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officiallyashley · 1 year

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Higeki 悲劇 (. tmnt 2003 .)

SUMMARY: Tragedy strikes in the midst of a battle with Shredder.

NOTES: I haven’t finished rewatching the TMNT 2003 show yet (I’m on season five for some context), so I’m just going to go with whatever comes into my head. You know, creative liberties. Also, heads up: I’m gonna make this darker than usual (I mean the 2003 show can get pretty dark, so, uh, there’s that.). Also, I hope that the Japanese translation of the title is correct lol 😝 Enjoy!

WARNINGS: mentions of graphic injuries, character death scene, implications of PTSD, mentions of pregnancy.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲, 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

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THE SCENE WAS A BLOODBATH.

The turtles and the kunoichis knew that this battle could be where they could take the hardest loss they may ever take. This wasn’t going to be easy, nor would anyone come out of this fight unscathed. It didn’t take very long into the fight against Shredder for the turtles and kunoichis to start to gain injuries after injuries. Even though throughout the whole fight with Shredder and his henchmen the skilled ninjas were getting beaten black and blue, they still kept up. Their sheer strength in numbers and their determination to win were what made them persist through all of the pain.

This was guaranteed to be the most challenging fight that the Hamato family had ever been in, but they were extremely determined to end this long-time feud.

Ashley finished up a battle with one of the Foot ninjas. She used her twin jitte to inflict a gruesome slash on the Foot ninja’s torso. Blood started to pour from the gaping wound. The Foot ninja stumbled for a bit before Ash made her move. With a small grunt, the brunette roundhouse kicked the last Foot ninja to the ground. She watched as the Foot ninja was sent flying into another Foot soldier that Raphael was fighting by how powerful her kick was. Both Foot ninjas weren’t a problem anymore.

Ashley breathed heavily. She was covered in dirt and grime and sweat. She was covered in bruises and superficial wounds. Her shoulder-length brunette hair was frizzy and matted because of how much she was fighting. Her adrenaline rush was still at an all-time high.

“Nice one, babe,” Raph complimented tiredly, walking over to his girlfriend.

“Thanks, honey,” Ash said, spitting out some blood onto the ground beside her. She haphazardly wiped the blood from her mouth with her sleeve, but all it did was smear it from her chin up to her cheek, “but we’re not done yet. We still have that fucker to take care of!”

“Then let’s meet up with the rest of the team and end this once and for all!” Raph smirked.

Ash nodded in response. The two of them made their way back to Leo and the others. Once the couple arrived at the main battlefield, they realized that they made it just in time. “Looks like we made it at just the right time,” Ash commented.

“Yup. Seems like it.” Raph affirmed. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Ash responded as she loosened up her shoulders.

Soon after Raph and Ash arrived at the main battle center, it wasn’t long before the altercation happened. Everyone was beyond nervous— how was this going to go? This was the battle of their life. If the turtles and the kunoichis were victorious today, then they would finally have peace from the Shredder and all of his evil deeds. They could put their past behind them and move on to a brighter future without the deeds of Shredder hovering over them.

As the fighting went on, the teenagers recognized that this collision didn’t have a predictable course. One minute the turtles and kunoichis would be at the advantage, then before they knew it, Shredder would have the upper hand. It was incredibly frustrating to be so close to victory, only for that possibility to be stripped from them until they gained their favorable chance.

“Damn!” Donnie cursed harshly, feeling the sharp stinging from the gash on his leg. The wound on his right leg was more than a cut— it was so deep it was going to leave a gnarly scar. He used his bo-staff to help him stand the best he could.

“We’ve tried everything we could, dudes!” Mikey exclaimed. His tone of voice held immense exhaustion with an edge of desperation.

“We can’t give up! There has to be something to get this guy down!” Alex mentioned while she felt the tiredness wash over her body. Her head was pounding mercilessly against her head, a drawback of overusing her psychic abilities.

Ash didn’t say anything. She was too busy thinking about her strategy. She didn’t have much energy left to use a more intense and potent attack, so she hoped that simpler attacks would be just as effective. That’s what everyone had to do— hope. Hope that everything went smoothly and that events led to their desired reality. I don’t have a lot of energy left, but I think I could shock him with a strong surge of lightning and strike him from behind. Ashley thought. There was a heavy sense of dread and anxiety solidifying in the pit of her stomach. She bit her chapped and bloody lips. That’s when Ash spotted something.

Ashley noticed that there was an open wound on Shredder’s neck thanks to a successful attack on Leonardo’s part. Ash knew that if that vulnerable part was punctured even more, then it would be a game over for the Shredder. The malicious bitch would most likely bleed out, The brunette surmised, It would be a slow and painful death for him. That’s fitting and well-deserved for an asshole like Shredder. Ashley felt her adrenaline spike up even higher if it even could spike up higher than it already was. Ashley knew that she had to take this chance. Even if Leo hadn’t given any specific orders yet, this could be the final blow. If Ash succeeded in her attack, then she, along with her family, would be able to be free from Shredder’s wrath.

Ash gave herself a big deep breath before exhaling softly. She prepared herself for what she was about to do. Gripping the twin jittes that she received from Master Splinter, Ash closed her light lavender-grey eyes and focused as much as she could despite the strong pain of her injuries. There was the faint sound of crackling coming from the navy night sky. Ash began levitating in the air, her lavender-grey hues disappearing under a thick color of pearl white.

All of a sudden, there was an extremely loud booming noise. Ash had let an immensely powerful and intense surge of lightning rain down on the Shredder. Shredder was paralyzed and distracted by Ash’s move. “Everyone, throw whatever you have left in you at this dick! Now’s your chance!” Ash instructed seriously, her voice distorted because of her powers.

With that, they did what the brunette told them to. Everyone started charging at their enemy, taking whatever chance that they got to inflict any sort of damage on Shredder. Ash narrowed her white eyes, seeing her chance. Seeing that Leo and Raph had Shredder’s attention on them, Ash struck. She then, while still in the air, rushed towards the gaping and unprotected injury on the enemy’s neck. Letting out a battle cry, Ash charged at Shredder.

Shredder heard Ash’s battle cry, and he quickly and effectively disarmed Raph and kicked him aside. While blocking Leonardo using one of his tekko-kagis, Shredder used the other, now free, arm to attack Ash before she could stab him. Ash froze. In fact, everyone on the battlefield froze. They couldn’t believe what they saw. Alex wanted to puke at the sight, and she did, having Donnie comfort her at her side.

They saw Shredder stab Ashley in the torso with his second tekko-kagi, lifting her up in the air for all of her family to see. It didn’t take the brunette very long to feel the sharpness and stinging pains from her two stab wounds on her torso. Ash felt her grip on her twin jittes begin to weaken. The raging storm clouds in the dark night sky dissipated, and the lavender-grey color of her eyes returned. Ash jerks and spits up blood, and everyone on the battlefield is frozen at the sight.

Alex and Mikey gasped in horror, while Donnie, Leo, and Raph were looking at the scene in front of them with gaping mouths. Alex, Mikey, and Raph had tears prick their eyes. Ashley gritted her teeth at the pain, feeling her body slide down Shredder’s blades more. Ash dropped her maroon twin jittes to the ground, seeing the steam emitting off of Shredder’s skin from her lightning attack moments earlier. She even felt the blades that were protruding from her burn her. Ash threw up more blood, her blood and Shredder’s mixing together like streams of blood fell down his blades and arm, all the way to his shoulder.

“ASHLEY!!!!” The turtles and Alex exclaimed in shock and fright.

Ashley smirked cunningly, a small and dull glint in her eyes.

“What are you smirking about, brat?” Shredder demanded bitterly, his gaze piercing and jagged.

“Oh, nothing,” Ash said weakly, but confidently, “it’s just that… karma’s gonna bite ya in the ass.”

Shredder huffed in annoyance. He always thought that Ashley Singh was one of the worst thorns in his side. He grew tired and irritated at the sight of Ashley and her cocky smirk, so he tossed the brunette kunoichi to the side as if she was garbage. Ash was slung off of the blades by the sheer force of Shredder, and she crashed into the side of a brick building with a loud crack.

“Raph! Go get her!” Leo ordered loudly, fending off Shredder’s tekko-kagis before jumping back to create distance between them. They could tell that Shredder was getting close to the end of his limits. “We’ll hold him off for you!”

Raph scrambled to his feet, forgetting to retrieve his twin sais from the ground. Raph rushed to his girlfriend’s side, panickedly throwing bricks aside. He was seething with anger and rage, his heart heavy with anxiety and despondency. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! S-Sweetheart…” Raph choked on his tears, carefully looking her over. Ash was knocked out, and her wounds were incredibly severe. Raph didn’t know if Ash was going to make it out of this fight alive. “Baby? Baby, please, you have to wake up…” Raph mumbled heartbroken, treating Ash as if she was glass with how wary and discreet he was when moving Ash into his embrace. Raphael Hamato had never been this petrified in his entire life. His own girl, his whole world, had just taken a landing. A very brutal, harsh landing.

Everything was happening so fast. Raph didn’t even notice that Donnie, with the resources that he had at hand, had rushed to his brother and good friend’s side. Raph saw as Donnie tried to patch Ash up the best he could while Alex, Mikey, and Leo were finishing off the Shredder. Raph was absolutely terrified and scared. He didn’t want to feel this way. He wanted to be fighting their enemy with Ash. He wanted to hold her, touch her, kiss her, and hang out with her. They shouldn’t be fighting the Shredder. This fight shouldn’t be going the way it was going.

Raph was snapped out of his trance-like state when he heard Ashley coughing harshly. He had tuned out everything once he witnessed the love of his life getting stabbed right in front of him and his family. “Ashley, sweetheart,” Raph’s voice trembled in fear as tears of trauma poured from his eyes, “I’m here. I’m here.”

“Raph…” Ash muttered sorely as Donnie kept tending to her injuries, “Donnie…”

“Ashley, we’re gonna get you home soon, okay?” Donnie spoke up in the midst of his nursing. “Stay with us, Ash. Stay with us.”

“Yeah… you got it…” Ash weakly grinned, giving the purple-clad turtle a thumbs up.

“Yer strong, babe, yer gonna pull through,” Raph whispered, his voice still shaking.

“Hey, Raph…?” Donnie murmured, trying his best for Ash not to hear him.

Raph turned towards his brother, tears streaming down his face. “Yeah, Don?” The red-clad turtle inquired tearfully. He held Ash in his arms, holding her gently.

“I-I don’t know how to say this. I don’t want to say this… but…” Donnie exhaled a shaky breath, “I-I don’t have enough resources…”

Raphael’s heart sank. He knew what his brother was implying. He didn’t want to believe what reality was becoming. “Donatello… please… don’t say wh-what yer about to say…” Raph whispered brokenly.

“Raph, w-we need t-to make Ashley comfortable…” Donnie said hurtfully, tears pricking his eyes.

Raph narrowed his eyes. More tears kept cascading down his cheeks when he heard what his brother said. “N-No! DONATELLO, YOU BETTER BE FUCKING LYING!” Raphael roared out of heartache and torture.

“Raphael, I’m so sorry, b-but…” Donnie trailed off for a second, choking on his tears, “I don’t have the immediate resources here with me, and we don’t have enough time to get her back to the lair to operate. I’ve used up every medical equipment that we brought on Ash.” Donnie explained painfully, the tears running down his face.

“What about Harley?! HARLEY NEEDS HER MOTHER BY HER SIDE!” Raph cried out loudly, clenching his fists, “Our little girl can’t go through life without her mother!”

“Raph…” Donnie whispered, not knowing what else to say to his brother.

Before Raph could say anything more, they heard footsteps coming from behind them. It was Leo, Mikey, and Alex heading over to where Ash, Raph, and Donnie were. “It’s over. Shredder is no more.” Leonardo stated seriously.

“Yeah, Leo kicked Shredder’s ass!” Mikey exclaimed.

“Th-That’s… good to hear…” Ash piped up, her voice fragile and cracking, “that bastard finally fucking croaked.”

“Ash!” Alex collapsed at Raph’s side, observing her best friend’s horrific state. Alexandria started to sob along with Mikey. Leo, deep in his heart, knew that Ash wasn’t going to make it. “A-Ashley… what have I told you about b-being r-reckless in battle…?!”

“Al, I saw my chance…” Ash coughed up more blood in her lap, “and I took it…”

Donnie put his hand on Alex’s shoulder, a sign that Alex understood. Alex got up from Raph’s side, and she took a step back to give the couple some space. Alex continued to sob in her boyfriend’s arms. Donnie embraced his girlfriend back, both of them not taking their eyes off of Ashley. Mikey hugged Leo’s arm for comfort— a comfort that he didn’t get.

“Babe, babe, yer gonna make it! Ya have to! For me, for Harley, for us!” Raph said, his voice rising.

“Raphie…” Ash smiled, her emotional pain showing through her smile, “I-I think Donnie’s right.”

“Stop it, woman! Yer lying! Ya always tell me that ya won’t go down without a fight, th-that ya won’t give up so easily!” Raph’s voice shattered as he felt his lover’s blood soak through her bandages and onto his legs. “Yer so strong! Ya make me so much stronger every day just knowing yer by my side! S-So don’t… don’t give in… please!”

Ashley began to cry with her family. She began to hiccup through her speech, and she kept the same saddened smile on her face. “R-Raphael, this i-isn’t going to be easy. I don’t wanna go, either. I wanna be with you guys and our daughter for the rest of my life, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen… I’ve… I’ve lost too much blood.” Ash mumbled breathlessly, racking with sobs.

“Ashley…”

“I still have some things to say, Raph. Alex, never stop being the Mama Bear of the group. You’re s-so kind… and c-caring. Don’t ever lose that side of you. Donnie, you’re… incredibly intelligent and bright. That’s your strength, and with Alex by your side, I-I know that you’ll be just fine.” The brunette woman coughed harshly once again before continuing her speech, “Mikey… you’re so fun-loving, and you see the good in others. That’s something I have always admired about you because that’s incredibly hard for… me… to do myself. Never lose your spark. Leo, you’re an excellent leader. Don’t let your confidence falter. Stay calm and headstrong.”

“I will, Ashley. I will.” Leo whispered brokenly, comforting Mikey.

Ash smiled weakly at her leader. She turned to the love of her life, who continued to sob loudly. “Raphael, I love you so much. You’ve given me my sense of purpose in life. You gave me the opportunity to be a mother, even if it was for a short amount of time.” Ashley choked up on sobs for a minute before starting to talk again, “I’m eternally grateful for everything we’ve done together, for the best years of my life that you’ve given me…”

“A-Ashley…” Raph muttered, his lip trembling, “save yer breath… w-we’re gonna get ya to the lair…”

“Raphael, you and our family are the best things that have ever happened to me… Continue to stay strong for Harley, Raph, because she needs you. She needs all of you now more than ever.” Ash felt herself breathing slower and slower by the second. Her intuition told her that her time was almost up. She, with what little strength she had left in her, sat up and gave Raph a deep, passionate kiss. Raph kissed back immediately, tears running down both of their faces as they poured every ounce of emotion into their sign of affection. All of their pain and sorrow, love and endearment, gratitude and thankfulness— everything that the couple was feeling had gone into this one breathtaking kiss, this heartbreaking moment. Ash broke the kiss, wiping the tears from her lover’s cheeks. Her eyes held depression and love in their expression. “Stay strong, my hero in red. I love you…” Ash whispered softly, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Ash exhaled for the final time in her life, her eyes closing forever. Ashley Maggie Singh had lost her life in this battle.

Raph widened his eyes, sweating buckets. He felt his blood run ice cold. He was crying, sobbing harshly in the darkness around him. His breathing was rapid and shallow, not allowing himself a deep breath. He felt like his whole world had turned into hell. That was, until the sound of a box fan brought him back to reality, along with the sounds of giggling children outside of his door. Raph’s breathing slowed and steadied the best it could, but if anyone saw him now, they would be able to tell that something was bothering him.

Suddenly, his bedroom door opened. Raph quickly sat up in his bed. “Harley, Steele, Tessa, go get ready for your training with your Uncle Leo. I’ll be in here for a bit to check on your father.” Ashley instructed her children gently.

“Why do I have to? I can just train with Uncle Mikey later.” Harley objected to her mother’s orders sassily.

Ashley sighed tiredly. She was more irritable than usual, but that was forgiven due to her hormones being out of whack thanks to her pregnancy. “Harley, I’m very tired. Don’t test me or push my buttons. You’re training with your Uncle Leo. He has specific moves he wants to show you guys.” Ash said with exhaustion.

“But, Mama, I wanna—”

“Do what yer mother says, Harley. Don’t argue with her.” Raph spoke up groggily, pulling the covers off of him.

One look at her husband and Ashley knew that something was wrong. She surmised that he must’ve had a nightmare about an event of the past. That wouldn’t surprise her, as both she and Raph have been having these nightmares and sleeping issues since they were dealing with everything when they were seventeen. She looked at him empathetically, smiling sympathetically.

Harley huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. “Fine!” Harley then stormed off, taking her four-year brother and sister with her. The parents watched as the little brunette girl and the two turtles walked away to do what their mother told them to do.

Ashley exhaled sharply, walking over and sitting down on the bed next to Raph.

“You okay, Ash?” Raph asked quietly.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” They responded to their husband, “I’m just tired from walking around all day. I tire out easier now that I’m 30 weeks pregnant, but I would go through this all over again in order to see our new little girl.”

Raph smiled softly at her words, scooting closer to Ash. He began to rub Ash’s tummy gently as the brunette woman embraced him.

“Did you have another nightmare?” Ash asked.

Raph sighed heavily. “Yeah, I-I did…”

Ash brought him closer to them, hugging him tighter. “Do ya wanna talk about it?” They asked carefully.

Raph took a moment to compose himself. “We… we were fighting Shredder… you went to attack him, but he ended up stabbing ya with his tekko-kagis…” Raph trailed off, wiping a tear from his eye. “Even though Don tried his best to patch ya up, we all knew ya weren’t gonna make it. Ya ended up bleeding to death in my arms. Harley was left… without a mother…”

“Raphael…” Ash said softly, her voice cracking as tears pricked her eyes. “I’m so sorry you had that nightmare. I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave your side.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Raph said with a smile on his face. He then heard sniffling, and he looked at his wife. “Are you crying?”

Ash sniffled. “I’m sorry, honey, my hormones are outta whack.”

“Nah, don’t apologize, baby,” Raph said, kissing her tummy, “I love ya, buddy.” The twenty-four-year-old turtle whispered to the baby.

Ashley giggled happily at the sight. Raph was beyond relieved to hear from and see Ashley and the rest of their family. “I can’t believe yer 30 weeks already… the little squirt’s gonna be here soon,” Raph commented.

“Oh, yeah, it’s crazy to think I’m almost full term. Whitney Snow Hamato is going to be here before we know it, so we have a lot to look forward to!” Ashley conversed, “I’ll be by your side for all of it, love.”

Raph kissed Ash on the lips lovingly. Ashley smiled into her kiss, pulling Raph closer to deepen the kiss. They broke the kiss, Ash smiling warmly. Just as radiant as sunshine. “Are ya feeling better, honey?” Ash questioned.

Raph couldn’t help but smile along with his wife, too. Her smile was so angelic and beautiful to him. Ash was so angelic and beautiful to him. “Yeah, sweetheart, I am,” Raph replied softly.

Ashley kept her smile on her face, giggling warmly. She mentioned something to Raph about what was planned for the day before she left the room so he could do his morning routine. Raphael Hamato was the luckiest guy in the universe, and he knew that. With the family he had, his brothers and their kids, his wife and his kids— Raph couldn’t ever let that go.

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jadethest0ne · 3 years

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I know you're still making your way through 1987, but do you have a top 5/10 episodes so far? I've seen a good handful of 87!TMNT, but reading all your reactions to the eps have made me want to try and watch more of it, so I could use some recommendations. (Also I'm just curious to know which ones you like the best)

I'm only halfway through so far, but yeah, I could do that! I was just gushing about this series to some friends, so talking about my favorite episodes so far would be fun!

These aren't really in any particular order but here we go:

Season 1 - Just all of season 1 is a good start. It's 5 episodes in total, all telling a mostly self-contained storyline. I believe they weren't sure they'd get to do more than just this season, so it feels like it's own thing, while also doing a good job of introducing the characters and world.

S2E9 "Splinter no More" - What if Donnie found a retro mutagen and allowed Splinter to become Hamato Yoshi, once again? I like the focus on the relationship between Splinter and the turtles in this.

S3E4 "The Maltese Hamster" - This one's perhaps my favorite so far? It's kinda cliche and tropey, but it leans a bit angstier, and is the first time an episode focuses on one of the turtles on their own, which I really appreciated after most of the episodes mostly portraying them as a group. This one focuses on Donatello and is the basis for this art that I did.

S3E6 "The Old Swicheroo" - So, I hate body-swap episodes. This one can stay. Splinter and Shredder swap bodies.

S3E9 "Enter the Rat King" - The Rat King is so far my favorite secondary villain in this series and this is where he first appears. He's not really in most of it though, favoring a slow and creepy build-up to his appearance. I like the tone shift and slight mystery aspect of this one.

S3E15 "Take Me to Your Leader" - Leo doubts his abilities as leader, prompting each of the other 3 turtles trying their hand at leading. An interesting concept, executed quite well. Also refreshingly different from how I think other versions would handle it (for one, Raphael doesn't want to be leader).

