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Accidental Targ

Scene III: i told you to hold my hand! | Masterlist

Daemon Targaryen x Modern!Reader

Summary: After coming to terms with the fact you were in King's Landing some two thousand years before your birth, you get reunited with your friend and try to manifest your way back to the present. For the meantime, Harwin Strong is your bodyguard.

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: fem!reader, time travel au, descriptions of reader's hair, incestuous gremlin!daemon, very sus and innappropriate boss-employee dynamics, low key sugar daddy!otto hightower vibes, crackfic, typos, etc.

A/N: GUYS I DID IT. I FINISHED IT 😫 Also, its come to my attention that perhaps the way i planned out everything geographically is ??? bad but no its not just roll with it AND!! remember yall voted for him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i have a feeling you didnt read the prompt fully but whatever HAHAHAA i honestly have no idea where i meant to take this fic, so ???? enjoy?? HAHHAAH

Shoot me if I ever say it again, but for now: gods bless capitalism, specifically for it desecrating a national landmark.

Where once I was one of the people who protested against the building of the High Garden Centre, girl, was I thankful that the old ruins of the fucking Red Keep laid there as a little ol' artsy featurette.

"What's that sound?" Daemon asks as we stand from our spot.

I turn to my side, never before so relieved to hear and see, no more than two blocks away, a rave spilling out of a club, the very one Libby and I were at before we got into this shit show. "That, my prince, is called EDM."

I hurriedly run to Libby's side to pick her up, but Daemon does that himself. He get down and pulls the blue haired woman on his back, and I help him. At the same time, I feel a buzz from my satchel.

My phone!

Daemon watches me as I frantically claw for my device. The amount of texts and call notifications that pop up on my screen is overwhelming. I decide to just let it go off and grab Daemon's arm, "come on."

We walk down from the ruins, shifting through the shrubs and foliage around it. I catch the sight a mall cop and feel agitated when he looks over. He couldn't care less though, the site was open to the public after all, and with a literal club being right there, we were the least of his worries.

We pass the rusty chain fence surrounding it, and draw near Harrenhal (the club). Once we're there, a bunch of men hoot and holler at me. I ignore them as they say something about my 'Targaryen' hair and it dawns on me they were probably calling me princess and lady because I was still in a fucking Targaryen era dress.

Still, I ignore the stupid fucks as they ask to see my pretty skirt, opting to walk faster instead. I was horrified by how loud and violent Daemon's scream was.

He shouted so gutturally that I couldn't understand a lick of The High Valyrian flaming out of his mouth. The vein on his neck popped out and I literally had to hold him back from charging and dropping Libby.

"Daemon, please!" I whimper, heart racing, "Libby's still on you-"

"Grab her and I'll fucking ram steel down- COME OVER HERE AND SAY THAT AGAIN. SAY THAT-"

Steel? I look to his belt. Fucking seven hells, he brought Dark Sister?

I look back at him with wide eyes, feeling nauseous now that I've caught how maddened he looked.

In a panic, I gently pat his face while pulling his arm back, "Daemon, please."

He doesn't look at me.

My voice gets softer and my eyes water, "Daemon, I beg you."

He huffs and clenches his jaw, still not sparing me a glance.

"We don't have time for them," I whisper and keep my hand on his cheek, "I'm just going to connect to the club's wifi from here, then I'll can call us an Ubor."

Daemon does not tear his gaze from the men, who eventually waddle away to whatever sewer they came from, still hollering bullshit as they did.

"Kesan daor nārhēdegon naejot nyetodha aōha irosh," Daemon mutters. I will not forget to slit your throats.

The relief that washed over me was unparalleled when I booked an Ubor set to arrive in 3 minutes. I whimper and rub my eyes, "okay, not long now."

Daemon finally looks at me, still visibly pissed, and adjusts Libby on his back.

I wipe my face, "we're just going to get in the c-" Fuck... I should probably prepare him for the car.

"Okay," I raise my hands, "we're going to get in a metal..." I motion to the space, "... there's going to be a- a- carriage? But with no horse... but and when I get in, you just get in with me, okay?"

Daemon's expression is now one of confusion.

I sigh and place a hand on his shoulder, "it's going to be okay."

His lips curl, "... OK."

I screw my eyes shut and shake my head rapidly, "I mean alright. Alright! ALRIGHT!"

Daemon takes in my visible frustration and nods slowly, "OK."

To be honest, Daemon was a pretty good Ubor passenger, save for the fact his sword nearly cut me, Libby, him and the fucking car seats when he tried to sit without removing his scabbard first. We were lucky the driver seemed to be used to... ren fair people.

He also seemed to be used to driving people to the ER. I was too relieved to think realize how fucked up that kinda is in the moment. Needless to say, I gave him 5 stars and an extra tip.

With Dark Sister in my grip and Libby in Daemon's arms, we finally made it to Lannister Medical Center.

The moment we get there, I run inside the ER and break down at the first nurse I see. I infodump everything, how Libby got attacked, how Harwin lost her, how some maesters tried to help us, how she lost a lot of blood, how I'm afraid she's going to die, how Daemon ended up carrying her, and I just keep going up until I saw Libby's blue hair scattered on a stretcher and the nurse told me to sit down.

I didn't have much fight in me left to argue, so I sit myself down on the bench. But then I see the nurse speaking to Daemon, who, seemed to be explaining what had happened, and I panic all over again.

Before I could stand though, another nurse was there to accommodate me. He did a checkup on me, asked me how I was feeling, and asked if I needed anything to calm down.

I told him I was fine and proceeded to answer his other questions. Daemon eventually came to my side and eyed him.

The nurse gives me a nod and offers a smile, "you seem to be physically well. Just let yourself relax. The doctors have your friend; they'll do their best to help her."

"Thank you."

The nurse nods again. He gives me and Daemon one last look before walking off.

I grab Daemon's hand once it's just the two of us. I look up and shudder, "we did it."

He looks down at me, violet eyes solemn. He brings a hand to my cheek and swipes at my cheek, "ȳdra daor limagon."

"I don't know what that means," I mumble.

"I said don't cry, pretty girl," he kneels in front of me, "worrying will not save your friend."

I stare at him, feeling my heart race and belly roll because of the look he had. He brushes my silver hair back behind my shoulders, only intensifying the flurry in my stomach. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, suddenly, my stomach growls. Oh.

Daemon turns his eyes to my belly as I clutch it.

"You want something to eat... prince?"

Daemon reaches a hand out, "lead the way."

I take his hand, grab Dark Sister, and hand it to him. He fastens his scabbard as we exit the ER and I go through my satchel, fishing for my wallet. Just before I get it, I remember that I blew most of my money on the Ubor.

"Fuck," I curse and turn to Daemon, "I don't have enough money."

Daemon rests his hand on his sword and simply stairs.

"I don't have coin," I clarify. I look around the road and figure our chances of riding a bus at this hour was nonexistent. I give him a look, "do you mind walking home with me?"

Daemon raises a brow, "as opposed to swimming home with you?"

I raise my brows and sigh, "Daemon-"

"Lead the way," he nods and points, "I am not one to tire easily."

I nod and slice through air to drive a point, "okay. No matter what happens," I reach out to him, "you have to hold my hand, okay?"

He looks at my hand then my face, his violet eyes sparkle with amusement. He chuckles but he links his fingers between mine (overkill if you ask me). I'm glad goosebumps don't form.

Daemon smiles softly, "you take me for a child, riña?"

"This child knows how to cross the street," I squeeze his hand harder than necessary and begin to walk off, "I'm not sure you do, kekepa." Grandfather.

Daemon laughs, full-on throwing his head back, "how hard is it to cross? You jus-"

His words go dry when an empty school bus passes us. He was so stunned by the yellow contraption, I had to tug his arm to continue walking.

Just then, a Megatron looking-ass truck drives down the street. I hiss and curse the 14 wheeler for emitting such horrible smoke, eyeing it as it drives away.

Meanwhile, I catch the prince's stunned reaction and almost feel bad for finding it funny. Almost.

We arrive at my apartment about 20 minutes later.

I press the elevator button and turn to Daemon, "don't put your arm between the door, okay?"

Daemon gives me a look.

The elevator opens and we step inside. Daemon gives me a look, "we have lifts you know."

I pull my head back, "you do?"

"At the wall," Daemon retorts as the elevator door closes.

"The wall?" I think for a moment, "ahh. You're right."

A beat.

I knit my brows, "wait, you've been to the wall?"

"Of course I've been to the wall."

The moment we get to my place, relief washes over me. I take my shoes off and scoop my hair in front, "fucking rip this dress off me."

Without a single thought between his brows, Daemon's reaches out to undo the ties at the back of my dress.

Just before he does this, I hear him walk in with his boots and nearly have a heart attack when he passes my threshold.

"OH, ABSOLUTELY NOT!" I turn and shove him back, "take your crusty boots off now!"

Daemon looks at me in bewilderment but walks back and doesn't protest as he removes his shoes. He places his shoes on the rack along with mine.

Not wasting time, he catches my arm and yanks me towards him. He spins me around and immediately undoes the back of my dress. I hastily begin to tug my dress down once I can.

He chuckles, "eager girl."

I rather literally jump out of my dress when I can. Pent-up rage overcomes me. I turn around and start kicking the dress away, releasing all my frustration and anger out on the thing. I curse 8th century Westeros and the Red Keep in particular and assault the object until I'm out of breath.

I proceed to jump onto my sofa and allow exhaustion to finally take over my being.

A second later, I catch Daemon's expression and realize, he probably thought he was going to get lucky when I asked him to basically strip me naked.

"Ahh," I get back on my feet, "sorry about," I point to the dress, "that."

Daemon says nothing as he steps closer. He reaches out for my hip and I swat his hand away. I shake my head, "this is my house."

He chuckles as I evade him on my way to the kitchen, which was not nearly as far as it should have been. The prince eyes the space, "yes. An impressive little room you've got." He follows after me, "I'd love to see the rest of it."

I look at him as I reach my fridge and open the door.

Daemon squints at the light that radiates on me. I cuss at the fact I only had cereal (no milk) and some vegetables that have gone bad. I grab the paper box and hand it to him. He blankly stares at it as I discard the vegetables.

Daemon's brows contort at he box, "it's cold."

I wash my hands, "yeah, refrigerators do that."

"Gra'-nola," he reads.

"Granola," I correct as I dry my hands on my shift.

I'm suddenly struck with the realization his grubby has have never seen antibacterial soap. I snatch the box from him and motion to the sink, "wash your hands."

Daemon turns to the sink and purses his lips.

For a second, I debate if he'd melt if he uses something antiseptic, but then figure I should still take my chances.

I prop the cereal on the counter and exemplify him how to wash his hands. Daemon, with slight reluctance, pumps some hand wash on his palm, opens the sink, and rinses.

I excitedly applaud him once he was done.

"A hand towel," he raises his dripping hands.

I look around even though I didn't have a hand towel. I shrug, "I usually just use my pants."

Daemon shakes his hands by the sink, "your pants?"

"Yeah. They're like clothes that you put on your-"

He grabs my shift and pulls me closer. He wipes his hands on it, "I know what pants are, princess."

I push him off and smirks as he dodges. I make a face, "well, I do so beg your pardon, your majesty."

The prince lets out a low laugh, "don't get too brazen, or I'll have you begging till you weep."

I quickly change the subject, "get that damned sword off your hip." I shoo him and rummage through my kitchen cabinets.

Daemon watches this and chuckles again. He tilts his head as he eyes my legs. He undoes his scabbard, sets it on my dining table, and pulls out a chair. He sits down just as I find a can of Sbam. Huzzah!

I grab a chopping board and open the can. A small smile spreads on the prince's lips as stares. But then, his expression drops when I shake, or try to shake, the processed meat out of the can.

I huff once I've succeeded, and I begin to cut the Sbam chunk, "you know this was in created during the war," I slice a piece, "it saved a lot of people from starvation."

"Which war?"

I freeze when he says this. I open my mouth then close it, unsure if recounting the details of world wars to him was a good idea, "you know what, never mind that."

Once I was done with the Sbam, I got a pan and heat it up. I get a plate and a loaf of bread, then place it on the table.

I click my tongue at the sight of his sword, "off the table!"

Daemon watches as I take Dark Sister and replace it with the plate and bread. I place the sword by the shoes and he takes the plastic wrapped bread. He feels the material and opens it, "what is this?"

"Bread," I retort, going back to my pan.

"No, I know that, but what's it wrapped with?"

I give him a quick look, "oh, plastic," I begin to cook the Sbam, "it's made of carbon... I think- I dunno- don't quote me on that."

Daemon opens the bag and takes a slice of bread. He pulls his had back, "it's sliced."

I beam and jump excitedly, "it is! It's sliced bread! Betty White is older than sliced bread! And so are you!"

Daemon ignores this as he sniffs the piece in his hand. He takes a bite then and makes a face, "why does it taste like that?"

"Like what?"

His brows knit and his eyes narrow, "like a pretender."

I burst into a laugh. I flip over the Sbam with a spatula, "imitation bread?"

"It wants so earnest to be bread," he pushes the loaf away and shakes his head, "but it clearly isn't."

I laugh even harder.

He snorts at my reaction. He smiles as leans back on his chair. A few moments later, he grows serious, "you ought to dismiss your royal baker."

Oh. My lips twitch and I chuckle under my breath, "ah, yes. My royal baker. Yes, I will dismiss my royal baker for making horrible sliced bread. Yes."

The Sbam was now cooked. I present it to him on a plate, "bon app-- ... I hope you like it."

Daemon leans forward to scrutinize the dish.

I press my lips into a line as I sit down next to him. I take a slice of imitation bread and fold in a slice of Sbam. I realize just how hungry I was after taking a bite. Through half-full mouth, I mutter, "it's good."

Daemon watches me and follows suit. He takes some bread and Sbam, then chomps.

I stop chewing. Wait, what if he gets an instant heart attack because his living fossil-self can't handle processed food?

He licks his lips and chews. I begin to grow more agitated as he makes a face.

"It's delicious," Daemon says, going in for another bite.

My agitation turns into shock, "really?!"

"Well, it's no roasted pork, but it'll suffice," he mutter between chews.

I let out a soft laugh and nod, "I'm glad it's enough for the prince."

"I'm honored the princess herself made it for me."

Aw, fuck. Who's gonna tell him?

There is a knock on my door. At the same time, my phone rings.

Daemon is alerted by the sound and I dash away to finally answer my phone.

"What is that?" the prince asks.

"It's my phone. Remember? You can call people with it."

Daemon narrows his eyes as I rummage my bag for my device. The knocking on the door gets louder.

I turn to the door, "just a minute."

I find my phone and feel my stomach drop at the caller ID. The banging on the door persists.

I answer the phone and head for the door, "hello?"

"Fucking hells!" the voice is worn and apparently worried, "where the fuck have you bee-"

"It's not you outside, is it?" I cut him off as I head for the door.

"What?! No! I'm in the fucking North, dammit! Your friends have been calling me nonstop, since fucking Sunday! -"

I open the door and my face falls. Standing before me is a man in a dark teal suit; his tie was loose, his stubble was thick, and he held what looked like a dozen bags in his hands.

"- You and Libby have been fucking missing for days! Where-"

"Mr. Hightower," I lower my phone as the man on the other end continues to chastise me.

Otto Hightower looks me up and down, then sighs, "out of the way."

Without another thought, I step back to let him in. He expertly slips out of his leather shoes then heads towards my sofa. He places all the bags on the coffee table. I follow after him.

I hear my name being shouted from my phone. I close the door and follow after Otto.

I listen in on the call again and I hiss when the voice pierces my ear drum, "Jon, calm down."

"CALM DOWN!? HOW CAN I BE CALM WHEN YOU WON'T TELL ME ANYTHING!?"

I begin to panic when Daemon walks over.

"Who is that?" Otto asks me. He notices Daemon, then makes a face, "who are you?"

I look at Otto, then Daemon, and dash over to the prince, grabbing his hand. I watch in real time the recognition and disbelief that floods the Targaryen's features as he watches the other slowly remove his tie.

"Libby and I got stuck in the ren-fair!" I reply to my phone.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING CALL?!"

"MY PHONE DIED, JON!" I shout back a lie.

Otto's brow raises. He looks at me and mouths, "Jon?"

I ignore that and groan "LOOK! I'm fine! Libby's-- ... Libby's," I whisper softly, "in the ER-"

"THE ER-"

"I'M TAKING CARE OF HER!"

"WHY THE FUCK IS SHE IN THE ER?!"

"Libby's in the ER?" Otto mutters.

I raise a finger to answer my phone, "Jon, please. I'll explain everything tomorrow."

He screams my name and I have to rip my phone away from my ear again. I vaguely hear him rant about how I should explain why his sister is in the fucking ER.

"Jon, Jon, I love you but I have to go," I quip and immediately end the call. I turn on airplane mode and throw my phone on to the couch.

I release a breath and find myself pulling a smile as the man in the suit eyes me. He's about to speak, but Daemon beats him to it.

"What was that?" the prince asks, pulling me by the arm to face him.

I turn to him and make a face. It's Otto that answers for me, "her ex boyfriend."

I turn to Otto as he tilts his head and raises a brow, as if daring me to correct him.

I do, "my best friend's brother."

Daemon eyes Otto; the latter makes a face, "who used to your lover," he crosses his arms, "I'm offended you take his calls but not mine."

"And who are you?" Daemon hisses, stepping towards him.

Without missing a beat, Otto meets his gaze and scoffs, "who are you?"

Daemon's pulls his chin back and chuckles dryly. His expression screamed FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT.

I jump in front of him, my back presses his chest. I give a nervous laugh, "Mr. High- Director- Mr. Director- sir. This is Daemon."

Otto watches as I grip Daemon's hands behind me.

"And Daemon," I barely look at him over my shoulder, "this is... my... employe-"

"Otto Hightower," he cuts me off, bringing his hand into his breast pocket, "Director and CFO of King's Landing Holdings."

I wince, fuck.

"King's Landing?!" Daemon laughs out loud.

Otto produces a business card.

"It's a company!" I turn around and wave my hands, "it's a company! An establishment!"

Daemon does not tear his eyes away from him.

"He's my employer!" I explain.

Otto offers a piece of paper between his fingers.

The prince looks at it and slightly pushes me away, "what's he doing here then?"

"That's hardly any of your business," Otto retorts, tucking his business card back into his pocket.

Daemon laughs and finally turns to me. He mutters something in High Valyrian along the lines of 'let me do something' and 'stabbing'. I frantically shake my hand and push him back.

He thankfully relents and I sit him back down on my dining table.

My relief is fleeting when I realize the only reason Daemon didn't refute was because Otto was trailing right after me. My stomach drops when I feel a hand on my back.

Otto is right behind me. He places a few of the paper bags he brought on the table. He opens them, "I bought you dinner."

I turn to him, intent to tell him he shouldn't have.

"Amongst other things," he adds.

Daemon barks, "we have dinner."

"How did you even know I was home?" I say at the same time.

Otto's eyes flick to him, to the plate of Sbam on the table. His face is blank as looks back to me. He decides to remove his coat jacket, "I suppose you'd-" eyes Daemon, "-also think a candle equal to a campfire."

"Mister Hightower," I helplessly mutter.

He hangs his jacket on the backrest. He turns to me, "and you were missing--"

My expression sours.

"-- what did you expect me to do? I obviously utilized my connections. I'm offended you'd ask me such a thing."

Daemon mutters something in High Valyrian again.

"Of course, I had come see you myself," he looks at me through his lashes as rolls up his sleeves. My eyes dart to his sleeve tattoos and arm veins. When I begin to scrutinize the hairs on his skin, I realize I've stared to long.

In a panicked frenzy, I begin to unpack one of the paper bags. He, himself, brings out a stack of food containers and places them on the table.

The smell alone makes my stomach grumble.

Otto steps away and comes back with plates and cutlery. He places one plate in front of me, and has a prolonged stare at Daemon before placing the other in front of Daemon. He says, "I would hate for prince Daemon to be reduced to eating Sbam for dinner."

My expression drops. Daemon does not move an inch.

Otto turns to me and pulls out the chair. I take a moment before sitting down, because, really, did I have any other choice?

Otto opens the containers one by one and my mouth waters as I see lobster, lamb, and lemon cakes. He serves me meat and veggies, "I would assume you're not hurt like your friend."

I watch as he places food on my plate. I gulp before responding, "I'm just... tired."

"Then, I would also assume you'll not be attending work tomorrow," he takes my hand, putting the utensils in them. He scrapes a chair to my side and sits down next to me, urging me to eat with a motion.

I look at Mr. Hightower, "oh no- I will! I will-"

"You won't," he raises a hand, "see to it you're well rested."

I turn to my plate, feeling a flurry in my stomach over his words.

"Are you not going to serve your prince?" Daemon cuts in, raising his brows.

The lamb I was about to eat drops back to my plate.

The two glare, as if willing the other to spontaneously combust.

Before anything else could happen, I stand and reach out to Daemon's plate. I squeak when both grab me by the wrist.

My throat tightens.

My heart races when Daemon stands, "release her."

Otto raises his brows and tilts his head, "sit back down."

I rip my wrists out of their grips. Thankfully, neither put up a fight.

They stare at each other for what felt like ages. My agitation rockets when I see my boss begin to fidget with his hands the way he did when he was annoyed and ready to do something drastic.

I give Daemon a panicked look and grab his wrist, "kostilus." Please.

Daemon clenches his fist.

I continue to beg him until he sits.

I squeak when he grabs my chair by the seat and pulls me towards him. He mutters, "kesan daor emagon ao va bona run." I will not have you near that thing.

I turn to Director Hightower; I could see his annoyance building.

Fuck.

"Miste-" "Enjoy your meal then," he speaks as he stands. He grabs his coat and points, "I've bought some first aid things. I'm sure your friend can help you put that away."

I move to stand but Daemon stops me. He looks up at Otto in disgust, "do mind the steel contraptions on your way out."

I snap at Daemon, eyeing him hotly. He places a hand over my legs, ensuring I do not evade him. I watch as Mr. Hightower heads for the door, and in a split second decision, I turn to the prince and kiss him on the lips.

He is evidently taken aback, but it only takes him another second to get into it. Once he's put his guard down, I rip away from him and chase after my boss just as he exits my apartment.

"MR. HIGHTOWER!"

Otto turns around. I huff as I meet him just outside my door, "I'm really sorry about him. He's... he's just like that."

"You're not responsible for the actions of others," he retorts, nonchalant.

"I know. But still-"

"You are responsible for the company you keep," he adds.

I brush my silver hair back, "and you're not responsible for my well-being."

He snorts and shakes his head, "I'm your superior."

I press my lips into a thin line, deciding not to get into this conversation right now, "that, you are, Director."

We stare at each other for a moment. I examine his well-ironed suit, noticing how he didn't bother to fix his tie or buttons any more.

"I'll-"

"Is he not-" Daemon kicks the door open.

