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So basically my friend had a dream that we were in a science room and I was creating these “world destructive” weapons. She said it looked like a mix of a flamethrower and a water gun, specifically saying it looked “funky” and like a “monstrosity”. But anyway, she says that I dropped it cause I was jumping up and down, pretending to be a hero and saving people but I was actually cackling and didn’t look heroic at all🫤 and I dropped it and a red button was almost pressed and everyone knows red button=bad. Thankfully it didn’t get pressed.

But here’s the funny part.

The reason why I was making those weapons is because Donnie (yes. Dontello the fucking turtle) provoked me by saying that my weapons were ass. So i was like, “grrr👹” and he was like, “grrr👹” and we had a deadly nerd duel.

She said we might kill humanity if we were put in a room together and if we were to fight it’d be a tie since we’d be pointing deadly weapons at each other. She ended it by saying, “Moral of the story: You and Donnie would destroy everything.”

Anyways, I was wondering if you could write headcanons or a one shot with this sort of like theme ig with Donnie and just what you get from reading this weird ass dream she sent me🤭😭 (if it inspired you to write something)

Deadly Nerd Duel

author’s note: or alternative title, This Town Ain’t Big Enough for the Both of Us . . . oh c’mon it makes sense.

warnings: crack, fluff, cursing, rlly long one shot, enemies to lovers, unedited

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“This place is about to blow,” April whispered to Leo. “Yeah, and my bet is on Donnie,” Leo added smugly, holding up a fake five dollar bill. “You’re on, you have no idea how crazy Y/n really is,” April said holding up her own five, yes that one was real.

“Last chance Y/n,” Donnie took a deep breath, calming himself. Y/n rolled their eyes, shifting their weight to one side, then glanced up at the purple clad turtle, “Oh? I was quite certain you were going to back out by now,” a mischievous glint could be seen in your eyes.

Confused? Okay, let’s back it up.

“Donnie, I’d like you to meet, my newest friend,” April gave jazz hands as she presented you, “Y/n!” She beamed and the purple turtle gave you a once over before turning back to his phone. THAT. That right there was his first mistake! “Donnie! C’mon be nice!” April pleaded. Though her voice was sweet, her eyes were raging with a burning fire that was threatening to explode behind closed doors–meaning as soon as you were gone April would be chewing out Donnie’s shell. “Sigh, if I must, greetings April’s friend ‘Y/n’ I am the Othello Von Ryan,” He gave a half-hearted wave with one hand. His gaze lingered purposefully for a second longer, then he looked at April as if to say, see I can be ‘nice.’ Then, his attention promptly went back down to his phone. A smug smile forming on his face, thinking himself cool.

You blinked hard, taking in his enormous ego and trying not to gag. Strike two. “Yes, well April I thought you said you were showing me the cool one,” you said off-handedly, turning back to the lab door that you had just entered through. April sucked in a deep breath, knowing you were pissed off, so instead of trying to force the two of you to get along, she was ready and willing to follow you out of the lab. But it seemed your comment had struck a nerve on Ol’ Donatello. “Only an intellectual individual would understand how cool my lab is, therefore crowning me the coolest person you’ll ever meet. Top side or here in the sewers, darling” he hadn’t looked up from his phone, but he was definitely clenching it a tad harder than before.

You chuckled darkly, darling? He’d regret that. What was the count? Oh yeah, strike three. You were still walking for the door, turning only when you reached it. Glancing around the supposedly ‘cool’ place, and deciding right then and there the two of you were never going to be friends. No, there was a special kind of relationship between the two of you. You assumed it would level up to hate eventually but for now you’d stick him in the dislike pile. Maybe he would realize how stuck up he sounded, especially for a first meeting. Your eyes snagged on a container that had somewhat of a spotlight on it. As if to say, out of all the things in his lab, this was one of his favorites. So you were a little mean when you said, “I don’t know, it’d be a lot cooler if that was genuine uranium instead of a carbon copy fake,” nodding at the said container and then you shoved the door open without giving him a chance to reply. April scurried out, harshly whispering to Donnie that she would have a word with him later.

Donnie hadn’t gotten up from his swivel chair the entire time–you had just soaked up his favorite place in the world, all with the most judgmental eyes. You weren’t just judging his lab though, you were judging him. But he never thought that you would actually know what you were looking at. Much less be able to tell the difference from him forging and putting together a fake piece of uranium. Or just that you even knew it was uranium to begin with?! You surprised him. And you had also dissed him. A mistake that he would make sure you would regret. He quickly removed his feet from his work table, dusting it off. He never put his feet up there, he had done it because you were there. A stranger that April trusted, and he wanted to appear to be the badass he proclaimed himself to be. Donnie felt like doing something illegal, something to obtain real uranium and shove that into your face. Because there was no way he could legally afford such material. He wondered if you were some rich uptown-ie. And immediately he was pushing his swivel chair away from the work table towards his big screen. “Well darling, you’ve got my attention, now, how much science do you actually know?” He muttered to himself as he did a google search. What? He’d start off with the basics. Then he’d dive into the dark web for all your dirty little secrets, if you had any. You looked like the type to hide stuff. But what he came up with was mainly surface information. Perfect grades, perfect family (only child), perfect records, even for attendance. Which then came as no surprise when he saw you had no criminal record. It didn’t add up, no one could be that perfect, he went back, to middle school, to elementary, and still you had perfect grades/attendance/record.

“Hmm,” he spun in his chair. What’s a goody-little-two-shoes running around in the sewers of NYC with his best friend, the April O’Neil. How did the two of you become friends? These were questions that only said best friend could answer and he knew he had surely pissed her off with his antics. Donnie sighed, he’d do a deeper dive in the world wide web before he had to admit he was actually curious to April.

Three hours later and nothing relevant. You didn’t even have a social media he could uncover! Fuckity fuck.

“So what’d you think?” April asked sheepishly. Hoping that you’d just forget about the whole interaction with Donnie and focus on how positive the rest of the brothers had been. April thanked the heavens above that even Leo hadn’t acted so childishly. Sure he was still immature, but he wasn’t blatantly rude! April had come to find out that you had a short fuse and a low tolerance for any and all bullshit.

“Raph was cool, Mikey was sweet, Leo was.. alright?” You said, pondering for a moment. Then your eyes hardened and April grimaced, you hadn’t forgotten.

“But that other fellow, the purple one?” You just shook your head, knowing he was still April’s friend, whether you liked him or not. You wouldn’t go as far as to bad mouth him in front of her. That would put her in an awkward position, so you kept your mouth shut—but April readily spoke up. “I don’t know what his problem was!! Honestly Y/n, he’s a great guy, and I’ll prove it to you. He probably didn’t have any coffee this morning!” She supplied an excuse and you raised an eyebrow. “Next weekend, like Mikey said, come back with me! It’ll be way more fun, and I’ll make sure to have a word with Donnie,” April pleaded.

It was easy to agree, truly the other guys were cool, you just had a bad taste in your mouth from the purple one. “Alright, I’ll be there then,” you gave April a small smile and she instantly relaxed. “Yes!! Awesome, this will be just—“ she looked down at her phone, immediately hiding it from your view in an attempt at being discrete. You did, however, notice how her eyes had hardened just slightly behind her glasses. “I’ve gotta take this. I’ll text you the details, see ya tomorrow?” April asked. You nodded, “Of course, do I ever miss class?” You joked, and April couldn’t help but laugh, thinking of some fond memories of you rushing in, barely making it some days but still there. “True that! Alright, see ya laters!” April waved, taking off towards a different direction than where the both of you had been heading. You noticed it was back towards the alleyway, likely to the manhole—right back down to the sewers.

You shoved your hands into the pockets of your hoodie. You would give the purple turtle credit for one thing, and one thing only, he had given you slight inspiration. You headed to your apartment, to your own lab. The benefits of being a straight A student and having rich parents, was practically getting anything you wanted from them. And yes, especially if you told them it was for school, and to them sure, all the stuff you bought sounded scientific enough. They didn’t know better, truly they were just happy that you did so well in school. That’s really all that mattered to them. Get the grade, and you’ll be rewarded, so get the grade you did. You never disappointed, that wasn’t in your DNA, nope not in your gene code. So as you typed in the code to your front door, passing through the living room and heading straight for the only other door with a keypad lock, you typed in a different set of numbers. Swish, the door slid open before you, and you were hit with a chilly breeze. Ah, home sweet home.

“I’ll give you one chance to offer up a good reason as to why you were acting so—so—so childishly earlier!” April had stormed back to the lair and went straight for Donnie’s lab as soon as she saw him calling. She hadn’t answered his call, no sir, she would much rather face him. “You should’ve seen the face they made as soon as they locked eyes with me,” Donnie started and April scowled, “Are you serious?!” April practically yelled; Donnie continued, “Yes, I am, and not just me—they were eyeing my lab like it was a junkyard. I may get some parts from there, but this is definitely not a repo place.” Donnie threw his arm to the side as if to make his point. His lab was flawless, freshly cleaned (he had done so just for April and her friend, you.) “Donnie, you spoke first. You started that whole bicker back and forth,” April exasperated, “now I’m asking you to put the whole thing aside for me, and get along. Please?!” Donnie grumbled to himself, muttering how he didn’t know if that would be possible if you couldn’t fix your resting bit-

“DONNIE!” April really yelled this time. He closed his mouth, had he been saying that out loud? Sheesh, you had really done a number on him. Though maybe he was just frustrated he hadn’t been able to find anything more interesting about you. Just the fact that you were rich due to your father’s wealth as a political figure. Which only made Donnie even more angry, you definitely had the money to buy materials he couldn’t… that is, if what he was assuming was true and that you were just as big a nerd as him. “Fine, how about you tell me why, or I should say, how the two of you even became friends?” Surely April could shed some light on that unknown fact. “It’s a long story, but I promise, Y/n is legit, just give them another chance, they’ll be back next weekend,” April informed as she stood, obviously planning on heading out. But this wasn’t good, Donnie hadn’t gotten any information at all! He sighed loudly, and April shot him a glare. “Dee,” she sighed, “I thought the two of you would get along.. you have way more in common than you think.” April shook her head, and Donnie softened if only slightly. “Okay okay, for you, and you only” and April beamed brightly. “Awesome, just watch, the two of you will be buds in no time!”

And now you have a bit of context! Still confused?

Well, next week arrived and it had been going all according to April’s plan. Everyone getting along for the most part, though subtle glares were definitely exchanged. You and Donnie were… cordial? Yes, we’ll go with that word. Mikey and April had thrown a pizza party, plenty of boxes to share. Then after a movie night was in order, and after that the board games had begun. This was where things started to go a little haywire. April didn’t know why she had thought it was a good idea to let Leo choose, but she did, and monopoly it was. A long ass game that definitely could break up the fragile peace that April had been trying to cultivate between you and Donnie. As soon as Donnie had landed on one of Y/n’s property, they held out their hand for him to cough up the fake cash. His eyes had turned ablaze. Not because of your hand, but because of your smug little face, more than happy to have had him pay up first. Instead of passing the money, he slid it your way, making you pick it up yourself. Classy Donatello, very classy.

It was war after that. The light blue properties and railroads secured by Y/n, you were on a roll and trying to get the oranges next. Though Mikey had practically called it in the beginning, he hadn’t gotten that lucky with his rolls, instead landing on the pinks and utilities. You had actually traded Mikey the last utility property for the last railroad. (Donnie had seethed, not thinking that was a smart trade on Mikey’s part, but really he just didn’t want you getting another set.) Donnie had the red’s and the dark blues, plotting on everyone’s demise. All it would take would be just one person to land on those expensive ass properties that had him almost broke now, but he was in this for the long run. Long run indeed, one by one the other brothers ended up bankrupt to either you or Donnie’s schemes until it was just April left. It was getting pretty late too, April would say so every time it was her turn, but she would immediately be thwarted by both you and Donnie saying, “It’s almost over!” “Just one more round.”

The competitive nature between the both of you was alive and crackling. It was your turn, and you landed on the chance tile. As you picked up a card, the color from your face drained. “This is bullshit.” You muttered, throwing the card down on the center of the board for everyone to see. “Oh noooooo!” Mikey wailed, he had been rooting for you, much to Donnie’s dismay. Out of all the cards, you picked the one that forced you to move to Boardwalk, aka the dark blue that Donnie had the most hotels built on. It was a sure shot defeat, you knew you would go bankrupt. “It was all part of the plan,” he said as he tapped the side of his head smugly. “Yeah well, make sure to thank the chance card for your victory,” you made sure to say.

April piped up, “I’m still in the game too you know!” You gave her a sheepish smile. While that was true, April didn’t have as much as Donnie now had—with his properties and yours included, it was a sure win. “But let’s call it a night huh?” April asked for a final time and you agreed, getting up and stretching. April didn’t think you were a sore loser but on the off hand that Donnie started to brag, April wanted to get you out of there while the mood was still amiable. The brothers all said their goodbyes, Mikey already asking for future plans. Donnie had walked silently back to his lab after his mumbled sayonara. To which you only hesitated a second before following after him.

Leo nudged April, nonexistent eyebrows waggling and silently telling her to not follow just yet. April’s eyes widened, wondering if the two of you were finally going to become closer! The best buds plan that she had hoped for were now in the foreseeable future?! She smiled brightly now watching as you disappeared around the corner that led to Donnie’s lab.

“Hey wait,” you called out when you saw he was about to shut the lab door. Donnie took a step backwards, head peeking out of the entryway to see you had stopped a couple feet away from his lab. “I just wanted to say, good game.. it was smart to consider the chance cards and their uses,” your hands were in your hoodie pockets. You made sure to keep eye contact, trying to convey your sincerity. Donnie’s full form came into view as he leaned against the lab door. Listening intently, eyes not leaving yours. When you finished he wondered if April had put you up to saying something like this. But the way your eyes immediately went to the floor after you finished, the way your feet were shuffling, he deduced that possibility was less than likely.

“Yeah, it was a good game, mostly because I won,” he grinned, unable to stop from bragging— at least a little! You rolled your eyes. “Right,” you replied, giving up on the sincere tone. “But for a second there, I thought I was in deep trouble, it was uh- fun to play with you,” Donnie remedied, the smugness fading into something more genuine. You raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly as you watched him backtrack a little. Being a little nice in fact. “I was thinking, you’re pretty smart-“

“Not just smart, I’d say I’m on par with Einstein’s level of genius” Donnie interrupted you quickly. You cleared your throat, shooting him a glare as you started to rock back and forth on your heels, “as I was saying, I have some things I’ve been working on for a while, I think they may be more useful to you and your brothers.” You concluded, but it was Donnie’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “What things exactly?”

One day later, and you were back in the sewers, specifically in the common area of the lair. The suitcase you had brought down was popped open, and Raph and Mikey were peering inside as you grabbed the first weapon. “So this isn’t the most dangerous thing I’ve built but I’d say freezing people solid is pretty handy when it comes to vigilante work!” You said, pointing the gun up in the air for safe measure. Donnie was on the far side of the room, and the look on his face was close to outrage. You wanted to give his brothers cool weapons??? That was his job! Plus they didn’t need weapons, they already had weapons. Sure they didn’t freeze people, BUT they did not need your things. If anything his brothers should only want—

“Cool! Can I try??” Mikey was making grabby hands for the freeze ray and you readily handed it over. “Just be careful, the safety’s off.” You said and no sooner had you spoken a blast was shot, near poor Leo, who was quick enough to move completely out of the way. “Hey!” Leo screeched, turning his face to see the pizza boxes that had been piling up had turned into ice. “Woah,” Leo breathed out, impressed. Raph took the weapon from Mikey, not trusting him to have another shot accidentally go off. “Heh, whoops!” Mikey said sheepishly as he ran over to the block of iced pizza boxes.

“You guys think that’s cool??” Donnie piped up from across the room. He made a mad dash to his lab, going over to the glass box that read ‘BETA’ and grabbed the first thing he could get his hands on. He was back in the common area in no time, “Feast your eyes on this,” From what you could tell he was holding a weapon much like yours, shaped like a gun. He flicked a switch, aiming in your direction, “Donnie!” Raph warned, but he pulled the trigger anyway. A blast shot past your face, inches away until it landed on the recliner by the projector. On impact it shrunk two times its normal size! “A shrink ray?!” Mikey exclaimed, running to go pick up the mini sized chair. Donnie’s weapon was now directed up in the air, resting on his shoulder, he had a smug smile on his face, daring you to top that.

Game on! It was a battle of who could outshine the other. All inventions were being put on showcase for the brothers and eventually April (who had just gotten out of her last class) to ‘ohh’ and ‘ahh’ at. Weapon after weapon, prototype after prototype. Until the really dangerous shit was coming out to play. “ALRIGHT,” Donnie said, skidding to a stop for the seventh time. The trip to his lab to the living room was getting to be a bit tiring. He pointed the most dangerous thing he had, directly at you. You did the same, out of your suitcase came a wicked looking weapon, and you clicked the safety off, aiming at Donnie’s face. The two of you were huffing angrily at one another.

“This place is about to blow,” April whispered to Leo. Popcorn had been popped, everyone enjoying the show the two of you were putting on. “Yeah, and my bet is on Donnie,” Leo added smugly, holding up a fake five dollar bill. He had a knack for sneaking monopoly money when no one was paying attention. And for some reason he still had it. April snorted, “You’re on, you have no idea how crazy Y/n really is,” April held up her own five, that one being real.

“Last chance Y/n,” Donnie took a deep breath, calming himself. He was watching you carefully, one finger ready to pull back the trigger. Y/n rolled their eyes, shifting their weight to one side, then glanced up at the purple clad turtle, “Oh? I was quite certain you were going to back out by now,” a mischievous glint could be seen in your eyes. Donnie gritted his teeth, he was not about to get punked by you. “Guyssss how about we call this a tie!” Mikey breathed out nervously. Twiddling his thumbs together as he came to stand between the two of you. “Only if Y/n admits my weapon is better!” Donnie hollered over Mikey and your eyes narrowed, “Not happening,” you said immediately. Raph spoke up then, “what exactly do those guns do?” You and Donnie were talking over one another not making much sense but the gist was, BOOM. The place would go boom.

“Okay,” Raph nodded, “PUT THE WEAPONS DOWN!” He yelled at the both of you. Simultaneously it was like all the air had been sucked out of the room as slowly, the two of you listened, weapons going down to your respective sides. “Mine’s better,” Donnie muttered, and you scoffed. “It was never a competition! I just wanted to—“ and you stopped yourself. You took in a deep breath, stalked forward, you weren’t about to admit this to the entire room. You brushed past the purple turtle. He had expected you to flash out once you reached him but you just kept walking, to his lab he assumed and immediately he was following after you.

“Should we make sure they don’t kill each other in a different room?” April thought aloud. Leo’s hand made a swipe in the air, “Nahhh I’ll bet another $5” he quickly held up another fake, “that everything figures itself out!” Mikey was scurrying over making his own bets and Raph was wondering if this was the smartest thing to do right about now. When just a couple of minutes ago the place could’ve gone boom! But he was quickly being dragged into Leo and April’s betting game.

As soon as Donnie passed the threshold of his lab, you were there, backing him into the door as it shut behind him. “What’re you—?!” Donnie exclaimed not liking the close proximity at all. “That’s what I should be asking you! I thought we were finally getting along?” You accused, waving the weapon around that was still in your hand. “Yeah that was until you decided to showboat and try to take my job!” Donnie surmised angrily. “You got issues because all I was trying to do was help!” You confessed as you threw the weapon to the ground in frustration. “We don’t need your help.” Donnie sneered, wanting to get his point across, he was the tech guy, he was the genius, they didn’t need a second.

You jabbed a finger straight into his plastron. “I knew it. I knew you were just some self-obsessed, ego-maniac, who only cares about himself.” You were met with a hard stare. You waited for him to challenge that, to dare and say you were wrong. “Oh yeah? Well you—“ his own fists clenching, “are the most privileged, prissy, judgmental person I’ve ever met!” You smirked, batting away his insults with a, “and how many people have you met exactly?” Insinuating mutant turtles don’t exactly have much of a social life. “Fuck you,” Donnie glowered. “Fuck you too.” And somewhere along the insults and the arguing the two of you had gotten pressed together. It was silent for a moment as the two of you realized this, your eyes widening if only slightly as Donnie’s breath fanned your face.

He was looking at you carefully, noting your surprise and the way your breath quickened. You saw the way his eyes darted to your lips, and the way he swallowed. Fuck it! You both thought as your heads came crashing to one another. Lips meeting and teeth clacking, it was a brutal kiss. Heated passion that was stoked by the fire of anger and attraction. His hands were pulling you impossibly closer, going around your waist. Your own hands were pressed against his upper plastron. Moments passed until air was needed and your head moved back slightly to gulp down oxygen. “You drive me crazy,” Donnie said, meeting your lips once more, not letting you rest. You kissed him back feverishly, agreeing wholeheartedly, he drove you crazy too. “So is this a truce?” You panted as he drew back to breath. “For now..” he smirked, already enjoying the effect he had on you. You shook your head, was it possible for his ego to get any larger? One of his hands came up and his fingers caught your chin, lifting it and his lips met yours one more time. This kiss was softer, but it took your breath away all the same. “I guess your inventions aren’t half-bad” he murmured against your lips. You smiled smugly, “Damn right!”

