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white-poppie · 2 years

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꒰Characters and their romance tropes ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

Synopsis: Characters and their romance tropes Fandoms: Hunter x Hunter, My Hero Academia, Death Note, HAIKYU!!, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers

୨୧ Childhood friends to lovers

You have known them since your childhood, you two share the fondest memories, most embarrassing moments and deepest secrets.

Serenaded by the smell of soft caramel macchiato. They would get you flowers just to match those antique vase of yours. Thumb rubbing circles on your knuckles and messed up hair. Laughing at the lamest jokes, chasing each other in parks and sitting on the top of a car, kissing as the rays of the sunset illuminate your faces.

“I don’t want this moment to end.”

Kirishima, Kenma, Sugawara, Yamaguchi, Daichi, Kiyoko, Bokuto, Yuuji, Chifuyu, Mikey (toman), Shinichiro, Senju

୨୧ Rivals to lovers

One thing they absolutely despise is being the second best. When they met you, at first it was just bickering and fighting for dominance.

They know they are in trouble when an argument about some topic you both are passionate about uprises and they are subtly starting to notice the way your shoulders move up and down, heaving breaths after the argument, doing the exact same thing you are doing to them. you catch each other’s eyes and they gulp shakily.

It doesn’t take long for them to notice, they have the same effect on you, boy were they going to fluster you uncontrollably.

“You want me to say it? Fine, brat. I...feel for you and it scares the living shit out of me.”

Killua, Light, Oikawa, Kuroo, Sakusa, Atsumu, Yaku, Maki, Bakugo, Dabi, Kisaki, Rindou, Sanzu.

୨୧ Forbidden Love

For them it was as if a fallen angel was trying to love a demon. Oh so similar, yet so different. They had pined upon you for ages, but there were barriers. Unsaid and physical. They want to know you better than just stolen glances, late night rendezvous or hidden dances. They want the world to know that you are their.

Their heart feels as if it is on fire whenever they see you staring at someone else for too long, but they can’t be jealous, not when you aren’t their. It is human nature to crave what they cannot have, but they should’ve known better that these violent delights have violent ends.

“You and I will always be unfinished business.”

Illumi, Hawks, Shigaraki, L, Osamu, Kita, Kageyama, Ran, Kokonoi, Tendou

୨୧ Age gap romance

(ethical ONLY)

They are mature and know how to navigate through crisis. They aura is automatically gentle yet powerful. They are aware that society often treats age gaps in relation was a taboo.

However does it really matter if you have the romantic connection and emotional maturity to find your way trough the problems life throws at you, so does the age of your partner really matter?

They have had all kinds of romantic experiences and they find your innocence to be a gentle gust of fresh air. They wants to preserve it and at the same time he hates how something rather...instinctually wild in them stirs.

“I won’t let any goddamn thing in this world to hurt you.”

Chrollo, Ukai, Akaashi, Ushijma, Aizawa, Taiju, Hanma, Draken, Takeomi, Shinichiro, Nanami, Getou

୨୧ Villain x Hero

They are not used to it. The undivided attention they are getting, your brows knitting in concern as you clean their wounds, You are so gentle...it hurts.

They ask them why they are doing this.

You reply by stating that you just hate their ways not their ideology or them in general and that they too deserve a second chance.

They smirk and observe you carefully. The rumors were true; you really are too much of an angelic soul to be in this dystopic world.

The next time they are the one in your position, they call it returning the favour. You fall asleep in their place at wake up to the news that the person who hurt you is dead. You panic and look around the base only to see your saviour drinking coffee in blood-clad clothes and a silly grin plastered on their face.

“You have done enough for a day angel, you can’t save everyone; you are going to collapse from exhaustion. If you die for one person, who is going to save the others?”

Light, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hanma, Ran, Sanzu, Mikey (bonten), Hisoka, Sukuna, Tendou

୨୧ Mafia romance

They aren’t used to people not recognizing them and moreover they aren’t used to people talking to them like a normal person. When you did, unaware of their status-- they were intrigued and that is how your story started.

They were intimidating—terrifying. One look at them brought you to a dreadful shudder, and it only became worse every time they so much as looked at you. You were paralyzed; your blood colder than ice. They were a dangerous cog in the machine and you were caught in the middle of it.

However it was a surprise, how much they tried to be good for you. Protecting you from all the harm, talking hushes to you as if you were made up of glass and before you knew it...you had fallen for them

“God I want you in some primal, wild way animals want each other. untamed and full of teeth. Yet I desire you in some chaste, Victorian way in where a glimpse of your ankle just kills me.”

Mello, Nobunaga, Pakunoda, Bakugo, Kai Chisaki, Suna, Terushima, Kuroo, Gojo, Rindou, Wakasa, South

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mythica0 · 1 year

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My fic master post.

The fics I have written! I will try to update regularly, but I am very forgetful (*cough* and lazy *cough cough*) so it might take a minute.

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These will be listed in order by fandom. If some sections are missing , it just means I haven’t made anything for it yet. Request something and *automater voice: that vacancy will be filled *

He who laughs: for Puss in boots: the last wish; lee puss, ler death

WoF:

“I know you’re here somewhere~” : lee Sundew, Ler Cricket

Sarcasm: Lee Glory, Ler Tsunami

Sibling bonding day! : lee everyone, ler everyone

Emotion: Lee Glory, Ler Tsunami Ft. Deathbringer

TSS:

New and confusing : lee Janus, Ler Patton

Salty to sweet : Lee Virgil + Logan Ler: Roman + Remus (very cute fluff)

MHA :

Dont worry, be happy ! : lee Tamaki, Ler Mirio

Smile for the camera! : Lee Aizawa + Shinso Ler present mic (this is my top post C: )

A collection of cases of Marilyn’s agressive positivity: Lee Payton(OC) Deku, Kiri, Todoroki Ler Marilyn(OC)

What a day : Lee Sero, Ler Mina

Tears: Lee Denki, Ler Kirishima

“You caught a Pikachu!”: Lee Denki, Ler Payton(OC) ft. Bakusquad

Sleep in: Lee Shinsou, Ler Aizawa + Present mic

TOH:

Revenge is a dish best served cold : Lee Gus, Ler willow

The potion incident : Lee Luz, Ler Amity + potion

Loosen up! : Lee Amity + Hunter, Ler Amity + Hunter

Still here: Lee Hunter Ler Luz

The last straw Cookie.: Lee Amity, Ler Hunter

Heartbreaker: Lee Amity, Ler Willow

CRK:

Bad day bonding : Lee Licorice, Ler Poision Mushroom

Encanto :

How the tables turn: Lee Antonio Ler Isabella +Dolorés

We learned from the best! : sequel to ^ . Lee young Isabella + Dolorés, Ler Pepa + Julieta

Hysterical : Lee young Isabella + Dolorés, Ler Pepa + Julieta

No snooping: Lee Mirabel , Ler Isabella

Plot twist: Lee Mirabel, Ler Dolorés + Pepa

Gorgeous noise~ : Lee Julieta + Pepa, Ler Felix + Augustine

ROTTMNT:

We’re in this together is - multi-chapter non-tkl AU . You can find the first chapter here. Which will have links to the other chapters once they’re made

Operation: cheer up dad: Lee Donnie, Ler Shelldon

Old returned feelings: (Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis) Lee Leon, Ler Leo + Donnie

Come out, come out, come out of your shell~: Lee Mikey, Ler Leo

Humbled: Lee Donnie, Ler Leo

Pessimism: Lee Donnie, Ler Mikey

Touch starved: Lee Mikey, Ler Donnie + Raph + Leo

Wake him up: Lee Donnie, Ler Leo

Been to long: Lee Leo, Ler Raph

Am I doing this right?: Lee Splinter, Ler Barry

Stress relief: Lee Raph, Ler Mikey

Truth or dare: Lee Donnie, Ler Leo + Mikey + Raph

Squirmy: Lee Donnie, Ler Leo

Right side of the bed: Lee Donnie, Ler Mikey + Leo

Sunshine: Lee Mikey + Leo + Donnie , Ler Raph

Switch-iation: Lee Leo + Donnie, Ler Mikey + Raph

Nervous energy: Lee Mikey, Ler Leo + Donnie

Tittering on the edge: Lee Donnie, Ler Mikey

Warmth: Lee Raph, Ler Mikey + Leo + Donnie

Dr…..positive?:Lee Mikey, Ler Donnie

Bubbly: Lee Donnie, Ler Mikey + Leo

Natural disaster: Lee Leo, Ler Donnie

Lee-os weakness: Lee Leo, Ler Donnie

A lesson in confidence: Lee Donnie, Ler Leo

Slice of life: Lee Leo + Donnie + Mikey + Raph, Ler Leo + Donnie + Mikey + Raph

A different gift: Lee Leo + Mikey + Raph, Ler Donnie ft tech

Powerful tickles: Lee Leo, Ler Donnie + Mikey + Raph

Observation: Lee Casey jr., Ler Leo + Donnie + Mikey + Raph

Never meet your idols: Lee Leo + Mikey + Raph, Ler Donnie

Thief: Lee Mikey, Ler Donnie

You won!: Lee Donnie, Ler Raph

Prank master: Lee Mikey, Ler Leo

The good kind of monster: Lee Mikey, Ler Raph

Cooking lesson: Lee Leo + Mikey, Ler Leo + Mikey

Better pizza: Lee Leo + Donnie, Ler Leo + Donnie

Whimsy: Lee Donnie + Raph, Ler Leo + Mikey

Bored game: Lee Donnie, Ler Leo + Mikey + Raph

Squeaky clean: Lee tot Mikey, Ler tot Raph

New canvas: Lee Leo, Ler Mikey

Sensory override: Lee Donnie, Ler Leo

Leaky tap: Lee Donnie, Ler Raph

Make lemonade: Lee Leo, Ler Mikey

Cheater: Lee Leo + Raph, Ler Leo + Raph

Sweet scarring: Lee Donnie, Ler Leo + Mikey + Raph

Clingy: Lee tot Mikey, Ler Donnie

Self-care: Lee Donnie, Ler Leo + Mikey + Raph

Faulty: sequel to “sweet scarring” Lee Leo, Ler Raph

Robots feel too: Sequel to “operation:cheer up dad” Lee Shelldon, Ler Donnie

Hide and tickle; Lee tot Mikey, Ler tot Leo

Pillow WAR!: Lee Leo + Donnie + Mikey + Raph, Ler Leo + Donnie + Mikey + Raph

A Blast: Lee Leo, Ler Donnie

Clean-up crew: Lee Leo, Ler Donnie

Intervention: Lee Mikey, Ler Leo + Donnie + Raph

A Memory: Lee Leo + Donnie + Raph, Ler Mikey

Acting: Lee Leo + Mikey, Ler Donnie

Older Siblings: Lee Raph, Ler April

Pouting; Lee Donnie, Ler Leo

A loving father: Lee Tots(all), Ler Splinter

Calculations: Lee Mikey, Ler Donnie

Last one standing: Lee Donnie, Ler Splinter

Smile~: Lee Leo, Ler Donnie

Flipping the script: Lee Leo, Ler Donnie

Need a Break: Lee Donnie, Ler Raph

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hinatastinygiant · 1 year

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5 | Uncharted Territory

Pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader

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In Taiju's opulent residence, the atmosphere of grandeur meets an underlying sense of suffocation. Every inch of the house exuded an aura of wealth and privilege, yet there was an undeniable tension that clung to the air. It was a prison of your brother's own making, despite the elaborate decorations at every corner that borders on excessive. The golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over the marble floors while tapestries depict scenes of luxury.

The dining room is a spectacle of refinement, with a long table adorned with fine china and crystal goblets, meticulously arranged to perfection. The tablecloth boasts an intricate lace pattern that adds an extra touch of elegance. Silverware gleams under the glow of the chandelier, while fresh flowers grace ornate vases, their vibrant colors contrasting the subdued tones of the room.

As you take in the scene, you notice the forced smiles that adorn the faces of the guests. Their expressions conceal the underlying tension that hangs in the air. Each individual is a prop in Taiju's scheme, carefully chosen to maintain the illusion of grandeur and importance. They move gracefully through the rooms, engaging in polite conversation that masks an unspoken competition for status and influence.

Amidst the murmurs of conversation, Taiju's voice cuts through the air as he announces the arrival of important guests. His tone carries a sense of urgency, emphasizing the need to impress and gain their favor. You, Yuzuha, and Hakkai are summoned, instructed to put on your best behavior and play your roles flawlessly. In this meticulously crafted facade, you become mere pawns, fulfilling Taiju's desire for social validation.

As you don your finest attire and assume your positions, you feel the weight of expectations upon you. Your every move, every word, is meticulously calculated to fit the desired narrative. Behind the smiles and polite gestures, you sense the suffocating nature of this environment, where genuine emotions are stifled in favor of maintaining the illusion of perfection.

In the midst of everything, Taiju assumes the role of a doting older brother, showering you, Yuzuha, and Hakkai with false affection in front of his guests. He embraces each of you with theatrical warmth, his words filled with artificial adoration.

"Ah, my dear siblings," he proclaims with a practiced smile. "How fortunate I am to be blessed with such talented and charming brothers and sister. Our esteemed guests will surely be captivated by your mere presence."

Forced camaraderie and staged laughter become the currency of the evening. The three of you navigate your way through Taiju's choreographed script, your interaction completely artificial. Each laugh is a hollow echo, each smile a well-rehearsed mask.

"Hang in there, Y/N," Yuzuha whispers to you after Taiju's moved onto the nexton tong. "We'll get through this."

But with every fabricated gesture and rehearsed conversation, you feel the distance between your true self and the facade you're forced to maintain. As the charade continues, you find yourself longing for a moment of authenticity, a chance to shed the layers of pretense and be true to who you are. But within the suffocating walls of Taiju's house, that opportunity seems elusive.

As the suffocating charade in Taiju's mansion reaches its peak, you yearn for a moment of air. Unable to bear the weight of the pretense any longer, you excuse yourself from the room and walk to the balcony out back.

To your surprise, you're not alone. Mikey, the leader of the Tokyo Manji gang, is standing before you. As he looks over at you, his eyes hold a gentle understanding as if he sees right through those walls you've built, recognizing the weight you carry on your shoulders.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern. "You seem upset. This place can be overwhelming, trust me, I know."

A wave of relief washes over you as you realize that Mikey empathizes with the suffocating nature of Taiju's world. It's a relief to have someone who understands, someone who allows you to drop the facade and breathe freely.

You find yourself nodding, words escaping your lips without hesitation. "It's too much," you tell him. "The fake smiles, the lies... I just wish he'd show them his true self."

Mikey's eyes soften, and he steps closer to you, his presence calming and comforting. The air crackles with unspoken connection, and you feel a surge of longing, a desire for a moment of vulnerability.

With a gentle voice, he breaks the silence. "May I kiss you?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper. "To share a moment of truth, away from the pretense of this world."

Caught in the intensity of the moment, your heart races, torn between the desire to succumb to the connection you feel with Mikey and the awareness of the potential consequences. It's a choice that could change everything, a step into uncharted territory.

As you contemplate the idea, your thoughts drift to the facade you're forced to maintain. But in Mikey's presence, there's a glimmer of authenticity, a chance to breathe freely and be seen for who you truly are.

With a mix of nervousness and determination, you give a subtle nod, silently granting him permission. The world around you then begins to fade away as Mikey closes the distance between you. But before your lips can meet, the moment is abruptly shattered. Taiju, your own brother, barges into the scene with an air of superiority and disdain. His words cut through the fragile atmosphere, a verbal assault in front of Mikey.

"What are you doing?" Taiju sneers, his voice dripping with venom. "Always seeking attention, always longing for something better. Can't you see that you're nothing more than a disappointment?"

The harshness of Taiju's words stings, piercing through your vulnerable state and leaving a trail of wounded emotions. Shame and humiliation wash over you, and you take a step back, a sudden wave of self-doubt crashing over your previous moment of connection with Mikey.