S3E18 "Cowabunga Shredhead" - For the memes. This one is just plain funny.

"Casey Jones Outlaw Hero" and "Corporate Raiders from Dimension X" - The only Casey Jones episodes I've seen so far. He's so hilariously intense in this version. He also never removes his mask - even when he's fake-interviewing in a suit as part of a corporate espionage scheme.

S3E26 "Pizza by the Shred" - Michelangelo gets a job as a pizza delivery boy... but his boss is the Shredder. Kind of a fun episode. I put it in here mostly cuz I think it connects thematically well with "The Gang's All Here."

S3E28 "Beware the Lotus" - Not necessarily the best episode. I almost didn't include it. But I put it on here because Lotus was apparently somewhat of an inspiration for Karai in later incarnations. So if you want to see Karai, before Karai, then check this one out.

"Usagi Yojimbo" and "Usagi Come Home" - Not really necessary either, but if you like Stan Sakai's character, Miyamoto Usagi, then these episodes are for you. He's very sweet and soft-spoken, but a bit naive in this one.

S3E40 "The Gang's All Here" - To my knowledge this is the only instance in the entire franchise where one of the turtles turns human. I find this one really interesting because up until this point Michelangelo has shown hints of maybe wanting a normal human life, and he finally gets his wish in this one...

Ok, so this is more than just 5 episodes, but I was basically going through the episode lists and picking out the ones that stood out to me. If you want, you can also include the first and last few episodes of each season for more of a sense of continuity and for big climactic Krang-Technodrome fights, but other than that, you don't necessarily have to watch most '87 TMNT seasons in order (season 2 has a bit more structure, but so far seasons 3 and 4 don't). Hope this helps! Happy viewing!

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ownworldresident · 3 years

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We Are Our Own Heroes. Chapter Four: Tentative

Book: The Royal Romance, seven years post-TRR

Premise: Six years after a tragic loss, Liam and his adopted daughter meet Cassandra, an artist with her own troubled past, and the three find in each other the friend they never knew they needed.

Disclaimer: Setting and some characters belong to Pixelberry. I am just borrowing them and will return them when they feel better.

Themes: found family, (power of) friendship, healing

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Liam

“We’ve completed the background check you asked for, Sir.” Bastien announced from the door of Liam’s study. Liam sighed, and looked up.

“And?”

Bastien held up a manila folder. The guilt and uncertainty he felt mixed with relief at how thin it was.

“There is nothing to suggest Miss Rice has any harmful intentions.” He entered the study and placed the folder carefully on Liam’s desk. “She is Cordonian, originally from Portavira, studied fine arts and theatre abroad, and works as a temp and freelance ghostwriter for—”

“That’s enough, Bastien,” Liam interrupted. “I didn’t ask for this to pry into her private life. I just want to know whether I can trust her.” He winced at the double standard he was presenting; this wasn’t just curiosity, he reminded himself, it was assurance he and Emily would be safe. Blind trust wasn’t something he could afford.

“I believe so,” his bodyguard said, more conversationally. “Her only criminal records are parking tickets.”

Liam smiled. That was common enough. There were a lot of questions he would have liked answers to; where she had studied and why, what kind of art did she pursue, where was her family…

“Does she…” Liam’s brow creased as he considered the question, then mentally apologised to Cassie for the invasion. “Are there are partners or ex partners that could provide some risks?”

“None.” Bastien said, and when Liam looked up at him, his bodyguard shrugged.

Deciding not to pry further, Liam ended the discussion.

“If you believe she can be trusted, then I believe you.” Liam lifted the folder, removed the clips, and opened a cupboard to retrieve his shredder.

Cassie

Cassandra screamed.

The lonely peak she stood upon absorbed it and the sky answered with a sheet of lightning and close crack of thunder. Beyond the waves below the peak there was rain coming, and not a day too soon. The electricity in the heavy air vibrated through her very bones. She stamped her foot down on the craggy outcrop, balled her fists tight, and screamed again.

When the front hit, it was with a rush of cold air that buffeted her face. White peaks of the restless ocean splayed before her. They became dotted with heavy rain; she stared hard to commit the feeling and energy to memory, to burn it into her mind. There was so much anger there, but she didn't know whether it was her or the vengeance of the skies that conspired to keep her darkness.

The rain crested the peak, and for a lightning filled moment Cassandra raised her face to the broken skies with eyes shut and arms flung wide. Then thunder cracked around her, rolling against her ears, and, heart pounding, she fled.

By the time the world was awake, Cassie was heaving long breaths in front of her easel. The echo of the storm outside resonated on the canvas, with a vast expanse of swirling masses that floated at the edge of being distinguishable things.

She grinned, stepping back from her new painting. It was a story she was trying to tell, she was sure, and this part was more darkness in form than of it.

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Cassie

Above the main city were lines of terraces stacked up onside a low mountain. Parting the upper and lower levels was an open space more familiar to locals than tourists, overlooking the main city and the bay. Cassie stood at the edge of the cobbled space, lost to the world as she stared over her city. It wasn’t the pier or the outcrop, but the dark swirling storm was as beautiful here as it would be there. There were several perfect views here for painting, in fact. Lifting her hands to make a rough square with her thumbs and forefingers and squeezing one eye shut, she imagined the image captured from different angles. Too perfect. This might be a real place, but even the organic, eclectic mix of buildings with colourful rooves… set on a backdrop of a low grey sky… there wasn’t enough grit or imperfection to translate.

Leaning her elbows against the half wall, she tried to imagine the view with a fire or collapsed building, something to put more conflict in the image. That dream kept her occupied while she waited.

“Cassie!” A young voice she knew called out behind her, and she turned to see Emily running to meet her. The girl stopped a few feet away and Cassie stood to attention to salute her.

“Hey, Em,” she said as Emily saluted her in return, “I like your shirt.” She nodded at the image of an open ocean and a few clouds. Emily looked down, then up again.

“Thanks.” Emily turned back as Liam reached them, smiling when she saw that he was.

“I hope we didn’t keep you waiting.” He smiled, but his posture was stiff. Cassie wondered what was going on behind it. Maybe she was reading too far into things.

“Not at all,” she replied, energy closer to that of Emily than of Liam. “I arrived early anyway.”

“Good.” Liam lifted an arm to point down the street. “There’s a really nice café down this way. I thought we could get lunch? If the weather holds, we might be able to sit outside.”

“Sounds perfect.” Cassie kept an eye on Emily as they walked. She looked back every so often at her father. Liam didn’t seem phased by the habit, instead walking with an absent half smile for the first part of their walk.

“How was your week?” Cassie asked after a time, not sure where else to start. Liam exhaled, and turned to her.

“Busy,” he said, still smiling, and didn’t give her much more than that.

At the café, which was more of a restaurant, Emily chose a table beneath an outdoor awning. She bee-lined for the tree-shaded playground adjacent with the decisiveness of a child who played on her own a lot. Liam watched her for a moment, and Cassie noted the dark crescents beneath his eyes.

“Thank you for meeting us,” Liam said after a time, looking over at her. His smile was tired but a little more relaxed. It was an interesting study to watch them, Cassie thought, seeing how they interacted in public, and she wondered if they were much less guarded behind closed doors.

“I seem to remember me asking you first.” She stretched, warm in the sun. “I should be thanking you for reaching out.”

Liam laughed, short and genuine, then nodded. “Why did you reach out?”

“I like your daughter, and you seem nice.” Cassie shrugged, then grinned. “Why did you?” Saved from having to answer by the arrival of their food, Liam thanked the server, and called Emily over. When the ball of energy arrived and they started eating, Cassie found herself plagued by questions from her about what she did and who she was and offered as many answers as she could. When Emily discovered she was an artist, she became more interested in that than her food.

“Would you like to see some of my work?” Cassie asked, already pulling the ever-present sketchbook from her bag and handing it over. Emily reached for it, nodding profusely.

“Yes please!”

“Fingers.” Liam reminded her, and Emily glanced at her hands, wiped the sauce from them with a napkin, then took the sketchbook and started flipping through.

“I wish I could draw…” she commented absentmindedly as she flipped through the pages. Liam looked surprised, and Cassie wondered whether she had expressed that wish before.

“I could teach you, if you like,” she said, and Emily looked up, grinning.

“Thank you!” She glanced at her father, who nodded, smiling, then turned back to the pages. Liam began to speak but was cut off by Emily’s laugh.

“You drew Drake?” Emily looked up again, wide-eyed. Cassie shrugged. She had written the man’s name in the corner of the sketch.

“I met him at a bar the other day.”

“His face looks exactly right.” Emily lifted the page for Liam to see. “Doesn’t he?”

“Do you know him?” Cassie frowned as Liam inspected the page.

“Very well.”

“Are you dating him?” Emily’s innocent question caught her off-guard, and both of them sent her questioning looks, though Liam’s was tinged with amusement.

“Definitely not.” She reached for her coffee, then realised how forceful her answer had been, and added, “He seems like a nice guy, but no.”

Far from relaxing, Liam seemed even more surprised, and looked away from her when she caught his eye, which confused her. Had she given the wrong impression? If he was offended he would say something, she believed him frank enough for that. Maybe not in front of Emily.

As soon as the latter had finished her food and waited the several fidgety minutes that her father requested, she raced off to the playground again, scaling the climbing frame with ease and dancing across the top as if she’d been born there.

“Dating?” Cassie asked Liam for clarification.

“She gets some… interesting information from her school friends. And movies don’t help either.” He shrugged, but there was a little unease in his manner.

“Must bring up some interesting discussions.”

“Sometimes.” He smiled, then frowned, focused on something on Cassie’s shirt. “Your necklace.”

Cassie looked down to see that the small chain had come free from her shirt, and reached up to touch the smooth diamond shaped flag: black, grey, white and purple.

“Do you know it?”

“I do.” He smiled, nodded as if with some new understanding, and sat back.

Her orientation wasn’t something she had come prepared to openly discuss, so she was glad Liam was aware of the community. She tucked the flag back beneath her shirt and let the subject end there.

Left alone with Liam, it wasn’t lost on her that barely any of their conversation centred on him as a person. She had no trouble being open about most parts of herself, and they talked about general topics, but Liam only spoke of things she could discover easily enough in a newspaper, or seemed near inconsequential to disclose.

They parted in the middle of the afternoon, when Emily returned, exhausted, to bury her face in Liam’s side. Taking that as a queue to let the girl go home and rest, they walked back to where they had met up, Emily half leaning on Liam, though Cassie half suspected it was for dramatic effect.

Cassandra

Cassie spent the next few days busy and inspired, her confidence bolstered by her time with Liam and Emily. The large canvas was still blank, but she had moved it behind a couple of finished pieces and was focusing on the smaller ones, less daunted by it being empty. An overcast day had cast some more drama over the beach she frequented, and she had spent some time photographing it to paint at home and letting the salty wind and light rain sink into her to remember the feeling.

She didn’t see Liam at Emily’s training, but did see him at the game, and they had agreed to meet afterwards. Her team didn’t win, which left them a little downhearted after three straight victories but didn’t curb Cassie’s optimism. They left much less dejected, and while she packed up she ran through ways to help them in their next training session. Liam and Emily met her outside.

“Ready?” asked Liam, and the lower guard in his smile heightened Cassie’s spirits as she nodded in response. Emily dragged her feet, and Cassie knelt to face her.

“You tried your best, Em, right up till the end, and that takes a lot of courage.” She ducked her head a little to Emily’s tired, downcast face. “There will always be losses. What matters most is how we come back from them.”

Emily’s frown lifted into a tiny smile. “That’s what Dad said.”

Cassie looked up to Liam, whose eyes crinkled as he watched them. “That’s because your dad is a very wise man.” She stood. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” Emily turned back to Liam, smiling again.

“You too, Panda.” He turned toward the emptying car park. “Ready for that movie?”

Nodding, Emily started again toward the car.

“Wherever your mother is now, I’m sure she would be very proud.”

Cassie knew it was a mistake the moment she said it. Emily stopped, and though Cassie couldn’t see her face, she felt the shock. Liam schooled a patient expression, approached Emily and squeezed her hand. She looked up to him.

“Dad?”

“It’s okay, Emily.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, voice low and soothing. “I’m here.”

“I’m sorry.” Cassie clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes darting between the two as her heart dropped. “I shouldn’t have said… I’m sorry…”

Liam turned to her now. “Give us a few minutes?”

Cassie nodded, staying back from the two and wringing her hands. The mask of Emily’s father broke when they made eye contact and some of the pain seeped through. Familiar pain. Liam picked up his daughter and walked away.

The official story read that Emily was Liam’s god-daughter, and he had taken her in after her parents had died in an accident. It explained the hypersensitivity to loud noises Emily had displayed in the past and perhaps her need to keep Liam within her sight.

Around the time the media excitement had been dying down, Cassie arrived back from studying abroad. She had followed the attempt on Liam’s life, the ensuing turmoil, and a bit about Emily’s sudden appearance, but hadn’t realised how much Cordonia had been obsessed with it until she landed. It had seemed disproportionate to the tragic circumstance, confirmed when Liam gave a public statement reaffirming some facts and refuting a few less accurate reports, and requesting privacy. Cassie’s friend had been disappointed, but it had been a long time since they had spoken.

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nebula-jazz · 4 years

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Fictober prompt 28

ROTTMNT Donatello x reader

Note: Sorry I have been gone for so long! I have been wrapped up in school and I also know that this isn't my normal fandom... This is completely self indulgent because he popped on my feed on youtube and he was my first comfort character. And now I found ROTTMNT and I got hit in the face by my best friend on exactly my type... Intelligent, gremlin, cocky, and emotionally unavailable... So this is a complete callout to everyone who has the same type no matter the gender and please enjoy this drabble. And fully expect on several different fandom releases on Halloween including a oneshot for His World. But enough of my rambling! To the story!

You had been in quarantine for nearly an entire year and now your favorite month had been ruined by the hussle and the bustle of your closest aunt asking you to come to New York. Her explanation was that she was taken ill and she needed someone to look after the house and your youngest cousin April O’Neil, much to your distaste.

It was not that you hated your youngest cousin, opposite in fact you adored her, but you two never exactly saw eye to eye on most things. You two were so close up until about five or six years ago and then she changed and you felt as if for the worst. This change caused you both to drift apart.

Since she was your only friend and family member that got you; this distance caused you swirling into an unhealthy mind set. And you got caught up with the wrong people at the worst time in your life as your younger brother disappeared and your mom got distant.

Which lead you here, packing all research that you had gathered over the past few months since the shredder accident, your Bo staff, and other essential items. Taking the time to slide the delicate frames of your glasses up every few minutes. Your boss Baxter had called you a few minutes ago saying that he set you up an apartment and a plane to New York and expected you be ready for training with Rocksteady as soon as you landed. Thinking about it made you flinch.

Grabbing the metal case with your research, your duffel with clothes and toiletries, and your backpack filled with snacks your Bo and training clothes you headed down stairs. You kissed your mom on the head who was on the phone at the couch; gently leaving a large stack of cash that should last her awhile. You slipped out the front door and slid into a sleek car that Baxter had sent for you.

During the car ride you stayed silent, typing away at your computer, jotting down the breakthrew that you had made. Your specific specialty in his company was the idea of spirits and how to harness them, extract them, and even switch with them. Baxter had found out about you and what people and even yourself, at the time, believed as a silly project about four years ago. You had proven that spirits were real and that there was a possibility to do something with them.

He accelerated you through highschool and college, easily making you apart of a team and gave you everything that you needed for your research. You honestly didn’t care what he would do with it as soon as you had perfected everything in your now extensive project. All you cared about was getting your mom and brother back and he promised to keep the investigation open if you handed all research over to him as soon as you were done.

You barely slept on the plane. Fear creeping up your spine and turned your veins icey as you mulled over what was waiting for you when you landed. The training with Rocksteady was not normal. As he was a huge hog and the training was to get you faster, but it would inevitably end with a concussion and a broken bone as it normally would. Then Baxter would inject you with some green liquid that, yes would accelerate the healing process and you would no longer have any broken bones, but it would feel like your entire body was on fire and your back feeling like it was being ripped to shreds.

You eventually drifted into a fitful sleep. You felt like you had barely closed your eyes before you were woken up by the gentle but cold hand of Baxter. You were in a car now just outside of headquarters.

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“Oh MAh Gawd! Y/N! What happened to you?!” You winced at the worried yell that came from April. You had just gotten released from the lab and your head was pounding from the lack of food and water.

“Just a little scuffle just outside the office. Don’t worry about it.” You croaked out and offered a, what you hoped to be, a reassuring smile. You tried to swallow against the sandpapery walls of your throat.

You felt her soft but calloused hands cup your face as she looked at you. You winced as she prodded at the dark bruises on your jaw and forehead. She lead you to the kitchen where she started to clean the bruises and cuts up.

After several cups of water and an entire pizza, which you had devoured, she was now questioning you.

“So you are working for Baxter?” she asked, you gave her a quizzical look as you swallowed another bite of the second pizza that she had ordered. You had heard the slight tremor of fear in her voice and now it set you on edge.

“Yeah..” You answered slowly and pulled out your laptop. “He is funding my research. Take a look.”

You pushed the computer over and let her skim through the many pages of work as you dumbed down what she was reading.

“So... what you are saying is that you could put someone in a comatose state and do whatever you wanted to them but at the same time you can still talk to them in a spiritual state?” she summarized. With a soft smile you nodded, your eyes heavy from the long two days you had.

“However there are some side effects. With the trials that I ran at home it is extremely difficult to put them back in and more often than not their mind can completely erase one or multiple people from their memory. They will always remember the time they were, what I call, Ghost. There are still kinks in it but i'm pretty sure in this state there is a possibility to redirect this targeted amnesia to get rid of trauma.” You said excitedly.

She gave you a terrified look and excused herself and ran out the front door into the dim light of the dawn. You felt like you had been punched in the gut. Tears formed in your eyes and you fought down the urge to sob and throw up your food. You slammed the computer closed and stormed into the guest bedroom. You had honestly thought that she was going to be proud of you. She seemed genuinely excited about your research. But it was April, you shouldn’t have expected anything less from her.

A few weeks drifted by lazily and October was slipping through your fingertips. April was avoiding you, especially after you caught her in the act of trying to steal your laptop. So today, as a way to get away from the dreariness of the apartment and the fearful glances of April you were in the lab. You were in a loose hoodie and had a stack of pizza boxes next to you along with a large jug of water on your other side. You had just gotten done with another training session and were now working on a new test. it had gotten dark out and Rocksteady had volunteered for the new test.

You scraped your hand roughly through your hair in frustration as the program refused to start for the third time. You huffed in frustration, and looked up in alarm as the security alarms started to go off. You heard an explosion from behind you. Reaching down and grabbing your Bo you didn’t notice the jug being knocked over causing the computer to go haywire. You panicked as you tried to shut down the computer and the large machine pointed at whatever caused the explosion.

However you were too late to stop it from going off once you were able to press the emergency shut off just in time to prevent it from happening again. You heard a shout and roars from Rocksteady. you tried to reach for your more enhanced staff but were swiftly knocked out. All you saw as the world started to darken was green and a ghostly purple figure.

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That was a couple of days ago. You were now with 6 foot tall turtle ninjas. They had explained, with the help of April, what Baxter was going to do with your research. The person that you had shot was their brother Donatello. The genus out of the group who was allowing you to use his lab as you tried desperately to keep his body stable and fix his state with what little tools you had.

Your own paranoia had shot through the roof as any fast movement caused you to flinch very heavily. You and Donnie had found out that Baxter was injecting you with mutagen after a nightmare filled night caused wings to sprout from your back.

You stayed away from the other three turtles and only finding solace with Donatello. You both could ramble on and on about different projects you both were working on and the other would listen intently.

You hadn’t noticed how comfortable or how hard you had fallen until you reached the end stages of completing the ray that would make him right.

Neither of you two had noticed that you had started to flirt with each other. But everyone else knew and were eagerly waiting for him to return to normal. They were excited to see him finally kiss you and actually take you out on that date that he had been teasing you for a month with. April was happy to see you smiling again.

You didn’t realize how much you loved him or he you until you both were going over some of your note s to make sure everything was in order.

It was the end of November, just before thanksgiving. Donnie was excitedly telling you that he had been working on a surprise for you with Shelldon. That he wanted to give it you in person. And that he was excited to finally eat something instead of just watching everyone else eat. He was also rambling on how he was totally going to spar with you.

“i'm excited to finally get an infamous hug from you Don!” You chuckled barely paying attention to the notes and more on him. He laughed and he floated closer to you.

“I’m excited to give you one Angel.” he said cheekily. You glared lightly at him and the nickname that he gave you after your wings came to be.

You however stopped in your tracks as you read the small but major detail that you had mentioned to April all those weeks ago. The air ran from your lungs as a soft. “Oh.” escaped your lips.

“What?” he asked worried. He turned to the computer that had your notes on it and read through it and his face dropped. Tears welled in your eyes and the amount of hurt that ran through you was like that day that April ran.

And something inside of you knew, even as Donnie tried to think of anyone, anyone at all that he could possible forget, you knew it was going to be you. You stared at him tears running down your face and it was then you realized how hard you had fallen. And how much you will lose.

