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razzzletazzle · 11 months

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title: Jacob's Ladder (read on ao3)

rating: G

summary: Digging for scraps in order to survive another barren winter, the boys find something far more precious than a space heater. The baby they pick up might not keep them warm, but he gives them something far more important: a reason to fight for the future.

inspired by this amazing art by @tapakah0 !

Dawn crawled into morning, sun peeking over the horizon, shining pale light on the razed town. Mounts of piled destruction littered the broken streets, heaping around the cracked and folded-together asphalt. Homes stood here, once, but now only skeletons remained, a glimpse of a simpler past found in the bright pink bike handle peeking out from under fallen walls, its purple glitter tassel rustling in a barely-there breeze.

Leo dug his hands deeper into the pile of debris he was sitting on. Sharp edges threatened to nick his hands, but he ignored the almost painful scrape against his scales.

Winter was almost at their doorstep, Autumn rolling further into dark, further into cold. Barely any snow fell anymore, but the nights and days had gotten more cutting, the cold had grown sharper teeth. If they wanted to make it through the coming season, they needed supplies. Clothes, blankets, machinery that Donnie could fix up or use to make new, better ones. Anything that would keep them alive and, if they were lucky, somewhat comfortable.

Rays of sun filtered from behind wispy clouds, finally finding him and his brothers. They brought him no warmth.

Leo tossed a broken phone – snapped clean in two and hanging on by force of will alone, the top and bottom parts crushed up almost past the point of being recognizable – over his shoulder. It clattered down the hill and onto the street below, where it either lay still, flat at the bottom of the pile, or disappeared into one of the giant cracks in the road. The noise echoed, only for a moment, and then all was quiet again, the only sound the scraping of concrete as their two strongest moved giant slabs out of the way, and the grind of small stones, wood, and whatever else was buried in the pile where he and Donnie were digging for scraps.

It was dull – almost oppressive, the silence that clung to his family. To himself, too, now, far too often. Sure, they still laughed, they still found comfort in each other, they were still there, but it was almost like they were muted, and Leo's fingers itched to turn the brightness back up. The need to speak, to fill the unbearable quiet, bubbled in his chest and clawed up his throat. Sometimes Leo ignored it, this pressing urge, swallowed it back and pushed it down, hoping it would settle and ease. But sometimes he couldn't suppress it, the sight and lack of sound too heavy to endure.

A laugh, at the very least, would sound heavenly right now.

So he sighed, and he groaned, drawn-out and grossly exaggerated, and tossed his head onto his shoulder to look at Donnie, working diligently next to him. Leo's arms were still buried, half-way up to his elbows, in the debris.

"There's nothing but junk here."

He might've counted the familiar pull of Donnie's scowl as his first, small step towards victory, if Donnie's tone wasn't so tight.

"Of course it's all junk." Leo twitched at the edge that sharpened the words. "But it's your job to find the parts that aren't total scrap and give them to me so I can decide whether it's usable or not."

"I've done this before, you know," Leo muttered, and saw Donnie's scowl deepen out of the corner of his eyes. "I'm just saying, we've been at this for thirty minutes and we've found zilch."

There was a comment curling around Donnie's lips, Leo could tell, a rough dismissal, saying Leo just wasn't looking hard enough, then. Donnie probably found some useful things already. Instead, he said: "You have no sense of time. It's been ten minutes, at best."

"Says Mr. Hyper-focus," Leo said under his breath. He pulled at something stuck tight in the pile, wiggled it, and yanked it loose. He briefly lost his balance, rocking back on his heels, and managed to not tumble down. He looked at the piece in his hand.

More junk.

He tossed it over his shoulder.

Okay, new plan. Gauge how annoyed Donnie was exactly and how far he could push this, or if he shouldn't push anything at all, and if he should let the heavy shroud of silence settle back over them.

"Donnie," Leo whined, and watched keenly as his brother rolled his eyes. Alright, not a bad sign. Meant Donnie was in a poor mood, but not a leave me alone or I'll vaporize you mood. More an I need some TLC so I'd like my darling twin to annoy me mood. Sure, Donnie would never put it in those exact terms, but Leo was a verified Donnie-connoisseur, and he knew exactly what his brother needed.

Leo put his hands up and presented them to his still-working brother. They were dark with grime. "My fingers hurt," he announced with a pout.

"Tragic," Donnie said and dug further into the pile. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Kiss it better?"

Disgust curled at Donnie's snout and Leo fought not to grin. "I'm not going anywhere near those dirty paws of yours."

Mischievously, Leo wiggled his fingers and cooed: "Awww, but Donnie, they hurt! You wouldn't leave your only twin to suffer!"

He lunged, shoving his hands into Donnie's face, relishing the shriek he drew from his twin.

Donnie spluttered, pulling away sharply and trying, futilely, to keep Leo at arm’s length. He bared his teeth, fangs glinting, and snapped at Leo's squirming fingers straying too close to his mouth.

"So mean, Don-Don!" Leo whined around a laugh.

"If you don't get your hands – off! I'll happily be an only twin in two minutes!"

"Awww, that's so sweet of you to say! You think I'd hold out against your arsenal for two whole minutes!"

"Make that ten seconds. Nine. Eight. Seven – "

"Donnie," Raph's voice came, tired but still fond, from a little way behind them. "Don't threaten Leo with fratricide."

"Then he shouldn't– !" Donnie made another attempt to bite off Leo's wriggling fingers. "Tell him to stop! And that he needs a bath." To Leo, he said with a glower: "You stink worse than the sewers."

