#lio writes

[soaphawk]

thinking about musician!ghost a lot, because ghost can sing

♡ he’s shy about it, of course, he’s a private man. wouldn’t be caught dead singing in front of anyone, ever.

♡ but after every op, fuck, sometimes during the ops, you’ll catch him humming softly behind the mask.

♡ after an op, ghost is cleaning himself up. he doesn’t notice you—or doesn’t care that you’re there, he trusts you—singing softly to himself while he bandages up his busted knuckles

♡ he flushes bright red when he finishes, realizing you’ve listened to every word.

♡ of course, he tries to downplay it, “oh, i’m not that good” but you know better. who knew simon riley had such a soft spot?

♡ its the one thing from his life that he’s always had, that has always been safe. safety is fleeting for him, this was his only comfort. before you came along, this was all he had, the only thing no one could steal from him.

♡ slowly but surely, he opens up. he sings more, a little more open around you. when his voice hitches on a hard note, he flinches, thinking you’re going to hate it, that he’s proved he’s not good ):

♡ your encouragement spurs him on, though. the way your eyes flutter as you lean against his shoulder, one of his big hands stroking your hair back, singing quietly to you until you fall asleep. (he’s learned all your favorite songs)

♡ you have nightmares, just like he does, and the way he soothes you back to sleep is by singing lullabies to you until you’re cuddled up in his arms again. “it’s no bother,” he says, “love singing for you, dove.”

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost #ghost cod #ghost x reader #headcanon #ghost headcanon #ghost headcanons #soft ghost #call of duty #call of duty headcanons #call of duty headcanon #simon riley headcanon #simon riley headcanons #simon ghost riley headcanon #simon ghost riley headcanons #he’s got that sexy raspy voice and uuuuuuf god i would die for this man #my quest to babygirl-ify ghost continues #lio writes

[aliorsboxostuff]

So how about sub din who is just started to date Dom reader and hasn't taken his helmet off yet. So things are getting steamy with them both and is din sitting on readers lap grinding on him and reader asks if he wants to take a step further and din nods yes. And reader makes sure that din is comfortable and says to leave the helmet on for din and doesn't want to rush him. And leads to din first time with reader and is riding him in the control room in the razor crest. I hope you are doing good and really glad that you are taking mandalorian requests.-🐸

A/N Oh 🐸, you with your amazing ideas, and always so descriptive! Though I gotta change the 'Started dating reader' part because the Din in my heart is a socially awkward mf that needs at LEAST 6 months of relationship development before holding hands. I also hope you are doing well! Yall gotta bear with me here this is gonna be my FIRST take on a star wars fic, let alone a Mandalorian fic, so if I do make any mistakes while writing some Mando'a words here, feel free to DM me or reply so I can fix where I wrote it wrong! As always, apologies for some mistakes, english is my 2nd language, and enjoy dear Readers! <3

Ner Din'ika 

Tags: Din Djarin x m!Reader, Grogu, Luke Skywalker, he's there as Grogus's teacher tho lmao, Mando'a words (Translation at the end), Bottom!Din, soft!Din, Keldabe kiss, First Kiss, Riding, Pet names, touch-starved!Din, fluff, fluff and smut, aftercare.

Din's first time with you is—as expected—filled with yearning and want and scalding touches and a kiss? 

[Takes place around the time frame of Grogus training in Book of Boba Fett, but i refuse to let The Razor Crest explode so here we are]

You stand at the mouth of The Razor Crest, watching as Din supervised Grogu’s latest training with Luke. The kid has flown a total of five little pebbles and an even more impressive number of bigger boulders, seven now counting. Din, worry and protectiveness practically oozing from his armor, stands off to the side, just near the tree lines, eyes watchful of his foundling as Luke, yet again, lets the little boy fly over his head. You’d deem it dangerous, stars, maybe irresponsible. But what do you know about Jedi training?

Instead, your eyes follow the line of Din's stature. His arms are crossed, leaning against some of the bamboos. Clearly trying to resemble a sort of relaxed stance, but you can see the tension, feel it even. Comes with being a Mandalorian’s boyfriend, you chuckle. Those broad shoulders lean back, Beskar reflecting the shining light of the growing evening, slowly he turns his head to glance at you sitting on the Crest’s mouth. You meet his visor, grinning, before he curtly turns back to where he was watching his kid. Your smile widens.

You met him through Cara Dune. She’s a good friend of yours, the one who pulled you out of your boring everyday life on Sorgan, used to fish the little morsels from your villages ponds, to hanging around her and earned her respect. Until that Beskar donned man and his little green kid came. Thought he wanted to take in Cara and you were ready to step in his way, but after they dueled, they came to a truce and started their alliance. He helped the villagers fight off the raiders that once terrorized the place, and once that's done he opted to leave, not before you hitched a ride to Nevarro with Cara.

It had to be admitted, the kid did catch your heart and held on to it, so you offered to help him and Grogu find his kind. Cycles after your initial meeting, you’ve grown close with both Din and Grogu, curious at the man’s past and equally drawn to him. Then that imperial bastard, Moff Gideon, had to up and steal the kid. So you, Cara, Bo-Katan and Hell, Boba Fett himself, joined forces to save him. 

The universe truly is bountiful to its protector, because you didn't take into account that saving The Mandalorians kid would give you the honor of learning his name and, by stars, becoming his boyfriend. Remembering back to those months, you still think you're the luckiest warrior in the whole galaxy to be blessed with such an amazing and loving clan of three. 

Reeling back to reality, far into the field, you see Grogu has gone tired and Luke has halted their training for the day, the little green guy already slumping into the dirt below and curling in on himself. You sigh fondly, walking down the ramp and jogging to wear Grogus doe eyes are already half lidded, and he yawns. 

“Come here kiddo,” You coo as you pick up his little body, cradling him in your arms. You see Luke talking to Din, too far away for you to catch, but you could see him nodding to Lukes animated chatter. You smile, glancing back down to Grogus little head burying himself deeper into your warmth, he’s already pawing at the jacket you're wearing, which makes you giggle and pull it around his little body. 

Luke walks over to where you’re standing, smiling as he sees Grogu already bundled up by you. “We should have dinner first before we sleep, right Grogu?”

Now that made his floppy ears perk. Grogu immediately turns from where you were hugging him, making grabby hands and incoherent words at the idea of food, which you smile at before handing him to Lukes waiting arms. 

“We’ll join you in a bit,” You said, and Luke nodded, already turning back into the direction of his temple. 

On cue, Din approaches you and slides an arm around your middle, pulling you to him at which you welcome the tug. With a steady hand on the cool Beskar chest plate, the two of you watch as Grogu flails his arms around, undoubtedly talking about something that only Luke could understand, the serenity of the fields surrounding you lulls you into a sense of peace. You turn to meet Dins visor, directed at Luke and Grogu, before it slowly turns to you, making you smile softly. Slowly, you bring your hand to caress the side of his helmet, fingers edging slightly under it, taking in the feeling of that powerful metal that has saved your boyfriend countless times. His gloved hand holds your wrist, not tugging away, just an anchor, a testament to his trust in you to know you’ll never take off his helmet, to know you’re patient to let Din take his own pace. 

The hand holding his helmet pulls slightly, and Din comes with. Your eyes flutter close as you feel the cold Beskar touch your crown, sighing when a shaky hand cups your jaw, bringing you closer. Despite the gap the armor creates, you’re never tired of feeling Dins hand on your nape, heavy over your pulse, burning even through his gloves. You smile, pulling back slightly, before you press a kiss to where his cheeks would be. “Let’s eat, cyar’ika,” You whisper, and you feel him nod.

You smile when he pulls back, arm still securely on your hips while the other smoothes over your jaw. You chuckle, pulling him to the smell of dinner being prepared by Luke, tugging him by his hand.

— 

After dinner is done and cleaned, Din has given Grogu his nightly bath and the kid is ready to pass out at any moment. Luke has taken him to his quarters and settled the little one on his own bed, just on the other side of his room. The bots have yet to make more sleeping quarters, still focusing on more classes and storage area, so the only available bed room would be Lukes, where Grogu is also staying. 