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes after hearing his words. The weight of his hatred hangs heavy on your shoulders, suffocating the hope that had briefly ignited within you. Shamefully, you turn away from Mikey and flee back into the suffocating embrace of the house.

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risebto · 2 years

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Blood is Thicker than Ooze | Chapter Eight

Word Count: 4042 Warnings: Bad Parent Draxum, Hurt Donatello, Unreliable narrator, Psychological abuse, Separated Donnie AU Description: Purple is the son of Draxum, a great warrior alchemist. With his help, Draxum will eradicate the prophesied human threat, and restore yōkai to the surface. Purple doesn’t understand why these three turtles are trying to stop them.

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Mikey was an artist. He was proud to call himself one and even prouder to share a name with the artist Michaelangelo. When he was younger, he would draw all over the walls in the sewer with washable chalk before Splinter decided that he should get him a sketchbook and materials to draw with.

Stacks of sketchbooks from years ago stood in the storage room, dusty from negligence. He knew how expensive the books were, so he tried to save every page. But with all the time they had alone in the lair, Mikey drew constantly. For his twelfth birthday, Splinter had surprised him with an iPad so he could draw as much as he wanted to without worrying about materials.

It did, however, mean he had to wait for April to use the printer at school to print his artwork so he could hang his favorite ones around the lair. They were only up for as long as he could stand them to be up there, which was often a short period. He was his biggest critic- always finding new things he didn’t like in his art.

His family was his biggest support. Leo and Raph especially, as they often watched him draw or asked what he wanted. Raph had even taken money out of his allowance to pay for Procreate and some brushes Mikey had asked for. They didn’t share his passion for the art form, but they sure loved him and always made that known.

His latest drawing, which April had been reluctant to print out but did so anyways, was of the purple mutant they’d seen in Draxum’s lab. He was going off memory alone, which wasn’t entirely reliable. Mikey didn’t have the best memory, so he was sure there were a few things off. But he was still proud of it.

As he sat down on his bed, legs crossed in his lap and iPad pencil twiddling between his fingers, he thought back to the events of the night before, when they’d gone after a group of teens from April’s school. They called themselves the Purple Dragons and were tech whizzes. But they were criminals, and so they had to be stopped. April had told them that she was sure they were planning something, and so they’d been on the lookout for them. When they saw a part of the Nakamura office building was broken into, they realized what they were after.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the face of the kid who’d destroyed the hard drive. He’d looked so scared. Mikey knew it was most likely because of the whole situation of being a mutant, but he wondered if maybe he was scared for another reason. After he saw that he’d gone against his friends and broken the hard drive with the engraved Purple Dragons logo, Mikey knew something was different about him. So he turned a blind eye. But one question still lingered. Why did he destroy the hard drive?

There were a million reasons Mikey could think of. A million different backstories for what led that teen to be part of the Purple Dragons.

Empathy was his biggest downfall, as his brothers would often say. While he could steel his emotions and harden his resolve, he often found it hard to do towards the sympathetic.

Maybe that's why he let that Purple Dragons member go, while Raph or Leo would’ve taken him to the police. And that’s why he held out hope that the purple not-turtle they’d met would someday be their friend.

He turned off his iPad and set his pencil down, sighing. Sometimes he wished he was a realist rather than a dreamer. He wished his heart didn’t hurt for the Purple Dragon teen or the mutant in the lab. And yet, at the same time, he didn’t. His heart ached for others because he cared and wouldn’t trade that for anything.

He wondered if April could talk to the strange (ex) Purple Dragon member. After all, the members of the group did go to her school.

He turned on his iPad again, swiping through the various art files. He needed to reorganize the folders, but that could wait for another day. He paused, looking at the drawing of the purple turtle he’d drawn the other day. He had only seen him for a brief moment, not entirely memorizing his features. But he knew he had patches of discolored skin that were interesting and unique.

Just like… He froze and forced himself to recall the events with the Purple Dragons. The member he’d let go… He’d had the same discolored skin as him, didn’t he? But instead of natural markings as he’d previously thought, he realized the horrific truth: they were scars.

Purple found the most extraordinary thing on Earth. A salvage yard. It was far enough from the big city that the roads were fairly empty, and no human could be seen. The real gold was within the fenced area, where heaps of discarded and forgotten stuff had been allowed to pile up. Cars, televisions, and other machinery filled the spot of land. Purple had thought he’d found heaven when he first laid eyes upon it. But no, he was still alive.

He pulled up the front hatch of a disposed car in the yard, digging through the rundown and discarded materials. Some parts had already been scavenged, but that didn’t deter him from looking.

“Is this a good idea?” Shelldon asked, clearly dubious of the yard of abandoned materials. “You’re not disguised. If a human sees you-”

“I’ll be fine,” Purple waved a hand in dismissal, not tearing his eyes away from the car's engine. “Who’s gonna believe some old hag who works in a salvage lot?”

“I dunno,” a deep voice came from before him. “Will they believe some turtle teen stealin’ from a respectable business runner?”

Purple slammed the roof of the hatch down and looked up to where the voice had come from. A large mantis yōkai stood in front of him. His eyes narrowed, and his arms were crossed across his chest, clearly showing displeasure.

“You’re screwed,” Shelldon said, his voice loud enough for the mantis man to hear. Purple shot him a look.

“Greetings, fellow yōkai!” Purple said, clearing his throat nervously. “How may I help you?”

“‘Yōkai’?” The mantis sniffed at the word, pronouncing it oddly. “Never heard that term before. Yous come up with it?”

Purple blinked up at him. Never heard of it? “What do you call this… whole situation then?” He asked as he waved a hand over his face, confused as to how someone like him had never heard the term of their collective species.

“‘Mutant,’” The mantis said sternly, stiffening his stance. “What are you doing snooping around here?”

“So… you were human before?” He asked, ignoring his latter question due to being a little giddy.

“Yeah. Until somethin’ bit me, and now I’m a mantis. It also got my cat,” He nodded toward a large mound of garbage blocked by a school bus. “Can’t even go near her, or she’ll try to bite my head off.”

“Ah,” Purple nodded in understanding but was more interested in the fact that he’d confirmed that the turtle’s mosquitech had worked. Father will be so happy!

“Praying mantis are known to eat other praying mantises… praying manti?” Shelldon said.

“No shit,” The mantis grumbled. “She won’t let me pet her or anythin’! It’s a hassle to feed her,” more sadly, he added, “I miss her.”

Purple felt that he should care, but he… didn’t. He didn’t like others being sad, but he didn’t feel anything in response to the other’s emotions. Oh well. I’ll dwell on that another day.

“So, you weren’t a human before this whole situation,” The mantis asked, looking at him suspiciously. “How come you ain’t like Mrs. Nubbins?”

Purple shrugged, unsure how they were different. “Dunno. Does she not have sentience?” What was different about me? Maybe it’s because I was directly infused with human DNA? What about Shelldon?

“Yeah, no, she’s still as dumb as she was when she was just a regular kitty,” He said, looking towards the mound with a look Purple hadn’t ever seen before. It was… sadness, yes, but it held a gentle care he wasn’t sure he’d seen before. Longing.

“So, what can I get for ‘ya? I run a business, you know. Can’t just have people take stuff,” the mantis said and eyed Shelldon curiously. “I could take that ‘Lil robot off your hands for ‘ya.”

“I am not for sale!” Shelldon protested loudly.

“Shelldon is not for sale,” Purple echoed defensively, pulling Shelldon into his arms to press him securely against his plastron. He glared at the mantis as menacingly as possible and hoped it came across as such.

“He’s not gettin’ rid of me, bucko,” Shelldon narrowed his eyes too.

“Alright, I’ll cut you a deal,” the mantis said, leaning against the car as he smiled. He had teeth. It shouldn’t be as unnerving as it is, considering regular turtles didn’t have teeth, either. “You ever done Repo work?”

“Yes,” Purple said immediately, but the mantis looked dubious. He shrunk down, his head slightly going into his shell. “No,” he admitted.

“Well, I lend some of my stuff to people for a fee,” he explained. “But sometimes, those deadbeats don’t pay me back. So I need someone tough to go around and collect my shit. You in?”

Purple hesitated, wanting to weigh the possibilities first. It would give me a chance to go around the city and nearby areas, he reasoned silently, looking down at Shelldon for any helpful input. The robot stayed silent. He sighed and nodded, letting one hand go so he could shake the mantis’ hand. “You got yourself a deal,” he said, ignoring Shelldon’s sounds of protest.

“Great,” Mantis took his hand and shook it before retracting it. “Your first repo job is for an RV. It’s with this real shady asshole of a mutant named Todd.”

Purple did his research before he got to this guy’s location. Todd Capybara was a lawless loner with a history of not paying bills. He’d moved out to the forest just a few years ago and had barely any digital footprint. He was elusive for sure and definitely had some illegal means of hiding his tracks.

He hid within the bushes as he scouted the area, watching for any movement. He had to be careful. This man was a 98% match for the “Spine Breaking Bandit,” who snuck up on his victims before brutally murdering them. He kept his breathing minimal and low, concentrating on his discreteness. He couldn’t be found. He needed to get the RV and get out without anyone noticing.

“Hey there! Watcha doin’ hiding in the bushes?”

The voice caused sudden alarm for Purple, making him trip forward and into a thorn patch. He hissed from the pain but forced himself to get up and move away. It was only a few scratches. He’d be fine.

Shelldon had cried out profanities in English, binary, and morse code. It was a little impressive and embarrassing.

His assailant was a short, round capybara mutant who held a flashlight and puppy in his hands. He had a wide smile on his face, but Purple was no fool.

“My name is Purple,” he introduced himself, bowing slightly. Idiot.

“Purple? What a name!” The capybara laughed boisterously. “And who’s this fella?”

“Shelldon,” his companion said, his tone full of boredom. “When can we go home?”

“I’m Todd. Welcome to Cuddle Cakes Puppy Rescue: The Puppiest Place on Earth!” Todd announced, ignoring Shelldon’s rude comment.

“Right,” Purple said, unimpressed by his rouse. “Well, I am not interested in watching you feat upon one of these creatures for dinner, so I should make this quick and short. I’m-”

“Oh, right! Dinner!” Todd chuckled to himself, shaking his head. He turned around and pulled a rope, which triggered a cascade of dog food to fall into a trough. “It’s food time!”

Purple cleared his throat to grab the other mutant’s attention. “Ahem. Mr. Capybara, I am here on behalf of Repo Mantis about your RV.”

“Oh, yeah! Sure thing. Hold on, take a seat,” Todd ushered him towards a small handmade picnic bench. “Do you want any lemonade? It’s my specialty.”

“No,” Purple said but sat and folded his arms on the table. “Todd, look. We need to talk about the RV,” he gestured towards the vehicle of discussion.

“Sure thing! But, uh, could you just hold Klondike for me?” Todd asked, and before Purple could respond, he slid a small puppy towards Purple. The puppy looked as if it may be some sort of samoyed mix, but Purple wasn’t sure. Either way, he took the puppy in his lap and began to pet him.

Shelldon was distracted and was playing with a puppy, using a mechanical arm to toss the ball. Maybe I should get him a pet? He thought but dismissed it as quickly as it came. Maybe he’d revisit that, but right now, he had a job to do.

“You haven’t made a payment in two years,” Purple continued, not swayed by the niceness or puppies. “And that means-”

“Yeah…” Todd sighed, a hint of a sad understanding in his eyes. “Turns out all you get for rescuing puppies are million-dollar smiles.”

“You started this business over two years ago,” Purple pointed out through clenched teeth. “Are these puppies even vaccinated or fixed? You’re running a puppy mill here. And if you actually had a good business model, you wouldn’t be in the middle of the fuckin’ woods; you’d be in an urban place where people would actually go to adopt puppies.”

“Yeah… it’s just hard with this situation,” Todd said with a sad sigh.

“TWO YEARS,” Purple reiterated. “You couldn’t have possibly been a mutant for two years. And how are all of these dogs puppies? Are they eternally young?!”

“Well…” Todd trailed off, seemingly searching for an excuse. But Purple wasn’t having it.

“Give me your keys,” Purple demanded, outstretching his palm. Todd looked scared and hesitant, but that only made Purple angrier for whatever reason. “Give me the fucking keys.”

Todd hesitated but sighed and handed it to him. “I guess the pups and I will just sleep under the stars tonight….”

“I don’t care!” Purple shouted, clenching his fists around the keys. “I am repoing that RV. I don’t care what bullshit you come up with. You’ve had two years to pay for this. You’ve had two years to move. Yet you did nothing.”

“Okay,” Todd nodded, stepping away from the vehicle to allow Purple passage.

Purple entered the RV, which reeked of dog shit and piss. He was so glad he wore a mask since it muted the stench and allowed him to enter without throwing up. You’ll get used to it after a while. It’s just like the fumes in the lab.

“What about my puppies?” Todd asked, holding one puppy in his arms as he watched Purple take his seat. Shelldon flew in after the purple-masked turtle after throwing the ball one last time.

“I’m taking the ones in here and dropping them off at an animal shelter,” he said harshly. “Animal Control will be here soon. Fuck you,” Purple gave him the middle finger as he closed the RV door and turned on the engine, carefully navigating out of the woods. He made good on his promise and was able to drop them off at an animal rescue in his human disguise. Hopefully, they would get a good home.

“Nice! Finally, someone with some fuckin’ guts. Everyone else just turned away ‘cause they were too scared to deal with the guy,” Repo said, looking over the RV with a wide grin. “I can stand the smell until I can get it cleaned out. Thanks, kid.”

“No problem,” Purple nodded, crossing his arms over his plastron. “It was incredibly difficult, I assure you.”

“Nice, nice,” Mantis nodded before motioning to the rest of the salvage lot. “Take your pick, kid. I’ll get you another job soon. Just don’t touch anythin’ with a paper stuck to it, got me?”

“Got it,” Purple gave him a small thumbs up before running giddily into the mass of forgotten cars and used electronics.

“And don’t cut yourself on anythin’!” Mantis shouted to him. “Don’t want your parent givin’ me flack if you get tetanus.”

“Don’t worry!” Purple called back to him. “He won’t care!”

“...What?”

Purple ignored the concerned shout from Repo and continued through the salvage yard. It was a joke, anyway. Father would care- he just had a weird way of showing it sometimes.

Repo didn’t seem too bothered by the offhand comment because he’d left Purple alone to scavenge around the salvage yard.

“Need me to scan for anything?” Shelldon asked as he flew by Purple’s side.

“No,” Purple said, looking around for anything exciting. Which was hard to pinpoint since everything here was interesting to him. “I’m not looking for anything specific.”

“So you voluntarily came here to hang out in junk?” Shelldon asked. “Yuck. You need better hobbies.”

“...You have life because of my hobby,” Purple said slowly. “I mean, not entirely a hobby. But you were a side project.”

“Wow,” Shelldon said sarcastically. “I can’t believe I’m just a ‘side project’ to you. I’m hurt. Truly.”

Purple rolled his eyes, knowing Shelldon didn’t take his comment personally. He loved Shelldon as much as someone could love their creation.

His eye caught an odd buggy that looked like something from a sci-fi show. It was a muted teal color and had a small satellite on the left side of the car. An orange transparent dome appeared to be the entrance of the vehicle. It was incredible, and Purple wanted it. Badly.

“It’s got a paper on this side,” Shelldon reported, seemingly knowing Purple’s desire for it.

Purple grumbled and pouted but moved along. If he was honest, he didn’t even really want to tear it apart for scraps. He just wanted it because it looked cool. And it wasn’t as if he could even get it into his room in the lab. So he ignored the sci-fi buggy and kept searching.

He stumbled across a deposited server rack with a few servers still remaining inside. He sat down and began to scavenge the salvageable parts. One of the servers was fully intact and operational, which made him question why it was dumped in the first place.