Two days before Thanksgiving was the day that was planned to fix him. You were in a room alone with his Ghost. You couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Here,” he said softly, and gestured for Shelldon to bring a small box forward. “This is for you... don’t open it until my eyes do.. ok?” He said leaning down and trying to catch your eye. You looked up at him, willing the tears back and smiled brightly.

“Will do Don! I will see you for that hug ok?” he smiles back softly and nods. He hovers his hand over your cheek, you lean into it until you feel the cool radiating off of him and you closed your eyes.

That unspoken ‘i love you’ rang through you head as you heard the machine wurr to life. You only stare at him as he floats by his sleeping body and you pray, you hope, and you plead to whatever god is listening. To allow you to have him, to allow him to remember you. As you slowly nod your head and you hear April press the button.

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You try to stifle the sobs in your throat as you hear him and his brothers enjoy their thanksgiving meal that April and you had prepared for them. He didn’t recognize you as you sobbed in happiness when you saw his eyes open. He thought of you as a threat.

You carefully pulled out the small box as Shelldon floated beside you. You looked at him and he bobbed his head in acknowledgement. Slowly opening it you tried to steady your shaking hands. Inside was a locket, a bit larger than one you would find in a jewelry store. You carefully opened the locket and you saw a picture that you had taken with ghost Donnie and the music box version of your both favorite techno song. Engraved on the other half was the french translation of I love you. A loud sob ripped its way from your throat as you clutched it to your chest.

Donnie was leaning against the wall closest to where you had ran off too. He was watching his brothers laugh and eat with their father and April. He had heard sniffling from the tunnel and quietly escaped the celebration to see where it had came from. He was surprised to see you covering your mouth and Shelldon with you. He was going to call to his creation until you had looked at Shelldon and pulled out a velvet box.

He waited a moment, watching you open it and something inside. He had to nod his head to the song that played. He did not expect the loud sob or the wail that came out of you next. He heard his brothers stop laughing and heard a soft.

“They opened it...”

“Yeah...”

“Poor Y/N... I can’t imagine.”

“Why can’t we tell him my sons?’

“Because he wouldn’t believe us.”

“Yeah! And he already distrusts Y/N... and they asked us not too.”

“A broken heart is something that can kill my children. Especially with a love that deep.”

Donnie didn’t hear anymore from his family. And confusion seeped into him. What happened while he was out?

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spacesuitsforemergency · 3 years

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Gracie’s Birth Day

A/N: Lol, the boys are absolutely useless and thank god Cora showed up when she did. And they refer to each other as girlfriends in this cause they get married later so yeah! Hope I got Cora’s character right!

“Dad, so help me god,” Lucy snapped as she glared up at her dad. “If you cook that chicken I’m going cook you.”

Remy glanced down at his very hostile and hormone filled daughter, who was sitting on the couch as he put away the groceries. He knew the smell of chicken specifically made her throw up, but damn.

“I won’t honey…Uh…is Cora coming over today?” He asked, deciding that wouldn’t be a question that would get her mad.

“Later. Right now she’s enjoying being able to walk without help.” Lucy grumbled. She wasn’t even mad at her girlfriend, just annoyed that walking was exhausting now with how big her belly was now. She was due to pop any day now, so she was very uncomfortable and irritated all the time rather than her usual sweet self.

Just then Eugene and Beau walked through the door, loudly arguing about something Lucy didn’t give two shits about to pay attention to. She rolled her eyes at their noise, but didn’t say anything as she went back to trying to read a new mother book that her dads had gotten her. She was right at the part about postpartum symptoms when she suddenly felt weird. Her stomach started to feel tight and started cramping, causing her to drop her book and gasp in pain at the sudden sharpness.

“Luc?” Eugene turned around to look at his sister, who was now doubled over (well, as best as she could with such a big stomach) in pain. “Oh my god. Are you leaking???”

“Honey? Are you okay?” Remy rushed over to her.

“I think…OW FUCK…I think it’s a contraction…”

“Oh shit. Oh damn. What do we do?” Beau started rambling. “Do we call an ambulance? No, we just drive you right? Do I need to call someone for you?”

“Hey!” Remy clapped for everyone’s attention. “Alright, I’m gonna get her into the car. Beau, go grab her duffel bag in her room. Eugene, call Kurt and tell him Willa needs to stay there with Anja for a bit. Then call Cora to let her know, and whoever else your sister wants.”

“I DON’T CARE JUST TAKE ME TO THE DAMN HOSPITAL.” Lucy shouted as the contraction started to calm down and she could relax.

After a chaotic trip to getting into the car, and of course a stupid traffic jam and having to wait for a room at the hospital, Lucy finally got into a delivery room and was now waiting for 1. Her girlfriend to show up and 2. For this baby to get out of her.

Beau was the only one panicking, he was constantly asking Lucy if she needed ice chips or anything, and he gasped at every time she got a contraction, which only stressed her out more so Remy took him out to the waiting room to find Raphael and wait for Cora. So meanwhile, Lucy got to spend some time with her brother.

“I wonder if you’ll still be fat afterwards.” Eugene snickered before dodging her hand to smack him.

“You’re so lucky I can’t get up on my own.” Lucy lightly laughed, still kinda in too much pain to laugh.

“Seriously though, how are you feeling?” He asked, sitting in the chair next to the bed.

“Uh, terrified? Exhausted already? Nervous?” Lucy scoffed. “I can’t do this. Are you kidding? How is this gonna come out of that?” She gestured to her stomach then…lower.

“Uhh…apparently y’all women stretch a lot down there, I don’t know.” Eugene shrugged, uncomfortable talking about a woman’s vagina during childbirth, let alone his sisters. “So uh, did you come up with any name ideas yet?”

“Yeah, I have a couple in mind.” She smiled.

“Lay them on me, I wanna vote.”

“Okay, Annie.”

“Are you raising a gun slinger? No.”

“Isabelle.”

“Too basic.”

“Monica.”

“She was the worst character on Friends.”

“Nathalie.”

“That’s cute.”

“Paulina.”

“Imagine being an adult named Paulina. Don’t do that to your daughter.”

“I’m sorry, who are you to tell me what I can name my child?”

“Well there’s only one problem, my dear sister. I didn’t hear a Eugenie or Eugenia in that list of options.”

“Cause it’s not one.”

“Uh! I will name one of my kids after you!”

“And that’s very sweet, but as much as I love the name Eugene, I don’t like Eugenia as much. It’ll be her middle name.”

“…it IS hard to live up to my fabtastic name.”

“Did you just say fab-OUCH.” Lucy winced at a contraction, and Eugene quickly grabbed the cold towel on the table and put it on her sweaty neck, and pet her hair to soothe her as best he could.

“Whatever you choose to name her, I am so excited to meet her.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and let her squeeze his hand in pain.

“I am too. Just wish it was under better…circumstances.” Lucy sighed as the contraction started to end and she leaned back into the bed. “God I’m so tired already.”

“LUCY?? LUCY?! LUCY!” A girl dressed in white and looking like she had just been put through a shredder ran into the room.

“Cora??? What happened to you?” Lucy stared at her frantic girlfriend.

“Was battling an Edward Scissorhands wannabe, doesn’t matter, my dear. How are you feeling? How far along are you?” She asked as she shoved Eugene aside and sat in his place, taking Lucy’s hand in hers and rubbing her thumb on the back of her hand.

“Uh, excuse you?” Eugene scoffed pettily, which both girls ignored.

“Okay, I guess. Nurse said I was dilated at 4 centimeters, so, almost halfway through that.” Lucy sighed. “But I’m so scared, I don’t know what to do with a baby!”

“Yes you do!” Cora laughed sweetly. “You read all those books, talked to Juliette, went to Lamaze classes, it’ll be okay. And I’m right here to help, darling.”

“Do you want ice chips, Luc?” Beau poked his head into the room.

“NO BEAU, IM FINE. I DON’T NEED YOUR DAMN ICE CHIPS.” Lucy yelled, annoyed that he was asking for the forty millionth time.

“You really should have some, dear, you need to stay hydrated.” Cora said softly.

“Okay.” Lucy tiredly smiled at her.

“What?!” Beau’s jaw dropped as Cora got up and took the cup of ice chips from him.

“Uh, Luc, I invited Ronan to come just so you know.” Eugene piped up, everyone ignoring Beau’s offended face as Cora helped Lucy eat some ice chips.

“Oh perfect, he’s probably gonna make a rap about this.” Lucy rolled her eyes and groaned. She did like Ronan, she really did, but the dude was a bit too much sometimes.

She whined in pain when another contraction washed over her, Cora rubbing her back and kissing her on the head to comfort her. Lucy shut her eyes and leaned into her girlfriend, nearly falling asleep once the contraction stopped.

A couple hours of waiting had passed, Lucy had just listened to her girlfriend talk about anything as she tried not to focus on all the pain. Her dads had dropped in a few times, Ronan had arrived and asked about a million questions that Lucy didn’t have the energy to answer, and Beau kept asking Cora if Lucy needed more damn ice chips. Then a nurse came in to check up on her, and said she was dilated at 9 centimeters and it was time to get the doctors and start the process of childbirth.

The doctors had tried to get everyone to leave the room, but Eugene threatened them until they let him, Ronan, Remy and Raphael stay with Lucy and Cora during this. As the doctors told Lucy to start pushing, each of her dads and brothers held one of her hands and she broke every single one of them in the first hour of pushing. She hasn’t broken Cora’s hand though, cause while she was in pain she didn’t want to hurt her so she was able to hold back as best she could.

“Honey, you have to breathe.” Cora whispered to her as she massaged Lucy’s shoulder with one hand.

“I am.” Lucy said, whilst not breathing.

“You have to keep pushing, Lucy.” The doctor delivering her baby told her.

“I can’t!” Lucy sobbed as she fell back into the bed, already so exhausted and in too much pain.

“You got this Lucy!” Ronan cheerleaded from the hallway.

“SHUT UP.” Lucy yelled at him, not in the mood for his shit.

“Darling, we need you to push, okay?” Cora encouraged, cupping her face gently. She looked into her girlfriends tired, scared and pain filled eyes, but hers remained calm and loving for her. “You’re doing amazingly, sweetie, you can do it.”

After a lot more pushing and a lot more cussing out Ronan and Eugene and a lot of support from her girlfriend, Lucy finally gave birth to her daughter. They quickly cleaned her off before handing her to Lucy, who immediately started crying with joy as she looked down at her baby. Cora also began to cry from joy beside her, reaching down and gently tucking the blanket around the tiny newborn as she rested her head against Lucy’s. Lucy didn’t even pay attention to doctors sewing her up, she didn’t even hardly notice since she was so overwhelmed with joy to care. After a few moments, the baby started to open her eyes and Lucy smiled as she looked into the black and red eyes of her baby.

“Hi, baby!” Lucy smiled even wider as tears poured down her face. “We’re your mama’s.”

#lora #lucy lebeau #gracie craddock lebeau #the lebeaus

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xhanisai · 4 years

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SALTING AROUND AT THE SPEED OF SOUND

AO3 / FFN

Summary: Introducing!!!!

The! Ultimate! Salt! Fic! Ever! IN ZA WARUDO!

Featuring Dumb Noir getting taught a lesson about boundaries, Perfectnette getting friends and love interest(s), and LILA GETTING HER ASS HANDED BACK! HOW COULD YOU RESIST SUCH A WONDERFUL FIC?

(All in all, a crack fic on salt fics to bring our spirits up~)

Disclaimer - I've actually only read like one sentence of a salt fic and fucked off afterwards so everything I'm basing off in this fic is purely from exaggerated rumours and gossip about the salt corner THEREFORE if anything here looks familiar or if it seems like I'm taking the piss out of a specific story, it's all just one big coincidence. >:D ~(x)~ . . . Of all locations to settle on for the beginning of this amazing, wonderful, fucking fantastic story, it's established on the Eiffel Tower. Cliched but wonderfully ironic for the phenomenal heroes of Paris. On the beams, higher than the naked eye could see, Ladybug and Chat Noir were... Arguing. The feline hero had his partner's wrist clasped in an iron hold, digging those deadly claws ever so slightly into the soft flesh, piercing the supposed indestructible suit with a creepy grin- "Wait- hold up a second. I would never, NEVER hurt My Lady! Not even unintentionally! And what's with that face I'm making!?" Oh SHUT UP Shit Noir! Let me carry on writing my fucking story jeez! Stop breaking out of character and keep following the script! Anyways~ The skinny, pasty assed hero- "This script sucks..."- -TUGGED Ladybug closer to him, grin widening like he won the lottery as his demonic looking eyes perversely drank in the sight of the clearly uncomfortable looking heroine in his grasps. His face leaned into hers, only coming closer as she tried her best to lean back with a grimace. "Just one kiss Bugaboo~ one kiss won't hurt..." His grip tightened on the appendage, making the girl wince painfully. "Come on Chat Noir...let go! I have already told you, I'm in love with someone else. You seriously need to back off!" Ladybug whimpered, tossing away all her badassery and ability to suckerpunch a fuckboy in the face because hell yeah it ain't relevant to this sexy fic- "You're right Chaton, this script does suck lmao"- IGNORING WHAT THE CANON LB JUST SAID. Ehem. Like a defenseless little shoujou manga protagonist, Ladybug felt tears sparkle in her eyes and pure sadness washed over her frail body before Fuck Noir dipped her into a romantic pose and smashed his lips against hers with soooooo much passion and tongue and teeth and- . What. On. Earth. Oi you stupid cat! Watch where you're putting your hands on the girl! Yikes! What do they teach these Europeans!? Break it up already you hormone riddled boobs! "Oh Minou~ You're so daring~" "Just for you, My Lady~" STAY ON SCRIPT YOU BRATS! Hmph! Carrying on. Suddenly, herculean strength riddled through Ladybug's blood, falcon punching Bitch Noir off her and off the tower, thus HenchBug™ was born. Panting and wiping her lip with her thumb in a really really badass way (YOU KNOW THAT EPIC WAY THAT ANIME CHARACTERS DO TO WIPE THE BLOOD OFF THEIR LIP, RIGHT? RIGHT? ex deeeee), MachoBug swept towards Pussy Noir's broken twiggy body at the bottom of the tower. "You disobeyed me for the umpteenth time, Noir." BadassBug uttered cooly, keeping a blind eye to the growing crowd around her and the mangled up flesh on sticks at her feet. The black and yellow mess didn't respond. "Lo-oooool cos I'm dead!" WE'LL PRETEND WE DIDN'T HEAR THAT EITHER. Anger coursed through Ladybug's veins as all those traumatising memories and moments she had with her horrific partner flashed through her brain like an old window's movie maker AMV with Evanescence's 'Bring Me Back To Life' song blasting at full volume. The conveniently arrived Alya at the front of the crowd live streamed everything on the WadyBwog, babbling about ice cream scoops. "Every time we met up, you'd always make unwanted advances to me. You'd always force a kiss on me. You even slapped my thicc™ ass a few times- once to the beat of fucking Nyan cat!" The hive minded crowd surrounding them 'oooed' and 'aaahed', some snapped a selfie with what's left of the black cat. "Therefore," The sun auspiciously shone behind MariBug, giving her an ethereal, angelic look as she carried on her lecture. "I now deem you unworthy of the miraculous." BugBug fluttered her eyelashes with so much pain as if reciting those words killed her whole generation and their dogs and their hamsters. "Hand it over to me or else I'll force it off you." All of a sudden BuffBug™ was back, bitch slapping CryBabyBug away and menacingly placed one foot on the carcass. "Wow I think she forgot that you're dead Chat Noir," THE HIGH TENSIONED MOMENT REMAINED UNBROKEN AS FAKEBUG- oof- Ladybug rolled her eyes with annoyance at the disgusting boy's silence and immediately knelt down to yank the miraculous off his bony fingers- "Never!" The catboy sprung back to life before anyone could breathe, clutching his hand to guard his ring ferally, froth seeping out of his teeth and fangs gnashing against one another- "Looks like I'm a vampire with rabies now, Bug." "Since when did you have fangs?" "Since two seconds ago-" OH MY GOD YOU TWO! SHUT UP AND LET ME WRITE! Zombie Noir leapt back with a hiss, faux ears and tail twitching with indignation and summoned the ancient destruction power whilst BossBug spun her yoyo around in battle formation, ready to call for her lucky charm anytime soon. Cat and Bug kept up the intense eye contact as that cowboy music from the good, the bad and the fugly played in the background (cheers Lahiffe mah d00d!). "You don't want to become my enemy, do you, Chat N00b?" The heroine spat, bones clicking in place as she stretched her fingers when she and the lad in black circled each other slowly. The crowd and Alya were casually chilling in the background, the latter still narrating about an epic ice cream scoop. "Heh, I won't need to be the enemy if you don't touch MY ring... Milady~"- "MON DIEU! C'EST 'MY LADY'! C'EST N'AI PAS 'MILADY'!" THAT'S THE POINT YOU STUPID CAT! Break out of character one more time and I'll castrate you and feed your teeny tiny *censored* to the dogs! "...My Lady? Is my *censored* small? :(" "If your *censored* was small, you'd never have been able to make me scream at night, Minou~ ;3" ":D"

Regardless! The pussycat feinted to the left before dodging the razor sharp wire of his Lady's (not) yoyo, whipping out his baton (not the tiny one either) and swiftly used it to vault himself away like the coward he CLEARLY is. "You'll never get me alive, THOT!" Was the last thing that small dick energy minded cuck yowled and fled with his tail between his legs. BigBug let out a yell of rage™ and slammed her fist on the ground, branding the sloppy concrete job with a crater as the shockwaves caused the audience to let out a little 'DAYUMMMMMMMM'. "Lol I thought the geezer was dead hahaah! Yo Ladybuggy, mah homie, you and kitty cat did the shame shame already or nah?" Alya, the lil hoe, leant into the heroine's personal space with a crazed grin. She only received a middle finger from the annoyed Asian. (MMmm Mmmm yEAH YEAh trANSiTION so SEXYYYY) Now, it is conveniently time for Marinette's afternoon classes. The exhausted girl dragged her feet up those weird ass spirally steps that could break ankles JUST by looking at them and made it to her classroom, only to pause at the shouting she was hearing behind the door. "Oh boy, time to unleash the kraken..." Silence Adrien! You're not supposed to have appeared yet! Dumb ass blondes these days smh... "HEY! >:0" With a deep breath, the raven haired girl pushed the door open only to be met with what could be best described as a clusterfuck. Tears welled up in her eyes as the remains of her sketchbook (which looked like it had a trip in a paper shredder) was dumped all over the floor. She snapped her head back up only for her heart to literally shatter when she was met with a furious Alya Motherfuckin' Césaire. "Marinetti DupainGhetti. This. Is. Your. Punishment." Alya's glasses flashed sinisterly as her lips curled up into d i s g u s t . The rest of the class mirrored a similar look, acting as if poor little Cheng vored everything they loved and cherished. All except two people. That witch BITCH Lie-la smirked secretly as she cowered behind Alya and the wimp, spineless little shitty Dumbdrien whimpered on his desk, pretending that nothing was happening. "P-P-Punishment for wh-what?" Babynette sobbed, clutching her shoulders as if to hug herself and make her look smaller than she is. She darted her eyes towards the model, begging him internally to say something, anything! Alas, Bitchdrien only looked away guiltily, his thin chapped lips sealed shut. Marinette couldn't believe her bad luck. First there was an akuma attack, then she was assaulted by her shitty partner for the millionth time and now this? "Punishment for bullying our lord and saviour, Lila of course! How dare you make such a sweet girl like her suffer!?" Alya roared, using the power of the seven chaos emeralds and twenty dragonballs to go super satan and pinned Sweetienette against the wall with an elbow. Her hair fizzed with animosity and her eyes gleamed in a demonic red colour- "Dieu...you just had to drag my best friend into this too, huh?" "You'd think this writer is sane enough to know that I'd cataclysm anyone that dared to harm Ma Princesse, non?" "The writer? Sane? Good joke."- IGNORING STUPIDNETTE AND BLOODYDRIEN- Alya snarled, bruising our sweet little angel's poor skin with her brute strength whilst the rest of the class watched without a question. The sausage haired wench munched on some greasy ass popcorn as she watched the show whilst Shamedrien became one with the floor, a perfect doormat for us queens to stomp on. "You tripped her all the time when no one was watching, aggravating her shattered kneecaps. You plagerised her designs, ruining what's left of her sensitive self esteem and dammit don't even get me started on all those rumours you attempted to spread about her, smearing her celebrity status! I've never hated anyone more than you, BITCHINETTE!" Alya harrumphed and then shoved Brokenette against the wall again, possibly snapping her spine and stormed back to her new bestie. "Mon Dieu your best friend just murdered you..." "Mon Dieu my best friend just murdered me..." Tosses a knife at the duo to make them shut the fuck up. Everyone else applauded the psycho journalist for putting Poornette in her place, even Stinkdrien cos he can't handle peer pressure- BAM! . . . "HOW DARE YOU HURT MARINETTE DUPAIN CHENG!" A tall, stern looking boy slammed the door open, scooping Deadinette in his arms and blew out steam through his nostrils like a bull. Everyone le gasped as the girl suddenly turned into Alivenette and embraced the stranger like he's her long lost lover (Aiyeeeeeeeeeeee mUH O-T-FUCKING-P! K Y A A A! EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW JACKSHIT ABOUT HIM). "BELIX BRAGRESTE! You saved me~ Don't hurt my homiesexuals please- they're all brainwashed by the sausage haired girl..." The blackberry haired angel begged, tugging on Belix's sleeves. "I didn't do anything-" Uglydrien was quick to defend himself only to melt back down into a doormat by Belix's dark glare, ripping out what spinal tissue the model had left. "Damn straight you didn't do SHIT." Bragreste swiftly delivered a power-kick against Assgreste, yeeting him to the moon and then turned towards the rest of the f00king class, rolling his sleeves up. "As for you nerds...I'm gonna chop you all up into mincemeat and EAT you all with my spaghetti!-" "I'm here Marinette!!!" Another lad swooped in through the door, hips swaying to the beat as 'Luka Luka Night Fever' plays in the background and then posed! Why it's none other than the obviously best written, best character, best BOY in the world: RUKA COFFEE- sorry, I mean Luka Couffaine! He strummed his guitar a few times, nodding and humming as if he was conversing with the beautiful instrument whilst bokeh dots and pink sparkly glitter floated around him. "Ah~ my guitar said that everyone's being a bitch ass motherfucker to our beautiful designer! Come with my Mari~ Take my hand and I'll take you away from this school!" The lycee student didn't wait for her answer and grabbed the star struck girl oh SO romantically~ "No! She should move schools with me!" Belix Bananagreste snatched Nettie back possessively, just like a cat. It was then that the girl decided that when she managed to snatch the black cat miraculous back from the loser that currently wielded it, she was going to give it to Belix- "Ugh don't fuck with me..." "Shhh. You're supposed to have been yeeted to the moon, Chaton," "Marinette please just throttle the writer already-" AND THEN! SUDDENLY! Erm... Errr... AHA! Suddenly all these people from some furry superhero universe came flooding in through the door, yelling insults and real truths about LIE-LA and protecting my best girl Maribear like a boss! Heroes like Gamien and Dason Bob and that guy and err, the other guy and yeah AND THEN they all began to BEAT UP that BITCH LILA and then- "Oh no she's losing it, Adrien I don't think this will last any longer..." "No kidding!" THEN JAGGED STONE CAME FLYING THROUGH THE WINDOW, JAMMING OUT HIS LATEST SONG ABOUT HOW LILA IS SUCH A LIAR AND EXPOSED EVERY SINGLE THING SHE DID TO BEST GIRL MACHONETTE! THEN ALL THESE OTHER KIDS FROM THE SCRAPPED PV UNIVERSE CAME IN VIA A CONGO LINE AND MARINETTA DECIDED TO GIVE THEM THE OTHER MIRACULOUS COS WHY NOT!? AND THEN CHLOE BECAME MARINETTE'S NEW BFF COS HELL YEAH I LOVE VIBING WITH PEOPLE WHO BULLIED ME AND MY PEERS FOR FOUR YEARS STRAIGHT AHAHAAHAH QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENS- "Adrien, I'm going to kill her. She needs to stop." "Go on then~" AND THEN! AND FUCKING THEN! SCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!!!!! . . . [Error 404: The following writer has unfortunately met her demise through unknown means. We apologise for any inconveniences. Please keep scrolling as we clear up the mess. Have a good day.] . . . "Huh...that was anticlimactic...now what?" "You go off snogging my rejected predecessor and the guitar boy? >:(" "As if I'd go for anyone other than my silly kitty!" ":D" . . . ~(x)~ A/N: I am never EVER writing anything this cursed AGAIN! How can you bash anyone but the villains in this series!? Damn! I can't even say I'm sleep deprived! This is the most fucked up shit I've written and I'm super alert oof!