You and Din have known this from your last visits, opting to sleep in the privacy of the Crest instead. So you and Din bid the two a good night, and trek up the clearing where the ship is docked. 

Din’s arm never left your side, holding and pressing slightly, making you arch a brow at him. He only stares at you, undoubtedly false innocent eyes inside that helmet. You scoff, nudging him aside before pressing the button to close the ramp, submerging the two of you in the darkness of the Crest, shards of the twin moons the only thing leading you and Din up into the hull of the ship. 

His hands now roam around your body, pushing you slightly until your back hits the wall, you return his desperate touch with the same fervor. Finding the sliver of body suit on his hip not covered by his armor, you snake insistent fingers into the fabric and squeeze, his helmet not able to hide his groan.

“Easy dearest,” You smooth your hand over the area, other hand holding the side of his neck, thumb drawing soothing circles. “Let's take these off, alright?” He nods shakily.

You lead him to the compartment next to the sleeping pod, the table there clean of clutter and made to store Dins armor. Piece by piece, starting with his shoulder pauldrons, each part eased off with care, pressing a kiss to the Mudhorn signet, you can hear Dins stuttered breath. Then down to his vambraces, littering kisses from his shoulder and leading a path down to his forearm, then hands as you carefully pry off those thick gloves. You push Din slightly so his waist hits the edge of the table, pressing another kiss to the bare skin of his hand, half lidded eyes meets his visor at which you hear him exhale a ragged breath. 

Carefully unbuckling the belts around his breastplate, setting it on the table before you pull off the breastplate, the bodystocking stretches over his broad chest deliciously. As you put the armor piece aside, your hand smoothes over the fabric, pressing slightly where you know Din is sensitive the most, watching him inhale sharply before you smirk, littering kisses on your way down. As you crouch, you move to take off each leg piece, first tigh guards, pressing light kisses on the exposed fabric, then shin guards and the belts on top of it, then finally the knee-pads and his heavy boots. Gentle hands stoke up slightly, pushing the end of his pants up until you feel the tickle of leg hair, Din visibly shaking on top of you, gripping the table behind him until his scarred knuckles turn white. 

You smile, languidly making your way up his body, unwrapping his cape and setting it aside. The final divide between you and your boyfriend. His last brick, and the wall crumbles down. 

Shaking hands clasps at your back as you press kisses on his still covered clavicle, making the fabric damp and warm as he squirms. You hear his breath grow ragged, then you bite down, just enough to hear him groan and drop his head to your shoulder, his hands holding onto you like a lifeline. 

“Sleeping pod or-” 

“T-the cockpit…” He falters as you press another kiss nearing his neck. “Please,” 

You hum, nodding against his neck before leading him by the hand, careful touches along his hips as you usher him up the stairs. You follow suit, not forgetting to grab the lube from the compartment on the wall. 

When your feet touch the cockpits floor, Din impatiently pulls you up, hands stroking over your chest, down to your hips at which he breathes raggedly under your chin. You chuckle, moving him back until he feels the control panel. He almost jumps to sit on it, but you sit back on the captain's chair, you pull him towards you, making him stumble into your lap. His whine reverberates through his helmet's modulator adding a static edge to it. You made sure he’s comfortable before sliding your hands to his back, reaching to tug the zipper down. 

The zippers opens his backside into the night's cold air, making him arch into your warm touch, pressing his clothed cock to your lap. He whines from the movement, holding on to your shoulders, almost crushing them. With each skin slowly being revealed into the night's air, you press your lips against it, reveling in each whine and ragged breath you got out of Din. With every part of the suit being peeled, Din’s tanned skin is shown, bathed under the light of the moons and stars. Scars on his body paint an infinite constellation, your eyes following each one, from the deep ones to those that have grown lighter than Dins expanse of skin. 

Finally, he pulls at the tight bodysuit, discarding it somewhere on the floor, and his hands paws at your jacket, labored breath impatiently prying it off of your figure. You grin, shrugging the article off, followed by your shirt, leaving the both of you shirtless and breathless. Dins shaking hand strokes down your shoulder, to your arms, before he arches into you when your languid fingers trace his sensitive back, sending jolts rippling through his body. 

“Please…” Despite his helmet still perfectly secured on his head, you could feel his warmth ghosting at your neck. It truly has been a while since you and Din shared some privacy, always jumping from planet to planet, looking for more Mandalorians to repair broken bonds and doing favors that benefit Din’s covert. Only now did you and your boyfriend get to breathe in the warm embrace of peace within this planet, so you're not surprised just how sensitive Din has gotten.

“What do you need kar’ta?” Your hand holds Dins hip, no doubt leaving marks to be cherished in the morning, letting him grind himself on your thigh, broken moans and breath singing into your ears. You pride yourself for learning bits of Mando’a if only to hear his gasps each time you use it. “Hm? What do you want?” 

“I- ugh,” Din grunts as he feels one hand snakes into his trousers, stroking him steadily, his precum easing the movement. You smirk, other hand tweaking one of his perked nipples, bumping your head against his, making sure the amber in your eyes burns through his visor. The need melts into his skin. 

You’ve never gone past reverent touches and helping each other get off by hand, you haven't even gotten the pleasure of seeing Din fall apart by your mouth, but from the way he grinds into your touch, broken moans filling the room, his desperation leaks into your body. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Stars- Yes.” He moans when you tighten your hand just so. You nod, easing your hand away from his cock which makes him whine, until you begin to help him out of his pants.

“Okay, alright,” Your breath stutters when Din grinds over your cock, already tenting in the confines of your pants. Between you and Din’s relationship, the both of you haven't truly moved on from scalding touches and helping each other get off by hand. This is a new territory for Din, and you have to make sure he feels safe and comfortable in your embrace. 

You carefully slide him out of his trousers along with his briefs and discard it with the same pile as his top, feeling his strong thighs shake underneath your touch. Fumbling for the bottle of lube, you pour just enough on your hand and warm it up a bit, before following Din’s tailbone down to the top of his arse. He shivers, whining into your shoulder as he feels your digits ghosts over his hole, already squirming in your hold. 

“Come on, please,” He begs, nails scratching at your back. You slowly insert one finger, the tip first, letting the Din situate himself to the foreign feeling. He groans, burying himself deeper between the crook of your neck, his mandibles digging slightly at your jaw. The lube easies your finger to push more, deeper, until you hear his high pitch, broken moan, then slowly push in another. At that, he jerks his head to the side, chest still flushed with yours. 

When you begin scissoring, Din throws his head back, arches into your touch, which beckons you to chase him, biting at the now exposed column of his neck, making sure to leave marks no one but you know and Din could feel. Din feels delirious, deeply intoxicated from both your fingers and the feeling of your warm mouth pressing over sensitive skin and old scars, jolting each time you bite down or kiss longer to leave darker spots. He scarcely remembers moaning out broken syllables that should form your name, making your hold on his hips tighten, squeezing the scarred skin. 

After deeming it enough prep, you carefully pull your fingers out, pressing kisses on the planes of your boyfriend's chest, feeling him take ragged breaths, a steady hue of red throughout his body. You shuffle to discard your pants, hissing when you feel the cold air hit your heated skin. You could feel Din growing impatient, if the way he squirms could be interpreted as that, so you tug your pants off and align yourself under Din. 

“Slowly baby, slowly,” You remind him, his thigh shaking with anticipation. Hands holding under his thigh, making sure gravity doesn't take hold, you lower Din’s shivering body, inch by inch. The tight heat of his hole almost stutters your hold, making you groan, feeling the head of your cock inside him. You can feel Dins graps digs into your shoulders as he gasps.

Finally, your thighs are flushed with Dins, feeling the man shudder above you as you try to regain some sort of composure, breathing in shaking breaths. Din claws his way from your pellicals to your chest, making red rivers across your chest. You groan, pushing into his touch, which in turn shifts where you sat, enough to make your boyfriend shiver.

"M-move." He manages. "Move, please." 

"Anything for you mesh'la," You say as your teeth dangerously ghosts over his pulse. 