My eyes widen, "DAEMON-"

"-fucking gone yet?!" he points Dark Sister in an offensive stance. I yelp when he swings his weapon and scratches the door.

Otto's fight or flight instincts kick in and he takes flight down the hall.

"DAEMON-" I scream. I duck down and grab him by the torso, "STOP IT!"

Daemon screams out in High Valyrian. He laughs and lowers his sword, "yeah, you better run."

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sweeneydino · 2 months

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6. No idea if you like the ghosts-haunting-the-wrong-turtle enough to keep running with it, but I think it’s a really funny.

First of all, the ghosts waiting for the nth time— which is n times too many!— to see if Ronin will live (I don’t think he’s making it out of this one, guys…) and reviewing what the welcome wagon will say (We missed you, we’re proud of you, living the longest doesn’t make you the oldest—) when his spirit just goes *pop*. Dead silence, if you will.

And thus begins a mutiversal ghost hunt. (“Hello other dead us-es, have you seen an extra Mikey ghost around?” “No, but have you seen a lost Donny?”) They bop around a few universes until— yep, Mike’s soul is definitely SOMEWHERE in this universe. Wow! Things are weird and dense here.

Mikey: Hello, ghostly apparitions that look worryingly like my brothers! How are we today?

Ghosts: *water bubbling, fire crackling, wind howling*

Mikey: …I see!

(I can’t imagine the ghosts could like… communicate verbally to the living, or it would blow the whole identity issue wide open. They open their mouths and it’s just… ambient sounds related to their death.)

If there were ghosts, I think Splinter would 100% sense them, but initially be unable to tell who/what they are. Are some sewer maintenance workers haunting his house???? (No Michelangelo, he says, while doing the spiritual equivalent of shooing the ghosts away with a broom, I don’t think these things you are seeing are cause for concern, but let me know if it continues.)

The ghosts meanwhile, are in for a bit of a ride.

(‘Daw, it’s good to see Mikey smiling again.

…hey guys, don’t you think Spike’s acting weird for a turtle?

Stop reading into things too much.

…

Shit, Spike’s in the mutagen.

Oh, that’s absolutely Slash, we need to warn Mikey!

…

Well, there he goes…

…

Did Slash, or Titan, whatever, seem familiar to you?

Well sure, that was Slash, we know him, but he’s disappeared now, so I don’t think—

No… I mean, are we sure Mike got reincarnated into a *mutant* turtle body?

…oh shit)

…Do you think that the Ronin brothers meet Tang Shen?

Titan starts seeing his brothers while he’s defending NYC during the Kraang invasion, and just mentally shrugs, because, yeah, figures that he’d start imagining things around now.

And lastly:

Splinter, after everything’s settled and he’s figured out who the ghosts are: So, what can you tell me about the spirits following you?

Titan, who thought he was hallucinating again: the w h a t?

Pictured: Ghost gossip Mikey is not privy to.

Idk how but you managed to get it spot on- lol I'm not sure if I can answer all this without spoiling much .... oh well! I'll give short answers :))

They do go on a little ghostly adventure for their missing brother, mostly when they feel something pull on them when someone we know experiences a rather shattering revelation before being pushed off a building.

The ghosts do actually speak like that :O With how the 2012 universe goes, I thought it'd be nice to have the Ronin boys look/sound a little creepier. Since 2012 is so messed up lmao.

Splinter does, in fact, sense them and can't seem to put a finger on their identity, especially a certain one he feels only when he's meditating.

Truly, I haven't thought much if they could see Tang Shen, but i believe they'd only be able to sense her, really.

And lastly:

Also, love the ghost gossip 💕 I honestly think the little ghost side plot is kind of bittersweet? But I like it :))

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #art #crossover #tmnt crossover #vinny asks #tmnt 2012 #asks #spikangelo au #spikeangelo au #the last ronin #tmnt the last ronin #last ronin #tmnt last ronin #tmnt 2012 slash #tmnt 2012 spike

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Joel Fucking Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader (Can be pictured as either HBO or Video Game version)

Word Count: 8.1k

Tags/Warnings: NO use of Y/N, Smut with a lil garnish of angst, kinda mean Joel, Borderline Dark!Joel, but consent is given at a point, one singular spank, rough piv sex, exhibition kink, slight humiliation/degradation, possessive behavior, enemies to lovers-ish?, reader is a menace but we love her, spit kink, anal play, this is pure filth and I'm not sorry

Summary: You and Joel Miller have been sworn enemies from the very start, both of you at each other’s other's throats since the first glance. What he can't know is that you have been harboring a stubborn crush on him this whole time---It’s not until he has you up against a wall that you realize he feels the same way.

A/N: Now that I have all of my one-shots posted, I'm going to start posting my ongoing stories as well as some new works. I'm almost finished with the Frankie Sex Pollen fic so that will be posted sometime this week. I will also be working on creating both a masterlist and a recommendation list, so hopefully that should be done soon too. Thanks for reading!

***

Today has been a shitty fucking day—no pun intended.

Not to say every day isn’t shitty here in the QZ, but this one really takes the cake. To start your fabulous day, you woke up an hour late, making you one of the last people in line to pick up jobs. When you got to the assigning station, you found that you had been left with two options for the week: janitorial service at one of the mess halls, and sewer duty—where you literally have to shovel shit. The only card left for the mess hall was an all-day shift. You took them both.

That's why you find yourself here now, below the city, finishing up sewer duty, covered head to toe in stench and sweat even though it’s the middle of winter. You’re pretty sure you are the last one down here; it’s been a while since you saw or heard anyone else. You aren’t surprised. You’re used to being the only one who cares enough to actually finish whatever job you were tasked with that day, no matter how repulsive it may be.

You don't take pride in much, but you are willing to admit that you admire that quality about yourself. You are a damn hard worker and you aren’t afraid to show it. You have no idea where it stems from, maybe your stubbornness, or possibly your inner perfectionist. Whatever it is, you find yourself often wishing that more people would have the same mindset. God knows it would make your life easier at the very least. In the time you have spent in the Boston QZ, you have only had the pleasure—or maybe you should say displeasure—of meeting one other like-minded person.

You became acquainted with Joel Miller within the first day of being in the QZ, which was about three years ago now. The first glance you got of him was as you were being hauled through the gates, lucky enough to have not been shot on the spot when a couple of FEDRA officers caught you hiding out in the woods. Your eyes met his before they met anyone else's, and he’d held your gaze, his expression anything but welcome, as if he were trying to evaluate you with one look.

By the looks of it, he had to be at least a couple of decades older than you, but that didn’t stop the heat that started to simmer between your legs at the first glance you got of him. When his eyes didn't leave yours, you took it as a challenge and forced yourself to keep your gaze on him until he was completely out of sight. You knew what you were doing, and so did he, both of you deciding on the spot that you would be enemies until one of you either died or left.

Sure, you knew that it probably wasn't the best idea to piss people off before you made any allies, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. From the first second you saw that man, you knew that one way or the other—one of them being a heated feeling you chose to ignore—he would be trouble. As per usual, you were right. If you didn't know any better, you would have said that he was dead-set on following you around, bumping into you at almost every job you took. At first, you had been convinced that he had been doing just that.

The first couple of times it happened you considered it some stupid coincidence, some twisted kind of unluckiness. Granted, it wasn't every time, but it was more often than not, and that was more than enough for you. By the fifth or sixth time out of ten, you waited until the very end of the shift, until it was only Joel and yourself left working. You kept a close eye on him, and as soon as he started wrapping up, you cornered him. That had been the first time that you had ever actually spoken to each other instead of tossing nasty glances back and forth.

You had immediately gone to work with your rushed interrogation, demanding him to tell you why he was following you, to tell you what his problem was. The most frustrating part of the whole ordeal was the way he had sat back, leaning on one leg with his arms crossed, his expression bored as he waited for you to finish. He said nothing until he was positive that you had nothing more to say.

“I ain't followin’ you, kid,'' he had said, his voice deep and more pleasant than you would have liked it to be. His tone was hard, as you had expected it would be, but the tangy southern drawl and depth of his voice took you off guard, an unwelcome heat suddenly forming between your legs—which only pissed you off more.

The stone-cold look in his too-pretty eyes only worsened the feeling, and suddenly you found that you weren't able to speak; you didn't even know what you had come up to say at this point. “Don’t fuckin’ bother me again,” he muttered and pushed past you before you could realize you had been staring.

***

“You just gonna fuckin’ stand there all day?” A much too familiar voice pulls you out of your thoughts and back into reality. Speak of the fucking devil.

“Just finishing up, Miller,” you spit, not bothering to look in his direction. You can hear him start to walk up to you but you ignore it, opting instead to actually finish what you had been doing. It only takes a few more seconds, and by that time, you can practically feel Joel staring a hole into your back, no more than a few feet behind you now.

He doesn't move, so you continue to ignore him and start walking to the ladder so you can get out of this literal shit hole. You only make it a few steps before you realize that he is moving with you, following at the same distance he had stopped at before. Your jaw ticks as you spin around on your heel, so suddenly that Joel almost knocks into you.

“Is there something I can help you with?” you ask him as sweetly as you can manage, the fire in your eyes contradicting your tone. His own eyes narrow as he takes a step back, crossing his arms in his usual fashion.

“Maybe you should learn how to help yourself first before you go offerin’ it to other people, princess.” He says the name as an insult, and you have to bare your teeth to keep your composure.

“What the fuck is that even supposed to mean, old man?” You ask him, taking a step toward him. He doesn't back away this time, instead taking a step toward you in reciprocation. The two of you lock gazes and stare at each other for what could have been ten seconds or ten days before Joel breaks the trance and shoves past you instead of answering.

You just stand there and let him climb the ladder to the street above you. You can see right through him, the asshole wants a reaction, and you're not going to grant him that satisfaction—not this time anyway.

You wait for a few minutes until you can be sure that he's long gone before you grit your teeth and turn on your heel, walking to the ladder and hoisting yourself up. As you reach the surface you catch a whiff of yourself and scrunch your nose. You need a fucking shower.

***

The next day, you wake up in a sour mood, already dreading today's job—janitorial services. At least it's not scooping shit this time. You’re the first one there, as per usual. The hall is a mess after breakfast and you take a deep breath as you think about the fact that even after you scrub it spotless, it will be trashed again by the end of lunch and then again after dinner.

To top it all off, it's ridiculously cold in the room, the fire lit in the back of it not doing much to increase the temperature. You look down at your white cotton t-shirt under your flannel and find yourself wishing you had put a thicker undershirt on.

There aren't many people working with you on the first shift, only the usual other three this morning, not that you're complaining of course, it just means fewer people to get in your way. You keep your eyes to yourself most of the time, only looking at someone if they address you to ask for help or to comment on something. Before you know it, lunch has come and gone and you are preparing for dinner.

You notice halfway through that time that your friend is working the second shift, and she approaches you so you can work together for the rest of the time, though she only has the after-lunch shift. Rachel is a hard worker for the most part, though she likes to slack off a lot, but you appreciate the help while you have it. The two of you gossip and joke quietly until it's time for her to leave and time for you to sit back and wait for the dinner crowd to flood in.

***

It feels like a week has passed by the time the last person clears out after dinner, and you breathe a sigh of relief—you’re so close to getting back to your apartment and into your welcoming bed. You immediately get to work on sweeping up the trash that collected underneath the tables, eager to get out of here.

There are only two other people working with you this shift, which is weird because FEDRA usually has at least four people on each job, but you brush it off. They seemed to know each other and they blab amongst themselves as they work. At least the couple seemed like they were in the same mindset when it came to getting this job done, so you didn’t mind the fact that you are missing a crew member.

Halfway through your sweeping, you hear the door slam open, startling you and the couple that is now busy with taking leftover dishes into the kitchen. The chill that sweeps through the large room makes you assume it was just a gust of wind, probably blowing snow into the doorway.

Great, something else to clean, you think as you huff an annoyed breath.

When you turn to face the sound though, you find yourself wishing that the problem had been snow, but of course, when did anything ever go your way? The supposed gust of wind is actually Joel fucking Miller.

Your mood immediately sours and you have to fight not to roll your eyes as you watch him slink into the room and follow the couple into the kitchen. You hear the girl inform him that he was late—as if he didn’t know, or care for that matter. He only grunts in response. You don’t bother to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. If Joel sees it, he doesn't say anything.

***

An hour later, Joel hasn’t bothered you, much to your relief. The only time you have to look up from your work is when the couple from earlier bids you farewell before they walk out the door. There is nothing left to do but scrub the tables, which you are doing now.

You only have two to go, and then you’re free for the rest of the night. Now that you're the only one left, the room is almost eerily silent, the only sound being the drip of water as you dip your sponge into the bucket and wring it out. After the table you are working on is thoroughly cleaned, you move on to the last one. It sits right next to the busted window, and you shiver as you walk past it.

“Cold, sweetheart?” The baritone voice sounding from behind you just about causes you to jump out of your skin, the bucket of water in your grasp suddenly spilling over your front. Of course, it was a huge fucking bucket, so it was enough water to coat almost your entire body.

The white t-shirt you have on under your thick flannel is soaked through so that it’s practically transparent. Dropping the now empty tub to the floor with a loud clang, you swivel on your heel to face Joel, who is leaning against the wall to his right, arms crossed.

If he sees the fire in your eyes, he ignores it as he smirks at you, obviously humored by your reaction—and likely by the fact that he can see your bra. Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, every expletive or reprimand that comes to mind doesn’t seem to cover what you want to say.

As you stand there soaked in dirty, soapy water, you find that you can do nothing but stare. Your gaze is stuck on the man still standing in front of you, not a twinge of empathy in his own, which he has trained on you in return. You have no idea how long the two of you stay rooted to the same spots, staring each other down, but it must have been at least a few minutes because you can feel your body start to involuntarily shiver as your drenched form begins to freeze.

Of fucking course you had to have been standing right next to the broken, half-assed boarded-up window, and not by the fire that still rages into the chimney on the other side of the room.

The cool air sweeping in seems to trap you in its frigid grasp, threatening to turn the grayish liquid that covers you into ice. You can't help it as you finally move, bringing your arms up to cross over your chest in a feeble attempt to warm your rapidly cooling body and cover your exposed undergarment. You flinch as your arm presses the freezing fabric closer to your skin.

The action seems to break the invisible spell that had set over the two of you because Joel takes that as his queue to take a step back off the wall and lift his chin. The movement makes him look bigger and you have to lift your own to look into his eyes again. You can only hope he sees the fury that burns on your own. If looks could kill, he would be dead on the floor right now.

“You’re fucking joking,” you are the first to break the silence. The quiver in your voice would be embarrassing if not for the fact that it was placed there out of anger. The asshole who put it there must know it too because you can see the way he swallows as if trying to rid himself of his guilt, though if that’s what he is feeling, he doesn’t show it any other way.

You can expect that the action will be the only sign of such a thing—if Joel Miller doesn't want to feel a certain way, he doesn’t, simple as that. You have never once met a man more rude, nor stubborn as the one currently in front of you.

“Didn’t realize I was bein’ funny,” he says, straight-faced with that stupid southern drawl that you have come to despise. You don’t reply as you continue to stare daggers at him, and you can't tell what’s making you shake more at this point—the layer of fucking ice about to coat your body, or the unmatched rage that brews in your mind.

Right now, you would place your bets on the rage, considering it’s actually starting to warm you up. The sight of Joel, arms crossed to mimic your own, still staring down at you like he's some fucking god, only fuels the feeling. Sighing quietly, your eyes shut as you try to calm yourself down before you say something you would really regret. It only takes a few seconds until you speak again, which might not have been long enough, truthfully speaking.

“That was pretty fucking shitty, even for you, Miller.” You manage to get the sentence out through gritted teeth, but it sounds strained. Anyone would agree that it sounds like you are trying your best to contain yourself, though it’s obviously a task you are struggling with. He says nothing, and his body gives nothing away, so you speak again. He knew exactly what was going to happen if he snuck up on you like that, and he probably didn’t even give it a second thought.

“I mean really, how fucking immature can you be? You really thought scaring me while I was holding a tub of dirty water was the best way to get my attention?” Your mouth starts to let words out before you can even think about what threatens to escape, and there is nothing you can really do but allow it to happen.

Your lips are moving far too quickly for your brain to comprehend at this point, your anger completely taking over. As hard as it can be to hold yourself back from an argument sometimes, you always managed—but this was the last fucking straw.

“And why the fuck are you even here? You obviously don’t have anything left to do.” Your voice is quickly raising but you doubt you could do anything about that even if you wanted to right now. Of course, it doesn’t matter how loud you get, you could probably scream right in his face, it never seems to affect him.

“Seemed lonely,” he says simply, shrugging and shifting off of the wall. He looks at your bewildered expression and decides it would somehow make it better if he elaborated, though you both know that he only does it to dig further under your skin.

“Never got anyone around, s’ all. Too fuckin’ stubborn n’ self-absorbed to make any friends.” His tone is condescending and nonchalant at the same time, like he is both stating a fact and trying to beat you down. You continue to stare at him as he finishes. This is a whole new level, one you wouldn’t even have assumed Joel would ever jump to.

You’ll admit it, he’s managed to find one of your most delicate insecurities, and he knows it, too. Even before the outbreak, you always had trouble making friends, your anxiety and general mistrust always got in the way. Every time you thought you were getting close to someone, you would push them away. It was your biggest fear, being betrayed by someone close to you—a worse fear, you decided, than being alone.

To this day, you have only ever let one person really get to know you. When you met Rachel during your first week in the QZ, she showed you a sort of open kindness that let you know she was a good one. You knew then, and you know now, that she would never do anything to hurt you in any way.

In the time that you've gotten to know her, she’s become the best friend you’ve ever had, and the only one you wanted. But she is only one person after all, and she can’t spend all of her time with you, so you find yourself on your own most of the time—and of course, Joel Miller, of all people, would pick up on it.

“You are such an asshole, Joel,” you spew out after a moment. “And you have the audacity to call me lonely?” You can't help the tears that start to blur your vision, so you ignore them as you continue to rant, your hands now flying wildly. The pit of insecurity in your stomach is starting to grow to the point where you feel like it will swallow you whole.

“You act like you’re so much fucking better than me! Who do you have?” Through your watering eyes, you can see the way Joel flinches slightly, and as much as it pleases you that you seem to have finally found a soft spot, it also eggs you on. You recognize it and think to yourself that he's a fucking idiot for pointing out the fact that you don’t have anyone in your corner when he has the same exact problem.

“Huh? You say I'm alone, and maybe I am, but I’ve never seen you with anybody.” Your vision starts to clear as you feel hot tears begin to streak down your already-soaked cheeks, allowing you to see the deep scowl set on Joel's face. It almost scares you how mad he looks, but it's too late to back down now.

You stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to say something, but it never comes. His silence only encourages you, and you know you probably seem immature as you continue to insult him, but it gets pushed to the back of your mind as you quickly realize it’s the least of your worries right now. Your tears are streaming freely at this point, your breaking point finally has been reached. The words are coming out faster than you care to stop them.

“You have no fucking friends, Joel,” you spit out. That one definitely struck a nerve, and you watch as he takes a step towards you, his face giving you a warning expression as if he already knows what you are going to say next. You know his history, and you know it's a bad idea, you know it is, but you say it anyway.

“You have no friends…” You pause, your brain subconsciously trying to talk you out of what you’re about to do. Of course, you don't listen. “...and you have no fucking famil-” you get cut off as Joels hand makes contact with your throat, his grip crushing your windpipe as he pushes you back until you hit the wall and lifts you onto your toes so you are looking into his rage-filled eyes.

He says nothing for a moment as he lets you struggle in his firm grasp, watching you writhe and try to gulp in air. The panic that courses through your body is almost paralyzing, sending a hot flash throughout your entire body as your brain catches up with what's happening.

You find yourself panicking even more when you realize that fear isn’t the only thing your senses seem to be overwhelmed with as his hand tightens around your neck. The wetness beginning to gather in your panties is suddenly the biggest problem you are faced with, an unwelcome feeling or arousal suddenly making itself known.

Everything seems to be happening in slow motion as you feel your hands start to claw at the one wrapped around your neck, no doubt leaving raised scratch marks across his wrist. The man doesn't wince or falter though, as you struggle to try to pry his hand away. You can feel your mouth opening and closing, though you’re unsure of what you are trying to say. You suspect it's something along the lines of “Please”, but no sound comes out.

Eventually, after you realize that nothing is going to come from your struggle, you let your body fall limp, the only movement left is the tears that still crawl tauntingly down your cheeks. Though some of them may still be from the anger that had overcome you before you felt his large palm on your throat, most of them are now evidence of your shame.

Logically, you reason that there is no way for him to know what kind of response his aggressive actions pulled from you, but you can't help but feel like somehow, he can see right through you.

Upon seeing you submit, Joel lifts you more until you are close enough to feel his hot breath fan across your face. He loosens his grip enough so that you are allowed to catch a breath, but not enough for you to fall away from him. He starts to lower his arm, letting your feet hit the ground, but he leans his body down with your own so that his face stays less than an inch away from your own the entire time.

You know that realistically, he only had you in the air for a few seconds, but it felt like an hour with the fear—and unexpected lust—that was coursing through your veins. Though you are still trembling with the silent threat he delivered, you seem to be able to calm down a little as his hand loosens and slides around to the back of your neck, only holding you in place.

You stare into his eyes because you have nowhere else to look, and are almost surprised to see the array of emotions on display. You see anger, impatience, annoyance, a hint of restraint, but the one that seems to dominate them all is the one that takes you aback the most. You see in his eyes, what must be a reflection of your own.

Your mouth drops open again as you begin to place the look of longing and desire that burns in Joel's gaze as he stares you down, his mouth just centimeters from your own. You take a chance and allow yourself to look down at the way his lips almost brush yours, his own mouth parted as you both try to calm your ragged breathing.

You have no idea why you suddenly feel this way—well, you do, you just refuse to admit it. You hate his fucking guts because he is the only man that has made you feel something since before the outbreak. Every time you look at him, it is evidence that you are still capable of letting your guard down, that you are still weak.

You promised yourself the first time you understood what the potential problem with Joel Miller could be, that you wouldn’t allow it to become one. But this god-damned man makes it so fucking hard to keep that in check when he is staring at you like he wants to ruin you.

You feel his hand tighten around you again, and you snap your eyes back up to his, suddenly blushing as you realize that you have been staring at his lips for far too long. For once, you are at a loss for words, you have no idea what to say that might save your ass from looking like you had been doing exactly what you had. Thankfully, you don't have to wonder for long because Joel cuts right back to the chase, seemingly shaking himself out of his own thoughts as he speaks again.

“You want to try that again, little girl?” Fuck. How the fuck are you supposed to ignore the pit forming in your stomach when he says shit like that? You are too caught up in thinking of a response to answer him immediately, and he clearly doesn’t appreciate that as he shifts his position, pushing you back further into the wall behind you.