"Like you're any better, hermano."

"We all need a bath," Raph said as he picked both of them up by the scruff of their shirt and hung them in the air like particularly naughty kittens. "Both of you stink to high heaven, but you don't hear me complaining. So quit squabbling and get back to digging."

Donnie made a noise of protest. "I was working just fine before Leo–!"

Raph shook him once, jostling him and pulling his shirt just so that his arms hiked up, and gave him a look. Donnie acquiesced with a grumble and a stubborn, but meaningless, attempt at crossing his arms, succeeding only in crossing his wrists and accidentally framing his face. Leo muffled a snort.

Satisfied, Raph placed them gently back down. With his feet back on somewhat solid ground, even if it was rocky and precariously uneven in places, Leo looked at Raph. Scars lined up his arms, and there was a particularly gnarly scar covered by his mask where he lost his eye to a Kraang attack that haunted Leo's waking dreams. On instinct, Leo breathed in, but no scent greeted him. Raph had learned, by force of necessity, to keep his scent under control, to the point Leo couldn't smell him at all anymore. He wished he hadn't teased Raph for it when they were younger. It was another small comfort he often found himself missing.

"Found anything yet?" Leo asked. A small frown tugged Raph's lips down and his gaze became troubled, and Leo wished he could take the question back.

"Nothing," Raph said. "Looks like some other survivors passed by here before us, probably took whatever useful stuff that was still around with them."

Leo sighed. “Yeah, figured as much."

"Not everything's been taken," Donnie cut in. "I found a few scrap pieces and wires that'll help me create a heater. I need a few more pieces before I can build it, but we'll get there."

Worry hung heavily off Raph's shoulders, even though he tried to keep them up. He might've gotten a handle on his scent, but he still wore his emotions like a comfortable vest, like pages of a book written in large font, an inextricable part of him laid out so openly for them. Leo didn't think he could ever do the same, and he didn't know whether he envied Raph for it or not.

But worry wasn't Raph's burden to bear on his own, not anymore.

Leo patted Raph's arm and mustered up an easy smile. "We'll be fine, big bro. Trust me."

"Yeah..." Raph sighed. "Yeah, I s'ppose. We always are."

Leo wasn't sure why the easy trust made his chest feel so tight.

"Course we are," he said instead. "So stop worrying that big head of yours, m'okay?"

"My head's not big."

"Raph, big brother, your head's massive, 'cause it keeps growing along with that giant body of yours. You're huge, accept it."

"That's a really interesting way of asking for shell rides, Leo," Donnie said, smirking, because he knew exactly which secret he just laid out in the open. Leo gasped; Betrayed by his own kin, and Donnie had the gall to stand there and look smug.

Raph looked at Leo with big, soft eyes. "You want shell rides?"

"What – no! I mean, yes. No!"

"Awww, buddy," Raph cooed, and the worst part about it was that his brother really meant the almost-aggravatingly sweet tone. "If you wanted shell rides, you should've just asked! C'mere – "

"Raph, wait, no – "

A loud crash from behind them – where their little brother was still working through the pile – had them instantly on high alert, weapons one swift movement away from being drawn as they spun, quick and practiced, ready to tackle any possible danger.

An ugly, chipped mug was raised high above Mikey's head. The gaudy thing was decorated with a round, yellow smiley face in its center, orange and green 80's flowers circling the body. They were scratched to hell and back, but still mostly recognizable. Mikey's grin was blinding.

"Donnie!" he hollered. "Bring out the Poppins bag! I'm taking this baby with me!"

Tension bled out of them in one collective sigh.

"It's called – whatever. You guys will never get it right."

The relieved slant of Donnie's shoulders betrayed his nonchalant tone. He took a small pouch out of his pocket and opened it, tugging at its edges to make it big enough to put the mug in.

"Don't mix it with the clean items," Donnie instructed as Mikey bounded up to them.

"Don, if you want him to do that, you gotta upgrade that non-existent sorting system," Leo said. "Just make sure it's at the top or something."

"You have no idea how difficult it is to create a contained, portable pocket dimension meant for storage, nevermind to create any form of system within such a space."

"Right, yeah, explain that to me again some other time."

Donnie huffed and rolled his eyes. The bag was a project both he and Mikey had worked a long time on, combining both their ninpo into creating a storage space that could hold almost anything. It wasn't endless, but they hadn't reached its end yet, and it'd saved them from a pinch more than once.

Mikey proudly presented his new mug to them. It was even uglier up close.

"Look at it and weep!"

Leo wanted to weep alright, but not as much as Donnie, by the scrunched look on his face.

"It's a cool mug, Mikey," Raph said.

"Right? If I clean it up a lil', it'll be as good as new!"

"I'm boiling it at least five times, I hope you know." Donnie held out the bag.

"Of course! Man, this is so cool, that's the best find I've had in ages! You guys must be so jealous right now–"

A noise, nothing but the smallest rattle, faint but there, drew Leo's attention. He turned to find its source, tuned out his brothers, eyes sweeping across the destruction, a quick survey of the area, but he found nothing.

Another sound, less a rattle and more something alive. Leo straightened his back, standing to full attention, and brought up his fist as he clicked once, quick and sharp. His brothers hushed at once. He moved, trusting his brothers to follow and cover his back.