Planting your feet on the metal floor, you suppress the cold that shoots up your bones and instead focus on holding Din upright, thrusting into him with each movement. His arms shakes, moves back to grip the control panel, his scarred knuckles a hue lighter. A deep growl rumbles through you when you feel Din’s hole clenching around you, raking blunt teeth across his chest. You trail reverent kisses across a deep scar that runs from his left clavicle to just under his abdomen, Din shivers. In a more tender moment, slowed down after release with the two of you tangled together, you would've asked what those scars meant, wondering about the stories of your boyfriend's life. Maybe later, much later in the night.

When you hear a mewl, almost a hurt sound coming from the man currently flushed on top of you, your lips curls into a sharp grin, before hauling Din from gripping at the ships console to fall into your grasp, his arms immediately around your neck with a choked gasp from the sudden change. With the chair supporting both of your weight, you have the advantage to claw at Din’s hips, digging calloused fingers into his skin, using your strength to push Din up and down.   

You feel yourself nearing the edge, with Din clenching around you it’s hard to keep up the pace. The side of his helmet would leave an angry mark on your shoulder, making you grunt when Din lets out a broken whimper and buries his head to the crook of your neck. “C-close, baby,”

“Me too…” He lets out a breathy moan when your hand finds his dick, pumping it hastily, pushing him to his limit.

“Stars i-” You stutter when Din clenches around you. “Fuck- Wish i can kiss you,” 

Slip of a tongue. Shit. 

Your movement falters, a shiver shoots up when Din pulls his head back, dark visors looking straight to you, assessing you. 

"Din i-" But before you could sputter out a reason, an apology for forsaking the trust he gave you, darkness suddenly envelops your vision, rendering you blind. Dins hand covers your eyes, you could feel his calluses over your skin.

Then, as if a searing star itself break the atmosphere, you feel slightly chapped lips against yours, a tickle of stubble and- Is that a mustache? 

Din grunts into your mouth, realizing you still have one hand wrapped around him. He moans, moving with your thrusts, his kiss devouring your gasps as you push at him, deepening it. His tongue traces yours and confidently moves in, effectively rendering your brain into a short-circuit. Your mind briefly wonders how such a reserved man has this much skill in kissing, he’s no virgin but surely he hasn't kissed anyone beside you. Then he bites at your lower lip before bringing you deeper again with a hand on your nape, and all hell breaks loose.

You growl into the kiss, basking in the whimper he lets out as your hand moves faster and thrust grows sloppier, but definitely still hitting that spot that makes Din scream. He pulls back, inhaling sharply when you bite lightly on his jaw, feeling the hair that decorate it. Oh you’d worship him just to see his debauched face without being blind, and the thought is enough to make you cum. 

You feel yourself release inside Din’s warmth, making him shiver and let out a broken moan of your name. With your hand jerking him off, he follows suit, throwing his head back, painting his chest with strings of pearly cum. Once spent, he slumps into your embrace, helmet already in place and breathing raggedly next to your ear. You pry his hand off your eyes and press a kiss to the sliver of neck you could reach. 

Blinking away the little dots from your eyes being closed and pressed by his hand, you slowly steady your breath as you rub circles on Dins pelicals and lower back, feeling him sigh and melt at your touch. You can't help to let out a chuckle, which earns you a questioning sound from your boyfriend. 

“Nothing, just…” You smile, licking at your lips, trying to savor Din’s taste. “Best kiss I've ever had.”

That made him chuckle, nuzzling the cool helmet against the side of your neck. “Me too.”

Your smile widens, closing your eyes and simply letting the warmth of after-sex wafts through the cockpit. Speaking of which, you should probably clean up and sleep in the proper sleeping pod. The seat, plush as it is, won't do your back any good. So you reach for your scattered pants, looking for the fabric you always keep in your back pocket. When you finally find it, you shift Din a bit to clean up the mess that went up to both his and your chest, then carefully pull out of the man, making you groan as he shivers, wiping down what leaks out of him and the remaining lube around your length. 

Standing up and making your way down takes another effort, but nothing you can't do for Din, sleepy and content Din in your arms. Pushing the button to open the sleeping pod, you set him down on the edge of it before handing him a bottle of water.

“Drink, love,” You grin, before busying yourself on the table where another water bottle is kept and downing it. You hear the hushed shh of Dins helmet as it’s being taken off, then the cap of the water bottle turning. You swallow another gulp of water, before flashes of earliers heated kiss shocks you and makes you choke on the water slightly. You cough, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before closing the bottle and setting it back. 

“You uh… Done?” You clear your throat.

“Yeah,” You nod, turning back to see Dins helmet back on and him extending his arm, returning the bottle to you. You set it on the table and push him back to lie down in the pod. It’s always been a tight fit with both you and your boyfriend sleeping in it, but you make do.

When the doors are shut and the lights turned off, another hiss of Dins helmet makes your heart thump harder, but he shifts to place it on a small compartment off to the side and lays his head on your chest, one arm around you. You hook your arm around him, the other playfully raking through his curls. You could tell just from how it coils around your fingers, Din practically purring into your touch like a Loth Cat. You grin, pressing a kiss to his forehead before shifting to get comfortably on the pillow. 

“Good night, Din'ika,”

“Good night, Cyar’ika,” 

Cyar'ika: Darling, beloved, sweetheart 

Kar'ta: Heart

Mesh'la: beautiful

Requests are open! 

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Running Out of Time

One shot/ficlet based off @trubblegumm's ROTTMNT Bloodbath AU (and when I say 'based off' I mean I took his fantastic Running Out of Time animatic and ran with it)

TW for death, mild to moderate gore, kidnapping

Make no mistake.

Leo fully understood that the swing of that ōdachi he'd grabbed from Mikey's bag was going to kill.

He just wasn't prepared for it slice through the yōkai's skin like it was paper. And maybe he hadn't fully processed that he was planning on killing them in the first place.

He wasn't panicking.

He wasn't panicking.

But the blood slicking his hands was on his face now, too (because he'd put it there, he'd nearly dropped the sword and he'd tried not to gag because it reminded him of things he didn't want to be thinking about but that was fine, his dad wasn't like that anymore, that was a mistake when he was kid, it was... fine), and Mikey had hooked an arm through his and-

"Am I..."

"Hey, Leo, c'mon, we've got to go, we can't be here-"

"Am I running out of time?"

"Time for what," Mikey hissed, pulling harder until Leo started following behind, stumbling after the box turtle and trying (desperately) not to look at the corpse behind them.

Time for them. He was- Mikey had taken that family photo, there was a photo of them all, out there, Spirit knows where, and his father (Splinter, Splinter was going to-) was going to see it and Leo had promised he was going to bring back his brothers but, but, but-

Mikey was with Draxum (the one who had mutated his dad. The one who had created him. A weapon. The guy who was going to use him and his brothers—and he did have brothers now, he found them—to destroy humanity, or warp it or, or, or any number of terrible things and-).

Donnie was with Big Mama (and wasn't that just crazy? The jorōgumo Splinter had loved until she'd thrown him into a pit of death where he had to fight for his survival day in and day out—she was lucky he could fight—until she was careless enough to lose him to another yōkai who only wanted him for his DNA), and Raph-

Raph was with the Foot. The clan he'd grown up hearing horific stories about—the Shredder and Karai, locked away in another dimesion, doomed to fight one another to the end of time (and if he was right, and he was usually right when it came to things like this, even his father would admit he had a good tactical mind, Raph was going to be the one wearing the Dark Armour if and when the Foot managed to retrieve all the pieces. Splinter guarded the helmet he carried with everything he had. He'd raised Leo to know that it was more important than his life, if that's what it came down to), of the Kraang locked away on yet another plane of existence, original crafters of the Kuroi Yōroi and world-destroyers.

Leo was running on borrowed time. Because once Splinter found out who had taken in Leo's brothers (because Leo doubted he would ever claim them as his sons, not after he learned the truth), there was no way Leo would be allowed to interact with them again. Three of his father's greatest tormentors.

"For us," he nearly hissed at Mikey, who just grit his teeth and sprinted down the winding corridor, "for this."

"We've got to go, Leo- we have to leave, Draxum's looking for me and Donnie says Big Mama is doing the same-"

"I know, I know," Leo growled. "I know, there's no way they're not, just- hurry. We need-"

"To find Donnie and Raph, yeah."