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kittypancake · 4 years

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About Rise of the TMNT - Long Post (sorry, but I need to geek out)

I always kinda liked the tmnt series, though I was always teased and bullied about it. So I never really...watch a lot of it, unless I could find a way to do it secretly. Now that I’m older, I realized something. I can watch whatever I want, whenever I want! I have a lot to catch up on, but my internalized fear from all the bullying has kinda been hard to get passed. I haven’t watched the shows I wanted to, holding it off for “tomorrow”, yet never following through.

Then a couple months ago I saw some fan art for a series called Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

I had no clue about the show! I didn’t know they made another Tmnt after the 2012 version! I was shocked, but also hopeful. Maybe I could watch it, start off fresh with a series that isn’t full of hurtful memories.

Let me tell you, it was not easy. I didn’t know where to watch it! I don’t have cable, nor do I know anyone who has cable. So no Nickelodeon or NickToons. I heard it was in Netflix, so I asked my sister if I could use her account to check. Not there. I was feeling really frustrated at that point. I wanted to watch this show so badly, and the more fan art I saw (because let’s be real, I didn’t see any sort of advertising for this), the more excited I was.

I loved the designs! They all looked different, more than ever! Each being a different kind of turtle, and Raphael was the leader? How would that change the dynamic? I wanted to know!

After searching for so long, I finally found Philo. It’s...not that good honestly. It’s like $20! But I was desperate and willing to pay to watch just this one show.

And I’m glad I did! It’s amazing! I fell in love. Usually, I only really liked Leonardo. To me, he always seemed awesome. Raphael...he always scared me. I have a deep seated fear for anyone who is aggressive, yells, and shows anger. And Raphael was ANGER. He terrified me. Donatello was alright, I liked how smart he is but he felt...one note and super creepy to me in the 2012 version. Michelangelo was pretty neat, he was the goofball. But he was always played off as the dumb one, the one who accidentally succeeded and couldn’t be serious. That’s not bad, he and Donnie were alright to me.

In Rise, though, it was so much more. Leo is a teen! He’s snarky, punny, smart, and just loves his brothers so much. They are his strength, and it shows. He’s insecure, he’s more than “fearless leader, splinter jr”. He’s neon Leon! You can tell he loves his brothers, more than any other interation before this. Leonardo of the before times has always been a bit too detached, cold in a way. He was isolated, but now he can just be more relaxed. Spend more time with his bros, find things he loves to do. And he’s still a nerd! I love that. Plus he’s not oldest!!! He’s like...maybe second youngest, and I just aaaaaaaaaaaa.

Raph? He’s a sweetheart!~ A gentle giant who could and will hug all his brothers at once. He tries his best as leader, but still has the “I will punch first” mentality, but he doesn’t scare me. He’s there for his brothers, maybe too much so he tries to step back a bit to help them be more independent. He’s literally their mother hen now, and he’s good at it. For once, I can honestly say I love Raphael.

Donnie is a riot, I love what they did with him. He’s the funny one! He’s smart, yes, but he’s confident (in his knowledge) now. He’s fun, he’s adorable (do I need to remind everyone of the basketball flashback of him? That’s cute and relatable), and he loves to dance! You can tell, not even by his bootyyyshaker9000 name, but by how he moves throughout the series. He builds so much for his family as well, giving them gifts that he thinks would be helpful, but they also blow up in his face too and that’s kinda humbling to know he’s not a perfect genius all the time. He tries to hold in emotions, but we see them come out and it’s just nice to see. He’s a sassy guy, and I love him.

Mikey, oh my gosh, he’s perfect. He’s still a ray of sunshine, but he’s more! He has more to him now, he has sides to him to help him be helpful both emotionally and with strength. Dr Feelings is there to be the shoulder everyone could go to, Dr Delicate Touch will crush you and not even blink while doing so. He can still be a prankster, but now it feels like he’s more. And I love his interactions with his brothers. I feel like him and Leo get in a bunch of shenanigans, him and Donnie go on a lot of adventures, and Raph and him can bond though he wants to not be treated like a baby. Did I mention he’s awesome? He’s awesome, throwing around trucks and stuff like nothing!

Don’t even get me started on the rest of the characters or I will ramble on for an eternity because of how much I love them. Even the bad guys! I’ve never liked the bad guys before but Draxum? Warren Stone? The SHREDDER? I love them so much, for character design and story. For how it’s not always as it seems, for the redemptions. Splinters development was fun to experience too. Having a positive message where a parent can do wrong and actually apologize to their kids for it? We need more of that! I’m slipping into a rant. Short of it, April, Sunita, Foot Recruit, Casey, Foot clan, Big Mama, I love them all.

I’m very upset that we didn’t get to see the story as the Rottmnt crew wanted, missing what was it? 13 episodes? And one of them was a turtle tots! Another with Draxum and Raph bonding!! More time with Karai! That’s messed up.

I want to experience more. I want to get lost in their world more, l want to be happy.

Because that’s what this show is for me. It makes me happy, in a time where my depression just keeps attacking me constantly. Where there’s fear outside, where I’m not motivated to do anything, even drawing which is something I love. I got lost in the mystic world of Rise. In the characters, the awesome animation, the wonderfully beautiful scenery and story. The silliness actually made me laugh out loud multiple times, and it felt amazing. Still feels amazing every time I can rewatch. It helped me cry, and not feel alone. Because sometimes you really need to get those tears out.

I want so badly for this show to continue. To rewind and give us those missing episodes, to continue afterwards.

This isn’t even all I want to say, but it’s hard to put into words how I feel for this show. And I shouldn’t make this any longer. Thank you to the people in this fandom, for the Rottmnt crew, and for anyone else listening. I strongly recommend you give this show a watch and support it in anyway you can.

@nickelodeon @tmnt

#saverottmnt #support rottmnt #rottmnt on netflix #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #long post #me kinda ranting #sorry #thank you for letting me talk #for being free to like what i like #tmnt #hopefully i can watch the older series someday

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Auror 99 - Chapter 2

The Informant

Ron found himself in the passenger side of an undercover cop car, riding alongside Jake. “So...we’re going to get information on Gerteso, you think?” Ron asked him.

“Oh, yeah. My informants a solid guy. Well, sort of, he is a criminal, too, but he’s helped me out loads of times. So, tell me about yourself, Nolan. What’s life like in England?”

“Er, ‘bout the same as it is here, I’d expect.” Ron had no idea how much he could really talk about. Sure, their jobs were somewhat similar, and yes, Hermione did a decent job immersing them in Muggle lifestyles, but he had no idea what to say to Jake. “What do you do for fun around here?” Good, that was good, deflecting the question back to him.

“Well, work consumes a big part of my life. The squad’s also my friends, so we spend a lot of time together in and out of the precinct. Rosa and I went to the academy together, Boyle’s my best friend, Captain Holt’s like my dad...uh, forget I said that. We go to Shaw’s a lot after work for a drink or two. We’ll definitely have to do that one of these nights.”

“What about Santiago?”

“What about her? We used to be rivals, but now it’s just pretend. We work a lot of cases together. She’s a really good person,” Jake was rambling.

“Are you two..?” Ron asked.

“What? Me and Amy. Nah. No way! Just work friends. Why would you think that?”

“Just the way you two act around each other. The playful bickering reminded me of two people I knew. They were totally in love with each other, but too stupid to see it.” Ron said, clearly thinking of himself and Hermione.

Jake made a raspberry noise with his mouth. “What? No, that’s ridiculous,” he said as he shook his head. He wasn’t doing a good job of playing it off. “So are you seeing anyone, then?”

Me, nah. I was- Sophia, but that didn’t work out. What about you? I see that ring on your finger. You seem way younger than me to have your life put so well together.”

“Yeah, I’m married. When you meet the one, you just know I guess,” Ron said thoughtfully.

“Cool, well sorry you’ve gotta be here and not back home with her. I’ll try and make this as fun as I can for you. The offer still stands by the way. If we don’t get any breaks in the case tonight, you and Cooper can come over and we can watch Die Hard. It’s a classic. I can’t believe you haven’t seen it! We’ll grab a drink at Shaw’s with the squad first.”

“Uh, yeah sure, but what about H-Charlotte?”

“I’m sure Santiago’ll invite her to do something. Where are you staying anyway?”

“Some hotel close by. We’ve got a suite we’re splitting.”

“So you three are close, then?”

“Yeah, been best friends since school.”

“Cool. C-c-c-cool.” Jake pulled onto a side street, and parked the car. “Now we wait.”

A short time later, another car pulled up slowly. “He’s here,” Jake said. They waited for him to get out of the car, and then Jake opened his door. Ron followed suit.

“Peralta? Is that you?”

“Of course it is. What have you got for me?”

“Yeah! Jake, it’s so good to see you, man.” They clapped hands.

“Yeah, yeah, Doug Judy, we’re still enemies so don’t forget that,” Jake said as he bobbed his back and forth, trying to hide the admiration and friend vibes that were so clearly evident.

“Jake, Jake, Jake. You know I’m your best friend. Come on, man. Gimme some sugar,” this Doug Judy character held out his arms and despite the inner struggle, Jake caved.

“Alright, so what have you got for me?’

“Nah, not yet, man. Who’s the new guy?” Doug Judy nudged his chin in the air at Ron.

“This is Agent Brown. He’s cool, you can trust him.”

“Nah, Jake, I know. I trust you, man, but you broke my heart.” Despite asking about Ron, he didn’t seem interested beyond that.

“What? Why?” Jake asked him.

“You sure no one else is in the car? You’re depriving me of seeing my *Rosa, Rosa, Rosaaaaa,*” Doug Judy sang the last part of his sentence.

“Sorry, Doug Judy, she’s on another assignment. I’m going to pretend to not be upset by that, though. I thought I was enough for you,” Jake was faking tears.

“Aw, Jake, don’t be like that, man.” Doug Judy consoled him. “Alright, Alright, so you wanna know about Gertie?”

“Aw, Gertie! That makes so much more sense than Shredder!” Jake distracted himself again.

“Er, yeah, can you tell us what you know? We’re kind of on a time crunch here,” Ron finally cut in.

“Alright, alright, I feel you, man,” Doug Judy nodded at him. “He’s been laying low in a couple different locations. I can’t tell you where, though. He keeps that info locked up tight, you feel me?”

“So then why are we here?” Ron was becoming impatient.

“Be cool man, be cool. Word has it he’s planning a heist down in Manhattan.”

“Manhattan? But all his theft has been done in Brooklyn so far, why’s he migrating?” Jake asked seriously.

“I don’t know the ‘why’ Jake, that’s your job to figure out.”

“Okay, so where then?” Jake asked. Maybe he was a good detective after all, Ron thought.

“On Broadway. The wooly bear? No...the wooly mammoth! Nah, that’s not it either..”

“The Woolworth building?” Ron asked?

“Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! Damn, you Brits are smart!”

“But why would he target that-” Jake wondered aloud.

Ron cut him off. “Is he working alone?”

“I don’t know, man, he’s got some people on the inside. That’s the word on the street any-”

“When?” Ron said curtly.

“Sometime within the next two weeks. I’m not far enough in the inner circle to get details.”

“Is there anything else you can tell us, then?” Ron asked him.

“Yeah, there is! Jake. Karaoke on Friday. 8:00. I’ll see you there, right? It’s been too long,” Doug Judy was looking hopefully at Jake.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll do my best. It’s always a pleasure, Judy. Don’t be a stranger,” Jake said, as Ron started to head back to the car.

“Jake, we’ve gotta go,” Ron said impatiently.

“Yeah, right.” Jake turned to acknowledge Ron, but when he turned back, Doug Judy had vanished. “NOOO. JUDYYYYYY!” He exclaimed before making his way dejectedly back over to the car.

They were on their way back to the precinct as thoughts were flowing through Ron’s head. He was trying to figure out Gerteso’s motive and why he’d set his sights on the Woolworth building. He noticed Jake pick up some type of telephone device.

“Hey Boyle, it’s Jake...yeah, no I got something good. Start doing some research on the Woolworth building...Yes, the one in Manhattan! We’ll fill you in when we get back.” Ron watched as Jake clicked off the phone.

“What’s so special about the Woolworth building?” Ron was curious why it was special for muggles. He knew why it was significant for magicals, but Jake didn’t know who he really was, so he couldn’t divulge that information. He wouldn’t even be able to debrief Harry or Hermione until who knew when because he had plans to get to know his new partner on the case after. Not that watching a muggle movie sounded bad. Quite the contrary actually, he never got to watch nearly as many action films as he’d like because Hermione just wasn’t into that genre.

“It’s not really. It’s just an office building, with some apartments on the higher floors. Used to be the tallest skyscraper in New York, but that was short lived. We’ll find out more once we get back to the precinct.”

“And you don’t think that Doug Judy was leading you in the wrong direction?”

“Of course not! It was only that one time...but it was more of a round robin way of solving the case. It’ll work out. It’s the first lead we’ve got on this guy. He’s really mysterious. Almost like he can disappear out of thin air anytime we get close.”

“You don’t say…” Ron said, knowing exactly what Jake was implying.

#hp fanfic #hp b99 crossover #b99

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rawritzrobin · 4 years

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Angel Amongst Bats Chapter 15

Title: Angel Amongst Bats

Pairing: Jason Todd x Stella Covington (My OC)

Warnings: Cursing, past major character death, a little bit angsty, fluff.

Summary: Jason finally comes to terms with his feelings.

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Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15: Acceptance

Stella was out for a few days. A shocked, but relieved Alfred was there to tend her wounds when they brought her back.

She had 2 fractured ribs, a fractured radius, and a few internally bruised organs. They had managed to get the internal bleeding under control with the help of Dr. Leslie. Alfred called her as soon as Stella arrived in the Batcave. She would be in pain for a while, but she was out of danger.

Jason stayed in the manor the entire time. He spent most of the time sitting in the room watching Stella from a chair next to the bed. Occasionally, he walked up to her and brushed the hair from her face. She had a large cast around her left arm, and a ton of bandages around her torso. She looked so small buried deep under many layers of sheets and medical equipment.

The family visited quite often as well. In the little time that she had been in their world, Stella had influenced them all, one way or another. Tim would only come in if he was accompanied by Alfred, he was still a little afraid of Jason. Dick and Barbara visited often, almost always with each other. Even Damian would come in every day to see if she had woken up yet. Bruce would only stop by if he knew Jason was asleep or out of the room. He was still not ready to face his son.

No one ever exchanged words with Jason. They only acknowledged he was there, and once they were done, they would leave without a word.

They never found any evidence of the Jester’s body in the rubble. He had an escape plan. His goal that night was just to announce his existence to Jason. He never really had a plan to stick around.

He would be back. Jason was sure of it. But that was future Jason’s problem. All he wanted now, was for Stella to wake up.

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Stella felt like her body was on fire. But this time rather than waking up to a cold room with her hands bound, she found herself laying on a plush bed in a warm room.

She opened her eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the light. A figure next to her got up immediately and cried for help.

“Alfred! She’s awake.” A voice said loudly.

Her vision was starting to clear. The figured leaned over, took her hand into his, and squeezed.

“Hey.” Jason said, relief in his voice.

Once she realized who was in front of her, she smiles. “Hi.” She said softly. She notices his spilt lip and slightly bruised cheek. “Are you okay? Did anyone get hurt?” She asks.

Jason smiles at her. Typically Stella. Worried about the people around her when she was the one wrapped up like a mummy.

“Everyone is okay. You got the worst of it. Everyone is safe.”

“Mhm. I’m glad.” She says as Alfred walks in, Tim not far behind her.

“Ms Stella, how are you feeling?” He asks gently.

She smiles at him. “Like I was put through a paper shredder.” She laughed, but winced when her entire body started hurting.

Alfred gently patted her arm. “Im so relieved.”

Stella yawned. “I’m sleepy.”

Jason smiled. “Go back to sleep Stella. We’ll be here when you wake up again.”

Alfred moved to raise her morphine as he notices her pain.

Stella closes her eyes and as the morphine kicks in. Her body and mind go numb, and she falls asleep once again.

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It took a few weeks for Stella to actually be able to get out of bed. Granted, she had to be pushed around in a wheelchair, but anything was better than laying in a bed and not being able to move.

To her surprise, Jason stuck around, even after they confirmed she was fine.

Things seemed to be back to normal, for this world that is. Stella was starting to settle in.

It was just a typical Tuesday afternoon. The family was starting to slowly filter back into the manor. Damian had just been let out of school, and Tim was back from his late afternoon meetings. Jason had pushed Stella out into the garden, and they were both facing the beautiful gardens of Wayne Manor. Neither one said anything for a while. The silence was comfortable.

Jason broke the silence first. “So, I’ve been thinking about what you said.”

Stella turned to look at Jason. He was still staring straight ahead.

“That night. I could have killed him. I had the shot. But something stopped me. I heard a voice.”

He paused, and turned to look at her. “It told me to stop.”

“Oh?” Stella says, intrigued.

He looked up at the setting sun this time. “She called my name.”

Stella stared at him for a while. She would never admit it to anyone, but ever since her mom died, she always felt like she was sometimes right there, watching over her. She knew that death didn’t always mean the end. Jason proved that to her. Watching Jason now, this world’s Jason, she could see that he finally understood that.

“Like I said before. She will always be with you. Gone but not forgotten.” She says with a smile.

He chuckles at the corny line. Jason pauses a bit. “How did you get over his death?”

Stella took a moment before answering. “Honestly, if it wasn’t for Dick I wouldn’t be here right now. Bruce, Alfred, Tim, and Barbara helped me through a lot of it. In times like these the people around you are your best resource. And to be honest, they still care about you Jason. You’re still family to them.” She says, placing a hand on his arm.

He looked down at her hand. He sighs. “I don’t know if I can work with them again.” She knew exactly what he meant. Even though the Red Hood occasionally worked with the Bat family, they still had their problems.

“Give it time.”

Jason stares at her, and finally takes it all in. The way she looked at him, her smile. Like she actually cared about the way he felt and what he says. The way Stella used to look at him when they were teens.

