through space.

On their first trip to Earth, the brothers find a lost part of their family.

> AO3 / tumblr <

🌙so I dive straight back in the ocean

post movie, Leo centric, one-shot, hurt/comfort, 1304 words. tw: panic attacks, anxiety.

Leo goes to a lake for swimming to calm down.

> AO3 / tumblr < ☆ [playlist]

❤️Little Talks with a Big Robot Turtle

based on Cass Apocalyptic Series by somerandomdude on tumblr, Raph centric, one-shot, fluff, 2452 words.

Raph has some questions, and Casey Junior has some answers.

> AO3 / tumblr <

🌆Last Resort

Let's Grab a Slice Together AU (but can be read with no context), Mikey centric + Draxum, bad future, one-shot, angst, 1705 words. tw: implied/referenced character death

Mikey has a talk with his mentor.

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🍄Last Night in Mushroom Forest

post movie, disaster twins, 2 chapters: one fic two versions, horror/comedy, 7246 words. possession and horror elements in ch1, ch1 also include unreality, anxiety, and similar events.

Leo and Donnie decide to go and explore the Mushroom Forest. Leo has a very bad case of brain fog, while Donnie has a very bad case of deja vu while trying to save his twin.

Meanwhile, in chapter 2 there's a different version where the boys have some silly adventure and it's just shenanigans and a lot of sibling banter.

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🌠It's Not Always the Rabbit Who Takes the Wrong Turn

Dimension Hopper Leo AU, multichaptered, mostly Leo centric, many crossovers, ongoing. Warnings will be included in chapters.

When Leo ends up in Prison Dimension, he manages to hold onto his katana. So he does his thing and portals out... except he arrives at the wrong place.

(AKA what Leo portals himself to the wrong dimension and has to find his way back home again, and again, and again... Meanwhile his family is trying to find him.)

> AO3 / tumblr masterpost (tba) <

🍕Pizza Means Family

Where You Belong AU (Separated au), multichaptered, various povs, ongoing. Warnings will be included in chapters.

Another separated au, where Mikey is the only turtle Splinter saves. While he finds April accidentally and wastes no time to call her his sister, his siblings are raised by two of the famous bad guys. This get out of control when six of them end up at the same place, and each sibling has to decide what to do with what they learn.

aka where you belong au because I'm either too good with titles or too bad haha

>AO3 / tumblr <

💜Deep (Purple) Thoughts (and Realizations)

Donnie centric (mostly), multichaptered, ongoing, post invasion. Warnings will be included in chapters. Hurt/comfort.

As Donnie repairs Shelldon, he comes across some realizations which lead to some discoveries. It turns out there is still much unsaid about the invasion, even after weeks.

(Aka Donnie remembers he records everything all the time.)

>AO3 < ◇ tumblr: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 ◇

🍲Mystic Sickness

This is based on @/turtleblogatlast 's post about mystic sickness idea :D Hope you like it!!!

Warnings: a brief mention of throwing up, nothing else i can think of ^^

>AO3 (tba) / tumblr<

🍵Portal Bros Sickfic

a short sickfic i wrote for my friends :]

>AO3 (tba) / tumblr<

🟣(A Short Fic About) A Normal Day With Your Double Mutated Brother

A gift fic for heckitall's armageddonnie au!! Fluff. Oneshot.

>AO3 (n/a) / tumblr<

🎃 Baby's First Halloween

My @/rottmnt-secret-gifting gift for @/bambiraptorx :]

Mikey forces Draxum joining him and his family for trick and treating.

>AO3 / tumblr<

💭 A Reminder

this one is Cass Apocalyptic Future fanfic ( by @/somerandomdudelmao) written for Comfortember 2023, day 1: safe

Sometimes Donnie forgets he and his family are safe now.

>AO3 / tumblr<

❄️ Till the Cold Pass

Another fic for Comfortember 2023, this time focused on day 4: warmth.

Splinter learns something new about his sons when winter cold arrives.

>AO3 / tumblr<

💙 Leo Blues

inspired by @/tmnt-event-blog's prompt (hot cocoa)

Leon (Future Leo) realizes that his younger self is feeling a bit blue and decides to help him feel better.

>AO3 / tumblr<

🐀 ANIMANIACS

🐇Welcome Back, Doc (Space Jam: New Legacy crossover fic / multichaptered ongoing / Dad Bugs) AO3 [on hiatus but might finish it before the end of may <3 ]

👑Years Ago, A Winter Night (Wakko's Wish fic / a lot of angst & hurt/comfort / multichapter & completed / XMas fic) AO3 | Playlist

🌸Happy Allergies Dot!! (one-shot / Dot centered) AO3

🧢Guilt Is Eating Him Up (one-shot / lots of angst & hurt/comfort / Wakko centered) AO3

🎞️Toons (Storks AU / multichaptered ongoing / kinda on hiatus??) AO3

⚜️There's a Beast in There (Beauty and the Beast AU but without any romance / multichaptered ongoing / *holds it gently* this one is my fav) AO3

🗡 TLOZ

Breath of the Wild

🫕Warmth (Zelink / One-shot) AO3

🎄Christmas Together (Multichapter Modern AU Xmas Fic / Ongoing / Includes Zelink and Miphvali) AO3 [currently on hiatus]

🩸Following the Silent Princess (Modern AU / includes Zelink and Miphvali / multichaptered ongoing) AO3 [currently on hiatus]

Zines: By Your Side Zelink Zine

Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity

🗻Mountain Walk (Miphvali / One-shot) AO3 | Chinease Translation (AO3)

🎶For You (Zelink / written for Fated: Through Time digital zine / one-shot) AO3

🐈‍⬛️ WARRIOR CATS

˚☽˚｡⋆One Last Night (Leafpool x Hawkfrost / one-shot) AO3 | Turkish Translation

🎮POKEMON

🌲Lost & Found

Touko gets lost in Lostlorn Forest, only to find a familiar face.