When he moves, you realize that one of his legs is slotted between your own, and your eyes widen as you feel how close his thigh is to your center—one little movement and you will give yourself away. You must be dripping at this point, and if he's not close enough to feel the heat coming off your cunt from where he stands right now, he will be if he moves any closer.

Steeling yourself, you opt not to speak as you bring your hands back up to grasp at his wrist again. Joel watches as you struggle to get a grip before he growls and uses his free hand to grab both of yours and place them on the wall above your head. Your eyes somehow widen even more and you want to shrivel up into a ball as you feel the blood rush to your cheeks.

You need to move now. You can't let this man see what he does to you, the way your body reacts to the way he so easily dominates you. You know that you have no time to plan anything out, so you do the first thing that comes to mind—you try to tug your hands out of his grip and you lunge to the side.

You’re not sure why you even attempt it, you know that it won't get you anywhere, but you do it anyway. Of course, he overpowers you once again, and nothing changes but his grip, both of his hands tightening as he leans in even closer to you. The new position causes his thigh to crush into your throbbing clit, and before you can stop it, a whimper breaks through your lips.

Nothing is said for a moment as you stare at Joel with shame, and him at you with a newfound amusement. You can feel yourself melting on the spot, and you let your head hang in humiliation, your eyes trained on the ground next to Joel, who is now smirking as he stares back at you. You feel his thigh crush into you again, deliberately this time, and you have to bite your lip and close your eyes in concentration so as to not give away any more sounds.

You hear Joel chuckle darkly above you, and the sound goes straight to your pussy. How are you supposed to resist this man when he sounds like that, when the rough denim of his jeans is rubbing you in all the right places as he begins to rock his thigh back and forth, making you bite your lip even harder. The hand on your neck suddenly releases its grip and you feel his thumb come to your mouth, tugging your bottom lip until it falls away from the punishing bite of your teeth.

“C’mon now, princess,” you hear Joel speak again and you can't help but moan softly as he sets his hand on your hip, starting to guide you across his firm thigh.

“You’ve given yourself away now, you ain’t gonna get outta this one.” His tone is taunting as he presses down on your hip, bringing you down harder against him.

The pressure on your clit is almost overwhelming with pleasure, and you find yourself moving on your own, beginning to chase the orgasm that has suddenly come within your grasp. You can’t help it with the way your wet jeans rub you just right and the firmness of his thigh is just enough to push the seam of them onto all the right places.

“F-fuck you, Miller,” you say, opening your eyes and bringing your head back up to look into his eyes, hoping the anger is apparent in yours. He stares at you for a moment before he speaks again.

“Yeah, I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t ya?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he moves his hand down to where your cunt meets his thigh, and places his thumb right on your clit, rubbing quick circles. The touch is all you need to send you over the edge, becoming a moaning mess under Joel’s body. He’s right of course, you want him to fucking ruin you. God, you hate it when he’s right.

He continues the circles on your clit as you come down from your high, riding you through it. When you are finally able to catch your breath, you look him in the eye to find him staring right back at you. His gaze is intense and full of want.

“You want me to quit, darlin?” You can tell by the way he says it, that he asks genuinely. He would stop if you said the word. As much as you want to hate him, you know that he is respectful enough that he wouldn’t do anything to that effect without your consent.

Joel may be an asshole, but he would never put his hands on a woman in that sense if she showed any sign of resistance. Though he didn’t seem to have a problem with wrapping his palm around your throat.

“I can give you more, all you have to do is ask,” Joel says after you don't answer him. His gaze is hungry as he waits for your consent, his eyes slowly tracing up and down your body, taking you in. When he looks back to your face, you nod slowly, watching as his already blown-out pupils seem to take over his irises.

“I'm gonna need to hear you say it, darlin,” he says as he brings his chin up to the side of your head, nibbling your earlobe and making you shiver.

“P-please, Joel,” you say, giving up the act. You know you want him, he knows you want him, and now you know he wants you, too.

“I need you, please.” At your signal, he doesn't wait any longer as he starts to pull you away from the wall, his free hand traveling back to the back of your neck, the other still grasping your wrists. Before you can figure out where he’s moving you to, your chest slams onto one of the tables, the force almost enough to knock the wind out of you. You had expected him to be rough, but not this rough… not that you mind. He’s clearly done with being gentle with you now that he has free reign.

“Jesus, Joel,” you say, throwing him a look over your shoulder as much as you can with your neck still being pinned down.

“You fucking mind?” You hear Joel chuckle behind you and feel him step closer to you, pressing himself against your ass and leaning over so that his chest is flush with your back.

“Nope, not at all.” His breath tickles your ear as he whispers into it.

“Now I'd be quiet if I were you, girl,” he tells you, his tone almost threatening. “Unless you want to wake the whole town, of course, cause now that I’ve started, I ain't gonna stop.” Your eyes widen and a whimper falls from your lips as he finishes his threat and pushes his top half off of you.

“Maybe you’d like that, huh, little girl?” he pauses his sentence to rip your pants and panties down in one fluid motion, making you cry out.

“Let the whole town watch me fuck you, show everyone who you belong to, who this cunt belongs to.” He knows you too fucking well, knows that you’re thinking about it now, salivating over the thought of someone walking in on you like this, your pants around your ankles, him, balls deep inside of you, taking what he wants.

“Dirty little girl, out here whorin’ herself out to me so quick. Slut’s just damn desperate for some good fuckin’ cock.”

You hear a sharp zip from somewhere behind you and you struggle out of instinct, pushing up on the hand holding you down. He ignores your protest and slams himself into you, sheathing himself in one fluid motion, giving you no warm-up or time to adjust.

You expected him to be big, but you weren't expecting this. He's fucking huge, stretching you out and reaching depths you didn't even know existed. You scream out at the sudden burning intrusion and Joel moves the hand that isn't on your neck to your mouth, silencing you halfway through the outburst.

The tears that fall from your eyes catch on the palm of his hand as he brings his cock almost all the way out before slamming himself back in, setting a brutal pace.

“Tha’s alright baby, Ima take good care of you,” Joel assures you through gritted teeth. “Make you feel real good creamin’ all over my fat cock.”

Your fingernails scrape the surface of the table once he releases your hands, scrambling for purchase as Joel slams into you without remorse. You’re almost surprised at how quickly you feel the knot in your stomach start to build back up, the pain promptly turning to pleasure as Joel brutally shoves his cock into your already-sore pussy.

The sounds of Joel's grunts, your muffled sobs, and the squelching of your cunt quickly fill the room, you would be embarrassed if you weren’t so cock-drunk on Joel. Right now, the only thing you can focus on is the way the head of his dick slams into your G-spot with every harsh thrust.

The way his dick drags against your walls makes you clench with every swift pass. That combined with the way his hips slap against your ass might just be the best thing you’ve ever felt.

Your body begins to go slack, your stomach and chest pressing harder into the table, you barely even register Joel's hand being removed from your mouth until you hear your unfiltered moans break through.

“Jus’ wait one second, darlin,” Joel's voice is strained as he talks. You try to nod back at him but find that it's a bit hard when your bones have melted. His pace never falters as he reaches down to where he pulled his pants down just enough to free his thick cock and heavy balls.

When his hand finds the open buckle of his belt, he tugs it through the loops and uses the edge of the table to fold it once before bringing it to your lips, pushing it toward you until you bite down on it.

He tells you something, by his tone it sounded like a command, but you can’t seem to make out the request. If you weren’t drooling before, you certainly are now with the taste of leather on your tongue. Joel smirks to himself as your moans quiet down with the help of the belt.

“There ya go, such a good girl holdin’ on t’ that for me,” he runs his fingers through your hair as you keen at his praise. He can feel your cunt tighten around him as your second orgasm approaches once again and he has to steel himself so as not to come right then and there like some teenager. Instead, he brings his hand down to touch your clit again, not with his thumb, but with his middle three fingers, rubbing up and down, immediately setting a furious pace.

The new sensation combined with the pistoning of his hips pushes you over the edge and you have to bite down on the belt so you don't scream as you receive the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. It's like nothing you’ve ever felt before, the white-hot pleasure almost blinding you, and the force of it almost pushing him out of your cunt.

You sob as you listen to Joel talk you through it, telling you how good you're doing for him, how you were made for him to stuff his cock into. His pace never falters as you gush around him, but he does push himself further into you so as to not be forced out of you.

The strength of his thrust is enough to surge you forward, the table screeching on the concrete floor below you as it too is moved forward slightly. After you come down completely from your high, he grasps your hands and tugs them behind your back for leverage, fucking down into you to chase his own pleasure.

“Goddamn, darlin, tight, young, little cunt, squeezin’ the fuckin’ life outta me.” His dirty words are almost humiliating as he throws them out, but you love every moment of it, the way you clench around his cock giving you away quickly.

“Oh, you like that, little slut?” he almost sounds surprised as he continues rambling.

“Filthy little thing, lettin’ some old man stuff his cock into your sweet little pussy. ‘F you didn’t take dick so good I would think you’d be a damn virgin.” You whine beneath him as much as you can with the leather between your teeth, a shameless request for him to keep talking.

“Yeah, you like that, huh, little girl?” He grants your wish, spewing more filthy comments every few thrusts. “Like bein’ told what a f-fuckin’ whore you are f’ me?” You keep, drooling on the belt trapped between your teeth.

Suddenly, you feel the large hand that was pinning your neck disappear, only to reappear on your ass, making your eyes widen as Joel quickly slides to your other hole, his thumb right above the tight ring of muscle.

Usually, you would want to struggle, but for some reason, the thought of Joel taking you there is something you find yourself wanting. He feels you squeeze around him again and he chuckles at your desperation.

“Now, you’re just full of surprises, ain't ya, princess?” He says, his voice even more strangled than it was before. It almost sounds like it should be painful for him to talk. He stops talking for a moment to allow his saliva to drip down and slide down your ass crack.

“You’d let me fuck you here, wouldn't you, little girl?” Fuck this man, you both know the answer to that.

“Put my dick in this pretty little ass?” When you don't object, you feel him spit on top of his thumb again before pushing it into you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes curl as he slides his thumb into you until he can’t anymore. The intrusion triggers your third orgasm, your body melting into the table as you press back into him. It’s less intense than the first two, but you are still fully consumed by the waves of pleasure that wash over you.

If you had been standing, you would have fallen to your knees. You’ve never felt so full in your life, the feeling almost overwhelming as he leans on top of you again, continuing to whisper filth into your ear. You can tell he’s getting close by the way he lets go of your wrists and tangles his fingers into your hair, slamming himself somehow even deeper inside of you.

“Tell me who these fuckin’ holes belong to, princess,” he spews out through gritted teeth, pulling the belt away from your mouth and throwing it somewhere off to the side.

“Who makes you feel good, makes these little holes feel good?” When you don't answer immediately, your unleashed moans and whimpers making it almost impossible, he uses the hand that’s not fingering your ass to deliver a sharp slap to your left cheek.

“Fuck, fuck Joel it’s you,” you practically sob as you tell him what he wants to hear, what you want him to hear.

“T-these holes are yours Joel, you make them feel so good, they belong to you, all yours,” you cry out frantically. Satisfied with your response, he rubs over the red spot on your skin before returning his hand to your neck.

“That's right,” he praises you softly and you soak up every word. “Such a good fuckin’ girl, knowin’ who she belongs to.” He thrusts into you half a dozen more times before his pace finally starts to falter.

“W-where do you want me, sweet thing?” As he asks you, all you can think is “fuck this man for being respectful with shit like that.” If he hadn’t asked, you probably would have shoved him away, but instead, you make another stupid decision—why the fuck not at this point?

“I-inside, Joel, inside me, oh my god, fucking c-come inside me,” you’re only slightly aware of how desperate you sound as you beg for his cum, but again, you can’t seem to find it in you to care. You let your cheek rest on the cool surface of the table and close your eyes, too exhausted to hold yourself up any longer.

You hear Joel groan and start to say something above you, but he cuts himself off as he releases inside you with a strangled moan, almost like he is biting down on his lip so as not to shout.

A stream of curses laced with your name spills from his lips as he twitches and pulses inside you. The feeling of his hot cum spilling into you is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It seems like forever before he stills, practically collapsing on top of you, his cum dripping around his softening cock and down your thighs.

Despite his weight on top of you, you think you could probably manage to fall asleep there. Your body has never felt so spent and tired, every muscle sore in one way or another. Joel waits only a minute before lifting himself off of you, and you attempt to lift your head to follow his movement, only for your cheek to be gently pressed back onto the table by his palm.

“Jus' hold on a second, princess.” His tone is softer than you’ve ever heard it, and it makes your heart warm, but you can't resist the perfect opportunity to tease him as it presents itself.

“You’re happier after you get your dick wet,” you say with a small smile as you follow his request, letting your eyes close as you bask in the feeling of euphoria that’s taken over your body.

At your snippy comment, you expect him to scold you, or maybe to swat your behind, which is still presented for him. What you don’t expect is to feel his tongue on your spent cunt. Your body jolts and your eyes snap open at the unexpected feeling, your reflexes causing you to try to sit up again, only to be pushed down by Joel’s hand on your lower back.

“I said to wait a second, darlin’,” he says as he pulls away from you, his tone more stern now. He waits until you nod your head to return to your pussy, dipping into your hole and lapping up your mixed release. You shudder as his tongue grazes your overstimulated clit, but do your best to hold still for him.

After he seems to have gotten his fill, you feel him pull away again and stand up to lean over you. His hand suddenly grabs your chin, making you twist your neck slightly so that you are looking up at him. He keeps his mouth shut as he brings it to his own before squeezing your cheeks, making you open your lips, and drops his jaw open.

You gasp as you feel the combination of his spit and your cum mixed with his own slowly spill onto your tongue. He keeps his eyes open and locked onto yours as he keeps your lips together and lets the liquid drip into your mouth. When he pulls away, he replaces his lips with his hand, forcing your mouth shut.

“Swallow,” he commands. You obey without a second thought and let the substance slip down your throat. He smiles when he's sure you’re done and moves his hand, motioning for you to open up. You do, and he smirks as he sees every drop gone.

“Good girl,” he mutters as he lays back down on top of you, and you let your body rest on the table again, enjoying the feel of his body on top of yours. As the two of you stay there, catching your breath, you feel Joel's chest start to vibrate against your back in silent laughter. You furrow your brows and attempt to stand and roll him off you, but only succeed in the latter, your legs failing as if they were made of jello.

Joel stands back and tucks himself back into his jeans as you slump back down on the table, temporarily accepting defeat. You see him take a seat in the chair next to you out of the corner of your eye, his chest still rattling the slightest bit.

“What the fuck do you find so funny, bastard?” You slur your words, your tone is a lot less fierce than you had wanted it to be. He looks at you before answering, and you feel your both heart and your cunt clench at the almost adoring look in his eyes as he meets your gaze. Maybe the asshole will try to be decent for a moment, his expression promising.

“Looks like your gonna have t’ scrub this table again, princess,” he says, his tone toeing the line of playful. You feel your lips tug up into a smile as you recognize the fact that this is probably Joel being friendly. Or at the very least, he’s not at your throat at the moment—in a bad way anyway—so you’ll take it. Upon seeing your smile, he sits back further and allows himself a small smile of his own as he continues to watch you sink into the polished wood beneath you.

“Fuck you, Miller,” you say. You erupt into a quiet yet delirious fit of exhausted giggles, Joel following soon after with his own gentle chuckle.

“Might have t’ give me a second for that, princess.”

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Pt. 2 here

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literatecowboy · 9 months

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The King With No Name

9. Come Together

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Summary: König - the king of Caldera - has been called upon by your father to choose a bride from his daughters in order to establish an alliance to keep peace over the lands they rule. When he arrives, he is enraptured by you, your father’s eldest child - an unconventional woman by all standards. He pursues your hand in marriage, doing his best to make you fall in love with him like he has fallen in love with you - much to your dismay Author's Notes: I'm a little sad to say that I think this is the end of this fic! I like to think that I've wrapped everything up quite nicely and written an ending I'm happy with. I'd be happy to elaborate on anything if you guys would like, don't be afraid to ask!! It has been more than a pleasure writing this and as my second ever fic, I'm delighted to find that people like what I'm writing and got invested in the story. It has been more than a treat to hear your kind words. If anyone has ideas for another fic they'd like to see, don't be afraid to send them to me! Warnings: Arranged marriage, smut, death, violence, magic/charms/love spell, fluff

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After the sun finished its journey across the sky and dipped into the ocean, you headed for the entrance to the catacombs with Koing by your side. Before you could crawl inside he pulled you close and lifted his mask, kissing you gently under the moonlight. You held tightly to him until he let go, gently patting you on the rear and holding aside the vines that covered the entrance.

“Be safe, mein maus. Should you encounter any trouble, you need only shout and I will come to your side,” he promised, holding your bow as you got on all fours and crawled through the gap in the rocks. Once you were inside, you blew him a kiss and he handed you your bow. The vines fell back into place and you lit your torch, heading deep into the great hill the castle sat upon.

You’d traversed these passageways countless times when you were a child and the dust and cobwebs that coated every surface reassured your belief that you were the only ones who knew about this section of the castle.

The catacombs were the remains of an earlier castle that yours was built upon, and their hallways intersected with a natural cave system that had served your ancestors well. Several of them were buried down here, and you did your best not to disturb them as you climbed through collapsed walls to reach the entrance to the sewer system.

The sewers took you throughout the castle and you did your best to stay out of sight as you scurried toward the dungeon.

The room was quiet. Peering up through a grate you noted that there were fewer guards on watch than there typically were. Many of the initial cells were full of your father’s men - no doubt those who had spoken out against Ferdinand when he seized power.

You crept further under the cells, poking your head up under grates to examine who was in each. At the last one, a more private cell with a solid wooden door, your breath hitched in your throat.

“Sadie! Lydia! Henry!” you whispered, gripping the bars that went over the floor grate and pushing your face up as far as you could into the room. Lydia gasped and was startled from where she lay sleeping on a cot, racing to your side and taking your hand. Henry looked up from where he was lying, smiling weakly at you and raising a bloody, bandaged hand in greeting.

“What are you doing here? Have you come to help?” she whispered. This caught Sadie’s attention and she too raced over. When she caught sight of you, tears started to flow freely down her cheeks.

“I have. Are you alright?” you asked, watching as Henry struggled to sit.

“It’s Ferdinand. After you were gone, he went mad. He challenged father for the throne and father couldn’t refuse. He locked all of us up and when Henry tried to stop him, he nearly killed him,” Sadie said, sniffling as tears dripped down her cheeks. There was a heavy knock at the door then and Sadie and Lydia bolted up. You sank back into the darkness of the sewers, doing your best to hide yourself as the door swung open.

“Oh, Marcus, you scared us!” Sadie exclaimed, rising to her feet and throwing herself into the arms of the guard as he entered and shut the door. Lydia looked down at you and gestured for you to come back.

“It’s okay, Marcus is on our side,” she whispered. As you approached the grate again, the guard’s eyes widened.

“You’re here! Does that mean–”

“Shh! I’m here to help. Marcus, do you have keys to the cells here?” you asked. When he nodded, you grinned and undid the latch to the grate that led to the sewers, popping it open and climbing up into the room.

“Great. Unlock them all, I’ll need all of the loyal men I can muster.”

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Not long later, you stood at the main door to the dungeon, facing the newly-rearmed men who’d sworn themselves to you and your cause. Sadie had volunteered to wait in the cell to watch over the injured Henry, and Marcus had refused to leave her side so that he could defend her if the need arose. Lydia stood at your side, borrowed bow in hand.

“If what you all have said is still true, my mother and father are likely being kept in their bedroom on the upper floor. I’ll go looking for Ferdinand. If I encounter any trouble, I’ll yell - that’s the signal for all of you to come out of hiding and start fighting. My husband is waiting outside the walls with reinforcements should we need them. For now, get into position and wait,” you urged, quietly opening the double doors to the dungeon and leading the war party upstairs and into the servant’s hallways.

They were deserted - all of the servants had received a warning from a messenger to hunker down and prepare to defend themselves should the need arise. You broke off from your group and slipped across the main corridor and toward the great hall where the throne room was.

When you entered, Ferdinand sat alone. When his eyes fell upon you he stood up quickly and came towards you, his arms out.

“Oh, my love, I thought that brute had killed you, but you have returned to me!” he said excitedly. You dodged his hug and drew your sword, brandishing it at him.

“Challenged an infirm man to a fight? Nearly killed your best friend and left him to rot? Imprisoned my sisters and countless good men to cells? Started wars and invaded my lands? And yet you dare call me your love? Who in the hell do you think you are?” you snarled. He stepped back in surprise, raising his hands.

“Only for you, my dear. When I kill that beast who stole you from me you’ll become mine, and we can live happily. You can forget him now, return to where you belong - by my side!” he exclaimed.

“I was wrong about König. He’s fair, he’s gentle, and he loves me. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, unlike you. So I guess I was wrong about you too,” you spat, taking a step forward, the blade inches away from Ferdinand’s chest.

“You…don’t love me?” he asked, his brow furrowing as his hands lowered.

“You hurt my family and you put my people in danger, you’re insane!” you shrieked.

“It…didn’t work,” Ferdinand breathed, his face hardening. He lunged, but instead of grabbing you, grabbed the charm tied to the quiver of arrows at your side - the hunting charm he’d given you the day you had met König. In the process, he knocked your bow off of your hip and it fell to the ground, cracking into pieces.

“How could it not have worked?” he snarled, holding the little silver thing up to the light and beginning to pace.

“Wait, what are you talking about?” you snapped, utterly confused but still just as angry, unable to mourn the loss of your beloved bow as you stayed focused on him.

“The love charm! This was supposed to make you love me unconditionally!” he shouted, throwing the charm to the ground.

“True love! Pure love! It was supposed to make us come together!” he shrieked, kicking the thing away. Your face paled.

“You tried to curse me. Tried to use magic to make me love you. You didn’t change at all, no. You were insane from the start,” you said incredulously, your heart starting to race faster.

Ferdinand lunged for you but you were ready. You reached out your sword and he fell upon it, impaling himself clear through the gut and falling to the ground. You stood over him as he choked and gasped for air, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Why couldn’t you love me?” he gurgled, a tear slipping down his cheek. You put your boot on his chest and yanked your sword out.

“You didn’t trust me to realize that I did on my own.”

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König stepped from the darkness once Ferdinand drew his last breath, walking over to the charm that had fallen to the ground and picking it up gingerly. He examined it for a moment as you watched him, nervous.

“Such a little thing, just like you, maus,” he said quietly. You sighed and sat down on one of the steps that led to the raised platform the throne was on, burying your head in your arms and starting to sob.

König noticed in an instant and came over, embracing you and holding your head to his chest gently.

“Oh, maus, why are you crying? It is okay, the conflict is over. We are safe,” he said softly, gently stroking your hair.