Donnie was never going to know why Raph decided to dip his hands in the half-congealed blood pooled around the yōkai's body.

Raph rose to his feet, eyes transfixed on his hands. "Whatever you're doing," he rasped, gaze flicking from Donnie's face to obvious sword wound across the yōkai's front, "do it faster."

"I'm upping the tempo as much as I can, oh dear estranged brother," Donnie turned away from the gruesome sight, opening the computer on his wristband.

"We have to find them before someone else does. Do you think Leo did this...?"

"What else does it look like, Raph?" He exhaled heavily through his nose, trying not to breath in the stench of bodily waste the corpse was exuding. "I know you haven't seen him fight, but he's dangerous. I don't know what this guy did to deserve this, though."

Raph ground his teeth loud enough for Donnie to wince. "Faster, please."

"I'm trying!"

Baron Draxum made a point not to engage in Big Mama's affairs.

Baron Draxum made a point not to engage in the Foot's affairs.

Right up until a photo of Rapheal and Donetello showed up on Big Mama's phone after half a week of nothing following the group photo Michealango had sent to the Baron.

Three of the kappa had been identified—Michealangelo, one of the two left behind when Lou Jitsu had fled the Baron's laborartory, Rapheal, one of the two the movie star-turned-Battle Nexus Champion had taken with him, and Donatello, the one he'd given to Big Mama to repay his debt to her, for stealing her Champion in the first place.

Which left the one in blue.

"His name is Donatello, he's my son, he's fourteen," Big Mama hissed at the Lieutenant and Brute standing in front of her, clicking her pincers nervously, "I know he was with you, I have a photo, right here-" the cloaking brooch she had hidden in her cravat activated, and her frankly gigantic form shrank down to the slightly less threatening form of a human female, brandishing her phone in the two men's faces, "look, that big red one, he's yours, yes?"

The Lieutenant sighed, running a hand down his face. "He wasn't with us- Raphie ran off a few days ago, we haven't seen him since-"

"I need a good cup of coffee," the Foot Brute standing behind him grumbled, and Draxum would have found it funnier if he hadn't been busy doing something other than chattering and throwing around baseless accusations.

If he hadn't flipped to the wrong (right?) page of the book he was pouring over.

(Which left the one in blue).

The blue ribbon he'd marked the page with was what had originally caught his attention.

Then, the Hamato clan symbol directly next to it. The mythic clan that had trapped the Shredder in a prison dimension not dissimilar to the one the Kraang were held in, the one he had discovered Lou Jitsu—Hamato Yoshi, really—had belonged to just prior to his kidnapping (rescuing...? The warrior had seemed to come along willingly enough), the one with the mystic abilities that died out amongst humankind centuries ago and yet somehow persisted in this nearly-nothing clan living out of Japan in the second millenia.

The blue ribbon.

(Which left the one in blue).

He pulled his own phone out of his pocket.

(Which left the one in blue).

The blue ribbon shone under the lighting of Big Mama's office.

Donatello. Michealangelo. Rapheal.

And the one in blue.

One of the two Yoshi had managed to carry out the lab with him.

The only one that hadn't resurfaced afterwards.

"Big Mama-"

Which left the one in blue.

Raised by an assassin with a vendetta. And now with access to each of their weak spots.

#bloodbath au #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt bloodbath au #lio writes

[etoiline]

Hey, remember how last year right about this time there was some Star Wars game that came out? Some sequel with a ginger and a sidekick voiced by Noshir Dalal? Yeah, that one.

You might have noticed I've been obsessing about Star Wars Jedi Survivor, if you've perused my Tumblr at all in the past year. I've played the game 9 times through since it came out, and taken thousands of pictures in photomode, and realized I really enjoy writing fanfiction--I wrote my first fic in 20 years because of this game. (I can't explain it either. I wrote one fix-it back then and then just said nah to any others, even though I've shipped plenty since then. Just never wrote them down.) I've posted a new fic every month since last December!

I fell hard into my very first rarepair in Cal and Bode, and probably a big part of that is the community I found for it. I'm really pleased to have found some new friends (quite a feat at my advanced age, lol).

To celebrate the one-year anniversary of the Jedi Survivor game release, a few of us spyscrapper fans got together and wrote and drew some stuff and @voidcat-senket put them all together. I had the honor of getting shapes made of my words by the exceptionally talented Lio (@corvidscreams) and every time I see it I am blown away by the fact something I wrote is illustrated, and so beautifully.

paper and stone is a bit of an exploration of Cal's psychometry and what would happen if he found a few more of Bode's memories in that apartment on Nova Garon. We hardly get to know Bode's wife Tayala in the game; here you get to see more of her, and how love perseveres.

I really hope you like it. Check out the rest of the collection too!

Here's to one year of Survivor!

#jedi survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #cal kestis #bode akuna #spyscrapper #jedi survivor anniversary #be sure to read the other works in the collection! #these folks are amazing creators #oh I heard lio might have super secret extra art on her page so definitely visit #jen writes #fanfiction

[shinygemstone]

HERE IS A LIST OF THE 30 MAIN KIPO AUs I WANT BUT WILL NEVER HAVE BECAUSE THE FANFIC COMMUNITY IS TINY IN ORDER OF SPOILERINESS (FEWEST SPOILERS FIRST OBVIOUSLY)

1. An AU where Kipo doesn't end up on the surface in the first episode, and has to go through the events with the mega monkey still looking for her

2. An AU in which all of Kipo's people are actually dead, and she's the only survivor. Depression for everyone!!

3. An AU where Margot never betrayed Wolf, and the two have a very close and codependent relationship. Bonus points if Wolf gets kidnapped by Scarlemagne

4. An AU where Wolf's wolf parents never actually betrayed her and raised her alongside the other children. Wolf girl wolf.

5. AU where the protagonists end up separated after Ratland, with Kipo and Benson trying their best to escape Scarlemagne's place without Scarlemagne realizing they're there while Wolf, Mandu, and Dave try to save them

6. AU like #1, except Lio fucking dies and Kipo's body now assumes it is in danger a lot more. So now she's dealing with the mega monkey and turning into the mega jaguar

7. Kipo gets along a little too well with the timbercats, and they kind of adopt her. Parental Yumyan and Molly. They're not surprised to find out she's part cat and teach her how to properly kitty

8. In which Lio turns out to be the mega monkey, somehow.

9. In which Kipo was raised on the surface, and is kind of known as the local feral half cat creature. Naturally, Scarlemagne kidnaps her for weapon usage and oops. Guess he has to teach the feral out of her

10. In which Jamack joins the protagonists (if you didn't think my man would be here you're wrong)

11. Let Kipo get upset about the whole mega jaguar thing PLEASE

12. Song and Lio raise Kipo, while Song is suppressing the mutagen and struggling more and more as she gets older.

13. Song turns out to fill Dr. Emilia's role, and is actually trying to end mutekind.

14. Emilia gets her hands on Kipo, but mistakes her for a normal human (somehow) so Kipo grows up in the science burrow believing mutes killed her parents and that what Emilia is doing is justified. Bonus points if she's Emilia's protege/assistant/intern

15. Emilia gets her hands on Kipo, knowing that she's Song and Lio's daughter, and decides she can use Kipo as a weapon. This would involve a lot of dehumanization and likely good brother Scarlemagne/Hugo. Also Lio? Totally dead

16. AU where Lio manages to yoink Hugo. That's the AU. Hugo and Lio and Kipo as family.

17. AU #16 with angst: Lio gets captured, so it's just Hugo and Kipo. Bonus points if Kipo grows up in Ratland

18. For even more angst, Scarlemagne kidnaps Kipo, raising her in his blooming empire. Except Scarlemagne has no idea how to raise a child, especially not one who's half mega jaguar.

19. Where Mulholland doesn't help Kipo, and Scarlemagne's coronation goes as planned.

20. Where Emilia kidnapping the mutes was a trap, and it works as planned. Kipo is in for such a bad time.

21. Where what Emilia did to the mutes she kidnapped mutes is a lot more horrific than in cannon.

22. WOLF BOTHERS TO REPLACE STALKY

23. Margot changes her mind about betraying Wolf sooner, and Emilia never captures any of the protagonists. Consequently, Emilia sneaks into timbercat village to conduct her evil plans.