Touko x N ship fic, one shot, I headcanon Touko being 16 and N 17 in Black/White. I didn't know about their canon ages until recently, thought it would be good to add it here.

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ZINES:

-Your Journey Awaits! (A free digital zine focusing on the beginning of the Pokémon journey.)

-Dreams and Destinies (a Kingdom Hears x Pokemon fanzine)

#fic masterpost #rottmnt #animaniacs #tloz #botw #aoc #looney tunes #pokemon #no t**st or warne***st here #if you ship those or are a proshipper PLEASE DNI!!!#library stuff #last updated: 8 February 2024

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cicimunson · 2 years

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Dollhouse Part 6

Chapter Summary: After Billy attacks you, you go to Eddie for help.

(Series Summary, Pairings and Characters listed on Part 1)

Work Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Reader is still hurt from physical abuse from the last chapter, Eddie sees reader naked, reader is in pain, reader is sick.

Part 1 2 3 4 5 7

You don't even realize you're heading to Eddie's until you pull into the trailer park.

You park in his drive and start to get out of the car, but a wave of light-headedness hits you and you sit back down.

Max sprints up his steps and starts beating on the door. "Eddie! Eddie!"

A few seconds later, he peers outside. "What ya doing here, Red?"

Max is still choking back sobs. "My sister. Help. Please."

Eddie's eyes go wide. "Where?"

"Car." She points to where you're parked behind his van.

He hurries after Max, not bothering to put on his shoes. He yanks on the door and his mouth drops open when he sees you.

"Oh, Y/N, Jesus."

You try to smile, to reassure him that you're okay, but you can only manage a low groan.

"Max, take the kid inside." He gestures to Sarah. "Go on. There's cookies in the kitchen."

Max ushers Sarah into the trailer.

Eddie kneels beside you. "We need to get you inside, okay? We just gotta make it to the bathroom so we can clean you up."

You whimper. He takes your elbow and slides his arm behind your back, hoisting you to your feet.

"Jesus, your clothes are soaked. Were you in the rain?"

You stumble and he catches you.

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

You shake your head.

He half-tugs, half-carries you inside, sitting you on the toilet in the bathroom and starting the water in the sink.

"Listen, priss. This is gonna hurt, but it's gotta be done. If you need to yell or cry, go for it. But try to be still, okay?"

You blink up at him.

He's oddly calm. Like he's done this before.

"You want some painkillers first? I got some good ones."

"The girls." You rasp.

"They're fine. You need to take something."

You shake your head. "They may need me."

And I can't take care of them if I'm high.

He smiles softly. "Who knew you were such a badass, hmm?"

He starts to wash your face. You almost shoot up off the toilet when his fingers graze your busted lip.

"I know, shh, I know. I'm trying not to hurt you, priss." He murmurs. "Just breathe and be still."

There's a knock on the bathroom door.

Max sticks her head in. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." You reassure her. "I promise."

"Sarah is getting sleepy. Do you want me to put her on the couch or-"

"You and the tiny tot can sleep in my uncle's room, Red. He's working a double." Eddie offers. "Down the hall on the right."

Max nods and hesitates before leaving, her eyes lingering on your swollen face.

"Max." You reach out a hand and she takes it, squeezing it tightly.

"I should have told someone. I should have been brave and helped you. If I'd just-"

"Red, stop." Eddie interrupts. "You're just a kid. It's not your job to be brave. This isn't something you're supposed to have to deal with at your age, or ever, if you're lucky. Beating yourself up over things you can't control isn't gonna do you any good, trust me."

He sounds like he's speaking from experience. Has he been hurt before? Or seen someone get hurt?

Max squeezes your hand again.

"Go get some sleep, Red. I got her, okay?" Eddie reassures her, and she nods before slipping back out of the bathroom.

He turns to you and resumes cleaning your face.

"Ed-" You start to thank him for being so kind to Max.

"Shh. Just rest. Let me get done with your face and then you gotta get out of these wet clothes. You're gonna be sick."

He cleans your face while you cry silently, the pain almost overwhelming. He doesn't say anything, just brushes your tears away with his thumbs as he works and whispers soft shushing noises.

When he's done he leaves the room and comes back a minute later with a large plaid button-down. "It's my uncle's. I haven't done laundry yet so none of my clothes are clean."

He starts the water in the shower. "Do you need help, or-"

"No. I got it."

He nods. "If you need me I'll be outside the door."

He leaves and you pull yourself to your feet, groaning as you stand. You manage to pull Jason's hoodie over your head, your side screaming in pain as you do so.

Your vision gets spotty. You drop back down to the toilet, whimpering.

He could have killed me this time. I could be dead and the girls would have no one.

The adrenaline must be wearing off, because you start sobbing. The sobs turn into wails and you wrap your arms around yourself, rocking back and forth.

Eddie knocks on the door and opens it when you don't respond.

