#donablue.exe

[donablue]

the chances of reuniting with a long-lost sibling in los santos of all places have always struck troy as... impossibly low. posy has told him about her first time meeting grognak, and with anyone else he'd have called it a coincidence, projecting onto arbitrary things they have in common. plus, with grognak's amnosia, it would be difficult to be actually sure that they're related.

but then again, sometimes it seems that grognak knows more than she lets on.

when he finds the two at the end of the pier, he grins helplessly at the twin cries of "troy!"

"hey, you two. did you want anything? i got you– uh. well, here," he says sheepishly, handing over the snacks he'd just bought. a corn dog for posy and cotton candy for grognak. the siblings reward him in their own ways: posy gives him a bright grin and a happy "thanks!" while grognak steps closer and ducks down to press a brief kiss to his cheek.

there's a dopey smile on his reddened face when she steps away, troy is sure of it, but he can't bring himself to mind.

grognak's appreciative smile suddenly turns into a frown when she shifts her attention to posy, and troy sobers immediately. "oh. no. i would like the corn dog, please, posy, if you don't mind."

"of course! here," posy agrees all too readily, and troy watches curiously as the siblings exchange treats.

"do you– you like corn dogs in particular, grog?" he asks dubiously.

"not particularly, no, why do you ask?" grognak replies. true enough, she doesn't make any move to eat the corn dog in her hand and simply holds it.

feeling a little bewildered, troy opens his mouth only for it to click shut when he catches sight of the fond expression that makes its way across grognak's face. it's not directed at him, but at posy, who has already started digging enthusiastically into the cotton candy now in her possession.

grognak must catch his inquiring look because she nods sagely in response. "sweet tooth," she explains, immediately turning her gaze back towards her sister who is still fully invested in devouring her cotton candy at an impressive speed.

eyebrows or not, the gentle affection radiating off of grognak is plain to see, and it makes troy's chest ache fondly.

"i did not be telling you that," posy finally stops to say in between mouthfuls of sugar.

grognak only smiles. "yes, i know."

eyebrows shooting up his forehead, troy exchanges surprised glances with posy.

taking an abrupt bite of her corn dog, grognak casts a glance around and seems to focus on the roller coaster in the distance. "okay, perfect. let's finish our food and then take the roller coaster. nothing could possibly go wrong," she announces, setting off and leaving them to stare after her.

"does she... remember you? from before?" troy asks quietly.

alarmingly, posy sniffles, so troy wraps an arm around her as they trail after grognak. "i do not know, troy. sometimes i think she does, but i cannot be remembering her."

nodding, troy experiences a moment of envy when he recalls his own rocky relationship with his half-brother that he unfortunately does remember, but it disappears as quickly as it had arrived. "you know she loves you, right? whether you're really related or not."

that earns him a watery smile and troy gives her a reassuring squeeze against his side. after a beat, posy hip checks him. "she is loving you too. i can see it," she stage whispers to him, and troy laughs as his face starts to burn.

#help i'm in my older sibling-younger sibling feels #grognak tapping her temple: some things you dont forget. anyway how do we get out of here #donablue.exe #chaos siblings my beloveds #trognak #posy florian #once again this goes out to tumblr user trognak

[donablue]

so long lost chaos siblings feels: consider grognak, never having seen posy without a wig while in los santos, squinting at posy and cocking her head side to side until posy asks what they're looking at. then grognak coming out with "i miss your original hair colour. it's very nice, you know."

or someone commenting on posy's glasses and grognak nodding eagerly, "she's had to wear glasses since she was a baby, she'd get headaches because she couldn't see clearly and rub her eyes!"

anyway i just think that grognak would have fragments of memories of posy as a baby and toddler floating around in their head and blurt them out when she hears the right prompt

#and posy goes 😢🥺 #posy florian #grognak the destroyer attorney at law #hi tumblr user trognak whats up #siblings siblings siblings siblings #how's it going my beloved #donablue.exe