Either way, he thought, dismissing his curiosity. More stuff for me!

“With all this stuff, I could upgrade the range and power of my tech-bo!” He said with giddy joy. He looked up at Shelldon, who was watching him expect the parts.

“What if you’re on the surface and need to call upon some tech?” Shelldon asked. Purple couldn’t tell if it was a teasing question or one out of genuine concern.

“Well, Father has the ability to create portals,” Purple explained. “I’m going to ask him if I can do some research into how he does it and see if I can replicate the same energy levels and force with my tech. That way, my tech will be able to teleport to me without issue.”

“Can science even replicate mystic abilities?” The robot asked, clearly dubious of Purple’s train of thought.

“Science can do anything,” Purple insisted with a huff. “With enough research and materials, I could replicate any mystic ability.”

“But have you done it before?” Shelldon posited. “I’m searching the Yōkai archives right now, and there’s no record of any scientist being able to emulate mystic energies through pure science. The closest is alchemy, and even that combines science and magic.”

Purple fell silent for a moment, his creation's doubt infecting his mind. But he shook it away, trying to stay determined. “Then I’ll be the first. Help me carry these,” he said, holding up the forgotten servers he’d taken from the server rack. He used his own mechanical arm shell to hold up the singular preserved server. “Let’s go home, yeah?”

Shelldon sighed and used a mechanical arm to carry some of the scraps. With a freed-up arm, Purple used the Portal Carver to draw the portal back to the dock just outside Father’s house. The portal glowed a beautiful blue, and Purple stepped in it with Shelldon close behind him.

Purple had finished organizing the new scrapped components he now had and placed the surviving server next to Shelldon’s charging port. He turned around to flop down on his bed and saw the Purple Dragon jacket folded neatly next to his book. He picked up the jacket, turning it over so he could look at the beautiful dragon artwork on the back of it.

“I told you they were bad news,” Shelldon said from across the room, getting ready to turn in for the night.

“Yeah,” Purple admitted, sitting down on his bed. “You were right.”

“If it matters, I’m sorry about what happened,” the robot said. “They were jerks.”

“I knew that,” Purple murmured, his chest both empty and full of pained embarrassment and regret. “And I still joined them.”

“You’re not a jerk,” Shelldon insisted. “You would’ve let them get away with their plan if you were.”

“But I am,” Purple sighed. “I am a jerk. I don’t… think about others. I’m incredibly selfish. I once messed up an operating system Father had made because I was trying to upload my own algorithm to the same database. I didn’t think about if anyone else was using it- I was just concerned with my own enterprise.”

As he recalled the event, he realized he couldn’t actually remember much of it. He could remember that Father yelled, but only as a fact and not something that he remembered in the moment. He could remember shaking and wanting to cry, but it almost felt like that wasn’t actually him feeling those things. Every emotion in that distant memory was a fact rather than a memorable experience.

“Did you know about Draxum’s system?” Shelldon asked.

“I wasn’t thinking about it,” Purple murmured.

“Did you know that there was an operating system on that database?” Shelldon asked again, this time his tone more confident.

“No,” Purple admitted. “But I should’ve. I mean, it was stupid of me not to check. I should’ve asked or known or something. But I didn’t, and it caused the system to crash.”

“But you didn’t do it on purpose?” Shelldon shifted closer to him. Purple looked up and could see the eyelids he’d implemented for the robot turned upwards in concern.

Purple shook his head in response. His throat felt constricted and dry while his eyes stung and watered. Why am I going to cry? This is so stupid.

“You made a mistake,” Shelldon said softly. “That’s not selfish. You’re fourteen.”

“I was twelve,” Purple muttered before catching himself. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to… to talk back.”

Shelldon ignored his apology and sat down in Purple’s lap. “Dude, you were twelve. You were and still are a kid. Kids make mistakes.”

“But I shouldn’t have,” Purple insisted, confused as to why Shelldon was trying to comfort him. “I was in the wrong.”

“Did you get me right on the first try?” He asked, but it was clearly rhetorical. “As far as I’m aware, I was perfected at your fourteenth attempt.”

Purple fell silent. He didn’t quite understand why he was trying to deny Shelldon’s help or why he clung to the idea that he was in the wrong. It was like a safety net, and he couldn’t understand what he was saving himself from.

He brushed his fingers against the purple satin jacket once more, feeling angry and unsettled by its presence. “Could you dispose of this?” Purple asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Shelldon answered and grabbed the jacket before flying out of the room.

Purple was finally left alone, and he slid against the wall, pushing his knees against his plastron. The spikes on his leggings pressed against his body awkwardly, but he ignored it. He was more uncomfortable with the hot tears running down his cheeks.

#rottmnt au #rise draxum #rise donatello #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise bto #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rottmnt angst #rottmnt separated au #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt seperated au #seperated au

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endermen-impasta · 10 months

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Hello, fellow cinnamon rolls and others. I have a new OC that is popping up for you and anyone who thinks this is interesting.

-TW: Bright Colors, Blood, and Sensitive Topics!-

First of all here's the ref sheet

Their name is Constellations (Hamato) but their nickname is Dipper due to their name being hard to say. When they were just mutated they were picked up, but later dropped on the way to a safe place. Luckily, this guys found him

Yes, Repo himself. Though he wasn't mutated yet, he took them under his guidance. While raising the turtle he would let Dipper play with the kids that would come with their parents to the junk yard he ran. Though all of the kids would bully Dipper nonstop. Until one day it went too far.

One of the boys that came there on a regular basis was "playing" with Dipper, cut off his arm as a joke. Though when Dipper started crying they ran to each of their parents there. The other parents left without saying a word, not wanting to face legal issues. One of the kids parents stayed back and offered to pay for any medical care they needed until Dipper recovered. Though when Dipper was recovering in the hands of a personal doctor, the parent hired for their special case, the kids wouldn't stop picking on them. Until Repo caught them and banned the parents from coming to the junk yard with their kids.

(Early Concepts)

Dipper didn't talk for years after that, sometimes keeping themselves locked inside a room for several days and not eating anything that they were given. When they turned fifteen a few weeks after Repo got mutated into the mutant we know from the show. Repo found the Mystic City and let Dipper travel with him on some errands he did. Soon Dipper got used to the Mystic City grounds made close connections with multiple yokai (Which Includes: Big Mama, Senior Hueso, Usagi, etc.) And one time meeting Draxum, who thought they were dead because they were never seen with the turtles. When Dipper turned sixteen they moved in with Draxum, finding that they had a close bond with Draxum and wanted to help him in a new life (which he told Dipper about after Mikey wanted to redeem him)

-Early Concept Once Again-

Throughout his entire life time, Draxum had told Dipper about the other turtles, but never Dipper has never seen them, nor the other way around. After the Kraang fight he became interested in them and had interest in seeing them, but had kept procrastinating on it when Draxum would ask him to come see them with him.

-Extra Info-

Through our Dipper's life from ten years old to sixteen and ahead, Dipper trained himself and built various machines that he wanted to make. Dipper had begun working on his mystic ninpo when he moved in with Draxum (after he explained it to him) and is still working on making it the best he can do.

His mystic ninpo is more based on mental categories.

List of power branches;

((Memory Based: Memory Absorption, Memory Manipulation, Pushing, Psychometry, Precognition

((Brain waves?: Dream Manipulation, Illusion Manipulation

((Emotion/Pain based: Emotion Manipulation, Empathy, Mental Disorder Manipulation, Mental Manipulation, Pain Inducement, Unconsciousness Inducement

((Thinking one; Illusion Manipulation, Mind Control, Cosmic Awareness, Psychic Navigation, Telekinesis, Telepathy

((Making/transportation; Psychic Shield, Psychic Constructs, Psychic Shadow

That's basically it for now. Bye bye

#rottmnt #rottmntoc #refrence #information #art #so much words #reading #rottmntau #future story?

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deargodsno · 6 months

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A throwaway comment in the heat of the moment beat out such classics as “up the Wahs” in the competition for the cleverest quip of 2023. Hawkes Bay’s Mikey Kihi, Rikki Kihi, and Morehu Maxwell had launched an inflatable boat amid the February’s flooding of Esk Valley. The trio were doing their best to rescue people stranded on the tops of houses, vehicles and trees. One of the stranded residents was Chris Barber. He and his family were trapped in the roof cavity of their home as water surged underneath it. When the young men arrived wearing wetsuits, Barber called out, “Are you guys from the navy?” “Nah, we’re just three Māori boys,” was the response. Massey writing specialist Dr Heather Kavan says she believes the quote won because of its emotional power and typical Kiwi humility. “The young men’s words are raw and unscripted. They were shouted over the boat engine and raging waters as people clung to trees and rooftops and swam for their lives.” Mikey Kihi, Rikki Kihi, and Morehu Maxwell work in the forestry industry in Hawkes Bay. Their bravery, along with the bravery of other rescuers, was celebrated at the Cyclone Gabrielle Recognition Awards, hosted by Napier City Council. At the award ceremony, the Council described how the three navigated through dangerous conditions and rescued more than 50 people, as well as several dogs. “There are many similar stories of heroism in Esk Valley, and the same humility runs through them,” Kavan said. The boys weren’t the only ones whose comments during Cyclone Gabrielle featured in the Quote of the Year competition. Auckland Mayor Wayne Brown took sixth place for this erudite observation: “The issue is rain. We really need that to stop.”

#new zealand #cyclone gabrielle

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kazuwhora · 3 years

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RELATIONSHIPS — TOKYOREV

ft. mikey, draken, kazutora, ran, rindou, & sanzu

cw: fluff, mention of kinks and desires, mental illness, alcohol and drug use. minors/ageless blogs DNI

an. soft! headcanons abt some of my fave tr boys :) these are kinda long, but why not provide some hearty content for my first post on this blog!

MIKEY

- mikey isn't the best at expressing how much he cares for you w/ words. his love language is 100% quality time and physical touch. he will show up at your house at midnight without notice bc he "was bored" and will overextend his stay "just cause" (but rly its because he loves you and cant get enough of you)

- when he's around his work environment or anything gang related he'll get a little uncomfortable with physical touch because he's afraid of letting people see his vulnerability. he'll keep you close and safe, but place the responsibility of your safety with someone he trusts like mitsuya, or chifuyu (sanzu in the bonten timeline but he can get a little unsure with sanzu's unpredictable and possessive nature).

- mikey is hard to read and has a hard time reading you. like, this man does not understand why you get frustrated with him so often and he seems so so so cold. it takes you tearing up out of frustration for him to get it. then he'll feel rly rly bad and will shower you with offers and attention to try and win you over.

- major mommy issues. a big part of him seeks parental affection and care from you that he never truly got as a child. sub behaviour with a mommy kink. he wants to be praised, taken care of, coddled, and doted on in private. he's basically playing a long ass game of catch-up on emotions and needs that he never experienced as a child and teenager.

- wont show it right off the bat but mikey is extremely possessive of you with his subordinates but tries really really hard not to show that weakness by being almost too friendly and laid back to those that he trusts to be around you.

- if y'all are out and about he will pat you on the head or the lower back when he has to go but in private he's the one that demands all the pats.

- when he's not in a work environment, he's the biggest baby (and a little immature). he wants you to baby him, demands attention, whines and pouts when you aren't paying attention to him, and always needs to be touching you.

DRAKEN

- draken is THE KING of making you feel important and loved without smothering you

- he's a perfect example of a calm and collected introvert who knows what he wants and how to express those wants

- he's gonna be completely straightforward with his expectations and wont skirt around his feelings

- but because of this he's also super blunt and will miss hints and clues you might throw his way. you gotta be completely straightforward with him or he's not gonna understand (unless its sexual then he's all about the teasing and hinting)

- he gets REALLY frustrated whenever you're frustrated and has a hard time navigating through those situations because he just doesn't get why you can't say what you mean???? he can get kinda mean here but he doesn't mean it he just wants to help you and can't figure out how

- once you work things out he's an absolute sweetheart and wants to make sure you know he was never mad at you- he was just frustrated he couldn't figure out how to help. don't expect an apology in words though- but do expect an uptick in acts of service

- he LOVES to spoil you. whatever you want, you've got it. he treats you like an absolute princess and has you sitting on a massive throne in his mind.

- did you say you liked fluffy blankets because they help you fall asleep faster? expect him to show up at your place the next day with 3 different blankets because he "didn't know which one you'd like the best" so he just got them all

- his love language is a pretty even split between them all.

- he isn't really all that possessive of you- he's got a good handle on jealousy and trusts you completely. that being said, don't expect him to ever let you get close to any gang activity he may be involved in. he wants you to stay as far away from that environment as possible no matter how much he trusts you or how capable you are of keeping yourself safe.

- Dom dom dom dom. SERVICE DOM. Wants to shower you with special treatment and likes the excitement of a brat- but if you push him too far all the service leaves and you're left with a v mean dom >:)

KAZUTORA

- kaz is so so so sweet to you. like, UNBELIEVABLY sweet. he wants nothing more than to please you, besides his desire for you to love him unconditionally.

- he has a lot of trauma which he hasn't fully healed from yet. while he's straightened himself out quite a bit from when he was a teenager, he's still got some deep emotional issues that can emerge in your relationship from time to time.

- good thing is, since being showed forgiveness and care from his friends, he is able to recognize that above all, he just wants you to love him and will do whatever it takes to make things right so you can love him with no hesitations.

- like mikey, he's clingy. he needs physical touch to know your emotions. he has a really hard time with texting or long periods of not getting to see each other because he finds his emotions get the best of him when he's not able to be directly in your presence to decipher your tone and emotions.

- basically, expect him to be attached at your hip all the time. he isn't as annoyingly clingy as mikey is, however, partly because he's more comfortable being in public with you so the overall time that he has to be clingy is much more than mikey has. in public, he will always want to hold your hand or link arms, and likes to rest his head on your shoulder when you sit side by side on the train.

- fights are heated tho. if you can't handle emotionally charged arguments you wont do well here. he is intense. he will yell, lose control, find whatever words he can to hurt you. he would never physically harm you of course, but since most of your fights will be driven by his jealousy and insecurity, his aim is to find whatever he can to shoot at you to illicit some kind of reaction. ignoring him is best, leaving him completely alone and separated from your emotional responses that he's so good at sensing.

- eventually he'll be able to calm down, but instead of jealousy he'll be filled with extreme remorse followed by denial. he will definitely gaslight you, so you have to be smart enough to work around it. it's something that he's working on, and he knows he's not perfect but he wants to try for you.

- sub this man is a sub. like mikey, he wants you to take care of him. he definitely likes to be tied up, blindfolded, he likes wax play, but pls don't hurt him :( he's v sensitive and doesn't like any type of severe pain. just make him feel good and give him lots of praises <3

RAN

- oh boy. he's hard for you to decipher. part of you feels like the ran you know is a complete persona, because he's just. so. perfect???

- he hides most of his life from you, not out of a sense of protection, but because he probably feels like you aren't much use to him in his work life, so why involve you in the first place?

- you're aware of his lifestyle, but recognizing his desire to keep it away from you, you're happy to pretend it doesn't exist. this creates a weird sort of aura when he comes home with blood and dirt on his clothes, or can't go to a certain part of town where there is an unusual amount of police presence, but he'll just give you a dopey smile that melts your heart and makes you forget all about the awkward aura.

- he knows you know what he is, but he just wants to play life with you. he wants to treat you to expensive and fancy experiences, material items, luxury accessories, clothes and cars, he wants you to live as if you were his sugar baby. his little prized possession. because of this desire, he is a massive hopeless romantic.

- definitely one to leave rose petals on your bed, a hot bath, candles all around the house, he'll massage your back with no expectations of you whatsoever. you'll probably start to feel bad about being pampered so much without returning any favours to him- but when you try to give him something, anything to make him feel good, he'll push you away and tell you to "just enjoy this".