He sees you crying and kneels down, taking one of your hands. "It's okay, priss. Get it all out."

You nod through your tears. He sits cross-legged on the bathroom floor, his thumb tracing your knuckles, not saying anything as you cry for what feels like hours.

At one point he gets up to shut the shower off before all the hot water runs out, then resumes his place on the floor.

When you're all cried out, he starts the shower back up. His face is blank and impassive as he gently eases you out of your clothes, his eyes never once drifting below your neck. At least not that you can tell.

He helps you in the shower and washes your hair silently, taking care to rinse out any blood that lingers. He gently washes your face once more, then hands you the washcloth and shuts the shower curtain so you can wash your body.

You clean yourself, wincing as you brush the washcloth over your ribs. You glance down and see a large purple bruise forming on your side. “Fucking bastard.”

“Hmm?” Eddie asks from outside the shower.

“He kicked me when I passed out. The coward.”

You shut off the water and Eddie passes you a towel. You wrap it around you and he helps you out of the tub.

“I’ll wash your clothes, but I doubt the blood is coming off this sweatshirt.”

“I don’t care. It’s Jason’s anyways.”

“Isn’t he going to wonder why there’s blood all over it?”

You pick it up and show Eddie the paint on the sleeve. “Why? It’ll match.”

Anger flashes in his eyes. “I fucking knew it was him and his little bitch buddies.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. You’ve got other things to worry about. My van can be fixed.”

“I dumped him, just so you know.”

He looks surprised. “Oh?”

“I should have broken up with him when he hit Mike. I know that. I just kept thinking about how good things were before all this shit with Billy and the basketball team. I thought we could get back to that.”

“I can understand that. Wanting old times back, I mean.”

“You can?”

He nods but doesn’t elaborate. “You can take my bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“I’m not taking your bed from you Eddie. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“You’re hurt. You’re taking the bed. And I give up my bed for no one, so just know how lucky you are. I make Dustin sleep on the floor.”

You giggle. He turns away from you and you step out of the towel, slide on the button-up, and then he leads you down the hall to his room.

“Sorry it smells like death in here. Didn’t expect company.”

“Hey, I’m an uninvited guest, I can’t complain too much.” The odor of beer, cigarettes and weed hit your nose and you make a face.

Eddie notices and laughs. “Such a priss.”

You lay down on top of his blanket. “Thank you for letting us stay tonight. I didn’t know where else to go.”

He smiles. “Anytime. I guess we’re friends now, or whatever.”

You blink sleepily. “Or whatever.”

“Night, priss.”

You’re asleep before he even leaves the room.

__________

The next morning, you sit up in bed and look around, not recognizing where you are. The details of the day before slowly come back and you groan, holding your head in your hands.

What the fuck am I gonna do?

Eddie sticks his head in the door. “Thought I heard you moving around in here.”

“My sisters-”

“I fed them a shit ton of candy and took them to school. They’re fine.”

“Candy for breakfast?”

He smiles innocently. “You mean they don’t normally get chocolate in the mornings? I knew Red was lying.”

“You didn’t go to school.” You observe.

“Yeah, well, someone has to keep an eye on you. You’re probably gonna be sick from being in those wet clothes so long.” He sits beside you and touches your forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“I’m fine.”

“You need to rest.”

“I said I’m fine.” Your voice raises a few octaves.

I don't have time to rest. I have to figure out what to do with my sisters.

He scowls. “Would you just stop trying to be such a hardass and let someone worry about you for once?” His tone is level with yours. “Even hurt and sick, you wanna be bossy.”

“Not bossy. Just worried.”

“I told you, your sisters are fine. My uncle said you guys can stay here a few days until you figure out your next move.”

“My next move?”

“Yeah.”

“Eddie, I have no moves. I can’t take the girls back home. Billy will only keep doing what he’s doing.”

“Can you tell your parents or-”

You laugh bitterly. “My parents who never come around? That we haven’t seen or spoken to in months?”

He sighs. “Shit, I didn’t know.”

“After Sarah they decided it was a few kids too many. They kept taking trips, and then just stopped coming around at all. They send Billy money for us but that’s it, really.”

“Damn. That’s rough.” Eddie looks like he doesn’t know what to say. “Could you talk to someone at the school? The fucking counselor, or something?”

“They’ll put us in foster care. They might separate us. And the girls need me.”

“But they could go to a really good home, or something, right?"

“So?”

“Wouldn’t that be better for them?”

You hesitate.

“I’m just saying, I can tell how much you love them. But maybe you keep taking Billy’s shit because it’s you that needs them, not the other way around.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe not. You want some soup or something?”

“Soup?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh, I guess so.”

He takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen. “And here. Take some aspirin for your fever.”

You look down at the two pills he’s placed in your hand. “How do I know these are even aspirin?”

He winks. “You don’t.” He hands you a glass of water and you swallow the pills.

A few seconds later he places a bowl in front of you. “Here. Eat.”

You realize you’re starving. You try to eat slowly, not wanting Eddie to think you have bad table manners.

He snorts at you.

“Hmm?”

“You even eat like a priss.”

You give him a glare before picking up the bowl and tilting it toward your mouth, making a loud slurping noise as you swallow the broth.

Eddie nearly spits out his drink laughing. “Didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m full of surprises.”

“That you are.”

You reach out to touch his hand. “I meant what I said earlier. Thank you for everything.”