[donablue]

so anto calls grognak honey-bunny. and he does it even more when he sees the pinched expression that flickers across troy's face when he says it. it's just as welcomed by grognak now as it had been before, in other words she ignores it entirely. on the upside, she also doesn't shoot him down quite as harshly now, so. progress.

and it all depends on how he treats troy. there are days where he can get away with curt nods and bitten off responses (while staring daggers at troy behind grogger's back until the other man breaks and looks away and the corner of anto's mouth tugs up into a satisfied smirk). that's enough to buy him some favour, peeks of what he thinks are approving glances that feel like he's inching his way closer to a better standing in her eyes. then there are days where having to keep seeing troy's stupid face and knowing that 9 out of 10 times he'll be at grognak's side whenever they see each other makes him feel like bashing his (troy's) head into something, hard. on those days anto snaps more, snide and jealous, chain smoking his way through a pack of cigarettes to keep his hands busy and away from his gun. if he makes any move against troy he knows he'll be cast out and left behind, so on those days he sits and seethes, and tries and fails not to bristle at the disappointment radiating off of grognak.

it feels like extortion, and in any other case he'd be proud of her. well, he's still proud of her, in a masochistic kind of way.

it's one of those days, the harder ones, and grognak leaves him with troy to run across the street. anto spies a colourful wig in the distance and faintly hears a distinctively high-pitched, accented voice, so he pulls his cigarette from his lips long enough to half-assedly cross himself and send up a grateful prayer that it won't just be the three of them soon. the relief sours when he catches troy giving him a weird look and anto sneers, "the fuck are you looking at?"

troy's hands come up placatingly and all it does is put anto's teeth on edge. "nothin', nothin'. just, y'know..." troy casts a look across the street and smiles to himself for a moment. when his attention turns back to anto he's wearing a different expression. he looks irritated. if he were a meaner person he'd almost look spiteful. "why do you keep coming back? i won. both times, actually."

he's delighted and infuriated in equal measures. it's not often he gets to see this side of troy, the pettier, more passive-aggressive side. he's better at behaving than anto by a mile. and while he'd love to push and prod the other man to see how far he can take it, they're working with a time limit. he rounds on troy to stand in front of him, blocking his view across the street, and drops his cigarette to grind it out under his heel in the same movement, using the momentum to loom closer until he feels the brim of troy's hat brush against his forehead. to his credit, troy doesn't step back, but he does flinch the slightest bit, enough to put a smug smile on anto's face.

"you keep telling yourself that, but i'm still here, still alive, aren't i, troy. you really think i'd go off with my tail between my legs while you're cuttin' about with groggers on your arm?"

troy opens his mouth to reply but anto catches the flick of his eyes over his shoulder in time to be prepared when he hears grognak's apprehensively curious "anto? you two alright? troy?"

slapping on a grin, anto twists to face grognak, and posy who's just behind her, and slings an arm around troy's shoulders, pointedly leaning his weight on him as a warning. "we're grand, groggers. just havin' a chat, weren't we, sweetheart?"

he doesn't know where that came from.

something lurches unpleasantly in his stomach, but anto ignores it for the moment in favour of watching the chain reaction he's elicited.

troy blanches beside him and sputters out a bewildered, "y-yeah. me and anto were just- just chatting, grog."

"sweetheart?" posy echoes skeptically, looking between the two of them like she's missed something important.

but best of all is grognak. she stares at them for a beat or two then focuses on him (on him!) and breaks into her brightest grin yet.

she steps close and anto straightens, the arm around troy going lax as his attention narrows to the tall figure in front of him. he barely feels troy shift uneasily against his side because his world abruptly narrows to the hand that grognak places on his other arm, squeezing lightly and setting his skin on fire even through the layers of fabric and leather.