Donnie scanned the perimeter before they entered the area, but it wouldn't be the first time one of those pink monsters managed to evade the scanners somehow. He'd upgraded them, and upgraded them again, until they had almost no fault, but they'd grown to be careful – couldn't be careful enough – unlike their days in youth where hubris colored their every action. Before the world went to waste and everything they knew disappeared. They'd lost almost everyone. They couldn't bear to lose each other, too.

A piece of rounded concrete stuck out between the pile of wreckage across from them, and another small noise echoed out. A tunnel, then, of sorts, whatever the concrete had once been had made a passageway under the debris. And something was in there.

Leo motioned to it, then twirled his finger, signaled his brothers to spread out and circle the entrance. They assumed their positions without protest, without question, silent and swift. Raph remained at Leo's back.

A roofing sheet covered most of the entrance. Leo counted down from three to zero with his fingers, hand in the air, and lifted the sheet with his sword, but the movement must've displaced something, because a moment later it came tumbling down with a loud clatter, stone and metal grinding their way down.

He tensed, but whatever was inside the tube – and he could clearly see it was one now, reminding him somewhat of the sewer tubes of his childhood – didn't startle and attack. But another noise came, clearly now, and Leo froze. It sounded like a cough. A very tiny cough. And a gurgle. It sounded like –

Leo ducked, without thinking, and climbed into the tunnel.

Black guck covered the bottom. It smelled rancid, pungent in a rotting way. His hands and knees sank into the wet mass. He sucked in a breath and held it, hoping the stench would leave his nose if he didn't breathe for long enough.

He ignored Raph's startled and concerned "Leo?!" and crawled further. He trudged through the sludge, trying not to gag at the slimy feel. Pieces of metal stuck through the roof of the tunnel, but Leo found himself lucky enough to not have to duck under them far enough to end belly-down in the gunk.

The baby looked up at him when he came to a stop close by. His cheeks weren’t nearly as chubby as they should be, and his hair was matted and greasy, clinging to his scalp. Only a ratty blanket covered him, flimsily at best. Something dark and unpleasant mixed with the black guck, and Leo didn't need to see the dried blood on the kid's arm to know what it was.

He looked past the baby, further down the tunnel, and saw a man. His arm was outstretched, reaching towards the kid, face turned towards them. A giant puncture hole was clear as day on his back, as repulsive as it was familiar.

Dead.

He must've died protecting his baby.

"How long've you been here, little guy?" Leo muttered, and regretted it immediately, a fresh wave of rot bombarding his senses. He coughed, covering his mouth and nose with the back of his hand.

"Alright," he said, strained. "You're coming with me."

He wiped his hand on his thigh, clearing most of the gunk from it, even if the baby was dirty enough that another layer wouldn't matter that much, and gingerly touched him. The baby grabbed at his fingers immediately, like a homing missile seeking warmth, sudden enough to startle Leo. He gurgled, big, doe eyes staring wetly up at Leo.

"Yeah, yeah," Leo mumbled, soft. "No need to look at me like that, I'm not leaving you here."

He unwrapped his scarf after wiping off his other hand, and fashioned it into a sling, knot tied atop his shoulder. He picked the baby up and murmured softly to him when he whined.

“I know, kiddo. Just a bit longer.”

The baby fit snugly into the sling, covered from head to toe by the scarf. The baby made a noise and curled his tiny fingers into Leo’s shirt, cuddling closer against him and burying further into the sling. He’d been out in the cold for a long time, it was nothing short of a miracle that the kid didn’t have hypothermia. Leo attempted to cradle him closer.

"Sorry, this'll be a bumpy ride. Hang tight, okay?"

Leo spared another glance at the man. It didn't feel right to leave him here to rot, after he gave his life to protect his child, but there was no other choice. Even if they dragged him out, there was no place to bury him, and no time to spare on it. Not with recent Kraang activity painted in the decay of his body. Leo closed his eyes, paid him respect the only way he still could, honoring the man's sacrifice.

His brothers called his name, their voices thin and sharp as they echoed through the tunnel and beat against his eardrums, their worry thick. Leo turned, and didn't look back.

Leo gulped in fresh air greedily the moment he tumbled out of the tunnel. He coughed, attempting to banish the foul smell out of his lung, while his arms curled around the baby.

"Leo," Raph rumbled, upset clinging to his words. "What were you thinking! You can't leave without saying anything! What if you got – " He paused. "What is that?"

The baby peeked over the top of the sling, curiously taking in his new surroundings and the people around them. Leo carefully took the baby out of the sling and showed him to his brothers. Their jaws dropped.

"Leo– what– " Raph spluttered.

"Why do you have a baby," Donnie's tone was dry, like he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.

"I found him," Leo said and held the child out towards them. "Isn't he cute?"

"He's naked."

Leo wiggled the kid. "Yeah, but so were we until we were forced into clothes. C'mon, look at 'im."

The baby cooed and giggled when Leo wiggled him again. Leo couldn't stop his grin. That's right, kid, back him up here.

"He's adorable," Raph said and Mikey nodded in agreement, a gentle smile and soft look on his face that Leo hadn't seen in a while. Then, it turned to a frown.

"He's dirty." Mikey looked at Leo. "You're dirty." His nostrils flared and he pulled a face. "Oh, Pizza Supreme, you reek."

"It was full of gross, rotting stuff in there, of course I stink."

"Nuh-uh, no, that's – Donnie, bag!"

Donnie, remaining at a decent distance from Leo, the scent probably having wafted his way now as well, shoved the Poppins bag into Mikey's hands.