“The charm did work, König. On us,” you wailed, sobbing and clutching tightly to him as you cried. König pulled away gently and taking the charm in both of his hands, broke it into pieces. You gasped as he tossed them away, pulled up his hood, and kissed you.

“I need no magic to love you, maus.”

“König?”

“What is it, maus?”

“I love you too, König.”

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Several Weeks Later

You practically fell into your bedroom after König, laughing as he pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead. A beautiful new golden crown was perched on your head, and he gently removed it and set it on the dresser before he lifted you and tossed you onto the bed.

“My Königin, you look so beautiful in that dress, but I think that I would like to take it off of you,” he said, smiling as he crawled on top of you and pulled his hood off. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him as he kissed your neck.

“Oh, are you planning to conquer the new queen already? How shall I defend myself?” you gasped, pretending to swoon which sent you both into fits of laughter.

“I was planning on more of a ravishing. You seemed to appreciate the things I did to you in the river the other night,” he teased, tugging at your bodice and trying to free your breasts.

“You’re a beast,” you giggled, pushing him away and sitting up to untie your dress in the back, fumbling with the strings.

“You like me like that,” König murmured, nibbling on your ear as he helped you undo the ties, peeling the dress off of you once it was loosened.

“God, yes,” you gasped as his mouth found your nipple and his hands worked at his shirt. You fumbled with his belt, pulling his cock free and pumping it, making him groan and try to get out of his clothes even faster.

Once you were both undressed, König pushed you back further onto the bed and climbed up after you, his lips meeting yours as you crawled into his lap and pushed him down. You straddled him, continuing to pump his cock as he moaned into the kiss.

He took hold of your hips and turned you around without any effort, dragging you backward and only stopping once he had you sitting on his face. You moaned as he pushed his tongue inside of you, his bottom lip catching on your clit and making you shiver with pleasure.

You leaned down and took his cock into your mouth, moaning around it before sinking your head and sucking. He moaned and the vibrations sent shockwaves through your body, sending heat to your cheeks as you licked the tip of his cock teasingly.

König grunted as he lapped at your clit, slowly pushing two fingers into you and pumping them in and out at the rapid pace he knew you loved. You felt your stomach tightening already and you moaned around his cock, using your fist to pump the length that you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

“Oh, my love,” he gasped, his hips bucking up to meet the warmth of your mouth and you pushed down further, trying to take as much of him in as you could. He added a third finger and you practically screamed as pleasure coursed through your body and you came, spasming, your eyes rolling back into your head.

König eagerly lapped up your cum, his nose, lips, and chin glistening as you looked back at him with wide eyes.

“Please, love, I need your cock,” you whimpered. König somehow seemed to grow even harder at your words and he picked you up, manhandling you underneath him and entering you with one swift thrust.

You moaned in tandem, both of your heads falling back as he set a rapid pace. You dug your nails into his back in the way he loved so much and he hissed, his hips slapping harder against yours. The bed shook and the headboard slammed against the wall and you smacked his ass, laughing as he growled and went red and leaned down to bite your breast, leaving a trail of marks up to your neck in retaliation.

“Fuck, maus, you’re so tight,” he groaned, reaching down and teasing at your clit with his index finger. You moaned, your back arching involuntarily as you bucked your hips against him.

“I love you!” you cried, your eyes fluttering shut as you came again without warning, clenching tightly around him and making him groan.

König kept fucking you as you came, his thrusts growing sloppy and erratic as he listened to the sweet little noises he was pulling from you and felt you tighten around him.

“I love - love you too!” he exclaimed, slamming his hips into yours and shuddering as he filled you, a mixture of your arousal and his cum dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets.

You pulled him down and kissed him as he pulled out of you and then laid there, catching your breath together. Eventually, König got up and fetched a damp cloth from the bathroom, cooing over you as he cleaned you both, pressing kisses all over your face and stroking your hair. As he was about to settle back down beside you, something struck him.

“Ah, maus, I nearly forgot. I have a gift for your coronation,” he said, tugging his boxers back on and heading for his wardrobe. You were in the process of putting your panties back on and looked up, surprised.

“Oh, Köni, you didn’t have to get me anything. The joining of our kingdoms today was enough,” you said with a smile, sitting back down on the bed as he brought a long box over to you. As the lid fell open, your jaw dropped.

“If you will let me, I will bring you gifts for as long as I live,” he said proudly.

In the box sat your once broken bow, masterfully repaired and adorned with beautiful vine carvings.

“Oh, my love, this is…exquisite,” you gasped, reaching out and gingerly picking up the bow, feeling the familiar weight in your hands.

“You were missing it at your side. I never want you to miss anything again,” he said, sitting beside you and wrapping his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder. You set the bow back down carefully and kissed him gently, the crackling of the fire and the gentle rain outside serving as the soundtrack for your love.

As you fell back into bed with König and fell asleep in his arms, you knew you’d be happy for the rest of your life.

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eclipsedrgn · 10 months

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They're Monsters!

Pair: Bayverse!Donnie x reader

Summary: The Turtles infiltrated Police Headquarters and get caught. One police officer insulted them and that's not going by (Y/N) that easily.

Being Donnie's girlfriend, the Turtles figured you'd be calm and collected like him. But in reality, your like Raph in a tiny, human body. So when times like this happens, they have no idea what kind of (Y/n) they're gonna get.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" You hissed at Donnie as you go around from your hiding spot, Mikey running the other way to tell Raph what he heard.

You knew the Turtles were starting to struggle not being accepted, especially since they're growing up and hatred being stuck in the sewers.

Raph was getting more hotheaded as ever around his brothers, Mikey was starting to get annoying, though the orher two brothers were calmer you can still tell they wanna be above ground.

Leo and Donnie looked at you, Leo sighs "We can explain"

"No, no. Its the lying for me" You said. "Leo, your gonna lose their trust. Especially Raph's"

"They don't need to know every decision I make-"

"But a big change like this?" You sighs. "Forget it, forget I said anything"

You walked away towards the homemade pizza box couch and collapsed. Sighing, you take out your phone and scrolled through Instagram.

Leo was practicing his katas when Raph came out of his gym, he walked slowly towards the leader, ready to let out steam.

"Pop quiz" Raph says jumping onto the platform. "What are the three most important traits of a ninja?"

Leo gave him a small grin as he continues his kata, "Speed. Stealth-"

"And honour. Where's the honour in keeping secrets from your brothers?" Raph accused.

"I don't know what your talking about?"

"Oh now your adding lying on the list" Raph accused.

You walk over to the two, pushing them apart by their plastrons. "Enough"

"But-"

You raised a finger as Raph silence, a clear annoyed look on his face.

"This isn't fair Leonardo. Lying to your brothers about a life changing event. What is with you?" You sternly spoke.

If you two are referring to what Donnie told me about the purple ooze, it's called compartmentalization of information," Leo replies closing up on Raph's face.

"If there's even a chance that ooze can make us human-"

"We're turtles, whether you like it or not," Leo says in aggravation.

"It's not about what I like, it's about what people up there are willing to accept!" Raph gestures to outside.

"True acceptance only comes from within," Leo recites.

"Don't give me that fortune cookie muck" Raph glares.

You backed from the two, shaking your head as you turned and walked away. Donnie rushes after you, worried about your reacting to all of this.

"You have to believe me when I say this isn't the outcome I wanted" Donnie said.

You shake your head, "Why didn't you tell me, or consult me? Why Leo?"

"I... I get guess I got too excited" he sighs. "This is something I thought everyone would want. To be normal and living above grouns. You know? To be a normal couple"

"Honey" you coo, reaching out for his hand. "I'm so sorry"

"It's fine-"

"It's not. Donnie, you should have told me this is how you felt. I should've took it into consideration. I shouldn't have gotten mad" you said.

"I'm sorry, I-" his device on left wrist beeped, Donnie paused to take a look and gave you a sincere look. "I'm sorry honey, there's a break in-"

"Say no more" you smiled. "Go be a hero"

"Leo. Leo, an alarm just tripped at the Hayden Planetarium. We have to get uptown" Donnie reports rushing towards the blue and red clad.

"Gear up, Donnie" Leo commands. "You two stay here"

"You're benching me?" Raph yells out as the two left.

"What did I do?!" Mikey asks.

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Raph had a plan. He had a plan to infiltrate the Police Headquarters with Mikey to get the last of the ooze they got in custody. He called April and Casey down to the lair with a plan in mind, the problem is how to get (Y/n) into the plan without getting much trouble.

He approaches you slowly, as you sat at Donnie's surveillance room watching as your boyfriend and the leader in blue arrive at the museum.

"Hey (Y/n), do you have a minute?" Raph asked.

You turned the chair around, "Sure. What's up Raph?"

"I know Leo and I got into an argument about the ooze-"

"Let me guess you wanna go into police headquarters to find it and use it for yourself?" You said crossing your arms.

"I-I wouldn't say it like that" Raph replied shyly.

"The blue prints are printed. Do not tell Donnie" you said with a smirk. "I'll be reckon. Watch from the outside"

"Thanks" Raph sighs and turns to walk away, but paused. "Why are you helping me?"

"I... I guess I never considered how Donnie really felt. He never told me about his desire to be normal and when he did... I guess I wanna make it up to him" you said.

"You're a good girlfriend (Y/n). Don't forget it" he smiles.

(Y/n) gathered the blue prints and pens, as the rest gathered around the dinner table. April and Casey arrived and sat next to each other, (Y/n) sat next to Mikey who dug into the pizza.

Raph clears his throat as everyone looked up at him, "We need to break into Police Headquarters"

A pause.

A really long, awkward pause.

"So, you want us to break into Police Headquarters?" April repeats.

"Uh, yeah" Raph states obviously. "Donnie said he needs more of the purple ooze to track Bebop and Rocksteady. And you said the cops would've logged it into their evidence control room by now"

"Okay, and Leo is good with this plan?" April questions skeptically.

(Y/n) clears her throat. "Actually, Raph is in charge of this one. Right Mikes?"

"U-Uh right" Mikey says unsure.

Raph places the blueprint down the table. "So, we can take the elevator shafts and vents. We need you three to stay on the ground-"

"Whoa I can't just walk into Police Headquarters" Casey refused.

"What are you? Chicken?" Raph teased.

"Hey!" Casey stood, closing up to Raph. "Who are you calling chicken, turtle?"

(Y/n) chuckles, her temper rising carefully. She reaches out pulling Casey down back his seat. "Listen, do you want to get Beebop and Rocksteady or not?"

Another pause, Casey says. "So we're breaking into Police Headquarters"

"We got one last boondoggle. We need to find someone to sneak you guys in past security checkpoint" Raph says looking at Mikey is disgust as the youngest turtle made a pizza sandwich with pizza. "Only plan I got so far may be a tad less appetizing"

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After convincing Vern to break into the police, everyone got to their spot. (Y/n) sat across the headquarters, looking through the binoculars. Her heart jump out of her chest as she sees the two mutant turtles breakthrough the ceiling. She tossed the binoculars and rushed into the headquarters, seconds before Leo and Donnie arrive.

"Raph, what're you doing with that?" Leo accuses.

"Honey?!" Donnie exclaims seeing his lover.

"Freeze! Don't move! Don't move!" An officer shouts, gun pointed.

Raph's eyes widen repeating, "No, no, no, no, no, no!"

"Freeze right there!"

"Don't move! We'll shoot!"

Raph and Mikey looked at each other as they slowly kneel, (Y/n) rushes towards the two as the officer raises his gun shooting. Pain filled (Y/n)'s right shoulder as she places herself in front of the youngest turtle.

"Don't shoot them" (Y/n) pleads, she winces her shoulder bleeds out.

"Move girl!" An officer shouts.

"No!" (Y/n) shouts. "You don't understand!-"

BANG!

(Y/n) didn't know how quickly it happened. A shot was fired and she placed her body between Raph and Mikey, no matter how small she still blocked them. She felt a huge pain on her chest, she struggled to breathe, she barely registered her body hitting the ground as the four yell out for her.

She saw the color purple as her eyes dropped close.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #bayverse tmnt x reader

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sellensand · 1 year

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The truth about the Golden Lineage

Ok sooo I've just had a MASSIVE realization about Godfrey's children with Marika and I need to share it with the Elden Ring lore community. I have no idea if anyone has already put this theory forward, but as soon as it crossed my mind I knew I had to write it down before I forgot about it.

ELDEN RING SPOILERS BELOW.

I had always kind of assumed that Godwyn the Golden was Godfrey and Marika's firstborn child. This is not stated anywhere though, it was no more than an assumption on my behalf. So I began to wonder... what if the omen twins were actually older than Godwyn? What if they were Marika's first children with Godfrey? The Crucible predates the Golden Age of the Erdtree after all...

Once again, I had always assumed that Morgott and Mohg were thrown into the sewers of Leyndell as soon as they were born, which doesn't really make any sense considering:

- They are both quite well-spoken. They don't act like they were brought up by giant slugs and rats with no contact with the outside world. They are not like the feral omens we fight in the sewers.

- They had to use special shackles in order to keep them down there. As if... they would try to escape. To go back home. Someone had to make sure they never got out.

- They brought at least one doll with them. Newborn babies don't play with dolls, children do.

- Godfrey's words towards Morgott ("It's been a long while...") and the way he holds his son's dead body imply they once knew each other. They once had some kind of relationship. And I'm inclined to believe that Morgott remembers and loves his father too: as SmoughTown points out in his latest video, the magic seal from which Godfrey's golden ghost appears is the exact same Crucible seal that Morgott uses when he "teleports". Morgott created a spectral protector of the Erdtree in the image of his father (I'm about to cry).

So, if Mo & Mo once lived in the surface, why were they shunned? Well, here comes the crazy part. Once upon a time, in the Age of the Crucible, horns, scales, wings and other beastly parts were considered sacred, divine. They were the manifestation of the power of the Tree, from which all life begins, where all life is blended together. With Godfrey being a man from the Age of the Crucible (his knights are the Crucible Knights), it is possible that his first children with Marika, Mo & Mo, were actually revered when they were born.

However, at some point, something motivated Marika to change the dogma. The conquest of the Mountaintops of the Giants gave way to the Golden Age of the Erdtree. All things Crucible were suddenly frown upon. Lord Godfrey and his warriors were exiled from the Lands Between. And the omen twins had to be forsaken.

LUCKILY the royal couple had produced another child, one more in line with the religious ideals of the new age: Godwyn, a perfectly built golden boy, without any Crucible in him. A strikingly handsome prince, with a gorgeous set of long, androginous, golden hair, who we've only seen wearing a beautifully embroidered skirt. His looks and his fashion sense always reminded me of a certain red-headed champion of the Golden Age of the Erdtree...

Has anyone else noticed that the items related to the Prince of Death require both Faith and Intelligence? I'm talking about the Prince of Death's Staff (allegedly made out of a fragment of Godwyn's corpse) and all of the Death sorceries (which said staff boosts). You know which other items also require both of those stats, right? Well, as far as I know, only Rykard's Magma sorceries and the Golden Order incantations need both Fai and Int to be used. And the Sword of Night and Flame, yes, a Carian heirloom hidden in their Manor.

HUH. I wonder what the Carian royal family and Golden Order Fundamentalism have in common... OH, I KNOW. They are both connected to Radagon, the champion who aspired to be complete by dominating both sorceries and incantations.

My point is... What if Godwyn is not Godfrey's? What if he's Radagon's? What if he was Marika's first attempt at having descendants by herself? She was devastated by Godwyn's death because he was her favorite, her perfect golden boy, a personification of the Golden Order and a living proof that she was the One True God.

Now let's have some fun with this theory. We all know about Miquella's obsession with Godwyn ("O brother, lord brother..."). Some have speculated that the statue of the older figure embracing young Miquella and Malenia in Loretta's arena in the Haligtree might be Godwyn, because it doesn't sport Marika/Radagon's signature braid and the asset is apparently flat-chested (according to Vaati's Miquella Lore video).

Did either Miquella or Godwyn know the truth? Was Godwyn particularly protective of the Empyrean twins because they were more than just his half-siblings? I honestly don't know, buy it's not hard to imagine what they felt after their older brother's murder...

I obviously don't have all the answers, but if all of the above was true, it would mean that the whole Golden Lineage is built on a lie, because the firstborn male heir of Godfrey was not only not the firstborn at all, but he was also not Godfrey's! This would be so GRRM it's insane! Even Godrick's pride and his fondness of Lion iconography becomes all the more ridiculous!

Am I going too far with this? Please let me know if I'm losing my mind over this game.

(Oh and link me to any similar theories if you know of any, because I can't be the only one crazy enough to have thought about this).

#elden ring spoilers #elden ring lore #elden ring theory #godwyn the golden #miquella the unalloyed #malenia blade of miquella #godfrey first elden lord #godrick the grafted #the night of the black knives #marika the eternal #radagon #morgott the omen king #mohg lord of blood #grrm #myloreposting

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 1 year

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Clan of Three - Chapter 7

Chapter Seven: Redemption

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 6.3K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, angst, Moff Gideon (he deserves his own warning), sadness like so much

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“You may think you have some idea of what you are in possession of, but you do not.” He speaks up again and Mando yells back into the comm.

“Kuiil, are you back on the ship yet? They're onto us! Kuiil, come in!” Mando yells as nothing comes through on your end.

“In a few moments, they will be mine.” The man calls out.

“Kuiil! Do you copy? Kuiil!” Mando can’t ignore the fear in his chest, if they get the child and with how many enemies were out there they would get you as well.

“They mean more to me than you will ever know.”

You feel a tightness in your chest feeling the loss and feeling of failure…Kuiil.

“Kuiil! Are you there? Come in, Kuiil….Kuiil, come in. Do you copy? Kuiil? Kuiil!”

The cantina is littered with imperial bodies as a former magistrate, a shock trooper, and a Mandalorian all together to protect a child and a girl who have extraordinary powers.

“Is there another way out?” Cara asks peeking out the window at the large platoon of troopers and this imperial warlord.

“No, that's it,” Greef says looking around the whole cantina their only way out is the two doors leading outside.

“What about the sewers?” Mando says and you look over at him,

“Sewers?” You ask and he nods beginning to look around.

“The Mandalorians have a covert down in the sewers. If we can get down there, they can help us escape.” He explains searching for an access point to the sewers.

“Yeah, sewers are good,” Greef says happy for this new piece of news before looking out the window with Cara on the other side. “What the hell are they waiting for?” He asks and you peek over seeing them bring out a giant weapon in large cases.

“Hold up. They're setting up an E-Web.” Cara says fear clear in her voice, “It's over.”

“I found the sewer vent,” Mando calls out and you and Cara come over moving the seat that is blocking the gated vent.

“Let's get the hell out of here,” Cara says trying to pull the grate off the vent but with no luck.

“It's assembled! How long until that thing's cleared?” Greef yells back, “Blow it.”

Mando’s hands move to his belt finding no charges, “I'm out of charges.”

“Get out of the way!” Cara pushes him aside using the large weapon she brought to shoot down the vent, you cover your face from the bright light and the sounds could be heard from outside.

“Your astute panic suggests that you understand your situation. I would prefer to avoid any further violence, and encourage a moment of consideration,” The imperial warlord shouts out as you all pause, “Members of my escort have completed the assembly of an E-Web heavy repeating blaster. If you are unfamiliar with this weapon, I am sure that Republican Shock Trooper Carasynthia Dune of Alderaan will advise you that she has witnessed many of her ranks vaporize mid-descent facing the predecessor of this particular model.”

Your head snaps over looking at Cara as she hears personal details of her life called out, as the man continues to speak, “Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian hunter, Din Djarin, has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore when gun outfitted with similar ordnance laid waste to fields of Mandalorian recruits in The Night of a Thousand Tears.” You look over at Mando who is frozen staring out and you felt an entire door of information open up…you knew his name. After weeks of being with him, something as simple as a name you never learned. He was the Mandalorian, the bounty hunter, or Mando…but you heard his name. Din Djarin.

“Y/n L/n I know you’re in there as well. A thief on Tatooine but you are far more important to me than anything in the galaxy. I know more about you than you know about yourself…you have a much more important role in this than you think you do. Information I know about you…your family…your bloodline can shift the roles. That can alter your dear Mandalorian’s Creed.” The man says and you can feel the stares from the three adults especially the burning one from Mando’s. You couldn’t be more confused with his words…you had no importance in the galaxy than the simple power you had. Your family was nothing..you were nothing.

“I advise disgraced Magistrate Greef Karga to search the wisdom of his years and urge you to lay down your arms and come outside. The structure you are trapped in will be razed in short order and your storied lives will come to an unceremonious end.” He says and you see Greef look away from you before shouting out.

“What do you propose?”

“Reasonable negotiation.” The warlord calls out and Greef scoffs,

“What assurance do you offer?”

The man's voice echoes into the cantina, “If you're asking if you can trust me, you cannot. Just as you betrayed our business arrangement, I would gladly break any promise and watch you die at my hand. I will act in my own self-interest, which at this time involves your cooperation and benefit. I will give you until nightfall, and then I will have the E-Web cannon open fire.” You all look at each other taking in his words before Greef speaks up.

“I say we hear him out.”

“The minute we open that door, we're dead,” Cara says and Greef snaps back,

“We're dead if we don't. At least out there, we've got a shot.” Greef says and Cara is fearful but also filled with anger.

“That's easy for you to say. I'm a Rebel Shock Trooper. They'll upload me to a Mind Flayer.” She says and Greef gives her a look.

“Those aren't real. That was just wartime propaganda.”

“I don't care to find out. I'm shooting my way out of here.” Cara says cocking back her gun before turning to Mando, “What about you, Mando?”

“I know who he is. It's Moff Gideon.” He says and the two adults look almost shocked while you were confused.

“Who?” You ask and Cara is almost in disbelief, “No. Moff Gideon was executed for war crimes.”

“It's him. He knew my name.” Mando says and Greef looks over at him trying to understand what that proves, “So? What does that prove?”

“I haven't heard that name spoken since I was a child,” Mando says

“On Mandalore?” Greef says and Mando shakes his head,

“I was not born on Mandalore.” “But you're a Mandalorian,” Greef asks and Cara explains,

“Mandalorian isn't a race.”

“It's a Creed.” Mando says, “I was a foundling. They raised me in the Fighting Corps. I was treated as one of their own. When I came of age, I was sworn to the Creed. The only record of my family name was in the registers of Mandalore. Moff Gideon was an ISB Officer during the purge. That's how I know it's him. That's how he knows who we all are.”

“He says he needs us, which means the child got away safely.” Greef says trying to shed some good fortune, “I was worried when the Ugnaught didn't respond, but if they'd captured the kid, we'd already be dead.”

“Mando..” You whisper looking at him and he recognizes the look on your face, the self-sacrifice is written all over your face.

“No. no, you’re not doing that kid.” He says shaking your head and you step towards him making him look at you.

“You guys are going to get yourselves killed protecting me. I won’t let your deaths rest on my conscience.” You start and Mando grabs your arms making you look at him.