He nods and squeezes your fingers. You glance down and notice something purple sticking out of the sleeve of his jacket.

You push the sleeve up. “You’re wearing my scrunchie on your wrist?”

He blushes, actually fucking blushes, and you think he looks adorable.

“I forgot to give it back to you the day I was working on your car.”

"Keep it."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

He smiles. "Okay then."

His fingers trace gently over yours. You shiver and he reaches out and touches the side of your face.

"You're too pretty to be bruised up like this."

You blush.

"Y/N, are you sure you don't want to do something about this? I could plant drugs on him and get him sent away. I could pay someone to jump him. Something. Anything."

You giggle.

"What's funny?"

"You're offering to beat Billy up or send him to jail and I'm thinking how sweet you are to offer."

He looks puzzled for a minute, then chuckles. "I see your point."

You lean forward and bat your eyelashes dramatically. "Oh Eddie, you say you'll commit a felony for me? Why, you shouldn't have!"

He laughs. "What can I say? I'm a born romantic, priss."

You both burst into a fit of giggles. It feels so good to laugh after everything that's happened. Eddie's beautiful smile is infectious and you find yourself beaming at him.

"Did you get full?"

"Mhm. Thank you for the soup."

"You're so welcome. It was touch-and-go for a while, but I managed to dump it out of the can and turn on the microwave. My wrist hurts from turning the can opener, though. I might never recover."

You pretend to swoon and fan yourself. "My hero."

Eddie laughs again, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear. It sends a tingle down your spine.

"So I managed to wash your clothes, but the blood didn't come out of the sweatshirt. Sorry."

"No, no, thanks for trying."

He starts to pick up the dishes.

"Let me. I can help out while we’re here."

"You should go rest."

"I'm not dying, Eddie. It's just some bruises."

"And you're sick." He reminds you. "We should probably wash your face again, maybe put something on your cuts. You don't want them to get infected."

"Can I ask you something?"

He starts washing the dishes and nods.

"Last night, you…you took care of me."

"Yeah? Isn't that why you came here? For my help?"

"I mean, yes. But you were pretty calm. And you knew exactly how to calm me and Max down."

He hesitates. "And?"

"When you talked to Max, you sounded like you were speaking from experience."

He shuts off the water. "I'm gonna run to town. We need some stuff now that you and your sisters will be here."

"Eddie-"

"Don't." His voice is low and carries a warning.

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"I'll be back in a bit."

Great. I pissed him off.

He walks out of the kitchen, then comes back. He drops a kiss on the top of your head, and you know it's his way of telling you he's not mad at you.

"Rest." He insists.

You nod.

He leaves and you lay on the couch using the pillow and blanket he used the night before. The pillow smells faintly like cigarettes and Old Spice. You close your eyes and fall asleep almost instantly.

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iv. Better Be Quick

Part 4 of Loyalties Lie (1, 2, 3)

Read on AO3

Summary: What was supposed to be a regular day becomes more than you bargained for, thanks to Boba Fett.

Rating: M (fic is Explicit)

Words: 4.9k

Warnings: None.

A/N: Thank you to @kylorengarbagedump for constantly cheering me on every time I think I’ve lost my ability to write forever. Literally couldn’t have finished this without your support. Sorry I’ve been gone forever y’all but please enjoy! 💛

***

Dawn melts across the walls of Capital City, as quiet and calm as your steps on the pavement below. The season is hovering on the verge of change—you can feel it in the chill of the air as you emerge from a shadowed street and into the light of the central market square.

You draw a breath and release a cloud of glittering fog. A smile touches your lips. The air is cold, but laden with scents of spiced root tea and fresh baked tuber pies that warm you right down to your toes.

A steady stream of people have already gathered, flowing and eddying between market stalls, stirring the quiet with a hum of chatter. Morning fog still hovers, steeped in sunlight and shedding a pale golden glow over the plaza just bright enough to soothe the bite of frost in your cheeks.

Your feet begin to carry you across the square while you enjoy the emerging sun and run through your mental checklist of items to gather. You’re in no hurry. Market day is bliss–your own little slice of freedom at the end of each week. Here, there’s no scrutiny: no bar to tend, no eggshells to walk on. Just existence out here at the very end of your tether, where you can feign something like independence for a few precious hours.

A fountain arcs in the center of the square, now host to a small gathering of children. They giggle and lean over the edge, then erupt into shrieks when water sprays their faces. The herd scatters, weaving around your knees, and you lift your basket to avoid bonking any little heads in the fray.

But one overzealous tot smacks straight into your knees and stumbles backwards, plopping down on the tiled duracrete. The tiny Rodian’s face falls as she looks up at you, devastation pooling in her big, starry eyes. You’re quicker, though, swooping down to her level and pulling her to her feet.

“Whoa! You okay?” You straighten her fluffy hat back over her antennae and look her over. It’s clear she’s unhurt, but you let concern linger for just a moment, before cracking a grin and spinning her by the shoulders. “Everything still attached?”

She breaks into giggles as you spin her back around to face you, and gives a shy nod. You wink.

“Better go catch up, then.”

Glee beams across her little face, and she races off once more to rejoin the pack. A person you can only assume to be her guardian gives you a grateful wave from several paces away. You smile back as another spout of laughter bursts from the group of kids. Something tugs at your heart.