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cactusspatz · 3 months

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December recs

Whew, I read a lot of fic in December! My Yuletide recs are here and here, and I winnowed down the rest of them to a mere ten recs.

Click on for Batman, Murderbot, and Goblin Emperor fics!

BATMAN

The Time Before by @cdelphiki

One moment, Red Hood was fighting with Black Mask, listening to the idiot go on about how he'd murder Jason long before he'd become a problem. The next… Jason was ten years in the past, nine-years-old, and fending for himself on the streets of Gotham. Bruce might not know about Jason yet in the timeline, but Batman was the only one who could protect him against Black Mask. If only Jason didn't hate him so much…

Excellent time travel fic!

this kind of weather by r_astra / @heyy-its-skip

Jason’s at school when his mom dies, and that’s the only reason any of it happens. If he’d been home, if he’d been with her, he would’ve been in the wind before anyone else even knew. Even if they looked, no one ever would’ve found him. He’d have taken to the sewers if that’s what it took, man-eating crocodile guy and all.

I love Jason in this, and his friendship with Stephanie, and the identity secrets.

seventeen going under by @bonerot19

"Where's your pops?" Terry shouted down the sidewalk. "Dunno," Jason said. "Haven't seen him in a week. I stopped goin' lookin' for him a long time ago." Hell, Jason was happy with the man's absence. Maybe it would stick, this time. "He owes me fifty bucks." Terry, closer to Jason now, was still shouting. Jason spun around and started walking backwards. "What'a'ya know," he said. "Me too." AU where Jason is seventeen, his parents are alive, he works nights at a convenience store, and everything is about to go to shit.

Loosely inspired by this kind of weather (in that Jason's parents survived longer) but much heavier on the angst and h/c. I'm loving the WIP sequel as well!

coconut and aloe by merils (Tim/Kon)

Tim still doesn’t sit. “I washed it like three times, but my hair still smells like vinegar and death,” he says, and gazes intently into Kon’s eyes. …Ah. Now Kon gets it. “Tim, buddy,” he says, amusement bubbling up in his chest, because apparently Tim can’t just ask like a normal person. It’s stupidly endearing. “Do you want me to wash your hair?”

Soft and sensual and sweet.

MURDERBOT

An Unexpected Quarter by @ilovedthestars

Murderbot is captured by the company, with no one to come to its rescue. Help comes from somewhere it doesn’t expect.

Aimed directly at my id, and a great outsider POV. On a similar theme, I also enjoyed Salvage or Repair by the same author.

words left behind by torpidgilliver

"How do you stand it?" Dr. Gurathin's tone is slow and even when he asks, "Stand what?" SecUnit 3 shares its feelings with someone who might understand.

Beautiful exploration of Three's grief, and a lovely look at Gurathin's life.

Terrible Tactical Strategy by audreycritter

Three is behaving oddly. There's a surprisingly ordinary explanation, it's just that the explanation isn't fun for anyone.

In which Three has feelings about media in an entirely new direction, and a mini breakdown. Achy but kind.

Un/Safe by John_lzhc

Ayda Mensah was in her office cubby, reviewing the last of the council dispatches, when she received an urgent assistance request from Secunit. That… had never happened before. Murderbot has a close encounter of a 3-year-old kind. It is not impressed.

*cackles* Look, Murderbot is so competent that I just can't resist stories where it panics in social situations.

GOBLIN EMPEROR

The Search for Marneise Amalo by Sphragis

"Before we may attend to the truly important aims of our account, we must address a matter that we had rather not. Were it not for the prurient curiosity of the worst kind of people, we would not deign even to introduce the following subject. As we are obliged to speak, we shall keep the point brief: Pel-Thenhior was not marnis. The accusation was always and only vicious rumor." On the (in)ability of love to find expression in the historical record.

Gorgeous fic using historical research (letters, academic writing, and video/interview) to explore the edges of Thara and Iana's relationship and future. Creative and wonderful.

#fic rec #monthly recs #batman #dcu #tim/kon #murderbot #murderbot diaries #goblin emperor #gen #thara/iana

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wildfire317 · 4 months

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@liveleaker @jaquesmes

Alright listen here you little inbred, KKK wannabe chucklefucks news flash neither of you are main characters and your barely even background characters so quit acting like you dumbfucks are worth more than the dirt under your toenails. Nobody in their right mind actually thinks your dumb racist, homophobic and sexist comments are funny or cute, you two just look like absolutely moronic dipshits with micro-dongs and chihuahua complexes. And another thing you living condom usage advertisements, Nobody wants your defective sewing needle sized, piss poor excuses for cocks that not even a rat could choke on or your rotting in the middle of a dry summer sewer smelling, flatter than a piece of paper asses any where near them and if you think they do your even less intelligent than a single cell organism. You both claim to be adults so goddamn act like it because as things are right now you're both acting like a pair of rocket propelled spaz maggots spring-loaded face first up the asses of psychedelic freakout weasels on idiot drugs. Also you want to call someone swagless and bitchless you might want to take a good long look in the mirror because I don't see a singular molecule of swag on either of you or a single bitch and I'm not surprised considering you both look like the kind of guys that order boneless, dry rub chicken wings and then lose a fight to a chihuahua. And by the way just because you pieces of dick-cheese started putting out at twelve and peaked at 15 doesn't mean you get to drag everyone else down the perverted dunkass tree with you. Also your 8 decade curse is the biggest joke in the history of curses from any religion it isn't even an actual curse, it barely even qualifies as a jinx and thats ignoring the fact that it's basically useless the way you attempted to use it anyways and was over all a monumentally stupid waste of everyones time so stuff that in your prison cell and sit on it. You two blithering, feculent, shit holes are such lame wastes of genetic material i would not be surprised if both of your probably absentee fathers wish they had worn a condom at the time of your conceptions which explains your blatantly fatherless behavior and I bet your mothers change the subject when anyone asks about you and envy people who have never met or heard of you. Your "your momma" jokes are the most pathetic I have ever seen, were either of you actually even trying or was that the extent of your creativity? Because they were the weakest, most uninspired and embarrassing "your momma" jokes I have ever had the displeasure of reading to the point that they barely even qualify, And don't even get me started on your insults because I have met 3rd graders who have better insults. Your "oh look at me I'm a terrorist" shtick is so stupid and pathetic i couldn't help but cackle at your waste of energy like what do you want a cookie? Because you don't even deserve the crumbs of crap after someone else ate a cookie so who even gives a barfing fuck about it? You jackasses are about as threatening as some mild flatulence. I hope you piss ant's have fun dying alone and unwanted and that every time you think you have to fart you end up shitting your pants, i hope that every time you go to put socks on they are soaking wet and ice cold, i hope that the next time you are anywhere near a lego set or box of thumbtacks you step on one, i hope that every time you go to bed both sides of your pillow are annoyingly hot and give you lice, and lastly i hope that every single time you go to walk past a piece of furniture that you bang your toes on it hard enough to break your toe bones. Isn't it funny how quickly your bullshit unravels when someone actually intelligent calls you out? Do the world a favor and delete all of your social media, go apologize to whichever trees are working their proverbial asses off to replace the oxygen you're both wasting and then sew your mouths shut you cowardly wastes of skin. Id say you could learn from this but then I'd sound just as stupid as you two. Sayonara you worthless, crotch-stained barf-puppets.

( @warringwarrioridiot @p1n34ppl3-c4t24 for your reading entertainment)

#call out post #replies #go shit yourselves you entitled douchewagons #for those who don't know #the two users tagged at the top are total pricks

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braindead94 · 8 months

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Power Bottom

Here's one of my fics that Im planning to post here. I have others on AO3 under the same name. Its about Doc Ock and Spider-Girl! Reader who makes a stupid move while fighting. It is also an ongoing series that is slow to update, this is the first part.

Warning: forced kissing, unwanted touches, fighting, Doc Ock being HOT. Minors DNI

You wont lie: being Spider-Girl is amazing sometimes.

Sure, you might not have the most glamorous life by fighting criminals in the sewers or fighting them near a dump. The public might not like you; per say (thanks JJJ for the great press). And yes, your social life as yourself had to be put on hold on numerous occasions while fighting big names like The Lizard or The Juggernaut (He’s looooooads of fun to clean up afterwards….).

But there were times like these where you were swinging in the air, pulling on your organic webs hard to make you soar in the air, the feeling of nothing holding you back…

This was one of the greatest things about being a hero.

Until that moment was ruined by Doc Ock showing up.

You sighed as you heard the familiar click-clank of his powerful arms storming through the streets. “Ahhhhhgrrrrreaaaat, what is it this time?” You muttered as you allowed yourself to free fall. Snagging a web to a building, you followed the trail of destruction and people running away.

Dr.Octavius was climbing up the walls away from the tail of police cars that stopped at a building he clambered up. One cop saw you and shouted, “Go get him Spidey!” as you swinged above him. You gave him a salute before gallivanting up to the criminal.

Landing perfectly in front of Otto, you stood on the wall. Sticking straight against gravity with your super strength. “So, this is a nice change of pace. Usually, I'd have to hit up on abandoned warehouses to find you sneaking about for some leftover science garbage. Let me guess: your old age finally made your bones crack loud enough for them to hear?”

Doc Ock, with his shiny actuators attached to his back reared back from you. He crossed his arms as his (admittedly handsome) face looked irritated. The wind from this height blew his two trench coats widely around him, showing more of his shirtless chest. ‘Oh Lord, he just had to be shirtless today, didn’t he?’ You think, your cheeks blushing while biting your bottom lip. Your heart beated faster as your mind went into the gutter before you snapped out of it. You counted your lucky stars that you were smart enough to wear a costume that covered your face.

“One of the nice security personnel just got lucky when I was at one of Stark's labs.” He explained, not taking the bait you not so perfectly laid out for him. “Ooooooh, and you got scared by one guy? Jeez, if that’s what it took to get you up and about, I wouldn’t have to fight you a lot.” You joked, resting your hands on your hips.

“Well, it would probably be because he will no longer be ‘up and about’ anymore. Don’t worry; he IS alive. If you call it that.” He replied, a sinister smile creeped into his lips. Your blood ran cold, making you jump into gear and jump out at him.

Again, you never seemed to learn that you never make the first swing.

Otto let out a shameless laugh as he moved to the side, his upper arms strike out to you. You managed to slip away from them in the air in time for one of the bottom ones to make a grab at you. One of it’s claws scratched your side when you webbed away from it. It seemed to cackle in victory with his claws opening and closing.

‘Fuck! Need to get this on even ground.’ You look to the ground, where a crowd of people were surrounding the police and continued to grow. ‘Far from them. Get him talking, get him angry to follow you to the top of a building.’

“So, the great, intelligent Doc Ock has been spooked by one man. Not even a superpowered one! What? Is your hearing aid not working right today?” Otto utters a growled, his dark sunglasses hiding his eyes glaring daggers at you while having one of his actuators rip out a chuck of contrite off of the building and throw it at you.

You web it and swing it back at him as you make your getaway. Dumb move: his arms crumbled it into smaller pieces. You ducked down quickly to make a wide web to catch any falling debris as you continued to swing away.

Leading Otto higher onto the roofs. Some smoke bellowed out of the exhaust pipes, making you cough behind the mask as you ran on solid ground. You heard the claws stomp behind you, coming faster and faster.

“You think you're being very clever by insulting me to follow you, don’t you?” Doc Ock called out, his baritone voice filled with command and vile. “I was kinda hoping that we wouldn’t fight on the ground in front of the press, they just never get my good side.” You called back, flipping over to another building and shooting gobs of webs at him.

He raised his actuators to block off the attack, making the two that got caught to get stuck together. Otto paused to try to remove it with a bottom arm, which you then jumped back to where he was and pounced on him. You webbed one of his flesh hands on the roof as you landed on top of him.

“Gotcha now-” You stopped, blushing harder than before when you realized how you landed on him.

Your legs were straddling his very wide hips, your butt just shy away from his crouch and a hand resting on top of his (plushy) pecs.

Silence fell hard between you two, your eyes looking right at him also surprised as you did, still as a rock. His actuators almost seemed to weave in the air in confusion.

Slowly, Ottos face then turned bemused. “Well, well, well… this has certainly turned into a delectable turn of events.” His deep voice purred. Your eyes widen as your body clenched at his suave voice.

“Oh-Oh God, I am so, so sorry!” Your voice squeaks a pitched higher, your heart now pounding like a jackhammer. Quickly taking your hand off of him, you stutter over your words as you try to gather your thoughts, trying not to touch anything but him.

“Shit, I totally didn’t mean to end up like this- let’s just forget that this is hap-” You make a move to get off of him when an actuator quickly wraps around your waist twice. With another squeak, you try to pry it off of you with your free arms, but it only tightens its hold on you.

Your nerves started to fry in panic, your movements all jittery while the heavyset man just laid all calm and collected with his hooded eyes covered by his special glasses. His free hand rested on his bare stomach as the rest of the actuators (the two got free from your webs) all slinked up and aimed their bulbs at you. You rambled on, saying nothing and everything at the same time to get him to just-Let-Go!

“-Like, can’t we just move on from this?? I just go one way and you go the other way and we both don’t look back on this-” “I’m not sure if you know this, my dear, little spider,” He interrupted as his gloved hand lifted up to your belly.

Your cheeks become warmer as his fingers brushed up over his metal arm, just grazing over your super suit, over your chest and up to your neck where it cupped your head to look down at him. “But my actuators detect not only heat signatures, but heart rate as well.”

You just noticed how fast your heart was beating, pounding with a mixture of fear and unease. Lust is definitely not part of that, nope. “W-w-w-w-well, if that were the ca-ca-case,” You stutter, painfully aware how his arms were now slithering around you, nuzzling against your back like a cat headbutting. One reached down to slip his glasses off, leaving his big eyes looking up at you. His eyes looked hungry, and that’s what scared you the most.

“T-t-t-then how come you missed that guard back the-” One arm grabbed your neck with it’s claw. You gasped as you grabbed it, trying to pry it off as the lower arm tightened its grip on you again. Your spider-sense is tingling, not to an alarming degree, but still buzzing enough for you to panic a bit.

This was getting out of hand; here you are practically sitting on New Yorks, maybe one of the world's greatest supervillain, with his actuators almost have you in wraps, Doc Ock has his only hand resting on your hip, you, a hero, is getting fucking turned on.

‘Lord, if you're there: Please kill me now’ You begged as Otto chuckled.

“We are having such a nice moment, Spider-Girl. Lets not ruin it with petty insults.” Said Otto, squeezing your thigh nicely. “Okay, thi-this is getting too weird,” You muttered. “Let me go now!” He tisk. “Now why would we do that when the fun just got started, hmm?” You try to use your super strength to pull the claw off of your neck, but his hand slipped up to your hip again, distracting you again as it dipped to your back and stopped on your butt.

He let out a soft hum, his face just looked mischievous. “I see all the hero business has really given you a mighty workout. Much more fun for us to squeeze.” You yelped as he did so, your legs almost clamp onto his sides. He grunted, reminding you how he is actually fragile to your power, and you are now left with a new problem.

“Lo-look, just let me go. I don't want to hu-hurt you-” a moan slipped out when he raised his leg up against your body, pushing your pelvis over his harness.

If your cheeks burn any more, they would burn your mask off.

Otto smirked, his lips showing teeth, now looking more at ease. “Ohho, now this is getting interesting.” The arm grinds your hips on the harness and you try to tuck your legs up to get off of him. Two actuators wrapped around them and brought your lags back to their positions, hulting you and leaving you even more stuck. “Ironic, how fast your heart is beating so fast to be close to someone you don’t care about.”

“Please! Just stop!” you yelled, startling how loud your voice is. Even if you two were far away from the crowd, you still brought attention to warrant a helicopter. Possibly. Hopefully not.

“Oh, I like that…” Otto whispered. “It’s not always that I have a beau ideal not only getting turned on, but begging?” He growled, and fuck does his voice sounds just so good.

“Do go on, I’m very keen on hearing your pompous voice begging me to let go. A nice change from your failed attempts at humor.” You groan, but glazing around, you couldn’t just not wait for someone else to rescue you.

Shit, what if the Avengers heard about this?

You bit your lip and got on with it. “Please, Dr.Octavius,” You said, hoping that his former title would maybe favor your plea. “Please let me go.” His smirk just grew. “That’s better, although...” He looked to one of his arms, who was leering down at you then to him. He let out a huff of glee as his dark eyes turned back to you. The hungry only flourish into something more deadly threatening. The danger-buzzing became a thundering ring in your minds eye.

“I think it would be even sweeter if you give me a kiss.”

Oh fuck no.

You got back to the claw on your neck, but it clamps on tight. Almost cutting off your air. “Oh, come now, would a kiss really be that bad? No one will ever know.” He reasoned. His hand trailed one finger up and down your inner thigh. “It would be over quickly and painlessly. If, however, you want to stay up here with a much more enjoyable activity…” That damn finger found itself over to your clothed crotch, JUST ghosting over your clit.

Your body jolted, ecstasy pumped into your blood and a mewl escaped your gasping mouth. The temptation was far too great, God his whole presence is just waiting to be indulge into.

But you still couldn’t ignore how much your spider-sense was yelling at you hard in your mind. This was stepping into something more deadly. ‘But what choice do I got? How can I escape without hurting him??” A voice of reason, not like your own, said that it is safer than what he was asking.

“I can wait all day, I have nothing to hide, well, except for a little hard drive I ‘borrowed’ from Starks. I’m not sure if you do, regarding if the press let their helicopter come out to look at the damages.” You shivered at his voice, glazing about as you willed your arms to let go of the claw on your neck. You try to calm your fast-paced heart beat with even breathing, but it’s not working. “Ju-just one kiss?” you whispered, too low for anyone could hear.

Apparently, his actuator did. Docs famous, corrupted grin returned on his good-looking face, the laughing lines deepening with wicked glee. “Just one, and I’ll let you go.” “.....okay.” Was all you said before the claw finally let go of your neck.

You rubbed your throat before it returned and nudged your upper body to lean down on him. “Okay, okay, I’m doing it! Jeeze, so impatient.” You muttered. You leaned closer over his face (while trying not to come contact with his torso). That bastard then said “You are going to have to initiate the kiss, my dear. I’m the one who is stuck.” He wiggled his trapped hand to set the point.

You scowled at him, then flinched when you felt more fingers brushing against your crotch. “Well?” You looked at him in the eyes, then sighed. Slowly, you hooked your thumb under your mask (ignoring how your hand was shaking from this) and lifted the mask up above your nose. The spider-sense was now yelling-no, screaming NO at you.

Octavious let out a hum. “My, you look so delightful when you’re disheveled.” ‘Shut the fuck up, you sonofabitch.’ Was what you wanted to say but knew enough not to.

You breathe in the air (much better than breathing through the mask) as you sucked in your lips, then lean down to quickly give him a dry peck on the lips.

Otto looked unimpressed.

“Oh, that can’t be how you kiss.” One of his claws stomped on your back, shoving your whole torso on top of his. You plant your hands on his shoulders but couldn’t push off of him. “You have to kiss me as if you meant it.” His free hand made its way to your nearly clear cheek. You almost panicked when his gloved fingers touched where the end of the mask was, just nearly pushing it off of your face before resting to the back of your head.

“How else am I supposed to be convinced that you really want to be free from my embrace?” He asked. You gulped, your blush returned again as you closed your eyes and pretended.

You pictured your long-time crush, Jessie. He grew up with you through middle and high school, blossoming from an angsty, emo boy to a handsome man from the 1950s. He is, quite literally, the male version of Jessica Rabbit and embraced it wholeheartedly. He was always kind to you when you were growing up, and even more when he became popular in high school. He made sure that you were heard, always seen and validated from your peers. Now going into college: he has bloomed into every dream man that women ever wanted.

Your heart beats more slowly, more comfortable just thinking of him and his elegant face looks at you with his warm eyes. His whole demeanor just pouring radiant of safety and love, just waiting for you to be in his arms. His smooth parted lips just waiting for just a peck.

You leaned down and finally kissed Otto Octavius. It started out slow, your eyes closed as your mind focused on Jessie. Just pretend, just ignore how vastly different Otto's large body is from Jessie's angular, yet hard body.

The supervillain smiled in the kiss, it felt weird, very unlike your crush. Ottos hand smooths over your neck and onto your back, rubbing circles over your shoulder blades. Damn, does that ever feel nice.

Daring to continue this, you trailed your hands over to his face and deepened the kiss further, poking your tongue into his mouth. You imagined Jessie hands over your back, sending tingles of excitement up your spine. But Octavious hummed in the kiss, nearly breaking you away from him.

He was compliant, letting you take charge of it. He would almost push his lips onto yours, but never overpower you. Your fingers made its way to his hair, entangling in his dark locks, bringing his face closer to yours. He smelled like oil, sweat, and smoke. So different than Jessies expensive cologne, but it suited the older man.

Everything felt sooo good, like a sinful temptation that warmed its way from your core. His arms, his real ones, wrapped around your body in a deathly grip while his actuators nearly went limp over your body. You hummed in the kiss, holding his plump cheeks in your hands.