“My job was to protect you, not let you do this self-sacrificing bullshit!” Mando shouts at you and you can feel the fear in both of you.

“He’s not going to stop coming after us! He knows too much about me…about all of us. I’m not going to let my life ruin yours and the rest of the Mandalorians.” You say looking straight at him and he wasn’t sure if he even had his helmet as you looked right into his eyes. “You have to let me go…” You say softly and he shakes his head the grip on your arms tightens.

“I won’t let you.” He says before grabbing his comm, “Come in, Kuiil. Kuiil?” Silence fills the air and the idea of your sacrifice grows more real to Din and he can feel the fear growing stronger. “Nothing. They might have jammed the link.”

“Kuiil has been terminated.” IG-11’s voice comes through the comm surprising you all,

“What did you do?” Mando says quickly and it almost sounds like the wind is coming from the other side of the comm. Were they on the ship heading far away from Nevarro?

“I am fulfilling my base function.” The droid responds.

“Which is?”

“To nurse and protect.” A low rumble fills the air before the sound of blaster fire enters the air.

“What was that?” Greef asks and you all peer out the window seeing the troopers turn from facing you to one of the pathways as the fighting grows closer. Appearing on a speeder bike two guns in his hands as he shoots down troopers and you see the child strapped to his chest.

“Cover me,” Cara says shooting her gun through the window and hitting some of the troopers down.

Greef rushes outside quickly firing at troopers and you move to go out when a hand latches on to your arm.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Mando says holding onto your arm like it was a lifeline and you nod, pulling out your blaster.

“You don’t either.”

The two of you exit the cantina and are hurled into the fight. Dodging blaster fire overhead, shooting out troopers. Din stayed practically beside you as he fired out against some troopers quickly eliminating any that got near you. You provide cover fire to any coming at Mando’s blindspots. Arms wrap around your waist lifting you into the air and throwing you to the ground you kick your leg out hitting one of the death troopers and seeing two attack Mando. Rolling out of the way grabbing your blaster shooting them in the head as they collapse going to fire on the two attacking Mando but they are already shot down by Greef. Mando pulls you up to your feet as you shoot out at any troopers seeing IG-11 get hit in the leg still protecting the child but beginning to be overwhelmed. You see Mando go over to the E-web taking it off the stand firing it out at the large number of troopers attacking IG. They drop like flies as you fire at but they seemed to keep swarming you all. A shout comes from Mando and you look seeing him stumble forward and shot in the back of the head. Looking past him seeing Moff Gideon standing with his blaster pointing at Mando with a squad of troopers around him. Mando turns holding the e-web ready to fire and you see Gideon’s gaze move from the gun to the ammunition box before his blaster aims there.

“Mando!” You yell right as an explosion sends you flying back hitting the ground blacking out for a second and Mando is sent crashing into the ground with heavy force. A ringing fills your ears as your vision returns trying to push yourself up everything was bright and muted as the gunfire continues, looking forward to seeing Mando on the ground, you yell out though your voice doesn’t reach your ears. Scrambling towards him grabbing his shoulder trying to drag the armored man away from the gunfire. Everything was so quiet but loud at the same time as the blaster fire grows closer to you as Gideon’s troopers draw closer to you. With a yell, you throw your hand out and with a shockwave, the troopers are all sent flying back even Gideon is moved back. Hands grab you pulling you up and away from Mando and you see Cara run in grabbing him slinging him over her back bringing him inside, as Greef gives cover fire throwing you inside as well.

One door closes the other blown down as Gideon steps forward seeing the mass casualties on his end with only five people causing it, “Burn them out.” He growls.

“Stay with me, buddy. We're gonna get you out of here.” Cara's voice sounds muffled as you all barricade yourself by the sewer vent.

“This is our only path out. Can you clear it?” Greef says to IG-11 stepping forward to take the child when it points a blaster,

“If you go near this child, I will no choice but to kill you.” It says and Greef nods holding his hands up and stepping back.

“I understand. Can you do anything to move the grate?” He asks and IG nods its hand producing a small flame torch to carve its way through the metal.

You see Greef in front of you speaking to you but you shake your head not able to understand him, “Kid can you hear me?!” He says and you see him curse seeing the sight of blood coming from your ears. He holds your arms trying to speak slow enough for you to understand, “You are alright…kid just breathe.” You slightly read his lips seeing ‘breathe’ and you take in a gasp of air not realizing you were holding your breath. You look away from Greef seeing Cara trying to tend to Mando who is leaning against the chair on the floor, his shiny beskar armor was blacked with ash. While you weren’t caught in the explosion the shockwave had sent you flying back.

“Stay with me,” Cara says and Din slowly shakes his head his entire body screaming in pain but mainly his head.

“I'm not gonna make it. Go.” He says and Cara shakes her head reaching behind his head,

“Shut up. You just got your bell rung. You'll be fine.” Her blood runs cold seeing her hand come back red feeling the dampness of the cloth around his neck drenched with his blood.

“Leave me,” Din says and Cara is moving to his helmet trying to fix the injury on the back of his head,

“I'm gonna need to take this thing off.” He grabs her hands pulling them down,

“No. You leave me. You make sure the children are safe.” He says grabbing a necklace from under his clothes ripping it off his neck pressing it into her hands, “Here. When you get to the Mandalorian covert, you show them that. You tell them it's from Din Djarin. You tell them the foundlings were in my protection, and they'll help you.” She couldn’t hide the anger from her sadness come through,

“We can make it.” She says but Din had already given up. You look over as a red-striped trooper enters with a large flamethrower in their hand as the furniture towards the entrance is set ablaze. The ringing in your ears doesn’t cease as IG continues to burn a hole through the sewer vent Greef is standing up yelling at you all but everything was still muffled.

“Come on! Let's go!” You look over at Mando who wasn’t moving.

“Mando…we have to go,” You say unaware of your volume as you come to his side trying to pull him up but he isn’t budging. “Come on Mando, get up.” You pull him turning to Cara who is looking down at the gut-wrenching display. “Cara help me.” You say and you see her turn to Mando speaking to him but you still couldn’t hear them.

“I'm not gonna make it and you know it.” Din says looking at Cara who wanted to refuse this outcome, “You protect the children. I can hold them back long enough for you to escape. Let me have a warrior's death.”

“I won't leave you.” Cara grits out and they can feel the flames growing closer to them.

“This is the Way.”

You all look over when you feel the heat as the incinerator troop stands within the flames pointing the weapon at you sending a mass of flames. You hadn’t expected a wall to form in front of you all and you look down seeing the child holding his hand out. Pushing his hand out the flames shoot back at the trooper making the flamethrower explode killing him. You see the child slump from the exertion as IG-11 kicks the grate open.

“We have to move! Now!” Greef says trying to get you all to leave but you still are looking at Mando.

“Mando, get up we have to go.” You try pulling his arm before you move around to his shoulders to pull him up when your hands slip against something. Pulling back your heart grows cold seeing the red stain on your hands. You look at him and he sees the tears welling in your eyes. His head moves slightly while speaking but you shake your head.

“I...I can’t hear you.” You say your voice cracking looking at the defeated warrior, “Let me heal you..I-I can heal you.” Your voice shakes as you try reaching over to heal him the same way the child had but he pushes you back. He continues to speak to you as the flames roar behind you but your head shakes back and forth.

“I can’t hear you! Please just get up…get up Mando. We have to go.” Tears clean the dirt off your face and he softly reaches up wiping them off your face. “Get up Mando! You can’t leave me like this..you can’t.” Your head whips over to Cara who is looking down her heart breaking with each moment.

“Cara help me dammit!” You shout out seeing Cara look away and you look over at Greef who looks crushed but is still yelling at you guys. A hand grabs your face making you look back and you see Mando looking back at you and you can feel his emotions dripping through the beskar and leather covering his skin.

“Go.” He whispers knowing you weren’t going to hear him, “Leave Y/n you have to go.” You shake your head refusing whatever he had to say before he looks at Cara. She curses passing the child off to Greef and he quickly enters the tunnel.

“Escape and protect the children,” Din says to Cara as you continue begging him to get up. She steps forward looking at IG,

“I will stay with the Mandalorian.” The droid says and Cara glares at him,

“Promise me you'll bring him.” “You have my word.”

Cara looks away before grabbing your arm and pulling you up. “No what are you doing?! Cara let go of me. Mando get up! We have to go!” She begins pulling you towards the sewer vent, struggling slightly pulling you with one hand and the other holding her blaster. “Mando stop her! Please don’t leave me! Din! Get up, please! I don’t wanna go! Cara let go of me! Din! Din Please!” Your voice screams out your hand trying to reach out to him as his hand drifts off you falling to his side his heart crumbles watching you fight to stay with him as you’re pulled into the tunnels, him hearing your cries and shouts for him fade.

Tears blur your vision as you let Cara drag you through the tunnels reaching Greef and the child. She pulls out a bacta spray IG had given her, grabbing your face though not as tender as Mando was. She sprays the liquid into both of your ears wiping the blood off your ears your hands still stained with his blood as they shake. You had scuffs and slight cuts from the explosion but losing your hearing had been the main issue. You shove her away wanting to turn back and go back for him but this entire place was a maze and you hadn’t paid attention to where you went.

“You left him to die.” You hiss glaring at the two adults. Your eyes are bloodshot, your voice hoarse from your screams and cries but your hearing had returned slightly the bacta spray already working.

“We had no choice, we have to keep moving,” Cara says giving you a pitying look before looking forward, “Do you know which way to go?” Your heart broke with each step leading you deeper into the tunnels everything looking the same.

“No. I don't know these tunnels. I've only entered from the bazaar. Well, if we get the smell of sulfur and we follow it, it'll lead us up to the plains where the river flows.” Greefs explains holding the child in the pack,

“And the Imps will catch us before we make it to the ship.” Cara says as you turn down another hall the tunnels never-ending, “We need the Mandalorians to escort us to safety.” The sound of footsteps makes you all freeze each of your holding your blasters out ready to attack any troopers that followed after you. The sound of multiple footsteps grows closer and the three of you prepare to fight when the people that arrive make you drop your blaster rushing forward. Your body collides into Mando’s your arms wrapping around his waist tightly and his free hand rest on the back of your head keeping you close to him as he whispers words that you can’t understand. The beskar cold on your skin as tears falls down your face. You pull back looking up at him grateful to see his metal helmet, his rough gloves wipe away the tears on your face.

“I thought you were gone.” You cry and he shakes his head most of his weight on the droid and Cara comes over taking his other side.

“We have to keep moving.” Greef says having returned the child to IG-11.” You’re glued to Mando’s side Cara holding up most of his weight while you have a tight grip on his hand as you turn down another hall seeing more ways to go.

“Ugh, this place is a maze,” Greef says and Mando groans shrugging Cara off him, his footing is slightly stable but he stands tall pushing forward.

“Stop. I can stand.” “The bacta infusion is working,” IG-11 says and Mando steps forward you expect him to pull away from you but he squeezes your hand in reassurance as you continue walking you and Mando leading the way.

“I'll try to find tracks. We're close. Turn here.” You turn down a tunnel you all freeze seeing a pile resting in the middle of the hall. The two of you step forward and you could feel his grip on your hand tightens seeing what the pile was. Mandalorian helmets and armor were discarded and left behind. Had there been an attack? He kneels grabs a helmet looking at the dented protection. The symbol of his people…of his Creed.

“We should go..” Cara says seeing the tension coming off the Mandalorian witnessing this.

“You go. Take the ship. I can't leave it this way.” Mando shakes his head dropping the helmet to the pile before he whips around to Greef stalking towards him, “Did you know about this? Is this the work of your bounty hunters?”

“No. When you left the system and took the prize, the fighting ended and the hunters just melted away. You know how it is. They're mercenaries. They're not zealots.” Greef defends him with a shake of his head but Mando was fueled with rage for this massacre of his creed.

“Did you do this? Did you?” He grabs Greef by his shirt, “No!”

“It was not his fault,” A female’s voice calls out, and coming from a room another Mandalorian is standing there with a large cart beside her. “We revealed ourselves. We knew what could happen if we left the covert. The Imperials arrived shortly thereafter.” She points at the large pile of armor moving to put more in the cart, “This is what resulted.”

“Did any survive?” Mando asks and the woman shrugs walking into a room which you all follow, the heat from the large forge as she lifts the cart pouring them in as they quickly melt down,

“I hope so. Some may have escaped off-world.” She explains.

“Come with us.” Mando asks and she refused, “I will not abandon this place until I have salvaged what remains.” She continues to put more armor into the smelter as the beskar becomes liquid.

“Show me the ones whose safety deemed such destruction.” She says and you see Mando look at you as he grabs the child both of you stepping forward. You can feel her gaze piercing as she looks over the child, “These are the ones that you hunted, then saved?”

“Yes. The one that saved me.” Mando nods and the memory of first witnessing the child and its gift similar to yours with the mudhorn

“From the mudhorn?” The armorer says and Mando nods, “It looks helpless.”

“It's injured, but it is not helpless. Its species can move objects with its mind.” He explains. Was this the same with you, he never knew of humans on Tatooine that could do the same things you could do?

“I know of such things,” The armorer says looking over the child who looks up at her with wide eyes, “The songs of eons past tell of battles between Mandalore The Great, and an order of sorcerers called Jedi that fought with such powers.”

The Jedi…that was something you were familiar with, stories of them told to you through passing. Is that what you were meant to label yourself as?

“It is an enemy?” Mando asks looking at both you and the child.

“No. Its kind were enemies, but this individual is not.” She says before examining you and you could feel her gaze through the helmet covering her face, “And this one?”

“The same as the child...I’ve seen things the both of them can do.” Mando says and she steps forward leaning closer and you try not to lean away from her. Her presence felt heavy and could send fear into any person.

“Where are you from?” She asks looking closely at you.

“Tatooine.” “No.” You frown at her comment, but you were from Tatooine born and raised it was the only thing you knew. Her hand grabs your face tilting it around as you glance at Mando in confusion.

“Tatooine may be where you were born but your blood, that is not. Features old but familiar…qualities of those from Mandalore.” She says and the room grows deadly silent with her observation. You pull away giving her a look.

“I’m…I’m not. I’m not from Mandalore I’m from Tatooine.” You say trying to prove to them but also yourself. “My parents are from Tatooine…we all were from Tatooine.” You say but thinking deeply did you ever know your family? You had no grandparents and you never reached that age to ask deeply where your family was from. It was only the three of you on that desert planet. You were…you couldn’t be.

Information I know about you…your family…your bloodline can shift the roles. That can alter your dear Mandalorian’s Creed.

Gideon’s words ring in your head…was this what he meant. “What do I do with them,” Mando asks and the armorer moves to the forge,

“They are foundlings. By Creed, they are in your care.” She says moving around the forge and you watch the liquid beskar move through.

“You wish me to train them?”

“They are too weak. They would die. You have no choice. You must reunite them with their own kind.” The armorer says all this information is too much for both you and Mando,

“Where?”

“This, you must determine.” The armorer responds,

“You expect me to search the galaxy for the home of this creature and deliver it to a race of enemy sorcerers?” He incredulously asks and the Armorer repeats words you’ve heard many times.

“This is the Way.”

“Hey. These tunnels will be lousy with Imps in a matter of minutes. We should at least discuss an escape plan.” Cara says looking out into the hall.

“If you follow the descending tunnel, it will lead you to the underground river. It flows downstream toward the lava flats.” She points out the door with a large hammer of hers.

“I think we should go,” Greef says and you all prepare to leave but you see Mando not moving,

“I'm staying. I need to help her and I need to heal.” “Mando…”

“You must go,” The Armorer says pointing to the two of you, “Foundlings are in your care. By Creed, until it is of age or reunited with its own kind, you are as its father. This is the Way.” She says and she moves around her forge as you look at Mando…he was meant to be your father. Din was looking at you with the same look, he was a father now, especially a father or two. “You have earned your Signet. You are a clan of three.” She says holding a signet and fusing it to his right pauldron.

“Thank you.” Mando nods looking at the visible achievement, “I will wear this with honor.”

“We should go.” You say grabbing Mando’s hand and making him look at you and the child in IG’s arms.

“IG, please guard the outer hallway. A scouting party draws near.” The armorer says and IG nods removing the child from its arms and passing it off to Cara who fumbles to hold the child correctly. “Hang on. I don't do the baby thing.”

“I have one more gift for your journey. Have you trained in the Rising Phoenix?” She says moving behind the forge grabbing something and Mando nods,

“When I was a boy. Yes.”

“Then this will make you complete.” She says holding a completely beskar jetpack you look at it in awe and Mando thanks her, “When you have healed, you will begin your drills. Until you know it, it will not listen to your commands.” She finishes

“I understand.” The sound of gunfire fills the hall and you all turn weapons ready but when one set of footsteps appears turns out to be IG-11.

“You are protected.”

“More will come. You must go.” She says and Mando looks over at her,

“Come with us.”

His mentor shakes her head, “My place is here. Restock your munitions,” She points over to a table and Mando moves to grab more charges and anything else he might need as she passes the jetpack to IG, “IG, carry this for Din Djarin until he is well enough to wear it. Now, go. Down to the river and across the plains. Be safe on your journey.” Your hand grabs Mando’s leading him out the door as he looks back one last time. A place he had called home, every memory of it.

“Thank you.”

Following her directions you find yourself in front of a stream of lava, it slowly flows down a river. “This is the lava river,” Greef says with a boat in front of you.

“The ferry droid is fried.” You say pointing at the droid covered in hardened magma.

“Yeah, but if we push the boat out, we can get it to float downstream,” Greef says and he and Mando push against it trying to get it to budge. This must have not been used in years, the stone hardened together. “Push!”

“Come on! What're you doing?” Mando gives Greef a look as they fail at moving it.

“Let's try this. Push!” Greef says the two push again and Cara steps forward.

“Hold him,” She passes the child off to IG grabbing her blaster, “You guys mind getting out of the way?” After a lot of blaster fire the rock crumbles and with a kick the boat is pushed into the river.

“Oh! Good job.” Greef says as you all begin to climb on.

“Watch your feet. It's molten lava.” IG says the joke not landing well. “No kidding.”

Suddenly behind you what was supposed to be a fried droid rises the hardened rock falling off it as it speaks to you all “I don't suppose anybody here speaks droid?” You say looking at them,

“I believe he is asking where we would like to go,” IG says translating for you all.

“Downriver. To the lava flat.” Greef says and the droid brings up a large staff beginning to steer you down the molten river. Looking over at the bay noticing small creatures run along the rock formations as you continue moving downstream. Further, ahead you see what looks like the exit daylight shining through.

“That's it. We're free!” Greef says and you feel relief fill your body. You see Mando staring further out before shaking his head, “No. No, we're not. Stormtroopers. They're flanking the mouth of the tunnel. It looks like an entire platoon. They must know we're coming.” Mando explains having used his helmet scanner.

“Stop the boat.” Cara turns to the droid but it ignores her, “Hey, Droid, I said stop the boat. Hey! I'm talking to you. I said stop!” She whips out her blaster shooting it in the head it collapses but the boat continues to move.

“We're still moving,” Greef says and you all look forward to the slowly approaching entrance.

“Looks like we fight.” You say pulling out your blaster

“There are too many.” Mando shakes his head and you give him a look,

“Then what do you suggest? 'Cause I can't surrender.” Cara says

“They will not be satisfied with anything less than the children.” IG says looking at you and the child resting in its arms, “This is unacceptable. I will eliminate the enemy and you will escape.”

“You don't have that kind of firepower, pal. You wouldn't even get to daylight.” Mando says and IG just looks at him.

“That is not my objective.”

“We're getting close. Saddle up.” Greef yells out as you draw closer.

“I still have the security protocols from my manufacturer. If my designs are compromised, I must self-destruct.” IG explains and Mando is confused.

“What're you talking about?”

“I am not permitted to be captured. I must be destroyed.” IG says as the mouth is only getting closer.

“Mando…” You yell out to him as he keeps arguing with IG.

“I can no longer carry this for you. Nor can I watch over the children.” IG places the child down as well as puts down the jetpack that was gifted to Mando.

“Wait. You can't self-destruct. Your base command is to watch the kids. That supersedes your manufacturer's protocol, right?” Mando says thinking of the change in protocol.

IG nods knowing its programming explicitly, “Right? This is correct.”

“Good. Now, grab a blaster and help us shoot our way out.” Mando says but IG continues to disagree.

“Victory through combat is impossible. We will be captured. The children will be lost. Sadly, there is no scenario where the children are saved, in which I survive.” IG says and Mando shakes his head trying to come up with a new idea.

“Listen, you're not going anywhere. We need you. Let's just come up with a…”

“Please tell me the children will be safe in your care. If you do so, I can default to my secondary command.” IG cuts him off and you can hear the lingering sadness in his voice.

“But you'll be destroyed.” “And you will live, and I will have served my purpose.”

“No. We need you.” Mando says and IG looks over him almost examining,

“There is nothing to be sad about. I have never been alive.”

Mando looks away rejecting the claim. “I'm not sad.

“Yes, you are. I'm a nurse droid. I've analyzed your voice.” IG says before stepping towards the edge and climbing over its legs sink into the lava as it begins to move forward ahead of you.

“IG? What're you doing?”

You see the droid reach the mouth of the river seeing troopers surrounding it as it begins to beep, “Manufacturer's protocol dictates I cannot be captured. I must be destroyed.” A bright explosion fills the mouth of the river and you shield your eyes as IG destroys himself to neutralize the platoon. The boat slowly exits the river your weapons ready for any leftover Imps but everyone was dead taken down by IG. The loud screech of a TIE fighter appears over the ridge.

“Moff Gideon!” Cara yells out as it draws closer to you all of you shooting out at it your blasters missing their speed. It fires hitting part of the ground one round of bolts heads straight for the boat when they freeze in mid-air the energy pulsing in the air. The three adults look over at the child expecting it to be using his powers when Din sees you holding your hand out it shakes slightly holding back the full energy.

“Kid!” He goes to move to you.

“Don’t!” You yell making him stop in place, you grit your teeth as the bolt moves slightly closer and you focus harder on keeping it back, “Don’t touch me. You gotta get out of here…I don’t know how long I can hold this back.”

“I’m not leaving you, kid,” Mando says and your gaze is hardened on the bolt.

“Our blasters are useless against him. He’s going to come back,” Cara says and if you were struggling on holding this one back how would you for another attack?

“Let's make the baby do the magic hand thing. Come on, baby! Do the magic hand thing.” Greef says and the child does nothing but coos looking back. “I'm out of ideas.” Din looks at you struggling to keep this attack from hitting them and the sound of the Tie fighter returning.

“I'm not,” Din says stepping forward and grabbing the jetpack slinging it onto his back pressing a button on his wrist the jetpack igniting.

“Here he comes!” Cara yells out firing her gun at Gideon. You glance over seeing him heading straight at you putting two hands out holding back this energy. You weren’t going to be able to stop this attack.