"don't go running off on me now, boys," grognak warns, and though her tone is playful, anto knows instinctively that she's entirely serious. "you two aren't having a romantic getaway without me."

he doesn't even have it in him to correct her with her hand is still curled around his bicep.

so now, somehow, he calls troy sweetheart. there's no affection to it, it's a means to an end, and what an end it is. it's an accidental jackpot. anto gets to see troy flounder, to see the bastard either squirm and turn red or glare at him from over grognak's shoulder. there's nothing troy can do about it. they're both in the same boat, pretending to tolerate each other for grognak's sake.

but much more importantly, he gets to bask in the new levels of grognak's attention that he's won himself. for every offhand "sweetheart" anto throws at troy he's rewarded with more frequent genuine smiles and brushes of a gloved hand along his arm.

he'll make it work.

#mission 'grognak uses pavlovian training on anto and plays him like a fiddle' is go #this got away from me #antonak #antrognak #tranto #???? #if there are typos or grammar issues sorry #donablue.exe

[donablue]

the posy-troy dynamic has "siblings-in-law up to shenanigans and looking out for each other" energy

the posy-steven dynamic has "awkward uncle bonding with his kinda weird niece bc they have things in common" energy

the troy-steven dynamic when posy is involved is "two dads can't agree on how to parent" energy

#i remembered that steven told posy his id is wrong and he's actually 35 when she thought they were the same age #and then i remembered that troy is still older than steven #posy florian #steven hayes #troy donahue #donablue.exe

[donablue]

this particular store is usually deserted around this time of day, so anto is always a little thrown on the rare occasion when he finds someone else there when he walks in. but this time it's a familiar face that wheels around to face him, surprise taking over it before he's greeted with a loud, "anto!"

"what's the story, champ?" he makes his way over to posy and bumps his arm into her shoulder. she bumps him back and anto stifles a small laugh at how it's less of a bump and more her bouncing ineffectively off his arm.

"wig shopping! i am not liking this one anymore," posy explains, absently gesturing at the pink wig currently on her head while she turns back to the mannequin heads displaying the range of wigs. she shoots him a glance out of the corner of her eyes. "what is being your story?"

he could say anything. and yet he opts for the truth. "last storm knocked one of my earrings loose, so i'm in the market for a new pair."

judging from the quirk of posy's eyebrows, she hadn't been expecting him to actually explain himself. he hadn't expected it either, really, but there's always been something about posy that settles him enough to offer up bits of honesty that he wouldn't afford anyone else.

when she doesn't reply, anto moves away to browse the lines of jewelry along the nearest wall. he's about halfway through the first display before posy speaks up.

"can i be choosing them for you?"

she's no longer looking at the wigs and is instead staring at him, looking borderline excited already.

"well, shit," he mutters to himself under his breath. anto knows he's going to give in but he gives himself the illusion of thinking it over for a beat before his shoulders sag and he lets out a sigh. "yeah, alright. nothing pink, though, alright?"

brilliant smile fixed on her face, posy hums her acknowledgment and runs to his side. her focus turns intense as she mulls over the displays in front of them, considering every piece carefully before she moves onto the next, and anto has to fight back the fond twist of his lips.

waiting patiently next to posy, his gaze flicks back and forth between her expression of concentration to the jewelry cases until she says, apropos of nothing, "i have never been thanking you."

"what–?" anto balks. "the fuck do you have to be thanking me for?"

"for not cheating at the duel. or, i guess, not totally cheating at the duel."

thinking about the duel still leaves a sour taste in anto's mouth. it makes his temple ache with the phantom pain of a bullet ripping past, just barely avoiding killing him outright.

"it was nice of you to be giving him a chance to fire back," posy continues, not having stopped to look up at him.

"he shot me in the face, posy," he grumbles, not caring how petulant it comes out.

"i said it was nice, not smart," she clarifies, and anto is torn between laughing hysterically and snarling.

he settles for bristling, shoulders hunching as he huffs out a harsh breath. "should've killed the bastard when i had the chance."