- showers you with "i love you" all day. he wants you to know that you fill his heart and mind because he knows that you've caught on to the double life he likes to live when he's away from you.

- as much as he loves you he knows he's one to let other girls faun over him. at bonten meetings or outings, he'll have girls that mean nothing to him hooked on his arms to fill the space that is where he wants you to be. they'll kiss his neck, and he'll indulge himself in it imagining it was you he was showing off around his friends and other members. these are the times when a sharp gaze from rindou (who definitely knows about you two since he's the only person ran trusts with the knowledge of your existence) will snap him out of his daydreams. he'll never be rude, but he'll shrug the girls off, attempting to hook them onto the arms of sanzu or kokonoi who will gladly take them.

- ran will come back home smelling strongly of whiskey and rum. he'll slip into the bed with you, braiding your hair in his fingers holding the strands to his nose. the smell of your hair reminds him of what he wants, and who he is because frankly, he has a hard time figuring out what his real personality is.

- he's a switch. he really just wants to make you happy. if you prefer someone dominant, he'll be that person for you. if you prefer someone submissive, he'll be that. he's pretty open to kinks, and nothing is really off limits for him. again, he gets his pleasure out of knowing that he provides something for you.

RINDOU

- unlike his brother, rindou is very open in his life about your relationship. he likes to bring you everywhere, showing you off and doting on you. he wants everyone to know you belong to him, and even more he wants everyone to know how well you treat him.

- he's pretty cocky when it comes to showing you off. there isn't a time when he wont somehow rope your name into conversation. ppl get a little annoyed with it but he doesn't care. he's so proud of you he just likes to boast abt it

- he wants to bring you to all the fancy parties and outings, even if he knows it could be dangerous. he trusts his ability to protect both you and himself, and he also trusts your ability to handle yourself.

- you will definitely be the couple at the party that had a few too many tequila shots. you're sitting on a table, holding onto the post of the booth to keep yourself upright, and rindou will be hunched over the table, hands on your thighs gazing at you with lust.

- ran will have to intervene, giving his brother a kick to his feet reminding him that he is indeed, in public, and that he is indeed, creating a little bit of a scene. rindou will clear his throat, sit down on the bench, and pull you into his lap yelling something in your ear about getting more drinks for everyone.

- dating rindou is coming back home at 5am, drunk off your asses, and falling asleep together on the couch with his fingers entangled in your hair and the other hand finding comfort on your thigh.

- rindou is a soft dom and a brat tamer. he likes rope play, and loves seeing you tied up and begging for him. if you like degradation, he'll give it. his favourite is dumbification. he loves seeing how useless he can make you, and loves to tease you about it while you beg for more.

- aftercare king. thats all.

SANZU

- YIKES. listen. we love sanzu, but we also can't deny this man is TOXIC. he wants you to get high with him, then gets mad that you're taking drugs. like ?? sir ?? you asked for this ??

- super possessive. he will absolutely not let you out of his sight. his possessiveness can be a problem, as a slight misstep can result in pretty intense consequences. think week long fights, threats that he may or may not go through with, and spiteful words and actions. sanzu will absolutely accuse you of cheating on him, then turn around and find one of bonten's girls to kiss right in front of you- eyes open and trained on your response the whole time.

- is he toxic? yeah. is he hot as fuck? also yeah. sometimes the hell that he puts you through pays off when he goes through a phase of calmness. you often wonder if he has a personality or mood disorder, because when he's calm like this it's like he doesn't even remember how he treated you before.

- suddenly he's all over you. you're the best thing that could happen to him. he's texting and calling you at all hours of the day, he's showing up at your house with your favourite food, showering you with compliments, and begging to bring you out and show you off

- he doesn't particularly take well to criticism from you because to sanzu, it feels like an attack. he knows he has problems, and he knows that he wants to be better for you, but he finds it so so hard to maintain some sense of morality when he gets out of control. he wont give up any drugs for you, he wont change his lifestyle, but he will try his absolute best to get better at controlling his impulsive reactions between you.

- you'll notice him pause when he starts to get heated, and instead of letting loose completely, he'll turn around and take a few deep breaths.

- sanzu will definitely try to hide those breaths from you though because as much as he wants to control himself in the argument, he also doesn't want you to feel like you've won because he's calmed down.

- eventually he'll get there though. he'll remind himself that all he will accomplish is pushing you away, and losing you is the last thing he would ever want.

- ngl a big part of why you stay with sanzu is not his will to improve for you, but moreso how he treats you in bed.

- this man is a monster. he's wild. massive masochist, and will absolutely be delighted to let you take your frustrations with his behaviour out on his body. just don't expect it to be one sided, because as much as he loves to experience the pain, he'll also want to inflict that same level of torture on you.

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athyathye · 3 years

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Nanami! reader

But as a parental figure! Based from this request ♡

Notes 📝: This is mostly a scenario imagine♡ almost 3k words cuz i just love nanami! as for warnings, an anime spoiler ig, some curse words mentions of knifes, wounds, blood and more!

❥ Oh boy oh boy, having someone like nanami! Reader who could slap these boys back to their senses would be undoubtedly great.

❥ See, one of the many things they lack is adult supervision, an adult’s perspective as well as an adult’s experience. Don’t get me wrong, they’re not dumb, they’re just troubled youths who look forward to living life in a way that they could be proud of.

❥ They’re not severely misguided per se, but they lack the rationality one has in order to navigate through life. Normal for someone their age.

❥ But they also are unfortunate enough, not having someone to guide them through their problems, not having someone they could look up to for advice or whatnot. Not having somebody to talk them out of their bad behavior.

❥ This is where Nanami! Reader comes in. Business suit and all that jazz, witnessing a gang fight between teenagers. He sighed through his nose, turning around and pretending to not see anything.

❥ He was willing to keep a blind eye, that was until he heard the pained voice of one of the rowdy boy from the winning side. The morally right side of him could never just ignore the calling of help.

❥ “Ah...My leg hurts. I think I broke it, help me get up” “F*ck I can’t, I think I broke my right arm too” “Come on, Mikey’s home isn’t that far away, just endure it for a bit.”

❥ Nanami sighed once again. Turning around before walking to the area where the boys have huddled closer together. “What do you want, old fart? Here to report us or something?” The nearest person spoke with such malice. But that kind of malice was something you were used to.

❥ “Such injuries won’t heal without real medical assistance.” You said monotonously. Ignoring the amount of eyes on you as one of them scoffed. “And? So what? It’s nothing we can’t handle.”

❥ “Sigh...what a pain.” “What did you say?” The tallest of the boys spoke, the end of his braid drenched in blood as he clutched his broken arm. “Don’t misunderstand. I’m merely trying to help because my consciousness wouldn’t allow me to sleep if I just left you all here.”

❥ “Well ain’t you a saint” A boy who had long beautiful dark hair spoke up, leaning against the wall with an unfriendly frown. You bit back a retort before looking directly at them through the lens of your glasses. “Come on. I’ll take you lot to the hospital-” “We don’t need it! Do us a favor and leave, old man!” A small but tough looking individual shouted, as if he was tired of just hearing your voice.

❥ “Ha. Why must children be so stubborn.” Your hand brushed through your hair, irritation bubbling inside you as you glanced at their faces filled with nothing but dislike and contempt towards you.

❥ “Who you callin’ a kid, *ssh*le!?” Baji yelled before kneeling down to cough up some blood. “You. Stop shouting, you’re disturbing the neighborhood” you walked closer to him, dodging the punch he tried to send you. Ultimately holding him down once he tried to land more attacks.

❥ “If a person offers you help you take it.-” “We just said-” “Do not cut me off while I’m speaking. That’s basic manners.” You glared at the blue-haired boy who just looked away once your eyes landed on him.

❥ “As I was saying. I am not helping you because of my emotions, but take advantage of other people when they try to help. The time they offer is the time you are helpless. Exploit them to the best of their abilities, you never know when someone is willing to lend a hand.”

❥ Your words were something they’ve never really heard nor expected before. They expected a good scolding, A bunch of name calling of how much they’re ruining the society. It struck a chord within them that made them lower their guard a tad bit.

❥ Fortunately, your car was just enough to fit the individuals present, a bit cramped but just enough that they were still comfortable. As you were driving, pairs of eyes never left your figure but still, you kept your eyes on the road.

❥ “What’s your deal?” Mikey spoke up, riding shotgun. His eyes were deeply scanning you by the rear-view mirror. You stayed silent, only the sound of the car’s engine was filling the silence.

❥ “...Next time, don’t go easily into someone’s car like that.” “Hah? Seriously? You’re the one who invite-” Baji’s voice grew louder after every word he spoke. “Ask for identification at the very least. Had it not occurred to you how reckless your decision was?” “Then where-”

❥ Draken, who was quiet the whole ride, began to ask, but the moment your car stopped it has already answered his question.

❥ “Doesn’t feel good to get cut off, does it?” You held back a small smile from seeing the agitated expression of the black-haired male in the middle of the backseat. You could tell he was the most violent one, he let out an aggressive “Hmph” Before opening the car door himself.

❥ Though you did help them on the way, they still couldn’t help but be wary of you. Your words contradicted the gentleness your touch provided when you helped, but the stoicness of your face made them unable to discern your actual thoughts or emotions.

❥ The sun began to set, yet the boys were still getting patched up. It might have been worse than what you expected. One of them, with the lesser injuries, sat beside you as the clock in the hallway continued to tick.

❥ You were skimming through the newspaper, but the constant small movements of the person next to you caused you to be unable to focus. You discreetly glanced at him, seeing the clear trouble in his eyes. “Why does a child like you have the eyes of someone who had gone through at least 30 years of bad luck.”

❥ Takemichi sweatdropped from your comparison, opting to just shake his head and question your way of addressing them “Why are you calling me a child? I’m a teen at most.” “A teen...For someone like me who’s lived far longer than you, you are a child. Even if you were my age, a person at least 20 years older would also regard you as a child.”

❥ “What’s your point? I can’t deal with your mind games…” Takemitchy sighed, turning his body so that he was fully facing you, his eyes cleared a small amount which you could tell, a simple distraction would do him good.

❥ “You look stressed, even more than me who’s had to work overtime.” You put down the newspaper, rolling it before laying it beside you. “The accumulation of little to big despairs in life is what makes an adult, you’re ten years too early to have such an emotion in your eyes.”

❥ “Then again, it doesn’t really matter. Whether you’re an adult or a child the pain of something being taken away from you like a toy or a person hurts just as much. You will pull through or move on eventually, don’t dwell on negative thoughts.”

❥ You leaned on the wall behind you, looking directly at the clock that continued to tick Though with the way the younger male wiped his eyes repeatedly told you, you’ve hit the mark.

❥ The rest of the boys walked through the doors, each of them having bandages covering different parts of their body, one had crutches while one had his arm wrapped. Their gazes in you were expectant. They wanted to know what you would say or do next.

❥ After all, it was the first time they let an adult boss them around as a whole. You stood up, turning around to the direction of your exit, meanwhile they looked down. Attaching a meaning to your actions, Each had their own thoughts, sadness, longingness and or anger it was all they felt.

❥ “You’re young so it is fine to act spoiled and do what you want. But please make an effort to prove you are useful.” Hah. they were used to sympathy, they were also used to people cursing at them. It was either one or the other, but your words told them you were someone they could really ask for advice. Someone...they’ve never really had before.

❥ “The sun has set, tell me your address, I’ll drive you home, it is dangerous at night. Even for gangsters like you.” All of the present boys looked down, trying to control their facial expressions. Even Mikey had a genuine smile on his face. His hand was travelling to the back of his neck before he yelped from the slight pain of his broken arm.

❥ But one of them had not a feeling of warmth.

❥ After driving everyone home, you ran yourself a bath in order to lessen the stress and fatigue that had built up. You walked out of the bathroom, hair wet with a bathrobe draped over your body, but surely what you didn’t expect was one of the familiar boys.

❥ “How did you get in?” You calmly asked, glancing to the direction of your door only to see it completely ransacked. An irk mark appeared on your forehead as the boy in front of you, who was sitting on your couch.

❥ “Tsk, breaking and entering, destruction of private property and more. Surely, this is enough to land you-” “Hey, old man you’re smart. No, Chifuyu said that word...what was it again...It starts with a W wait let me think!”

❥ You resisted the urge to facepalm. “Wise?” “yeah! That!” “So? What exactly have you come for? After nicely barging into my apartment like that.”

❥ “...You gotta promise me you won’t tell anyone.” It was exactly as you expected, the rowdiest was always the ones in need of guidance. He still had the innocence of a child, albeit buried under his behavior.

❥ “By anyone, you mean your friends right? The others you were with” “Yea- wait no- just don’t tell anyone in general!” “You do not have to worry about that, surely no companion of mine is interested in whatever a chil-”

❥ “My friend’s gonna get killed.”

❥ Those words alone caused you to lose your train of thought. It was shocking enough that the boy broke into your cozy home, but to drop a bomb like that...He must have been pretty desperate. How hard it must have been to keep it all to himself.

❥ “I’m gonna be traitor. One of the things I hate the most.” You stayed quiet, letting Baji pick his words. You rubbed your eyes and he took that as a cue to continue.

❥ They say trust is delicate and hard to obtain, and this boy was desperate enough to trust a complete stranger.

❥ “One of the genuine lessons I’ve learned in life…” you could tell this boy wasn’t someone who could understand your logic, avoiding to complicate your words you spoke “Is that it is nothing but pure sh*t.”

❥ “Pfft- you got that right.” Baji agreed, raising his once drooping head to look at you with open ears. “People are also sh*t. Both are equally sh*t so you should just stick to what you believe is the right choice. Even if it could cost you your morals in the way.”

❥ “...Yeah, I should. ‘S only a matter of time too. Thanks man you clea-” “Do not call me that.”

❥ “Then smart *ss!” “I will slap you.”

❥ The day Baji dreaded came. He had no regrets really, you helped him from time to time (He broke into your house so much you gave him a key.)

❥ He was confident that he could pull it off, he managed to squeeze out a compliment from the stuck up you. He swore to god, that was the biggest accomplishment he’s had.

❥ He smiled as he thought back to the way you patted his head while telling him to not care about whatever the consequences was. His hand travelled to the area you touched as he closed his eyes. Then, the fight commenced.

❥ Meanwhile, you had just hurriedly left work. It was not a surprise another one of the boys seeked you out, though this one had to scour through the area just to find you.

❥ Takemitchy began crying the moment he saw your uptight face. Murmuring words like “I’m so happy you’re alive! I’m sorry!” None of it made sense for you who had no context whatsoever. But if it was serious enough for him to plead and kneel for your help, then who were you to say no?

❥ What was supposed to be only a fight became intense once you saw the brutal way they ganged up on one person. You looked around for takemitchy, only to see him desperately looking around for you as well. He met your gaze and you could almost see the joy in his eyes.

❥ He pointed to the stacked cars, the place where Baji stood. You nodded, understanding that you both were to keep him safe. You were only for emergency stakes, but the moment an unfamiliar figure came rushing to Baji’s side carrying something shiny that blinded your vision for a second, you were out running and calling his name.

❥ You were near. Rightfully so.

❥ “What the hell do you think you’re doing!? Old man!” Baji shouted as soon as he saw the red drenching your button shirt. “Did you think I couldn’t handle it!? You underestimated me, is that why you’re here!?” Maybe he was more worried than angry, but couldn’t really show through his words. But his facial expression said enough.

❥ “It was never a matter of underestimating you or not...I am an adult and you are a child” Takemitchy helped you steady your standing, breathing through the pain you smiled at them.

❥ “I have a duty prioritizing your life before mine.” You saw the way they both flinched, eyes glossing over as they tried to look for a way to get you out of here. Thankfully, you weren’t stupid enough to get yourself in the situation recklessly.

❥ “Go grab your friend, His state isn’t the best, even a dog could tell” “I’m fine-” Mikey who heard your words, leaned down on the car before he closed his eye from the trickling blood. “That’s not fine.” You cut him off.