“Just get out of here!” You yell sweat beading on your forehead from the energy running through your body the adrenaline making your blood pump faster.

“Stay focus kid!” Din yells out shooting straight into the air before the TIE fighter flies past him, latching his grappling cable to it he’s pulled further into the air. Using a boost of the jetpack he lands on the roof of the cockpit looking down and seeing Moff Gideon looking up at him. Firing trying to break through the glass he jerks the ship sending Din rolling off and he grabs one of the wings. The wind and speed almost throw him off as he grabs a detonator activating it but it flies out of his hand as Gideon spins around to shake him off. Clutching onto the ship he grabs at his belt grabs two detonators and slaps to the left joint the rapid beeping going off as he lets go.

“You guys get out of here!” You yell at Cara and Greef as they grab the child getting away from the boat and you feel your focus slipping as the bolt grows closer.

“Kid I need you to trust me and let go.” You hear Mando’s voice comes through your comm and you look down for a second shrieking slightly as the bolt grows closer to you, feeling its heat and energy just feet away. You don’t get to think as you feel hands wrap around your back and legs as you’re scooped into the air your concentration breaking as the bolt slams into the boat exploding it. Looking up seeing Mando hold you as both of you land on the ground in front of Greef and Cara. He puts you down your arms shaking slightly your heart racing. You felt such a large rush of that feeling that you felt like you were on something.

“That was impressive, Mando. Very impressive. It looks like your Guild rates have just gone up. Same with you Y/n.” Greef says.

“Any more stormtroopers?” Mando asks and Greef shakes his head,

“I think we cleaned up the town. I'm thinking of staying around just to be sure.”

“You're staying here?” You ask the feeling waning off the tingling sensation in your body fading.

“Well, why not? Nevarro is a very fine planet. And now that the scum and villainy have been washed away, it's very respectable again.” Greef explains, while you had only known it for the empire’s control you could only hope he did well with it.

“As a bounty hunter hive?” Mando gives him and look and Greef grins,

“Some of my favorite people are bounty hunters. And perhaps, this specimen of a soldier might consider joining our ranks.” He looks over at Cara who doesn’t seem that opposed.

“Yeah. I've got some clerical concerns regarding my chain code.”

“And if you would agree to become my enforcer, clerical concerns would be the least of your worries. But you, my friend, will be welcome back into the Guild with open arms. So, go off, enjoy yourself. And when you're ready to return, you will have the pick of all quarries.” Greef suggests and Cara nods accepting his proposal and Greef turns to Mando.

“I'm afraid I have more pressing matters at hand.” He declines his offer referencing the two of you as Cara hands you the child.

“Take care of this little one.” Cara says stroking the child’s ear as it lets out a giggle, she looks over at you clapping your shoulder, “Stay safe kid.” You nod adjusting your hold on the child.

“Or maybe, they'll take care of you.” Greef teases as Mando shakes hands with Cara and Greef. He comes over to you and you nod ready to go, he scoops you and the child into his arms activating his jetpack and heading off leaving the two behind.

Mando kneels resting the goggles that belong to Kuiil on the small grave made as the three of you look on before you head to the Crest getting ready to leave Nevarro. Mando situates the child in its pram as you strap yourself into your seat. Fixing his small cloak he feels something with the child pulling out the small mythosaur necklace. ”What do you got there? I didn't think I'd see this again. Why don't you hang onto that?” He tucks the necklace back with the child while starting up the ship.

“Din..” You call out to him and he turns surprised hidden under his mask. It felt unusual hearing his actual name coming from some. That name hadn’t been spoken in years but coming from you he only felt comfort and warmth. He was a clan leader now, these two his children, and he as their father.

“Yeah, kid..” He asks and you look at him the stress and relief clean from your face you looked truly calm.

“Thank you…for everything.” You say looking at him and Mando…Din looks back at you before nodding.

“Thank you too.” He says before facing forward as you leave Nevarro’s atmosphere beginning your new adventure. A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the Jedi, and another teenager with similar powers but an undiscovered lineage. To find the Jedi and find the truth of her bloodline. It was just the first step of everything the Mandalorian, Din Djarin was to learn.

Jawas with their sandcrawler salvage parts to trade from a wrecked TIE fighter, the parts going to be valuable and expensive. A laser pierces through the metal frightening the creatures as they scramble away a hole is cut through appearing a man, with dark imperial clothes flows in the wind. In his hands a blade that glows a deep black almost sucking any light near it to darkness, power, and authority exuding off the weapon. He looks out into the plains his victory in the battle lost but this was only the beginning of a war.

A/N: That's the end of the first season of Clan of Three. It's been so much fun writing this story and with season three out it makes it even more exciting. Only one more episode left in season three ahhh! Can't wait to release season two of this story!

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #clan of three series #the mandalorian #mando x reader #din djarin x jedi!reader #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x reader #din djarin x teen!reader #din djarin #din djarin fanfiction

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dandylovesturtles · 8 months

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TREAT! 100 ft Away Mikey and Raph >:3

Thank you Wren for indulging me by asking about my babies c:

100ft is divided into two arcs, escape arc and recovery arc (you know, in the hypothetical future where I actually write the fic lol). Because Mikey and Raph are separated for escape arc, this is set in recovery arc. That means it's a spoiler but eh... I'm just releasing things about this AU when I feel like it haha. Skip it if you want to, though.

To give you a quick idea of where the boys are at coming into this arc, Mikey has been pretty aggressively asserting his independence from Leo (much to Leo's dismay) because he knows it's better for both of them, and Leo is also upset that Mikey is trying to get closer to Donnie and Raph, who he views as dangerous. Meanwhile, Raph and Donnie have gotten pretty close; Raph is still in a dissociative state where he doesn't talk and he still acts pretty animalistic, but he's improving the more Donnie, April, and Splinter interact with him.

Anyway no real warnings for this one.

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Mikey stares at his ceiling, fingers tangled up tight in his blanket. The last tendrils of the nightmare curl cold around him, chasing away any hope of returning to sleep.

There's a steady drumbeat in his pulse telling him to go to Leo.

But he can't go to Leo. He can't, because having separate rooms was his idea. If he goes to Leo with every trouble he has, they'll fall right back into the same routine they've had the last ten years. They'll never move forward.

He knows all that. But he's scared. His heartbeat is loud and the room is so dark and he's terrified and more than anything he wants his big brother.

And it occurs to Mikey for maybe the first time that he has other big brothers here.

Leo wouldn't be happy about it. But what Leo doesn't know won't hurt him.

Slowly, carefully, Mikey crawls out of his hammock, dragging his blanket with him. The concrete floor of the sewer is cold, but it's not much different from the rock back in the facility. The familiarity doesn't really help with the terror in his veins.

He creeps out past his curtain and into the atrium. Artificial light streams in through the glass above, shining down on the big space and the swirling water. It's quiet in here, only the faint sound of Splinter's TV filtering in from the other room. It occurs to Mikey briefly that he could go there instead, but he still feels a little awkward with Splinter. And he doesn't want to worry him, anyway.

He creeps along the walkway, careful to be especially quiet as he passes Leo's room. He wouldn't be surprised if Leo is awake; he never looks like he slept more than a couple hours every morning. If he finds out Mikey is up, it'll be all over.

But he makes it past the blue curtain without attracting any attention; relief spikes through him, and he barely holds back a sigh.

The red curtain is next in line, and this one Mikey draws back.

Raph's is the biggest of the alcoves they're using as rooms; appropriate, since he dwarfs the rest of them. Even now, after a full month, Mikey's still shocked by how huge Raph is. He could easily crush any of them if he wanted to.

And yet he's gentle. He's never been anything other than careful with them. No matter what Leo thinks, their big brother is still in there. That, Mikey's sure of.

He creeps into the room, letting the curtain fall closed behind him, and surveys the room. Raph has a big bed, but he's laying on the nest of pillows and blankets they've made for him instead. He doesn't seem to understand the purpose of the bed, and they don't push it.

It's not unoccupied, though; Mikey can just see the tip of Donnie's snout where it peeks out from under a pile of blankets. He used to sleep buried in the mud at the bottom of his enclosure; maybe the blankets feel the same.

Donnie isn't afraid of Raph; Donnie sleeps in here more often than he does his own room. That gives Mikey courage, and he moves further into the room.

He freezes when Raph suddenly stirs, raising his head and opening bleary eyes, sniffing the air. He's not aggressive, just curious, trying to figure out who's there.

Mikey lets out a soft chirp, because Raph seems to understand that better than speech.

Raph sniffs a little longer, then lets out a soft chuff. Then he rolls onto his side, making space.

Mikey takes that as his cue to dive into the blanket nest.

Ever so gently, Raph settles back down on his stomach next to Mikey. He wraps one arm around Mikey, pulling until Mikey is cradled close to his side. He gives Mikey one more snuffle, making Mikey giggle, then chuffs again and lays his head back down.

Mikey feels warm and cozy and safe wrapped up under his big brother's arm. The last of the nightmare fades away, a comfortable drowsiness taking its place.

Mikey falls asleep hugging Raph's arm.

#dandy trick or treat #100 feet and a world away #rise mikey #rise raph

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black-aurora-nora · 1 year

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The Lie Above Pt. 1 | Yandere!TMNT (2016) x Teen!Reader

The TV loudly played throughout the sewer that had been your home for a few months now. The same theme song that you'd now grown to hate played for the umpteenth time and you found yourself unable to watch what was once your favorite TV show.

You huffed, turning down the volume and picking up a word search book. This would be your 20th one, if you remembered correctly.

Flipping through the pages, you huffed again and threw the book back onto the small table.

You hated this.

You hated when your brothers left, but you understood that it couldn't be helped.

The world was ending outside, above the sewers. A couple months ago, an alien species called the Krang began their colonization of the world. Your brothers were some of the only few left that could help in the rebellion.

And though you understood that they were needed, you wished that your life wasn't so dull. Hiding out was incredibly draining.

You missed your old life.

Your mom and dad.

You used to cry a lot when you first found out they were dead. Leo was the one that told you and Mikey would stay behind to watch after you while you grieved.

The both of you grew close during that time but then you got better and they had to start going out to fight the bad guys.

Sometimes you worried about them.

Speaking of the devil, you heard the telltale sounds of your brothers cheering and whooping as they arrived back to the base.

"Wassup, (Y/N)!" Mikey greeted.

You mustered up a small smile, "Hey."

Raph groaned at your lack of enthusiasm, "Oh no," He groaned, "She's in a sour mood again. You run out of word searches again?"

Leo elbowed him, shooting him a sharp look, "Don't."

"What's troubling you, my little sister?" Mikey asked in a silly tone, coming over to sit by you and drape a green arm over your shoulder, "C'mon, you can tell Big Bro Mikey, ignore the big bad Raph."

“There’s nothing to do down here. You guys are gone for hours and I’m stuck here watching reruns and doing word searches.” You explained, “I need something else to do.”

Donnie hummed at that, taking in what you said with a push of his glasses, “Like what? I’m sure we can find something else for you above ground.”

You shrugged, sliding away from Mikey.

An idea popped into your head and you blurted it out, “What if there was a way I could help you guys out during your missions?”

“No.” Leo responded firmly.

You slumped slightly before continuing, “I don’t mean go out with you guys,” you corrected, “I meant what if Donnie taught me how to use some of his computers? I could be the team’s ‘eye’.”

Then you’d never be bored and know that they’re safe. It was perfect.

“No, (Y/N).”

You furrowed your brows, “Why not? I’m not in the line of fire and I’m actually a part of the team! I could be great help as long as Donnie teaches me!”

The three brothers looked to the leader and Leo only kept his eyes rested on you.

Raph crossed his arms, cocking his head to the side, “Do you really think that you’re smart enough to use Donnie’s computers? Or that Donnie has enough time to teach you?”

Those were good questions but you had answers.

“I’m not smart enough now, but I can learn and you guys can’t go out during the day so that leaves plenty of time for him to teach me.” You felt yourself glowing at how well you answered.

How could they say no now?

"Look, (Y/N)," Leo started with a sigh and you felt yourself slump ever so slightly, "Donnie is already our tech guy. We can't waste time trying to teach you what he already knows."

Donnie nodded sadly in agreement, "Leo's right, (Y/N). Plus, we need to rest up during the day. I can't have a sharp mind on little sleep, y'know?" He chuckled nervously.

"So... I'm just supposed to stay trapped down here doing nothing?!" You asked rhetorically, "You guys can go out and fight in the rebellion but I have to sit down here with no one to talk to and three things to do?" Your arms crossed over your chest, "Yeah, that sounds fair."

Raph scoffed at your display of attitude, "You make it sound like we have fun while we're out there."

"It's better than staying down here," You huffed, unable to stop yourself from speaking out your thoughts, "Sometimes I wish I'd died before I'd met you guys."

You felt a release in your chest. It kind of felt good to get that out. But it also felt bad because you knew it would hurt your brothers.

But maybe you wanted to hurt them. All they ever did was leave you down in the sewers expecting you to greet them with a smile every time they came back. It was only fair that they feel a bit of what you dealt with every day.

There was a stunned silence that surrounded you and you almost said more.

"You don't mean that." Leo told you tightly. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about.

A shrug left you, "Yeah, because Leo always knows the answer." You said with whimsical sarcasm. "Leo always knows what's best, so who gives a fuck what (Y/N) thinks, right?"

"(Y/N)-" Mikey reached out for your shoulder but you stood up.

"Let's just get poor (Y/N) some more puzzle books, that'll shut her up. Let's make sure she doesn't get too close to Mikey because I'm Leo and what I say goes, right?"

Despite how visibly upset you were, Leo's fortitude didn't crack.

"You're obviously upset and saying things you don't mean. Why don't you go cool off in your room?"

Without another word, you beelined straight to your room and slammed the door.

The brothers remained silent for a few more moments until Raph spoke up.

"She read you for filth, huh?" He chuckled.

Mikey snorted at the comment, “Yeah, Leo, that must’ve sucked. I’m glad I wasn’t on the receiving end of that one.”

“I don’t know if more word searches is going to fix this.” Donnie thought for a moment, “I can try and get some other TV shows burned on some CDs but who knows how long that’ll hold her over until the next tantrum.”

“We’ll have to talk to her later. Try to help her understand that she’s got no choice but to stay down here.” Leo told his brothers.

“Probably need to make this ‘rebellion’ seem more dangerous than she previously thought.”

With that said, Donnie turned to go to his computers, “Since (Y/N) went to bed early, I’m going to make sure that her parents aren’t still looking for her on the news channel.”

“Good idea. Hopefully they’ll lose hope soon.”

The four brothers went their separate ways and (Y/N) quickly scurried back to her room, heart in her stomach.

What the hell was going on?

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yanyanderes · 1 year

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Yep! He is 5 feet flat and I've also read somewhere that he's the heaviest, even outweighing 12 Donnie (because height still adds up in case someone decides to say "but he's thin"). I'm not surprised by this considering Raph here is "pure muscle from head to toe" according to Splinter. I wonder if maybe y/n tries to use cockroaches to get him away? Actually, that'd probably be a bad idea. If I remember correctly, he temporarily sucked up his fear to save Mikey from the roach terminator earlier in the show. He'd likely do the same here but crazed. But still! LOOOL imagine the scenario of y/n being so desperate, they stay by a dumpster full of roaches and Raph is just standing there with Sais in hands roaring, "Get over here! NOW!"

Y/n might even have the confidence and start teasing him for being a little ball of testosterone but yet, terrified of these small creatures and he ends up snatching you away and then beating your ass until you black out

ok i know this probably wasn’t what you were looking for, but i think this idea is just so funny. might post some art of it later

“please don’t look here please don’t look here please don’t look here”

that’s all (y/n) can think as they curl into a ball, their dumpster the only thing hiding them from the raging mutant looking for them. the stench of rotten food and other waste they don’t want to even think about attacks their nose, yet they keep reminding themselves “better in here alone than out there with him”

“(Y/N)!”

even through the metal walls of their safe haven, raph’s voice booms, his footsteps just as furious. (y/n) covers their mouth, suppressing a whimper hearing the sound of metal shifting. no doubt, he was checking the other dumpsters and would reach this one soon. all they can do is squeeze their eyes closed and pray he gives up.

but their prayers go unanswered when the dark dumpster is suddenly illuminated by the moonlight.

“what’re you doing in there?! get out here right now-!”

they can feel raph reach his hand out to grab them and yank them out into the alleyway, yet his hand never makes contact with them. instead, he lets out a high-pitched scream, and they hear him fall to the ground. did someone come to save them? peaking through their fingers, they look up to see who their savior is…

a cockroach.

a small cockroach, poking its head up to gaze down at the retreating mutant, who had backed into a wall and was now staring in fear.

is- is raph messing with them?

is the mutant who would beat anyone who so much as looked at them weirdly to a pulp,

the beast who had kept them locked up in the sewers for weeks,

now on the verge of a heart attack? because of a roach?

and honestly, (y/n) can’t help but laugh. they know they shouldn’t. after all, their captor was still standing several feet in front of them, but come on! it’s been so long since they’ve seen a scene so comical!

“what are you laughing at?! when i get my hands on you, i’ll-“

raph starts putting his brave face on again, but it quickly vanished when the cockroach climbs into (y/n)’s hand and they hold it out, practically sticking it in his face. he’s left screaming yet again, (y/n) swears he nearly jumped out of his shell.

“oh? what were you saying? sorry, i was a bit preoccupied with my new buddy~”

they keep their hand outstretched, and this moment goes on for a while, with (y/n) taunting raph while he cowers. every time he tries to threaten them, all they have to do is hold their new friend out, and raph is back to practically hiding in his shell. to (y/n), it feels oddly satisfying to see their roles reversed.

until the “new friend” gets bored and flies away.

the roach flies away and leaves (y/n) alone, peaking out of the dumpster with their empty palm outstretched to a very humiliated, very angry raph.

“that little traitor.”

#yandere tmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt 2012 #yandere raph #yandere 2012 raph #yandere #yan-asks

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What's your opinion on the fandom rhetoric about how Sam lacks bodily autonomy but Dean has it? I personally think it's weird that it's such a widespread idea when it's just blatantly untrue. A big theme for Dean's character is that his body is seen as a weapon or tool for others to use, so it's strange that people claim that he has full bodily autonomy.

(...okay, that the gif is by 'unfuckablebogtroll' is somehow very fitting.)

I think my main opinion of the fandom rhetoric is that there are a lot of batshit bitter sam girls who screech that dean is a meanie meanerton who doesn't respect sammy's presh 'tonomy and there are a lot of batshit extreme dean girls who wail about how sam is a meanie meanerton who, idk, waterboards dean in his spare time or whatever they're complaining about this week (I've unfollowed as many as I can of both camps), so for the most part both groups can be completely flushed down into the sewers of 'jesus christ, do you guys ever actually watch the show rather than circlejerk the same four arguments about it? ...no? oh. well, at least you're honest.'

So, with that said.

Yeah, obviously Dean lacks autonomy. But there's a difference between autonomy and agency, and I'm not going to pretend to have a super solid grasp on either (since a lot of philosophical debate [especially by fangirls] makes me want to jump into the aforementioned sewer just not to hear it anymore), but I can at least kind of make a stab, since you asked.

At least in the way I understand it (do you see all the caveats), bodily autonomy is literally getting to decide what happens to your body, including where it goes and who's inside it and what's done with it, and agency is general decision-making of like the brain sort -- what decisions will I make, who will I be, and so on. Both Sam and Dean are assailed on both fronts alllllll the time. Fandom folks tend to exaggerate those assaults on their preferred brother (because, for some reason, egregious victimhood is the only way you get to be a cool character?? what is that about.), but as with a lot of things in CW's Supernatural, the actual facts are a lot more balanced than fandom weirdos will admit.

Sure, Sam's got a bunch of autonomy assaults. Torture, possession, etc. Most of the time, though, I see his agency as pretty intact. He may not necessarily want to do some of the things he does (childhood hunting comes in here), but he chooses to do them. Is he manipulated sometimes? Sure. Lied to? Obv. But there's an essential steel pillar at the center of Sam and whether they're good choices or whether they're bad choices, he is the one who makes them, and he lives with those consequences. This is part of why the s9 thing with Gadreel is troubling: yeah, it's about bodily autonomy on one (more boring) level, but the much bigger problem is that Dean overrode his agency -- part of why I tend to believe that Sam's biggest objection is that Dean lied and then couldn't apologize for it, when Sam's agency is the most precious thing he owns. Now, he's a smart guy, and there are times his agency does take a blow because of some canon circumstance -- he doesn't want to do X but the world will end if Y, so X it is -- but for the most part Sam's solid and he can live with what he has to do. Though he won't pointlessly die of blue balls about it. What a silly stand on agency that would be.

Dean, meanwhile, doesn't actually have his bodily autonomy violated too much. By which I mean: of course, Dean-as-object is one of my favorite tags, of COURSE he's used as a meatsack and a weapon and a fuckdoll and all those lovely things. But he's very rarely literally possessed; he's holding the blade or the gun or what-have-you. That said, his agency is in the fuckin' gutter, haha, and that's more often what I mean by Dean-as-object. From childhood he's fully expecting to be told what to do, to be used as a pawn, to be used in other ways, to take on someone else's responsibility and make it his own and subsume his actual desires and wants for the good of... whoever. Usually John, but not always. This is something Sam doesn't really... do, that often. Sam might hate that he's making a choice but he does seem to understand that he is the one making it, whereas on Dean's part it so often feels like the choice is automatic -- of course he'll do what John says, of course he'll sell his soul, of course he'll... kiss some lady so the Qareen chases him instead. Now, are all those things tied to autonomy, too? Of course. But with Dean I feel like it's a bigger issue that his agency has been taken out at the knees ever since he was ~5 years old -- the autonomy problem is very much secondary.

Agency and autonomy are tied together and assaults on both happen relatively equally to both characters. What matters more is their attitudes about it, and their natures (whether they're essential or if they've been nurtured into acting a particular way). And, of course, there are different times in canon where these tendencies shift or even flip, e.g. in late s8 where Sam's certainty wobbles, or in s10 where Dean's autonomy w/r/t the Mark of Cain is really dicey.

Violated vs violable, victimized vs victim. A ton of it is in the eye of the beholder and OBVIOUSLY fandom will just sail off in its own directions any ol' way, depending on what shipping mood someone is in, how much projection is going on, what the phase of the moon is, etc. But generally speaking I find that Sam has a lot of agency in his life but often his autonomy is imperilled; Dean has a lot of autonomy but his agency is practically nil. At least for a while. What's nice is that Sam does have agency and he uses that agency to choose his own path in life, decide what he wants, and what he wants is -- a life with Dean. Dean maybe never really had a choice in the matter, but so what? He can stay in his bunker, and fight the monsters he needs to fight, and -- lucky for him, there's a strong hand covering his left side. What more could a cat ask for.