"Leo, come here," Mikey commanded as he took out a surprisingly well-maintained towel and a bottle marked Rain out of the bag.

"No, Mikey," Leo protested, even as his little brother stalked towards him and the wiggling child in his arms. "We shouldn't waste water on something like this – "

Mikey shushed him. "If you think I'm going to let you run around smelling like that, you're an idiot. Now, hands."

There had never been any arguing with Mikey. Reluctantly, Leo did as told. The water felt wonderful on his scales, black gunk and slime washing off his hands, then his knees when those were clean.

"Baby."

Leo carefully angled the baby in his arms so Mikey could rinse him off.

"Hold him tight."

A task far easier than Leo would've thought it would be. The kid whined and fussed a little when Mikey poured the water in small streams over him and scrubbed the filth off him, but he was otherwise extremely well-behaved. Maybe he was tired. Leo hoped he wasn't sick.

Leo dried the baby off while Mikey dug a blanket out of the bag – and dropped Leo’s now-dirty scarf in – which he then used to swaddle the baby. The kid cuddled into the warmth of the blanket, and released a body-shaking sneeze.

"Is he sick?" Raph asked, worriedly. His hands hovered near them, shifting around, but never reaching out, as if afraid to hurt the fragile little thing curled in Leo's arms.

Leo examined the child's eyes, nose, and mouth. "Doesn't seem like it," he determined. "But it bears keeping an eye on, to be sure."

"Was he alone down there?" Donnie asked as he poked the kid's cheek and earned himself a gurgled coo in response.

Leo's face fell. "There was a man there, too. Been dead a few days. I think he was the kid's father. The..." he hesitated. "The Kraang got him."

The air turned tense, his brothers grew grim.

"They were here. Recently," Donnie mumbled. "We should..."

"Move," Leo agreed. "Soon."

Mikey sighed. "And I was just starting to like that place, too."

Guilt swirled like the beginning of a vortex in Leo's chest. He swallowed down the instinctive sorry, knew none of his brothers would appreciate that pesky self-blame rearing its ugly head again, not after they'd spent so long picking up and gluing together the pieces that'd shattered after the end began.

The baby shifted in his arms, rolling over and almost careening out of his hold and onto the ground. Leo, panicked, scrambled to shift the kid and hold him more securely.

"Don't do that!" he scolded, but the baby just blinked at him, like he had no idea why Leo had stopped him from whatever little plans his infant brain had hatched.

"Are we..." Raph hesitated. "Are we taking him with us?"

The question was tentative, a glimmer of something Leo couldn't quite identify sparkling in Raph's gaze, but he knew it was soft, and maybe even a little hopeful, but the uncertainty Leo himself felt was clear for him to see. The baby was heavy in his arms and suckled sweetly at one of Leo’s fingers.

"We can't leave him here," Mikey said, loud, like it was already a protest. "He'll die!"

"Yeah, 'course, I didn't mean..." Raph held his hands up. How he managed to always look so much smaller than their little brother in moments like these would forever remain a mystery to Leo.

"It's a fair question, Mikey," Leo said. "It'll be a lot of work. We'll need to find far more food and supplies than what we survive on now - "

"So we're leaving him here just because - "

"Michael," Donnie cut in. His no-nonsense tone always worked best on Mikey, and they watched the rush of a fight leave their little brother. "It's an important thing to consider. This is a child, an entire person we need to take care of. Are we the best choice for that?"

They didn't know anything about babies, all reference they had was from their Pops' stories about their own childhood – and most of that was probably not applicable to fully human children – and some TV shows, which left much to be desired.

Mikey looked sadly at the baby and rested the back of his hand against his cheek.

"Where else is he supposed to go?" he whispered. "We're all he has."

Sorrow frayed at Leo's edges. His brother wasn't wrong – the kid was all alone in the world. They couldn't trust other humans to take care of him, even if they managed to find a group of them anywhere soon. There was no vetting process trustworthy enough in the mess that was the apocalypse for them to entrust the baby to strangers. Leo glanced at Donnie and Raph, and knew, from the looks on their faces, they were considering the exact same thing. Leo and Raph's eyes met, they exchanged nothing but a wordless look for a moment, and then they nodded.

"He'll need a name,” Raph said. Mikey looked between them for a startled moment and then positively lit up.

"I've got the best names! There's Clunk, Cody, Haley, Joel -"

Donnie, a smile tilting at his lips, leaned in, consideringly, and he hummed a melody-less tune.

"He reminds me somewhat of Cassandra."

Leo made a noise that was a mix between offense and confusion, while Raph, looking only confused, leaned curiously closer to the baby.

"Oh!" Mikey said. "He does kinda look like her, doesn't he?"

Leo squinted down at the child in his arms. The baby looked back up at him with wide, dark eyes.

"I don't see it," Leo said. "He's so much cuter."

"He's a baby," Donnie huffed, but Leo could hear amusement in his tone. "They're designed to be cute."

"Which means I'm right."

"No, Leo, look. He does look like her," Raph's hands skated around the baby, one palm almost dwarfing the little guy. He pushed the kid's hair back with one, careful finger. "See?" The baby reached up, grabbed Raph's finger best he could with his tiny baby-grip. Raph melted, smile wide and warm, and Leo's breath almost stopped, stolen from his lungs, because he felt, vaguely, as if the sun had come out for the first time after a barren, endless winter.

"Okay," Leo said. Cleared his throat to rid it off its roughness. "Yeah, okay. I guess I see it. So, Casey, then?"