Tears start to well up in his eyes. He didn’t see the strange girl from another universe in front of him right now. What he saw was a young teenage girl smiling at him. A teenage girl who always believed in him. The love of his life, that he lost too soon. Jason couldn’t control it anymore and just let the tears fall.

He got up and threw himself onto Stellas lap. Stella looked down sadly at the weeping man. She began to gently stroke his hair. “I just miss her. So much.” He sobbed into her lap. He was visibly shaking now.

“I know.” She whispered.

Stella held him while he cried. Years of pent up emotion finally released. This was step one in his recovery. Sometimes, letting it out is all you need to feel better.

They stayed together in the peaceful silence.

After a few minutes, Jason calmed down. Once his sobs subsided, he sat up and wiped his face with the back of his hand. His eyes and nose, red and puffy. Stella smiled down at him.

“Thank you.” He said in a loud whisper.

“Always.” She said. He went in for a hug, squeezing lightly to avoid aggravating her wounds.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!” A voice screams out, just as they pull away from their hug.

They both turn to the direction the voice came from and before they could see who it was, Jason was tacked by none other than the Red Hood.

#jason todd x ocjason todd/original female characterJason toddStella CovingtonDCURed HoodDCAlternate UniverseAlfred PennyworthAUBAtmaniwritet #Jason Todd #Jason Todd x OC #original character #Stella Covington #DCU #DC #Red Hood #Alternate Universe #Alfred Pennyworth #AU #Batman #iwritethings

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fangirlshrewt97 · 4 years

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Geralt Whump Week Submission Day 3

TITLE: What Am I Worth (If I Cannot Protect You)?

SHIPS: Geralt of Rivia / Jaskier|Dandelion

PROMPT DAY: Cursed

MEDIUM (Netflix, Books, Games, Hexer): Netflix

WARNINGS: NA

SUMMARY:

When a monster hunt leaves Geralt blind, it is up to Jaskier to make sure he is alright while Yennefer works on finding a cure. Ciri is there to remind them what they are fighting for.

Excerpt:

Geralt stumbled at the sudden weight, hands landing awkwardly on his sides before they adjusted and tightened around his doublet, pulling him closer until Geralt had his nose pressed tightly against Jaskier’s neck.

Jaskier let himself be manhandled, but grew tense, something about Geralt’s behavior was odd.

Ciri’s gasp made him grow even more tensed.

Pulling back, he bit back his own gasp as Yennefer’s light illuminated the Witcher, specifically his eyes, which had gone from that sunset gold to milky white, translucent and unseeing.

WORD COUNT: 8088 words

AUTHOR’S NOTES: Additional Tags include Geralt Whump Week, Prompt: Cursed, Temporary character blindness, Soft, Whump, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Esteem issues, Self-Worth issues, Self-Hatred, Fluff, Bathing, Established Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier|Dandelion, Soft Geralt of Rivia, Soft Jaskier|Dandelion, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jaskier|Dandelion & Yennefer of Vengerberg Friendship, As you can see Geralt really puts himself through the shredder in this fic, but it’s ok though, because Jaskier is right there to remind Geralt of exactly how much he is loved, and how much he deserves it

AUTHOR: Fangirlshrewt97

CHARACTERS: Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Rhiannon, Jaskier, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold

LINK TO AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25051126

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Jaskier allows them to wait until the sun has set before he verbalizes the internal freak out he has been having.

“It has been nearly a day Yennefer. Something has happened to him.”

“Jaskier. He will be back soon. He’s on a contract, you know those aren’t always predictable. Now sit down, your pacing is giving me a headache.” Yennefer replied from where she was lounging on her temporary mattress, enjoying even the threadbare soft bed to the harshness of sleeping in the wild. Even if both boys complained that with her magical tent, she couldn’t even be claiming to be camping like they were.

“Maybe we should go check on him anyways?” Ciri said from where she was sitting on the opposite corner of the bed, fiddling with a thread on her coat, tugging at it.

Jaskier came to a stop beside her, standing against the foot board so Ciri could lean back against him. The girl was putting on a brave face, but her body language betrayed her nerves. And Yennefer, for all that she was lounging with cool poise was also worried. She had been the one to push Geralt to come into town, even if the Witcher had been hell bent in just rushing them towards Kaer Morhen.

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She argued that they couldn’t hide from civilization forever. They needed to know what was happening with the war, and more importantly, they needed to give their two human companions a break. Even if Jaskier had a couple decades of walking alongside a Witcher and Ciri was at the age where energy seemed boundless, they still needed to rest.

Geralt had been reluctant but caved when he saw both humans curled around each other by the fire in their campsite, Jaskier curved protectively over his young charge. Geralt agreed to go but set up a couple of conditions as a safety precaution. Yennefer should refrain from using magic at the town if possible, and that Ciri’s hair be dyed to make it less striking. There wasn’t enough magic to hide Geralt’s appearance totally so he said that the three of them should enter the town as a family, and he would follow them after a bit. Jaskier and Yennefer had tried to fight him but he had stood his ground, and the sorceress and bard finally conceded.

As planned, Jaskier and Yennefer walked into town with their daughter Fiona, on their way to Yennefer’s hometown to avoid the war if they were asked for a story. Jaskier was to be a music professor at Oxenfurt, which would explain the lute he carrier. They found an inn with enough space to accommodate them all and got settled. They had just finished and come down to the inn when Geralt walked through the door, causing a silence to descend upon the place.

Geralt approached the man behind the bar. “Kind sir, do you have a room vacant?”

The man looked Geralt over twice before giving one sharp nod. “End of the hall.”

“Thank you.” Geralt took the key the man offered and moved to go to his room. He brushed his hand over Jaskier and Ciri briefly on the way up.

The trio made their way quietly towards the booth at the end of the wall closest to the stairs, grateful for the darkness.

Geralt descended a few moments later, and headed for the bar, ordering dinner and an ale. The place was tense again, the townspeople all looking at each other in a way that put Jaskier on edge. Yennefer was also poised to throw a spell if the need arose.

Finally, after the eternity of a minute, one man got up and approached Geralt. If asked to guess, Jaskier would say the man was perhaps a blacksmith or a logger, arms nearly as thick as Geralt’s and a build to match.

“You are a Witcher.” he stated.

Geralt inclined his head. “Yes.”

“I am Roald Tiggen, the town’s blacksmith. I have a job for you.”

Geralt blinked before nodding. “I have arrived in town after a long day’s travel. If it would be acceptable to you, can I eat while we discuss your troubles, friend?”

“Ay, that sounds fine to me. Chrissy, get this man his food and ale quickly!” The man shouted to the barmaid who nodded enthusiastically and scurried into a back room, presumably the kitchen.

Geralt and Roald, settled at the far end of the bar. The Witcher would join them upstairs as soon he was done talking about business. They had not discussed whether Geralt would take more contracts, focusing mainly on getting North as quickly as possible. But it was sensible, and it would provide them with some cover, and funds to keep them going.

Jaskier called the barmaid and ordered their dinner before undoing Ciri’s travel braid, finding a peace in mindlessly running his fingers through her long, newly brown, locks. The young girl melted into his side, tucking her nose into his collarbone as her arms loosely wrapped around his waist. Yennefer watched them with a fond smile, and Jaskier gave her a grin back, making her scowl. He chuckled.

The food had been good, and after eating they made their way upstairs to their bedroom. Or more accurately, Yennefer and Ciri’s. Their Witcher had joined them soon enough, briefly explaining how the contract was for a monster in the nearby lake that had drowned two of the townspeople last week and cut off their primary water source.

“Is it safe?” Jaskier asked. He knew Geralt was the best of the Witchers, no one better for the job, but it still worried him when Geralt was out of his sight for too long, he had a predisposition for finding himself in trouble at all times.

“I don’t imagine it will take longer than half a day, I will leave early in the morning, and should be back by nightfall. Make sure to restock our supplies as needed, I am leaving the coin purse with you.”

“You don’t come back, I’m sending a search party.” Jaskier said, only half joking.

Geralt snorted. “As you wish bard.”

The day had come, and as promised Geralt was out before the rooster crowed, but he had not returned by sunset.

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“You stay behind with Ciri, I will go out and find him.”

Jaskier’s “No!” and Ciri’s “I don’t want to stay behind!” were simultaneous and immediate.

Yennefer sighed.

“It is not safe for all three of us to go together.”

“How is it safe for you to go alone?”

Yennefer just raised an eyebrow.

Jaskier thought for a moment and conceded. “Okay, fine. Stupid question. But explain how it would be safe for us here without you?”

“What?”

“Let’s say someone comes to hurt Ciri. By your logic, do you trust me to take care of Ciri all by my lonesome?”

Yennefer glared as Jaskier put on his best butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth expression. Ciri was clinging to Jaskier’s shirt, peeking from behind him, face worried, but her eyes glinted with a familiar determination and stubbornness. She was a brave girl harboring unprecedented power, but she was still a child.

Yennefer regarded the two of them again before resigning herself to the inevitable.

“Fine. But you listen to me. And if I tell you to run, you run back here, got it?”

Both of them nodded their heads so hard she thought they might come off. Yennefer swallowed another sigh, straightening herself.

“Get ready then. I want to pack a couple of potions. You make sure anything valuable we leave in Roach’s bags.”

Ciri jumped off the bed and tugged Jaskier along, combing the two rooms as they got ready.

Within five minutes, the three of them were prepared and at the entrance of the inn. Yennefer looked the two of them over, both having switched their usual bright hues for duller colors that would blend easier into the dark night, an added layer of protection.

“Come on, let’s go.” she said when she was satisfied with them. And so, the group of three made their way into the forest, following the path Geralt had been talking about last night. When it got too dark for them, Yennefer conjured a small orb to provide light.

“Shit.” Jaskier said as Ciri caught him from tripping over a tree root for the third time since they started their journey. “Yen, stop. Do we even know where we are going?”

Yennefer growled. “I can track him.”

“I don’t doubt you can. I am asking if you are lost.”

Yennefer, rather than answering just turned and wandered farther into the darkness, making Ciri and Jaskier pick up their pace to keep up with her. Her ability to move so gracefully with such an impractical dress always impressed Jaskier. Not that the bard would share that fact.

They must have been wandering for almost an hour, Jaskier grumbling under his breath for the latter half of it, when they heard a strange noise near them. Yennefer swept in front of Jaskier, who in turn pulled Ciri tightly behind him. “Remember, on my command, run.”

Jaskier gave a tense grunt. Ciri tightened her fist on Jaskier’s cloak.

“Whoever is out there, I suggest you show yourself. Otherwise you will end up dead.” Yennefer called out.

The forest was quiet, save for the rustle of the breeze through the trees. The moon’s rays barely made it to the ground, stopped by the thick foliage above them. In the distance they heard a chorus of owl hoots start up.

And then.

A cracked twig, and Yennefer’s light orb turned into a flaming projectile. Yennefer brought her hand back to throw it when they heard a familiar voice call out. “Yen, it’s me!”

Jaskier couldn’t contain the sob that clawed it’s way out of his throat. “Geralt!”

Yennefer’s projectile turned into a bigger orb, illuminating a wider area. And at the edge of it, Jaskier saw Geralt’s unique silhouette.

Jaskier waited just long enough to push Ciri into Yennefer, not even slowing at Yennefer’s shout of his name, before he sprinted towards his Witcher, throwing his arms around him, squeezing him and nearly crying again as he smelled Roach and the unforgettable scent of recently slain monster guts on him.

Jaskier let himself be manhandled, but grew tense, something about Geralt’s behavior was odd.

Ciri’s gasp made him grow even more tensed.

Pulling back, he bit back his own gasp as Yennefer’s light illuminated the Witcher. Specifically his eyes, which had gone from that sunset gold to milky white, translucent and unseeing.

“Geralt?” Jaskier whispered, unable to keep the fear from his voice. But gods bless Yen, seeing that her companions were too stunned, she yanked at Jaskier until he stumbled away from Geralt, Ciri catching him and huddling close to his side. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her in without thought.

The sorceress had taken Jaskier’s place, placing a gentle hand against the Witcher’s cheek even as the other one gripped his bicep tightly to keep him in place.

“Just stand still, I need to know what kind of curse this is.”

Geralt growled, but he stood his ground.

A shimmering halo circled Geralt’s head before disappearing. Yennefer’s face was shuttered, concern evident if you knew to read her face, which Jaskier had grown to be an expert in.

She turned back to them, shifting her grip on Geralt to lightly encircle one of his wrists. “Come, let us get back to the inn, I need to check a couple more things and don’t want to stay in these woods longer than necessary.”

Jaskier nodded and let her lead the way, trying to stifle the panic growing inside him as Geralt stumbled.

His Witcher was the epitome of grace, he had seen the man navigate their campsite in the early hours of dawn, when sunlight had not yet reached them, moving with a surety in his steps. The man in front of him was unsure of each step, staying close to Yennefer while trying to appear as though he was not clinging to the sorceress.

Soon, but not soon enough for Jaskier, the little family made it’s way back to their rooms. It looked like nothing had been disturbed. In these little towns, one could never be sure of how slippery the fingers of the people were. They all shuffled into Geralt and Jaskier’s room, shifting until Geralt was sitting on the bed, holding himself stiff and proper. Yennefer disappeared downstairs before reappearing with a small bag which she started to root around in for something. Ciri finally separated herself from Jaskier and approached Geralt, hesitantly placing a hand on top of Geralt’s. The Witcher twitched minutely before relaxing at the familiarity of those delicate fingers. “I’ve ordered a bath to be delivered to my room, after we finish I want you to clean up Geralt.”

“Are you alright cub?” Geralt asked. He kept his eyes glued to the floor, where they had been since they had arrived at the inn.

Ciri swallowed, sneaking a look at Jaskier before nodding. “Yes Geralt.”

Jaskier coaxed her to sit by Geralt’s left side while he flanked him on the right. “What about you, dear heart, how are you doing?”

Geralt remained silent.

Jaskier leaned into Geralt, gently pressing into him until Geralt was bearing the entirety of his upper half. Ciri mirrored him on the other side. Some time passed before Yennefer made a small noise and rushed to them from where she had been sitting at the table in the room. She held a book in her hands, and her eyes were illuminated with victory. Jaskier thought she looked radiant.

“I found what has caused Geralt’s affliction. Geralt, I need you to tell me if this is correct alright?”

Geralt nodded.

“You went into the forest. You found the monster. It looked like a ghoul, but not like any you have fought before.”

Geralt nodded.

“When you delivered the killing blow, there was a flash of white light, and when it faded, you couldn’t see anything.”

Geralt nodded. Jaskier felt the slight tremor in the Witcher by virtue of holding his hand.

“What type of monster was it Yen?”

“It wasn’t a monster. Not exactly. It was just a medium, a way for a curse to be placed on someone.”

“Someone…cursed a person?” Ciri asked, confused.

Yen shook her head. “Not exactly Ciri. It is more likely the body belonged to someone who was already dead. The curse was placed on the dead person to affect whoever encountered them.”

“The blacksmith did not mention any of the townspeople going blind, though!”

“He told Geralt that people were going into those woods and were found in the next morning drowned right?” Yen stated.

“That sounds like drowners.” Ciri piped in.

“Normally that would be correct Ciri, but what if the reason they drowned was because the monster which lived near the lake blinded them and then let them drown in the lake? My guess, based on what clues we have, is this is a modified reanimiation spell.”

“Reanimation? I thought that was forbidden.”

“It is. What is dead should not be brought back. In this case the monster was a dead human, and they weren’t brought back to life so much as turned into a conduit.”

“So what exactly is the curse?” Jaskier finally asked.

“And the bad news?” came the response from Geralt simultaneously. Ever the pragmatist, Geralt knew Yen was hiding something.

Jaskier saw the smile on Yennefer’s face dim. “I’m not sure how to break it. Or how long it will last.”

“But it is possible to break it right? This isn’t permanent?” Jaskier asked, infusing a cheerfulness he didn’t feel to try and offer comfort. Ciri nodded her head and she burrowed closer into Geralt.

“It isn’t permanent! Geralt will be well really soon. ” Ciri declared, trying to comfort Geralt as she started rubbing his arm. Geralt caught her hand and pressed it to his chest.

“I’m sure it will cub.”

Jaskier and Yennefer heard the pain behind the words. Yennefer felt like tearing the world apart, but would settle for the sorceress who had cast this spell. Jaskier on the other hand felt like he was free-falling, this thoughts racing from one worst-case scenario to another.

So focused was he on his thoughts, he didn’t feel a large hand land on his neck until it squeezed him. “Little lark come back to the ground.”

Jaskier gasped at the sound of Geralt’s voice. When he turned, he saw those foreign glassy eyes staring straight at him. Making a weak watery smile, Jaskier cleared his throat. “I must be very obvious if you can see me lost in my own head even without you being able to see me.”

Geralt actually managed a sincere smirk. “I don’t need my sight to be able to see you.”

Jaskier scoffed. “Is losing one of your senses what was required to finally develop a sense of romance my White Wolf?”

“Ugh, I can’t believe it only took ten minutes for you too to become all romantic again. I am going to check if the bath is ready, wait a moment.”

Yennefer came back soon telling them the bath had been prepared so Jaskier led Geralt to the bath and washed him as he had a thousand times before. They both ignored the shaking hands and racing heartbeats they shared.

Once done, Jaskier escorted Geralt back to their room, while Yennefer and Ciri bid them goodnight. Yennefer exchanged an understanding nod with a grateful Jaskier.

Once the door closed, Geralt asked “They’re gone right?”

“Yes.”

It seemed as though those were the words Geralt had been waiting for because he collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut, collapsing inward. Jaskier’s hand on his chest was the only thing that kept Geralt from melting to the floor. The bard panicked for a second before hauling Geralt backwards, scooting back until he hit the backboard and he held on tight to his Witcher.

Geralt for his part shifted just enough to settle more comfortably against Jaskier and shook. He felt as though he was falling apart, with only these two hands around him holding him in one piece. He was not sure how long he stayed just so, collapsing one molecule at a time, all he knew was that when next he was able to string a coherent thought together, he felt the warmth of the sun on his skin.

Was it daytime already?

Then he registered fingers in his hair, a thumb rubbing at the spot he liked behind his ear.

He stirred, shifting his weight off of the bard, who had graciously borne him all night long.

“Morning dear heart.”

Geralt blinked his eyes open, sleep still having a grip on him. Of course this disappeared when Geralt opened to utter darkness. Panic seized his chest and he scrambled up, starting to rub and claw at his eyes before familiar calloused hands grabbed his wrists in an iron grip and brought them away from his eyes.

“-lt! Darling, please, I need you to listen to me!”

Jaskier’s voice was suffused with a concern that still made Geralt stagger. Witchers were creatures of convenience, tools that existed to fight off the darkness, they were not deserving of sunlight or soft touches. And yet, Geralt had found a small sun of his own, who sang for him, and washed and praised and loved him. He loved him, and Geralt was terrified.

“Jaskier?”

The bard let out a sob. “I’m right here, darling, right here.”

Geralt sunk back into the bard’s embrace, one hand caressing the doublet before slipping his hand underneath that and the shirt below that. He heard the intake of breath as his hand grazed silky smooth skin absent of the scarring that marred his own. He traced random patterns into the skin, his own version of tuning a body he knew every nook of even without his sight.

“Geralt.”

“What if she doesn’t find a cure Jaskier?”

Jaskier stiffened, but moved his arm from where it lay over Geralt’s back to the nape of his neck, starting a soft massage. “She will.”

Geralt tried to get up, but Jaskier squeezed the hand on his neck and Geralt relaxed again. “Don’t start doubting Yennefer now Geralt, it is really inconvenient.”

“Jaskier I am a liability.”

“What?” Jaskier asked, incredulously, “My dear Witcher, you are many things, stubborn, arrogant, obnoxious, too soft for your grizzly exterior, but the one thing you have never been nor will ever be is a liability.”

“Ciri is the priority! You can’t afford a liability.”

“I know that! But what exactly are you proposing? That we go traipsing across the Continent without you? Leave you to die in this hovel? Yennefer is strong, but it is still a while to Kaer Morhen and it is not a journey we are making without you.”

“I can’t see Jaskier!”

“I am perfectly aware Geralt!”

“Then why are you being so obtuse?”

“Why are you so self-loathing?”

Geralt’s entire body was a coiled spring of angry, and Jaskier had just said the magic words.

“I am a Witcher.”

“Yes. And you are also my Witcher. You are Geralt of Rivia, and you are the most incredible man I have ever met. So what if you can’t see? Yen will find a solution to it.”

“And if it doesn’t exist?”

“Like I said before, if it doesn’t, then we continue on our journey regardless, this time having had a chance to recover in a proper inn for longer than a single night. Together.” Jaskier emphasized the last word to make sure it got through Geralt’s thick skull. Of course he always forgot just how thick it was.

“You need a warrior, not a burden.”

“Fine, then Yen and Ciri can go on ahead, I will stay with you.”

“Jask-”

“You just said they need a protector. What kind of protector am I?”