At their age, laughter was foreign to you. By then, you were already learning to sneak and steal, finding the best furnace vents to sleep under for warmth on these very same streets. You’re glad they’ll never have to know that life. Glad that they each have someone who will care when they’re hurt, keep them warm and fed, with no cruel-faced officers in pressed uniforms to come and rip that away from them.

You swallow a pang of sadness, and shake it away. It doesn’t matter. The Empire is gone, now. Anyway, you shouldn’t be so ungrateful–your circumstances could have been far worse. At least Dakk eventually found you, scrappy little criminal that you were, and took you in before you could get into any serious trouble. He put a roof over your head; taught you how to work for your keep, rather than beg and thieve. You at least owe him thanks for that.

A beeping noise in your earpiece tugs you back to the present. Speak of the void.

Why the hell is Dakk even calling? It’s too early for him to be up, let alone nagging you about your errands already. Your brows knit. Maybe he forgot to add jogan fruit to the list. He should know that you always pick it up anyway–it’s his favorite, after all.

Shifting your basket to the other arm, you reach up and tap your ear.

“Don’t worry, Dakk, I’m not going to forget–”

“Your manners, this time.”

Your insides lurch at the sound of Boba Fett‘s voice. Only when a few puzzled glances shoot your way do you realize that you just whirled around faster than a spooked fathier in the middle of the square. And now you’re panting, eyes shifting as if he might appear behind the nearest corner. You clear your throat and smooth your cowl. Cheeks on fire, you duck your head and resume your course, hoping your voice sounds more composed than you feel.

“Is it always going to be like this with you?”

You set your intent on a cluster of market stalls on the far side of the square.

“I need you to do something.”

The words roll easily through soft static, but you can hear his smirk. Bastard. You manage a slightly pained looking smile-and-nod as you pass a merchant, waving at you from behind a display lined with carved stone figurines. You force your pace down to a stroll. Approaching the next colorful canopy, you lower your voice.

“You know I don’t work for you, right?”

You stop in front of the stall, meeting the vendor’s eyes and offering a smile in greeting. He returns it, before glancing down bashfully.

“There’s a package arriving at the harbor spaceport. 0800, hangar nine. Pick it up for me.”

Your hand floats over a barrel brimming with purple fruit, letting his words bounce off a wall of indifference. It would seem Fett has lost his ability to hear you now, anyways. Why he thinks you should agree to run his errands is beyond you.

Adrenaline has eased its way out of your chest now, allowing bravery to inhabit the vacant space. Waking up that tiny proclivity for gambling on dangerous odds, especially when your opponent is a notorious-killer-turned-crime-lord. You pick up a ripe jogan and turn the fruit in your fingers.

“Mm. I’m busy.”

A thrill tickles your belly. He’s making this far too easy for you.

“I’ve wired fifty thousand credits to your account.”

The jogan drops into the barrel with a thud.

“What?”

Multiple heads turn. Your face contorts into a pained smile, palms turning out in an apologetic gesture. You point to your comm, as if that explains anything, before giving up and darting down an empty alleyway.

“What the fuck, Fett? You can’t just–how–how did you even–” Your mind is racing far too quickly for your words to catch up. Only one clear thought stabs right through the chaos. “Dakk will notice.”

“Then you’d better be quick.”

There’s that smirk in his voice again. The karking son of a gundark—

“I’ll see to it that you’re rewarded for your effort.”

“No!” You screw your eyes shut and shake your spinning head. “I mean, you—you can’t send me money.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” His voice dips into that graveled register, and heat erupts through your face. “You already know the code phrase. You’ll hear from me when you’ve secured the package.”

Static whispers, and the comm goes dead. Blinking, you turn and press your back to the duracrete wall.

You’re so fucked.

And stupid. Yes, you are incredibly stupid for playing this game with Fett, and now you’ve gone and earned yourself an equally stupid prize, and one on a time limit to boot. You need to get rid of those credits before Dakk wakes up.

A curse flies out from under your breath. What the fuck is Fett buying on Lothal with fifty thousand credits?

You hold a button on your cuff and a tiny holoprojection blinks to life. 0743. Barely enough time to walk to the spaceport. A deep breath hisses through your teeth.

Fuck it.

***

By the time you arrive, the harbor port is thrumming with life. Huge docking bay doors line the center row, the main runway opening to the glittering sea beyond. Freighters sit nestled in their hangars, pregnant with goods from every corner of the galaxy, while boats bearing trade from Kothal and Jalath glide lazily into the harbor. Pilots, sailors, and couriers mingle, chatting idly over their exchanges while repulsorlift chains link together and join the flow of crates in and out of the port, snaking in neat lanes like Coruscant traffic.

Smaller hangars jut away in two rows from either side of the center hub. They host far less activity; you can only see a few jumpsuit-clad pilots strolling towards the bustling harbor center.

Just as your eyes scan down to one end, a small black ship curves into view and hovers, like a carrion bird, drifting down into the farthest bay at the end. You check the time. 0758.

Glancing around, you find a simple directory that outlines the three rows of hangar bays, each marked with its corresponding number. You search it briefly, only to confirm what your flayed nerves already suspect—your courier awaits you at the deserted hangar, in the carrion ship.

Pulse in your eardrums, your feet suddenly go leaden, as if trying to fuse you to the dock. Some last-ditch effort by your subconscious to keep you from doing something catastrophically stupid.

Somewhere in the deafening rush of blood, you manage to hear that your commlink is chirping again. Your finger finds the receiver under your sleeve.