❥ “Oi! Police! Police is here! F*ck! Everybody run!”

❥ You closed your eyes before clenching your teeth from the sharp pain your wound sent. “Go. Run.”

❥ “I can’t defend you if you get caught. Get the others back to my apartment, I contacted somebody so make sure you everybody.”

❥ “Old man...you’re lame as f*ck but a damn lifesaver. I f*cking owe you one.” His crude words certainly weren't meant to uplift, but still, you were glad you managed to save a life and a friendship this time around. “Just run, you trouble child”

❥ “I got it from here.”

❥ A few days passed. You went home that day to see one of your colleagues smoking in your living room with used and bloody cotton around her. You grimaced from the sight as you put out her cigarette yourself.

❥ “You became a dad? Damn.” “Shut it.”

❥ What was supposed to be a recuperating day was ruined the moment your door was kicked open. “Um...oops.” Baji muttered as he dragged the others inside with him. Snickering at the way Draken looked up in amazement, wondering why he hasn’t hit anything with his tall body.

❥ “Old fart! You saved our asses. Thank you. I mean it.” Baji, the boy who cussed you out at every meeting, the boy who came into your home with no care about your belongings, bowed down at an exact 90 degree angle. It greatly shocked the others, but one by one they followed suit.

❥ “Hmm, did you think that came without a price? Teenagers like you need to get their back straightened out by someone.” You sipped at the coffee, putting the cup down as you faced them with your glasses glinting.

❥ “And that someone is me”

❥ They came home that day with sore muscles, more tired than when they go out fighting with rival gangs. What did you make them do? A story for another time. You chuckled as you folded a frilly maid dress.

❥ Though a paper fell out of it as soon as you flipped it. Curious, you opened it, only to get an irm mark from its contents.

❥ Could you guess what was in it?

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smolla-than-a-bug · 3 years

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02 | mission: impossible — enemy spotted

sano shinichiro x reader

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having only each other to rely on for most of their lives, the sano brothers make great partners in crime. however, little manjiro has taken on a new solo mission under his brother’s nose. his role? to play wingman

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content — fem!reader, gakuen babysitters au, baby toman gang, shinichiro is a hopeless romatic (heavy on the hopeless), sanzu is That kid

notes — 2.4k+ wc. every night i think of clingy baby mikey and cry :”) i had to cut the chapter short bc theres an emergency within my class ndmfmf but i plan to touch on the parts i wanted to include in the next chapter

You've always had mixed emotions about mornings. On one hand, it's an absolute pain to have to wake up to your many alarms set for when there's barely any light out, just to be sure you're ready to leave home by 6:30. As you get out of bed, your legs feel like they're cuffed to dumbbells totaling at least twice your bodyweight while you blindly navigate your way to the bathroom. On the other hand, the quiet cold of the early morning gives your mind time to relax. The dewy air somehow feels like it cleanses your lungs with each breath you take, and for a few minutes, you're free of thought, of responsibility.

The usual walk to and from school is one you take alone. Your friends take a different route as they don't live in the same area as you, but you've grown used to the solo trips. If anything, it makes for great me-time, being by yourself every once in a while and basking in a sort of soul-healing peace. Sometimes, you run into some of your classmates you aren't particularly close to, but like you, they prefer having some time to themselves before officially beginning the hectic school day.

Something about the nature of daybreak makes watching the same scenes over and over feel new and refreshing. You pass by the playground you used to frequent as a younger version of yourself, and you're reminded of the many memories you'd once made on the monkeybars and swing set, now still and coated with little droplets of water. You duck underneath the branch of a tree you once had to jump to reach, swelling with pride when the tip of your forefinger grazed it because it proved you were 'growing taller than everyone else'. Now, you always had to be careful not to run into the into the low branch.

"Ow!"

Though it seemed like someone else wasn't so careful as you'd been.

Childish laughter followed the person's exclamation, and you turned around to find Akashi Takeomi with a red spot on his cheekbone. You wouldn’t classify yourselves as friends. You were more fit to be called acquaintances, at best. After all, the only times you’d ever interacted was during class when assigned pair-work together or when a certain Sano sought you both out for his sake.

You’d spot him from afar from time to time as you didn’t live far from each other, but you never bothered to go past a polite nod before carrying on. The difference is that this time he wasn’t exactly alone. Carried on one arm was a child, who couldn’t have been older than a year old, and there was another slightly older toddler, who Takeomi held onto by the collar of his shirt, bent over from laughing so hard.

"Takeomi!" Your poor classmate looked so distressed, you were compelled to move to his aid. Your body moved before you had the chance to think of what to do, so you just stood awkwardly, slightly hovering and unknowing of what to help with. You hesitated. "Are you okay?"

He nudged the small boy towards you. "I'm good, just... Can you hold him for a sec so I can get myself together?"

You nodded, reaching for the boy's hand, but he refused. Instead, he raised both his arms up, pouting, and bounced on the balls of his feet. "I want up!"

"Haru. Behave yourself."

You reassure Takeomi that it's fine before going to pick the boy—Haru—up. "I didn't know you had siblings, Takeomi."

Haru giggled when you held him under his arms, kicking his feet when you lifted him up. He poked your cheek when you settled him on your hip. "I'm Haruchiyo, but you can call me Haru!"

You smiled, brushing his messy white hair back.

Takeomi adjusted the baby bag on his shoulder as well as his hold on his sister, falling into step beside you. "This is one here is Senju. They usually stay home with my parents, but they had to attend some event at work—I don't know. To be honest, I wasn't really listening anymore after they said they had to leave Senju and Haru with me. Then I remembered our school has a daycare, so I thought why not drop them off there while I'm in class, right?"

"Ah. That makes sense." You glanced at the red spot on his cheek. "You sure you're good there though? I can go with you to stop by the nurse's office for ice if you want to."

He shook his head. " 'S fine. Really. Didn't even hurt."

From personal experience, you know very well that that branch is merciless when it comes to inattentive passersby, and no sincere person denies a question thrice in a row, unprompted. Nevertheless, you choose to believe him for his own convenience.

At first glance, you'd think Akashi Takeomi looks pretty scary. He definitely looks mean, that's for sure. He's the type of student who sits in the back corner of the classroom and barely ever speaks, unless he's with his friends but he keeps an intimidating appearance even then. His resting face is enough for people to clear the halls just for him to get through, not to mention the long scar that runs down the right side of his face makes him look extra menacing.

If you hadn't already been introduced before, you'd have definitely assumed he was a delinquent. You'd be so scared to have to face him in class every day. But lucky for you when Shinichiro dragged you both along for a triad project in one of your classes, he had noticed your body tensing and prompted Takeomi to explain that he got into an accident at home with a piece of furniture when he was younger, about the same age as Haru was now. He claimed to have been a rowdy child despite his current self.

You also noticed how he was strict yet gentle with his siblings throughout the short time you spent together on your way to the daycare. It was obvious he wasn't so used to looking after them both for an extended period of time, but the fact that he was trying was nothing short of sweet. Should anyone else witness the sight, you're sure they'd be greatly taken aback.

As usual, the daycare was already packed, save for Manjiro and Shinichiro. The teachers arrive earlier than the students do anyway.

The kids greeted you with the same enthusiasm as they normally do, but they quickly noticed the newbie in your arms and the scary looking man behind you as you went through the slide door. It went quiet in less than a few seconds, and the kids hid behind Usaida's legs. Takeomi looked to you with a raised brow.

You cleared your throat and knelt down to ease the kids into warming up to the three new faces. You put Haru on his feet. "This guy right here is Haru," you gestured behind you, "that's Senju, and that's their big brother Takeomi! Haru and Senju are gonna be spending the day with you all. Why don't you introduce yourselves?"

You think you heard your heart crack a little when nobody responded, and your eyes narrowed at Usaida when he snorted.

"Oi!" Ah, of course Keisuke always had something to say. You just hoped it was something nice. "Haru, what are those things on your mouth?"

"Keisuke, I don't think it's polite to—"

"They're scars! Cool right?"

At least Haru received it well?

"You look like a clown!"

"Keisuke!"

Having decided that's enough, you suggested they play games instead, which instantly had them all running off together. Takeomi chuckled, heading towards Usaida to ask if he could trust his siblings with him for the day and to talk to him about the contents of Senju's baby bag. You figured you'd wait for him so you could walk to class together too, seeing as you were in the same section, so you busied yourself by playing along with the kids while you were there.

Not too long after, you felt a presence on your back. Short arms clung around your waist as much as they could, and to no one's surprise, you craned your head to see Manjiro looking up at you with sleep still lingering in his eyes. You cooed at him, picking him up for a proper embrace in greeting.

Shinichiro sheepishly waved at you. "Morning, Y/N."

"Shin, Y/N." Takeomi handed Usaida the baby bag and slung his school bag over his shoulder, already making his way out the door. "We should probably get going."

You tried putting Manjiro back down. Takeomi was right, but Manjiro wouldn't budge. And the longer he clung onto you, the less willing you were to leave him.

"Hey," Shinichiro crouched beside you. "Come on, Manjiro, let go. Y/N and I need to get to class."

Manjiro shook his head and tightened his hold on your uniform blouse, drawing a sigh from his brother who leant his head on your shoulder. You bit down a smile.

Shinichiro tried again. "Manjirooooo... we'll be back later, you know?"

It took a bit more convincing from both of you, but Manjiro finally let you go and watched you and his brother leave with a longing gaze. You both made sure to remind him you'd come back right before sliding the door shut behind you.

Manjiro couldn't decide what was more unsettling: The new guy his brother called Take tending to his siblings with an entirely straight face or the fact that you seemed to be so buddy-buddy with him despite his indifference. To make things worse, Shinichiro wasn't inserting himself between you. In fact, he appeared to be proud about how you were getting along so well! How was he supposed to win you over if there was another person hogging all of your attention?

He couldn't count the amount of times you've dropped the toys in your hands while playing with him, Shinichiro, and the others, just so you could assist Takeomi with his sister. And whenever you did, he would catch Shinichiro just smiling to himself as you guided his best friend in catering to the baby's needs. You hadn't even had the chance to read to him like you always did at all. He was beginning to think you were forgetting about him :(

What's more was Manjiro's increasing distress as the new guy, Haru, wouldn't stop looking at him and following him around. He could be peacefully looking over the books in the corner library and he'd feel the familiar chill of having a pair of eyes on him. He could be getting dragged around by Keisuke to play and he'd notice a flash of unruly white hair in his peripheral. It was kind of creepy. He was just minding his own business sitting in front of an open book when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Haru plopped down beside him, looking over his shoulder to see what he was doing. "What's that?"

Manjiro blinked.

"Ah, Le Petit Prince," Shinichiro sat himself with the two boys. "The Little Prince. You seem to be liking that story a lot, Manjiro. Want me to read it to you?"

Manjiro nodded once, already climbing into his brother's lap.

They had a sort of system in place where Manjiro would sit in front. As Shinichiro read the words on the page aloud, Manjiro would be the one to flip the pages. Manjiro liked taking his time to ogle at the pictures and drawings on each page. That, along with his brother's steady storytelling voice and his duty to turn to the next page when he was done did wonders to engage him in the story.

Soon, everyone was crowded around him and Shinichiro, who held the book as far out as he could so that everyone else could see the page. He'd only bring it close when it was time for Manjiro to flip the paper.

When you sat down close by to join in on the storytelling session, Manjiro was already moving to get your attention so you would read to him too. He stopped Shinichiro for a while to pull you to sit beside him before crawling back into his brother's cris-crossed legs. He saw Haru plop on you the same way. It took a moment for him to drag his eyes away.

No words needed to be exchanged between you and Shinichiro as you silently agreed to alternate turns and read a paragraph each, having been in this situation countless times before. Manjiro's favorite instances of this was when you came over to their house on weekends. Time spent with you was always something he had enjoyed, especially when both you and his brother would sit yourselves beside him on the bed, reading to him until he fell asleep for his afternoon nap. It was an experience most would have had with their parents, but to him, having you and his brother there was the best feeling in the world.

You made it a few pages until Senju began wailing, having just woken up from her slumber. It caused a ruckus among the other kids who were exclaiming that "Senju's crying!" as if you couldn't already hear it. As if on cue, you lifted Haru and temporarily put him in Shinichiro’s lap beside Manjiro, rushing to hold Senju so that Takeomi could grab a diaper while Shinichiro was left to try composing the rest of the kids around him. This wouldn’t have had to happen if Usaida hadn’t made the excuse of already having to look after one infant.

His attention is now lost from the story. He watches you cradle the baby until her cries fade away. You set her down on the changing mat, cooing at her and giggling with her. Takeomi comes over with the new diaper, and you move over to give him the space to change her while you continue to distract her. As expected, when Manjiro looks up, he sees his brother's eyes flickering towards you from time to time in between words, in between paragraphs. The slight upturn of his lip breaking into a wide smile whenever he moved his lips to form the words on the page.

Manjiro slumps back into his brother’s torso, defeat taking over once more. A heavy hand ruffles his hair.

The next day, Takeomi handed Shinichiro his application to join the school babysitter club.

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Save Me

Chapter I

Prologue II ⇹ Chapter II pairing: sano 'mikey' manjiro x fem!reader wc: 1.6k summary: You find yourself in the middle of an altercation when heading home warning: manga spoilers ch 80, fighting, [if i missed something please let me know] notes: series masterlist. let me know your thoughts on the first official chapter !!

“Stop it right now!”

A girl’s scream caught your attention amidst your thoughtless paths of the winding street roads. You had been walking home, or trying to at least, when your phone’s battery died. Being the only source of navigation, you found yourself walking in circles trying to get home.

You followed the scream you had heard from earlier, noting the desperate crack in the girl’s voice. Once exiting a nearby alley you found yourself in the middle of some sort of fight, if you could even call it that.

On the left, men in white uniform jackets surrounded the narrow street, circling a large man in a crimson jacket, shirtless though his body covered in tattoos. He held a small blonde boy by his collar, his face bashed and bloody; eyes white in unconsciousness.

To your right were three people, two girls and one fairly tall boy. Their faces showed every bit of emotion they held in witnessing this person become a human punching bag.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, closing your eyes a mere second before making a decision. You pulled the straps of your school bag off, letting it thud to the ground.

From the people on the right’s perspective, it wasn’t anything normal to see what had just happened. A flying projectile randomly came out of nowhere, connecting with Taiju’s head and boinking off to land a few feet away.

Everyone’s eyes followed it as it finally landed on the ground. Eyebrows scrunched together immediately at exactly what the object was.

“A… shoe?” A guy with what looked like a birthmark gracing his soft features commented.

All eyes aligned the starting trajectory of the shoe, landing on you – a young girl in a school uniform. One who was currently bent over and taking off another shoe.

You finally slipped your foot from your shoe, standing up straight with a content expression before tossing the object ever so lightly and catching it again. You tightened your grip on the toe of the shoe, winding your arm back and tomahawking it at the large man again.

The shoe landed with a loud thud against his peck, falling just like the first one. Surrounding eyes widened even more, trying to understand what exactly was going on.

Taiju’s boisterous voice broke out into a loud laugh, his grip on the boy never ceasing. His men had gaping mouths, some raged at what you did while others were just plain speechless. “To think a weak bystander like yourself thought a shoe would do something!” The man spoke, his brows creased in a strained amusement.

“Oh no,” Your soft voice traveled as you walked closer, coming to stand a fair distance from him. “I just didn’t want your blood on my new shoes.”

“Huh-?”

Your body spun around swiftly, right leg extending up high, foot flying and connecting your heel to his face. You straightened as the man was knocked a few steps back, his grip on the blonde loosened. You took this chance and grabbed the blonde’s jacket, yanking him out of the stunned guy’s hand and dragging him a few feet away.

“What happened?” A voice was heard from the crowd of uniformed men.