24. Instead of Yumyan, Kipo gets hit by the cure. Consequently, the decision is made to have the mega jaguar deal with all subsequent human incidents. This prevents It's a Trap from happening.

25. Kipo gets hit by the cure, except it works. No more mega jaguar, but she gets back to timbercat village.

26. Kipo goes through with sinking the cruise ship. Insert huge crisis (and maybe Song, Lio, or both of them rejecting Kipo/treating her like a monster. Please. I live for angst)

27. AU where Dave kills child Benson, and is a reoccurring side character who's literally just a bastard

28. Fun Gus Monster Emilia. Like just IMAGINE if she took Gus' DNA instead of the mega walrus. Sludge monsters are underrated imo, and she could do so much fucking damage.

29. Emilia gets stuck as a half mute, and gets shoved in prison. Maybe with Hoag.

30. SCARLEMAGNE LIVES

#my phone autocorrected hoag to goat #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #kipo netflix #dreamworks kipo #kipo oak #kipo au #somebody (not me) WRITE THESE FICS #or comics #or whatever #just give me ANGST #scarlemagne #dr. emilia #song oak #lio oak #this fandom is so underrated #go watch this show if you havent mutuals #this is a threat

[skyrem]

hold my gaze, love, you know i want to let it go we will stare down at the wonder of it all and i will hold you in it 🐺 "the wolf" by mumford & sons

lio and bastian, because lio deserves to be happy for once. if only for a little while.

#my art #tes #eso oc #bastian hallix #elder scrolls online #first time drawing bastian and his face is obscured but whateverrrr. i wanna put him in my pocket #lioren #this isnt perfect but its sthg. im happy w the background tho #i am writing a lio thing! it is in progress! i prommy!

[liaswritesrobots]

Lio Convoy reacting to the reader being called "mama" by Lio Junior?

"What?" Lio Convoy turns his head to Lio Junior.

"I said mama doesn't mind, right mama?" Lio Junior asks, tilting his head while looking at you.

You look at Lio Junior with confusion for a moment, "I'm not- I mean yeah I don't mind, but I'm not actually your mom Lio Junior." You respond with a smile. You're always so kind to Lio Junior so it's not that hard to figure out why he'd see you as a mother figure, but it still feels a little odd to be refered to as that by an alien that's about as tall as you are in robot mode despite being a child.

"Lio Junior. Stop." Lio Convoy demands.

"But papa-"

"Stop." Lio's voice is firm.

Lio Junior bows his head. You look on in pity at the lion cub and crouch down, placing a gentle hand on his mane and giving him a pet, "Hey it's alright. It's just a little confusing being called mama all of a sudden but I'm not mad at you for it." You're reassure him and he looks up and smiles at you.

"You don't need to encourage him." Lio Convoy says.

"Really Convoy it's fi-"

"No. He needs to stop calling any of us mama or papa." He crosses his arms.

"But... he's your son?"

"No, he isn't."

Lio Junior fliches at Lio Convoy's words.

You stand, "He is!" You insist, stomping your foot and place your hands on your hips, "He came from your spark, right? He's your responsibility whether you like it or not. You can't just pretend that he isn't yours when he literally came from your body!"

Lio Convoy lowers his arms, "You know nothing of this kind of process. It isn't completely the same as you organic creatures, it's far more complicated than that."

"Who cares about how complicated it is?! He came from your body and he sees you as his father, there's nothing to be complicated about! Can't you just take his feelings into consideration?"

"I-"

"Stop!" Lio Junior shouts, "I don't want mama and papa to fight!"

"Lio Junior for the last time we are not your parents!"

"But mama made a good point about me coming from your body so you are my papa! And papa loves mama so that makes y/n my mama!" He huffs before running off.

Lio Convoy freezes. You look over to him but he refuses to look at you.

Wait!

"Hey Lio? You two are connected by your sparks, right? Which means you two know each other's feelings corr-"

"I have to do some scouting." Lio Convoy says abruptly before transforming into his lion mode and running in the opposite direction.

#maccadam #macaddam #Beast Wars II #Beast Wars 2 #transformers #Lio Convoy #Lio Junior #reader insert #Lio Convoy x Reader #kinda #my writing #Lio Convoy isn't good with feelings or relationships that aren't commander and soldier that listens to him

[charliejaneanders]

Being trans is rarely even the most interesting thing about a person. Representation of joyful trans characters can be life altering when all you see in the world around you are trans people facing countless horrors.

Over at Teen Vogue, I talk to some authors about writing stories where trans people get to have epic adventures and romances, and above all moments of trans joy.

#trans #transgender #non-binary #nonbinary #books #writing #creativity #aiden thomas #cory mccarthy #claribel a. ortega #alison evans #lio min #anna-marie mclemore #victories greater than death #promises stronger than darkness #young adult #ya #young adult fantasy #book tumblr

[fuckedupcleric]

Triggers

I love suffering, don't you? Inspired by this art by @sarathrwizard

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Donnie stared at the screen with a slack jaw, eyes glued to the You died! message that had popped up. His latest Minecraft build was absolutely destroyed. He could see the remains in the background of the death screen. He'd been almost finished! Just the last few bits of decoration had been left! And now… hours upon hours of work. Gone in an instant.

A long, frustrated groan escaped him and he tossed the controller to the side, prompting Leo to glance up from his phone and take in the words on the screen, as well.

“Wait,” Leo said. “What happened?” 

Donnie pursed his lips. “...Nothing.”

Leo smirked, putting away his phone and leaning closer. “Oooooh it’s embarrassing, isn’t it? Tell me. Tell meeeeeeeee.” 

Ugh. Here we go. “Drop it, Nardo.” 

“Come on, Don-Tron.” The amusement in his tone made Donnie cluck his tongue, and he pointedly ignored his brother. Leo leaned closer, practically draping himself across Donnie’s right side before he was irritably shoved away, only to start repeating “tell me” over and over, poking Donnie in his side with each utterance of the phrase. Donnie reached for his tech bo just to have something to squeeze that wasn’t Leo’s neck and shot him the nastiest look he could manage. It did nothing whatsoever to deter Leo, though, who was still smirking and poking and being an annoying goddamn menace. “Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, t-”

“Oh would you - Kassinove! Fine!” 

Leo sat back, giving Donnie a smile that somehow managed to look both completely innocent and infuriatingly smug at the same time. Donnie sighed and looked at the screen again. You died! still stared back at him. He shook his head, looking anywhere but at Leo, his mouth twisting into a grimace as a noticeable blush crept up his neck. “I was trying to fix the lighting system and… I placed down a block of TNT instead of a block of redstone… and…”

He glanced back at Leo, whose eyes widened. “Wait, so you killed yourself AND blew up your house? With your own TNT?”

“...I forgot it was in my hotbar.”

Leo was still for a moment, and then he burst into hysterical laughter, bending forward and clutching at his stomach. “PFFFFFFFT oh my GOD!”

Donnie just scowled, watching with growing self-consciousness as Leo continued to lose his absolute shit at what was apparently the funniest thing he'd heard all week. He waited for the laughter to die down, but each time he thought it would, Leo suddenly dissolved into renewed giggles once more. 

As the laughter dragged, on and on and on, Donnie found himself getting more and more annoyed. He'd put a lot of time and effort into this stupid build. Leo knew that - he'd been hanging out here a lot over the last two weeks, just chilling while Donnie worked, so he'd actually seen most of the progress in real-time. 

Donnie heaved an enormous sigh as Leo continued laughing, smacking his knee obnoxiously. 

Okay, enough. It wasn’t that funny.

Leo swiped a finger under his eye before wheezing out, “Donnie, that was so dumb of you!”

Donnie bristled, feeling the embarrassment and annoyance spill over. He let out a harsh breath, snarling, “Oh just- wipe that grin off your face!”

A sudden choking sound had ice shooting through Donnie's veins, his irritation instantly disappearing. Leo was still as stone, his expression of mirth replaced by wide-eyed terror. His eyes held a faraway look, and for a long, terrible moment it seemed like he couldn’t quite manage to inhale. 