“Okay, I’m here.”

“Lose the attitude,” Dakk’s groggy grumble responds. “And don’t forget the jogans.”

Shit.

“I…” Say something, you idiot. “I won’t forget.”

“Gonna be doin’ the books today.” A rustling sound comes over the line. “I’d better not find any more discrepancies in your account.”

Panic laces your throat, draws it closed in a snare. You try to swallow. It won’t budge.

“I’m sorry, Dakk. It won’t happen again.”

He grunts. The comm goes dead.

The lead evaporates from your feet.

You launch into a half-sprint toward the hangar, periphery a blur. In your haste, you manage to shoulder-check a mustached pilot strolling the opposite direction, jumpsuit rolled down to his waist.

“Sorry!” you sputter.

The man wheels to you in surprise. His hair has grayed, and his eyes are kind, and you’re out of time.

“No worries, can I help you find somethi—“

“I know where I’m going!” Void above, at least try to act natural. “Sorry, uh, th-thank you very much.”

It’ll have to suffice. You resume your course, trying not to break into a full run. The last thing you need is to draw attention while you do… whatever this is.

Finally, you reach the end of the row and approach the last hangar door, taking a moment to peer behind you.

The dockway is empty, your commlink mercifully inert. The only sounds that you can hear are the pounding in your own skull, the waves lapping against metal farther down at the boat docks, and…

Footsteps.

A faint rhythm approaching from within the hangar. Your gaze shifts up to the large, rust-eaten number “9” bolted above the heavy door to the control room.

Here goes.

You already know the code phrase.

Fett was fucking mistaken about that. There’s no way you won’t royally fuck this up. But at this point, you’re probably fucked either way. It doesn’t matter. You take a deep breath.

Metal grinds, and the door swings open.

Before you stands a tall, sharp-eyed woman in a uniform. It’s not the typical jumpsuit of the cargo pilots you’ve grown used to seeing. In fact, the top looks like a salvaged Imperial tunic, its collar slackened, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. An insignia you don’t recognize is stitched where the rank badge should be.

Her eyes narrow, pierce right through you and strip you bare as they fall down your figure and back up. Heat pools in your cheeks.

Who talks first?

Do you talk first?

“Never did like this port.” The woman finally says, her eyes locking to yours and not leaving. “Full of vermin.”

Somewhere, deep in the stalled gears of your brain, a neuron fires.

Of fucking course he would.

“It’s not so bad,” you manage to return. “Hard to be scared of a little mouse.”

The woman gives a slow nod, gaze unbreaking. Then she turns to the side, receiving a handoff from someone you can’t see. Sweat pricks your spine despite the cold.

She turns back to you and presents a small, sleek box. You stare back dumbly, your brain taking an excruciatingly long moment to produce a reaction. When you finally extend a hand for the item, she snaps it back again.

“Uh. Right.”

What kind of idiots does Boba Fett send to do his business? That surely is what this woman must be thinking as she reaches back and produces a data pad, passing it to you across the threshold. The screen is open to a credit transfer. Hands trembling and cheeks ablaze, you authorize the 50,000 credits and hand it back like it’s about to electrocute you.

For a breathless moment, she scours the screen. And then she whisks the data pad behind her, exchanging it for the box again. Before you can reach for it, she tosses it to you. And by some Force-willed fucking miracle, you don’t completely fumble the catch.

Hands still trembling, you slip the package into your basket, under a piece of the canvas lining and out of sight.

“Tha–”

The door slams in your face.

Alright.

Alone on the dockway once more, air fills your lungs for what feels like the first time since you set foot in the market this morning. It’s shaky on the exhale, but some of the vibration in your brain quiets with it. You take a moment to turn back to your surroundings, the basket feeling ten pounds heavier on your arm.

This side of the port is still sparsely populated. A repulsorlift driver pauses to exchange words with two pilots casually chatting a few hangars up from you, then steers back toward the main hub. Your fingers find your cowl, drum the edge of your basket.

Boba said you’d hear from him. So… what now? Stay here and wait? Leave before someone realizes how painfully out of place you look and questions you? Your eyes scan up and down the row, as if a clue might be hidden amongst the buildings on the far side.

And then you see it.

It’s so quick, you could almost mistake it for a trick of the morning light—a reflection on the gutters high above the street leaving an imprint in your retinas. But no, what you saw was distinct: a flash of orange and black retreating beyond the edge of the roofline.

Your eyes narrow, scanning for further movement. Static whispers in your ear.

“Well done, little mouse.”

You blink. Then scoff.

“Yeah, very clever.”

Are you being watched? Fuck, are you actually going crazy? There’s still no sign of movement on the rooftops.

Maybe it was nothing.

Fett chuckles. “That you were.”

Your eyes roll, finally breaking away from the skyline. An anxious pang spears you again—Dakk will be looking at the accounts any second.

“You need to make that transaction disappear.”

“It’s taken care of.”

You ignore a ripple of heat in your lower belly. Stay focused.

“Mind at least telling me what I have? And what the hell I need to do with it?”

“I’m sending you coordinates. My associate will meet you there.”

Your heart drops, a stone to cool your insides.

“So your ‘associate’ couldn’t have just… picked this up themselves?” More ice slips into your voice than you intend, but you can’t help it. With everything that’s already happened, the walls of your emotional fortitude are starting to chip.

“There is much you still do not understand. I’m relying on your discretion.”