"Casey Junior," Mikey declared, a new sort of pride lining him almost as bright as his ninpo. "It's perfect."

"You wanna hold him, Raph?" Leo asked. It was easy to spot the building refusal, worry and hesitance pinging back in his big brother's eyes, so Leo, swiftly, and without too much jostling, deposited the baby in Raph's arms.

Panic seized, but only for a moment, because then Casey cuddled closer up to him, burying himself in the safe comfort of Raph's arms, and every bit of tension washed away.

His brothers huddled around, gazing at the slowly dozing baby nestled, like he'd always belonged there, in their big brother's arms. They talked in hushed, bright tones, and warmth sang like a crackling hearth through Leo’s soul.

Picking up Casey might’ve been the best thing he’d ever done.

#this ended up being 4.4k haha #officially the second longest fic I've made in my entire life #I had fun making this!#spent 2 full weeks on it tho lol #razz writes #razz's writing #I'm nervous;;#oh yeah!#the reason I named this fic Jacob's Ladder #is because that's a weather phenomenon #also called sunbeams #it's when the sun shines from behind clouds in rays #and that's what Casey is to the boys

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razzek · 2 months

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Reading Pern fic and realizing that it's always queen riders or future queen rider Mary Sue type characters who here all dragons and I am now desperate for a green rider with the ability. I know in canon it's rare and has to do with bloodlines and is a women only talent that's maybe twice in a generation. We got Lessa and Ariana (? the gal in Renegades who has such a bad time she avoids dragons) and maaaaybe Moreta (it's been a long time since I read that one). But if it's going to crop up in fanfic and RP constantly, I want to see someone that everybody pins all these expectations onto and they end up riding green to the dismay of all but them. (I love greens, second best dragons to me, only topped by blues which seem to be the only dragon an ace person can ride, but the culture around them and the way their riders are treated is fascinating.) If the green rider in question was a trans man maybe no problems there or nothing would change (though that's a story I'd be interested to read in general, a trans man in canon Pern society riding green, which had to have happened at least twice in their 2k year history). But if you had someone who was being brought up and expected to ride gold and she gets a "crappy" green, the political fallout alone would be fascinating.

Man I wish I had the stamina to write longer fics. I have so many ideas for Pern stuff (most of them horrible; I am somewhat disappointed that purity culture in fandom spaces has kept people from exploring and digging down into the real canon implications that were always present in the books; I understand not wanting to do that on a personal level, but it's disappointing that a lot of writers will avoid it solely for fear of purity assholes coming after them). If Anne herself was allowed to write really shitty attempts at confronting some of this stuff (looking at you, Skies of Pern, ugh) why aren't fans allowed to tackle it honestly and better instead of just pretending it doesn't happen? But on the flip side, where's the exploration of queerness in it’s entirety from fan writers? I've seen trans women green riders and of course lots of gay men, but where my ace blue riders and lesbians and trans men and so many others be at? Aaaanyway....

This became a tangent. tleadr: it's been like 60 years of fanfic and I'm bored of the same old runaway rich girl who hears all dragons becoming a queen rider stories. XD Nothing against that sort of self indulgence, everyone gets to write that kind of wish fulfillment. :) I'm just bored and I wanna read something new but don't have the energy to write it, alas.

#dragonriders of pern #pern #razz rambles #been on a pern kick again for like the past three years #and nobody knows because I just never talk about it XD #tried to join an rp and everyone was super nice #but it's just too much work socially and on a tech level for me #rps are great but I'm a fic writer more than an rper alas

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just-a-drawing-bean · 9 months

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How or why did Razzle Dazzle choose his name?

ok so there's lore to this.

When Sun and Moon and Razz left the plex years after security breach events, but ruin never happens, they all leave in their one original body. Eventually they get their own bodies and when Razzle moves to his new body he chooses the Name Razzle Dazzle after being previously called 24t-m1nn74. His name was such because he was a tertiary program added after the virus was removed from sun and moon. He's the antivirus. He picked the name personally to stand out and be memorable. Also jazz hands

#razz lore #razzle dazzle #ask response #ive been thinking recently #theres a whole backstory now #and future lore with yn #idk if ill ever write a whole fic #but the basis is there #all that glitters au #atg au

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nyxnygma · 1 year

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Can you right something for Sami Yaffa having their first time with reader?? 🤍🤍

Like a Virgin || Sami Yaffa

[Virgin!Sami Yaffa x AFAB!Reader]

Summary: Reader finds out their dear friend, Sami, is a Virgin

Warnings: loss of virginity,smut,penetration

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A/N: I don’t think I’ve written the word ‘Virgin’ so many times in my life. Also rereading the request I think you meant for them both being virgins so oops. Sami acts a bit softer than he usually does but just roll with it.

Sami and you were sat beside each other talking about anything. The two of you decided to stay at the flat rather than going to the same pub you got to every day with the rest of the band. Somehow the conversation turned into talking about old memories and exes.

“Remember when you kissed that girl that Razzle had his eye on,” you giggled at the thought, “what was her name? Evie?”

“Yeah it was Eve,” Sami nodded, “and it was more than one kiss.”

“You mean you kissed multiple times or you did more than kissing?” You were laughing at his antics.

“Nah just made out,” he shook his head.

The more you thought about it the more you realise Sami is the only one out of the boys that does not talking about sex. You didn't know if it was appropriate to ask, but Sami didn't seem to be resisting your questions. "You don't have to answer if this is too personal, but have you actually ever...?"