It only took a second to realize that Otto was using both arms to hold you closer to him.

You broke away from the kiss and immediately jumped off of him and quickly webbed away, pulling your mask back on.

Heart was still racing, still pounding like a horse on steroids. You didn’t look back; you didn’t DARE to see if Doc Ock was chasing you. You mind just reliving that moment with him over and over again as you continue to (very clumsily) swing up to a building away from the scene in New York city and finally allow yourself to sit in silence.

Just sit and reflect on it AGAIN.

Your face was still warm. Your hands were still shaking from…. that. It wasn’t as if he took your first kiss. You had to admit, it felt nice. Ock was a good kisser, but damn if he is ever so cocky and…. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but by the way your spider-sense was acting would've swore that you were stepping into something dangerous.

Something that you can’t go back and undo, for it has set to stone. Now that danger is set in motion, and it wants more.

Then, you think back to a sentence he said and you facepalm hard. “Fuck! I forgot to get the damn hard drive!!!”

#alfred molina #fanfic #doc ock #otto octavius #doctor octavius #doctor octopus #minors dni #rated m

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mycrushisnotalibero · 2 years

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broken promises

Donatello x reader

Summary:

Donatello wants you all to himself so you agree to date him, even though you yourself are not in love with him, yet. You make rules to make the realtionship work and you slowly develope feelings as well.

WARNINGS! PLEASE READ:

At the beginning Donnie doesn't really get what consent is, so he wants to sleep with you (not a rape-scene, obviously!!) bc thats just what couples do, so you have to explain it to him.

At the end a stranger touches your butt (sexual harrassment)

Reader has a panic attack at the end (bc of the sexual harrassment)

PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE ABOUT THOSE TOPICS

english is not my fist language so excuse any mistakes

Heres the AO3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42065283

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It was Saturday. The perfect day for a hangout at the lair, you sat wedged between Leo and Raph, laughing at something Mickey had said. The atmosphere was chill and pleasant. April and you brought Pizza with you and the boys had set up a corner with blankets and beanbags for you all to lounge, relax and just talk the night away. With all the commotion, none of you noticed Donnie not saying a word throughout the evening. He just sat on the floor, taking it all in.

“Here look.” Raph said, unbinding his mask and tied it around your head. “Ha! See? It looks great on you!”

“Woah, looking like that maybe you should go on the next mission with us.” Leo said, wrapping his arm around you giggling. You laughed with him.

The Evening went on. April put on some music and pulled you up to dance with her. Mickey joined and grabbed your hand, twirling you around. You laughed and after the third rotation you became dizzy, stopping Mickey from turning again by hugging him.

“Slow down, Mickey.” You cackled, hugging him tighter. Suddenly Donnie sprang up from where he was sitting.

“(Y/N)!” Everybody looked at him. His expression was furious. “We need to talk.” He said looking at you, his brows furrowed.

“Yikes, he looks pissed, what did you do, (y/n)?” April questioned you. But you didn’t know either. Following him to his Lab you considered the possibilities. You didn’t break anything in his Lab, right? God, you hoped you didn’t. Did you forget an important meeting or something. Being in thought, you didn’t realize you already being at your destination, his laboratory. He had stopped walking and turned to you, you bumped into him.

“Oh, sorry, I-“ You began to say, but he grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you up. You let out a shriek. He looked scary, standing in this half-lit room, with this dark look on his face.

“You-“ he said, holding you tighter by your collar. You started to sweat. “-are gonna go out with me.”

You looked at him confused. “Go where?” You asked, he scoffed.

“Don’t play dumb, I’m saying that I’d very much like you to date me.” Seeing you still looking confused he continued, letting your shirt go.

“I haven’t been able to uphold my composure for a while now whenever you touch the others. It’s really starting to agitate me. So, I’m just gonna make you mine!”

There was a short pause.

“Donnie, you like me?” you asked.

“I do.”

“…Romantically?”

“Certainly.”

“Your reason?” He looked thoughtful for a second before answering.

“I don’t really know. I’ve never been in love before? Ever since April introduced you to us, I’ve been watching you and it’s really been bugging me.”

Your mind started to remember something in that moment. It was a documentary you watched a few weeks back. It talked about Baby-ducks and how they perceive the first thing they see after hatching as their mother and subsequently develop affection for it. You blinked, understanding. This guy’s been living inside the sewers with his brothers for years, not really interacting with the outside world, let alone people his age. And if he did, it was because he had to fight them.

You being the first friendly acquaintance he spent a lot of time with, except for April, which you learned was more like a sister to the boys. He mistook the first stirring of attachment for someone as love. But you couldn’t tell him that, he wouldn’t understand. You didn’t know what to do. Maybe…

“Alright.” You began. “I’ll go out with you.”

“Really?” he looked bewildered.

“Yeah, but in exchange you can’t get angry anymore when I talk to the others…it’s annoying.”

Instead of explaining to him what you concluded about his feelings, you felt it was easier just to date him, until he realizes his mistake on his own.

“Okay, I understand.” He spoke. You held out your hand to shake his.

“It’s a promise then!” you said. “And if you break it, we break up.” He hesitated but shook your hand none the less.

“It’s settled then.” You smiled. He didn’t say anything in return. He just grabbed you by the shoulder pulling you toward him. His lips touched yours. You froze.

“I’d never imagined you’d agree to this so easily, I estimated having to put more effort into it, so my equanimity is kind of crumbling right now. But that means that from now on you’re all mine.” He grinned, walking out of the Lab, doing a fist-bump in the air. “Donatello, you did it again.” And he was gone.

Your knees buckled and you sank to the floor. “Shit.” You put your hand over your mouth. “What have I done.”

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After a few minutes of you trying to find your composure and slowing down your racing heart you began to walk back to the others.

“-and then they said yes and I kissed them and now we are dating.” You heard Donatello say and you saw him standing in front of the others his arms outstretched gesturing wildly. April and the boys looked at him dumbfounded. When they noticed you, their eyes fell on you staring at you questioningly. Donatello, realizing their eyes weren’t on him anymore turned around.

“(Y/n)! There you are!” he exclaimed, rushing toward you hugging you tightly. Your whole body became rigid and you blushed from embarrassment. You felt all eyes on you. Donnie then pulled back, only to lean in to kiss you again. In your panicked state you raised your hand and slapped him.

You heard gasps from the others, Donatello looking at you with wide eyes. You took him by the arm and pulled him back to the Lab.

He sat against the wall holding his face where you had slapped him, looking up at you. You paced in front of him then stopped and met his eyes.

“I would like for you to keep our relationship a secret.” You said.

“But why?” he answered with a hurt expression. “We are not doing anything we would need to hide.”

He was right. Under normal circumstances being loving in front of others was a normal relationship-thing to do. But seeing that you only agreed to date him since it would end quickly - as quickly as he would understand his mistake of loving you – you didn’t want the others to know. It saved you a lot of embarrassment and teasing.

“Well, it’s embarrassing, I don’t like the others staring. So please stop hugging me and doing other stuff in front of them.” You tried to explain. He didn’t answer, he just looked at your somber expression.

“Promise me, if you can’t keep your promise, I can’t date you!” he flinched then.

“Alright, alright….” He began. “I don’t understand what you mean, but if you don’t like it then I won’t do it. I’ll conceal our relationship and I’ll refrain from grabbing you in front of the others. I promise, so please…-” he held out his hand. “-stop making that face.” You extended your arm grabbing his hand in yours, shaking it.

You sighed and sat next to him, for a few seconds neither one of you said anything, then you felt his head drop on your shoulder. You looked at him. He was being needy. You’d never imagined Donatello being the kind of person to be needy with the one he likes. You felt him nuzzle closer to you. It looked adorable. For a few minutes you let him lean on you.

“We should get back to the others.” You said, standing up.

When you arrived back where the other were sitting you heard them talking with each other with hushed voices.

“There they are.” April whispered and you looked down ashamed. Donatello noticed.

“I was just joking.” He then proclaimed. The others didn’t look convinced. “You know me, Donatello, always the funny one. But I see my jestering didn’t get through to you. So, I’ll reiterate: me and (y/n) are not dating.” Mickey was the first one to react and speak up.

“Ha…haha, okay you got us there Donnie, uh- you two wanna sit back down?” You did, the rest of the evening went by with Donnie not once mentioning you or your relationship. April still teased you about it, when you walked out of the lair.

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It had been an uneventful day for you. It was getting dark as you walked back to your apartment. You decided to take the short route through the park next to your complex. As you had made it almost half way through you felt yourself being pulled into the nearby bushes. You wanted to scream and hit whoever had the nerve to touch you, but as you looked up you saw Donatello. He pushed you down by your shoulders so you laid on the grass.

“Alright, we should have some privacy here.” He said, kneeling down in between your legs.

“Huh? For what?” you asked.

“What do you think, we’re gonna have se-“ “-HEY, HEY, WHA-“ “Shhh, be quiet, do you want someone to find us?” He put his hand over your mouth. “Mhh.” Was all you could say. You had forgotten how strong he was, pulling at his arm to get his hand off your face was impossible for you. His other hand slowly went under your shirt. Tears began to fill your eyes. As he leaned over you, he saw your watery eyes and his widened.

“Are you cryin-“ In that moment both your hand came flying to his face from either side. He flinched back sitting up, you did the same and pushed at his shoulders to throw him off completely. You scrambled back.

“Are you insane?” you yelled at him.

“That’s what I want to ask. It’s fine, as long as the other are not here, right?”

“NO!” you sat down in front of him. “Why would you think it’s okay to do this- and in the bushes, at that.”

“We’re dating, let me at least do that.” He looked at you bewildered.

“If you want to do something like…that. You have to get consent from both parties involved!”

“Then give me consent.”

“No! Donnie, you’re being selfish! Kissing me without my input, wanting to have sex with me without my permission, you can’t do that, that’s not love! All you do is stuff you want, without thinking about my feelings first, wanting me all to yourself…it’s just selfish possession!”

You took a breath, you wanted him to realize this baby-duck-stuff on his own, but he was being an idiot. You had no other option than to tell him. Now he would get what a huge dimwit he’d been.

“Okay…I won’t kiss you until you agree, I won’t touch you until you agree and I won’t have sex with you until you agree.” He stood up, looking down to you. That’s not how you planned this at all. He reached his hand out to you and you flinched lightly.

“Come on, I said I won’t do anything.” He came down to your level. “Promise.” He held out his hand again and you shook it. You two were still dating.

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After your little incident in the park, Donatello kept his promise of not touching you.

For about a week your life got back to normal, you almost forgot about the whole dating thing.

Almost. You felt that he was unsatisfied with your arrangement. He tried not to show it, but his mood showed that he was frustrated. Today, the group had planned to have a movie night in the lair, when you and April arrived the boys already sat in the living room, except for Donnie. As you sat down on the couch, Leo came up to you.

“You’ll love this movie, (y/n), I picked it out with you in mind.” He slung his arm around your shoulder.

“Wow, now I’m actually excited to know, what you think it is I like.” You laughed lightly. Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed, from light and happy to absolutely murderous. When you looked back, Donnie was standing in the doorway, with a dangerous look on his face. His face was twisted into a scowl. You stood up, walking towards him, taking his wrist in your hand, you pulled him to the side.

“That was just a friendly interaction, Donnie.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Suddenly you heard Leo giggling quietly. When you glanced at him, he was whispering something in Aprils ear, while looking at you.

“We’re not dating, Nardo!” Donnie said. “Come on, you’re making (y/n) uncomfortable.” Leonardo looked surprised then made eye contact with you.

“Sorry, we’ll stop.” You nodded, looking back at Donnie with one eyebrow raised.

“You do know that you were the one who told them in the first place, right?”

“I’m aware.” He looked sad. You wrecked your brain for a way to cheer him up.

“Donnie, after the movie…do you want to go grab a coffee with me?” His eyes widened and he looked at you.

“You…you don’t mind?”

“I’m totally fine with that, that’s why I asked.” You smiled at him.

“…yeah…yeah, I’ll get coffee with you.” He said quietly, holding his hand in front of his face to hide the blush. Your mouth opened in surprise, Donnie was overcome with joy and was trying to hide it. His blushing face was adorable.

After the movie ended you and Donnie began your walk to the nearest coffeeshop. He was wearing his hoodie, so he could hide his face. You were in thought. Donnie had protected you. Sure, it was just from his brother, but it made you happy. Maybe continuing to date him was a bad idea.

As you opened the door you heard a bell chime, Donnie and you ordered some coffee. As you waited a few feet away from the counter you looked at him. He was looking at you, his hood darkening his features while his eyes were half lidden.

“You kind of look like a dog right now.” You said smiling, your hand reaching out to pat his head.

“I’m a turtle…” he answered, looking away from you blushing.

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You sat in Donnies Lab on a chair, he had put in there just for you. You were on your phone just scrolling, Donnie tinkering with one of his newest inventions. You were getting kind of bored and got up, deciding to get something to drink. When you were almost out the door you felt something tuck on the back of your shirt, you turned. It was Donnie, he had stood up and held on to your shirt with his hand. When he realized what he’d done he let go, looking away.

“Sorry.” He just mumbled. You looked at his face, it was slightly red. You turned and walked up to him.

“Donnie, if you want attention, you can just ask.” You told him.

“I wasn’t thinking that.” He answered, sitting back on his chair. You did the same, rolling your chair up to his.

“But I was wondering…do you have any experience in this kind of area?” He looked at you.

“What area? Like…like that?” He frowned.

“No…just dating-stuff.”

“No, not dating.” You contemplated for a few seconds. “But I had crushes before, like that one guy in Kindergarten…” you twirled your chair, coming to a stop with you facing away from him.

He dropped his head on your shoulder then.

“Donnie?” you asked slowly looking at him.

“I love you…I love you…I love you (y/n)!” You felt his face scrunch up.

“I thought that if I started dating you this weird feeling inside me would go away, but no such luck. I’d hoped that if I make you mine physically, I’d settle down, but I guess not.”

And you realized when he said that, that he was absolutely and utterly serious about you. You did something horrible by agreeing to dating him. This whole thing wasn’t a misunderstanding of his affection for you. He truly and desperately wants you. You were the one with the wrong idea, you were the idiot, you had no intention of accepting these strong feelings from him. You couldn’t do this to him anymore, it was horrible.

“Donatello!” You turned around, facing him. “I…I can’t date you anymore!” you said grabbing his arms. His face went from shock to sadness.

“Why…” he began, his voice quiet. “-would you say that? If you’re not satisfied with-“

“No!” you interrupted him. “It’s not that, I actually didn’t agree to dating you because I liked you-“

“(Y/n).”

“-or because I could grow to like you. I also didn’t do it to be nice-“

“(Y/n)!” He said a little louder, you stopped talking.

“You agreed to dating me because I’m your friend and it would’ve been annoying for you if I was constantly begging you to date me. You decided you would just do it, until I’m satisfied.” You blinked.

“How…”

“Yeah, duh, I already knew that, you know I’m a genius, right? Don’t underestimate my deduction skills. (Y/n), I just didn’t care. I wanted to make you mine through any means possible. So, I know all this so please-“ he looked at you with pleading eyes. “-don’t break up with me.”

“Donnie, I can’t give you anything.”

“I’m saying it’s fine, it’s enough for me to know that I’m the one closest to you.” Your stomach churned.

“Please, stay by my side.” He was wearing this unbearable expression of worry and sadness. It didn’t fit his character at all, his cockiness and narcissism gone. Because of you. You rushed to hug him.

“Okay Donnie, we won’t break up, I’ll try to fall for you, so please-“pulling back you took his face in your hands. “-don’t make that face.” He averted his eyes but kept a small smile.

“…kay.” He just said, looking at you again. He then leaned in closer, stopping a few inches from your face.

“Can I?” Your eyes widened, Donatello asked for permission. This is a whole new problem. You couldn’t really refuse him.

“Yes, but, slowly please, and no more than kissing.” You said closing your eyes. Donatello looked at you, face flushed, eyes closed, fully trusting him. If he could fall any harder for you, he would. Instead, he leaned in all the way, closing the gap. His lips were warm against yours. As he pulled away, both of you looked each other in the eyes, blushing.

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“I’ll try to fall for you” is what you said, but how does one even begin to try to fall in love with someone? You didn’t know, and the internet wasn’t giving you any answers either. You would just try harder, yeah, that sounded like a good plan. You were sat on a bench in the same park that Donatello so gracefully pulled you into the bushes that one night. It was getting dark, just like last time. You were waiting for him. He was supposed to meet you here, to have a coffee date. That’s one thing you started doing with him regularly, you met, talked for a bit and said goodbye with him asking for a kiss. Up until now everything was really easy.

“Hey.” Donatello was making his way to you and he plopped down on the bench.

“Hi, Donnie. I got your coffee right here.” You held the cup up, he grabbed it.

“Thanks.” You sat like that for a minute before you decided to lay your head on his shoulder. Donnie jumped slightly looking down at you. He didn’t move and the both of you lingered like that. But then you decided to grab his hand and hold it in yours. He then lightly shoved you off.

“What are you doing?” you asked him, but seeing his annoyed expression you shut up.

“Don’t force yourself, dummie, just because we are officially dating now, doesn’t mean we have to do couple things.” He tried to explain himself.

“No, but if you are serious about me, then I will be serious about dating you. I told you I would try my best!” You were irritated, it seemed that Donnie didn’t believe in you.

“That’s a nice gesture, but in actuality it is me who has to put in labor, you don’t have to do anything.”

You didn’t understand why he wanted to put work in all by himself, he almost never worked alone. His brothers almost always beside him. So why would he insist on it with you. He should trust that you’ll fall for him eventually.

“I don’t want to leave it all up to you.” You said. “Donnie, I want to fall in love with you, too.”

There was silence between you for a second before he spoke again.

“No way!”

“Why not?”

“Just sit there quietly and date me.”

“Donnie, don’t ignore my feelings!” When you said that he hesitated.

Donnie knew that it was impossible to force feelings, no matter how much work someone put into trying. And since he lacked any kind of confidence that you’d eventually fall for him too, of course he didn’t understand why you’d force yourself. You looked at him with sad eyes and started to mumble.

“Don’t you want to hold my hand?” He blushed at that and grumbled slightly, holding out his hand. You took it smiling and laid your head back on his shoulder. After a few minutes you spoke again.

“You were so adamant about the no couple-stuff. But is it possible you’re just embarrassed?” It was funny seeing him so flustered just to hold hands, since you two kissed before.

“You’ve got no self-preservation, (y/n). You do remember me jumping you? In this park to be exact.” You let out a huff. You grabbed his hand tighter to reassure him.

“Yeah, I remember, but you won’t do that again, because you promised.”

You two sat like that for some time, until both of you realized how late it was and decided to head home. After you stood up and said goodbye to each other his hand came up to your face, stopping before touching you and he made eye contact.

“May I kiss you?”

“You may.” You giggled. He smiled, his hand caressed your cheek and he leaning in for a quick kiss.

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You were standing in the kitchen, looking for some food when your phone started vibrating in your pocket. You leaned against the counter pulling it out. Donatellos name flashed on the screen. You put the phone up to your ear.

“Hey, Donnie, what’s up?” You weren’t expecting his call.

“Greetings, I was just wondering if you were doing anything tonight?” Donnies voice was excited, but you could tell he was trying to sound cool and collected.

“No. I didn’t plan anything. I was just about to make some food.” You answered, opening another cabinet, looking inside.

“Well, cease that action.” You closed the cabinet-door. “I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go for dinner at Run-of-the-Mill Pizza, just the two of us. If you want. Of course.” You smiled, that’s why he sounded so nervous.

“A date with Othello von Ryan. How could I say no to that.” You chuckled and heard a scoff on the other end of the line.

“Your insolence is high today I see.” You could hear the grin on his face. “I’m gonna be there in 10.”

As you expected, exactly 10 minutes after you hung up there was a knock on the door. You made your way out and walked with him for a few minutes before stepping into a dimly lit alley. You then stepped through the entry portal that was hidden behind a graffiti mural. You sat down in one of the booths and ordered a big pizza to share. While waiting you made small conversation, landing on the time he fought the purple dragons.

“-and then these buffoons stole all of my Tech to use for their evil doings!” Donnie was gesturing wildly, obviously still mad at the small club for using his Technology that way.

“I kind of get it, you know?” you said looking thoughtful. “Your Tech is really amazing!” You looked at him. “I mean, you built so much cool stuff in your Lab, even creating artificial intelligence.” He stared at you for a second then he sprouted a cocky grin.

“Are you hitting on me, (y/n)?” You blushed but then rolled your eyes.

“Okay, you know what, forget I said anything.” Crossing your arms you leaned back against the cushion, smiling.

“No, no, go on, I’d love to hear more about this cool stuff I create.” His arrogance skyrocketing. You tried to jab back.

“Don’t get cocky with me von Ryan!” you said leaning in, poking his chest with your finger. He let you push him back against the backrest. He looked at you through half lidden eyes.

“Sure, we better not start something you can’t finish.” He shrugged smugly.

“Oh, you little-“ you were about to say, but the waiter came to your table with your Pizza.