Donnie felt his brows furrow. He reached out but left his hand hovering in the air between them, hesitant. “Leo?”

Leo didn’t answer, but he did finally start to breathe. Short, rasping breaths stuttered out of him, and he blinked rapidly a few times, clutching at the fabric of his hoodie over his chest. Leo was shaking, Donnie realized, and then Leo let out a high-pitched whine and Donnie started to panic.

“Leo, what’s wrong? How can I help?”

He still didn’t answer. 

Donnie clenched and unclenched his fists uselessly, floundering. Not wanting to make things worse and unsure what he could do to make things better. He didn’t know what was even - didn’t know what had - maybe a scan would tell him? - but when Donnie lowered his goggles, Leo jerked away from him so hard he fell onto the floor. Donnie watched, horrified, as Leo scrambled backward until his shell hit the wall hard, his eyes never leaving Donnie’s face. His entire body was trembling, little, terrified sounds slipping out of him that made Donnie’s chest tighten and his stomach drop, and now Donnie was really fucking panicking. 

He stood and took a step toward Leo, but that made Leo flinch violently again, his hand raising as if to shield himself and his shell making an unpleasant scraping noise as he pressed himself further against the wall. Donnie stayed still. Unsure and panicking and useless useless useless.

An agonized sound clawed out of Leo’s throat. There was a slight shake of his head, his eyes still glued to Donnie, before he started to whimper. “No, no, no. No, I - I escaped from - this isn’t - you’re not real, you’re not-”

A box popped up in the interface of his goggles, pulling Donnie’s focus. NO MEDICAL ANOMALIES IDENTIFIED. PHYSICAL SYMPTOMS CORRELATE WITH EMOTIONAL DISTRESS. PRIMARY CONCLUSION: PANIC ATTACK.

Fuck. Fuck. Okay. 

Donnie swallowed and licked his lips, thinking. Should he call Mikey or Raph? Would more people make it worse? What was he supposed to do? He pushed his goggles back up, still trying to think think think, and Leo’s babbling abruptly cut off. 

For a long moment, both brothers were frozen. Staring at one another. And then something in Leo’s eyes changed and he took in a sudden, shuddering breath before lowering his arm and clutching at his hoodie again with a trembling hand. He swiped his other hand across his face, and when it dropped he was no longer looking at Donnie. He stared at the floor, his face perfectly, completely blank, and the silence was so, so loud. 

Donnie wrung his hands and watched his twin, still afraid to advance. “Leo? Are you-”

“I’m fine,” he said flatly.

That was very much a fucking lie, but before Donnie could say anything Leo pushed himself unsteadily to his feet and stumbled out of the room. Donnie blinked in shock, his mouth hanging open and his brows furrowed. He watched Leo retreat until he disappeared around the corner, then pressed his lips into a thin line.

He should go after him. Right? He should… find out what the fuck just happened. And why. And whether it had happened before. 

Donnie sat down, twisting his fingers in his lap and trying to keep his breaths steady. He needed to go talk to Leo. He needed to go talk to Leo. He needed to go talk to Leo.

Why wasn’t he moving?

…Donnie would go to him. He would. He just… needed to do some research first. He needed to be prepared. In case it happened again. Just some research. Some preparation. And then they would… talk.

(Right?)

#I spent both too much time on this and not enough time on this at the same time #YES I SHOULD BE CATCHING UP ON WORK INSTEAD OF WRITING #YES IF I DO WRITE I SHOULD BE WORKING ON LIO #SUE ME #ff #tmnt #rottmnt #raphaelesbian if you read this I'm sure you'll pick up on the second trigger here that I now have used in #[checks notes] #THREE separate things that I've written lmao #don't you just love suffering? i do apparently #i really need to start tagging my fragments with something #my writing #there that'll work lol #IF YOU SEE A TYPO TELL MEEEEE #cleric writes

[air-mechanical]

The shortest fic I can write these days still tops 2k words. But I had to get this scenario out, and I'm happy I finished it relatively quickly and didn't commit myself to an epic. That can be for another time. Summary

In the immediate aftermath of the debacle on Ferrix, Yularen demands answers and actions from the officer in charge of the failure who was in charge of the failure. 

Partagaz isn’t going to throw Dedra under the bus. He’s not going to go scorched earth on Ferrix. He’s absolutely not going to tell his boss all the ways in which he’s wrong.

He’s going to stand calmly. He’s going to accept the miserable reality that his headache is becoming a migraine. He’s going to hope that Yularen doesn’t smash everything on his desk. 

And after these hopes are vented, he’s going to take action. 

He’s going to neutralise the poison leaking out of Ferrix without a drop of blood being spilled.

#star wars #andor #lio partagaz #sometimes you hear a quote and get an image in your head and have to write it out or go mad #wullf yularen #dedra's mentioned but doesn't appear #one of many future fics will be how she acts immediately after ferrix when she gets back to work #major partagaz #writing #star wars fanfiction #writing summaries is not my strong point I'm sorry

[soaphawk]

Medwhump May 1 // Under Anesthesia

Simon’s never had the best experiences with surgery. Luckily, Captain Dad is there to help.

w/c: 1,194

pairing: ambiguous John Price/Simon “Ghost” Riley (can be read as platonic or romantic)

tags/warnings: surgery, hurt/comfort, simon needs a hug, good dad john price

For @medwhumpmay <3 cross-posted to ao3

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“It’s gonna be okay, son.”

John squeezed Simon’s hand tight, fingers stroking over his bare skin in an attempt to comfort his lieutenant. Simon wasn’t having any of it, though, turning his pleading brown eyes on his Captain.

”Please, sir,” he begged, “Please don’t make me do this.”

”Simon…” He flinched when John’s free hand rose, hated how much of a burden he was being in the moment. His captain had never raised a hand in anger, there was no reason for him to be so terrified. “It’s gonna be okay.”

”No…” Simon’s low, weak moan, coupled with the tears gathering in his eyes, prompted John to slowly stroke over his short blonde hair. “Please, please, please…” he chanted.

John squeezed his fingers again, thumbing over scars and veins across the lieutenant’s skin. Why was he being so weak and pathetic? His captain had better things to do than console the man who’s name struck fear into the hearts of their enemies. Mentally, he scoffed. He needed to be stronger, shouldn’t be afraid of something so trivial. He shouldn’t have been sobbing like a child!

Simon had shed that skin years ago, hadn’t he?

(He had, but this was one of many moments where he so desperately wished John had been his real dad.)

”Simon, let me help.” John swiped the tears from his cheeks. “What’s going on?”

Simon’s mouth went dry, trying and failing to formulate words. How could he even explain? He shouldn’t fear pain, not like this.. not with what he’d gone through… not with what he’d put others through.

But it wasn’t just the pain.

It was the feeling of being trapped again.

A shudder wracked his body, mind dipping to those months spent isolated and afraid—

John’s arms wrapped around him the same moment he let loose a fearful, mournful moan. Startled, Simon didn’t react for a few moments before he sagged against his captain’s chest, sobbing weakly.

”I’ve got ya.”

”I… know,” Simon choked out.

”What’s scaring you?” John pulled back to look the man in the face, forcing Simon to meet his gaze. His voice held no judgment, only calm concern. Like he could fix anything Simon threw his way.

Could he?

Would he?

”It’s the anesthesia,” he finally warbled. “I can’t… last time…”

John’s eyes softened, encouraging him on. “You can tell me, Si.”

”It didn’t work.” Simon’s hands plucked frustratedly at the scratchy hospital sheets, glaring down like they’d personally offended him. Though, if he was being honest with himself, this entire goddamn place offended him. “Last time,” he clarified, watching John’s confused expression. “They tried to put me to… to sleep. It didn’t… take.”

John’s voice held soft horror. “You were awake during your last surgery?” At Simon’s nod, his hug tightened.