Jaskier was standing up now, looking at Geralt as he hunched in on himself on the bed. The Witcher looked truly pathetic, so Jaskier took a deep breath to bring his emotions under control, running a hand through his own hair before exhaling. Gently, he dropped to his knees in front of Geralt, heart aching at the sight of Geralt’s flinch. Moving loudly to announce his movements, he shuffled forward and rested his palms on Geralt’s thigh, stretching the other one to turn the Witcher’s face towards him. He forced his heart beat to remain steady as those white eyes he was unaccustomed to met his gaze. Jaskier rose up on his knees and pressed a close-mouthed kiss to Geralt’s lips before gently headbutting him.

“Please darling. Yen will find a cure for you. Have a little faith. If not for her, then for me.”

Geralt placed his arms tentatively on Jaskier, without his sight he could feel the heat of his lover but not his features. Tracing his hands above the biceps he had gripped, he moved one hand to cradle Jaskier’s jaw to pull him into a proper kiss.

“Alright. For you.”

Jaskier smiled against his lips. “That is all I am asking for, dear heart.”

Geralt pulled Jaskier up into his lap, spending some time cuddling while they were alone before Ciri came into the room, hands loaded with food. Yennefer followed her in, settling the jug of mead she had in her hand down before dragging the nearby table and chair.

The small family had their breakfast in comfortable silence, Geralt allowing Jaskier to hand feed him. Ciri had settled back into Geralt’s side while Yennefer was seated on the chair opposite them.

“Did you find anything else Yen?”

“No. Not with the books I have on hand. But I have contacted Triss to ask for her help.”

“She was even more hurt than you. Will she be up for the task?” Jaskier said as he moved from Geralt’s lap to sit by his side instead. The Witcher kept one arm curled around his hip.

“Triss may look fragile, bard, but I assure you that you will be able to move a mountain before you get her to not give her all to a friend.” Saying so, Yennefer got up, brushing a few crumbs from her skirt. “Now, I am going to my room to continue researching. I’m sure you’ll find a way to keep yourselves busy!”

“So…what do we do today?” Ciri asked, looking at Jaskier.

“Ummm.” The bard had not thought that far ahead.

“You go get supplies.” Geralt jumped in.

“Oh ok, fine, well Ciri, you stay with Geralt, I will be back in a couple hours.” Jaskier said as he stood up, only to be yanked back to bed by Geralt.

“Take Ciri with you.”

“No.” Jaskier stated and “I want to stay with you!” Ciri cried out together.

Geralt sighed.

“There is no point in you staying with me here cub.”

“Then you can come shopping with us!” Ciri suggested.

Jaskier paused. “That isn’t a bad idea.”

Geralt shook his head though. “No. Can you imagine the panic a blind Witcher would cause? Especially the one who was sent into the forest to deal with a monster?”

Jaskier bit his lip. “Fine, but I still don’t want to leave you alone.”

Geralt clenched his jaw. “I do not need a caretaker.”

Ciri cut in because the bard could. “You still fought a monster last night Geralt, you need to rest. And what if the villagers come after you trying to see if you came back and find you anyways?”

Jaskier smirked. Clever girl.

“I will be fine.”

“I want you to tell me a story.”

Jaskier started to silently laugh. Oh how he loved his smart princess.

“Well then it is settled. I will be back in a while. Keep your cub entertained Wolf.” Saying so, Jaskier grabbed the coin purse and left the room before Geralt could finish “Wait Jask-”

Laughing at Ciri’s antics but trusting the girl to keep Geralt entertained, Jaskier exited the inn and made his way to the main stores in town. It took him about two hours to get through all his purchases, and he was ready to drop on his feet. He made his way back to the inn, ordering a late lunch because he knew none of his group had enough self awareness or considered themselves mortal enough to require something like food.

After making sure the food would be delivered, Jaskier made his way to their rooms, knocking lightly. When no one answered, he tried the door and grew a little wary when it opened. Taking a hesitant step inside, he found a sight that made him stagger against the door.

There on the bed, Geralt was asleep, Ciri curled on top of him, his arms a tight embrace around her. Both of their hairs were in braids, albeit Ciri’s was a lot messier than Geralt’s. Placing his shopping bags next to the door, he walked over to the pair. Sinking to his knees, he lightly brushed some of the locks on Ciri’s face behind her ear before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Then he pressed a kiss to Geralt’s eyelids, smiling brightly when his eyelids fluttered.

“Afternoon darling Witcher.”

“Jaskier.”

“Hello beloved. I see you found a way to spend the time. Tire her out with your stories did you?”

“’M not as a good a storyteller as you.”

“Oh I think you do a fine job when you try.”

“You got everything?”

“A bigger amount of the list than I expected this town to be able to supply us with. Now, what are the chances you lot had lunch?” Geralt’s silence was answer enough.

Geralt tried to shift, only to freeze when Ciri made a small noise in protest. Honestly, Jaskier felt as though his heart was going to burst with how much he loved these two. He placed a hand on Ciri’s shoulder and shook her gently.

“Ciri, dearest, wake up. It is time for lunch.” Ciri snuffled again before trying to burrow deeper into Geralt.

“Cub, you must be hungry.” Geralt said as he rubbed a hand down her spine.

Ciri whined some more but untangled herself enough to roll off of Geralt. She sat up and rubbed her eyes as her other mouth covered a yawn. The sight was adorable beyond words.

“Get her sorted Geralt, I will fetch our sorceress.” Jaskier instructed before leaving the room.

Soon enough, the small family was having their lunch in companionable silence. After lunch, Jaskier showed everything he had purchased. Ciri chatted about the stories Geralt had said, making the man twitch with either embarrassment or shyness. Yennefer gave an update that Triss may have found a lead for the cure, and would tell them if it panned out.

She disappeared back into her room after lunch, while Jaskier sat with Ciri and taught her about the region. Geralt gave his own input, talking about the local flora and fauna, about monsters that could be found nearby.

Yennefer reappeared during dinner time, eating quickly and whisking Ciri off to bed, leaving just the bard and Witcher alone.

“Want a bath Geralt?”

Geralt grunted.

“Right, I am ordering one. Hold on.” Jaskier said as he went to ask the tavern owner to bring up the water. When the owner asked why a music professor was ordering a bath for a Witcher, he shrugged. “Seemed the decent thing to do for the man who made sure my family and I would not be killed on our journey by a stray monster.

The water was tepid, but an Igni from Geralt guided by Jaskier set the water to a more soothing warmth. Jaskier made quick work of Geralt’s clothing, stripping him of everything and helped him into the bathtub. He went to take his place behind Geralt so he could wash his hair when Geralt’s arm shot out, and if Jaskier squinted, it almost looked as though Geralt was blushing.

“Geralt?”

“Join me?” Geralt asked hesitantly.

Jaskier paused. It was not an uncommon request. Albeit one that they only indulged in rarely.

“Alright”, Jaskier said.

Jaskier took off his clothes and joined him in the tub. Geralt tugged him until he was sitting with his back to Geralt front. Jaskier leaned his head back onto Geralt’s shoulder.

“Want to tell me what you are thinking?”

“You are a protector.”

Jaskier hummed.

“How so?”

“You may not know how to do magic or fight with a sword but you are clever. You are the bravest man I know, not despite being a human, but because of it. You are fearless and always willing to stand up for me.”

Jaskier tried to turn but Geralt had an arm around his chest that he tightened.

“I am…scared.”

It took all of Jaskier’s formidable breath control to keep his breathing even. Geralt had shown him degrees of vulnerability before. Geralt was a man used to being betrayed, being disposed of, being abandoned. The world had hurt him, time and again, so he had built walls of stone five feet thick around his heart, a line of defense against those trying to hurt him. But Geralt had a soft heart, a kind heart that wanted to help, even those who saw him as a beast. It had frustrated Jaskier at first, the taciturn nature and the recluse nature the man had. And then he had travelled with him, seen first hand the prejudice of the townsfolk who were willing to send him to his potential death to see their monster killed. People who would not waste a thought if he died.

Jaskier considered every moment of trust Geralt showed him to be a gift to be treasured. It was an act of courage to ask a human to help him, to care for him, to love him. But it had never been a burden to Jaskier. Loving Geralt was as easy as breathing, and as in his control as his own heartbeat.

Jaskier was also so proud of Geralt. How much he had grown, and how much he had learned the value in asking for help when he needed it, learned that he didn’t need nor could he carry the world on his shoulders alone.

“Tell me.”

“All I know is violence Jaskier. I know how to kill monsters, that’s what I was made for, that’s what I am. If I am blind, I cannot do that, and if I can’t do that, what use am I?”

Jaskier did not know what broke his heart more, the Witcher’s resignation to a fate that may not yet come to pass, or his certainty that his worth was dependent on his ability to kill.

“Dear heart, may I turn, please?”

Even if Geralt could not see him, Jaskier wanted to see his beloved’s face.

Geralt loosen his hold enough for Jaskier to turn in his arms, settling of Geralt’s thighs, his own bent on either side of Geralt’s hips, straddling him.

Jaskier pulled Geralt in for a deep kiss, one without a purpose beyond just conveying his affection for this idiotic man who he loved so much his heart felt full to bursting.

Both were softly panting when they finally broke for air. Jaskier cradled Geralt’s face in one hand as the other traced his face, the strong line of his nose, the bruised lips, the defined cheeks. He followed his fingers with his mouth, kissing him until Geralt had practically melted against the tub.

“Geralt. I don’t care whether Yennefer finds a cure or not. Or rather, I don’t care if you end up being blind permanently. You are worth so much more than just your ability to kill. You called me a brave man because I was a human, and I am saying you are a good man because you are a Witcher. Humanity is cruel to you, ostracizes and blames you for their miseries, and you? You go on helping them anyways. You don’t accept coin from those who can’t afford to part with it, nor do you fight for the coin that is due to you rightfully when you are underpaid. I have travelled the Continent with and without you by my side, and will testify in any court or town that I have yet to meet another as good as you.”

A single tear made it’s way from Geralt’s eye which Jaskier wiped away. His eyes were closed. They had been for the whole of Jaskier’s declaration.

“Open your eyes?” Jaskier asked. Geralt shook his head. “Please, my love?”

Jaskier saw Geralt’s knuckles turn white where they were holding the edge of the tub. Slowly, Geralt’s eyes fluttered open. Jaskier tilted his face up. This time, when he was met with milky white instead of his familiar golden-cat eyes, he sighed. “You are beautiful even as this. Come what may, I promise, I will stay.”

Those seemed to be the words Geralt needed to hear, because suddenly, the Witcher started to cry in earnest, silent tears tracing tracks through his face as his whole body shook. Jaskier just held him until he calmed down, held him long after the water grew cold, long after the clock in the town chimed midnight.

A routine developed after that. In the mornings, the four would have breakfast together, and then Ciri would stay with Geralt while Jaskier scoured for information regarding Nilfgaard as well as anything else they could use. Yennefer still spent the majority of her day in her room, only coming out to join them for food. In the evenings, Jaskier performed under the name of Dandelion, the name he had used during his early bardic days in Oxenfurt. He was just another troubador, taking requests and playing well known songs that had nothing to do with the White Wolf or the witch with purple eyes. Geralt convinced Ciri to join Jaskier in the tavern on those days stating, he could still hear the music whereas the girl couldn’t. So for a couple hours every evening bard and child entertained the crowd, slowly refilling their nearly empty purses. And then after dinner, when Yennefer took Ciri back with her, Jaskier and Geralt shared a bath, just basking in each other’s presence, believing in a love they had long assumed would never be granted to them.

It was almost a week before Yennefer burst into the nearby tavern when Jaskier was performing, indicating he cut his performance short and accompany her. Once they were all in Geralt and Jaskier’s room, she told that she had managed to find the cure for Geralt’s blindness.

The small blaze of hope Jaskier had been carrying since this whole ordeal began started to grow larger.

“Are you sure Yennefer?” Geralt asked, ever the skeptic, sounded so unsure.

“Yes Geralt. Triss and I have confirmed it multiple times. She will be here tomorrow-”

“Wait, what do you mean she will be here?”

Yennefer stared at them blankly. “The spell, it requires a complicated potion I cannot make with what I have at hand. So Triss will concoct it and bring it here.”

“We cannot do the spell inside the inn, we will need to go into the forest.” Geralt said.

Yennefer nodded. “Agreed.”

Jaskier was nervous, but also hopeful now.

“Come along Ciri, I might need help. Jaskier, make sure Geralt doesn’t hurt himself?” Yennefer told as she left the room, the tease serving to ease the bard.

“I’ll try my best Witch. Not as if I haven’t been doing it for 22 years!”

Once the door closed, Jaskier heard a thump and saw that it was Geralt who had slumped back heavily against the headboard of the bed.

“Geralt?”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“No. Enough, you have been doubting this all week, I refuse to let you spiral into even more worst case scenarios.”

“But-”

“No more buts Geralt. It will all work out!” Jaskier exclaimed as he sat beside the Witcher, throwing one arm around his waist. “I believe it will.”

And Geralt was weak against the sincerity in his voice. He believed him. “Alright.”

Triss arrived after lunch time the following day, sparing a greeting to the other three before disappearing with Yen, who dragged her out to the forest where she was planning on doing the spell.

Geralt was nervous. A week spent locked in a room, unable to do much by himself had left him thrumming with energy that had no place to go. Ciri requested Jaskier to play some fast jigs, and taught an awkward Geralt how to do a few courtly dances, guiding his limbs by standing behind him. Seeing the normally graceful Witcher stumble and trip hurt Jaskier’s heart, but it was worth it for the lines of tension the disappeared off his shoulders. Jaskier left his lute behind to dance with his Witcher for a couple numbers, providing them a beat with just his songs. And when Geralt pleaded pity, Ciri and Jaskier danced all over the room, their happiness permeating the room and settling Geralt’s nerves further.

Around dusk, Yennefer came to collect them. They dressed Geralt in his armor and cloak, and had Ciri lead him out of the inn while Jaskier provided enough of a distraction that no one would notice the two figures slipping out the back door. Jaskier met them at the rendezvous point, a clearing a few minutes away from the village.

By the time Jaskier reached the place, Ciri was seated on a big rock at the edge of the clearing, and the sorceresses had drawn a large alchemic circle on the ground, and had Geralt in the center of it.

“Can I step inside?” Jaskier asked.

Triss nodded. “It is not active, so it is safe. Be quick though.”

Jaskier slipped to Geralt, embracing him before pressing a kiss to his lips. “I believe in them Geralt. And more importantly, I believe in you. It will be alright.”

Geralt squeezed him once before releasing him.

Jaskier went to stand by Ciri, who slipped down from the rock and burrowed into his side. He put one arm around her, using the other to pet her. “Don’t worry princess, Yen and Triss will make sure Geralt gets better.”

Ciri just hugged him tighter.

Yen stepped into the circle, giving Geralt something, a potion most likely, whispering something to him that Geralt nodded at. She met Triss’s gaze, tilting her head to the side. Triss moved to stand at the edge Yen indicated while the purple-eyed sorceress took her place on her opposite side.

“Geralt, drink the potion now.” Triss called out.

Geralt gulped the potion in one go, before the vial slipped from his grasp and he was collapsing on the ground groaning in pain.

“Geralt!” Jaskier called out in panic, only for Yen to freeze him.

“It will be alright Jaskier, trust us!” Triss said. She and Yen then started to chant a spell, the circle starting to glow a white glow that kept getting stronger. The light seemed to rise from the ground to form a wall all along the lines of the circle, and soon Geralt was hidden from sight. Jaskier turned his back to the now blinding light, covering Ciri with his body.

The air around the clearing seemed to be getting thinner, as Jaskier was having a harder time drawing enough breath, feeling simultaneously like he was being crushed. In his arms, Ciri started to cry in pain. And then, suddenly the pressure disappeared, making Jaskier collapse to the ground as he gulped in large breaths to compensate. He was still panting when he turned around to see the circle had turned to a faded black color, the light having disappeared. The two sorceresses were also on the ground, exhausted from the spell.

In the center, Geralt was on his knees, hands on the ground in front of him. Stumbling, Jaskier extracted himself from Ciri and made for Geralt, collapsing again when he reached his Witcher.

“Geralt?”

Geralt was also breathing heavily, and there were beads of sweat lining his brow. When Jaskier went to touch him, a hand shot out to catch him, making him inhale sharply at the tight grip. The pain faded to the background when he met Geralt’s gaze though. His knowing gaze through Jaskier’s favorite golden cat eyes.

Choking on a happy sob, Jaskier threw himself at Geralt, knowing the Witcher would catch him.

“I told you it would work, I told you, I told you!” he babbled into Geralt’s ear.

Geralt huffed a laugh. “So you did bard, so you did. Thank you.”

Jaskier pulled back, wiping away his tears as a brilliant grin took its place. “I love you. So much.”

Geralt grabbed one of Jaskier’s hands and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm. “I love you too Jaskier.”

And then, the others were there. Ciri joyfully plastering herself against Geralt’s back, shouting in happiness. The sorceresses were a little more dignified but their relief was also palpable.

By the time they made it back to the inn, night had properly fallen. Jaskier ordered for a large dinner to be sent up, as well as their best ale. Tonight was a night of celebration.

When Jaskier entered their room, he was stuck breathless again. Geralt caught his gaze when he entered the room, and the sheer joy and love he saw in those golden eyes made him feel like he was flying. He was struck, stuck, he couldn’t move. Geralt rose from where Ciri had been playing with his hair and came to him, stopping when there was barely an inch between them.

“Hello.”

Jaskier blushed. Geralt was brusque and roughness, practicality and reason. He was not the romantic sort, and Jaskier never denied him that. But when the mood did strike, Melitele help him, Jaskier often wondered how he survived the night alive.

“Hi.”

Geralt’s smile only grew as he heard the bashfulness in his bard’s voice. He moved forward, closing the remaining inch so they were chest to chest, and Geralt slipped an arm around Jaskier’s waist, pulling him closer still. Jaskier yelped, fingers grabbing Geralt’s shirt and fisting them.

Brilliant molten gold met clear sky blue, the gaze stretching a second into an eternity, before Geralt kissed him. A kiss so full of passion and love that Jaskier felt his knees give, Geralt’s arm the only thing keeping him standing.

Distantly he heard a catcall and a whistle, before something hit his head.

“Ow.” Jaskier said as he broke the kiss, rubbing the spot on his forehead as he caught his breath. He couldn’t even imagine what he looked like right now.

“There are children present you perverts.” Yennefer stated, deadpan. Ciri had a high blush in her cheeks but she was also radiating joy.

Before Jaskier could come up with a retort, Geralt spoke “Then you better take yourselves to your room. We will see you in the morning.”

“But Geralt, we promised to celebrate…” Jaskier started only to stop at the heated gaze Geralt sent his way. He gulped. He knew that look. His pants started to feel a little tighter. Was the room always this hot?

“Spoilsport.” Yennefer complained as the three ladies stood up. And just to annoy them, she intercepted the food and drink and directed it to be sent to her room instead. “Those two have a different kind of celebration in mind.”

Jaskier blushed harder, but thoughts of what all Yennefer could be teaching Ciri about sex fled his mind as his Witcher pressed himself to his back, a solid line of heat that was starting to make him feel faint.

Right then.

Celebration.

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The next morning, Jaskier woke up with a groan. The bed was empty, but the spot next to him was warm. Geralt must have just risen. Jaskier sat up slowly, stretching himself out, groaning as muscles twitched and cracked.

He fell back onto the sheets, exhausted but satisfied. Last night had been…something else.

Just then the door opened to admit his Witcher.

“And where were you so early in the morning.”

Geralt quirked an eyebrow as he smiled, “Just woken up, and already asking questions bard?”

“Always” Jaskier answer, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I was out. Training with Ciri.”

“That’s good.”

“Hmm.” Geralt said as he sat down next to Jaskier. The bard shivered and leaned into the Witcher’s touch when he carded his fingers through chestnut brown locks. “You need to pack up. We are leaving after breakfast.”

Jaskier whined. “You get better and we can’t even take a full day to enjoy? You drive a cruel bargain Witcher.”

“I recall you enjoying a whole lot last night.”

Jaskier blushed “That’s different.”

“I’m sure it is. Now up, get dressed. The others are waiting for you downstairs.”

Jaskier pouted. “A kiss first?”

Geralt shook his head fondly and leaned down, only to brace himself when Jaskier pulled him down fully. The kiss was just starting to turn more heated, Geralt gripping the edge of the blanket still preserving Jaskier’s modesty when a knock at the door startled them away from each other.

“Oi, we have to leave with some daylight still left, you can have your fun at the next stop!” Yennefer called through the door.

“We-” Geralt started, clearing his throat “We will be down in a few minutes Yen!”

Jaskier whined as he flopped back on the bed, the arousal completely doused. “I hate her.”

“No you don’t. But if we aren’t down in a few minutes, Yen will send up Ciri. Get up.”

Jaskier nodded and rolled over, starting to put on clothes as Geralt helped to pack the last of their things.

Together they went downstairs to meet their family for breakfast.

And as Jaskier curled into Geralt’s side in the booth, he relaxed into the sounds of their group’s laughter, a rare total contentment melting him on the inside as almost all the people he cared about in the world shared a meal, safe for the moment.

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A Mother’s Gift

ITS LATE BUT ITS DONE! A birthday fic for Diana, based around the game journey. If you haven’t played, I recommend doing so before you read this fic! It’s currently free for people with a playstation account, and only takes a few hours. Is this an AU? Who knows? I wrote this on a tea fueled all night bender so you bet your ass it contains the very spirit of Diana Cavendish herself. Also on AO3 Here.