"grognak would never have forgiven you," posy states matter-of-factly, "and troy is being my best friend, so i'm happy you didn't."

nostrils flaring as he mentally flinches away from thinking about what grognak would have done if he'd actually killed troy, anto grunts and deflects, "yeah, well. i've done worse before. wouldn't have been the first time, or the last. all part of the job description, posy."

silences settles over them for a minute, and anto is pretty certain that posy's eyes don't move from the same set of earrings the entire time. that is, until she turns to meet his eyes and surprises him again.

"i killed someone too."

eyeing the woman skeptically, anto leans his hip against a display case and crosses his arms. "you? you, posy, have killed someone?"

"i have!" her stare is defiant and anto is reminded once again of why he's fond of her.

"just the one?"

"as far as i am knowing, yes," posy replies.

the cryptic answer makes him narrow his eyes at her until posy admits, "i suffered the blunt force traumas from having my face beaten in with a flashlight, so i don't remember. but thomas says it was to protect peoples! captain planet was stabbing people on the pier! i don't know why he died, i was only hitting him once with my flashlight!"

the distress on her face is too much for him. placing a hand on posy's shoulder, anto gives her a small shake and ducks down to look her in the eye.

"no offence, posy, but accidentally killing someone isn't the same. what do you know about being a gangster?"

"oh!" somehow, that seems to distract her from the turn the conversation had taken. she turns on her heel and darts towards the back, presumably into one of the changing rooms, leaving him to stand alone in the middle of the store without a response.

he can hear her rustling around so he goes back to browsing the shelves. watches, earrings, glasses, bracelets, necklaces, all easy enough to pluck from their stands and stuff into a pocket when he finds something he likes or deems good enough to sell off. a glimmer catches his eye and he turns to inspect it. there's a pair of earrings that look like they might be real amethysts, judging from the locked case enclosing them. with a glance over his shoulder, anto sets to picking the lock, smirking to himself when it pops open and he can snake a hand in to snatch the earrings. the case is closed again and the jewelry is safely in anto's hand when the sound of a curtain being drawn back reaches him, and he smoothly tucks them away into his jacket pocket, moving to greet posy when she comes out.

whatever he'd been expecting, he's not prepared for the sight of posy striding over to square up to him in her new outfit. it's not plain, but strangely muted compared to the other clothes anto has seen her in. her hands settle on her hips and she straightens up to her full height, puffing her chest out proudly.

"i am a solo dolo but i have respect all over the 'hood!" she declares, and anto's eyebrows shoot up his forehead.

"that right?"

he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling, but his disbelief must come across loud and clear in his tone because the next thing he knows, posy is flashing him a grin and has her gun trained just to the left of him. "what is up, motherfucker?" she chirps.

his resolve cracks and laughter startles out of him.

it's not often that something reduces him to tears of laughter, but he doubles over and laughs until he can manage to straighten up, breathless and sporting blurry vision. "jesus– fair play, then. who taught you that one?"

"the ballas gave me gangster lessons," posy elaborates, grinning widely as he allows himself another few chuckles. "we've been killing, slicing, and gangbanging."

that sets him off again.

"they let me paint maxwell purple! steven thought i joined the gang, but i am thinking they are being liking me. like abdul with the vagos!" she explains further, watching him as he leans back against a display case to catch his breath.

"explains the purple wig." he jerks his chin in the general direction of her head, hand coming up to clutch at his ribs where he feel a faint ache. his eyes drift down to where her gun has come to rest against her side and he arches an eyebrow after a beat. "that a diamondback? what do you need that kind of firepower for, eh?"

posy spares the weapon a glance before she tucks it back into her jacket. "troy gave it to me. or pillbot. they both gave me one, it is being for protections. one of them got stolen though."

sobering slightly, anto nods, recalling the abridged version of events she's told him before. he tucks the first question that comes to mind, and the accompanying prickle of curiosity to know where troy would have gotten a diamondback from, away. "you let me know if you need something else, got it? don't want you walking around without a strap."