“Yeah,” The next words spilled unbidden from Simon’s mouth. “They told me to count back, and when I woke up it’d be all over. But I.. I felt them digging into me, poking and prodding and I couldn’t move—” he broke off with a loud sob, voice catching hard on the next words. “I couldn’t… escape… kept thinking back to… to—”

Words failed him. At the same time, John’s hand curved up to cradle the back of his head, carding through the unruly blonde strands. Simon gave himself over completely, slumping into John’s arms as his terrified cries continued.

God, he was weak. He didn’t deserve the name Ghost.

“Shh, easy lad.” John soothed. “I’ve gotcha, I’ve gotcha.”

”Please—“ Simon gasped. “Please don’t… be angry, sir, I’m… so sor—“

”None of that now,” John commanded. Simon stiffened in his arms, attempting to pull back with a silent sniffle. John only tightened his grip, smiling sadly. “At ease, son. Focus on me. You’re safe.”

”Please don’t hit me,” the words fell from his lips before he could snatch them back. “I’ll be good, I promise!”

His vision tunneled, breaths coming in short, heaving gasps as he tried to shove John away. The need to flee consumed Simon’s mind, overtaking every other thought as he struggled and cried in pain and desperation. He heard John bark something over his shoulder before returning to holding his lieutenant close. Big hands stroked down his back, warm and soothing and loving as John caught Simon’s limp form once more.

”Shh, Si, you’re safe. You’re safe, Simon,” John squeezed gently, careful to not hurt the man in his arms.

”I’m so scared,” Simon hiccuped. “I can’t—“

”Yes, you can.” John’s firm voice held so much conviction, Simon couldn’t help the plaintive whimper that he replied with. “You can. I won’t leave your side. I’ll be with you the whole time, last thing you’ll see before your nap is this ugly muppet’s face, and it’ll be the first thing you see when you wake up.”

”Captain Price?” A nurse poked her head in, voice no more than a squeak. “We need to prep the lieutenant for—“

”I’m coming with him.” John declared, leaving no room for argument.

And he did. Through the hallways, into the elevator, down to the operating theatre, John’s hand never left Simon’s. The string of gentle, soothing words never let up, those big blue eyes the only things Simon could focus on for fear of coming undone once more.

As soon as the doctors approached, however, Simon went stiff. A low whine built in his throat as they began their prepwork, gaze desperate as he lost sight of John for a moment—

“I’m here,” John, now donned in a surgical gown and cap, appeared above his head, hands grazing Simon’s temples. “Look at me, alright? Don’t look away. Just focus here.”

Simon helplessly stared up at his captain’s brilliant blue gaze. He tried—and failed, once more—to suppress a fearful whimper as a mask descended on his face, eyebrows knit together. John stroked his hair softly, the firm pressure keeping him grounded as the nurse hovered to his left.

”Count back from 100 out loud for me please, Lieutenant.”

”You’re gonna be alright, Si,” John assured. “Focus here.”

”100…” Simon couldn’t help the tremble in his tone.

”99…” Already his mind was fogging over.

”98…” Everything felt so far away, his body felt so heavy…

”Atta boy,” John murmured, sounding so distant to his tired ears. “Doing so well.”

”97…” His eyes were so tired, closing them couldn’t hurt, right? His captain would keep him safe…

”9… 6…” His voice slurred.

”9…” Simon never finished the end of the sentence.

John’s hand ended up being the first thing he could feel when he managed to pry his eyes open. Simon’s head pounded, vision swimming and thoughts scrambled. Groaning, he went to sit up, before another hand pressed down on his chest.

”Easy, son. Don’t move, just relax… that’s it…” His da—no, John’s—low voice soothed him.

“I—“

”It’s all done, you did brilliantly. It’s only been a couple of hours, just rest. You’re alright.”

”Thank you…” in his mind, he supplied the word ‘dad’ once more, mind still cloudy.

John chuckled softly as Simon’s eyes slid shut again. “Y’know, Si… I’d be proud to call you my son. Just sleep, your dad’s right here. I’ve got you.”

#medwhump may #under anesthesia #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #price #john price #captain john price #simon ghost riley/john price #simon riley/john price #simon riley x john price #ghost x john price #hurt/comfort #one-shot #lio writes #crossposted to ao3

[aliorsboxostuff]

tangerine x reader who gets bad migraines thatd be so silly haha

A/N: AWH ANON :(( okay i did a bit of background research about the migraines thing and oof if its abt the chronic fatigue thing, my heart goes to ya anon. Though, no assumptions, so this little drabble can be about the illness or simply Reader going through a migraine. btw im surprised im capable of writing anything under 1K words, wow. anyways, Enjoy anon! <3

Hold Tight

tags: Tangerine x gn!reader, Soft!Tangerine, maybe OOC but boyfie Tan is a softie, Reader going Through It™, short drabble, fluff, established relationship, 100-200 words

Tangerine enters the room to a groan, immediately looking up from the debrief file Lemon gave him that morning. 

"Darling?" His eyes scans the office to find it empty, before he hears another hurt sound and turns to enter the living room. There, he finds his beloved on the couch, hands holding their head, another groan of annoyance.

Tangerine sighs and makes his way to the couch, announcing his entracne with a soft hand on their shoulder. "Another migrane?" 

"Yeah…" They grunt, trying to blink out the dizzyness. Tangerine sat hinself next to them, arms around their shoulder as he pulls them closer. "I hate this," 

"Come now," He slowly lowered himself on his back while pulling them with him, one hand on their waist while the other rests on their nape. 

"Tell me if you need anything, if the nausea comes up, yeah love?" 

They simply nodded, melting into Tangerines hold. He runs his hands through their hair, scratching at the scalp a bit, before down to their nape, simply grounding them, drawing little circles. They sigh, huddling closer under Tangerine's neck and breathing in the familiar woody scent. But Tangerine was probably getting ready for a mission before he came to comfort them, so they tried holding their head up to meet Tangerine's deep blues.

"Tan, you have your mission.." They begin to stir, only for Tangerine to hold them tighter.

"Missions can wait, love," He answers simply. "You, however, can take as long as you need," He presses a kiss to your crown, brushing back stray hair before they huff in compliance, dropping their head to the crook of their boyfriends neck and almost dozing off as they wait out the migraine. 

#tangerine x m!reader #tangerine x male reader #tangerine x reader #tangerine x y/n #tangerine x gender neutral reader #tangerine x gn!reader #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine bullet train #bullet train tangerine #bullet train fanfic #tangerine bullet train fanfic #lio writes

[insertcoolermonikerhere]

Sacrifices Have Repurcussions, You Know

Transdimensional Leo angst. I'm a sucker for it. And turtles are currently eating my braincells. I may as well make something useful out of it. Yes, it's only 2012 and 2018 but they're the ones I know most about...

text is under the cut for the TW.

TW; death

It's cold.

(It's so cold. There's snow on his skin and he can see the sweat rising off his body as steam.)

There's no wind in the prison dimension. But there's no sun, either. And the air is stale, and it's heavy in his lungs, settling like the dust around him in the poor parody of gravity this place has.

(The sun's hidden behind clouds, now. The air he's breathing is burning with cold as it tears past a crushed windpipe.)

He isn't...

He isn't making it out of this one. It's not a close call, it's not a last minute save.

It was a decision he hadn't realised he'd made when Casey first showed up.

(His attention was on Leo. He could drag him away from his brothers, and wasn't that something he could die for?)

He doesn't have the scrolls. He doesn't have the reverence his older brother might have had. He doesn't have the faith his father had.

But he's dying, and that counts for something.

His eyes aren't open, but he can see her all the same.

(His knee is burning. He can't kneel here forever.)

"Did I do alright?" He manages to croak with a trace of the smile he used to share with his brothers.

He's too far out of his body to feel anything right now, but he knows the back of her hand brushed fondly over his face.

"It seems we cannot escape fate, Leonardo," Karai murmurs, and Leo knows she's thinking of the centuries she spent locked away with the demon using her father's name.

Knows that she's thinking of Splinter's rejection of the Hamato legacy. That she's thinking Leo might be paying the price now.

(The universe isn't one to be cheated. He knows this. But still, he wishes for his father back. To tell him he's doing the right thing. But he's dead four times over, and Leo... Leo doesn't think he could handle another botched chance.