“So fast, I didn’t even see it.”

“Is he bleeding?” The voices overlapped as they mumbled together.

The two main captains of the groups were stunned though they did their best to hide it. Had this girl really knocked him?

You threw the boy backwards to the three standing behind you. “Sorry,” you waved a hand at the group of delinquents in uniform, a lofty smile on your lips, “I’m still warming up so I can’t hit at my fullest right now.”

“You bitch!” He yelled out, pulling the vowel into a lengthy war cry. He raised his head, his eyes showing a vigorous rage, blood trailing from his nose in a steady stream. He stomped towards you, yanking your collar into his fist and lifting your feet off the ground. He held you up, the fake smile of yours digging into his skin.

“Taiju!” A man from behind you called out, “Stop. Please!”

“Hakkai!” He pulled the name out, an irritated smile on his face, “When you ask someone a favor, you gotta give something in exchange!” Your face became blank, side eyeing the dark haired male with the buzzcut and design shaved into the left side of his head. Your eyes seeped a deadly stare.

“Offer me something of equal worth.” The man, this Taiju guy, raised you even higher, “If you don’t… Then this is where that brat and this bitch dies.” Your jaw clenched, fist tightening, seeing his arm wind up for a punch. Your face remained an eerie blankness as you stared at this Taiju guy.

“I’ll quit Toman.”

‘Huh? Toman?’ You raised a brow. ‘They’re in Toman?’

“I’ll join the Black Dragons so I can support you.” The sweat on his face was noticeable from where you were being held, “So in exchange, let Takemitchy and the girl go!” Taiju paused, soon letting your collar go. You landed softly on the ground as you absorbed the impact by bending your knees.

‘Mitchy?’ You glanced at the guy lying on the ground, ‘So this is him?’

Taiju grinned widely before walking away, his drone of an army following quickly. Certain ones eyeing you carefully as they walked past you; a few pairs of eyes stared a bit longer, wanting to know exactly who you were.

Once their white jackets were in the distance, you grabbed your shoes and walked towards your bag in front of the alley. You slipped a foot into one shoe and began lacing it, ignoring the stares you received from the three left standing in the road.

“You’re Y/N, right?”

“Hm?” You looked up to see a girl with strawberry blonde hair walking towards you. Those words caused the tall one’s eyes to widen as he glanced your way.

“Huh?” He questioned, heaving the blonde onto his back.

“Yeah, you’re the new exchange student at our school!” The girl’s eyes sparkled, as if a light bulb went off in her mind.

You went back to putting your other shoe on, “Yeah.” You stated simply. You picked up your bag, dusting off the bottom and putting it on.

“I’m Tachibana Hinata!” You watched as she spoke to you, seeing her bow, “Thank you for coming in to help us!” You quirked a brow at her, a smile gracing your lips as you closed your eyes, waving a hand at her.

“It was nothing! Guys like that tend to piss me off.” You replied.

She rose to stand straight, “Do you live around here?”

You sweated, “About that…”

—

“Hm?”

“You awake?” Hakkai asked.

“Takemichi!” Hinata called out, “Thank god! I was so worried!” She ran up to walk alongside Hakkai who was currently carrying him on his back. Hinata’s eyes were tearing as she stared at him.

“Hina.” Takemichi mumbled before creasing his head in concentration. “Sorry Hakkai. It’s my fault you’re leaving Toman.”

“It’s not your fault. I decided to leave a while ago.” He responded with a shaky smile, “Anyway, thanks for sticking up for Yuzuha. Bet you didn’t expect the leader of the Black Dragons to be my big bro, huh?”

“Yeah.” The blonde mumbled.

Hakkai glanced behind him, “Hey are you two coming?” He stopped, turning fully, which gave Takemichi a chance to see whom he was addressing. No doubt it was Hina and Yuzuha. Though he was surprised to see a stranger walking alongside Yuzuha, giggling as she stared down at Yuzuha’s phone.

“Yeah, we’re coming lil bro.” The blonde spoke before putting her phone away.

“Who…?” Takemichi began, trailing off in a hazy confusion.

“Oh yeah, after getting hit around like that you might not remember but you owe a thanks to her.” Hakkai spoke before walking once you and Yuzuha caught up. “Takemichi, meet Baji’s sister, Baji Y/N.”

He gasped, eyes widening as he raised his head quickly to look at you. Seeing you smile in his direction, seemingly sweet and gentle. “Just Y/N is okay.”

‘This is Baji’s sister?’ Takemichi thought to himself. ‘This is… Mikey’s heart?’

“This is Takemichi’s place!” Hina pointed once you all neared his house. Hakkai let Takemichi stand on his own; although a bit woozy he was able to walk with the help of Hina. “I’ll take him inside. Thanks for helping us!” She smiled at the three of you.

“I’ll be okay from here.” You began, “This place is familiar, I should be able to get home.”

“Are you sure?” Yuzuha asked.

“We can go with you to make sure.” Hakkai added.

“It’s okay! I mean it.” You smiled at both of them. “It was nice meeting you all today.” You turned and started walking away, remembering the convenience store you wanted to stop and grab some food at.

Hakkai and Yuzuha walked in the opposite direction, having no reason to stick around any longer.

A few minutes later you heard thumping footsteps coming closer from behind. “Y/N!” Takemichi shouted, causing you to stop and turn to face him, a brow rose curiously. You saw him panting heavily with sweat dripping down his face. “What happened with Baji... Wasn’t Kazutora’s fault.” He heaved in his breaths.

The wind blew generously, waving the fabric of your clothes as you stared indifferently at the blonde. You smiled walking closer to him,“I know.” You stopped just a few feet away, eyes scanning the person in front of you, thoughts tumbling. “So you’re the Mitchy guy…”

“Huh?” His brows rose in confusion.

“You’re the one replacing my brother.” You hummed before meeting his eyes. You took a deep breath, sighing heavily before closing your eyes and tilting your head ever so slightly. “See you around, Mitchy!” you turned and walked in the direction you were previously going, paying no mind to how the boy was left speechless, only one thought on his mind.

‘How did she know who I was?’

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Fame With No Shame | Part Three

A/N; I think at most there will be one more part to this series, and that will be the reveal of Luke and the readers relationship to the public. Thankyou for all of the requests for this series, please enjoy xx

Summary; in the midst of an interview, there is talk of (Y/N) dating a member. The interviewer is keen to find who is the lucky gentleman within their ranks, but can Luke remain steady though the enquiries about his girl?

Brushing his hands down his black clothed legs, Luke sat upon the seat, eyes interpreting his composure. His face was slightly flushed, aware that his hair was a bouquet of messy curls, the state of his redress had not gone unnoticed by the hostess nor his curious band members. All were wondering of whom he had hassled sexually with before this set, but nothing was mentioned, at least not yet.

A small part of him wanted to let the world know of his relationship status, and more importantly, whom he was entangled with. But it would all be released in due time, he would just have to remain both vigilant of letting anything slip and patient. The rumours could manage to infuriate and humour him all at once, so many fans had claimed to know the identity of the woman in his life.

There were many suspicions, although they were only proven by the hope and dedication of all kinds of people on sites such as tumblr and wattpad, that his lover that was concealed to their eyes was not a lady at all. It was perceived that it was a bandmate; a dear friend of his, that he was sleeping and taking midnight strolls with.

That of course was not the truth, the shipping had been dragging on for years, he sometimes wished that the guesses could be correct all by their own. (Y/N) however was amused by how much it infuriated him, and all of his frustrations would dissipate at the sound of her glorious laugh, and in the end, all that was left was for him to join in and relax.

Things between them were certainly going good, to say the least. He had never felt so elated to see someone pour themselves a mug of coffee, or tie their shoelaces. It wasn’t hard, and hadn’t been difficult for him to admit the facts – he was in love. If there was any evidence that they existed, he was sure that he had found his soulmate.

She understood not only his emotions, but his springs of motivation, the ideas that would creep in the middle of the night or whilst he was in the bathroom for songs. His process was normal to her, because she experienced the same waves of inspiration, the urge to write what flowed to mind and execute lyrics until they were sure enough ready and sounded right to be released to the rest of the world.

And together, that was like the universe had combined the two creators for a reason, to make a beautiful sound, an eternal symphony that would play on forever and a day. If people knew about them, it could disturb the state of their peace, the security that they found within their relationship. And that would be the most tragic and morbid interference that either of them could ever experience.

Hate online was strong, and (Y/N) suspected that neither of them were prepared to take the mixed responses to their newfound and blooming romance. Each of them individually received the expressions of resenting opinions, through messages, through posts, through the loop of the internet. It was never ending, the trolls were headstrong and stubborn, they didn’t want to be stopped, and any reply that they got in turn only made their day, encouraging them to cackle away at the fact that they drew a celebrity’s attention and time away from more important matters.

“And we’re live.” The hostess of the radio show confirmed, settling more comfortably into her plush, swivel seat, as she set her digging eyes into the men that were seated around the platform of a small, recorded station. “My name is Heidi, and we are here on HotRadio, with the one, the only, Five Seconds of Summer.”

Luke adjusted his headset, leaning closer to the microphone so that he was close enough to allow his reviews and answers be heard better than when he was reclined back, awaiting the start of the recording. “So now tell me boys, how was it working with (Y/N) (L/N) for your new single, Flashes.” He gulped at the mention of her name, this wasn’t the best situation, considering that he could accidentally allow some classified information slip, and spiral through the channels of the web.

“She was amazing!” Michael blazed in with his initial impression of her, a jolly grin spread across his lips and chin. “We’ve been fans of her work for so long, it was a dream to finally work with her.” His hands waved as he spoke, confirming his excitement, although working with (Y/N) had already been and gone.

“Yeah.” Ashton bobbed his head, agreeing with his friend. “She is such a talented woman, we don’t do many collaborations singing with other people, but all four of us can definitely admit that she was such a great sport. She put so much work into the song, from lyrics and notes, there is a bright future ahead of her.”

The boys speaking of her made Luke want to purposely trip in his secrecy, they had no expense from gushing over her in such an idealistic way. However if he were to join in, he’d risk the exposure of the relationship. (Y/N) would be mad at him if he were to do that, so he rubbed his chin, feeling the growing prickles of stubble against his guitar picked hands.

Heidi smiled, they were eager to tell her their what appeared to be honest opinion. Yet there were still more details that she and the fans sought; answers. There were so many questions that were lingering, waiting to be spoken aloud in the recorded air.

“Was there any romance sparked between one of you and (Y/N)? How about you Calum?” It was typical, the enquiries about the song itself, that was supposed to be the main attention of this interview , it wasn’t about love, or feelings or whatever.

The thought that Calum, out of all of them, was the one considered to have gained her affections made Luke bite the inside of his cheek. Sure, Calum was single, but so was he, or at least was in the media’s eyes, and before he met (Y/N).

Luke’s frown was subtle, but it was still there! And everyone was oblivious to his disconcerting expression, all because the spotlight shined on the bassist, and the idea that he, out of all them, was privileged enough to have possibly shared a bed or the exchange of numbers in the static noise of the track.

Cal cleared his throat, ruffling the collar of his shirt, as though there were a reason for him to be fanning himself. “I mean, I’m not one to disclose that personal information.” That son of a bitch, Luke thought. From his response, something had obviously occurred, it was too bland for an answer.

That was until said boy began to laugh, spewing a humoured chuckle from his mouth whilst looking Luke dead in the eyes. The opposing man could only frown, his face hardened by the strong crease that went down the centre of it.

“Too bad she already has a boyfriend.” Michael chipped in, the guitarist’s attitude and statement not only making Luke paranoid, but also worried. What if he were not the only one that had grabbed the affections of (Y/N)?

To begin with, it was clear that she was a bit of a player, and he had no problem with it, there was nothing wrong at all with a woman embracing her sexuality, it was even kind of sexy. But now they were partners in a relationship, and he could only trust her to be faithful.

Mikey’s words had not only drawn the intrigue of the lead singer, but also Heidi, who was leant forward in her seat, the dimples in her face prominent as she was presenting glee from hearing first time news, that was broadcasting on her radio channel.

“Are we permitted to be told who the lucky gentleman is?” How she hoped that the revelation would be unconcealed during this very interview, personally the woman was curious herself, but also the thought of the views skyrocketing encouraged her desperation for an answer.

Ash smirked, his eyes fluttering through his trio of bandmates, this was certainly entertaining for the rest of them also. Except one from the looks of it, Luke was gnawing on the outer portion of his lip. This was getting to him, just as they wanted. They knew, all along, what was occurring between Luke and the talented lady.

She had been a crush of his for a long time, and it seemed that she shared that affliction of interests, by being attracted to the natural blonde himself. It was noticeable to the boys from the first time that (Y/N) had entered the studio, their eyes navigated to the sight of the other, and their attention had to be drawn for the pair to look away from one another.

“One of us.” The eldest member replied, and Luke realised that in that moment, he had not been as discreet with the entire dating ordeal as he thought he had. They’d quickly realised that there were strings attached when Luke began to miss their nights out clubbing, and said he’d prefer to stay in and watch a movie – alone.

However, it was not a solitary activity, and binging television was not all that the promiscuous man was partaking in. The symptoms that brought light and revelation to Luke and (Y/N)’s involvement was matching marks of red suction bites around the circumferences of their throats, that eventually healed and could be concealed, however the boys could see right through their efforts.

And then there was the undebatable evidence of smeared lipstick scorned across their lips, a shade which consisted perfectly against one another, from nudes to striking reds, the pigment that streaked against Luke’s vigorously hungry lips consisted to be suspiciously similar to the original prominence that was lined and filled on (Y/N)’s own petalled mouth.

“Oh.” It appeared that the prying interviewer had not even put any efforts into hiding her pleasantly condemned grin, every detail that was slipping through the teeth of the men gave her some kind of joy.

She had somehow hit a gold mine with the answers that her pay check curiosity had earned her. There was so much going on behind the scenes that had never been revealed, and it seemed that all would be exposed, on HotRadio! “Are we granted to know which one of you is the lucky man?”

Luke shifted in his chair, gripping onto the arms with his painted nails. He was prepared to hit rock bottom in this deep deep ocean that he had swam himself into, yet a snicker left Cal, bringing all afraid and all too alert attention to him.

“I think not, we can keep a secret for a little longer.” His eyes paced slyly over to Luke, sending him an all knowing wink.

He sighed, he lived to fight another day.

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mychemicalficrecs · 4 years

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do you have any longer frikey fics, preferably bottom frank if theres smut

I do have some longer Frank/Mikey stuff, but no guarantee on bottom Frank!

Longer Frank/Mikey

Emotional Brilliance by kopperblaze, 21k, Mature. Toro and Mikey are a good team, Mikey doesn’t get why Brian had to hire someone else. In particular he doesn’t get why Brian had to hire Frank, who knows nothing about Lush products and who's incapable of keeping his mouth shut. Lush!AU. The one where Ray is a skin care expert, Frank is obnoxious, Mikey is annoyed and Pete leaves glittery handprints all over everything.

Gross roomies by turps, 36k, Explicit. Frank loves living with Mikey. Sure, the apartment is a mess, the kitchen's a toxic wasteland, and there's something growing in the refrigerator that's just a day or two away from becoming sentient, but other than those minor inconveniences, it's all cool. Or it is until Mikey decides to embark on a journey of sexual discovery and adventure and Frank's left at home with nothing but the fridge monster for company. To make matters worse, Mikey insists on telling Frank everything he does with his new kinky friends, right down to the tiniest detail. And now suddenly Frank is best friends with his right hand and he can't stop thinking about Mikey in ways he never has before. The really big problem, other than suddenly being in lust with his best friend, is that Frank isn't sure why.

Won't Know 'til You Begin by knight_tracer, Sena, 24k, Explicit. In which Frank is an accidental pervert, Mikey sleeps with Fabio, Gerard is much too sincere when talking about pain sluts, Ray is terrible with women and great with guitars, and Otter's got really bad taste in music. Alternately, the one where Frank realizes he has a thing for Mikey, Mikey realizes he has a thing for guys, and they're both adorably stupid failboats.