there's a long pause that nearly makes anto fidget with how intently posy stares at him. the moment abruptly ends and she rewards him with a sunny smile. "okay! peace, pimp!"

she's already made her way back into a dressing room by the time his stunned silence gives way to another bout of raucous laughter.

they don't spend long in the store after that, with posy quickly settling on a new blue wig and moving onto insisting he get a matching pair of stud earrings for himself. despite himself, anto caves. he buys them.

he's securing the backing of the second earring into place as they step back outside. when his hands fall back down to his sides, posy looks him over and gives him an approving nod. he returns the favour, making a show of inspecting the look of her new wig before nodding gravely. "right deadly," he announces.

"right deadly," posy returns with another nod.

his chest warms and, for a second, he allows his face soften.

posy moves towards her car, a little thing that he's seen a few times which, sure enough, has been painted puple.

"it was nice to be seeing you without... um. yeah!" she calls out once she's seated behind the wheel.

the corner of his mouth twitches up into a half smile as he fills in the blanks himself. "sure, look, we'll link up later, yeah? i've some stuff to sell."

he's about to turn away and head back to the shit car he'd stolen to get here, but he stops to consider briefly before jogging over to the driver's side of posy's car right as the engine comes to life. crouching down and rifling through his pockets, anto finds what he's looking for right as posy rolls the window down with a curious expression. reaching into the car and tugging one of posy's hands towards him, he deposits his favourite set of brass knuckles into her open palm and folds her fingers over it.

"easier to hide than a gun," he says by way of explanation and leaves it at that before he dashes away.

her excited "oh!" is easily heard and anto allows himself a pleased grin as he slides into his stolen car and promptly throws it into reverse, honking twice before he speeds away.

#i just think..... that they should be friends #and that posy should be trying to get anto to wear more colours #anyway this one goes out to tumblr user trognak bc posy our beloved #anto murphy #posy florian #anto: every good gangster has at least one set of knuckle dusters #donablue.exe

[donablue]

the ringing stops and they're greeted with an apprehensive "hi there."

"hello."

there's a sharp intake intake of breath but nothing else follows.

grognak waits a couple of beats but the only things they hear are the waves close by, constant and soothing, and the seagulls overhead, also constant, much less soothing. "hello? if you're there, i would like to hang up and try again but i don't have any more change. oh, i know. pretend i called back." she clears her throat, readjusts her grip on the handset. "hello, this is g-r-o-g-n-a-k a-t-t-o-r-n-e-y a-t l-a-w, grognak the destroyer, attorney at law. is this p-o-s-e-y posey?"

"no, but this is p-o-s-y posy," comes the trembling reply.

"oh." dismayed, grognak double-checks her phone's screen. "posy, your name is wrong in my contacts."

"if you are having your phone, why are you being calling from a payphone, grognak?" posy asks, and there's something to her voice that grognak can't place.

"i think, young lady, the better question is why are you answering calls from unknown numbers? stranger danger is very real, you know," they admonish instead.

posy's ensuing laugh is borderline hysterical.

"anyway," grognak continues, tucking their own phone away, "my phone turns on but it won't do anything. technology these days, posy, doesn't last."

"we can be getting you a new one. where are you?"

"i am at the pier. very quiet, much more interesting at night."

"can you be meeting me at the digital den?" posy asks, and grognak overhears some rustling and the sudden slam of what's probably a car door.

"i don't have a car, posy."

"what–? but– sad and sassy...?"

pleased, grognak nods to herself. "yes, i am, thank you!"

"no! your van! how did you get to the piers?"

pulling back to frown at the receiver, grognak huffs, "i walked, how else?"

there's another shorter bout of silence before posy tells them, "okay, i will be getting you. stay on the pier!"

"okay!" grognak agrees cheerfully before hanging up and setting out towards the pier's entrance.

right as grognak finally reaches the main street's sidewalk, a purple car comes to a screeching halt just in front of them. the driver's window rolls down and they're met with a bright smile and an enthusiastic "grognak!"