#answers #spn meta #i imagine people will hate on this but fuck it #people who don't respect sam's agency: miss me #or whatever it is the kids say #people who think dean can make up his own mind: lol #where were you when uhh all of the backstory happened #now obv it's all very nuanced and complicated but like #why are you doing the trauma olympics #it all sucks. they choose to deal with it and live.#hallelujah

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Jen and Gabby chapter 7 (FINALE)(kinda)

hey! so this is the seventh chapter of my first gt story and serves as the climax and finaile of the story so far. BUT, that being said, this isn't the end. I still have to write an epolouge to wrap everything up. and then after that, I have some more ideas for these characters and this world, so let me know if you'd like to see that! thank you for stayting with this story this whole time, and as always, criticism is appreciated.

cw: cages, dehumanization, some stabbing, near death experience (no one dies, don't worry.)

heres the previous part:

and heres the first part:

thanks for reading, hope you enjoy it!

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It was late at night, past nine pm. It was raining again, though a lot less than before. Sara was solemnly looking out the window at the raindrops streaming down. The ground out there looked cold, wet, and muddy. It was so dark, the only light was coming from streetlights and from the windows of houses that were still up. There were large, dark brown puddles on the ground from the grass being overflooded. Some of the water was flowing downhill, and into sewers, sweeping everything in it away. It was dreadful for Sara to think of what could happen to the borrower from earlier, who insisted on leaving and going out there to save her sister, but Sara couldn’t stop looking outside, thinking of where she was, where her sister and the tiny that was with her were, thinking of what else she could’ve done for them. She was caught off guard when she heard the front door open behind her. It was Sara's mother, holding some bags with groceries in them.

“Damn, traffic was crazy with all that rain out there,” Sara's mom chuckled. Sara gave a light smile.

“Hey Mom,” She said, walking towards her and helping her with the food.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Sara's mother said, “sorry I took so long, probably too late to make dinner now,”

“It's fine, we had leftovers,” Sara rubbed the back of her neck as she put the food away on the fridge and cabinets, “so, dad went back to work for…something important, I guess,”

“Oh, he can never get a break from work,” Sara's mother said, “I swear, he spends more time at that damn place than in his own bed,”

“So… Mom, can I ask you something?” Sara said, before turning towards her mother,

“Sure sweetie, what is it?” Sara's mother said,

“Uh, do you know…what a ‘lili’...’lilipotan…..” Sara struggled to pronounce the word her father said earlier,

“Lilliputian?” Saras mom asked.

“Yes, you know what a Lilliputian is?” Sara asked,

“It means small and trivial,” Her mother said, “something that people act like is important but is actually meaningless and stupid,”

“...oh…” Sara said, a bit offended for the tinys she met earlier that are apparently called that,

“The word comes from this old legend, about islands with little people, and giants, and horses, and such, your father was obsessed with that old story back when we were in college,” Sara's mother said. “He usually doesn’t like fairy tales like that, so it was weird how into it he was,”

“Dad was into that when he was in college?” Sara asked,

“Yeah, he was majoring in bio-testing, and he liked the idea of experimenting on smaller humans for better results. I used to call him a mad scientist for it,” Sara's mom laughed, “I think he like, jokingly followed some conspiracy theory club about those things from the story being real, crazy, huh hun?”

“Uh..yeah,” Sara said, looking down, “so….you should probably like…sit down or something for what I’m about to tell you,”

“Huh?” Sara's mother looked confused, “what is it?”

Meanwhile

“What happened to your hand?”

The scientist was at a sink, wrapping their right hand with bandages after cleaning it. Their face still winched in pain from the wounds and the feeling of soap and water disinfecting them. They looked at the other scientist who asked the question.

“It was stabbed by one of those things, Dr. Smith,” the scientist said as they finished treating their hand.

“The lilliputians?” the other scientist asked, “they didn’t have any weapons when they were brought here by me, did they bite you?”

“There was a new one,” the scientist said, “they were dark-skinned and female, like the young one still in captivity, but they were older and had a sewing needle and a sling bag. They stabbed me in the hand, then the ankle, and then they ran away with the male.”

“There's another one?” Dr. Smith said, “Where did it come from? Is it connected to the two we already have?”

“I don’t know, it just showed up in the room that I left the male in, unlocked it from the cage, and stabbed me.” the other scientist said, sounding annoyed and angry, “I’m clocking off work, you can deal with the two loose subjects,” They said as they walked away. Dr. Smith took the radio off his belt and spoke into it while pressing a red button on it.

Jen and Tim were under a janitor's card while waiting for the main hallway to be clear. Jen was wiping her needle off with a small ripped-off piece of paper towel. Tim looked at her.

“You really, uh, went all out when that scientist came back…” he said,

“Thanks, I had to,” Jen said, “I’m not letting what happened at the house happen again,”

“So that's why you attacked the ankle?” Tim asked,

“I was aiming for the heel actually,” Jen said, looking out from under the cart. “So where is Gabby?”

“Back in the room the human took me from,” Tim said,

“Where in the room? Was it like, a cage, or a jar, or the thing you were in,”

“A cage, it was up high on a stack of other cages with white bars. The door was similar to the one I was in, but there's nothing in front of it to hold onto, so we’ll have to hang onto the bars without falling,” Tim said,

“That sounds easy enough, the hard part will be getting Gabby down,” Jen said, “she's never had to go down a string like that before,”

“It’ll be fine, I’m sure we’ll think of something,” Tim said, “by the way, how did you get here? Aren’t we far away from where we were?”

“Oh, uh,” Jen rubbed the back of her neck, “I got help…from…” she sighed, “you know,”

“Rebecca?” Tims eyes widened, “so, you trust her now?”

“Just to bring me here and bring us back,” Jen said, “not with anything else, especially not Gabby,”

“Oh,” Tim looked down, “well it's a start at least you trust her little now,”

“Can we stick to the point?” Jen said, annoyed and a bit embarrassed from Tim finding out that she needed help from Rebecca, help from a human. “Come on, lets go,”

“Wait, where is Rebecca?” Tim asked,

“outside, in the car.” Jen said, “she's waiting for us to get out.”

“Oh,” Tim said,

“Come on, we’re wasting time,” Jen held her needle as she stepped out from under the cart. She looked around before waving for Tim to follow her. The two borrowers traveled much in the same way Jen traveled alone. They would quickly and quietly move along the side of the wall, being careful to stay in the shadows and hiding wherever they could whenever a human got near. They noticed some of the humans were specifically looking behind potted plants and under chairs, and going in and out of empty rooms for seemingly no reason. They were looking for something, more than likely them. Jen kept her needle drawn at her side. She gave Tim the fishing hook she had so that he would have something to defend with. It was a lot slower getting back to the room where Gabby was than it was for Jen before, there were more close calls with humans looking around. The door was already open when they did eventually find their way there. Jen stepped through the doorway first through the side, and Tim followed. The room was very white and cold. The walls were tiled and the floor was concrete. There was a desk in the middle of the room and counters at the walls, one with a sink. There were tall metal wire shelves with boxes of equipment and scientific instruments. There was one shelf made up of metal cages that seemed to be for rats or mice. Tim pointed at the stack of cages,

“That's where me and Gabby were,” he said to Jen. Jen nodded and looked around for a way to get up there. She looked up at one of the metal shelves. She took the fishing hook out of her bag and threw it up the shelf, latching it onto one of the metal bars.

“Come on, let's get up there and see if we can find a way to get to her before anyone comes in here,” Jen said, beginning to climb up the rope.

“Did the human from before leave this door open?” Tim asked, following Jen up the string, “I don’t remember the door here being left open,”

“Well, when he put you in that other room, he left to get something.” Jen said, “Maybe he went back here to get it. That or it was someone else,” she pulled herself up to the first shelf of the metal rack. She pulled up Tim and then threw the hook to the next shelf.

“Maybe, but it seems weird, right? Why would any of these humans leave this door open for us to get through?” Tim wondered. Jen started climbing again.

“Maybe one was in here, but they left thinking they would be back so soon, they wouldn’t have to close it,” Jen said, “if that’s the case, we have to hurry and get to the top of this thing,”

“Right,” Tim said, climbing after Jen. The borrowers made it to the second shelf, which was on level with the counters around the room. Jen and Tim got onto the counter and got to the side of the stack of cages. The counters were mostly empty, other than some glass measuring containers and unused beakers. There wasn’t much to hide behind, which made Jen anxious. The side of the tower of cages was made out of metal. The front of the cages were bar doors. Jen turned to Tim and handed him the fishing hook.

“Hang onto this, I’m gonna try something,” JEn said. Tim nodded as Jen took the other end of the string and leaned over the edge of the counter. Tim held on tight to make sure Jen didn’t fall off. Jen held onto the string with one hand and tried to grab the bar of the cage. She managed to grab onto it and pull herself onto it. She nearly fell as she pulled herself onto the front of the cage. The door had metal bars close together, and a side lock similar to the one from the top of the container TIm was in earlier. Jen put the end of the sting in her mouth and started climbing the bars like they were a ladder. Tim looked at her from the side of the counter. Jen looked down at him. She took the string out of her mouth.

“Keep a lookout. If a human comes in here, tug on the string, but don’t make me drop it, alright?” Jen said,

“Got it,” Tim said, wrapping some of the string around his hand. Jen put the end back in her mouth and kept climbing. She got to the top of the empty cage and started scaling the second one.

Meanwhile,

It has been nearly over an hour now. Rebecca was still in the car, waiting for Jen, Tim and Gabby to get out. Every so often she would check around the ground outside the car to make sure the borrowers weren’t waiting there for her. Part of her was worried that someone would come out of the building and tell her to leave, though she was more worried about whatever was happening inside. Rebecca checked her phone. It was eleven forty-three. Jen said to go in and find Tim and Gabby at midnight, but Rebecca was so anxious, she was considering going in now. It wouldn’t have been the first time she went to find the borrowers before they wanted her to go find them, earlier she promised Jen not to go out and find them until the next morning, and she went out that night instead because of the rain. Jen didn’t mean to mind too much then, though that could’ve been due to her needing help at the time. Rebecca didn’t want to betray Jen's trust, even if it was for the tiny's own good. But she couldn’t bear to think of what could be happening inside. if Jen was caught, if she was too late, if she was still looking or stuck somewhere. Rebecca was antsy, practically squirming in her car seat trying not to go inside and look for Jen before she was supposed to. Suddenly, another car pulled up a couple of spots away from Rebecca's parking spot in front of the building. It was a gray minivan driven by a woman with dark, blondish hair. In the passenger's seat was a girl, no older than 16. With unnatural-looking black hair that seemed to have been dyed. They both had green eyes like the eyes of the kid Jen said took Gabby. Rebecca watched them silently from her car as they got out of their car and went inside. The woman seemed mad about something. It seemed like she was speaking sternly to the secretary at the front of the window. Rebecca decided to step inside for a moment,

“I’m telling you, I desperately need to speak with my husband right now,” the woman said,

“My apologies Mrs. Smith, your husband is busy right now with something important,” the person at the front desk said.

“This is urgent, we need to talk to him immediately,” the woman said, “you have to send him up here,”

“Ma’am, when Dr. Smith came in here, he said he was here for something very important that couldn’t wait for anything,” the secretary said, “you and your daughter are just gonna have to wait for him to be finished,”

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing! He's doing something terrible!” Mrs. Smith exclaimed. Her daughter spoke up from next to her,

“At least leave a message for him that we’re here,” Sara said, leaning over the desk.

“Sorry, he specifically said not to be disturbed.” the secretary said. “He's the head scientist here, there's nothing I can do,”

Sara and her mother sighed and walked away from the desk.

“Sorry honey, there's nothing we can do right now.” Sara’s mother said, “We’ll have to wait for him to come out on his own.”

“Maybe we could try calling him again,” Sara suggested,

“No, it’ll just go to voicemail again,” Mrs. Smith said, before sighing again and looking down, “we’re not leaving until we talk to him about this. I can’t believe your father would do something like this… completely disgusting.”

“Thanks again for believing me about this, mom,” Sara said, “I thought you would think I was crazy,”

“Don’t mention it sweetie,” Saras mother said, sighing and gesturing to some chairs in the lobby. “You go sit down. I’m gonna keep trying to get a hold of your father,”

“Ok mom,” Sara said. She went over to the chairs and sat down. They stared at the floor for a moment thinking about everything, as a woman walked inside from the rain and sat a few chairs away from her. Sara looked up at her. She had light brown hair, blue eyes, and wore a black rain jacket. Sara recognized her as one of her neighbors, she had seen her around at neighborhood events and remembered going to her house while chaperoning Danny on halloween. The neighbor looked over at Sara, who quickly stopped looking.

“Hey,” the neighbor said with a small wave. Sara looked back at her.

“...hi,” she said awkwardly.

“We live on the same street, right?” the neighbor said,

“Yeah, you’re that lady living alone at the bottom of the hill,” Sara said.

“Well it takes a lot of work to afford your own house on your own nowadays,” the neighbor said. “I’m Rebecca,”

“...Sara,” Sara said, scooting away from the stranger.

“You have a little brother, right?” Rebecca asked,

“Uh, yeah, we went to your house last halloween,” Sara said,

“He’s the one with green eyes, just like you, right?” Rebecca asked,

“Yeah, we get that alot. Everyone in our family has green eyes,” Sara said.

“Yeah, I think he took something that…um, doesn’t belong to me, per say, but, uh,” Rebecca looked down, “well, he took something I’m fond of,”

Sara was silent for a moment, “....yeah, he’s… a brat…sorry,” Sara said, wondering if Rebecca was talking about what she thought she was, “...what was this thing? That Danny took?”

“Uhhhh, nevermind that,” Rebecca said, sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck,

“Was it something small?” Sara asked, “something…tiny?” She was trying dog whistles to see if this lady was talking about the tinies. Rebecca's eyes widened when she heard Sara ask her that.

“Um, yeah, actually, it was…” she said, “it was actually something I…uh…borrowed,” Rebecca looked down.

“Uh, cool, cool.” Sara said. it was obvious now, this woman was here for the lilliputians too. The only thing was there was no telling if she had good intentions for them or not. “So…why are you here so late?”

“Uh, I have a…friend here…and I’m waiting for them to get back…they’re….looking for someone here, hopefully won’t be long,”

“Oh, really…” Sara said, looking down, “uh, how is this friend of yours? Um, short? Curly hair?”

“Um, yeah, actually. Way short,” Rebecca said awkwardly, “you’ve seen them?”

“Yeah, yeah, earlier, a couple hours ago, they were…uh…looking for their sister, right?” Sara asked,

“Yeah, she was.” Rebecca said. “They’re also…pretty close to the precious thing I lost, too.” she rubbed the back of her neck, “so, why are you here,”

“Me and my mom are trying to…uh, talk my dad out of something. It's a uh, experiment he's doing that…might ruin his career and stuff…y’know, ethics,”

“Oh, cool. He, uh, works here?” Rebecca asked,

“Yeah, yeah. We would just go and see him, but we can’t just walk around and find him, so my moms trying to get him to come here.”

“So, you’ve been here before?” Rebecca asked,

“Yeah, plenty of times,” Sara said,

“For no reason, do you know where the uh…animal holding center or whatever is?” Rebecca asked,

“Hmm, well, that's upstairs,” Sara said, “but the place they do the tests on animals, like the ones they just recently found, would be near the end of that hall, to the left,” she gestured towards a hallway that the lobby opened into.

“Oh, well, that's interesting,” Rebecca said, “well, nice talking to you, Sara,”

“Yeah, see you later, Rebecca,” Sara said.

“I’m gonna go…find the bathroom,” Rebecca said,

“Alright,” Sara said, “see ya,”

Rebecca got up and casually walked away from the chairs. She walked past the secretary desk, where Saras mom was still negotiating with the worker there, letting Rebecca go down the hallway unseen.

Jen was nearly at the top of the stack of cages. She was at the one which was second to the top where Gabby was. It seemed like she was finally going to make it. She had just then reached the top of the cage below the top one. Meanwhile, Tim was still on the counter to look out if any humans were close to the entrance of the room. He hoped there wouldn’t be, there weren’t many places to hide where he was, and especially not for Jen, holding onto the bars above for dear life. There was a sink nearby he could jump in, but then he would be stuck, and it would be only a matter of time before he was found. Luckily, for the time being, it was pretty quiet around that room. There were no shadows looming outside the open door, no footsteps vibrating in the ground, no human voices appriching in the distance, at least not yet. Tim considered going to the door to try closing it, but it was a large metal door, the kind that slammed when it closed. Tim wouldn’t be able to push it closed, and even if he could, he didn’t want to leave Jen up there, so Tim just stayed put. The borrower looked around the room some while Jen was climbing. The room was very sterile and white. The counters were all gray and the ceiling was made up of cardboard tiles, with a few vents spread around. Tim wondered if it was possible to escape the room from the ceiling, he knew from his time with Rebecca that those ceiling tiles were movable. Maybe Jen could throw the hook up there and they could break through one and escape undetected through the ceiling of the building. He looked around more at the ceiling and noticed something. It was like a piece of glass, or plastic, it was hard to tell. It was in a dome shape, and was attached upside down on the ceiling. There was a glowing red dot in the otherwise black objects. Tim could have sworn he’d seen one of those before.he’d been out with rebecca to various public places humans went, and there were plenty of black dome-things just like that one scattered about a place humans called “the store.” he thought he remembered what Rebecca said they were for, to keep people from stealing, but it never made sense to him how. Then the name of the device came to him, a security camera. He really thought about that much before. From what he knew a camera was something that humans used to “record” things, which wasn’t helpful because they also used microphones to “record” things, and would “record” information in books and such. Except microphones recorded sound, and books recorded information. What did this leave cameras to record? That was when he realized.

Oh. oh no…

Jen finally made it. She grabbed the first bar of the top cage and pulled herself up in front of it. She heard quiet, mild crying coming from within the enclosure. She pulled herself up more. She keeps climbing upward and upward, eventually getting to the side lock of the cage. She unlatched it, and looped the end of the string around one of the cage bars, still hanging onto the end. to the inside of the cage bars. Still holding onto the door, she pushed against the rest of the cage, sending her backwards. The sound of crying stopped at the sound of the door opening. Jen, still holding onto the string, swallows her spit and jumps from the door. She swinged into the side of the cage below, and started again pulling herself up. The rope rubbed against and burned her hand. Her arms and legs ached from the climb. Her ribs were still sore from being kicked earlier. Her needle poked her slightly in the thigh while she was climbing the rope. There was a pit in her stomach from being up so high. She grunted as she climbed, finally putting her arm over the side of the cage opening. She used her remaining strength to pull herself up one last time. She climbed into the cage, taking a moment to catch her breath before standing up. She looked forward. Their eyes met for a moment. There was silence.

“.....Jen…” Gabby said, her eyes widened,

“Gabby,” Jen said, her face breaking into a smile. The two sisters ran towards each other. Jen got on her knees and they hugged each other as tight as they both could. Gabby put her head over Jens shoulder. Jen squeezed Gabby in her arms, holding her.

“Jen, I missed you so much,” Gabby said, tears in her eyes,

“I thought I lost you…” Jen weeped, “I’m so sorry Gabby, I’m so sorry,”

“I thought I’d never see you again, Jen” Gabby cried,

“I’m sorry I let you get taken, I’m sorry I lost you, I’ll never let anyone take you ever again,” Jen said, hugging Gaby tighter,

“Th-thank you for coming for me, Jen, thank you,” Gabby said,

“Your…you're welcome,” Jen said softly. They stopped hugging for a moment and looked at each other. “Gabby, are you ok? What did they do to you? Are you hurt?”

“I’m…I’m ok, Jen….I’m ok,” Gabby said, “I was so scared….I was in a jar, then a…a human helped me…and fed me strawberries, then I was taken here with Tim, and Tim was taken away,” tears swelled in Gabbys eyes,

“It's ok, it's ok,” Jen hugged her sister again.

“I was so scared, I couldn’t be brave like you are,” Gabby said,

“Are you kidding?” Jen asked, putting her hands on her sister's shoulders and smiling softly at her, tears of joy in her eyes, “you were so brave, you were just as brave as I am,”

“But…but I was scared,” Gabby said,

“That's ok, Gabby. You were still brave, you talked to a human by yourself, you gave yourself up to save Tim, you were very brave.”

“I was?” Gabby asked,

“Yes, you were,” Jen said, hugging her again. “I was afraid too, afraid of a lot of things,”

“Really?” Gabby asked,

“Yes, really,” Jen said, before sighing in relief. She got up from her knees and stood before Gabby. “Come on, let's get out of here.” she said. Gabby smiled. The two sisters went to the edge of the opened cage. Jen looked to the side, at the counter. Tim was waving his arms and yelling. Gabby's face brightened.

“Tim! You're alive!” She said, looking down at him. Tim seemed worried about something.

“Hurry up! Get down from there!” Tim yelled. It was just about audible for Jen and Gabby to hear. Jen nodded, and pointed at the string for Gabby.

“Gabby, your going to have to climb down from this string,” Jen said,

“Wh-what?” Gabby asked,

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine,” Jen said, gulping. She grabbed the looped string around the metal bar and started tying it into a knot. “Wrap your legs around the rope tightly, and either put one hand over the other to go slowly, or wrap your sleeves around the rope and loosen them slightly to slide down, just make sure to slow down near the bottom.

“I…I want to go slowly,” Gabby said,

“Ok Gabby, just…hold on tight. I’ll be right above you the whole time, ok?” Jen asked,

“Ok,” Gabby said, “I’ll try to be brave,”

“Atta girl,” Jen smiled softly. Gabby grabbed onto the string and wrapped her legs tightly around it. She slowly put one hand over the other, letting herself slide down. She had her eyes closed tight. “There you go Gabby, you're doing great!” Jen said, “You've almost passed the cage below us, keep going!”

“O-ok, Jen,” Gabby kept her eyes closed and kept climbing down. Jen looked down at her sister and started to climb down the rope too, but right before she stepped off the edge of the cage, there were footsteps in the distance.

“sh*t,” Jen whispered to herself.

“Jen? Whats that?” Gabby said, hearing the footsteps coming closer to the room.

“Gabby, Slide down!” Jen yelled, “wrap your arms around the rope and slide down, quickly!”

“What?!?” Gabby yelled, opening her eyes and looking up at Jen, “but..but what if I fall?” The footsteps were getting louder.

“It's ok, Gabby, I believe in you,” Jen yelled, “you're brave, remember? You're brave! You can do it!”

“I’m brave….” Gabby said, looking down at herself, before closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around the sting. “I’m brave…” she loosened her arms slightly and screamed as she slid down the rope. She didn’t slow down near the bottom, like Jen said, but Tim had the end of the rope, and managed to get Gabby to fall over the side of the counter. She fell on her back and was pulled up by Tim.

“Gabby, are you ok?” Tim asked. Gabby hugged him.

“Tim, thank you,” she said, before letting go and looking up at the cage. She couldn’t see Jen from where she was, she was still up there.