Diana let out a quiet sigh as she lay despondently on her bed. She felt hollow. Before, when she was younger, her room would have been full of life and joy on this particular day. Now it was just quiet. Her mother was no longer here to waltz in during the morning with a song. There were no birthday pancakes on a tray. No morning cuddles. No outdoor picnic with cake. No special present. At the very most she was expecting to at get a birthday dinner. Her favorite meal, courtesy of Anna’s foresight, but the atmosphere at the table would be stilted. What had truly made Diana’s birthday was the company her mother provided. Her aunt and cousins disliked her, to put it gently. They held a grudge simply because she was the heir to the fortune and estate. Daryl might have been the temporary head of house, but she couldn’t access the main bank accounts. They had to sell off whatever they could to fuel the lifestyle they wanted. Today was simply another reminder of the slow creep until Daryl and her brood would lose their power.

Diana looked over to her desk. Anna had come in earlier this morning, gently waking her and brining in two packages. One gift from Anna herself and another from Diana’s mother. She hadn’t quite mustered the energy to open them yet. Maybe if she opened them, the nagging emptiness that dragged her soul down would cease. At least, for a little while. Diana slowly climbed out of bed. The heaviness in her limbs seemed to increase in protest as she moved. After massive amounts of effort and what felt like ages, Diana succeeded in walking over to the desk. The clock on the dark wood told her only minutes had passed. The day would seemingly drag on forever.

Picking up the first present, Diana looked at the tag. It was Anna’s present. The wrapping was pristine as ever. It was blue with small balloons, square with crisp corners with minimal tape. The weight of the package betrayed the interior. It was heavy and square. Obviously a book. She wedged her thumb in underneath the tape and gave a tug. The satisfying rip that followed thereafter made her lips quirk into a small smile. Underneath the paper was indeed a book. However, it wasn’t a classic novel or research book. It was simply “Winnie the Pooh.” The very book Diana’s mother read to her every year on her birthday. It had been rebound and fixed, but the tea stain that marred the cover was still there. Diana flipped it open to the cover page. The imprints of stains from pressed wildflowers lingered, along with the aged script of her mother. “May you never stop dreaming. Much love, your Mother.” A tear stain joined the wildflower marks.

Diana quickly closed the book and shoved it aside. She wasn’t in the mood to pick at wounds that never quite healed. She took a moment to gather her thoughts and compose herself. Deep breaths. Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. The woven texture was soothing. Focus on how it felt. Breathe. Diana didn’t know how much time had passed while she worked at calming herself down. Once she felt well enough, she turned to the other present. The tag read Bernadette, but it was in Anna’s hand writing. Diana could probably muster a guess that it was some sort of game if Anna was true to tradition. The pattern of one educational gift and one game from Anna and her mother had stayed true all these years. However, Diana had some doubts. The slim package didn’t look like a board game. She picked it up, and heard the slight rattle of a disc. Maybe it was a movie. But the package wasn’t long enough.

Diana stopped her musing and simply decided to open it. She tucked stray hairs that had flown into her face during her minor panic and set to work. A quick tear of the wrapping paper unveiled what her second present was. A game called Journey. It had a desert background and birdlike character who was wrapped in cloth on the cover. It looked quite peaceful despite the barren landscape. It seemed to be playable with the game system Hannah had gotten her a few years ago. The redhead had given it to her when she had claimed Diana worked too much. Diana had dabbled a little in it, enough to know the controls, but had never actively played. She had been too busy, ironically. Now would be as good a time as ever to play it. If Daryl hadn’t sold the system.

The trek to the game room was a quick one. The mansion was quiet. The only sound to be heard was Diana’s soft footsteps. There weren't many staff in the halls. They were probably hiding away. Daryl had been in a foul mood and the threat of being fired was ever looming. Anna had been one of the only few that remained from the times Diana’s mother had been in charge. Stopping outside the door to the game room, she raised a hand to knock. Diana didn’t know why, exactly. No one would be in there, and it was a family space. Her hand dropped back to her side. Hesitantly she reached out and turned the knob. Pushing the door open, she peeked into the dark room. She took a step in and groped for the light switch.

The bright light suddenly flooding the room made her blink. The room was mostly empty. Furniture and things deemed non-essential had been sold off. A shelf still held some childhood board games, the ragged boxes held together with tape. The billiards table hadn’t survived the purge. However, the couch and television was still there, as well as the system Hannah had bought her. Anna must have worked hard to protect Diana’s possessions, no matter how unused they were. Diana put the disk into the player, turned on the TV and settled on the couch. Lucky for her, it was still set up from her last game so there was no need to tamper with channels and whatnot.

The startup took no time at all, and soon she was looking at the title screen. All the options that were provided were new game, options, and credits. Diana didn’t know enough to fiddle with the options, and figured the credits could be watched at the end of the game. She quickly chose the new game and settled back to play. The character was charming and Diana quickly warmed up to the controls. The chirps of the character were beautiful and just as she suspected from the character design, matched those of a bird. She quickly traversed the map, and made it to the next area. It looked like the puzzle for this area was to rebuild the bridge. As she completed the first arc of the ribbon bridge, a corner of her screen was lit white. Diana didn’t quite know what that meant, and quickly looked around the area.

A small figure ran up to her character. It looked nearly the same, except the call sign that it used looked like four n’s stacked up on one another. They jumped in the air and ran around Diana excitedly, letting out staccato cheeps. Diana laughed in spite of herself. Perhaps she wouldn’t be playing this game alone after all. She let out a few cheeps herself, and gave a small jump. Her excited companion jumped as well. Together they uncovered the mysteries of the ruins. Leading one another to the lights that would lengthen their scarves and fixing the bridge, the two worked in tandem.

Together they traversed the desert, from watching the star fall to freeing the carpet creatures, Diana was enjoying herself more and more. Her partner was excitable, calling to her frequently. Diana was more reserved with her song, only using it to regenerate her partner’s scarf, or to call attention to murals, the orbs of light, and where to go. As they unveiled more and more of the plot together, Diana began to piece together what had caused the ruins in this desert world. A civil war between the tribe, fighting over scraps of power. It was all too familiar to her own household. What concerned Diana was the murals that showed the ancients riding beasts. What would she and her partner face on their journey?

She was roused from her thoughts by the frantic cheeps of her partner. Diana had stopped walking and obviously concerned her compatriot. She let out a series of calls in return to assure them that she wasn’t going anywhere. Diana wanted to finish the game with them. Together they traversed the sands once more. This time they slid down steep hills together, weaving in and out of columns of old crumbling stone. The sand grains scattered from behind them, and the sun’s glare made it look like they were skating over gold. It truly was beautiful. Her partner soared through the air with every jump. It was a dance between the two of them. Her travel companion was sticking as close to Diana as possible. For once Diana was at peace. She wasn’t alone, and she was having fun with this mystery player. All too soon, the peaceful moment was over. Together they fell into an abyss, floating softly down. It was dark down in the ruins, and the unnatural blue lights that littered the ground made the dark world even more eerie. Even though the game had been peaceful so far, this area screamed danger.

Her companion huddled ever closer, the contact making their scarves shine. Together they walked through the boxy ruins. Diana nearly screamed in terror when one of the blue lights on the ground unearthed itself to be a monster of iron. It let out a screeching cry, the call sounding like metal being pushed through a shredder. Diana’s heart beat fast, and she felt her body tense. She hunched over, eyes focusing on the screen. Diana watched for the metal beasts, wanting nothing more than to get past this area. She hated how her partner was more quiet now. The joyful cheeps had ceased in favor of a tense silence. One of fear and watchfulness. Diana quickly sounded off two hoots of reassurance. They would be safe. She’d make sure of it. The two stealthily made their way through the distorted maze of monsters and withered stone columns. Letting out calls to move when it was safe, Diana slowly guided her companion in what she hoped was the right way.

The harrowing journey ended in a frantic slide down a slope, with the titans in pursuit close behind. They were saved by some sort of force field. It prevented the beasts from attacking them. Diana leaned back and took a breath. She put the remote down and stretched the tension out of her back. She smiled as she looked at the screen. Her companion flew around her, letting out long cries of what she assumed was elation. She let out a few reserved cries as well. Calming down from what she supposed was their shared high, they moved onward and triggered the next area of the game.

The camera panned around the screen, showing her that they were now in the bowels of the ruins, and would have to platform their way up. However, after triggering the first mural, a golden cloud filled the bottom tier of the tower. Diana let out a laugh as she noticed that her friend was now flying around, letting out near constant chirps. Diana joined her in the impromptu dance, lighting the murals and relishing in the trials they had overcome. When a whale seemingly made of carpet appeared, Diana once again was awestruck at the sheer beauty of the game’s world. It struck such a chord in her, and she couldn’t fathom why. She rode the whale with her friend together, and lit the final mural. One that showed a trial to come. A storm, and the two of them fighting through it. Diana hoped it would end well, but a nervous feeling gnawed at her stomach. She breathed in deep. If she was with her friend, she was sure she could overcome whatever trial was next.

Diana could almost feel the coldness of the mountain. Feel the winds that pushed her and her friend back relentlessly. The beasts stalked them once more. Their harsh cries carried through the snow covered world. Diana huddled with her friend, in an attempt to keep the scarves they wore charged. It looked as if they were huddling for warmth, in a pathetic attempt to keep moving in the cold. They slowly continued on, both limping through the snow. Her friends’ calls were fewer now. They didn’t really show on the screen. Diana frowned with worry. The winds were getting stronger now, both their movements were slower. Tears filled her eyes as she watched them move from a slow walk, to a creep, then to a crawl. She didn’t move forward when her friend fell, and stayed with them until she collapsed next to them into the snow.

She watched with a stony face as the elders looked on their bodies sadly, and tried not to cry. They had come so far together, only to have their journey cut short. She wanted to scream. Diana prepared to turn off the game then and there, but she stopped midway. A glow filled the screen as her character was revitalized, and shot into the air. Diana let out a whoop, manners be damned. Frantically pressing her controller, she let out a string of calls, searching for her friend. When they were answered, she flopped back into the couch relieved. They were here. They made it. Together Diana and her friend danced together in the sky, letting out chirps as they circled one another. Finally, their dance came to an end. They stopped at the pinnacle of the mountain. Letting out one final call to each other, the characters bowed and they walked into the beam of light.

Diana leaned back, eyes misty as the credits rolled. She had never felt so relieved and accomplished. Together she and her partner had done it. They completed the journey. She let the controller fall from her grasp as the game’s final cutscene ended. The final shot was of the desert at night. Diana let out a gasp as words flicked across the screen. “Companions met along the way: Katsu_Kaa_Gari” Diana muttered aloud. Her hand twitched as she contemplated messaging the companion that she played the game with. Would they even want to talk? Would they be rude? Perhaps it was best to leave them alone. Absentmindedly she rubbed the hem of her shirt as doubts swirled in her thoughts like a muddy cloud. She almost didn’t hear the ping of the message she got on her console.

Diana scrambled for the controller and quickly flicked to messages. It was a message from Katsu_Kaa_Gari.

Katsu_Kaa_Gari [2:40pm]: Thank you for the amazing Journey! It made my heart go ドキドキのワクワク ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

Katsu_Kaa_Gari [2:41pm]: 本当にありがとう！(＾▽＾)

Diana fumbled with the controller, anxious to type out a reply. She slowly tapped out her message, editing it, deleting, and re-typing until she deemed it perfect.

Greem_Been [2:56pm]: Thank you as well. I very much enjoyed playing with you. Your company made this game very enjoyable. It was a memorable way to spend my birthday and I thank you for your time.

Diana bit her lip anxiously as she waited for a reply. Perhaps she took too long? Did they get bored?

Katsu_Kaa_Gari [2:57pm]: AAAAAA you responded! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Katsu_Kaa_Gari [2:57pm]: Happy Birthday to you as well! I am very much glad I could keep you company. (*￣▽￣)b

Katsu_Kaa_Gari [2:58pm]: If you want, we can play other games too! I have minecraft if you want! We can celebrate your birthday even more! (☆ω☆)

Katsu_Kaa_Gari [2:58pm]: Of course I am a stranger, so you dont have to. If I am a bother I am sorry ごめんなさい！

Diana blinked at the flurry of messages and let out a giggle. The person behind the messages was just as excitable as they were in game. If she recalled, Minecraft was one of the games she had gotten when she was first gifted with the console. She didn’t recall how to play it, but one game couldn’t hurt. Besides, if Katsu was a sketchy figure, she could always block them.

Greem_Been [2:59pm]: I would be honored if you would play with me. However I will not hesitate to block you if you misbehave.

As an afterthought, she typed out another message.

Greem_Been [3:00pm]: Thank you for offering. I enjoy playing with you.

Katsu_Kaa_Gari [3:00pm]: よし！My Minecraft ID is the same as here! I already added you! I look forward to playing!

Diana let out another giggle. It looks like her birthday wouldn’t be so lonely after all. Who knows, maybe she had made a new friend. Quietly Diana thanked Anna for choosing this particular gift in her mother’s name. She was looking forward to the rest of the day.

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Translation notes:

ドキドキのワクワク: Doki Doki no Waku Waku (we all know what this one means)

本当にありがとう: Thank you very much!

ごめんなさい: I am sorry!

よし: Alright!

All of these were translated with google translate, so there may be errors :’)

#lwa #little witch academia #diana cavendish #akko kagari #dianakko #diakko #if you squint #lol #my writing #daily speaks #this is one hot mess #happy birthday you cabbage bastard

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kc-anathema · 4 years

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Reblogging ‘cause I don’t like being swiped at.

More rise of the tmnt bitching. A lot of bitching, actually.

Not surprised a lot of long term fans hated this show. Just because a show has its fans doesn’t mean it’s above criticism, or that it doesn’t suck. And man, this show had a ton of things to dislike. This, coming from an old school fan who had major issues with some of the original Mirage comics, hated portions of the original cartoon, and disliked swaths of the 2012 toon. (Miss me with the stupidity of the Next Mutation and the Bayverse.)

I could go off on the Rise version of ‘splinter’, which is hilarious when you know I hate most incarnations of Splinter. This one was just bottom of the barrel and the show knew and shifted on it, but there was no way to change that much from such a terrible initial characterization.

And I could definitely go off on April, who had vapid characterization, nothing in the way of conflict, and just stagnated through the show. I find a lot of April’s boring, but this one was bad. Not the worst--that’s still original toon, but still pretty bland.

The less said about the villains, the better--they were boring, disgusting, and frankly, I’m still a little insulted that lgbt representation came in the form of a hippo and a goddamn worm. Of course not a main character. Sorry, I don’t like acting happy for scraps, and this was shit scraps.

However, the real issues came with the crap humor, nauseating designs, and the complete lack of substance.

All of this is hard to discuss as they’re each a distinct issue but yet they bleed into each other. If I had to sum up, a simple comparison would probably work.

The series that looked like this...

Straightforward, stylized, different than before but played straight. That’s where the show shined. That’s where the show could have been something good. A new set of designs, a different take on the characters, giving them room to grow and change and echo. This had such potential that it’s what makes me so pissed at the creative team behind the show that they gave us this instead:

That.

And you know what, I’m adding in the other one:

I nearly threw up at this. This is just gross-out humor focused on complete non-entities. And the whole show was like this--either the designs were disgusting or else the show ignored the main characters to focus on something I didn’t come to watch. Was anyone seriously invested in the brotherly drama of the two characters above? Instead I see Leonardo getting pushed to the side, which seemed to happen in several episodes where the main four are ignored so some third tier character can take the spotlight, usually for a throw-away laugh, and...that’s not why I tried to watch this?

Add the crap pacing and I’m not surprised this show died. I’ve been hearing about how great the animation was in the finale--I don’t care. Fuck the animation if I don’t care about the characters. There were hints of what they were leading up to with Shredder, and those hints felt interesting and cool, but that’s all they were--hints, well hidden behind sight gags about kicking a foot sign on people’s faces or tickling challenges in a library. It felt like a mess of stupid without any good characterization to back it up.

There were occasional scraps of interesting things--Donatello feels neglected by his father and his family. Raphael is ruled by his emotions and even his positive emotions can betray him. Leonardo has confidence issues and will do unheroic things like run from fights. Mikey is treated like a baby. April seems to be living alone and is lonely. All of these had potential. All of these could have been so great if brought up and developed. This is where the show could have outshone every other incarnation.

Instead the ninjitsu was treated like a joke, the characters served only as punchlines, and the show never won back the audience it alienated.

“But all the callbacks to previous shows!” So what if it referenced previous incarnations? The show wasn’t going to win prizes based on what it could reference. The show has to stand on its own first.

I really wanted this show to succeed. There were elements I wanted to see done well. I knew it could be a dumpster fire, but even that could have been fun. Instead watching it felt like I was doing a chore to stay current with fandom.

I’m not looking forward to anything else in this fandom. I’m done. I’ll be amazed if the seth rogan film is any good. The current comic is boring and badly done with gimmicks. Can they please just give this IP to a team that knows how to write characters and not gags?

update:

Confession, not quite sure what you mean, plz feel free to clarify. If you mean the changing incarnations what I liked about the differences...there is a core to these characters that is fun to explore, twist, shift, stretch, and throw into a fire. Watching the high drama that results and the unexpected ways they react is the fun of this experience.

2012--Raphael admits he can’t handle putting his brothers in harm’s way and yields fighting for position. Leo isn’t the best fighter but is the best tactician. Splinter is actually good for the first few seasons. 2003--Michelangelo is the most emotionally intuitive character. Donatello is absolutely in wonder at the world around them. Mirage--the highway dimension issue. The way they mail themselves to Egypt. And Rise--the way Leo runs from the fight and stealths the rest. Michelangelo’s art splattered everywhere. Donatello’s leather shell. And yet so much of that went nowhere.

This fandom is like a buffet--take what you like, leave the rest, and make your own meal. And Rise had the chance to leave a whole new pile of fandom pickings well beyond what the Beyverse threw down. But...nope. Sight gags and boring, lackluster characterization.

The characters were born out of a dark, urban comic book with a very dark take. Five mutants in the city cistern, intent on revenge against the clan violence that turned them into deadly warriors. The very fact that this farfetched idea can be played so deadpan should indicate that its humor is best played straight, like there’s nothing weird about any of this. It can be the most hilarious when it’s being 100% sincere. There is an emotional core there that has lasted almost as long as I’ve been alive. It’s when people go out of their way to make it humorous that it just fails so hard. They’re four turtles who are ninjas. It’s already a joke. That’s the lowest hanging fruit possible. The trick is to make you care enough to watch and find them cool.

Y’know what’s funny? I was willing to try up until I got to the capybara episodes. And then I was just...yeah. Whatevs.

#in a nutshell #rant

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the-blackholeus · 4 years

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You saved me, so I return the favor. (TMNT2016 Shredder X Reader) Part 2

(For all Krang lovers, I’m sorry^^. I love this slimy alien myself, and he is my favorite character next to Shredder in the TMNT series.)

Male:

Pain...insufferable pain...that was the only thing he felt right now. Every nerve in his body burned like he was on fire, and he felt like his blood was acid. Shredder moaned in pure agony as another syringe was interjected, and he felt the liquid mixing with his blood. Nausea rose in his stomach as he pressed his eyelids together, trying to ignore that cruel laugh that came from the creature before him.

Krang licked over his lips as he pulled the little needle back and let some drops fall to the floor. “Aw, what’s wrong, Shredder? Is the pain too much to bear?”, the brain-like warlord asked and wiped the saliva from his plump lip, letting it drop to the floor with a sickening sound, not really helping with the human’s nausea problem.

“Y-You bastard!”, he gasped out, trying his best to swallow the acid of his stomach that traveled up his throat. “W-When I get out of here, I will…”

The alien interrupted him with a harsh slap on his cheek, laughing cruelly as he did so. “You’re not going anywhere, puny little earthling. You are nothing more than my test-object, and even if you would manage to get free, you’re so full of substances, you won’t get far.”

Again, he licked his lips and patted his naked shoulder, before retracted himself into the robot-suit he has repaired, leaving the room, but before he closed the door, his voice echoed through the room one last time. “And I will be finished with you soon anyway, Oroku Saki!”

The human let out a week sounding growl, feeling how the burning liquid ran with his blood through his whole body and let him know where all veins he possessed were. His head fell back, hitting the hard surface of the wall, closing his eyes, trying to distract himself for the sake of his sanity. The first thing he could think of was Y/N, the man he saved from a rapist a while ago.

He didn’t know why he did it, but he was glad. The memory of the young man who talked to him like a person and not like a monster, the knowledge that someone accepted him as a man was good for his already twisted mind and helped him through that heartless torture that insane alien put him through.

A week after Krang had suffered a humiliating defeat, he had freed him and started to use him as a test subject for all those liquids in his laboratory, may it be healing potions or poison…everything was tested on him.

He had lost count of how many times he tried to force himself to throw up, but that twisted warlord had already foreseen that possibility and injected something that made it impossible.

On some days, it wasn’t so bad, but in others, it just burned like acid was thrown on and inside him…and today was one of them.

But if it was only that this insane thing was using him for. He, too, lost count of creatures he had already fought against.

Every time Krang wanted to know how what creatures he could use to take over planet earth, he let him fight against one of his “prizes” he got when he overthrew other dimensions. He survived but got plenty of new scars.

Hours of pure suffering passed until Krang finally returned, a grin on his slimy face. “Hello, my dear earthling”, he purred and forced him to look at him. “Did you have fun?”