He took a deep breath in, trying to determine your intentions. There wasn't anything but purity in your eyes, absolutely no judgment. "No." He embarrassingly admitted. "I know it's weird because I'm nearly 20. I don’t think many people see me in that way.”

"I don't think it's weird at all," you informed him, watching his gaze snap back up to meet yours. “But I highly doubt that no one's thought of you that way. I mean your about to become a rockstar!”

Sami looked like it was information he'd never heard before. "Really?"

There was no hesitance in your answer. "I know so." It was a little bit of a leap of faith, but Sami was right in front of you, and you were feeling brave.

"Thank you, Y/n." He replied.

You shook your head, reaching out to touch his hand. "You deserve someone sweet to do all that with when the time is right." You assured him with a smile.

Sami breathed out a shaky breath, diving right in the deep end. "You?" His voice was high-pitched like he was a teenage boy with voice cracks.

The surprised look on your face wasn't something you could control. "Me?" You asked rhetorically. "Are you sure?"

He was avoiding all eye contact, his attention on his lap with a bright red blush painting his cheeks. Never have you seen someone so beautiful. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

You cut him off before he could continue, placing a gentle finger on his lips. Sami’s eyes crossed as he looked at it the most adorable way before flicking up to meet yours. "I'm not saying no."

"So, you're saying yes?" The musician asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Sami shook his head, blue eyes widening. "I want to." He replied without hesitation, but the uncertainty quickly sunk in. "I really don't know how."

Leaning forward, you grabbed his nervous hands, placing them on your waist. You softly held his cheek, tenderly placing your lips on his. Sami leaned into it, his nerves melting as he kissed you back. When you went to pull back, he reconnected your lips, not wanting to stop kissing you.

There was still one unfinished piece of business on his mind that was slightly distracting him from giving you everything. Hurriedly, he moved his head back, making you worry you’d done something wrong.

"I have to tell you something." Sami declared. You nodded, stroking your thumb over his cheekbones. "I think I might, um, love you." He stopped looking at you after that, only focusing on his lap.

He was just too cute, a fact you would never get over. "You think, or you know?" You joked, earning half a smile from the bassist. "I hope you know I love you just as much."

Again, he looked like he didn't believe you. "I- ar-are you sure?" He asked, not giving you time to answer as he quickly dived into reasons you shouldn't love him. "People usually like the other boys in the band-"

"You're the cutest, most amazing person I know. Only idiots favour you last." You cut him off, concerned he couldn't see just how perfect he was. "I love you, Sam, and I'm not going to stop.”

"Thank you," Sami replied, leaning closer again to kiss you. More confidently, he moved his hands to place on your cheeks, curling his fingers around the base of your neck. He kissed you harder that time, with more passion than you’d ever experienced.

Kissing him back, you experimentally darted your tongue out, tracing it around his bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth. Sami mewled at the sensation, not letting it deter him from making out with you. There wasn't any hurriedness in the kiss, both of you just taking your time.

You could feel his fingers getting clammy, more hesitantly touching your skin, but you knew what he wanted. You placed your hands on top of his, moving them off you face and onto your tits.

When you pulled back for air, his eyes were wide, darting down to you chest. "You're too cute," You told him, trying to get your heart rate level.

Sami blushed at your comment, keeping his hands where they were. "We should go to my bedroom, right?" He asked, unsure.

"Sure, hun." You agreed, getting off the sofa before taking his hand. You knew where it was, making your way through the messy flat and pushing open the door. It wasn't a room you’d been in.

Dropping his hands, you stood up on your tiptoes, looping your arms around his neck, and kissed him. Sami’s hands landed on her breasts, experimentally squeezing them. Lightly, you moaned, giving him the assurance it was okay.

Pulling away from his lips, you trailed your kisses gently across his jawline. You relished in every high-pitch moan he let out when you sucked harder. Against up your lower stomach, you could feel the hardening in his pants.

"You're so precious, Sami," You told him, breaking away to unbutton the buttons from the bottom of his shirt. Blushing bright red, Sam helped you take off his own shirt. You took off your own, not missing the way he gawked.

With some newfound confidence, Sami kissed down your neck, trying to replicate the pleasure you gave him. You could sense he was being spurred on by your moans.

You pulled Sami’s hips onto you by the belt loop of his pants, walking your fingers down to place your palm over his length. He whimpered right onto your neck, the sound vibrating through you.

Unbuttoning then unzipping his pants, you pulled them with his boxers, leaving him bare. You palmed him up and down, each time drawing out the same whimper.

His breathing had already sped up, panting out uneven breaths above you. Your gaze was fixed on him, watching as his eyes lulled closed and he traced his tongue around his parted lips.

"Feels good." He declared, voice a higher pitch than you had ever heard.

With your free hand, you stroked across his cheek. “Tell me if you don't like something, okay?"

"Yeah. Don't think there's anything you could do that I wouldn't like." Sami mentioned, only making you smile more.

"You ready for more?" You asked him.

Sami whimpered before he replied. "Please."

Taking your hand off him, you nodded towards the bed. "Lay down, baby."

He nodded, kicking off his pants and laying down while resting on his elbows. You took off your own pants and underwear set, walking over to him.

Sami didn't know where to look, his eyes darting all over your body in the most flattering way. It was the most immense confidence boost. "You're so beautiful, the most stunning."

"Thank you," You replied, kissing him softly as you placed your knees on one side of his body. "Are you ready?" You asked him, keeping your face close to his.