“Come on, Jen will get down on her own, let's get out of here,” Tim said,

“No!” Gabby yelled, “I don’t want to lose her again!”

Just then, the human walked into the room. It was the scientist that brought them there. Saras dad.

“Hey!” he yelled, seeing the Lilliputians on the counter, not noticing Jen in the shadows of the cage.

“Gabby, Run!” Tim yelled, as Gabby started sprinting as fast as she could. The human rushed to the counter. Tim bit the string that was wrapped around the fishing hook and started running after Gabby. Meanwhile, Jen took out her needle as the human got here. She let out a deep breath, before running towards the edge of the cage. She leaped from the door and landed on the scientist's shoulder. She stabbed the human flesh and pulled the needle out, causing the human to yell in pain briefly before reaching for Jen on his shoulder. Jen got grabbed, but she stabbed the inside of the human's palm. She was let go and grabbed the human lab coat. The borrowers swung from the humans coat buttons while Tim and Gabby got down the metal shelf. Gabby looked back.

“Jen!” she yelled, before being pulled away by Tim. The scientist was stabbed by Jen through his shirt before he managed to pull her off and throw her, and the needle, onto the desk. He went after Tim and Gabby, and managed to grab Gabby from the ground. Tim yelled and ran around the human's legs, stabbing him in the heel with the fishing rod. The human screamed and kicked Tim backwards. The scientist turned around and picked Tim up. Gabby was squirming and screaming at the top of her lungs.

“JEN! HELP!” she screamed. Jen got up and picked up her needle again. She ran towards the human from the desk and jumped on him again, stabbing him multiple times in the hip. The scientist threw Gabby onto the desk and grabbed Jen off his hi, squeezing her in his fist. Jen grunted.

“don’t touch her!” JEn yelled at the top of her lungs. The scientist was completely silent. He just stared at the borrower for a couple seconds. It was almost awkward, or scary. The human's large green eye twitched. He was completely emotionless. He just looked at Jen, as if inspecting her. Finally, he cleared his throat. He dropped Tim onto the desk and kept holding Jen.

“We only need an adult male and a female lilliputian to make our own population” the scientists said, almost out of nowhere. His voice boomed in Jens lungs.

“Wh-what?” Jen asked, sounding angry, but genuinely confused too.

“We have no use for a Lilliputian child.” the human said, reaching towards Gabby. Gabby backed away, almost falling off the edge of the desk before being grabbed. TIm couldn’t do anything.

“L-let go!” Gabby yelled,

“What are you going to do to her?” Jen screamed. The human was still silent, staring at them through his glasses. “ANSWER ME!” Jen screamed again. Without a word, the human started putting pressure on Gabbys throat. Gabby couldn’t scream, there was no air in her throat. The human kept adding more pressure, but never enough to break any of Gabby's bones. Jen realized what this was. She kicked. She screamed. She tried to get her arm loose so she could use her needle. Nothing worked. There was nothing she could do. Gabby started making violent coughing sounds as tears started falling from her eyes. JEn started crying to. It was all happening again. There was nothing she could do, soon, there would be nothing left. Everything was hopeless until,

“Hey!”

a voice came from behind the scientist. He turned around with the tinies in his hands. His grip on Gabby loosened, and she let out a large gasp to catch her breath. The human grip on Jen also loosened.

“What are you doing?” The voice asked angrily. Jen looked up at the source. It was Rebecca.

“You aren’t supposed to be here,” the scientist said sternly. “Who are y-”

The scientist let out a gasp of pain. He held up his now empty hand, which was covered in blood. He looked down. Jen was on the floor. She drove her needle into the humans shoe. He screamed and let go of Gabby. Gabby screamed as she fell. Jen dove to catch her, leaving the needle in the scientist's foot. Jen got Gabby to her feet and ran out the door, passing Rebecca. Jen looked up at her as they ran past. Rebecca exchanged a glance back, before looking back at the scientist, holding his hand in pain. She looked behind him and saw Tim standing on the desk. Rebecca shoved passed the scientist and scooped TIm into her palm.

“Tim!” Rebecca said, smiling. Tim smiled back,

“Rebecca! It's so good to see you!” He said,

“Oh god, I’m so glad you're safe,” Rebecca hugged TIm to her chest. “Come on, let's go home.”

Rebecca started to walk out of the room.

“H-hey! You can’t…that's…” the scientists started to say, ‘you can’t just….. Get back here!”

Rebecca ignored him, and walked down the hall, catching up with Jen and Gabby.

#epilogue coming soon #gt community #g/t #g/t community #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #giant tiny #g/t writing #gt writing #borrowers #constructive critism welcome #giant and tiny #gianttiny #borrower #comments really appreciated #finale #gt angst

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I was raised by parents who never taught me the basics of anything. I’m trying to learn how to do the basics of taking care of myself and others in a solar punk way. Do you have any recommendations on where to start. All i know how to do is sew and i have a basic grip on how to garden

This is a really fantastic question, and I actually have a basics/getting started masterpost in progress that you'll probably find helpful once I get it finished. In the meantime, here are some thoughts.

When it comes to deciding where to start, many people want to jump into something big - start a community garden or organize a renter's union in their building or convert their whole apartment to solar power. But if you're starting from a place of "my parents taught me nothing useful," think smaller. Learn how to take care of yourself first, and then you can expand it to others. Like a garden, you have to plant the tiny seeds first and invest time and water in them before you get big plants that can feed others.

Since you didn't mention any specific basics or skills you want resources and thoughts on, I'm going to cover a lot of general ones here. If there are specific areas you want more information/resources on, please feel free to respond (or send in another ask)!

Gardening: I stand by the assertion that the best way to learn about gardening is throw some seeds at some dirt and see what happens. If you're an apartment-dweller with no balcony or patio, try a small pot or a bottle tower garden in a windowsill. Even one of those houseplants that survives in low light will give you experience in what a plant needs to live. This post has some resources for gardening without spending money.

Sewing: I don't know if your sewing skills extend to mending, but if not, it's definitely something to look into! I've made entire dresses and quilts and I still find most of my sewing is repairing and mending other stuff. We have a mending tag, but I also love YouTube for this. Searching "how to mend X" (e.g. "how to mend hole in crotch of jeans") gives you a bunch of awesome tutorials. (And if you want to learn more sewing techniques, I highly recommend historical sewers on YouTube - Bernadette Banner and Morgan Donner are my favorites.)

Cooking: This is one of those things that's great for you (easier to feed yourself), great for gardening (growing fresh veggies is even more useful if you can cook things out of them), and great for community (humans be bonding over food). I don't have any particular resources for this, as my general philosophy is "if you can read, you can cook" - a good recipe will tell you everything you need to know to make it. If you don't have a good cookbook to work from, Smitten Kitchen has very clear recipes, many of which aren't difficult or time-consuming at all.

Building Community: One of the foundations of solarpunk is that it's about community. Even if you start out doing it by yourself, eventually you need a community to do bigger things. My favorite way to start is by meeting the neighbors. Taking over some food (cookies are great) and introducing yourself is a great way to open a relationship. We also have a community building tag for more ideas.

Finances: Not the most solarpunk of topics, but we have to be able to financially survive the current capitalist hellscape if we want to be able to do anything useful for anyone. I highly recommend Bitches Get Riches for this (website here, tumblr here). They're not specifically solarpunk, but they do have the "anticapitalist punk big sister" thing going on.

Integrate the 7 R's: There are more R's to sustainable living than just "Reduce Reuse Recycle". See this post for a primer.

Explore permaculture as a design system: Permaculture is often understood as a method of gardening, which isn't really accurate. It's actually a design system that can be used for a bunch of different areas of your life to make them more eco-friendly/solarpunk. I highly recommend Heather Jo Flores's work for more about this concept - this article is a good place to start.

I'm sure there are more things that I'm not thinking of right now. If you have more specific questions or topics you want me to cover, please ask! I love tracking down resources for people, too, so if I don't already have something I'll do my very best to find it.

- Mod J

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The Girl Who Never Cries

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

(Not my gif - found it on pinterest. If it's urs, contact me for proper credit)

Chapter 1: Little Pig, Little Pig

Chapter Summary: Despite the rising tension between you and your father, you're keeping your mouth shut and the head ducked, when the Saviors come for their first visit. With Carl on your heels, you try to save some of the supplies, only to have to face off Negan himself.

Wordcount: 3208

Notes: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language.

- Part 1 of the The One And Only Series - Takes place during the beginning of season 7.

Chapter Index: Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

"Think about it, Dad." You're leaning against Daryl's bike, trying to get your dad to follow your idea. The Saviors will come in two days for their first pick up. Half of your shit did Negan say but you don't intend to give him that much.

You and Carl came up with the idea of hiding the majority of your supplies in the sewer system. That way it would be safe from them. The less you'd have on display for them, the better. You'd lose not as much in the end.

"I don't know, Y/N. If they find out we are holding stuff back-"

"Dad, come on." You try again. "What are the odds? Also winter is only a few weeks from now. We have to hord what we can."

Darly reaches the two of you, his crossbow on his back. "Ready?" He asks you.

Usually you'd go out with Sasha to scavenge around the area, but Spencer wanted to tag along, so you settled for Daryl and a bit of hunting for today. Something about this guy is just rubbing you the wrong way.

You nod at Daryl before turning your attention back to Rick. "Please at least consider that, Dad. While we still can-"

Aggressive banging against the gate cuts your conversation short. Startled, you look at the source of the noise.

"Little pig, little pig! Let me in."

You recognize that voice immediately and your head snaps back to your father. "They're too early!"

"Quick!" He pulls you from the bike. "Get in the house with Carl and Judith and stay put."

You nod and run towards your home, while Daryl and Rick go for the gate. Carl is playing with Judith on the porch, still oblivious to the threat at the gates.

"They're here!" You warn before lifting Judith up into your arms. "Get in."

Without a word your brother follows you inside. You rush up the stairs to get Judith into her crib. Carefully you lay her down, giving her a kiss on the crown of her head.

"Why now?" Carl asks, standing in the door. "They said ten days, it's been only eight."

"I know." You reply, pushing past him. "Hide as many cans as you can, I'll take care of the meds"

But Carl just keeps standing next to the door. "What? It's too late for that. They'll see us."

You turn on your heels, considering him for a moment. "Gather as much as you can in the kitchen, I'll dig a hole in the backyard, they won't see me there."

Your brother nods and runs down the stairs, while you go back to your room. Luckily you kept a few boxes of medical supplies and medicine nearby. You're one hundred percent sure they'll raid your infirmary as well. With two boxes in hand, you make your way downstairs.

"Oh no." Carl gasps, looking out of the window.

"What is it?"

He turns around to you, gesturing for you to take a look for yourself. "They go into the houses."

"Fuck." You look out with wide open eyes. Several Saviors roam the street, entering the homes. "Shit, we gotta hurry!"

Quickly you put the boxes on the kitchen isle, before running for the shovel. You reach the handle of the utility closet, when you hear the front door open.

A whistle catches you ears, followed by a "Nice house." Damnit, it's too late. With your hand hovering over your throwing knife, you slowly return to the living area.

Two men are standing in your living room, taking in your house. Carl and you share a glance and you silently command him to get over to you with a wave of your hand.

When one of the men notices you, his attention shifts from the room towards you. "Hello there, princess."

Shivers are running down your spine. You take Carl's hand and drag him behind you. Both men smile at you, making your fight or flight instinct kick in.

"Care to give as a tour, beautiful?"

"Your stuff is at the pantry." You hiss at him. "I can show you the way if you get the fuck out of my house."

Both men share a laugh. One resumes to look through the room, while the others eyes stay at you. "Oh, we're gonna get the stuff from your pantry, no worries. But we wondered what kind of treasures we might find within these walls."

"Oi, Davy!" The other guy calls. "Looks like they've been awaiting us."

You and Carl turn towards the kitchen. The guy's looking over your food and your medic-boxes.

"Those are ours!" You yell, still holding Carl's hand. "You can-"

"Let me tell you what we can, princess." Davy grunts at you, annoyed by your attitude. "The Saviors own this place now and everything you have is now ours, too. So we take whatever we want."

"Negan said fifty percent!" Carl argues behind you. He lets go of your hand and takes a stand beside you, glaring at the men. "We already put fifty percent away at the pant-"

Davy raises a finger, making Carl stop. "Uh-huh, that's not how this is working, kid. We take what we want, you don't get to have a say about it."

Both men start going through your boxes, satisfied grins on their faces. These asshols clearly enjoy the power they have. Your hand is itching to grab your knife.

Suddenly Davy holds a bottle of dry syrup up. One you found for Judith, when she got a bad cold. "Jackpot." He jokes, taking out more of your antibiotics.

"No!" You bark, grabbing the handle of your knife. "We need those, you can't have them!"

"Once again, princess." He turns around to face you. "We take what we want."

You're holding his stare, not backing down. Your voice turns to a growl. "No."

In an instant Davy pushes you against the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs. With his own knife against your throat, you don't dare to struggle, slowly releasing the hold on yours.

"Get off of her!" Carl screams, aiming at Davy with his gun. Davy's friend raises his hands in response.

"Carl, lower your gun!" you demand but he doesn't listen. "Carl!"

"Better listen, kid." The other guy says. "Or this will turn pretty ugly real quick."

"Get off of her!" Your brother repeats. You hold up your hands in surrender, showing Davy you'll not be a threat. Finally he lets you go, releasing you from his hold.

"You're not taking our antibiotics!" Carl continues, his gun still up.

You move over to him to stand in front of the barrel. "Stop it." You whisper harshly. Both men return to your boxes, grabbing both.

"Hey!" Carl yells, but both men keep ignoring him. Unable to fight his anger any longer, your brother pushes you aside, firing on the ground right next to Davy's feet.

Shocked you stand by his side, staring with wide open eyes. Both men hold their hands up and while the other one looks concerned, Davy has a smile on his face. "Wrong move."

"Put our boxes back or the next bullet will actually hit."

You snap out of your shocked state, when you hear footsteps behind you. Your dad appears next to Carl, holding his hand out to him. "Carl, please lower your weapon."

"No!" He refuses. "They are taking all our medicine. Negan said he'd take only half of it."

"Oh I did, didn't I?"

You don't dare turning around but you don't have to. Your shoulders go tense when Negan rounds you and your father, stopping right in front of Carl.

"Really, kid?" He chuckles lowly. Adrenaline is pumping through your veins, your heart's beating hard against your ribcage.

You plead, "Goddammit, Carl! Stop it!"

"You should listen to her." Negan advises, his eyes not leaving Carl.

"And you should leave", Your brother retorts "Before you find out how dangerous we are."

Negan narrows his eyes, taking one step closer to your brother. "Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the shit out of my goddamn french but did you just threaten me?"

You're clenching your hands into fits. Carl has to drop this fucking gun.

"Look, I get threatening Davy here but I can't have it. Not him, not me-"

"Carl!" You growl in warning.

"Now don't be rude, sunshine." Negan addresses you. "We're having a conversation here."

He turns back to Carl but you notice his eyes lingering on you for a second longer than necessary.

"So, where were we? Right, your gigant mansize balls. No one's treating us. Listen, I like you, so I don't wanna go hard, proving a point here. You don't want that. I said half your shit and half is what I say it is."

Carl eyes dart between Negan and the boxes, still not giving in.

"I'm serious." Negan snarls. "Do you want me to prove how serious?" His voice drops even lower, "Again?"

That's it. You take hold of your brother's hand, twisting it. He releases the gun, groaning in pain. You're almost snapping his wrists in anger, but manage to let go before you can deal actual damage.

When the gun is in your hand, you try to give it to your father but Negan reaches for it first. "Nope, that's mine now."

You give him the gun without hesitation, glaring at your brother, who is caressing his throbbing wrist.

"Impressive." Negan praises you before moving his attention to your father. "Know what, Rick? This whole thing reminds me that you have a lot of guns. All the guns you got from my outpost, when you wasted all of my people with a shitton of your own guns and I'm betting there's even more, which adds up to an absolute ass load of guns."

Your father's eyes are glued to the floor. There was a time where you'd be heartbroken to see him like this. But he agreed to attack the outpost, no matter how hard you tried to convince him otherwise. It's making it hard for you to feel sympathy, especially now, with your relationship more tense than ever. When this ordeal is over, you two will definitely have another argument.

"And as this little emotional outburst made crystal clear," Negan continues, "I can't allow that. They're all mine now. So, tell me, Rick. Where are my guns?"

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You're sitting in front of the infirmary, looking over the remaining inventory. From about eight boxes that were filled to the brim with supplies, only three and a half were left for you.

Saying you are angry would be an understatement. You are fuming. Why didn't you just follow up with your plan and hide everything in the sewers? Why did you wait for your father's permission?

You're so done with him and his stupid mistakes. It seems like every decision he's making is adding another nail to your coffin.

You've lost the prison, because he hesitated. You felt forced to take action and captured Michonne so Merle could bring her to the Governor. Of course you would have killed him before he could kill your friend, but Merle had to chicken out. Lucky Michonne did not hold any grudges towards you, unlike your father.

And then there was Terminus, a place that's still giving you nightmares to this day. Thank God you and Carol came before it was too late.

When your group finally got to Alexandria, your practically broken relationship slowly got better. Even though you wanted to make everything work, like Darly and Michonne did, you also felt uncomfortable like your father. The people were too oblivious about the world outside of their walls.

A few weeks later, when you were confronted with an enormous horde of walkers, you two finally got your shit together. It just took getting missing for a while, making him believe you and Darly died when luring the horde, while in the meantime Carl suffered with yet another life-threatening injury.

When you and Daryl finally got back to Alexandria, your father almost crushed you in a hug and did not leave you and Carl's side, when you treated him. It's tragic that it took almost losing your brother again to make you and your father grow back together.

If not for Carl, you'd have left the group long ago.

Afterwards, when you thought you and your father finally worked through your problems, you found out about Hilltop. From the moment Gregory introduced himself to the group, you could not stand that guy.

To be fair, it's been Daryl's idea to free Hilltop from the Saviors. But your father had the final say. We're starving, your father argued and finally you've been overruled by everyone else.

In the beginning Meggie shared your doubts, you both knew actions will always have consequences, but in the end you stood alone against the rest, when they took off to kill everyone at the outpost, which by the time you guys thought was their base.

And now you have to suffer those consequences.

You take a moment to breath, trying to calm your nerves. Anger won't get you anywhere right now. When the Saviors leave, so will you. Two days from here is a mall you hope has not been raided before. And when you come back, you will hide everything you've found there. No matter what your father has to say.

After a few deep breaths you get back to work, sorting the meds by indication. While you're at it, you draw symbols on the containers, stars for antibiotics, lighting for painkillers, trees for vitamins. You're so deep in thought that you did not notice someone approached you.

"Need paper for your drawings?"

You jump in surprise, almost throwing your stuff away. Slowly you look up at Negan, who's looking at you with curiosity in his eyes. "The hell you're doing there?"

"I'm marking the containers, so the others know what to look for, in case I'm not in town."

Negan crouches down next to you, taking the container out of your hand. "Ami… triptyline, and the sun here, what does that mean?"

"It's an antidepressant but can be combined with painkillers to increase the pain relieving effect." You explain.

His eyes go to the box, looking over the other containers you've already marked. "Hm, you look too young to be a Doc."

"I've been a pharmacy technician before the apocalypse." You correct him. He looks back at you, seemingly impressed.

"So you know that shit?"

You nod. "Yeah, I'm in charge of the infirmary supplies. Good thing I chose a job that's still useful now."

"Would you show me the infirmary?"

As if you could say no. You raise to your feet, grabbing the box. "Yeah, sure."

Despite the incident with Carl, Negan seems pretty chill right now. Maybe it's just an act. It's creepy to say the least.

You lead him inside. It's not much and now after the Saviors it's even less. You put your box back onto your desk, while Negan is browsing through your bookshelf.

He takes out a notebook. "Medicine for dummies" he reads out loud, turning the pages. With a frown on his face he turns towards you, confused by the handwriting. "What's that?"

"Um, my notebook. I'm breaking down the books behind you. I'm trying to explain diseases, their treatments and medications for laymen. So the people here know what to do if someone catches something."

Negan's frown only intensives. He grabs another book, turning it to a random page. "So you wanna tell me you understand what all these big words mean, proton pump inhibitors for example?"

You just shrug with your shoulders. "The majority of 'em, yeah. That's what I did for a living, also went to several advanced training sessions. PPI block stomach cells from releasing acid, it's one way to treat severe heart burns, by the way."

"Pretty and intelligent." He comments when he returns the books. A faint blush settles on your cheeks, this should not flatter you as much as it does.

You lean over the box, trying to appear less nervous. His calm attitude is unsettling you. "Anything else you'd like to know?"

He sits down on your roller stool, pushing himself towards the other side of the room and back again. You can't contain a little snort. The highly feared leader of the Saviors, rolling around the room with a big smile on his face. This seems way too innocent for a man like him.

"Dang, with a chair like this in my office, I'd never get any shit done." He jokes, still pushing himself around. "Have you ever done this?"

"More often than I should admit." You say, now smiling yourself. "If you pull the lever on your right side, it'll also spin."

Negan looks for the lever but doesn't push it. "Next time."

He stops at the shelf again, leaning against it and facing you. "You know, I can't help but wonder why you look so familiar."

You debate what you should reply to that. He'll most likely find out anyway, so you confess, "I'm a Grimes."

Negan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Really?"

You nod in affirmation.

"Rick's sister, right?"

"Daughter." You correct him.

"Well, shit." The smile returns and he rests his arms on his knees. "And the trigger friendly boy's your brother? Huh."

He looks like he's thinking about something, after a moment looks back at you, his smile fading. "Wiping out people gotta be like some kind of family trip for you guys."

Your soft smile vanishes and you bite your cheek for a second. "I did not partake in the attack, if you're referring to the satellite station."

Negan's unreadable expression turns into a frown in response. "You really wanna tell me when Rick went to kill my men, you just what, waved him goodbye and went to bed?"

"I was tempted to flip him the bird, but yeah." You reply. "I was against the attack."

That's earning you a doubtful look. "Why?"

"We didn't know who we were messing with, what the consequences would be, thought it's been too much of a risk."

His face splits into a bright smile. "Sucks to be right sometimes, doesn't it? And Rick just left you behind like that?"

You just shrug again. "He had to. We've argued for hours but I've been overruled in the end, so I simply refused to help."

Negan strokes his beard, considering what you've told him. "Sounds like you're the more reasonable part of the family. I'm sorry your father dragged you into this shit."

If you didn't know better, you'd say this actually sounded sincere. Not knowing how to respond to that, you just stay nothing.

After one final look around the room, Negan finally stands up, making his way towards the door. "Well, I'll leave you to your work then. Thank you for your time, it's been a fucking pleasure." He tells you with his wolfish grin on his face.

When he's about to step out he turns around again. "Know what?" He asks you, his voice turning slightly playful. "I think we're gonna be friends, you and I."

Chapter Index: Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

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