On Air by ladyfoxxx, 15k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank's a radio DJ at an alternative station, spinning punk tracks and talking shit. When he gets handed the most popular show at the station to host, his first guests are independent horror filmmakers Gerard and Mikey Way.

Standing on a Planet that's Evolving and Revolving by Green, 13k, Explicit. The evolution of Frank Iero, age 15.

Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room by Femme (femmequixotic), 15k, Explicit. Frank wants to touch Mikey, to slide his fingers across the sharp angle of his cheek just below his glasses, to drag his thumb along the curve of his bottom lip, to smooth his palm down Mikey's long throat.

What Dreams May Come by sperrywink, 15k, Explicit. His career in music derailed, Frank never met the other guys in My Chemical Romance. A silly tale of teleportation.

a scent and a sound by mwestbelle, 15k, Explicit. In an urban fantasy world where werewolves can't hold a decent job and no roommate wants them, werewolf Frank is looking for an apartment. He finds one with Mikey Way.

Heart Wrapped in Clover by Sena, 19k, Explicit. Everbody's got their not-so-secret secrets on tour. When you live out of a van, you just can't help but notice things that you shouldn't talk about if you don't want to embarrass your friends or start a fight. Frank wishes sometimes they talked about things, though, because he's dying to ask if anybody else has noticed that sometimes, Mikey wears panties.

Tints Verse by turps, 65k, Mature. A MCR AU where Ray has his own gardening firm, and one day he does a job for the Ways.

We Used To Be Friends by ladyfoxxx, 50k, Explicit. "You and me, right Mikes?" "Yeah, fuck everybody else." Best friends since high school, if Frank could've chosen a brother, he'd pick Mikey. Then Mikey became a rock star and Frank... didn't. After years of radio silence, Mikey steps onto a stage in Jersey and back into Frank's life. (Or, the one where Frank is a school teacher and Mikey plays rhythm in The Used.)

And the Painted Ponies by turps, 35k, Mature. After years of struggling to be taken seriously as a bodyguard, Frank Iero is finally well established. He loves his boss, Ray, he loves his job, and he prides himself on his professionalism. But then he's assigned to be the personal bodyguard of Mikey Way. Mikey Way, aka Roboboy, is a successful high fashion model. Loved by designers and the public alike for his trademark lack of emotion, but mocked by the tabloid press for the exact same reason. Mikey is someone that Frank's sure he'll hate. Except it doesn't work out that way. In fact, it doesn't take long before Frank discovers he really likes Mikey. Maybe too much.

Better Than A Paid Life by gala_apples, 15k, Explicit. Gerard and Mikey Way are the Killjoys, a motorbaby duo. That is, until their car gets wrecked in a battle and the dashboard accessory of their new Trans Am is an ex-Companion with a mission.

Crash by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd), 26k, Explicit. In a future version of Seattle, Frank Iero's a lot of things: bike messenger, cage fighter, sometimes thief, Ray Toro's roommate. Mikey Way's also a lot of things: record label owner, co-heir to his grandmother's fortune, younger brother. Neither are normal. But they don't know just how far each other's abnormalities go until Frank's past and a secret of Mikey's unexpectedly shove together. (Dark Angel AU.)

Sound Tracking by turps, 46k, Mature. The beat is muted, almost non-existent, and the loss hits Bob hard. He's used to living his life in a constant thrum of sound, sensing those around him, the rhythm of the universe a constant companion, but here there's almost nothing. He can feel the sound that's been pulling him for weeks now, but little else. This place is dead, almost silent, and Bob aches with the feeling of being cast into nothingness. A MCR - Bob and Gerard centric space AU where Gerard's band has been taken from him and Bob helps find them. Also features FOB, especially Pete.

Drink Cider From a Lemon by turps, 20k, General Audiences. A story about friendship, love and building your own kind of home.

Mikey Way and the Quest for the Stone by Roxy_palace, 29k, Explicit. “I’m in Colombia!” Mikey said, raising his voice over the crackle of a poor connection. “No. no, no, no, no,” James wailed. Mikey could really relate to his disbelief. He couldn't believe he was in mother fucking Colombia either.

Below the Trees, Which Are Below the Stars by alpheratz, 38k, Explicit. In the mid-1920s, Gerard and Mikey moved to France - Gerard to pursue art, Mikey because he couldn't stay behind. Now, it's 1930, and Mikey's become an airmail pilot, flying the mail route to Dakar with his navigator Frank. For a long time, the only rough thing about Mikey's life was the strain on his and Gerard's soulbond when Mikey was away, but his growing feelings for Frank and the arrival of Frank's old friend Ray could change everything.

Food of Love by Lucifuge5, 12k, Teen And Up Audiences. Ever since it re-opened, Frank's been "Sweet Nothings"'s number one customer. That he harbors a gigantic crush on one of the owners is something that he's kept to himself for the most part (Ray will never tell a soul.) It's not until he strikes a friendship with the older brother of the object of his affection that he 'fesses up. Moved by Frank's pining, Gerard promises to help Frank woo Mikey. Complications arise when Gerard's "helpful advice" is anything but. Will Frank be successful in his courtship or are his chances to win Mikey's heart as ruined as a burnt cupcake?

You Only Hear The Music (When Your Heart Begins To Break) by Acadjonne, 28k, Mature. Mikey and Frank have known each other for years. They're roommates, and best friends. They're also friends with benefits. The arrangement is casual, and it suits them both. Somewhere along the way, Mikey develops feelings for Frank, but he pushes them aside. They aren't important, he'll be fine. Or, Mikey is fine, until he somehow ends up pregnant a year into this thing with Frank, and all of a sudden, he's got more to deal with than just how long he'll be able to hide his feelings for Frank or how the hell he's supposed to afford his transition.

Give Me A Reason To Believe (Failboats In Love) by Acadjonne, 14k, Teen And Up Audiences. On the night of October 31st, Linda and Frank Iero welcome a baby boy into their family. He weighs six pounds, four ounces, and is nineteen inches long. They give him a family name, and he becomes the third Iero man to bear the name of Frank. A year later, on All Hallow's Eve, a sleeping baby is taken from his crib and replaced with a fake. The babe will later be taken from the hands of the goblin that stole him, and he will be raised by two rowan treefolk, a house brownie, and some pixies. ----- When Ray walks down the stairs to the Way family basement, the last thing Mikey expects to see is a scrappy and long-haired form following behind him. But as he later finds out, Frank is almost always unexpected in the best of ways, the rest of the world be damned.

Death's Muse by TheFratelliEffect, 53k [WIP], Mature. Lonely and depressed, Mikey Way is battling through the drab years that immediately follow college. Struggling to make a living as an artist, Mikey has became a battered down, quiet introvert whom wants nothing to do with the abusive romance he is unwillingly involved in. On a cold winter morning, the starving artist is confronted with the opportunity to paint Frank Iero, the Midnight Falls' elusive, young doctor, which he takes up immediately. Love and lust ensure as the story opens on the painter as he meets his muse.

Gallons Of The Stuff by MCRmyGeneral, 20k, Explicit. Frank has been amused by blood for as long as he can remember. When he was a child, it was a simple fascination; the way it felt on his hands, the way it looked dripping to the floor, the way it smelled. But as he grew older, that simple fascination morphed into a daring lust. Blood no longer amused him, now it turned him on. Frank has never intentionally hurt someone just to see their blood. He just takes what he can get whenever an accident happens. But when Mikey is hurt bad, Frank discovers how hard it is to keep his hands, and thoughts, to himself. He loves Mikey, he has for a long time. But now, he finds his silence so much harder to keep. He has two choices: either tell Mikey how he feels, about him and his blood, and risk scaring him away, or keep quiet, and never let the man know how much he means to him. Whatever he chooses, he knows that someone will get hurt.

#frank/mikey #fic rec list #frikey

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hinatastinygiant · 11 months

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30 | Under the Stars

Pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader

Undercover Masterlist

A few days have passed since your victory over the Black Drasongs, and the Tokyo Mangi Gang is in high spirits. To commemorate their success, a celebration is taking place at Toman's headquarters. However, you're still at home, trying to find something nice to wear when there's a knock on your door. Opening it, you find Mitsuya standing there, a bright smile on his face.

"Hey, is Hakkai ready?" he asks.

"Huh? He's already at the party, helping Takemichi with something, I think. He isn't home," you break the news to him slowly.

Mitsuya's smile only widens, as though he's trying to cover up his embarrassment. "Oh, that's no problem. In that case, how about I give you a ride? It'll be quicker than walking, and I don't mind at all."

You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to impose, but Mitsuya insists. He reaches out toward his bike and hands you his helmet. "Here, put this on. I promise it'll be a smooth ride."

Grateful for his kindness, you accept the helmet and put it on. With a nod of appreciation, you hop onto the back of Mitsuya's motorcycle. Together, you ride through the streets, the cool breeze whipping against your face. The cityscape whizzes past, a blur of lights and colors, as you enjoy the sense of freedom that being part of Toman brings.

As you approach the venue, the sound of laughter and music grows louder. Mitsuya skillfully navigates through the bustling streets, and soon enough, you arrive at your destination.

"Thanks for the ride," you say to him, removing the helmet and handing it back. "I really appreciate it. You're a lifesaver," you say with a genuine smile.

"No need to thank me, I was coming here either way," he chuckles and waves it off as he steps off the bike. "Ready to go in?"

You nod as the two of you walk inside the venue. There, Mitsuya says his goodbye before he heads off to join Hakkai and Takemichi. You watch them for a minute, a smile growing on your face when you see just how happy your brother is. But, as the celebration continues around you, someone's hand gently slips into yours.

You turn your head to the side, finding Mikey standing beside you, his eyes tired. "Hey, you want to get out of here? I could really use some fresh air."

"Are you feeling alright?" you ask as concern fills your voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he nods, offering you a small smile. "Just need some space, you know? Let's go for a walk together."

Recognizing his need for a break from the crowd, you agree. Intertwining your fingers with his, you both make your way out of the room. As you step outside, the cool evening breeze greets you again, a refreshing contrast to the heated atmosphere inside.

As you walk hand in hand through the bustling city streets, the sound of the celebration gradually fades into the distance. The familiar sights and sounds of the urban landscape surround you, creating a sense of comfort and familiarity.

Lost in each other's company, you find yourselves on a rooftop overlooking the city. Mikey guides you to sit beside him, his presence offering a reassuring sense of safety. As you look down at the city below, a mix of emotions swirl within you, causing a sinking sensation in your stomach.

With a soft sigh, you find the courage to voice your thoughts. "I can't believe Taiju is really in jail," you say, your voice tinged with a mix of astonishment and relief. "It's a relief, though. Toman can finally start moving forward without his shadow looming over us."

Mikey nods, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Yeah, it's for the best," he replies, his voice carrying a hint of determination. "We can focus on building something better, a gang that stands for more than just power and violence."

Your eyes never leave his profile as you listen to his words, filled with hope and determination. The flickering lights of the city below reflect in his eyes, a witness to the dreams he holds for Toman's future.

"Mikey," you then call to him, causing his eyes to finally meet yours. "I want to stay by your side, stay in Toman with you, and help you make a real difference."

Mikey's eyes widen, his face paling slightly as he looks at you. The gravity of the moment hangs between you, the unspoken connection urging him to reveal his true feelings. And then, he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper, "I... I love you, Y/N."

The world seems to stop as the weight of his words settles upon you. The love and affection you've shared blossoms in this moment, amplified by the backdrop of twinkling stars above. Without hesitation, you lean in, closing the remaining distance between you. Your lips meet in a gentle kiss, sealing your unspoken bond under the watchful gaze of the night sky.

In that stolen moment, the world fades away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time. Your whole body seems to soften, protected by the promise of a shared future.

And as you break the kiss, lingering in each other's embrace, the world around you seems to come alive once again. The sounds of the city filter through, blending with the beating of your hearts.

Breathless, you gaze into Mikey's eyes, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Mikey, I love you too," you whisper, your words carrying the weight of your emotions.

Mikey's eyes light up, his features softened by a mixture of relief and joy. In that moment, all doubts and uncertainties melt away, leaving only the undeniable connection between you. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you.

"Good, because I never want to let you go," he murmurs, his words brushing against your ear.

With a smile, you bring yourself closer to him. Together, you bask in the magic of the moment, reveling in the knowledge that you have found a love that is worth fighting for.

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Blood is Thicker than Ooze | Chapter Eleven

Word Count: 4452 Warnings: Bad Parent Draxum, Hurt Donatello, Unreliable narrator, Psychological abuse, Separated Donnie AU, child abuse, murder Description: Purple is the son of Draxum, a great warrior alchemist. With his help, Draxum will eradicate the prophesied human threat, and restore yōkai to the surface. Purple doesn’t understand why these three turtles are trying to stop them.

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Raph almost had him.

He could’ve sworn the tips of his fingers brushed against the purple turtle’s skin, but he was too late. The portal sucked him in, and Purple was gone. He crashed down onto the pavement and groaned from the pain that coursed through his body.

“I swear to Pizza Supreme in the sky, that wasn’t me,” Leo exclaimed as Raph pushed himself up from the ground.

“I had so many more questions….” Raph sighed, dusting himself off. If he had just used his mystic ability, maybe he could’ve reached them in time. Stupid!

“He’s our brother,” Mikey said quietly before smiling wide. “And Lou Jitsu’s our dad.”

“First off,” Leo used Mikey to lean against, “turtle man is not our brother. Second off, HOLY SHIT!”

“Why does Lou Jitsu qualify as our dad, but he’s not our brother?” Mikey pushed the older turtle off of him, his expression telling Raph that the youngest of them was annoyed and upset.

“Uh, because Lou Jitsu has never tried to kill us,” Leo deadpanned after stumbling to regain his footing. “And because we actually like Lou Jitsu.”

“We don’t know him!” Mikey exclaimed, but before he could continue his thought, Leo interrupted.

“Exactly!” Leo cried and threw up his arms. “We don’t! He could be a psychopath, for all we know!”

“Or he could be hurting,” Raph murmured, regret causing his shoulders to slump. If I had been faster… “He’s just a kid. He’s… like us.”

Leo looked down at his feet, his toes digging into the ground, his brow knit in deep thought. Raph put a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, causing the blue-masked turtle to look up in surprise and perplexity.

“Why are you so…” Raph waved a hand in the air, searching for the word. “So… opposed to him being our brother?”

Leo bit his lip and looked at Mikey with worry in his eyes. He hung his head, sighed, and looked back up at Raph with a hurt and confused look in his eyes. “If he’s our brother… If he truly was mutated alongside us… then why did Splinter leave him behind?”

The question hung in the air and seemed to damper all of their emotions. Raph knew it was a serious question- one he hadn’t thought about before now.

He knew Splinter wasn’t the best father. He knew he spent much of his time on the couch watching TV instead of spending time with his sons. But Raph also knew that Splinter tried his best with the hand he was dealt. TV was his outlet, just like training and fighting was Raph’s, or Leo’s was reading comics. Dad had his own issues he struggled with, and he’d been given three turtle toddlers to raise on his own as a newly mutated rat.

But would he leave a child behind? Raph thought the answer was no, not in a million years. But Purple changed everything.

Raph sighed and looked to his brothers. “We need to talk to Dad.”

“We are the Foot Clan,” Foot Lieutanent explained as Foot Clan members led them down a seemingly never-ending staircase below their headquarters: the Foot Shack. Candles lined each step of the stairs, and Purple appreciated the ambiance and evil flare of the lair. He took mental notes for his room. “For generations, we have strived to bring back our leader, the Shredder. If we can reunite all the Dark Armor pieces, then the wearer will gain immense power.”

“And this power… can be mine?” Father asked as the two Foot Clan leaders led them down a pathway.