Sami quickly nodded. "Please." He said, already a little breathless.

You swung your knee to the other side of his hips, locking eyes with him as you sunk down onto his cock. Sami wasn't sure there was any better feeling, and he could tell why Nasty did it so often. The soft warmth of your cunt felt infinitely better than his hand.

The other thing he was enjoying was the blissed-out look on your face. Your mouth was open, your head thrown back, and your eyes half-closed. Sami had always thought you looked beautiful, but he'd never be able to get over how you looked at that moment.

"Jesus, Sami, so big." You moaned, unintentionally filling him with confidence.

Sami’s thorough pleasure only increased when you began to move, slowly bouncing up and down. He hadn't even noticed how loud his moans were until you started to match them.

His attention was desperately flicking between where you were connected and your boobs that were bouncing up and down. Shyly, he reached out to cup them in his hands. You leaned forward, resting your weight on your elbows on either side of his head.

Sami flicked his thumb over your hardened nipples, noticing how it made you tighten slightly around him. "Fuck. ‘M not gonna last much longer." Sami whimpered, knowing the tightening feeling in his stomach. He felt like everything inch of his skin was red hot, only driving him closer to an orgasm.

"Me too." You agreed, biting your lip. You took one of his hands in yours and placed his finger on your clit, moving it around in circles until he was doing it himself. "Fu-fuck. Y-you're incredible at that." You complimented, feeling yourself very near to the peak of your orgasm.

As soon as you tightened around him, Sami spilled inside you, his whole body tensing. That was all it took for you to cum, the pulsing around him providing him with extra stimulation.

You shifted off him, flopping down onto the sheets right next to him. When you turned to look at him, Sami was softly smiling. "You doing okay?" You asked, knowing how sensitive he probably was feeling.

“Mhm,” he nodded.

You matched his smile and leant forward to catch his lips in a kiss. "I'm just gonna go to the bathroom." You told him, scooting off the bed and walking to the bathroom.

Sami was watching you when you walked back in. "Y/n?"

"Yeah?" You replied, slightly concerned he wasn't feeling okay. You grabbed your own shirt to put back on, feeling the room getting colder.

"Can you stay the night?" Sami asked delicately, stopping staring at the ceiling in favor of looking at you.

You couldn't believe how unbelievably soft he was. He really was one of a kind. You leaned down to kiss him. "Of course," You assured him.

Walking over to his closet, you looked for something to wear. You turned around with a jumper you wouldn't have guessed he owned in your hands. "Can I wear this?" You asked.

"Yeah." Sami nodded quickly.

You got under the warm cover next to him. Sami clung to your side like a baby koala, enjoying you stroke your fingers through his hair. You talked about your relationship, but also whatever else came to mind until Sami eventually fell asleep with his arms around you and you could stare at his pretty, sleeping face.

#hanoi rocks fic #sami yaffa x reader #Sami yaffa #Sami yaffa x you #Hanoi rocks #hanoi rocks x reader #Hanoi rocks smut #rock #glam rock #motley crue #razzle #razz Dingley #Michael monroe

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irc-d-x-ao3 · 9 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castaspella & Shadow Weaver | Light Spinner (She-Ra), Castaspella & Angella & Madame Razz Characters: Castaspella (She-Ra), Angella (She-Ra), Razz (She-Ra) Additional Tags: Break Up, Post-Break Up, Break Up Talk, brief apparition of SW just to dump Casta, Madame Razz and Angella comforting her, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, singer/composer Castaspella, Nurse Razz, Writer Angella, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary:

Castaspella, a pretty famous singer on the verge of losing her contract, finds herself unable to compose her new song after her partner, Shadow Weaver, breaks up with her.

However, an unexpected encounter with Madame Razz and Angella, good friends of her, might be just what she needs…

#break up one-shot #castaspella #shadow weaver #Angella #Madame Razz #Ao3 #spop #spop fic

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razzlee-meow · 1 year

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family cheer ups!

i came up with this in like 5 seconds, as i do with all my fics *insert thumbs up here*. enjoy.

THIS IS PLATONIC. just mentioning that for weirdos!

this was based on interactions with my BROTHER so don't be weird. i had to write for the brothers (which ones, who knows~ [technically you'll know bc they're in the tags but whatever i like this LMFAO]) and this is my first fnf fic. wow.

"Finally, home..." Agoti let an exasperated sigh as he flopped on to his bed, coming home after what was going to be a relaxing walk turned into a hectic rap battle with that annoying blue-haired brat! It had been the third time this week, and it was really starting to wear him down for the worse. His body ached - for how much energy he put into that one single battle; he was upset that he didn't win.

That he couldn't win.

That was the main problem - he was never able to figure out how to beat him. Everything that brat did was able to one-up his moves immediately and have the entire crowd cheering for him. He would be lying if he said it didn't hurt a little. Scratch that, a lot. He wanted to feel good and confident about his rapping skills. If he never won any matches, how could he be considered good? His mind swirled with random thoughts of self-doubt as he gripped the side of his pillow.

Then he heard a knock at his door.

Agoti tilted his head back toward the door, noticing the taller frame standing outside of it. He grumbled; he wasn't in the mood to deal with his bullshit right now. As much as he loves the family bonding, it was just not the right time for it. Not while he had so much on his mind. "What do you want?" He barked out, resting his head against his pillow once more.