“Y-You sick…l-little.”, the human tried to curse him, but his words got stuck in his throat. He had no strength left, he was trained, and his muscular body felt like he was just pushed into a fire that burned him alive. “What was that? I’m afraid I can’t hear you!”,

The warlord laughed…but it soon turned into a serious face.

Oh, no…what is coming now?

“I have run out of tests, Shredder. And you know what this means, do you?” He gave no response, and just glared at the brain-like creature before him, his eyes hard, his face impassive, but on the inside, he was practically melting with fear.

“No, of course not, your pathetic little creature! Don’t worry, I didn’t expect that much of you!”, Krang laughed and wrapped one of his tentacles around his neck, squeezing it just enough for him to cut off his airway.

“You’ve exhausted your usefulness to me, little human! I’ve got no reason to keep you now, and that means it’s time for me to take out the trash!”

The warlord laughed and released his neck, causing him to cough. Nausea grabbed him, and he gagged a few times before it finally stilled, wincing as his stomach cramped and stung like it was impaled with little knives.

“W-What a-are you going to do right now, you insane b-bubble gum!”, he rasped and spit blood out of his mouth, that an open lip has filled up. “K-Kill me? Then g-go on, if you thi-think I am scared of d-death, t-then you are w-wrong!”

The older male merely laughed at him and slapped his shoulders. “No, my dear Shredder, I’m not going to kill you, I’ve got to save my strength for other things. I rather thought about just dropping you in the middle of New York, bleeding, suffering and left to die. And with what you did, I doubt that anyone who finds you will save you.”

Krang, again, released a hoarse laugh and injected something in the human’s veins. In a few seconds, Shredder knew no more…

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Pain…pain, so much pain. Everything on his body was on fire. Shredder groaned as he regained consciousness, slowly opening his eyes, but his vision was more than just blurry.

The only thing he knew was that he was somewhere barely lit. He tried to roll over, but he couldn’t even move, he could even barely breathe.

He coughed and tasted a familiar liquid on his tongue. Blood, and not a little. He felt as it ran out of his mouth and down his face, and his ears caught the sound of the drops hitting the surface he laid on.

He closed his eyes again and tried to relax, hoping that death or at least the comforting darkness would come soon to claim him.

But suddenly, he heard something…were those sounds steps? Yes, they were. Fast footsteps that seemed to approach him. Hope suddenly bloomed in his chest, but just as fast as it came, it disappeared, and Krangs words suddenly echoed through his mind. With a pang, he realized that the warlord was right. Who would help him?

Only people from his clan would, but he doubted that they would be there. They didn’t even know that he was alive. They were probably hiding somewhere and won’t come out until its safe. Damn cowards!! It was probably just some random man or woman who was walking by and has spotted his body on the floor.

The steps stopped, and the breathing of the person hitched, and it was that moment that he knew that they had recognized him and was probably going to call the police.

A few moments passed, and he only waited for their voice telling the cops that he was here, but there was only silence. Then, suddenly, the stranger started to walk again.

He felt a hand touching his shoulders and turn him to what he guessed could only be his direction and something soft wiped away the blood that was already starting to dry.

“Saki…”

That voice…

That beautiful voice…

Y/N, he thought, and his eyes opened. He stared at the blur that faced him and opened his mouth to call for help, but all that came out was blood and saliva. “N-No…don't talk. R-Rest. I-I will call someone…”The grip on his shoulder tightened and he saw how the blur, that was the one he saved a while ago, sat down next to him.

Shredder wanted to make a sound of protest, but he couldn’t, the only thing that he could do was to widen his eyes, but he was sure that the young man didn’t notice.

“Hello, Andrew!?”, he heard the soft voice. “Yeah, I know, it’s in the middle of the night, but I need you to do me a favor. Listen, I found a friend of mine here in the park near my house, and something’s wrong with him. He can’t move, can’t talk and coughs blood.

Five minutes? Good, bye. Oh, another thing…please don’t call the police! I’ll explain everything when he’s okay.”

The Ninja felt the warm hand slip up to his face, the blurry frame of the young man he had saved leaned over him, and he felt the warm breathing hitting his face. “My friend’s coming, he’s a doctor. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he won’t call the cops. You’re safe, trust me!”

Shredder just coughed, spitting blood, before closing his eyes, resting against the person that was now saving him. He said his friend was coming, and that he was a doctor, so a little rest until he arrived wouldn’t hurt…right?

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“Is h....g...ng to b...al….t?”, he heard a voice ask as the darkness around him slowly faded and pulled him back into the world of awareness. “Y..”, came as just as blurry answer. He recognized a different voice, but he couldn’t make out more, he felt too exhausted. “H...n… a lot of r…”

He groaned as he slowly moved his right arm to his forehead and began to rub the sweated skin with his scarred fingers, trying his best to ease the burning headache. On his hardest, he tried to remember what happened. The last thing Shredder could recall was lying in the park, unable to move, chocking on his own blood.

Suddenly, warm fingers wrapped around his hands and began to massage his knuckles. Slowly, he began to open his eyes, staring at the beautiful face of the man…Y/N. A small smile came across his scarred lips as he did so. The kind human gave him one in return and whispered, “Good morning, Saki.”

His smile vanished as another man leaned over him and eyed him with a stern expression. Careful, he reached down and shone with some sort of flashlight right into his pupils, before retreating and walking away.

“His eyes show no abnormal activities, but I’ll keep an eye on him for the next few days just to be sure.” “When will I be able to get him home?”, he heard Y/N ask and looked over to the older man.

“Three or four days. We almost lost him yesterday after all.”, he answered and came into view again, holding a bandage. “Those need a change once a day, and you’ll have to help him to walk. He’s really weak.”

Shredder would have laughed if his whole body didn’t burn like he just bathed in acid. He could feel that he had barely the strength to hold himself awake, there’s no need to rub that into his face.

“He’ll probably sleep a lot, but don’t worry, that’s normal.” Y/N nodded and squeezed his hand before smiling down at him with a kindness that made his cold heart melt.

Never in his life had someone cared for him as much as the younger male did, not even his mother.

“Hey, Saki.”, the man he saved spoke in a soft tune and ran his fingers through his hair, which was still wet from sweat. He made a small noise in response and gave another weak smile.

“I’m glad you’re awake. We almost lost you yesterday, you know?”, he said, and again, traced his knuckles. “You’re probably tired, aren’t you?” Shredder nodded and gave a small groan as harsh pain shot through his neck.

“Well then, rest. I’ll be there when you wake up.” Without skipping a beat, Shredder listened and closed his eyes, falling asleep within a minute.

---

The days passed quicker than the man could have believed.

He was sitting in his room, a book that Y/N had brought him yesterday, in his hands. The door opened, and he turned his attention from the story to the young man, who entered, and smiled as he closed it behind him.

“Hello, Saki!”, he greeted and walked over to him, sitting down next to the bed. “Greetings Y/N.”, he chuckled, and laid the book down on his lab, getting into a more comfortable position. “I’ve already expected you to come.”

“So, tell me, how are you feeling today?” Saki chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. “Quite well, thank you. How about yourself?” The younger smiled. “Oh, I’m good.”

“Today is the day.”, the Shredder mumbled and sat up. “Today is the day I finally leave this goddamn place.” Y/N nodded, a wide smile on his face. “Yeah. I can imagine that you’re happy. Two days ago, you couldn’t even walk, and yesterday, you already ran through the gardens without any problems. It's really surprising how well and fast you're healing.”

Saki chuckled, the smile not leaving his scarred lips. “Yes, and that all thanks to you. If you hadn’t called your friend, I wouldn’t be alive now. You had the choice to let me die, and yet, you saved me and considering my past, I would have deserved to bleed out.”

“No.”, Y/N suddenly argued and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand up to his face. Saki understood and took his cheek into his palm, stroking over the s/c skin. “You don’t. You might be the Shredder, but you’re not as bad as people say.” The older man’s eyes widened. “Y-You know?”, he asked, quite shocked that he was still sitting so calmly next to him.

“Yeah. The morning after you left, the TV reported that you broke free from prison. I was quite surprised and hoped to see you soon so that you could answer some questions, but as you didn’t come, I decided to search for you. You’re a criminal, so I figured that you would roam through the streets at night. When I found you in the park, I was shocked, and scared you wouldn’t make it.”

The younger man sighed and pressed his face even closer into his palm. “I was so glad that the doctor said that you were going to survive.” “You’re full of surprises.”, Saki whispered and stroked over the soft skin.

“So are you. You saved me, a stranger that had no use to you, from a disgusting guy like R/N and I returned the favor.” Saki couldn’t help but laugh heartily, pulling the smaller/taller man into a hug. “You’re an even kinder soul than I imagined.”

---

“Saki, I’m home!”, a soft voice called into the room, causing the ninja to turn his head to the direction of the source. A small smile came across his scarred lips as he spotted Y/N, who just closed the door that led to the kitchen behind him.

“Hello, my love. How was your day?”, he greeted back, and walked up to him, lifting his hand to close it around his neck, pulling him into a quick kiss on the lips. “It was good, but a lot of work of course.”, was the response as he pulled back.

“What is that wonderful smell?” Saki hummed and smiled as he walked over to the food he cooked. “Well, the week’s over, and you’re finally home. I have taken this weekend off so we can finally spend some time together, starting with dinner.”

“Awesome!”, Y/N laughed and threw his jacket over one of the chairs, before sitting down on it. “What did you make?” “F/F (Favorite Food) of course.”, he bowed and opened the drawer to take two plates out of it when a stabbing pain suddenly ran through his body.

He hissed out as he shot up and grabbed his chest, rubbing the aching spot and felt how the bandages underneath his shirt moved with his fingers. “Saki! Are you alright?!”, the younger man cried out in shock and jumped off his seat. A few seconds passed before the expression of pain finally left his face.

Y/N hugged him, pressing his body tightly against his. “Yes. I’m okay. It’s just that blasted wound again.” He sighed in relief when the pain passed completely.

After a few weeks – in which they became lovers – he had left the hospital, he collapsed again. The doctors, who stayed silent after a grand payment coming from Karai, who had become Y/N’s best friend after she had heard that he had saved her master, found out, that his body had slowed aging. One year felt for his body felt like a half year and the process of that “slowing down” was incredibly painful.

After one year, it had become bearable for the ninja, but when he gets injured, as he had a week ago when he fought against a few people of his clan so that his muscles could claim the strength that they once had back, it would hurt far more.

The Food-Clans scientists said that the change was not yet complete, and wounds would hurt far more until it was. It would pass soon, they said. The young man wasn’t sure if he could trust them, but he kept his eyes on his lover anyway. He even moved into the ninja master’s personal quarters.

Saki pulled back, kissed Y/N’s forehead and patted his shoulders. “Don’t worry, I am alright. I just needed a second. And now sit down. I didn’t waste my whole afternoon for the dinner to get cold!”, he laughed, and pushed his lover towards the table, before bowing to the drawer yet again. This time, the pain decided to leave him alone.

He put the food onto the plates, and walked over to the table, setting it down in front of you before taking the seat himself, and they started to eat. Saki’s dark eyes stared at his lover’s face the whole time while said human literally devoured the food, a sign that he hadn’t eaten all day, a small smile on his scarred face. “Mmmh! This is so good!”, he shouted when he was done, and the older man couldn’t help but laugh at his behavior.

“Thank you, my love.”, he chuckled after he had swallowed the last bite. “You’re awesome!” Y/N grinned brightly at him and reached out for the scarred hand, to which he complied. “Same to you. Without you, I would not be here today and rotting away in a cell or in a grave instead.”

“Yeah, but you saved me too. How knows what R/N would have done to me if you didn’t show up. I don’t even want to think about it.” He lifted his hands to his scarred lips and kissed the back of it with his soft, warm lips.

“So, enough talking. I don’t want to darken the mood. Do you want a dessert?”, he asked, and a grin slowly formed on lips. He mirrored it. “It depends on what it is...or which dessert you mean?” He chuckled and rose his eyebrow. “And which one do you want?”, he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Y/N chuckled and stood up, walking over to the older man, his hand never leaving the other. “You know exactly which one, you bastard.”, he hissed before grabbing his strong shoulder and pulling the smaller/taller body up for a kiss. “Indeed I do.”, he mumbled against his lips.

They kissed yet again, much harder this time, their tongues fighting for dominance. What they failed to notice, however, was that Karai, who had a key to the private quarters and needed some sort of decision for something the young man didn’t want to be involved in, was standing in the doorframe, a surprised look on her face, which turned into a soft smile when after she watched them making out for a second.

Very slowly, she retreated, careful not make a sound. She didn’t want to disturb those two love birds. She turned, walked out of the quarters and along the halls, and when she was out of ear reach, she began to laugh.

Female:

“Y-You bastard!”, he gasped out, trying his best to swallow the acid of his stomach that traveled up his throat. “W-When I get out of here, I will…”

Again, he licked his lips and patted his naked shoulder before retracted himself into the robot-suit he has repaired, leaving the room, but before he closed the door, his voice echoed through the room one last time. “And I will be finished with you soon anyway, Oroku Saki!”

The human let out a week sounding growl, feeling how the burning liquid ran with his blood through his whole body and let him know where all veins he possessed were. His head fell back, hitting the hard surface of the wall, he closed his eyes, trying to distract himself for the sake of his sanity. The first thing he could think of was Y/N, the woman he saved from a rapist a while ago.

He didn’t know why he did it, but he was glad. The memory of the young woman who talked to him like a person and not like a monster, the knowledge that someone accepted him as a man was good for his already twisted mind and helped him through that heartless torture that insane alien put him through.

He had lost count of how many times he tried to force himself to throw up, but that twisted warlord had already foreseen that possibility and injected something that made it impossible.

On some days, it wasn’t so bad, but in others, it just burned like acid was thrown on and inside him…and today was one of them.

But if it was only that this insane thing was using him for. He, too, lost count of creatures he had already fought against.

Hours of pure suffering passed until Krang finally returned, a grin on his slimy face. “Hello, my dear earthling”, he purred and forced him to look at him. “Did you have fun?”

The warlord laughed…but it soon turned into a serious face.

Oh, no…what is coming now?

“You’ve exhausted your usefulness to me, little human! I’ve got no reason to keep you now, and that means it’s time for me to take out the trash!”

Krang, again, released a hoarse laugh and injected something in the human’s veins. In a few seconds, Shredder knew no more…

---

Pain…pain, so much pain. Everything on his body was on fire. Shredder groaned as he regained consciousness, slowly opening his eyes, but his vision was more than just blurry.

The only thing he knew was that he was somewhere barely lit. He tried to roll over, but he couldn’t even move, he could even barely breathe.

He closed his eyes again and tried to relax, hoping that death or at least the comforting darkness would come soon to claim him.

The steps stopped, and the breathing of the person hitched, and it was that moment that he knew that they had recognized him and was probably going to call the police.

A few moments passed, and he only waited for their voice telling the cops that he was here, but there was only silence. Then, suddenly, the stranger started to walk again.

He felt a hand touching his shoulders and turn him to what he guessed could only be his direction and something soft wiped away the blood that was already starting to dry.

“Saki…”

That voice…

That beautiful voice…

Shredder wanted to make a sound of protest, but he couldn’t, the only thing that he could do was to widen his eyes, but he was sure that the young woman didn’t notice.

Five minutes? Good, bye. Oh, another thing…please don’t call the police! I’ll explain everything when he’s okay.”

The Ninja felt the warm hand slip up to his face, the blurry frame of the young woman he had saved leaned over him, and he felt the warm breathing hitting his face. “My friend’s coming, he’s a doctor. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he won’t call the cops. You’re safe, trust me!”

Shredder just coughed, spitting blood, before closing his eyes, resting against the person that was now saving him. She said her friend was coming, and that he was a doctor, so a little rest until he arrived wouldn’t hurt…right?

---

Suddenly, warm fingers wrapped around his hands and began to massage his knuckles. Slowly, he began to open his eyes, staring at the beautiful face of the woman…Y/N. A small smile came across his scarred lips as he did so. The kind human gave him one in return and whispered, “Good morning, Saki.”

His smile vanished as another man leaned over him and eyed him with a stern expression. Carefully, he reached down and shone with some sort of flashlight right into his pupils, before retreating and walking away.

“He’ll probably sleep a lot, but don’t worry, that’s normal.” Y/N nodded and squeezed his hand before smiling down at him with a kindness that made his cold heart melt.

Never in his life had someone cared for him as much as the younger female did, not even his mother.

“Hey, Saki.”, the woman he saved spoke in a soft tune and ran her fingers through his hair, which was still wet from sweat. He made a small noise in response and gave another weak smile.

“I’m glad you’re awake. We almost lost you yesterday, you know?”, she said, and again, traced his knuckles. “You’re probably tired, aren’t you?” Shredder nodded and gave a small groan as harsh pain shot through his neck.

“Well then, rest. I’ll be there when you wake up.” Without skipping a beat, Shredder listened and closed his eyes, falling asleep within a minute.

---

The days passed quicker than the man could have believed.

He was sitting in his room, a book that Y/N had brought him yesterday, in his hands. The door opened, and he turned his attention from the story to the young woman who entered and smiled as she closed it behind her.

“Hello, Saki!”, she greeted and walked over to him, sitting down next to the bed. “Greetings Y/N.”, he chuckled, and laid the book down on his lab, getting into a more comfortable position. “I’ve already expected you to come.”

“So, tell me, how are you feeling today?” Saki chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. “Quite well, thank you. How about yourself?” The younger smiled. “Oh, I’m good.”

“Today is the day.”, the Shredder mumbled and sat up. “Today is the day I finally leave this goddamn place.” Y/N nodded, a wide smile on her face. “Yeah. I can imagine that you’re happy. Two days ago, you couldn’t even walk, and yesterday, you already ran through the gardens without any problems. It's really surprising how well and fast you're healing.”

“No.”, Y/N suddenly argued and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand up to her face. Saki understood and took her cheek into his palm, stroking over the s/c skin. “You don’t. You might be the Shredder, but you’re not as bad as people say.” The older man’s eyes widened. “Y-You know?”, he asked, quite shocked that she was still sitting so calmly next to him.

The younger woman sighed and pressed her face even closer into his palm. “I was so glad that the doctor said that you were going to survive.” “You’re full of surprises.”, Saki whispered and stroked over the soft skin.

“So are you. You saved me, a stranger that had no use to you, from a disgusting guy like R/N and I returned the favor.” Saki couldn’t help but laugh heartily, pulling the smaller/taller woman into a hug. “You’re an even kinder soul than I imagined.”

---

“Hello, my love. How was your day?”, he greeted back, and walked up to her, lifting his hand to close it around her neck, pulling her into a quick kiss on the lips. “It was good, but a lot of work of course.”, was the response as she pulled back.

“Awesome!”, Y/N laughed and threw the jacket over one of the chairs, before sitting down on it. “What did you make?” “F/F (Favorite Food) of course.”, he bowed and opened the drawer to take two plates out of it when a stabbing pain suddenly ran through his body.

He hissed out as he shot up and grabbed his chest, rubbing the aching spot and felt how the bandages underneath his shirt moved with his fingers. “Saki! Are you alright?!”, the younger woman cried out in shock and jumped off her seat. A few seconds passed before the expression of pain finally left his face.

Y/N hugged him, pressing her body tightly against his. “Yes. I’m okay. It’s just that blasted wound again.” He sighed in relief when the pain passed completely.

After a few weeks – in which they became lovers – he had left the hospital, he collapsed again. The doctors, who stayed silent after a grand payment coming from Karai, who had become Y/N’s best friend after she had heard that she had saved her master, found out, that his body had slowed aging. One year felt for his body felt like a half year and the process of that “slowing down” was incredibly painful.

The Food-Clans scientists said that the change was not yet complete, and wounds would hurt far more until it was. It would pass soon, they said. The young woman wasn’t sure if she could trust them, but he kept her eyes on her lover anyway. She even moved into the ninja master’s personal quarters.

Saki pulled back, kissed Y/N’s forehead and patted her shoulders. “Don’t worry, I am alright. I just needed a second. And now sit down. I didn’t waste my whole afternoon for the dinner to get cold!”, he laughed, and pushed his lover towards the table, before bowing to the drawer yet again. This time, the pain decided to leave him alone.

He put the food onto the plates, and walked over to the table, setting it down in front of her before taking the seat himself, and they started to eat. Saki’s dark eyes stared at his lover’s face the whole time while said human literally devoured the food, a sign that she hadn’t eaten all day, a small smile on his scarred face. “Mmmh! This is so good!”, she shouted when she was done, and the older man couldn’t help but laugh at her behavior.

“Yeah, but you saved me too. How knows what R/N would have done to me if you didn’t show up. I don’t even want to think about it.” He lifted her hands to his scarred lips and kissed the back of it with his soft, warm lips.

“So, enough talking. I don’t want to darken the mood. Do you want a dessert?”, he asked, and a grin slowly formed on lips. She mirrored it. “It depends on what it is...or which dessert you mean?” He chuckled and rose his eyebrow. “And which one do you want?”, he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Y/N chuckled and stood up, walking over to the older man, her hand never leaving the other. “You know exactly which one, you bastard.”, she hissed before grabbing his strong shoulders and pulling the smaller/taller body up for a kiss. “Indeed I do.”, he mumbled against her lips.

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