The rest of the date was really calm. After you had finished the food, Donnie took out his purple wallet and paid for the both of you. When you looked like you wanted to interject, he held up a hand, saying that he had invited you, so he would pay. You got up and he walked you back to your apartment. Standing in front of your door, you opened it, looking back at him.

“I had fun today.” You spoke. He looked at you with adoration. You started to redden under his intense gaze.

“Me too.” He averted his eyes then looking at the floor. You knew what he wanted to ask.

“You can kiss me goodbye, Donnie, we always do.” You said softly. His eyes met yours again and he smiled, coming closer, his hand coming up to the back of your neck, pulling you up very slowly and giving you the gentlest of kisses. You closed your eyes. When both of you pulled away Donnies face was flushed. He said goodbye and hurried away. You stood in the doorway for a minute trying to get your bearing. Something was wrong with your stomach, it felt like the Pizza inside you was doing pirouettes.

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“Come on…come on…Piece of-“ your hand came down on top of your TV, which at the moment only showed static. You really just wanted to wind down with your favorite show, but you stupid TV had foiled your plans. You had a rough day, your patience thin, you really didn’t need this right now. You groaned falling back, laying on the floor. You contemplated to just go to bed, but you weren’t tired at all and you really didn’t wanna miss an episode. You put your hands over your eyes, you knew who to call, and you knew that he would drop everything to help you.

You felt bad calling him over just to fix your TV, but you decided if he wasn’t busy saving New York, he could spend his time saving you.

Donatello was sitting next to your TV, with cables everywhere. He was making his in-absolute-concentration-face. You were just sitting next to him, having no idea what Donnie was doing. After about 5 minutes of him just pulling and re-plugging cables he took a step back admiring his work, looking satisfied.

“Alright, I found the problem, if this should happen again- which it should not, but- look, you just need to take this blue cable and connect it to this one, I rearranged them so it’d be easier for you.” You looked at the cables, it really was easier to see what belonged where. You were impressed. When Donnie connected the blue cable, the TV sprang back to live, your show coming on screen.

“Woah! Thank you so much Donnie!” you shouted. “You’re the best!” You jumped on him hugging him tightly. After a moment you realized his body had gone stiff as a board and you pulled back fast. Donnie was looking at you with wide eyes. You felt bad.

“Oh shit, Donnie, I touched you without both of us agreeing, I’m sorry.” Donnies eyes seemed to focus then and he shook his head.

“No, please.” He pulled you back into him, hugging you tighter. “It’s alright!” There was urgency in his voice. “You don’t have to ask. I was just shocked you initiated it.” He tried explaining. You put your arms up and around his neck. You stayed like this for a while, hugging while sitting on the floor.

You were pulled out of your moment together when Donatellos Wrist-gauntlet started to beep. Donnie groaned pulling away slightly and answered the call.

“Don, where are you, we have a mission, Bro!” you heard Mickeys voice. Donnie let go of you then and began walking towards the window.

“I’ll be right with you, I had to take care of something.” He then pressed something on the screen and the call ended. He turned to you.

“Got to go, see you later. Have fun watching your show.” You walked up to him.

“Thank again, bye and be careful.” You said, while leaning up. He immediately leaned down too and you kissed each other goodbye.

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Donnie didn’t know what to do, he was dating you, but he wanted more. So much more… But you, being the nice person that you were, were just indulging him. You didn’t love him, he knew that, he didn’t know how to proceed.

He needed to talk to someone about it.

“Raph?” he walked into Raphaels room. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure, Donnie, what’s up?” Raph sat on his bed, one leg hanging off.

“Do you remember when I said that me dating (y/n) was a joke?” he asked.

“Yeah?” Raph furrowed his brows.

“It wasn’t a joke.” Donnie looked to the floor. Raphs lip twitched.

“No way. Really. I never would have guessed.” Donnie looked up at his brother.

“But Raph, I want (y/n) to look only at me, is that weird?” he said sitting down next to him.

“No? I don’t think so.” He answered.

“So…is it normal to want to tie them up, lock them away, somewhere where no one can find them? And if someone finds them beat the crap out of that person for getting too close? I was told that those feelings are just possessiveness, not real love.” Raph listened intently, but seeing his brothers fearful expression, he had to smile.

“So why not do it?” He asked. Donnie looked puzzled. “Why not lock them up, beat others up?”

“No…Raph, they’d just get really sad and probably cry, so I’d rather see them smiling, than doing any of that stuff.” As Donnie finished saying that, Raph laughed.

“Brother, you have nothing to worry about, you’re fine. And listen, if they are dating you, they have to at least like you right?” Donnie stood up, walking to the door.

“Yeah, thanks, Raph!”

He went to his Room, laying on his own bed, his thoughts wandered to you again, like every minute of everyday it seemed. He decided to text you.

‘What are you doing?’ you read as you sat down on your bed. It was Donnie, you grinned.

‘Just got out of the shower.’ You wrote back. You sat your phone down but it immediately pinged again.

‘What a turn on.” You chuckled, to think Donnie would ever utter such words.

‘You must really like me, huh?’ You answered keeping the phone in your hand, expecting an immediate reply, but it didn’t come. You waited some more, deciding to get ready for bed. After an hour of him not replying you went to sleep.

You’re woken up by your phone pinging on your night table. You reached for it, reading the message.

‘I’m crazy about you.’

You felt your stomach flip and you smiled, realizing that, the smile vanished.

“What am I so happy for?” you didn’t know what to write back, so you just fell back asleep.

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It was the perfect rainy and cold weather for a lazy day playing video games in the lair. It was your turn to play and you went against April. The others cheering. After April beat you embarrassingly hard you decided to just sit on the couch and watch, sitting between Leo and Donnie.

“Man, I really need to practice.” You grumbled.

“You’ll get there, April beats all of as at this game, except for Mickey.” Leo said, patting your shoulder reassuringly. You breathed out a laugh. When you looked to your other side you saw how Donnie was sitting, very straight, not one part of his body touching you. He had his eyebrows furrowed and when he saw you looking at him, he quickly averted his eyes.

“You good Bro?” Even Leo had noticed his brothers weirdness. Donnie began to sweat.

“Yeah! What? Yeah! I’m just sitting here, with my friends, my just-friends, my Bros…my Buddies.” He was avoiding any eye contact, looking at anything in the room but you two. He finished off his blabbering with pumping his fist against your shoulder. “Right, friend?” He forced a smile. Leo and you just stared at him. He was acting very weird and you had an idea why. You told him to hide your relationship in front of the others, but he was trying too hard. You needed to talk to him.

“Leo, would you excuse us, I need to talk to my friend, here.” Leo just nodded and followed you with his eyes as you walked out the room with Donnie. In the hallway you turned back to him.

“Donnie, what are you doing? I know I said hide our relationship in front of the other, but geez.” He looked at you with guilt in his eyes.

“I know, I’m sorry, I was just trying to disguise it as friendship, but I guess I overcompensated.” His arm came up to rub his neck. He was nervous. “I just want to be close to you all the time and it’s hard to hold back.”

“Listen, Don, we’ve been friends before all this ‘relationship’-stuff, so just act like normal, like my friend Donatello. You can touch me. I just meant no kissing and hugging and stuff.” You smiled trying to calm his nerves. His eyes began to lighten up.

“That’s good to know, I really didn’t know what to do.” He smiled sheepishly. You swung your arm around his and walked him back to the living room.

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You walked into the lair not knowing what to expect, Donnie had texted you and had asked if you had time to come over. He had mentioned wanting to discuss something with you. You looked around the room not seeing anyone.

“Donnie?” you called out, hearing crashing and some curses, before Donnie came out of his Lab. You walked up to him and gave him a quick hug.

“So, what was it you wanted to discuss with me?” you asked following him to his room after he made the hand motion to come with him. He sat down on his bed and you did the same. He was fidgeting with his hands before looking at you.

“I want to ask for something, but if you don’t want to, it’s totally fine.” He said, his voice unsure. You just nodded so he continued.

“I know, I’ve been asking a lot of you, and I should be fine with what you give me, so feel free to decline, but I wanted to ask if you would like to…um, I-“ he began to stutter. You grabbed his hand to reassure him.

“It’s okay, Donnie, talk to me.” You smiled at him. He smiled back looking relieved.

“I’ve been craving your touch a lot lately and I thought maybe we could…cuddle?” you blinked, not saying anything for a few seconds. Donnie face turned nervous again.

“Ah, I knew it was too much to ask, forget I said anything.” He smiled at you giving your hand a squeeze. Your stomach whirled. Was it okay for you two to just snuggle? Couples do that all the time. And you weren’t really against it. Donnie, always against physical touch. It was funny how he totally threw that out the window with you. You felt kind of happy about that.

“Okay.” You just said. Donnie paused, confused, he never thought you’d actually agree to this.

“Are you sure?” No, you weren’t. If felt like you were overstepping some line and once you would cross it, there would be no turning back. But you ignored the feeling and took his other hand, so you were holding both.

“Yeah, let’s do it. Where do you want me?” you questioned him, and he looked at his bed.

��Uh, just lay down in front of me, I guess.” So, you did, you laid down on your side. He laid down behind you, his arms coming around your waist.

“Is this okay?” you felt his arm hoovering over your body, not yet touching you.

“Yes.” Your face started to heat up after he dropped his arm and snuggled close to you. His face at the back of your neck. You felt his breath on your skin. You suppressed a shudder. This felt nice, cozy even. You just laid there snuck against his plastron, breathing calmly. You closed your eyes. You could fall asleep like this. Warm and comfortable, this felt so natural to do with him, you were amazed.

You woke up, you were confused for a second, not knowing where you were, this wasn’t your room. But then you felt arms around you and you remembered. Donnie had asked you to cuddle. You had fallen asleep.

“You woke up.” Donnies soft voice came from behind you, he sounded like he was smiling. You rubbed your eyes.

“How long was I out?”

“About half an hour.”

“Oh.” You just said, in your tired state you snuggled closer to him. You heard his breath hitch. Then he loosened his grip on you.

“Thank you for this.” He spoke, very softly shaking your shoulder. “But my family will be here soon.”

You slowly opened your eyes again, sitting up. He was right, you did not want the others to see this. Why didn’t you want that again? You got up and stretched, then turning to face Donatello.

“I should go then.” You spoke quietly. He looked up at you.

“Yeah. Thanks again, for doing this.” You smiled at him bending down, giving him a quick peck.

“You’re welcome. Uh…see you later, right?” you asked timidly. Why were you so nervous all of a sudden.

“Yeah.” He answered with a woozy smile.

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You sat on your sofa, you were waiting for April, she had asked you to help her with something. Apparently, she snatched an interview with some boss from a company that she deemed ‘super-duper-suspicious’, and you had to come with her. You didn’t mind, it was a good distraction from all the Donnie-drama.

Then you heard a knock. April is early? But you realized the knocking didn’t come from the door, but the window. You walked up seeing Donnie hovering in font of your window. You opened it up.

“Donnie? What are you doing here?” you asked.

“What do you mean? It’s time for our coffee-date, like always?” he looked confused. Shit. He was right, you totally forgot to call off your meeting. You felt horrible.

“Oh, Donnie, I’m sorry, I have to help April, I forgot to tell you, I can’t today.” His expression became sad then.

“What about later, then? He asked. You thought for a minute, you didn’t know how long the interview would go on, but you were sure you’d be exhausted when you’d be back home.

“…No, sorry, I don’t think I can make it.”

“Oh.” You could tell he was disappointed, but trying not to show it. Your stomach sank, he was making that expression again, the one you couldn’t stand to look at.

“Well, I’ll see you later then and be careful.” He started to fly off, when you grabbed his arm.

“Ah- I just, don’t make that face, Donnie. Is there a way I can make you feel better?”

You wanted to make him feel better, you did. He had just asked for some kissing. But it had turned into a full on make out session. The way he was kissing you against the living room wall made you weak in the knees. He was too good at this.

“Donnie.” You whispered. Pulling back a little. “April is going to be here any minute.”

“Just a little more.” He answered, his face serious. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah…okay.” And he immediately leaned back down, kissing you again. His hands had taken your wrist and pushed them down next to your head. His grip on you was strong, you realized. It kind of hurt. Then you felt his tongue against your lips, you gasped surprised. His tongue then slid inside your mouth. It felt amazing and you whined against his lips. After you heard the noise you’d made, you started to freak out but you didn’t want to push him away either. You agreed to kissing him, but now your heart beat so fast and loud you heard it in your ears. You began to tear up. What was going on with you. Donatello pulled away then.

“I love you.” He huffed, but after realizing that you were crying, he withdrew his hands from you. Then he saw his Handprints on your skin, he took a step back from you, ashamed.

“No.” he said, his voice desperate. “I forced you again.”

“What? No, Donnie, we both agreed to this!” But he shook his head.

“Damn it, I want to treat you gently, it’s like I lose myself every time I touch you.” Donnie knew why you were crying. You grimace told the whole story of you wanting to return his feelings but couldn’t. He forced you into this relationship, and he was beginning to regret it. In that moment the back of your hand tapped his chest.

“I didn’t agree to kissing you, to make you feel bad, you know? Don’t get in your head.”

He looked like he wanted to say something but a knocking on the door had you both looking to the entrance. It was April. You ushered Donnie out of the Window.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said, pecking his cheek, closing the window and opening the door.

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You laid in your bed with your face in the pillow. You had to organize your emotions and feelings. That was the task you wanted to achieve today.

You knew you liked Donnie, in the sense that his feelings were important enough to you to not ignore them. You also wanted to protect him. But you weren’t sure if that counts as romantic feelings. The fluttering in your stomach and your raised heartbeat could just be your nervousness.

This whole thing was taking a toll on you, even April commented on the dark rings under your eyes. You were worrying about returning Donnies feelings constantly, so much so that some nights you couldn’t sleep. Was it even possible to fall in love trough hard work, you’ve never heard of it.

“Shiiiiiiit.” You felt tears on your cheeks.

Maybe you could stop trying and let it come naturally, Donnie was smart, charismatic and for you he tried to be really considerate. But you wanted your love to come as fast as possible, to make him feel better, you didn’t want to cause him any more pain. But for that to work you’d have to fall for him, and you wanted to, but you’ve never been in love before and you didn’t know what to feel, this wasn’t like that kid in your kindergarten at all.

Wait.

You wanted to get you mind in order. You tried again.

If you’d confess your feelings for Donnie and he would recognize that your feelings weren’t real, he would make that awful face again, which scared you.

You did not want to hurt him, because he was important to you. You liked him. Yes, you did. If it’s romantic you weren’t sure, but you wanted to let him know these feelings that you had.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and began running, grabbing your jacket you made your way to the lair.

You excitedly climbing down the stairs. You wanted to tell Donatello about your feelings as fast as possible. You were almost all the way down, when your excitement caused you to lose footing and fall down. You hit the ground, but feeling no pain you looked down, seeing you fell onto Donnie himself. You got up, now sitting on top of him.

“Donnie!” you shouted. “Just the guy I wanted to see.” He groaned, holding his head.

“You need to be more careful when you climb the ladder, ow.” But you didn’t care about that at this moment.

“I have to tell you something!” you said eagerly. He just laid there, peering up at you.

“I want to tell you that I li-“ You were interrupted by Donnie pushing you off of him, when you got up again to ask him why he did that you saw his brothers coming in.

“They are gonna see.” Donnie whispered to you. You clenched your teeth. You were the one who told him that, you knew. But the rules were unimportant right now. His brothers came up to you.

“Hey guys.” Leo said. “What’re you doing on the floor?” You stopped to think, maybe confessing your feelings to Donnie in front of his brothers wasn’t such a good idea. You searched for an exit.

“We wanted to buy some coffee. You guys want anything?” you asked.

“Sure.” Raph spoke up. “I’ll get a-“ But you didn’t listen to the 3 boys telling you their order, you just looked at Donnie, he was eying you suspiciously.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, got it, we’ll be going then, won’t be long, buh-bye now!” you got up, pulling Donnie with you.

You two were walking the street toward the coffee-shop. Donnie looked at you from the side. He saw your dark circles under and the redness around your eyes. You had been crying again and now you wanted to tell him something. He had a bad feeling about this.

You came to a stop in front of the big store window and peeked inside. There were a lot of people. So many in fact, that you both decided you would go in alone to get the coffee, so people wouldn’t see Donatello. Which was okay for you, you could wait a few minutes before confessing to him.

As you waited in line you glanced outside. Donnie was leaning against a lamppost scrolling on his phone. You smiled. All of a sudden you felt a hand brush your butt. You froze, did you imagine that? Then you felt it again, this time the hand was slightly groping your ass. Instead of fighting back like you had thought your body would do in this situation, he betrayed you, completely freezing up. You thought of Donnie, but you couldn’t let him be seen. Shit. You were scared, terrified. This didn’t feel right, you tried to will your body to move. Your eyes started to burn and you blinked, feeling tears escape. When you heard the guy behind you pant, you lost it, you fought your stupor and rushed out of the building. You heard Donnie calling your name, but your mind was in fight or flight, and since you didn’t fight the guy, you ran.

It didn’t take long for Donnie to catch up to you. You still made it all the way to the park, where you and Donnie always drank your coffee. He pulled you back.

“(Y/n), Hey! What’s going on?” Your eyes darted in his direction unseeing. You were in a state of pure panic. Donatello understanding that, sprang into action. Pulling you down to sit on a bench he spoke to you in a calm voice.

“(y/n), you are currently having a panic attack.” He started. Rubbing circles on your back. “I want you to know that whatever scared you is no longer here, you are safe. I understand that you are frightened, but I need you to try and breathe.” He helped you by taking some inhales and exhales together with you. After a few minutes you had calmed down enough for him to get an explanation out of you.

“-and then I heard him pant behind me and I just ran away.” Donnie couldn’t believe what he had heard. He would search for the security camera footage, he would find that guy, he would hunt him down, and he would kill him for touching you. Seeing his plotting-face you gently touched his arm.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Donnie, I can’t see you when you’re in jail.” You laughed. But Donatello was confused.

“Why didn’t you call out to me. I could’ve helped you, you know? I would’ve stomped that guy into the ground for touching you.” You blinked at him.

“I couldn’t.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Donnie, people would have seen you!” Donnie stared at you perplexed.

“Who cares about that while their being harassed?” You began to cry again.

“I DO! When he touched me, I thought about you, but I couldn’t risk you being exposed. And what if you hit him, the police would’ve been called, you’d be found out, you’d go to jail and it’d be all my fault.” You wailed. “When I realized that I stopped myself from calling out to you. You being uncovered, that’s even scarier.”

Donnie had listened to you intently. His hands were balled to fists.

“You know, ever since we started dating, all you have done is cry.” You looked down. He continued.

“I don’t understand it, it’s my first time after all. Loving someone this much. Wanting them all to myself. Wanting to cherish them. Wanting them to smile more. Wanting to change who I am for them.” He took a breath. “Earlier, if it were April or Sunita with you, you would have asked them to help, right?” He began to grin humorlessly. “I can’t even protect you, all I do is make you cry and force you into things and then wind up hurting you myself. I’m the worst.”

He got up from the bench then. You kept looking down.

“I’ll break up with you.” Your eyes widened. “For making you go out with me and for falling in love with you, I’m sorry.” Your brain didn’t compete what he had said. As he took his first step away from you, you heard voices coming closer. Leo, Mickey and Raph were making their way towards you.

“What are you doing here?” Donnie said, he really didn’t feel like talking with them at the moment.

“You told us it won’t be long, that was an hour ago!” Mickey said, worry in his tone. Right, you wanted to bring them all coffee, you totally forgot.

“There was an incident at the coffee-shop.” Donatello said. He looked down at you again, but you didn’t react to anything. He sighed.

“Let’s go home. (y/n) wants to be alone right now.” He ushered his brothers away, wanting you to have some time to yourself.

It all came crashing down on you. Donatello just dumped you, deciding to do that all on his own again. You wanted to go after him. But you hesitated. Maybe it was the best for both of you.

You bend over and laid your arms and head on your knees. Your eyes fell on a purple leather wallet on the floor. Wasn’t that Donatellos? You had seen it when he bought the Pizza. You picked it up and opened it. A piece of paper fell out. You reached for it folding it up. You read what was written on the little note, you breath hitched.

· don’t get mad when they talk to others.

· Hide that we��re dating

· Don’t touch them in front of the others

· Don’t touch them until we both agree

He wrote down the promises he made with you. The piece of paper looked worn and crumbled. It was proof that Donatello had read and reread and reread them over and over. You were sure that in moments where he didn’t know what to do, he vowed to at least hold these promises.

Your stomach fluttered and your heart beat faster. These two things happening a lot lately. You thought it was just nervousness, but you finally got it. It wasn’t nervousness at all.

Donatello, he’s an idiot, he’s narcissistic, he stubborn, he’s cocky, he’s arrogant, he’s a pain in the ass…But you didn’t want to lose him. Thoughts rushed inside your head. You were scared that whatever you were feeling wasn’t romantic, and when you thought about it, it wasn’t typical romance at all. The way you felt so comfortable with him and the way he would touch you making you weak. It wasn’t just a crush. What you were feeling for Donatello was love!

You got up wanting to run after him.

“Dona-“ you stumbled over your feet, falling down. You panicked.