"Did I do it right, Sensei?" And he's not really asking anymore, because he knows Splinter wouldn't answer even he were here. That designation, of right and wrong, lies upon his own shoulders.

And Leo knows in his heart he isn't a good person. But maybe he did right by his family.)

She isn't answering his question.

"Was I good?"

She smiles, and it's sad, and Leo thinks it's unfair that he has to understand this when he hasn't even turned seventeen yet. When he's not sure he ever will.

"Your brothers, your sister, you father... they will live."

They will live.

And he knows that he didn't make the right choice—the right choice was staying with his family, the right choice would have gotten him to safety, too—but he made the best choice he could.

"Are you proud?" He whispers to her, a secret no one else will ever hear. Because it's something he needs to hear. And maybe this is an elaborate hallucination made up by his dying mind to comfort him in his last moments.

"As proud as I can be, Hamato Leonardo."

("Would you be proud?" Leo isn't sure he wants to know anymore, staring up at the shrine to a dead man finally in his grave and the women he burned with the first time it came calling his name.)

#lio writes #angst #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt leonardo #prison dimension #open ending #character death (or is it) #canonical character death #(mentioned) #leo has daddy issues canon?? #yeah no i loved writing this #if i have to suffer so do you

[pancake-breakfast]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Promare (2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Galo Thymos, Aina Ardebit, Lucia Fex, Ignis Ex, Remi Puguna, Varys Truss, Vinny (Promare), Burning Rescue Members (Promare) Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Crack, Does it Count as Crack if it Fits the World, Slice of Life, Who Even Writes Fanfic from Remi's POV?, Me It's Me I did it I did the thing, Sorry Not Sorry, Canon Compliant, Canon Universe Series: Part 6 of Drabble December 2023 Summary:

“It definitely looks like a present,” said Lucia. She picked it up and looked it over, Vinny sniffing at it from her side. “No tag showing who it’s from OR who it’s for….”

“They should really put a tag on it if they want it to get somewhere,” said Aina. “What are we gonna do with it now?”

“Well, since we don’t know who it’s from or who it’s for,” said Lucia, “then we should move on to determining what it is.” She scooped it up in both hands and held it above her head. “I’ll just take it back to my lab and—”

***

A mysterious package has shown up in the Burning Rescue break room. Can Remi figure out where it came from and what's in it, preferably before his coworkers accidentally destroy it? AKA Normal Daily Life(TM) at Burning Rescue.

A short story for Drabble December Prompt 6: The Mystery Gift

#this is probably the silliest thing i've written #which is appropriate for promare #seriously folks go watch that movie it's lovely and the director himself describes it as a story of boy meets boy so canon gay #lio you didn't make it into this and i'm sooo soooo sorry about that my boy i'll make it up to you later #galo thymos #aina ardebit #lucia fex #ignis ex #remi puguna #varys truss #vinny promare #promare #promare fanfic #sometimes i write stuff #drabble december #drabble december 2023

[starsfic]

Wolf encounters a cured Margot for the first time and finds herself having conflicted feelings on what happened to Margot.

The mission was simple.

“We think we’ve developed a full cure for Emilia’s antimutagen,” Song had said, her voice steady and strong in the hall. Kipo sat in the center of the council table, her smile full of pride for her parents. “It is still under development, but we are ready to begin testing on those cured.”

“We know that doesn’t sound the most confident,” Lio said, handing a clipboard. “But we simply ask for your belief. If you would like to write down your loved one’s names for the first round of mutation, go ahead.”

Wolf, standing at the back of the room, couldn’t help her own smile. It had taken a year or two, enough time that Las Vistas was almost fully rebuilt from the passage of time and Scar… Hugo’s attempted coronation, but this was a big step. The clipboard was handed to Billions and the white-coated wolf paused. He looked down the list before sighing. “I believe in my own work.” he said, writing down the other Billions’ name.

That wasn’t what made Wolf shudder as unease crawled down her spine. It was the thought of another wolf, the whimpers they heard

She raised her hand.

“What about the loose cured?”

Molly looked up from her position at the table and raised a brow. “What?”

“Some of the cured ran into the woods.” She could still feel the ropes tight around her and the furious beating of her heart as Emilia loaded the crossbow. There had been a yelp and a whimper- Wolf blinked the tears out of her eyes to face the council. “We should round them up first so they aren’t left behind.”

Kipo’s face had narrowed. Not in anger, no. Kipo had only gotten truly angry with Emilia. It was concern that made those purple eyes lock with hers. Wolf tried for a smile. It wasn’t convincing enough to make her sister look away though.

“Wolf is right,” someone else said. Wolf didn’t blink. Neither did Kipo. “...in the burrows we made small traps for the stray cats that managed to come down into the burrows. We could make something like those?”

Stare.

“Would they be safe?”

Stare.

“Probably, with some testing.”

Stare.

“Miss Oak?”

Blink.

Kipo looked away to look at the speaker. One of Lio and Song’s old coworkers, it looked. “Yeah. Make some prototypes and do tests.”

Wolf left before Kipo could chase her.

-_-

Wolf wasn’t part of the group making, testing, or setting the traps. She was part of the group who volunteered to check them twice a day. Kipo couldn’t protest that- as much as they all hated to admit it, Wolf was the most experienced in the woods.

The first day was a bust. The next visit, nothing but a rat. “Give it time,” one of the other volunteers said when they noticed her put-out expression. “They’ve might’ve migrated further, but there’s not a lot of prey.”

“Yeah…”

The third day, during the evening check, was when it happened.

Wolf stalked through the forest as though she was back to being a loner, her flashlight on the lowest setting. Too much noise and light, they learned when getting the rat, would work the poor cured up. Better to be quiet.

They had found Rupert in one of the cages. Wolf could’ve recognized him anywhere. He was skinnier now and had been gulping down the meat as though it was his last meal. Footprints had led away from the cage. Rupert had been caught but Margot had escaped.

Her flashlight fell upon a glint of steel and white fur.

…for that moment.

Margot had always been full of life. She had a fierceness around her that Wolf had been awed by when she still went by her old name. Margot, without a word of protest, had taken Wolf under her wing and protected her. She was fierce but playful predator and protector.

Who would have guessed that predator would turn against her?

Who would have guessed that was all she was now?

Wolf sighed, kneeling next to the cage. “You were strong enough for us both.” Margot stared steadily back, her eyes empty of that life. They were still alive, yes, but they weren’t…awake. Awake was the best word. Honestly, she looked worn out. “I wished I could’ve been stronger before we fought.”

Wolf straightened before she could say another word and held up a hand. Another volunteer waved back and soon the others were loading Margot up with Rupert.

Her eyes never left her.

-_-

“So, what’s the plan?”

The room that the window looked into looked like a cave. It was very simple set piecing and coloring, but it seemed to be enough for their two guests. Margot and Rupert sat together, batting each other in calm play fighting.

“Well, we were thinking that these two should be in the first round of curing,” Song said, making a note on her clipboard. Wolf glanced over her shoulder and had to look away. In science, Song and Lio’s handwritings both looked like chicken scratch. “I’m not much of a zoologist, but their behavior seems to be bonded. If we tried to do one and then the other, I don’t think either of them will handle it well.”

Margot would be back, then.

“The issue with that is that I can’t think of anyone to support them.” Song tapped her pen against the clipboard, eyes studying the siblings with an intensity that Wolf had seen on Kipo’s face before. “I think that someone should be there with every cured to explain what happened, but I can’t think of anyone to be with them.”

There were other wolves. But the Newton Wolves had been a rival pack to the family. Plus Billions would be busy with his brother.

Wolf opened her mouth.

"...I'll do it."

#my writing #Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts #KatAoW #Wolf #Margot #Kipo Oak #Song Oak #Lio Oak #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt fic

[wronghandcomic]

You all voted for pride designs and I made some! Some of these characters have stand alone shirts and some don’t because the file isn’t quite big enough, but I can fix that later. Check them out though:

http://tee.pub/lic/hxRruo1zZ6I

#wrong hand #lgbt #lgbtq #teepublic #lio rogers #miles write #dorothy rhodes #elaine shields #teresa slater #sam uno #bunni syde #hunni syde #vince typhoon