"posy! it's so good to see you," she returns warmly, wasting no time in rounding the small car to pile into the passenger seat. her knees press uncomfortably into the glovebox compartment.

"strap on!" posy reminds her, and grognak nods, fastening her seatbelt as posy pulls away from the curb.

"this is a very nice car," grognak notes before their sister can start talking. they try and fail to rearrange their legs into a more comfortable position. "a little small. cute, though."

"thank you! this is maxwell!"

leaning forward, grognak pats the dashboard fondly. "hello, maxwell. i hope you've been taking care of posy."

"he can be seating five people and go up mount chiliad backwards," posy lists proudly. "maxwell is a tank! he also does not like having doors."

nodding understandingly, grognak eyes the car door to their right skeptically. "i agree. they are restrictive, and they don't let you feel the wind in your hair."

posy glances at her quickly before swerving them into another lane. "you can be rolling the window down, you know."

"no, thank you. the wind makes my head chilly."

"okay," posy agrees easily, and they lapse into silence.

"i have a lot to be telling you," posy says after several minutes of grognak fiddling with the radio, stopping to listen to some songs, belting along to others, and skipping others altogether. grognak glances at her and her knuckles have gone white around the steering wheel. the only way they can think to describe her expression is unhappy. at least it's not directed at grognak.

and there it is. the guilt, the discomfort, the twisting uneasiness in the pit of their stomach that grognak has been trying to outpace. "phone first," they stipulate, and posy, charitable and kind as she is, acquiesces.

they wind up somewhere in the mountains. grognak's new phone proclaims it to be mount gordo.

once they've parked on a cliff ("i am wanting to be able to see all angles."), posy perches on maxwell's hood and watches as grognak finds a place to stand, finally deciding on a spot to posy's left.

devoid of distractions, she finally gets a good look at posy.

"you look tired, posy," grognak observes, eyes roaming over her sister's painted face.

"i am being very tired," posy admits.

her voice wavers.

posy's shoulders slump inward and she looks so small.

"a lot has happened since you left, grognak. mostly it is being bad things. serial killers, cults, people dying, people leaving, people getting hurt. steven got hurt! shirley got hurt! they are hunting me and rory! i know too much, grognak, i am being too curious! chroy has been out of the city a lot, and i am missing him but at least he is not being in dangers. pillbot was broken and now he is unbroken but people do not treat him like a person! and anto thinks that you might be being the leader of one of the cults!" she lists off, voice growing in shrillness until she punctuates her frustration with a smack to a spot on the hood next to her.

struggling to process the sudden slew of information and unfamiliar names, grognak blinks rapidly, at a loss. "i think i would remember being a cult leader. very busy job, i'd imagine," they finally offer. "too much responsibility, though. not very grognak."

posy rewards them with a weak smile. "i told him it couldn't be you," she mumbles. the smile falls and a shadow crosses her face.

"i did alcohols."

"that's not so bad–"

"and drugs. the serious ones."

"oh."

"i had not been doing either before! and now–" she slides off her car and hits the ground hard. grognak stands motionless as posy slips her hands under her glasses and presses her palms to her eyes. "and i have been missing you, on top of all that," posy changes tacks.

grognak steps closer and stares down at the top of posy's ducked head, taking in the near foot and half of difference between them for a second. it feels a little robotic, a little unnatural, but it's the only thing that comes to mind, so grognak closes the distance and wraps her arms around posy's shoulders in a stiff hug. there's a quiet sniffle, then posy winds her own arms around grognak's middle and leans her weight against her, head coming to rest on grognak's chest.

it feels nice, simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar. something in their chest suddenly starts to ache. their chest also starts to grow damp.

slouching as far as she can, grognak drops her chin onto the crown of posy's head and readjusts her hold on her into something less awkward, tightening the embrace.