“NOOO!” you screamed. Donnie turned around.

“I don’t care about protection and I don’t care about crying because of you, I don’t care, you make me feel safe, and you make me smile way more than you make me cry. Those are all part that I love about you!” You cried louder. He started racing in your direction.

“Don’t go!” he ran faster.

“Stay!” almost there.

“Stay by my side!” he finally reached you and he fell to his knees hugging you.

“I won’t leave, I’ll stay with you.” He panted. You hugged him tighter. Suddenly he stirred.

“Wait, you love me? Why didn’t you say anything?” He questioned you.

“I know, I just realized today! That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” You pulled back a little. Seeing his troubled expression, you smiled softly. “I’m sorry I made you wait, Donnie.” He blushed hugging you again.

“Aww, isn’t this just cute.” You heard Raph say from further away. Donnie pulled back then, holding you by your shoulder an armlength away, rubbing his eyes.

“Shit, sorry.” He started to say but you interrupted him with crashing your lips on his. After you pulled back you looked at his flushed face.

“Forget about the stuff you got written down. Instead- never ever let me go again!” Donnie began to smile, then he held out his hand.

“Promise.” He said as you shook his hand.

#Donatello/reader #rise!donatello #rottmnt x reader

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innamorament0 · 6 months

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I want to heard more about the Kara monster hunter WIP, please.

I will answer with whatever little I have written =D

“Come one, don’t be mad, Lena.” - it was a second hour of Barry clumsily trying to smooth out a conflict situation. They sat in the gazebo, overgrown with the pale yellow autumn roses, enjoying the warm autumn breeze. She had a glass of a Scilossa wine, and he sipped from a cup of cold, thick, dark beer that Luthorians could make like no one else. And then they argued, not for the first time though. As usual, Barrfind Allen started to forget what offensive words he said - either he said something impartial about magic or about the mages themselves, but it was already an hour she was silent, looking into her book stubbornly, mindlessly flipping its pages, and he didn't know what to do with himself.

“How are you and Kara?” - Barry asked gloomily, not really hoping to hear the answer. But the sorceress finally put down the book and looked at him. Her gaze was absent, grazing over the dwarf and stopping somewhere on an overgrown wall behind his back.

“ We aren’t together at the moment.” - she said carefully, still not looking at the dwarf.

“You mean?”

“I mean, we have a pause in our relationship.” - She said it even slower, like she would talk with a halfwit.

“ So it’s another break-up.” - Barry stated a fact. - “ And how many times I told you - you need to com-mu-ni-cat! You could take a bottle, get smashed and yell at each other like normal persons! Instead, you both are like wet hens - you scatter to your dark, little corners and hoot.”

“It’s not that simple, Barry.” - Lena scrunched her nose. - “We are too different - we have different priorities and different life goals. And, after all, I am married.”

“Bhah! Found a problem, do ya?” - Barry cackled, clapping himself on the belly. - “And she promised you a paradise in a hut?”

“It’s difficult for her to be in Luthoria - she wants freedom, to go out on the road, to fight her monsters, to seek adventure.” - she fell silent for a moment. - “She wants from me whatever I cannot give to her, and so I let her go. And she leaves.”

“And then she comes back and waits for you again. Quien. Patient, just like Kara is, huh?” - Barry summed it down. - “And you are torturing each other for how long? Eh, you could just…”

“Barry, don’t judge, please.” - the sorceress interrupted.

They sat in silence for a long while. Somewhere in the distance, a crossbill was chirping, and the wind carried a subtle aroma of pine trees that grew around the castle. Lena wrapped herself tighter in a warm green cape.

“Barry?” - she finally broke the silence, turning her head to the dwarf who just started to doze off. - “Tell me how you two met?”

“Oh, where was it? Maybe five years ago…” - the dwarf started, looking at the gazebo’s ceiling thoughtfully. Finally, he croaked and turned to the servant boy. - “Hey, lad, bring me more beer! The tale isn’t short.”

***

She reread the manifest again. On the stinky piece of badly processed and tattered pigskin, with crooked letters, was etched an address to the warriors, mercenaries and adventurers of all kinds.

“WHO READ THIS LETTER, READ IT CAREFULLY AND REMEMBER! A TERRIBLE MONSTER HAD BEEN LIVING IN THE ESTATE OF VAN DE VILERTS SINCE THE TIMES LONG PASSED. THOSE WHO WISH TO FIGHT IT AND SAVE THE PLACE FROM THE SCOURGES OF THE FEROCIOUS MONSTER SEE THE CITY GOVERNOR MARTIN IN THE CITY OF EINYEN, WHICH IS NEAR THE ELVEN RUINS.”

Einyen had a melodious name that invoked the thoughts of elven music, of notes gentle and gracious. But this is where the romantic notions ended - this city was just like hundreds of other cities that Kara visited. As soon as the traveller approached its walls, they were knocked off by a complex bouquet of the various smells of the densely populated city. The sensitive worgen nose caught all nuisances of this heavy amber - the stench of the sewers mixed up with the smoke of factories that were built just near the thick grey walls. Added to this was a pungent smell of processed leather, food, and perfume.

Kara lowered her head and went straight through the gates, in hopes that behind these walls, at least the stench of a stagnant shit in the gutters will not add up to this exquisite mix.

“Stop right ‘ere, trash! Where ya goin’?” - the lance poked her in the chest. The guy with a moustache, who had his cone cheekily pushed onto one of his ears, looked at her with determination. Kara suppressed a sigh and took the glove off her left hand. A bit lower than her palm, on the left wrist, was a zigzaggy tattoo that was known as “the adder”, known as the mark of a monster hunter throughout the realm. For quite some time, the guard scrutinised the tattoo, squinting one eye, then the other one.

“So ya are one of those, huh?” - he finally concluded, sucking on his remaining teeth.

“Yes, I am a hunter.”

“Your mug isn’t human. Since when did they begin to accept non-humans into the hunting department, huh?”

“That, I do not know, but they did start somewhere.” - Kara was calm, watching him scrunch his nose in disgust. - “Will you let me through, good man?”

The guard watched her for a few long moments, studying her worgen features closely, but lowered the lance.

#I am sorry for terrible grammar #supergrirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #my writing #supergirl fic #ask game #WIP

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magnumversumplus · 10 months

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Rasvisr IV: Epsilon’s Enigma

Written By Joseph M.

Written In Consultation With writeformeAI: A ChatGPT Language Model By @antienjoys On Poe App

This story is dedicated to my dear lolo (grandfather.) May he rest in eternal peace. I love you lolo.

Location: Mumbai, India

Timestamp: January 17, 2025; 9:17 A.M.

Jairan squeezed through the crowd, his hands grazing the leather seats of motorcycles and rickshaws. Catholic parishioners laughed amongst themselves as they carried their gilded croziers down the street. Men and women wearing glossy black suits shuffled into the entrances of skyscrapers that slashed apart the stuffy clouds. Even humble restaurants toppled over the roads, obscuring the glimmer of the Sun, and the outside areas were fenced off with shiny glass barriers that prevented birds from scraping food off tables.

Jairan left the more industrial area of Mumbai, greeted by the arched gates and mason walls of a mosque. A golden dome supported by steel beams towered over the crowded residential regions. A hymn of melodic male voices beamed out from inside the mosque, a harmonic call to prayer.

Jairan walked into the residential areas, clothespins and drapes hanging over his head. He sat on a shiny wooden bench, waiting for a man named Sergeant Sergeant D'Souza Sergeant D'Souza, who knew the location of Epsilon. Elusive Epsilon–referrewd to only as “Epsilon” by his best friends and worst enemies–was an international weapons dealer that was on the run, hiding somewhere in Mumbai.

On the other hand, Sergeant D'Souza was a member of India’s National Intelligence Agency, a government organization formed in 2008 that currently had its agents dispatched fighting the same threat as Jairan. Sergeant D'Souza was one of the veterans in the agency, a well-known face among his colleagues in the field and the criminals in the streets.

He was so well known that he had rats in the sewers and the biggest crime lords feeding him intel. His assertive, intentful voice and smooth-talking personality earned him many favors, including some goodwill from Jairan.

“I have the intel you want,” Sergeant D'Souza said sharply, sitting beside Jairan. “But I need something in return.”

“Sure, I’ll help you out,” Jairan shot back. “But I’ll need the intel first.”

Sousa sighed, reached down and opened a briefcase in his lap. “Epsilon is with his men on a plane flying around India. It’s currently stopped in Hyderabad before it makes its journey back to the port in Kolkata. I’ve arranged for a plane driven man by the name of Ben Müller to fly you over his private airport, where you’ll wait there and arrest him.”

Sousa handed him the contents of the briefcase: documents containing details on Epsilon’s private plane, photographs of the plane and a map of Kolkata with Epsilon’s base marked among other things. “When you’re in Kolkata, I need your help taking down one of NIA’s most wanted doctors.”

Location: Somewhere In Hyderabad, India

Timestamp: January 17, 2025; 12:15 P.M.

Jairan walked into a bar and started rapport with the bartender, adjusting his outer black suit with hand gestures like smooth silk. He rose from his seat and sat down next to a different man, one wearing a black trench coat and a black top hat: the crazy Dr. Fasilliare, quietly cackling and holding a menacing smile, soberly manipulating even as he gulped down his drink.

Jairan whispered, “I’m here to take you down.” He pulled the outer layer of his jet black apparel back, revealing a pistol in the folds of his garments. “You’re coming with me.”

Dr. Fasilliare grumbled, “I’m not going back to prison. I’ll use my voodoo dolls, my spells, whatever it takes to get me out of here.” Dr. Fasilliare reached into his pocket and showed a rope doll with damp stains, worn beads for eyes and a black suit. “See, it’s you. You’re the doll I carry around, and in my pocket I have a bunch of little pins and needles so–”

Jairan punched Dr. Fasilliare in the nose. He jabbed the elusive doctor in the chest with his fist and kicked him between the thighs, eliciting Dr. Fasilliare’s agonizing squirms and gasps. Jairan made his timely exit from the bar, leaving a doctor cross-eyed and wheezing. He also left a few hundred rupees on the table for good measure, selfishly pleased with his generosity as he approached the Danavi escort helicopter in the parking lot of Sloppy Joe’s American Cuisine.

The blades on the chopper sliced through the air, whipping through the skies so rapidly they blurred into a singular, rotary circle of violent force and mass. The insides of the chopper were worn by tactical air strikes, battles in the skies and extraction missions.

Six leather seats were lined up against the hulls. They had tears, and they smelled like sweat and lavender. Jairan sat down and strapped in, the seatbelts pushing his tie against his spine and suffocating him. The helicopter promptly took off, adrenaline rushed through Jairan’s body as the ground shrunk below him.

The chopper hovered in circles above Epsilon’s private airport; Captain Ben Müller announced that Jairan was free to depart. Jairan gently moved to the door of the chopper and inhaled, and feeling the gale dart past his face, Jairan leapt.

A hurricane-like wind wrapped around his body as he descended the puffy storm clouds, a strong breeze rushing up his sweaty armpits, entering his nostrils and ruffling his matte black hair. A white tarp spread out, wings of a nylon-cloth angel, wrinkles and folds dancing in the breeze, embracing him as he touched down, swaddling him like a blanket.

Location: Elusive Epsilon’s Unnamed Private Airport; Kolkata, India

Timestamp: January 17, 2025; 1:15 P.M.

Epsilon looked over his shoulder. He shooed away a fly, the buzzing little insect darting off. He still heard the buzz, but he couldn’t pinpoint where the droning sound was coming from.

He had a small headache, but it wasn’t a big deal. He could just take some Tylenol and it would be gone soon. He had a broken wrist after he got into a fist fight, he was easier distracted by mundane things and small objects; there was a porcelain soldier miniature, dressed in camo, and sitting on the large wooden desk in his spacious office.

Epsilon didn’t speak to his cronies often–he always got distracted in the minutia of small-talk when he did. Epsilon spoke the most with his tallest bodyguard and closest friend, George. “So, George, how’s your weekend?”

It was just more small talk, and it was something George didn’t usually mind. “My kids and I traveled around France before heading here. After traveling around India, we’re visiting Singapore.”

“That sounds like a nice plan,” Epsilon said, giving George an unusually amiable smile. “Have fun on your vacation.”

“Your plans unfortunately stop here,” declared a quiet voice, prowling through damp corridors and creeping through thin walls. “There’s nowhere left to run, Epsilon. I’ve got you and your gang all rounded up like cattle.”

Location: NIA Underwater Headquarters, Somewhere In The Indian Ocean

Timestamp: January 17, 2025; 1:15 P.M.

Sergeant Maximillian Ravan D'Souza walked through the glass corridors of the NIA’s underwater headquarters, a central glass dome with neon-lit subway tunnels leading to other areas in the facility, such as the foyer, armaments area and janitorial closet, elevator to the above-water lookout post and food depot. He was the proprietor of a technology unit that made such a grand installation leagues below the foamy waters of the Indian Ocean possible: something named by the sergeant’s crewmates to be “D'Souza’s Mirror”.

The device he had created was everywhere, enclosing the premises in what essentially was an AI-powered projection of the deep blue, masking its appearance. The facility, which Sergeant D'Souza endearingly called “समुद्री घर”, which means “sea home” in Hindi, was also invisible to thermal scanners and heat detectors, as D'Souza’s Mirror was equipped with devices that emitted a fake heat signature to blend their camp into its surroundings.

Sergeant D'Souza currently stood at the command center, wearing a camouflaged vest and the baggy camouflaged jeans, the uniform provided to him during his service dashing with pins denoting his accomplishments as a military sergeant and an NIA agents; he stared out at the deep blue ocean, filled with tropical life.

Then, something swiftly brushed past his eye. It swooped around the perimeter of the dome and darted above him, causing him to turn his head. He said into his mic, “Moving object detected. Requesting backup at my location.”

Nothing audible replied to his request, the only noise from his walkie talkie being a low, disturbing whirring noise. “Probably just interference then,” he thought. “I need to see if the other comms still function.”

He felt a large force suddenly thrust against his spine as he pondered, pushing him forward and over the guard rails. Water blasted in from the ceiling, a whirlpool throwing his body around like a ragdoll. The sergeant was almost sucked into a flooded hallway, nearly enveloped in the angry currents thrashing around the ravaged underwater station until he grabbed onto two walls of a corridor, the sergeant’s core strength anchoring him to the hallway entrance.

Sergeant D’Souza saw everything on the news later that night, watching the incident unfold once again on the news and deducing the perpetrator to be the vindictive Epsilon.

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬

as pro heroes, business trips are both unavoidable and frequent. but it’s weird to be away from you for so long...and it messes with their sex-drives more than they’d like to admit. what happens when they’re away?

(phone sex + desperation + semi!public sex + more)

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎

— Shouto feels...confused. He’s not used to missing people, not like this. Not to the point where he’s risking his job (and life) just to hear your voice.

— He’s on a stealth mission. every bone in his body says that he probably shouldn’t be calling you, but due to the fact that you’re both fairly busy people and he’s been sent to the other side of the world, this was the only time you two could get a solid conversation in.

— But there’s a slight problem.

— Shouto’s lodged in an alley, in enough darkness that getting caught isn’t necessarily a...primary concern. So he’s practically forgotten about the case at hand, preoccupied with trying to figure out how your voice could have gotten him so hard so quickly, and how to make it go away fast, before he has to fight a villain with a half chub. And honestly, Shouto would prefer to not.

— But his hand is wanders to palm himself through the fabric of his hero suit regardless. Meanwhile, you rattle on about your day, none the wiser.

— And really, Shouto has no reason to panic until you ask him about his day, spurring the pro hero into a flurry of stutters as he tries to regain his bearings, if only for a moment.

“M-My day? It um, it was uh—shit—nice, I suppose.”

— His response has you asking if he was okay, voice much too high pitched and uneven for him at any given moment; but Shouto’s determined to stand his ground and not let you find out, because that would be weird, right?

— Right.

— So you don’t notice. Which is good because Shouto gets to relax against the wall, hand down his pants and mission half-forgotten, smiling at your little gasps and giggles, and stutters when you realize you accidentally skipped an important detail of the story. You sound so pretty and he’s been gone for so long, your voice brings him to the edge much faster than anticipated.

— But naturally, you try for conversation, and Shouto struggles with stilling his palm to give you a proper answer.

“What i ate? Uhm, u-uh—fuck, I don’t...I don’t remember—o-oh shi—I mean, uhm, I think c-cereal maybe...”

“For dinner, Shou?”

— Fuck.

“Y-Yeah. I...I do that some—sometimes..”

— Shouto clears his throat. Fuck. Fuck, he’s going go cum, like right now, and you won’t stop asking him things—

— At this point, Shouto’s borderline hyperventilating and convinced you’re just fucking with him at this point, legs so close to collapsing they’re shaking, and finally, you ask him what the hell he’s doing.

“What—What i’m doing? I’m just...just ta—alking—fuck, fuck one sec I—there’s someth—“

— He’s hanging up and doesn’t even have enough time to worry about the consequences before he’s filling his hero suit with a groan, head thumping against the brick wall. Shouto’s seeing stars for a second and then some, just trying to regain the feeling in his fingers before he has to go fight with cum in his boxers like he’s back at UA. Though, he’ll admit it—the orgasm was most definitely worth it.

𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎

— Keigo takes a few days to call. Because this him establishing dominance, demonstrating he’s completely fine without his baby bird and can do everything himself.

— Except he’s a fucking mess.

— He’s lost a grand total of three shirts (two of which never left the hotel room) broken a vase due to a rogue wing twitch (which he has to pay 1,000 bucks to replace, by the way) and now Keigo can’t fucking find his hero license, and if he lost that, he’s beyond fucked.

— So Keigo has to call you. Not because he needs you or anything, but he really, really needs to make sure that license is still at home, and not in some fucking sewer somewhere.

“You finally called, huh?”

— Fuck, he missed your voice.

— But Keigo’s got to keep his head down, eyes on the goddamn prize, because you distract him too easily with nothing but a giggle and a wave, and Keigo’s not in the proper headspace to be distracted.

— You find it in a minute tops, and Keigo’s legs almost give out in relief. He didn’t lose it.

— When you ask him if that’s all he needed he says yes, and you move to hang-up.

“Okay, by—“

“Wait.”

— Because...hey. You’re not allowed to act like you’re perfectly fine without him! You’ve got to be struggling just as much as he is, right?

— Yeah. Definitely.

— And maybe...maybe his dick also missed you...a bit...

— But it’s not Keigo’s fault—he’s got the vitality of a fucking stallion and hasn’t had much alone time these past few days, so preoccupied with work work work that he didn’t even have time to think about touching his dick. And here you are, sounding just as sexy through the phone as you do at home, and Keigo starts to miss you miss you.

— So naturally, when he interrupts your story to ask what you’re doing, your fairly puzzled. And when he learns you’re doing nothing, little kei perks up a bit. (Er—more than he already is.)

— He asks if you’re alone, but all he receives is a snarky comment on who else would you be with? And he throws his head back in a cackle, because fuck, he misses you so fucking much.

“Take off your pants.”

— You choke from the out of the blue request, but the way Keigo doesn’t laugh shows that he’s 100% serious, and so does the clink of a belt through the phone.

“‘S been too fuckin’ long, goddammit, just get naked already.”

— Keigo would be embarrassed from sounding so desperate if weren’t so...well...that. He’s hard in seconds and leaking the moment he gets a hand on himself. Keigo stutters out a demand to know what you’re doing because he needs to know right now, silently hoping he doesn’t have neighbors because they sure as hell can hear his moans.

“F-fuck baby bird—shit, miss you so fuckin’ much.”

— When you say you miss him too he keens over, his free hand fisting the sheets from an impending orgasm. He’s not in a position he’d prefer to be seen in, per se, hunched over himself and drooling over his cock with quivering thighs and an arm moving at a startling speed. But here he is, so fucking close, and he just needs a little more to push him off the edge.

“Fuck, I’m so fuckin’ close—baby, baby tell me that you miss me again, s-say it, just one more time for me please—“

— Of course you do (because who are you to deny such a request?) and Keigo’s filling his fist, until cum’s dripping down his cock and oozing between the gaps in his knuckles. It’s a lot, but in his defense, he’s used to coming every day.

— this an 18+ blog. minors dni.

#— 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎 #— 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 #todoroki smut #bnha smut #mha smut #hawks headcanons #todoroki headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #hawks smut

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bokettochild · 3 years

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Hi! I really like the fics you write, and for the requests I was thinking some Wild and Legend bonding? I’m a big angst fan, but fluff always makes me happy :)

Okay, so, this was partially inspired by this, but also this.

I'm not really sorry, this has been brewing since the last update and I finally wrote it. That and I broke my writers bloc and figured out how to write Legend again!

Suffer 🙂

Sunset Comforts

Twilight was dead.

That was the thought flashing through his mind as he called the younger heroes to order. The worry that stung in his heart as Hyrule and Four charged towards the enemy that had downed their friend with ease.

A gleaming axe had struck the wolf form of their brother mid spring, and the pained and breathless whimper of the canine mixing with the wet squelch of the blade pulling free echoed in his mind.

Legend’s stomach rolled, the need to turn to the side and be sick growing as the battle continued on around him.