You swallow against the withering feeling that drapes you. Some things never change. Maybe this is all you’ll ever be–a piece in someone else’s dejarik game, only fit to serve your small purpose and nothing more.

“Fine,” you clip back. “Send the coordinates.”

There’s a pause on the line, and it cuts off again. Maybe he didn’t expect you to concede so easily. Or maybe he’s finally regretting his decision to assign you this task. With a sharp shake of your head, you refocus on the message blinking to life on your wrist.

You study the coordinates for a moment, and then set off, back up the hangar row and out onto the street outside the port. The location he sent is familiar to you–in the industrial district, a former Imperial production facility that now sits abandoned.

As you walk, your mind begins to roil, building up to a seething tide. Crashing, deafening waves of spite and curiosity force your focus back to the weight on your arm.

You should do what Fett asks. It could be dangerous for you to know what the item is. Deadly, even. You’re swept up in forces now that you can hardly begin to understand, and you know it. But that riptide has already wrenched you from your comfortable shelter, cast you into new depths, and now you have to figure out how to swim.

And if you’re going to do that, you also have to know what’s lurking in the water.

The moment you make it to a quiet street, you dart behind a corner and meld with shadow. If Fett is bringing you in, then he’s bringing you in. Before you can overthink your decision, you snatch the tiny box from its hidden spot in the lining of your basket and unclasp the fastenings.

Something small and cylindrical lies within, obscured in a swaddle of delicate cloth. Gripping one edge, you roll it out until a tiny cylinder drops into your palm. Your brows draw together.

All of that, for a little piece of metal? No, a 50,000-credit piece of metal that nearly caused you at least three heart attacks already?

You huff, roll up the device and shove it back into its box. Fett was right, there is much you don’t understand.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t do anything about that.

New determination fueling your steps, you set off again, this time veering from your course. It’s not like you were given a time limit, or very much information at all, for that matter. Fuck it. Boba Fett isn’t the only one with contacts.

After a short walk, you approach a small droid repair shop just outside the main city center. The sign still hangs a little crooked, but the stoop is meticulously swept. You step up to the door and push it open.

The same little chime announces your entrance. An Ithorian faces away from you behind the counter, hunched over a workbench. She turns as you step in, and then her tall face lights up.

She squeals your name and darts around the counter, closing the distance and throwing her arms around you. All at once, the swarm of nerves that has been migrating around your insides all day melts to stillness. A laugh bubbles up and you wrap your arms around her in return.

“Hey, Tau.” You squeeze her tighter. “It’s been way too long.”

“You don’t say!” Her translator collar morphs delighted, guttural grunts into Basic. She pulls back after a few moments, grasps your hands and begins to drag you toward her workbench. “I have so much to show you. K-C2R is almost done, I just need to get a hold of a positronic transisto–hey, is everything okay?”

She snaps back around to face you, gripping you by the shoulders and searching your face. You feel your cheekbone tingle, even though the bruise there has mostly faded.

“It’s been, like, forever since I’ve seen you. With everything going on, I was getting worried something happened.”

An inexplicable lump suddenly rises in your throat. Maker above, you wish you could just tell her everything right now. But you can’t endanger her like that. You clear your throat.

“Tau, I was actually hoping you could help me with something.” You set your basket down on the counter and pull out the box. “I can’t stay long, but I promise I’ll explain everything later.”

You roll the metal cylinder out of its cloth wrapping and hold it out to her. Her inquisitive stare flicks to your open palm, and you could swear she almost short-circuits.

“No kriffing way.” She plucks it from you and inspects it closely, rotating it and checking every tiny crevice with each eye.

You lean forward.

“What is it?”

Her gaze snaps back to you, and she scampers to the front door to slot the lock into place.

“Follow me.”

Tau snatches your hand and whisks you behind her workbench, past the slumped KX-series security droid and through a door to the back room. She shuts it behind you and punches two switches on the wall. The lights flicker on, an entire wall of screens and panels humming to life.

“This…” She waggles the cylinder in front of your nose, “is a data spike.” She scurries over to a computer station and hops into the chair. “Do you know what’s on it?”

“No idea.” You follow her, taking in the impressive array. “Can you find out?”

“Pfft.” She twirls the spike between her fingers and sticks it into a terminal. “Who do you think I am!”

Grinning, you yank up a chair to sit behind her. Long rows of symbols scroll across the screen. Tau taps a few keys, and the computer responds with a new stream of information.

You blink. This stuff makes your head spin.

“So where have you been lately, anyway?” Tau scans the rows of jumbled code as she speaks. “You know I go Loth-bat crazy in here with no one to talk to.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You sigh, pressing the heels of your palms to your eyes. “Dakk’s had me so busy. You know how he gets.”

She puffs out a throaty sigh.

“Tell me about it. Gavic pretty much has me running this place on my own lately. He’s been offworld ever since that big shipment got hit. Apparently the bosses went, like, totally ballistic over it. HQ was blowing up our comms for days.”

Something flashes across the screen. It fritzes into static. Tau pauses with a frown, presses a few buttons, then gives the screen a solid whack. The display stabilizes.

“How is Brondakk taking it?” Her fingers start to fly, clicking staccato rhythms across the keyboard. “He was overseeing that job, right?”

“Yeah, he was.” Your pulse thumps in your cheekbone. “He… didn’t take it well.”

She sighs, shooting you a quick, sympathetic look before resuming.