The lair had four platforms, each being surrounded by candles that flickered with a flame. Stairs led up each platform, with the fourth platform being raised higher than the rest. It looked like a giant stalagmite that had been flatted. A large stalagtite hung from the roof of the cave, spikes daring to fall onto them. The fourth platform’s centerpiece was guarded by large stalagmites. In the middle were the beginnings of an armour set.

“Yes,” The Foot Clan leader said with a mischievous grin. “It can all be yours.”

Purple looked up at his father, who looked pleased and ready to shake their hand. But the turtle spoke up, unconvinced of their goals. “Aren’t you two human?” He asked, pointing to the both of them. “Why are you helping us eradicate your kind?”

Father glared at him, his gaze icy cold. It made his own heart frozen with guilt and shame. “Ignore my creation,” he said lowly, putting a hand on Purple’s head. He pressed down on him, causing him to shrink into his shell. “He’s arrogant and has no manners. Just like his brothers, he speaks too much,” Father huffed and rolled his eyes. “Always blabbering on about this or that.”

“It seems all the turtles are the same,” Foot Lieutenant chuckled, his voice raspy. Purple hated his voice. It seemed to scratch his brain but in an unpleasant way. “We are altered humans. We have ascended the ranks of the Foot Clan and been blessed by our ancestors: the Krang. We are no longer human. We are better.”

The large yōkai removed his hand, and Purple was able to pop his head back out. Father gave him a fierce stare, and Purple wanted to put his head back into his shell.

“Maybe you should get a muzzle for him,” Foot Lieutenant said. Purple wasn’t the best at deciphering tone, but it was clear to him that the altered human was joking. But Father went quiet and looked like he was giving it serious consideration.

Purple shook his head, trying to grab his father’s attention without saying a word. I can be quiet; he silently told his father. I can be good. I don’t need the muzzle. It’s so hard to breathe in…

“Tell me more about this… Dark Amour,” Father requested, walking alongside the altered humans. Purple scurried along, trying to keep up despite the dread that pooled in his stomach.

“It was a gift from the Krang to the first leader of the Foot Clan,” Foot Lieutenant explained. “It has the power of a million warriors.”

“Then why hasn’t the Earth been destroyed?” Father questioned, his tone holding a hint of doubt and concern.

“Because the Hamato Clan defeated the Shredder, and the armor pieces scattered. But the Foot Clan continues to search for the pieces tirelessly. With your help, we could re-assemble the armor.” The Foot Lieutanent smiled wickedly. “The Hamato Clan is dead now. We need not worry about them. With the armor, you could flatten towns, destroy cities… All that power will be yours.”

“A brand new slate for the yōkai,” Father agreed with a hum.

A shiver ran down Purple’s spine. If he’ll be able to do all that… he thought, would he even need me? Purple opened his mouth to speak up, but it felt like nothing could come out. Stay silent, idiot.

“We’ll ally with you,” Father decided and extended a hand, which Foot Lieutanent took and shook. The deal had been made, and there was no turning back.

“Now, we have a few images of what some of the armor pieces look like. But we do require your assistance with one other thing. We need something that can find and detect the Dark Armor pieces,” The Foot Lieutenant said. “I’m sure someone with your expertise would be able to create such a device.”

“I will not waste my time on that,” Father snorted, seemingly offended by the proposition. Purple tripped forward as his creator pushed him into the spotlight. “My son will create that for you. He is an inventor; He takes after me.”

“Ah,” Foot Lieutanent hummed with an amused smile. “A future warring warrior scientist.”

Father laughed in response and shook his head. “I’m not quite so sure about the warrior part.”

Purple frowned with confusion. Hadn’t he just told him he was good? “You said I was better than the other turtles.”

“You are better than them now,” Father corrected, not looking at him. “They are weak because they have not unlocked their full potential.”

“What about me?” He asked eagerly. “When will I reach my full potential?”

“As far as I’ve seen?” Father mused, patting the softshell’s head. “You’ve already reached your full potential.”

My best is their average, Purple realized, the hope for approval that had burned in his heart snuffed out. My best isn’t good enough.

“I’ll… I’ll work on the Mystic Metal Detection Device as soon as possible,” Purple murmured, his chest feeling hollow and devoid of emotion. He just felt numb and empty—a husk. You’ll get over it.

Creating the device was easy enough. A mix of Mystic Crystals and some of his tech wielded results that could detect mystic energy and even be fine-tuned to focus on specific kinds of mystic energy. He implemented the device into his goggles.

He’d been tasked to find some of the missing mystic armor pieces and roamed the streets of New York in human form in hopes of finding some. While the pieces had been scattered worldwide, Purple was focused on New York today. Foot Clan members worldwide worked tirelessly to search for the other armor pieces, all of which had his new Mystic Metal Detection Device, or MMDD for short. They could focus their efforts there, while Purple concentrated on the city above his home.

Purple flipped down his goggles on his face as he roamed the streets, his gaze moving every, each way as he scanned the world around him. He would most certainly need to make a more efficient way to do this- he hated the sunlight. He was used to living underground, after all.

He was scanning each building, each person, each car… everything within his sight was scanned and searched, but he was having no luck so far.

“You should’ve implemented it into me,” Shelldon grumbled beside him. “I could do this much faster.”

“Well, too bad,” Purple snapped back under his breath, trying to not draw attention to the fact that he was talking to a flying robot. “This is supposed to be my job, not yours.”

“This is supposed to be my job, not yours,” Shelldon mocked, rolling his robotic eyes. He rolled over in the air, before swooping down in front of him, blocking his path. “Will Draxum really care if I help? I don’t think he even knows I have sentience. He’ll just think of me as another one of your inventions.”

“Yeah,” Purple agreed with a sigh, maneuvering past him. “He’s just busy. I’ll tell him soon about you- he’ll be ecstatic!”

“Will he be mad you didn’t tell him?” Shelldon asked.

Purple hesitated, unsure of the answer. Maybe? He thought, anxiety gripping his heart and making his legs shake with fear. “What if he is?” He said, pulling himself to the side of the pavement to get out of the way of crowded humans. “What if he’s mad?”

“He isn’t yet,” Shelldon pointed out, lightly bumping into him. “You don’t have to tell him.”

“What if he finds out?” Purple held his breath, trying to grasp any ounce of oxygen he could. “He’s gonna be so mad- I don’t want that. That can’t happen.”

“Then it won’t,” Shelldon promised. His eyes were never meant to hold the emotions that Purple couldn’t understand, but now they held intense care and love for the turtle that Purple was unfamiliar with. He pulled the robot to him, hugging him close to his chest.

“Thank you,” He murmured. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’re my friend, Purple,” Shelldon said.

Purple sighed and let the robot go, looking at his gray, metallic square form. An idea popped into his mind as he perked up. “I’ll give you the MMDD and a few new upgrades, too.”

“Sweeet,” Shelldon said, doing a twirl in the air. “Now, we gonna find that mystic metal or what?”

There were many hidden places on the surface. Some yōkai were banished from the Hidden City or simply didn’t wish to live there. But due to the nature of their species being wildly different than humans, they were forced to conceal themselves if they wanted to live on the surface.

Magic was used to cloak houses, establishments, and more. With his goggles, Purple could even see through cloaking broaches and see a yōkai’s true form.

He watched as a squid yōkai walked into an alleyway, and was about to turn the other way when he caught the glimpse of them phasing through the brick wall. He paused, before approaching the wall. He pressed a hand against the wall, before falling forward when the wall allowed him to pass through. He stumbled in and was pleasantly met by the smell of freshly baked pizza and the sound of singing. The whole restaurant was filled with filled to the brim with yōkai enjoying their meals as well as entertainers on stage giving a performance.

“Welcome, welcome!” A yōkai cheered, approaching him with a joyful smile. He was a skeleton, but he still could be expressive despite his lack of skin. “My name is Señior Hueso. I don’t remember seeing you here before, chico. Is this your first time?”

“Uh,” He hesitated, still taking in his new surroundings. There were humans there- and not yōkais in disguise. They were sitting at tables, drinking and laughing and chatting with yōkai of all sizes. It surprised and disgusted him. Weren’t they afraid?

“Your kind are welcome here,” The skeleton yōkai said, placing a hand on the disguised turtle’s shoulder. “Pizza lovers come in all shapes. We are yōkai- do not be afraid.”

“I’m a yōkai,” Purple said, rolling his eyes. “I’m just surprised there are humans here.”

“Everyone is welcome,” Señior Hueso said. He continued to smile, but there was a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “Everyone but those who do not share those same open minded views. You may remove your disguise here. No one will judge. Now, would you like to order?”

“I wouldn’t fit in here,” Purple quickly lied. “If I took off the cloak, your establishment would be totalled.”

“Ah,” Hueso hummed in acknowledgement. “Then please don’t. You are still welcome here in whatever form you take. Now, your order?”

“I…” Purple hesitated, struck with anxiety. He wished Shelldon was here, but it would take a while for his software to update so he could incorporate the new MMDD software, so he wasn’t here. “...I’m lactose intolerant.”

“Oh! No worries. We have many customers like that. We have a lactose free option,” Hueso waved a bony hand. “My son is lactose intolerant, too.”

“That’s… nice,” Purple nodded. He just wanted this conversation to end. “I would like a slice of plain cheese pizza.”

Hueso gave him a thumb up before leading him to a booth, which he sat in alone. He had eaten pizza before. He’d eaten lots of things before. But he scarcley went to restaurants, and it was even rarer that he ate at a restaurant.

He found that it wasn’t unpleasant. It was loud, sure, but it was lively. He turned on the noise cancelling feature on his goggle-headphones, and enjoyed the soft cushion he sat in.

He took out his phone and began to play a mindless mobile game. Before long, Hueso came back with a slice of pizza and served it to him along with a water.

“If you’d like something else to drink, just ask,” Hueso offered. He was about to walk away, but something glinted in the light and caught Purple’s attention.

“What’s that?” He asked, pointing to a black handle that sat in his apron pocket.

Hueso paused, confused by Purple’s question. He looked at where Purple was pointing, and observed the handle with curiously. He took it out of the pocket, giving Purple a better view. “My pizza cutter?”

The pizza cutter was jeweled and glittery. It was a little unflattering, to Purple, considering the clashing of colors. But through his goggles’ lenses, he could see that it glowed with a mystic energy that resembled the other pieces of the Dark Armour.

It can disguise itself and take different forms, he recalled. “Can I trade you for it? I also have money.”

“What? No,” Hueso said, his eyes narrowed. “This was given to me by my late father. It is priceless.”

“Are you sure?” Purple pushed the goggles off his face, leaning forward with determination. “I can make you an even better pizza cutter. I can fix your ovens- or upgrade them! I can make it so it cooks your pizzas faster and better. I’m an inventor. Whatever you want, I can make.”

“All of that,” Hueso questioned and waved the pizza cutter in his face, “for this?”

“Yes!” Purple exclaimed, reaching out for it. But Hueso pulled away, huffing with indignation.

“Nothing you could offer would be worth it,” Hueso stated. He had the same expression that Father had when he meant ‘This decision is final. Don’t argue or you’ll regret it.’

He sighed and pulled away, and Hueso moved along. Purple ate his pizza in silent contemplation, trying to think of a way to take the pizza cutter without detection.

An idea struck him. He began to plan.

New York at night was beautiful. There was no difference between night and day in the Hidden City besides what the clock dictated time to be. But on the surface, the sky could tell you.

Purple’s favorite thing about the surface had to be the sky. The way the sun reflected onto the clouds, how the sky changed from blue to purple to orange and to red, until the moon rose in the night and claimed the sky as its own.

The blanket of black was incredible and serene. Quiet. Purple had seen pictures of the night sky on the internet, but he wasn’t sure it could ever compare to the genuine sight. Although, Purple had assumed that he might be able to see the stars just like in the pictures he’d seen. But maybe the reason they could be seen was because of the camera- or maybe those tiny dots weren’t stars at all, but street lights.

Either way, the moon was his favorite thing in the world. The moon, tonight, was a waxing gibbious. The light of the moon was magnificent, and Purple could stare at it for hours. He wanted to study it, to learn its secrets. To understand how each crater was formed, and how, through all the thousands of years, it had stood there, allowing the inhabitants of the Earth to view its beauty.

Maybe when they’d taken over the surface again, he’d be allowed a room on the highest floor of a house, with roof access so he could gaze at the stars all he liked.

But he wasn’t here for the sky. He was here for a piece of the Dark Armour, hidden in the shape of the handle of a pizza cutter within Run of the Mill Pizza.

The portal to the restaurant had since been closed, but Purple was able to use an illegal method to force the portal open. He entered the pizza place, silent as he could be. He removed his human disguise and stalked through the restaurant, goggles flipped down so he could scan the place.

He was able to quickly locate the pizza cutter, safely tucked away in a safe within the kitchen. Purple could understand why the yōkai might hold the pizza cutter so dear. He, himself, would do anything to protect the few gifts his father had given him over the years. But now, he needed that pizza cutter. So he would ignore his sympathy for the man and take what his father rightfully deserved.

Carefully, he was able to find his way to the safe without making a sound. He crouched by the safe, his heart thudding in his chest wildly. He couldn’t get caught. His goggles began to do its work, analyzing the 4 digit code the safe required. After a minute or two, the goggles gave him the code: 2663. He entered the digits into the keypad, and silently congratulated himself when he was able to swing the door open without problem. He snatched the pizza cutter, and made his way out of the pizzeria.

Father would be so proud of him.

“It’s a pizza cutter.”

Father seemed unimpressed by what Purple had presented to him. Purple had called him to meet him in the Foot Shack because he had found a piece of the armour. He had hoped he’d be more… excited. Stupid. You think you’re so impressive.

“The handle is a piece of the Dark Armour,” Purple explained as he and his father made their way down the staircase of the Foot Clan’s lair. “The Hamato Clan enchanted the pieces so it would be easier to conceal from the Foot Clan. It took the shape of a pizza cutter in a yōkai’s pizzeria.”

Father took it from Purple’s hands, and inspected it thoroughly. “It’s interesting what magic can do,” Father mused.

“I do love the jewels on it,” Huginn agreed. “Oh! Boss, can we get the bed lined with gems like these?”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Muninn nodded his head, peering over to get a closer look at the pizza cutter. “I want my side to be emerald.”

“We’re not wasting precious money and resources on your fucking dog bed,” Father sneered, batting Muninn’s muzzle away.

“Can we at least get separate beds?” Huginn pleaded. “I do not want to spend another night with Muninn’s feet in my face.”

“I don’t do that!” Muninn protested. “You’re the one who snores and keeps me up all night!”

“Oh, yeah? Well, you-”

“SILENCE,” Father roared, his voice echoing in the chambers. It caused the both gargoyles to go still and close their mouths.

Purple could understand the gargoyles’ wish to sleep in a separate bed. When he was younger, he’d had to sleep with the two of them in the dog bed. As he got bigger, too big to fit the three of them in the cramped bed, Father had gotten him his own dog bed. They were cheaper than mattresses as well as softer. He even got a blanket and pillow, which was nice.

His Father was a very generous yōkai, as well as efficient and conservative. He tried to save every penny he had. Purple respected him for it.

Father approached the looming Dark Armour. It was still in it’s early stages, with many of the pieces remaining missing. But with each new piece, Purple could see it grow into something far more menacing than he could have ever imagined.

Father tore the handle from the blade, and held it up to the Dark Armour. The piece began to glow gloriously and violently vibrate, before a whoosh of sudden force caused Father to release the piece. It connected instantly to the rest of the armour, finding it’s place within the chestplate.

A wave of power struck the lair, all of the candles flickering out. Purple could feel the cave shake from the force of the wave, and Purple feared it might collapse onto them. But it held, and soon the shaking stopped.

“You have done well today, Purple,” Father praised, turning to his son with a grin. “But there is much more work to be done.”

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