He didn’t know how he took command, simply let his emotions fall to the back burner, pressing down the need to vomit along with memories of a dark sewer, a gleaming blade, a wizard's cackle and wet and wheezing breaths. He focused his gaze on the enemy and called out orders, forcing the hero’s spirit to take the reins while a young hero fell to the background, eyes wide and full of tears as sobs built up in a throat that words had not poured from in years.

Blades sang a death dirge as monsters had fallen; enemies laid low by the weapons of the heroes still standing. There were no words to the song as an eerie silence hung over the field, only the sounds of battle and the occasional cry filling air that felt thick and muddled as they fought. And when at last the final monster had fallen from Wild’s blade, and the shadow had long since faded back away from where it had come, leaving the heroes bloody and breathless, Time and Wild had sprung to the rancher’s side.

Legend stood to the side, hands gripping his blade, ignoring the blood that trailed over his clothes and skin, eyes wide as they’d watched Time firmly press Warriors’ scarf to the gaping wound in -the now hylian- Twilight’s chest.

White and red clashed beneath blackening green, and Legend’s stomach revolted again at the sight, one hand pressing to his lips as he’d been forced to turn away, the sight to much for him. Bloods stench was heavy on the air, death and destruction smelling of gaping wounds and foul flesh, and it made his stomach roll. There was no task he could complete as he stood to the side and allowed the others to fuss and heal, and the mere smell of the blood on his hands made him wince back nausea.

He was covered in the stuff, it coated his body and overwhelmed his senses, and as the other’s fussed over far more pressing matters than blood; a wound, gaping and black with shining bones exposed to the air and torn flesh and-

Legend keeled over, heaving and wheezing for breath as the contents of his stomach found a new home in the carcass of a slain bokoblin.

The camp that night was plagued by the eerie heaviness in the air that had lain over the battle-field.

Warriors leaned back against Sky’s side, hands shaking from having laid the final stitches, eyes bleary as the Skyloftian gently pressed a potion to the captain’s lips. Not far from the two, Hyrule’s glimmering hands worked over Twilight’s chest weakly, shoulders drooping and hands shaking until Four had gently pulled him away with his one good hand, the other wrapped and hung in a sling from his neck as he gently ushered the traveler towards his bed roll to sleep.

Time, to no one’s surprise, sat at Twilight’s side, the ranchers hand clasped tightly in his own as worry creased already heavy brows, a single eye dark in the fading light as a song, bitter and almost tearful rings through the air. There are no words, but Warriors’ voice, heavy and weary, joins in, and though Twilight’s body lies still and the rancher hasn’t opened his eyes, there’s a flicker of his lids as his breath evens slightly, the faintest of hums sounding wet and broken from blood-stained lips.

Legend turns his gaze away.

None of the others had seen his shameful reaction earlier, and as much as he wants to be of aid, he knows that the blood that coats the bandages wrapped around Twilight’s chest and spatters over his clothing will only made him ill again, which will be in no ways helpful.

Violet eyes drift over leaves and stone before coming to rest on the form of the Champion, curled around himself at the furthest edges of the camp, fingers digging into his arms as his eyes remain fixed on his mentor. The vet blinks in surprise as his gaze trails from Twilight’s broken form to the huddled form of the man’s protégé, hiding on the edges of the camp and making no moves to approach him.

Does Wild have trouble with the blood too?

A closer look reveals that the champion’s face is red, eyes puffy and tear tracks rolling down his face, but the gaze on the champion’s face is hard, and Legend finds himself shaking off shivers from the intensity of cornflower hues as they stare across the camp, resolute and dark.

He’s useless to the healers, and the sight of Twilight’s blood streaked across all the surfaces around camp, red and wet and warm and full of life that should be staying inside him and not bleeding out because he needs to live, he needs to live, he needs to stay alive! Link can’t live without him he can’t it’s just not possible please-

The vet forces himself to breathe, shaking his head and blinking back his own tears as he moved towards his fallen friend’s protégé. He can’t offer any help to the others, but at the very least he can knock Wild out of his own head.

Twilight would want that.

As feet pick across the camp, bare because he can’t stand the ooze that coats his boots, he wonders when he began to wonder what the rancher would want or do.

Wild’s fingers are digging into his arms, blood springing up beneath his nails as they grip tighter, and Legend has to fight the urge to flinch away at the sight. It’s shameful, his aversion. He’s a hero and he’s killed more enemies than he’s seen seasons. Yet, he still flinches back at pooling red, and the droplets that roll down the champion’s arms to drip onto the ground are enough to make his stomach lurch again.

“Quit it.” He scolds, positioning himself in the way of the kid’s line of sight, blocking off the sight of the rancher as cornflower blue flicks up towards him.

His stomach rolls again at the ethereal glare that’s cast his way, eyes too old and a soul too shattered for the young body they’re set in. Still, he’s fought a corrupted goddess, he can meet the gaze of the champion, but it’s hard, and he hates it, but he forces himself regardless. Violet and blue clash, trails of gold set in each as both boys glare at each other, both disapproving in their own way before Legend shakes his head, reaches down and pulls the champion’s hands free of his arms. “None of that now. You don’t need more scars, kid.”

Wild’s eyes blink slowly, but there’s no recognition in them, and Legend finds panic flooding through hm as he realizes that Wild may or may not even be fully aware at the moment.

Great Seven, what would Twilight do?

Wild is stiff as a board and silent as death itself as Legend kneels before him, the kid’s gaze unmoving as he glares over Legend’s head, right between his ears, to where Twilight lays in his mentor’s hold. Pain leeches into the silent cold of ethereal blue, and something inside the vet shatters, his chest burning lightly at the pain and hopelessness that crosses over the kids face for a brief second before it returns to stony coldness.

Ah.

“It’s not your fault.” He breathes, crossing his legs underneath himself as he gazes up at eyes that won’t meet his own. “Wild! You can’t blame yourself; you hear me?” His own gaze hardens as he focused on the kid. “Twilight chose to chase the Shadow. It was his choice-” Glowing blue turns to him with a ferocity that nearly steals his breath, but Legend presses forwards, golden tinging at his own irises as his voice rumbles low and firm, blessedly free of its usual squeaks and breaks. “Twilight chose to fight. I’m not saying this is his fault, but it isn’t yours either.”

The champion’s gaze is stony and silent.

“You had no way of stopping this.” Legend repeats, hand clasping the kid’s arms just below the shoulders and gaze heavy as it meets the flickering blue before him. “You were on the other side of the battlefield, your arrows would have only made things worse and you had no way, on Din’s green earth, to reach him before the shadow struck.”

Wild’s eyes flicker up to Twilight’s broken form again, but the vet catches the kids face in his hands, eyes firm and glimmering slightly in faded light of the sunset. “Do you understand?”

“I failed.” The kid croaks out, broken and stiff and every word labored as if it is a weight that holds down the kid’s tongue. Each weight falls hard and heavy on Legend’s shoulders, pain dancing through his chest at the broken soul that cracks through the stone gaze. “I couldn’t save him.”

“No one could.” Legend presses, voice catching in his throat.

“I should have.”

The words are simple, but they bear a weight that nearly fells the veteran hero right then and there, and he watches in horror as tears pool behind Wild’s eyes as they turn to gaze at the dirt at his feet.

“I’m supposed to be the Hylia forsaken Hero.” The kid curses softly. “And I can’t even save my best friend.”

“You can’t save everyone.” He murmurs in reply, his own gaze struggling to stay on the kid before him and to not follow it to the ground.

Red hair and a bubbling laugh ring in his memory alongside a booming laugh that is weakened by blood that trails from an open wound, hidden in the sewers below the castle. Hands that held his own, laughter that rang with his and voices that carried joy and wonder on tehri lips as they filled his heart and breathed life into his soul.

Both of them are gone. He couldn’t save them. He’ll never have another chance to try.

“But Twilight is still alive. He’s still breathing and...” A wet laugh stutters up in his chest, broken and wrong, but impossible to hold back. “He’s still trying to sing on key.”

Wild’s eyes freeze the breath in his throat, hard and shattered and angry as they bore into him. “Twilight is still alive because Warriors and Time saved him.” The kid hisses. “He’s alive because everyone else banded together and staved off the monsters. He’s alive because you all are heroes enough, that while I was pulling my sorry ass off the top of a wall, you were all down there protecting him!”

The kid’s voice rises and those behind them turn to stare, but Legend isn’t cowed. He’s heard many a worse speech from his own shattered soul ringing in his mind again and again over the years. The kid’s broken voice and aching soul aren’t enough to bring him to tears and reassurance.

Twilight might treat the kid with care and grace that one would a wounded child, which Wild needs. But the kid also needs the sense slapped into him, and Legend’s very good at that.

“You all protect everyone!” Tears spill down the kid’s cheeks as he glares at Legend. “All I ever can do is sit by while everyone else struggles, and I can’t even offer help!”

“Wild-”

“My whole world died while I was sleeping!” Wild’s voice breaks, blue eyes sparking with lights that aren’t natural or Hylian.

“And I killed mine!” Legend shoots back, gaze and voice both dark as he meets the kid’s stare. “You’re not the only one of us to have ever failed!”

The champion blinks at him in shock, and Legend takes the moment to catch his breath, eyes blinking open again to meet the kid’s. “I destroyed a whole world. People, places, families and homes. Just blotted them out of existence.” His voice is firm but tears prick at his eyes as he glares down the taller hero. “You aren’t the only one who messed up.

“What matters though, is that when you were given a second chance, you took it. You stood to your feet, after being killed in battle you came back. And you walked right up to Ganon and drop-kicked his ass back into whatever hell it came from.” Violet and gold swirl in the vet’s gaze as it bores into Wild’s, the kid’s expression fading just left of wonder as he stares back. “You are still living your second chance. You are going to make new mistakes. You are going to get hurt. Other people are going to get hurt. What matters is that you don’t spend all your time crying over what you aren’t, and instead use it to become what you can be.”

The vet’s gaze softens. “You’re a good kid, Wild. And a great hero. Don’t ruin that by worrying about the past. You don’t live there, so you don’t belong there. Get your ass in gear and start worrying about the now.”

Wild opens his mouth to protest but is cut off by Legend. “And I don’t mean fussing about a battle that’s already lost. I mean by getting over there and hugging the stuffing out of your grand-mentor or whatever the shit Time is to you, because the guy is on the verge of tears and none of the rest of us can help.” The vet cracks a weak and strained smile. “Twilight’s strong. He’ll pull through. Don’t make me have to explain that you’re depressed because you can’t accept what he sees in you.”

He’s not fast enough to pull away before Wild’s arms are wrapping around him in a tearful hug, sniffles and sobs escaping the kid as he whispers thanks into Legend’s blood matted hair, and Legend can’t even bring himself to pull away. Instead, he gently rubs the kids back, grumbling back fondly until Wild pulls away, rubbing at his eyes and nose he offers Legend a wobbly smile, before standing and making his way back into the center of the camp.

Time’s face when Wild comes over and wraps his arms around the man is priceless, the tune on his lips fading out as the man folds Wild into his arms with a quiet sob, and Legend fights back a twitch of his lips as the two hold tight to each other.

Night falls as the others fade off into sleep.

Legend had finally pulled himself back into the camp once the lights had dimmed enough that the blood across their faces and clothes could be mistaken for dirt and shadow, and while the others cling to each other in their sleep, his eyes are fixed on the rancher.

Twilight’s breaths are sharp and strained, chest stuttering and stopping agonizingly often as the night continues on. Each time it stutters, Legend has to hold his hand above the rancher’s mouth and nose, waiting for warm air to caress his palm. Each time it comes late, panic blossoms inside of him, and Legend has to hold his own breath as he waits for it to eventually puff out again.

Time sleeps not far off, Wild’s curled in his arms where the two had dozed off after their nerve-wracking evening, and Sky is settled not far from them, Hyrule pressed to one side and Wind to the other, and Four lying across the lot of them while they sleep.

Warriors sits at the edge of the camp, hands working over the blades of his brothers, cleaning away blood and dirt and sweat with practiced movements as his gaze flickers from the forest to the fallen hero, concern in the royal blue gaze as it turns every so often to Legend.

He knows the captain wants to tell him to sleep, wants to tell him to rest, but seeing as the man himself doesn’t seem able to do it either, neither presses the other to sleep. Grim understanding flashes across the camp when their eyes chance to meet, and Warrior’s turns his attention back to Legend’s sword where it lays across his lap, hands working over it while its owner sits beside Twilight.

He doesn’t know when he’s taken Twilight’s hand in his own. Doesn’t know when his fingers start trailing over worn scars and calluses, taking comfort in the warmth that they find there as he holds it close to his chest, breaths deep and stuttering as his eyes flicker over Twilight’s pale face.

“You better be okay.” He whispers, voice breaking slightly as tear prick at his eyes. “I told the kid you will be, but it you make that a lie I’ll-” A sob breaks the silence, one that Warrior’s politely ignores as Legend drops his gaze, clinging to the still hand. “You’ve got to make it through this, Twi. Please! Please!”

Scarred and calloused fingers twitch softly, clasping Legend’s own weakly as another sob shatters the silence.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #fluffics #lu wild #lu twilight #lu legend #lu time #lu warriors #hurt/comfort #i'm not sorry #linked universe fic requests #angst #wild angst #legend angst

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thesmpisonfire · 3 years

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Eret wokes up with an explosion.

They don't even think before jumping from his bed and grabbing the sword and the sunglasses, running in the cold halls. "They came back." Her mind is shouting. "George wants the castle again." The ex-monarch takes a turn, heading to one of the castle's guest room. George gave him time to move out! This was not fair, especially without a goddamn warning!

She shakes her head, focusing on a more important topic for now. Fundy. His newly adopted son-but-in-fact-more-like-a-younger-brother was with him for almost a week now, and Eret promissed him that he would be safe there, no more wars or damage.

They storm into Fundy's bedroom, just to find it empty. They can feel panic running on their body just like cold water as they start to run again. No. No. No. He promised Fundy that nothing bad would happen, and he was dead serious with that promise. She runs to the entrance of the castle, armor on and sword in hand, ready to fight for Fundy's safety...

There's no attack.

Well, there's a big hole in one of the walls, the debris scattered around after the explosion. There's still small fires on the burned grass, but nothing serious.

Sitting right on front of it, was Fundy.

The fox was with a flint n' steel in hand, lighting it up and then closing it, just to repeat the cycle. He wasn't moving, his stare lost in someplace beyond the hole. He kept that loop, the fire cackling and the flint n' steel noises completing each other in a strange melody.

Eret approached him, putting a hand on Fundy's shoulder. That seemed to 'woke up' the fox, who stared at the ex-monarch with fear before looking back at the destruction. Eret couldn't stop noticing another tnt, unlighted, right in front of Fundy.

"Eret!" He sounded so scared, getting up and trying to keep his friend far from the fire that was slowly dying out. "I-I'm... I'm sorry!" His voice was shaking, and Eret could tell that he had been crying that night.

"I didn't mean to explode your home!" But that was exactly what Fundy did. He destroyed it. Without any good explanation besides his own fear. Fundy tried to hold the tears, the hands that were pushing Eret away were now gripping his shirt, not wanting him to leave. "I was... I was..." Fundy started to cry again, fear consuming him with the realization that Eret was about to kick him out because of his actions.

"Fundy, what's happened?" Eret used a serious tone, but held Fundy's arms carefully, hoping that it'd wouldn't scare him.

Fundy blinked twice or thrice, cleaning his face with his hands. "I had a nightmare..." He choked out, his face wet. "I- I was here... At the garden." He gestures towards the small flower camp that Niki and Puffy had started a couple of days ago. "And... Techno came in..."

Fundy was running from his own uncle since people said Techno would hunt him down. Their paths hadn't cross since Wilbur's death, and Fundy wasn't looking forward to it. Techno must be on the hunt for him, right? He was a fucking orphan now.

"A-and... Wilbur was with him." Fundy started to shake, not even feeling Eret holding him. "He was alive and..." He whimpered, gripping on Eret's shirt. "He blew everything up again." He cried. "The castle was all gone. Everything was gone. He destroyed everything again, Eret!"

Fundy started to hyperventilate, his eyes unfocused and the image of his nightmare clear in his mind.

Wilbur holding him by his collar, looking at his own son with a maniac smile. 'I despise you, Fundy.' He could hear the whisper. 'Do you really thought that the stupid diary could make what you have done to me?' Wilbur let Fundy go, dropping him on the ground. 'You don't deserve a home, Fundy. Not a traitor like you.' He let out a dry laugh, turning his back and walking away from the destruction. 'Techno, you can do the honors.' The fox only stared at the anarchist, who pointed a crossbow right at his face.

Eret only could listen to Fundy, sometimes changing his look to the hole on his way before going back to the fox. How the two things were connected?

"When I woke up..." Fundy whispered, his voice sounding more tired than seconds before. "I needed to make sure the walls were strong enough to protect us..." He laughed, looking up to Eret. "And they aren't." Fundy looked at the hole, showing it to his friend. "They went down with a single tnt!" He laughed again, tears falling even more.

"Fucking Ghostbur can come here and explode it all!" Fundy now was with both hands in his ginger hair, tugging it. "Techno can burst through the entrance and kill us!" His laugh was desperate, looking back at Eret, who only stared at Fundy. "They'll destroy my home again, Eret! Wilbur used to fucking hate me!" He sobbed again, all his repressed feelings coming out at once. "Ghostbur certainly hates me too! He doesn't even remember me!" He kept shouting his worries, the flint n' steel back to his hand. When did it got there again?

"He will take it all down again and he'll hurt you and you'll hate me because its all my fault and..." His words started to merge together, not even having time to breathe again. All he could think is that Eret was going to leave him too, everyone did. Wilbur, Schlatt.... Philza hated him, didn't he? The same with Techno.

Fundy could almost hear someone calling for him, two soft hands holding his face, but the fox wasn't listening. There was no safe place for him. No. Wilbur would always find him. Wilbur would find him and take it all down again. And then no one would care. Because no one ever did-

"FUNDY!" The shout made Fundy almost scream, suddenly back to the present. Eret was holding his face, the glow in their eyes brighter due to their worry. Fundy sobbed, holding one of Eret's hand and leaning his face against the soft palm. Even if it was temporary, Fundy wanted to enjoy it. Enjoy being part of a family again.

Eret hugs him tightly, and Fundy finds himself hiding in the curve of their neck, quickly returning the hug. All his panic and paranoia slowed down, giving place to the warm comfort Eret was giving to him, securing the fox in their arms.

"I'll never leave you, Fundy. And I'm no capable to hate you. I adopt you, remember?" The ex-monarch whispered, trying to calm his friend... His scared and hurt brother. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, not even Techno will be able to pass through me." Eret looks at Fundy's face, smiling a little and cleaning his tears. Fundy chuckled, now looking at the mess he had done.

"We can fix these walls tomorrow... Okay?" Eret reassured him, now hugging Fundy by his side. "For now... We can try to call Niki and Puffy! Try to cook some stuff, what about that?"

The fox was smiling again, joining with jokes while they walked back into the castle. He was grateful to have Eret in his life, someone who still loved him, no matter what.

Outside of the hole, there was a shadow wearing a yellow sweater. He was attracted by the explosion sound just like a moth towards the light. He heard it all and, when he started to make his way back to his sewer, only one thing was stuck in his mind.

"What I've done to my son?"

#YAAAAY I FINISHED IT!!!#eret and fundy big siblings energy fight me #its a joke ok they also work AMAZING as father and son #of course some ghostbur angsty bc i have no chill #SORRY FOR BEING TOO LONG!!!!#and it was bold of you all to forget about fundy 'making a point' and exploding his own house to 'prove' it #only bc Jack Manifold said that Fundy's house was safe inside the orphanage walls #i think i talked too mucb oops #mcyt #dream smp #fundy #wilbur soot #eret #ghostbur

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desthesleepdeprivedwriter · 3 years

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Ghosts and Nightmares

Eret wokes up with an explosion.

They don't even think before jumping from their bed and grabbing the sword and the sunglasses, running in the cold halls. "They came back." Their mind is shouting. "George wants the castle again." The ex-monarch takes a turn, heading to one of the castle's guest room. George gave them time to move out! This was not fair, especially without a goddamn warning!

They shake their head, focusing on a more important topic for now. Fundy. Their newly adopted son was with them for almost a week now, and Eret promised him that he would be safe there, no more wars or damage.

They storm into Fundy's bedroom, just to find it empty. They can feel panic running on their body just like cold water as they start to run again. No. No. No. He promised Fundy that nothing bad would happen, and they were dead serious with that promise. They run to the entrance of the castle, armor on and sword in hand, ready to fight for Fundy's safety...

There's no attack.

Well, there's a big hole in one of the walls, the debris scattered around after the explosion. There's still small fires on the burned grass, but nothing serious.

Sitting right on front of it, was Fundy.

"Fundy, what's happened?" Eret used a serious tone, but held Fundy's arms carefully, hoping that it'd wouldn't scare him.

Fundy started to hyperventilate, his eyes unfocused and the image of his nightmare clear in his mind.

Eret only could listen to Fundy, sometimes changing their stare to the hole on his way before going back to the fox. How the two things were connected?