“You know, if he’s being an asshole, you can always come and crash…” She trails off, hands growing still.

You lean forward and search the jumbled symbols, but as always, none of it makes any sense to you. Tau’s eyes go huge.

“Hey where did you say you got this thing again?”

“Oh, um. Dakk gave it to me, I’m supposed to be delivering it to someone. I just really wanted to know what it was.”

She starts to vibrate.

“This is so insane. I’m pretty sure this thing could hack, like, any communications array in the galaxy and it would be totally untraceable.” She searches the stream of gibberish now flowing across the screen. “I wonder what they’re planning.”

“Me, too.” Your heart picks up rhythm in your chest, nerves retaking flight in a flutter of razored wings. Tau lets out a devious giggle. Her fingers zip across the keys. The computer emits a few trills.

“What are you doing?”

“Making a copy.” She shoots you a wink.

Your jaw drops.

“You can do that?”

“Duh!” She rolls her eyes playfully. “I mean, it won’t be perfect, this encryption is ridiculously complex. But I should be able to preserve most of the functionality in the duplicate.”

Your mind starts to oscillate, excitement and apprehension setting off on a neck-and-neck race.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“No,” she gives a rueful laugh. “But I might never get my hands on this kind of tech again. Who knows when it could become handy.”

“Who knows when it could become trouble.”

She swivels her chair around to you then, her face growing solemn. Duplicate lines of code continue to split and organize themselves across the screen behind her.

“Look, I know the risks. But… ” She sighs, an internal battle playing across her long, kind face. “It’s like, if we never risk anything, where will we end up, you know? I can’t accept that I’ll be here forever.” She takes your hand, a plea forming in her eyes. “Haven’t you ever thought about getting out?”

That look eats a hole through your chest, opens it up and nestles itself there. The edges of your careful ward start to crumble, that lump rising back into your throat.

All this day has done so far is make you feel more alone than ever. And now you’re faced with your only friend, perhaps the one person in the whole galaxy who could ever come close to understanding how you feel.

And you’re lying to her.

“Tau…” You squeeze her hand in your own, drawing a sharp breath. “I didn’t get this from Dakk. I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself wrapped up in, but it’s big.” Her eyes widen. “I can’t say much–”

“Then don’t.” She plucks the spike from the terminal and presses it back into your palm, her eyes brimming with hope. It nearly shatters your heart. “I get it. Look, whatever it is, just know I’m on your side. I want to help.”

Warmth blooms through you, a sensation that almost bursts you from within. You pull her into a hug.

“Thank you.”

She squeezes you, giving your back a few quick rubs. As hard as you’ve been trying to fight them, tears finally spill. You wipe your eyes, recomposing yourself.

“I really need to get going.”

“Go!” Tau jumps up and pulls you back into the main shop. “Just be safe, and promise you’ll keep me updated.”

You nod, and just as you’re about to exit, realization hits you like a speeder.

“Oh! That reminds me.” You pull your sleeve up to reveal your commlink. “Got the one you told me about.”

Tau makes a delighted noise.

“Fuck yeah, finally!” She raises her wrist to yours, and both commlinks beep. She puts her hands on your shoulders, beaming at you one final time.

“Okay, get out of here. Don’t meet any handsome strangers without me.” She ushers you out the door. “And call me later, you bitch.”

“I promise!” You both erupt into giggles, and she shuts the door.

Satisfied and re-energized, you set off.

The rest of the walk to the industrial district goes without incident. You know these streets well enough to shave a few minutes off the walk–and you do, hoping to cover for your detour.

When you reach Fett’s coordinates, you’re unsurprised to find yourself alone. Sighing, you find an old crate against the wall of the building and hop up to sit on it. You scan up and down the alley, thumping your heels against the weather-worn metal.

Nothing.

Until a feminine voice emanates from the walls themselves, wrapping you in a noose of dark silk.

“You’re late.”

A chill settles on the back of your neck. You shrug it away.

“Yeah, well, no one exactly bothered to provide me a time frame,” you say to the empty street, standing back up.

Two feet hit the ground behind you. You whirl.

A small woman stands before you, clad in an angular black tunic with orange detailing. Dark eyes pin you from behind the slitted visor of a helmet, and you have to swallow a pang of realization. The top half of her helmet is painted vivid orange, and from beneath it, a long black braid drapes over one shoulder.

That was no trick of the light earlier. Your heart picks up pace again.

She extends one petite, gloved hand toward you, palm up. You hand over the box and she wrests it open, unspooling the data spike from its silken swaddle.

Seriously? What’s the point of assigning you this stupid errand if they can’t even trust you to follow through?

Your stare is stony when the woman’s eyes find yours again. Her own expression is unreadable under the helmet, but she rolls the spike back up and straps it to a holster on her belt. Without another word, she leaps, catches a pipe on the wall and swings up onto the roof, out of sight.

“Talkative bunch,” you mutter to yourself, swathed once again in the solitude of peeling duracrete walls.

Kicking a stone down the street, you start to head back the way you came. There’s no use dwelling on whatever the fuck this day has become. You suppose that if Boba Fett decides to find another use for you, you’ll know about it.

All he has to do is attach another set of strings and make you dance.

You kick another stone, harder this time. It clatters and echoes along the deserted alleyway.

Whatever. You already mourned your agency a long time ago. This shit is nothing new.

In the meantime, you still have groceries to gather.

And a promise to keep.

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