Aldryx raised an eyebrow as he stepped inside the younger one's room, letting out a huff in response. "What, that the best insult you got? What happened to the 'hey, older brother!' Where'd that go, huh?" It was clear that he was just teasing him and didn't care what he said, but the loud groan he got in response made him quite concerned.

He sat down on the other side of the bed, looking at him with a stern expression. "You alright?"

Agoti huffed, burying his face deeper into the pillow. His expression was a mix of anger and sadness, one that hadn't been seen in such a long time. "No, does it look like I'm alright? It's the third time this week that idiot has beaten me in a rap battle!" Aldryx only tilted his head. He didn't understand how that could affect him so much - it was only a friendly battle, after all.

"Is it that big of a deal?" The taller one absentmindedly blurted out, narrowing his eyes a bit. Agoti's cheeks flushed a bright red out of irritation. How could he say that sort of thing? It didn't make sense! "Of course it does! He's always winning!" He moves his body up to look at him with a sort of... disgusted look as if he couldn't believe that he even said that. "I never win against him! And if I never win..." Agoti trailed off, turning over on his back. "...I'm no good."

Those words shook Aldryx. His whole body froze with the sudden realization that he was struggling with self-confidence. The red digidevil frowned a bit. "Listen," he spoke softly, a hand resting on his side, "just because someone beats you doesn't mean that you're not good. It just means that you've finally found a challenge. I'm sorry if I made it seem like that it wasn't important and I..."

Aldryx stopped suddenly. His younger brother's movements made his eyebrow raise, and he swore he could've heard muffled giggles out of him. "Dude, was my speech really that corny?" He asked quietly, giggling himself. The younger one shook his head, his arms going to grab the older one's wrist. Only then did he realize the issue, so to speak.

His hand had been tapping against his side oblivious to the reactions that he was causing him. It took a moment before the puzzle started to click in his mind; for the gears to start turning. "Ah.." he chuckled, still tapping against his side. "You know, Agoti," he started, moving in closer to the one laying down, "I don't like seeing you put yourself down. You should lighten up a bit. And I'm gonna show you how!"

Without a warning, Aldryx's long claws started scratching through the fabric of Agoti's hoodie, teasing and testing all the spots on his stomach and sides. The poor boy didn't even have a chance to react to his brother's torturous methods before he was a hysterical mess, squirming and kicking on his bed as he tried hard to get away from him through his bright and almost child-like laughter.

"Ah, ah..!" Aldryx giggled, holding him close in a tight bear-hug, making sure he couldn't get away from him. "No, you don't!" His fingers continued to mercilessly scratch at the boy's sensitive stomach and sides all the while he was kicking and trying to push him off with the amount of strength he had.

"AaaAAAHAHA- A-ALDRYX..! YohohohHOHOU BAHAHASTARD, QUHUHUIT IT!" Agoti cursed out, letting out loud squeals and squeaks. His nerves felt like they were on fire every time he touched him, causing him to jerk away with every single touch. Curse his brother's strength to keep him locked in here!

"Are you going to stop badmouthing yourself?" Aldryx asked, raising an eyebrow as he gave him a bit of a break, not wanting to ruin him too much. Agoti let out heavy breaths, just laying in the other's grip. He wasn't badmouthing himself - to him, he was just saying it like he was. "Well, am I ever ... gonna win a match?" There was a moment of silence between them. And for a minute, Agoti thought that he was done.

But from the finger that clawed at the skin underneath his hoodie, he knew this was far from over. "Nohoh, Aldryx, w-wait, I'm sorry, please d-dohohon- oHohOHO GOHOHD NOHO!" Agoti let out a loud shriek and peels of laughter as he felt his brother's claws dig into that ticklish flesh. No matter what he did to twist out of his grip, the digidevil had him right where he wanted him. In his... tickly grasp.

Agoti's face was a bright red mess, and his stomach quivered with laughter underneath his claws as he dragged them up and down. His loud laughter turned to whines as the other started shaking his head, his legs kicking so hard that he was afraid that one of his shoes might fly off.

"I said, are you going to stop badmouthing yourself?" He repeated the question again. Agoti was already so exhausted from the battle that even this small amount of tickling was enough to wear him out. He lowered his head in defeat, nodding.

"F-Fihihine..I'll s-stohohop! I gihihive..! J-Just.. p-plehehease, nohoho mohohore." As soon as the older one heard that, he gave him one last pinch to his side before smiling from ear to ear, listening to the small squeak that left his mouth. Aldryx sat up on the other's bed, patting his arm softly.

"Listen, I know I just... tickled you to death, but I want you to believe me when I say you can talk to me about this sort of thing, right? I'm here for you. I will listen to whatever you want to say, even if it's about Boyfriend and his dumb antics. And hey," Aldryx looked him dead in his blank, white eyes, a reassuring smile on his face. "You're always gonna be the best in my books."

Aldryx then got up, stretching as he walked over to the doorframe. "Oh, one more thing," he turned around. "Dad said he's making something spicy, so swing on by downstairs if you're not too tired~" Agoti groaned as he threw a pillow at his older brother, watching him dodge out of the way and head down the stairs. Even though he appeared to be upset, he wasn't actually. There was even a small smile on his face as he stared up at the ceiling, rolling his eyes.

Aldryx always knew how to cheer him up.

#razz-writes #fnf tickling #lee!agoti #ler!aldryx #PLEASE DO NOT TAG THIS AS SHIP ISTG #this is platonic ONLY #sfw tickling #sfw tickle fic #its 3 am #im dying #its alright #im gonna hate this in the morning when im fully awake lmaooo

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