"When I woke up..." Fundy whispered, his voice

sounding more tired than seconds before. "I needed to make sure the walls were strong enough to protect us..." He laughed, looking up to Eret. "And they aren't." Fundy looked at the hole, showing it to his friend. "They went down with a single tnt!" He laughed again, tears falling even more.

"I'll never leave you, Fundy. And I'm no capable to hate you. I adopt you, remember?" The ex-monarch whispered, trying to calm their friend... Their scared and hurt son. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, not even Techno will be able to pass through me." Eret looks at Fundy's face, smiling a little and cleaning his tears. Fundy chuckled, now looking at the mess he had done.

"We can fix these walls tomorrow... Okay?" Eret reassured him, now hugging Fundy by his side. "For now... We can try to call Niki and Puffy! Try to cook some stuff, what about that?"

The fox was smiling again, joining with jokes while they walked back into the castle. He was grateful to have Eret in his life, someone who still loved him, no matter what.

"What I've done to my son?"

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Compulsion--8/?

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[1-Imprint on Me/Soulmate–Imprint] [2-Jealousy] [3-Unconventional Proposals] [4-The First Night] [5-Who’s really the sap?] [6-Spoilers] [7-Ask Me Again]

This newest akuma was...different. This woman wore a white and pink maid's outfit; the apron was heart-shaped; and the chest was a giant clock with heart-shaped hands. It was in this clock that her powers lay; at random intervals--Ladybug couldn't stop moving long enough to nail down a pattern, a burst of pink light would rip through the center at in the direction of her target. Chat Noir had already been clipped; a giant, yellow timer counted down from 10 minutes above his head. No amount of questioning would result in an answer; the akuma had just cackled and said that they would both see at the end of the timer. She had announced herself as Countdown, but offered no more information. Since that moment, she had been trying to nail Ladybug with her beam.

"Why won't you stay still!?" She complained, furiously. Ladybug ducked behind a parked car as Chat redirected the beam into a post. He joined her behind the car.

"What do you want to do, milady? As curious as I am about this timer, I'm not very eager to see what it does," he stated.

"I think we're going to need some he-" The car was suddenly blasted away. Chat Noir barely managed force Ladybug's head down as another blast sent the car soaring into the park. They both vaulted to their feet, ready to dodge or fight, whenever another blast--not hardly 30 seconds from the last--slammed into Ladybug's chest. Chat cried out for her as she went flying back into a separate light post. She groaned at the painful strain to her back and looked up at her own timer--now blazing about her head. 5 minutes...and it was counting down faster than Chat's.

"Oh~," the akuma sang. "Oh my, kitty's gonna have a broken heart."

"You ready to tell us what it does?!" Chat demanded.

"If you haven't figured that out by now, then I'm definitely not going to tell you." Ladybug looked around. The epicenter of the attack was close; men and women bore the same timers-counting down. There was a sound of something chiming coming from Countdown's clock. Her eyes immediately darted almost manically around the square; Ladybug's eyes followed hers. One woman's timer hit zero and then she vanished. She reappeared, however, soon after--right as another woman's timer hit the same number. They stood in front of one another in a daze as a pink hue took over their irises. The akuma laughed gleefully. "I knew it~" She sang. "You two were totally soulmates!" She jumped up and down in delight. Ladybug's mouth fell open.

"You mean these silly timers are a soul-mate radar?!" She complained. The akuma's glee died down; a pout came on her lips.

"Yes, I can't believe I gave the game away..." Her pout disappeared as quickly as it had come. Her smile got wider. "There's also a compulsion charm imbedded into the beam. Those two will be going out to dinner. You two however...will deliver your miraculous once the timer reaches zero!"

Ladybug's lips twitched. The akuma realized it at the same time and let out a shriek of rage; they would be teleported to their soulmate. Which could be anywhere in the city. "Well, I suppose you'll have 4 minutes to try and take it, Countdown." She taunted as she dropped into a fighting stance. Chat, however, didn't move immediately; he was busy having an internal meltdown at the fact that Ladybug's timer was faster and lower. His timer had only just moved past 8 minutes.

"Ah," Chat shook himself. "I won't let such a silly thing as timers separate us, milady!" He declared with bluster, jumping upwards as a beam shot at his feet.

"Ah, but they are accurate," Countdown teased. "They'll transport you to your soul's one true fit."

"And how can you read our souls?" Ladybug asked as both of them crept closer to the distracted akuma. "What makes you the deciding vote?"

"I'm not~," she sang, "you are." Chat hooked his baton into a sewer drain lid while Ladybug kept the akuma's eyes on her. She shot her yoyo at Countdown's head. The woman dodged. "HA, you missed!" Her yoyo wrapped around the light post. Ladybug used the momentum of the string and the steadiness of the post to propel herself forward. The akuma dodged as Ladybug's feet flew past, but she couldn't dodge the sewer cap that Chat Noir hurled with his baton. It slammed into her and knocked her to the ground, but the clock did not break.

Which was unfortunate.

Ladybug's timer hit 0:00.

Luka yelped as a weight slammed into the deck beside him. He jumped up as he identified the mass on the deck. "Ladybug!" He cried out as she staggered to her knees. She pressed her palm to her forehead as if gathering her bearings. "Are you okay?" He asked as he helped her to her feet. She leaned into him for a moment, naturally, as if they had done it a thousand times, before pushing away.

"Yeah," she seemed to take assessment of herself and then gave a firmer nod, "yeah. I need..." She looked up at him, their eyes met, and her eyes glazed over in a pink film. Luka's stomach dropped. 'She's under the influence of an akuma,' he realized. He looked around the deck for something, anything that could snap her out of it or save him if the influence made Ladybug violent. "Luka," she called before he resolved himself to using his guitar for blocking. "Luka~" she sang. His eyes snapped over to her; first in alarm at the beautiful voice and then in true shock as her hands reached up for her ears. He realized immediately what the influence was. He grabbed her hands quickly and pulled them down by her hips. The action brought them closer--closer than he had ever thought he would be to the one who gave him the chance to be a temporary hero. "What are you doing?" She asked as she wiggled; a small giggle escaped her. He tried to ignore how jarring that sound was coming from the leader of the miraculous team and how familiar it seemed.

"Stopping you from making a mistake," Luka told her as he kept hold of her hands. He held her back into the depths of the boat, hidden from eyes.

"But you wanted to know my secret!" Ladybug protested. Luka almost tripped on the first step down into the hull, realizing that she was referencing his akumatization. He almost clipped his shoulder on the wall, but Ladybug pulled back just enough that he stayed on course.

"You don't want to do what you think you do," he told her soothingly. "I never should have asked."

"You should have! It was within your right to know!" Ladybug argued as she tried to wiggle her hands free. "I do love you, Luka," she said freely. His eyes widened; his grip on her hands loosened for a second. He scrambled to try and catch her hands as they darted up to her ears, attempting to make the most of her time freed. Luka did the only thing he could think of. He slapped his hands around her wrists and pinned them to the wall behind her. Her mouth fell open and a vivid blush spread across her cheeks. He took a deep calming breath.

"No, you don't." He argued. "It's the akuma making you-"

"No, it isn't." Ladybug retorted, trying to free her wrist in sharp bursts. Luka wondered idly why she wasn't overpowering him; in the suit, she was certain strong enough. 'But the compulsion isn't...there's something else to it. She didn't just appear to me randomly and she's acting almost...lovesick.'

"Ladybug, why are you here?" He asked.

"Countdown, the akuma, her beam is supposedly some soulmate timer or something corny like that..." Luka didn't have time to unpack all that, especially since her leg was now sliding up his. She could easily kick him away, all it would take was wedging her knee between them. He swallowed.

"I'm sorry about this," he apologized as he closed the small distance between them and pressed into her body. Her cheeks flooded with red and he was certain his own matched. "T-The, ah, compulsion is secondary to the timer?" He questioned. 'Get her thinking,' he rationalized. 'Engage her brain and she'll stop trying to expose herself...' Ladybug nodded. "Why is the thought that you love me more overpowering than the compulsion?"

"She's a matchmaking akuma," Ladybug clarified. "She said that I was the deciding vote about who I was transported to." Luka swallowed as he fought the urge to lay his head on her shoulder--even temporarily in exasperation. 'So, I'm gonna have to unpack it, huh?' He thought.

"So, subconsciously, you thought of me whenever she said soulmate?" Ladybug shook her head.

"No, I thought of you when she said 'my soul's perfect fit'. Soulmate is too...broad of a definition. If that were all, I could have just as easily teleported to Alya--since I consider her a platonic soulmate. But 'perfect fit' means more."

"That...doesn't sound like subconscious," he said weakly. It wasn't just her response; it was the name Alya combined with the way she said Ladybug smiled, but it was a trembling thing as if she didn't want to be saying all this. Luka's eyes widened. "You can't help but respond to me," he realized with dread.

"It doesn't seem like I have much of a filter," Ladybug agreed. Luka's mind raced.

"It's more than that, you have to be honest with your responses..." Ladybug nodded again. Luka pinched his lips together. "Shit, okay. Where is the fight happening?"

"Near the park that has the Ladybug and Chat Noir statue," she answered. Confusion had slipped into her tone.

"I want you to take me there."

"What? Why?"

"Because you are the only one who can purify the akuma."

"I'm not taking you into danger without a suit, Luka!" Ladybug argued; the first hints of her true self since before the pink glow. Luka pursed his lips.

"Please, Ladybug," he begged. She jerked as if he had slapped her; he bit into the inside of his cheek. A whine escaped the back of her throat as her head slammed into the wood of the boat.

"Don't," she protested weakly.

"Please," Luka repeated. He smothered the guilt as her pained eyes met his. He gave her wrists an apologetic squeeze as he stepped away and let his hands fall. His request seemed to overpower the compulsion as she stepped forward and let him out of the boat. She wrapped her arm around his waist and urged him to hold onto her. "Focus on the fight when we get there and I'll be safe," he told her as she swung the rope around a pipe jutting out from a house just a few feet from where they were docked. His breath caught as they were off. It was a jarring feeling, traveling by air-hanging from someone.

Before the feeling could make him dizzy, they landed at the fight. Chat Noir had broken the clock and freed the akuma. He had managed to cage it in his hands. The timer above his head read 4 minutes. He stared in astonishment at Ladybug and Luka. Luka caught her hands before they could dart back up to her earrings at the realization that there was no akuma, no fight to be had.

"The akuma needs to be purified," Luka tried. He didn't want to ask her to do something again whenever she couldn't resist. Ladybug's lips pouted.

"Yeah, but..."

"I need you to purify the akuma, Ladybug," Luka resigned himself.

"Thank you," Ladybug breathed, stunning him, as her yoyo wiped out. Chat's hands parted numbly, allowing Ladybug to catch it with her yoyo.

"Bye-bye, little butterfly," she said as the purified butterfly flew off. Now that the akuma was cleansed.

"Is the compulsion still-"

"No, it's not," Ladybug sighed in relief. She turned to him. Her blue eyes were shining with relief and true affection. Luka's stomach clenched. 'Oh,' he realized immediately. The words she had spoken under the influence of the akuma combined with the way she was looking at him now--'Marinette.' And it was like the mask no longer existed. He could see the freckles across her nose that were hidden by the mask. He kept his expression as neutral as he could. Then, Ladybug hugged him; and he didn't bother hiding the shock. "Thank you," she whispered somehow more earnestly than before.

"You're welcome," he murmured as she stepped back and let him go. He was aware of Chat's eyes fixed on them, but the black cat didn't say a word. Mari-Ladybug called for her Lucky Charm and threw it into the air. The Miraculous Cure washed over the city, Chat, and herself in turn.

"I'll tend to the akumatized victim," Chat Noir said in the silence that had settled once the ladybugs had retreated. "You should take Luka home." He added to Ladybug. Ladybug nodded.

"Right. Thanks, Chat."

Like before, they traveled in silence. As they landed back onto the deck, Luka rubbed the back of his neck and readied to tell her that he knew.

"Luka..." She interrupted. "I...know you aren't stupid...and we can eventually come back to this," the this was loaded, "but right now..."

"Hey, I told you didn't I?" He stuffed his hands into his pockets. "I'll be here when you're ready." He reminded her with a slight smile. Her breath caught. Her own smile, trembling with both heartache and relief, pulled her lips.

"Yeah." They shared a smile and she turned to leave. As she put her foot up on the edge of the boat, she turned back to him. "I meant it, you know," she reminded him. 'I do love you, Luka.'

"I know," he reassured.

#pro lukamari #pro lukanette #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #soulmate au

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mutant34 · 2 years

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Batgirl: The Story Begins

Gotham was under attack by the Joker, bombs placed all over the city, in the sewers and in buildings. Buildings were calapsing and roads were caving into the sewers. This was the biggest and most destructive attack on the city to date. Batman was fighting Joker while Knightwing and Robin (Jason Todd) were trying to find and disable as many of the explosives as possible. Barbra Gordon Aka batgirl was running down on the ground trying to find a safe spot to change, when a huge boom could be heard and building above exploded raining debre on those below. A man was lying on the ground (presumably tripped) getting trampled by stampedes of people trying to escape the chaos. Barbra spotted the man and a place to change she had to choose one life over hundreds and of coarse she ran in the direction of the man. She fought aginst the current scooping up the wounded man and rushing in a nearby alley way and sitting him aginst the wall. He had bruises and gashes and marks all over his body and then she noticed a peice of shrapnel (Metal bar of some kind) sticking out of his abdomen. He awoke, huffing and breathing fast. Barbra Neal's beside him.

Barbra: "It's going to be Allright "

The man continues to grain and huff.

Barbra: "What's your name"

the man looks up at her

Eddie: "Edward... Evan Nigma but y...ou can ca..ll me... Eddie"

Eddie flashed a weak smile

Eddie: "Every...one does".

Barbra: "I'm gonna call you an ambulance your gonna be ok"

Eddie: " I sai..d you cou...ld call me E...ddie"

Barbra ignored his bad joke but how could he joke at time like this but then again it was admiral how brave he was still keeping a cool mind and acting smooth even on cusp of death. She called the ambulance and waited with Eddie until it got there and started to run off but Eddie calls to her.

Eddie: "di...d'nt catch y...our name".

Barbra: "It's Barbra Gordon, but you can call me barbra".

Eddie flashes another weak smile up at her again

Eddie: "s...ee y...ou later then babs"

This time Eddie didn't smile but smirked. Barbra smiled and shook her he had purposely called her by a different name then she specified not that it botherd her and Eddie wasn't trying to. Babs, the way he said it didn't sound all that bad, she turned away and went to the spot she saw before and changed. Knightwing(Dick grayson) came over the coms.

Knightwing: "we stopped all the bombs we could there are none left were coming your way, Bruce"

Batgirl "I'm on my way too"

Batman(Bruce Wayne) came over the coms

Batman: "No, help all the injured or trapped civilians I've got Joker"

Knightwing and Batgirl: "on it"

Robin "no I want to help"

Batman: "And you will by helping those people"

Robin: "But"

Batman: "JASON YOU HAVE A JOB TO DO SO DO IT"

Robin: "IM GOING TO DO MY JOB ALRIGHT"

Jason hangs up. Few minutes later Dick calls back in

Knightwing:"I can't find Jason he gone"

Batgirl: "I think we all know where he going Bruce keep a look out for him will do the same"

Batgirl and Knightwing continued to look for survivors and Jason. Batman came back over the coms

Batman: "need you over at gotham cathedral now".

Dick and Barbra got over there as quick as they could to see Joker was jumping around cackling as he fought off Batman and Robin with a crowbar atop the roof of the cathedral. The building stood on the edge of a cliff that was slowly eroding much like the building, the cliff hangs over the water with sharp rocks below. Knightwing and Batgirl ran in the building, Dick kicked the stairwell door down and they began to climb their way to the roof. Joker smacked batman with his crowbar sending him flying and then rolling down the opposite part of the slanted roof. Batman caught the edge of the roof and dangled, while Joker then turned toward Jason and slowly walked toward him letting out terrifying laugh and smacked him with the crowbar and Robin hit the ground and Joker began to beat on him, smacking him repeatedly before batman was right behind him and had a hold of his neck and holding off the ground, choking him. Batgirl and Knightwing opened the door and ran onto the roof. Robin got up and Joker looked around frantically before taking atvantage of his free legs and kicking Jason, which pushed him backwards causing him to slip and fall off the roof and into water and sharp rocks below. Everyone stood still it happened so fast it was hard to process what just happened. Barbra and Dick ran to the edge of the roof looking Bellow trying to find some sign of Jason but there was no sign at least from what they could see. Barbra began to cry softly and Dick closed his eyes and sat quietly. Batman threw Joker half way across the roof. The Joker started giggling and laughing.

Batman: "WHAT WAS THE POINT OF ALL THIS"

Joker: " Batsy you know better then anyone, there is no reason, I do it cause I can, oh and cause I'm crazy enough to".

Joker let out a howl

Joker started standing up but the three heros walked toward him cornering him to the edge.

Joker: "I'm am agent of chaos, so you tell me what the point of all this was, because I sure as fuck don't know"

Joker let out a cackle and batman grabbed him and took the sharp points of the blades on his bracers and pushed them aginst Jokers neck. Joker didn't flench nor did he stop smiling.

Joker: " your probably wondering why I've been so silent I guess you could say I was focused, put on a great show and got rid of the brat" Batman was beginning to draw blood as he slowly pushed down trying to fight the erge to kill Joker but slowly failing to do so.

Joker: "he's gone for good you know your never gonna get him back"

Joker then let out goustly chuckle and that was the final straw, Batma drew back his arm and let it go but the blades stopped an inch away from Jokers face. Dick had caught batman's arm dick had tears running down his face.

Batman "let go"

Knightwing: "no this isn't they way Jason wouldn't want this he believed in justice and do process like the rest of us"

Batman: "and now he's gone and there only one to blame".

Batgirl walked over slowly

Batgirl: Knightwing's right do you want to dishonor his memory are you going stoop down to Jokers level. We can't control him but we can control ourselves and keep ourselves in line. We are the only thing keeping gotham intact if we fall so does gotham."

Batman looked at them and took his arm back and punched a Joker who was still smiling and giggling even after he was knocked out.The police got there and put Joker in the back of a prisoner transport van and the cost guard looked for Robin but they didn't find anything. The commissioner(Jim Gordon) walked over

Jim: They found nothing I offer my deepest condolences

Batman rages of in the direction of the batmobile and Knightwing followed after him. The commissioner grabbed his daughters arm.

Jim: " you know im here If you need someone to talk to I'm here for you".

Batgirl: "I know thank you but I think I just need some time alone".

Jim: of coarse take your time".

Batgirl walked off. Knightwing caught up to Batman. Batman stopped.

Batman: you were right the mantle of Robin is cursed".

Knightwing: "I wasnt right, my role as Robin made a better stronger person and it will continue to. It will do the same for the next robin.

Batman: "There won't be another Robin".

Batman got in car and drove off leaving Dick standing there all alone. This is was one of the reasons he stopped being Robin it wasn't the fact that he was robin it was how brice treated him when he was robin and even now he still treats him the same. Dick departed, just ready for today to end.

Barbra went to the hospital the next day to see Eddie, she got him a bouquet of purple flowers. Before she walked in the room she looked through the window and saw Eddie sitting up talking to a girl sitting in chair next to the hospital bed. For some reason Barbra felt disappointed almost upset and she couldn't understand why. Eddie saw her through the window and his eyes went big and then he starts to smirk which Barbra would consider anyone who smirks a shit head person but being a some what good judge of charichter knew Eddie was different. That smirk was actually kind of charming, it belonged there(Ironically more than you know Barbra).Barbra opened the door and walked into the room.

Eddie: "Babs, you came and you brought flowers how sweet"

Barbra face turned red, he was messing with her, so she shrugged it off and put the flowers on the table next to the hospital bed. The girl sitting next to Eddie got up and embraced Barbra in a hug.

Emily: Thank you for saving my brother he all the family I have left.

Shes his sister, this relieved her of whatever she was feeling earlier. Barbra then noticed girl currently hugging her was crying.

Eddie: "calm down Emily, oh Babs meet my sister Emily and Emily you've already met Barbra".

Emily let go and wiped the tears out of her eyes and looked down at her watch.

Emily: "I've got to go to work, it was nice meeting you Barbra".

Barbra: " it was nice meeting you too".

Emily: Eddy I'll be back this afternoon.

Eddie: oh yippee can't wait

Emily rolled her eyes at his sarcastic comment and exited the room and Barbra sat in the chair next to the hospital bed.

Barbra: So how are you feeling

Eddie: I'm feeling good soon I'll be out of here in 5 days

Barbra: you'll be out on Friday .

Barbra looked at the floor

Eddie: what's wrong

Barbra: nothing

Eddie gives her a look

Barbra: a friend of mine died yesterday, his name was Jason, he was like a brother to me.

Eddie: I'm so sorry if you need anything I'm here for you I mean right here I'm gonna be right here for five days.

Barba chuckled a little

Barbra: Thanks

Eddie: Your welcome.....,now I got a very Importent question for you.