"i missed you too," grognak quietly tells her wig, and posy hiccups, burrowing her face further into grognak's chest.

#hashtag pls give posy a hug 2k21 #grognak the destroyer attorney at law #posy florian #chaos siblings my beloveds #donablue.exe #girl help i am in my siblings feels again #girl help im in my 'grog comes back but also knows they're unreliable af n #doesnt know what to do w the mess that is los santos rn' feels #girl help i should not have written this while listening to abba's chiquitita

[donablue]

troy plays it off as bashfulness but he's extremely self-conscious about his looks (read: how gaunt his face is) and that's why he wears glasses and a hat most of the time, to hide/distract from his actual face, though he tells himself and others it's because he thinks it looks cool

#prime example: him going dont look at me im ugly @ posy when she accidentally knocked his glasses off #donablue.exe

[donablue]

still thinking about antrognak and anto being so desperate for grognak's affection and attention that he forces himself to pretend to be okay with the whole troy situation. he's about one-third successful because it's hard not to snarl at the sight of the stupid enamoured look on troy's face when he looks at grognak, but if he doesn't pull out his gun and plasters a smile that's more grimace than anything else on his face for long enough, grognak will turn that incandescent grin of hers on him too and mean it, and anto can't help the way his forced smile turns real at that and the ache in his chest quiets for a moment.

it's when she looks away, attention grabbed by something else, and troy happens to look at him that his smile sharpens into a leering, taunting one because see, troy's not the only one who can make her look like that.

#anto thinking he's making grognak happy and like he is #but it's mainly the sight of her unofficial husband and kind of boyfriend getting along* that's doing it #*one's not trying to kill the other and there are no guns in sight #someone remind me abt my thoughts abt sarcastic nicknames later im too tired rn #antonak #mainly but also #antrognak #anto is a grown man but in that moment he really wants to stick his tongue out at troy #donablue.exe

[donablue]

antrognak but anto got himself jailed again so grognak, troy, and posy go up to the prison to visit him

(troy was the one that begrudgingly suggested visiting him because he'll do anything for grognak and he's pretty sure that grog forgot anto was in jail since she kept trying to call him and complaining that he wasn't answering)

#surprise family visit bc posy heard they were going n immediately said she'd go too #anto watching them file into the visitation room: 😍 *gasp* groggers! 😄 hey posy! 😒 troy. #antrognak #and posy #donablue.exe

[donablue]

anto is busy sending out a last minute text when k starts calling out and pulls over. it's routine by now, a quick cash grab that requires a hostage or two, so he stays put, still intent on his phone, and lets ramee get out to corral their soon-to-be hostage into the seat next to him, phony accent in full force. it's only when he hears a familiar voice hastily replying, "alright now, i'll come with, can– whatever you need, boss," that his head snaps up, gaze immediately catching on the bright blue hawaiian shirt.

his stomach drops.

"jesus, mary, and joseph," he mutters to himself and clambers out.

if she were to find out about it, groggers would never let him hear the end of it. even worse, she'd never forgive him if anything were to happen to her precious troy.

he can't take that chance.

there's really no other option except to stride over to ramee, shove his gun aside, and ignore his protests in order to hiss at him to get back into the car.

"not him. shut up and get back inside, we'll get someone else. just– not this one, alright?"

the lack of a put-on accent combined with his tone must be serious enough that ramee bites his tongue for the moment, apart from a stray "what the fuck?" and climbs back into the car with what's obviously a suspicious glance at him despite the mask he's wearing.

as soon as they're the only ones on the sidewalk, anto grabs troy by the bicep and drags him away from the car, keenly aware of the eyes on them and pointedly ignoring the sputtering protests from the other man. he shoves troy far enough away that he's reasonably sure they won't be heard before he releases him and tugs his balaclava up enough to reveal his face despite his every instinct telling him to keep his face concealed.