Barbra: what

Eddie: what's your favorite color

Barbra looked at him for a moment

Barbra: that's your important question

Eddie: yes

Barbra rolled her eyes at him

Barbra: I've always been parshel to purple

Eddie: my second favorite color I can already tell were gonna get along just fine

Barbra couldn't help but laugh at his antics, but on already serious note she agreed. Eddie would be her first real friend who didn't go out at night in a goofy looking costume.

Barba: so what is your favorite color

Eddie: Green

NOTES

Knightwing isn't a misspelled at least in this case, in my universe that's how you spell it and yes its a play on dark knight.

Jason is dead of coarse not how he originally how he did in the comics I kinda redid it a little or lot whichever and Joker carrys a crowbar, were all screwed.

I know it's obvious red hood will be in the series so I want to hilight on the part where knightwing trys to convince batman that Jason wouldn't want him to kill joker but that iorny considering Jason gets mad at batman for not killing joker.

In this version, Nigma is Eddie's original last name.

Edwards middle name is evan in my version mostly cause I couldn't find his real middle name but also because I wanted somthing that stated with e. Edward Evan Nigma or Edward E. Nigma to me it makes more sense plus that's how most people shorten there name.

Used some slight flirty behavior and when I say slight I mean slight because In my head he a romantic and you know you have to include the smirk.

Thanks to that bar Eddie has a round scar on his chest hmmm almost like a bullet wound and the Joker caused it.

Emily Nigma or E.Nygma I used the original shortening for her name, we kinda had to.

I would like to mention that in this verse this is batman year 4.

Dick was Robin for two and a half years.

Jason was Robin for one and half years.

Barbra has been batgirl for 2 years.

Batman has fought Mr Zaz, Joker, Harley Quinn, Penguin, Catwomen, and Professor Pyg

Catwomen is reformed at least for now who knows if it will last.

If you remember me talking about those special crossover Q&A if these charicters are involved in those question they have a one near there name, they awnser and charicters from different stories will have different numbers next there names.

This story isn't finished still needs editing but it's good enough you'll read and get the main gist and there's gonna be more chapters

#batgirl #bat family #edward nygma #the riddler #nightwing #Robin #Batman

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bartistic · 3 years

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@redrobinperiodt requested Tim Drake Angst so here we go

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CW: Panic Attack, blood, injury, head injury, Joker, self-loathing

Tim felt sick to his stomach as the night rolled and tossed around him. He was breathing very hard— possibly, no, probably on the verge of a panic attack. He clenched his fists, which seemed stuck to his sides. Okay, five things you can see—

He opened his eyes. He couldn’t see anything. Not just pitch black, but darker. True, deep, nothingness black. With his mask on, though, he couldn’t tell whether he was blinded, blindfolded, or simply in a very dark room.

He could vaguely feel his limbs, which could be a good or bad sign. He couldn’t remember whether it ought to be a good or bad sign. With a numb hand he attempted to reach up to his face to check for a blindfold, but doubled over in pain as his arms met ropes instead. The movement stretched a wound he didn’t know he had, slick wet fluid making his clothes tacky.

Or maybe the fluid was something else entirely? Now that he was more tuned in, he noticed the smell. It was hard to believe he hadn’t noticed it before— the invasive and sluggish stench of Gotham’s sewers. He shifted his feet, hearing a soft and wet shlop echo through the wide chambers. He could hear the dripping of the condensation now, and the bustle of the city outside. Was it daytime? Tim couldn’t recall. He couldn’t hear anything out of the usual for the sewers... Killer Croc was still in Arkham, last time he checked, and without him the sewers were a relatively quiet, if definitely toxic, affair.

So the question remained: why was he in the sewers? He couldn’t recall how he got there— wracking his brain, the last memory he could think of was leaving to patrol. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually saw any of his family outside of uniform... He had his own apartment now. Where he could be a slob in peace, and not have to worry about sharing the coffee pot.

Shifting his arms served a dual purpose— it helped him to attempt to shimmy out of his bonds, gasping in pain all the while, and to feel the rope itself. The knot was surprisingly easy to loosen... suspiciously easy, in fact. With his arms free, Tim reached for his face, careful to mind the wound on his side.

He was relieved to find a blindfold tied securely over his mask. It was giving him a bit of a headache, actually, so it was a relief to pull it down. He carefully brushed past a tender bump that was sticky with blood.

Tim blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light— dim light, for sure, but enough to confirm his surroundings. He looked down at his feet. They were padlocked together, with a literal ball and chain attached and sitting in the muck a few feet away. He leaned back against the wall, which was moist (as expected. Ew.), and slid down the grungy bricks into a squat. Taking the lock picks out of his mask, he began to work at picking the padlock. With a finger, he absentmindedly brushed his hair out of the way behind his ear.

His ear, which ought to have a comms unit in it. Why didn’t it?

Breaking free of the lock he lifted a foot to step forward, but was stopped by a cackle. A familiar cackle.

A laugh familiar to any Gothamite, and more than familiar to any Bat.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, little birdie. A ha ha. Hee hee. OOH HOO HOO HOO we— we wouldn’t want to spoil the main event before we even got ready now would we? No, ha, we want to wait for the rest of the little birdies to come along and play before we can BLOW YOU ALL SKY HIGH AH ha HEE HEE,”

Sure enough, as Tim looked beneath the grime under his feet, he could see a pressurized plate. A mine, that would go off if he even shifted his balance too much to the side. There was a countdown on it as well, set to 18 mins and 20 seconds. 19 seconds. 18 seconds.

Tim was suddenly very glad he had only shifted his feet a little bit earlier, and while picking the lock.

“That is... if they even come for you. I don’t see, ha, why they’d care about such a miserable little bird! Look,” the Joker attempted to pout as he came prancing into view, “his poor wings are all soggy. Naughty naughty oil slicks, gooping up the birdies wings so they can’t fly! HAHAHA!” He leaned in close to Tim, using his hands to lift the sides of his cape, drenched in raw sewage, and flapping them. Tim stiffened slightly, preparing to attack, but the Joker stepped back, holding a small remote in his hand. “Ooh, good one boy blunder! You switch places with me, and I’ll press this lil button here! It does just the HA the funniest thing, y’see... it’ll set off a nice little chain reaction that will make the whole sewer go BOOM! HA HA HEE HA!” Joker pranced around, kicking sewage everywhere, splattering onto the walls, onto Tim, even onto his own purple suit. “Now let’s see. How shall we pass the time while we wait for dear old Daddy Bats to realize you’re missing? I think we ought to have a few days or so... HA! I ought to have a few days. You, ha, don’t have that much time, babybird.” Tim wasn’t sure where the clown had heard that nickname, but it made him sick to his stomach. Or maybe that was just the almost certain concussion. “Now how about a game of Go Fish?” Joker pulled a deck of cards out of his suit pocket. He shuffled them haphazardly, most of them falling into the lazy brown river below. They were all Jokers.

Tim’s attention was brought back to the man himself as the clown roughly grasped his hand, forced it open, and placed in it a hand of cards. Then with the same about of force, he shut the hand. Tim let out a stuttered inhale at the pain in his side. “Now, do you know how to play Go Fish?” Tim glared, but didn’t say anything. “So what you’re HA gonna do is, you’re gonna say a card. Like this:” he did a nasally, whiny imitation of Tim’s voice, “Do you have any sevens, Mr. Joker sir? And then *I* get to say NO!” He cackled and shoved Tim’s head all the way into the ground, through the sewage. Hard. Tim sputtered and flailed and desperately tried to keep balance as a spindly yet strong hand held his head in place. It was like a more tortuous version of the swirlies he’d never had to endure, but had heard about on the internet. “Go fish! A HA HA HEE HOO HEH. You’re no fun.” Tim’s head lolled on his neck, feeling too heavy to hold up. “I’m going to go hunt down some more friends for us to play with, alrighty? Have fun while I’m gone! Or don’t. HEE HEE HA HOO HOO!” The Joker kicked tim’s head from where he was kneeling on the ground. Then he left.

Tim’s thoughts were swirling, much like the muck they were surrounded by. It had to be daytime by now, surely Bruce and the others would have noticed he was missing. But would they? Asked another part of his brain. You’re the forgotten Robin, the unimportant one, you’re not even a real part of the family. Dick created the role, Jason died for it, Damian was born for it, what were you? Were you even needed? You just shoved yourself into their lives and everything became all the worse because of it. When’s the last time you’ve spoken to them, any of them? They don’t want to even be near you. They all hate you. They’ve noticed you’re gone alright, but whatever would make them want to come find you?

Tim settled onto the plate. 10 minutes, 57 seconds. He closed his eyes and tried to not think.

He didn’t know how long it was until he heard voices again.

“Hey assholes, I found him! He’s over here! He’s... oh fuck Timmy, that’s a lot of blood. You’re okay. Batman apprehended the bastard. I’ll kill him for you later though, okay babybird?” Tim shuddered at the nickname, letting out what could be called a whimper. “We got you, we’re taking you home.” Home. What was home. The manor? He looked up, head swaying. Red Hood was crouched in front of him, hands out in a placating gesture. He was flickering at the edges. Great, a caffeine-withdrawal-induced hallucination.

“No... y’ can’t...” He mumbled under his breath, his voice scratchy and dry-feeling. “Y’r not real. Y’r not coffee.” Jason— the hallucination— looked concerned. Tim felt a pressure on his head. He yelped. “G’t away... Y’ll set off th’ bomb...” The hallucination-possible-not-a-hallucination-jason cussed. Tim let out a soft huff of laughter. Who knew his imagination was so colorful.

“B, there’s a bomb here. We need immediate extraction and medical for Red Robin, I’ll do what I can to defuse it.”

“Pr’ssure Plate...” Tim murmured before he was under once more. And then there was shouting, and slapping of his face, which made his neck hurt and his face sting.

“No, you are not falling asleep on me! Dammit B, get here now!” Tim had never been the best at following orders. And he was running on no caffeine. He was going to take a nap now, and nobody could stop him.

Flashes.

Strong arms holding him, carrying him through the sewers.

Shouting from someone who sounded a lot like Dick, but that was impossible, because Dick wasn’t there.

Strong arms holding him, loading him into a car, careful of his head.

A squeeze from a small hand. “You are not going to die by the hand of that clown, Drake, I will not allow it.”

Pressure on his stomach, overwhelming pressure and pain and he was jackknifing and fighting whoever was pressing on his wound and there was more screaming but this screaming was him.

Finally, a steady beeping. He opened his eyes, then immediately shut them again. Too bright. He wished he had his Robin shades. He snuffled his nose and heard a noise in return. Someone at his bedside, then. He grunted. There was a gasp.

“Too bright. H’rts.” He watched from behind his eyelids as the flourescent lights were turned off with a click. Then he hazarded opening his eyes again. Bruce was sitting, asleep in a chair by the side of the bed, clearly in a very uncomfortable position. Tim had no doubts he’d had worse. At the door were Dick, Duke, and Stephanie. They looked as if they wanted to talk to him but didn’t want to risk waking a sleeping batman. Damian was at the light switch. Tim was officially confused. Fuck the sleeping Batman, he wanted answers. “J’ker?”

Dick scowled. “Arkham. Although he definitely won’t be out again for a while after Hood’s through with him.”

Cass spoke up from the other side of the room, “Wheelchair.”

Tim nodded. “Bomb?”

“It was a dud.” Tim frowned. That made no sense. Also, they were definitely hiding something.

“How long w’s i out?”

“4 days. You flatlined two times. Between the wound in your side getting infected by fucking sewage water and your memory-hazy brain injury, it’s a miracle you survived.” Steph looked angry. Then she began to cry. “You asshole! You almost died!” She looked as if she wanted to either hug him or punch him, but neither were a feasible option for the moment, so she settled on sniffing angrily at her tears and then purposely walking out. “I’m going to go make coffee. For myself.”

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whoo boy that’s all i got in me tonight. thanks for the request lol!

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Swearing Off Sewers

i literally meant to post this last saturday, and then had multiple reminders throughout the week to post it, but brain really just went “no<3″ huh lol. Anyways, fic! Hopefully i really only take a week next time instead of two lol

ALSO, this fic is based off this ask from an age and a half ago. I finished it last year and I don’t remember ever posting it? I thought I had, and maybe I did and didn’t realize it, but I went through all my posted witcher fics and couldn’t find it so I am posting it lol

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Fandom: The Witcher

Ship(s): Geraskier

Characters (lee/ler): Ler!Jaskier/Lee!Geralt

Word Count: 1692 words

Summary: After a nasty fight with a zeugl, Jaskier tries to help Geralt wash the stench of the sewers off. Unfortunately, Geralt is a little too sensitive for that.

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A zeugl.

Geralt had to fight a damn zeugl.

He waded through garbage, waste, shit, and who the hell knows what else, just to have it all sloshed up against him, into his face and under his armor, during the fight. He smelled worse than an outhouse, the people on the city streets giving him a wide berth when he eventually emerged from the sewers.

Wider than usual, at least.

But frankly, Geralt had no qualms about that. He didn’t want to smell like fucking zeugl any longer than he had to, and people practically racing out of his way meant that he could get back to the inn that much faster and call for a bath. Preferably one that was warm, after wading through ice-cold shit for the past couple hours.

Perhaps it was nearing time to head to Kaer Morhen for the winter.

Geralt was surprised the innkeep even let Geralt in. In fact, he looked like he wanted to kick Geralt out until he was more decent, but instead he led Geralt up to a room where a bath had already been prepared. Jaskier turned as he entered, wrinkling his nose at the stench Geralt dragged in with him.

Jaskier brought a hand up to pinch his nose closed and gave Geralt a once-over. “Next time you fight a zoo-zoo,” Jaskier said, “we’re rinsing you off outside first before your bath.”

“Zeugl,” Geralt corrected.

“No matter,” Jaskier said. “Get in the bath before I decide to do that anyway, how did you even make it through the streets.”

“Far more easily than usual,” Geralt grumbled, stripping off his armor as best as he could with his fingers still slick from waste.

Geralt sank into the bathwater with a sigh, his frozen-cold and sore muscles finally finding some respite. He’d spend the next week in the tub, if he could. Last time he fought a zeugl, he nearly had, and probably would have if he could. Vesemir still teased him about spending half a day in the bath, scrubbing away.

Jaskier made a dramatic retching sound. “These boots have seen their last days, Geralt. We ought to just throw them out the window right now, there’s no saving them.”

“They’re fine,” Geralt lied. Even with the coin from the zeugl job, he couldn’t wisely afford spending the coin on new boots.

“They are absolutely not, your feet were swimming in shit and piss, look at these! You can’t tell me you’re going to wear these again.”

It wasn’t like Geralt wanted to, he did rather enjoy being clean.

Jaskier made direct eye contact with him and picked up his boots with a ripped up, old rag. Geralt narrowed his eyes, hoping to silently threaten Jaskier into obeying. Jaskier dangled the pair of shoes out the window.

Geralt darted forward in the bath. “Jaskier, don’t you dare--”

Jaskier dropped the boots, and the now-soiled rag along with them.

Geralt growled. “And how do you expect me to walk around, now?”

Jaskier placed his hands on the edges of the tub and leaned over so he loomed over Geralt. “I will personally go and buy you a new pair in the morning, calm down. Now, let’s get this filth off you.”

Geralt sat with a scowl on his face as Jaskier scrubbed him down thoroughly, the water turning murky with all the muck. He scrubbed Geralt until his normally-dull skin was pink and pristine, lathering soaps into his hair with his fingernails, the strands finally turning white again under his touch.

Jaskier kept up his usual chatter the whole time, but most of it went in one ear and out the other. Geralt simply allowed himself to enjoy the warm water and the feeling of finally being clean again. And maybe enjoying the fingers scratching his scalp and combing through his hair, too. Not that he’d admit that

And then, when Geralt was boneless and relaxing back in the bath, eyes closed, he heard a splash and calloused fingers wrapped around his ankle, pulling his foot from the bath, yanking him deeper into the water in the process. He shot a glare up at Jaskier.

“Don’t give me that look,” he said, replacing the filthy rag in his hand with a scrubbing brush. “You were sloshing around in who the hell knows what, there’s no way you’re getting away just rinsing off these feet.”

Geralt grunted, but that grunt quickly turned into a loud, deep shout of, “Fuck!” as Jaskier dragged that terrible brush down the length of his foot. He jerked in the bath, the murky water sloshing and splashing up to soak Jaskier, the bard himself standing dumbstruck and dripping and glaring.

“And just what was that?”

“Nothing,” Geralt growled, trying unsuccessfully to take his foot back. He didn’t want to tug too hard and hurt Jaskier, but his grip was too strong otherwise.

Jaskier tightened his grip, tugging Geralt back toward him again. “That was not nothing, and now I’m wet. What do you have to say for yourself, hm? You best behave when I’m trying to help, you big grouch, now hold still.”

Jaskier dragged the brush down his foot again, and Geralt couldn’t help the deep yelp that escaped from his lips, clapping a hand over his mouth and tugging at his leg once more, though this time far more frantically. Jaskier grumbled and tightened his grip again, going so far as to pin Geralt’s ankle under his arm to get the leverage he needed to scrub the gunk off.

“Ah,” Jaskier said after a moment of Geralt’s barely-controlled squirming, smile evident in his voice even if Geralt couldn’t see his face. “I see what’s happening, now. A bit ticklish, hm?”

“No,” Geralt lied, voice strangled.

Jaskier paused and turned to give Geralt an unimpressed look. “You, my dear witcher, are a terrible liar.”

And then Jaskier pushed the brush deeper against Geralt’s skin and started scrubbing once more, and Geralt couldn’t hold himself together any longer. He snorted and let out deep, rumbling laughter, making every effort to keep it quiet. He buried his face in both hands, sinking deeper into the tub. The witcher mutagens prevented him from blushing, but Geralt felt himself heating up nonetheless.

“Teach you to make such a big fuss,” Jaskier muttered. “And to make such a big mess!”

“Jaskier--”

But Geralt’s protests were cut off by Jaskier scrubbing the brush under his toes, the bristles sneaking between them to torment the sensitive skin. All of Geralt’s focus went to trying not to screech, aside from a small portion that went toward trying not to hurt Jaskier as he struggled to take his leg back, kicking gently to get Jaskier to release him.

And, to his surprise, Jaskier did. Geralt’s foot splashed back into the tub, and his laughter tapered off into embarrassed chuckles. He still refused to look up out of his hands.

“Who knew,” Jaskier laughed. “Even witchers can be adorable!” He gave Geralt a wry look as he reached into the bath for Geralt’s other ankle. “Well, I already knew, of course. Can’t hide anything from the eyes of a bard.”

“Can hide plenty,” Geralt bit out, splashing Jaskier to try and convince him to leave his feet alone.

Jaskier gasped, affronted, and wrenched Geralt’s foot out of the water. He lifted the brush threateningly and Geralt froze.

“Couldn’t hide this,” he replied cheekily.

“Jaskier,” Geralt said. “Put the brush down.”

“And how are you planning to make me, Giggles?”

The brush scrubbed harshly against the arch of Geralt foot and he jerked, sloshing bathwater onto the floor once more. He gripped the sides of the tub as he cackled as quietly as he could, hoping the rest of the inn couldn’t hear him.

“You really ought to smile more,” Jaskier said. “It suits you, makes your face less harsh.”

Geralt didn’t bother trying to reply, he simply lifted his free foot out of the bath and tried to shove Jaskier’s hand away at the very least, if not shove him away entirely. He was unsuccessful, snorting as Jaskier took a brief detour to his heel to scrub it clean before moving back up toward his toes.

Enough was enough, Geralt decided as he swallowed another mirthful screech. He tugged hard, pulling Jaskier down into his murky, smelly, lukewarm bathwater. Jaskier surfaced as Geralt caught his breath (quickly, thanks to his mutagens), sputtering and slicking his hair out of his face. His chemise was so soaked that it had become transparent, and the scrub brush had thankfully been lost in the tub.

Jaskier wrinkled his nose. “Well, now I need a bath. And you still reek, you could use a second one.”

“I was swimming in the sewers.”

“I’d like to suggest a new rule,” Jaskier said, hands searching the bottom of the tub. “No more taking jobs in sewers and trash heaps.”

Geralt shrugged, catching Jaskier’s wrist with inhuman speed as his hand shot forward, scrub brush raised threateningly. “Never said being a witcher was clean work. Or that it smelled nice.”

Jaskier grumbled and dropped his hand. “Fine, I’ll call for a second bath. Hand me that towel over there, will you, dear heart?”

Geralt sighed and reached up and behind his head to tug the towel off it’s hook. Of course, he should have learned by now not to let his guard down around Jaskier, as there was suddenly a terribly ticklish scrubbing against his armpit and upper ribs.

Geralt cried out, the laughter practically startled out of him, and yanked his arm back down to guard the sensitive spot. Jaskier was laughing in the bath across from him, and Geralt had to resist the urge to dunk him back under the water.

“Go call for the new bath,” he growled, reaching for the towel much more carefully. “We’ll see who’s laughing then. Maybe I’ll decide you need some help cleaning yourself, next.”

Jaskier cleared his throat, cheeks going pink as he clambered out of the tub. “Right. I--I will go and do that, then.”

Geralt smirked and watched him go. Revenge would be sweet.

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