"not a word of this to groggers, alright? you don't breathe a word of this to her," he demands, steamrolling over troy's confused "anto?"

glancing over his shoulder at the waiting car, anto gives troy a shove to the shoulder for good measure and moves in to whisper harshly, "the fuck are you doing out here by yourself anyway?"

troy's gaze tracks his glance towards the car before flicking back to him, and everything about him radiates confused gratitude. "my car broke down, i was just–"

"fuck's sake. i don't give a shit," anto groans, digging into his pockets for a repair kit and shoving it into troy's chest when he finds it. "leg it out of here, yeah? and get a strap," he finds himself saying, "unless you plan on letting anyone take you hostage."

"i have a gun," troy protests, kit clutched to his chest. "my first instinct isn't to pull it on someone, though."

anto stares at him. this is the guy that beat him in a duel. not for the first time, he's disappointed in himself.

shaking his head, anto shoves the other man back in the direction he's pretty sure he came from. "crack on, then. next time, keep posy with you, she's got better instincts than you could ever hope for."

troy flashes him a wan smile, mumbling, "yeah, guess you're right," and anto rears back, making a disgusted noise in the back of his throat and hastily averting his eyes.

he leaves troy there without a second glance, shouldering his way back into the car as he roughly tugs his balaclava back into place and ignores the curious and borderline accusatory stares he knows are trained on him both directly and through the rear-view mirror as they peel away from the curb.

they make it ten seconds down the street before ramee cracks. "so was that your boyfriend or did you go soft on us?"

"fuck off. there's plenty of other people we can take, yeah? that one's... off-limits."

the teasing will be never-ending, he knows it. there's no easy way to explain the situation he's wrapped up in with grognak, how she has him trapped in a perpetual state of check, unable, and unwilling, to get far enough away to declare himself safe from her inevitable wrath should anything happen to troy because of him.

those thoughts get pushed aside in favour of a deliberate laser focus when he spots a new candidate in the distance and smacks k and ramee's shoulders to alert them to their new target.

there's a split second of hoping that his repair kit was enough to get troy's car moving off the street before he ruthlessly blocks that train of thought off and leaps out of the car just as it rolls to a stop.

#tranto #kinda? #maybe? #dont mind me im just thinking abt anto being accidentally n begrudgingly protective of troy #donablue.exe

[donablue]

there are a lot of things anto hates about troy, including the fact that the guy is taller than him by an inch or two, which stands out to him a lot more when grognak insists (with an encouraging smile for troy and what could be a pointed glare for him, but the glasses make it hard to tell) on having the two of them hug and make up. anto's chin kind of lands infuritatingly perfectly on troy's shoulder and he has half a mind to say he slipped and turn the stiff embrace into an attempt at throwing troy into the street to see if a passing car does his work for him, but with the weight of grognak's approving stare on them he settles for locking his arms tighter and tighter around troy until troy makes a noise halfway between a squeak and a wheeze and he's sure he can feel the man's ribs creak

#disclaimer: i have no idea what anto's canon height OR age is #and also i am still thinking abt the tranto/precursor antrognak #piece that tumblr user trognak did #tranto #antrognak #but like... implied #donablue.exe

[donablue]

thinks about posy being distraught bc of her blunt force trauma induced amnesia

thinks about grognak who takes her amnosia in stride and accepts that she'll inevitably forget things

thinks about grognak not wanting to forget things, namely certain people, for once and getting frustrated and upset knowing it'll happen whether she likes it or not

#also thinks about troy angsting n staring at his phone #dude copied my fic idea #donablue.exe

[donablue]

at what point in the tranto development does anto lapse from "enjoys watching and laughing whenever troy gets hit by locals/others" to "don't fucking touch him, i'll deck you if you do"

#im thinking abt earlier from jaye's stream where troy picked a fight with some locals n posy had to finish the fight #while troy got dragged out of his car n hit shsjfkjs #so troy starting a fight n posy ending it while anto just fuckin laughs at him #turning into troy starting a fight n anto gunning them down when they get back up #donablue.exe #tranto