request: hi hil! I read your work and it was amazing! I was hoping you would write the rise boys with a vigilante s/o? (Gn) but the boys don't know that yet and one day s/o is fighting the foot or someone, you decide, then their turtle bf shows up and helps them. S/o forgot they were in costume for a minute before running to their turtle in shining shell and kissing them, so it turns into a whole thing and s/o unmasks themself, how do the boys react??
🝮 “ sun flare ”
rise!mikey x vigilante!g/n
author’s note: the way this has just been sitting in my notes for how long?? Gosh.. I sure did miss writing for yall, and not a day’s gone by that I haven’t thought about it.. This is.. Part two of four for the vigilante request? Let’s see if I can actually finish those other two haha!
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Bored in the lair, Mikey aimlessly walks towards the living room couch with his phone in hand. He scrolls through contacts until his thumb hovers over your name.
“ Hmmm… They might be busy today, but it never hurts to ask! ”
After shooting you a text to hang out and waiting patiently on the couch for nearly an entire hour, he eventually rolls off the cushions and onto his feet to find something to distract himself. At least until he hears back from you.
This eventually leads him straight to Donnie’s doorstep (roomstep?).
“ Ohhhh Donnie~! ”
In a sing-songy tune, Mikey invites himself into his brother’s room. Donnie doesn’t spare him a glance but rather a swift raise of his hand waving acknowledgement of his presence.
“ What’re you doing? ”
Mikey inquires as he comes up and drapes his hands over Donnie, resting his chin on his shoulder while his eyes flit across the large display. It looks like different camera angles, all showing various spots across town.
“ Just keeping an eye on the city. There has been a vigilante out doing our job lately. ”
“ Oh! Do you mean Sun Flare? I love them! ”
Donnie lulls his head towards Mikey then rolls his eyes.
“ I don’t know if you notice, Mikey, but too many heroes on the scene can jeopardize our position. ”
“ How? It’ll just make it safer in my opinion! ”
“ Opposing morals and values, lack of cohesive coordination, heroic malpractice, rise in alarm to local human authorities—why, there’s such a rich litany of ‘what can go wrong’, mon frère! ”
Donnie’s fingers skirt across the keyboard rapidly, shuffling in and out of the camera angles. While Mikey didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, he did perk up at a bizarre sight he caught in one camera angle before it vanished.
“ Wait! ”
He cries, straightening up and pointing at the right corner display.
“ Go back, Donnie—go back to that last one! ”
Furrowing his brows in confusion, Donnie obliges nonetheless. As he swaps to the previous angle, Mikey idly taps Donnie’s shoulder and shakes his head, muttering ‘ no, not that one, the other one… no, the other… ‘
Backtracking two more displays, Donnie nearly leapt out his skin as Mikey pointed aggressively and shouts.
“ STOP! … See? There, that’s Sun Flare! Oh, they’re fighting the Foot—see Donnie? They’re helping! ”
Mikey’s hands rest on Donnie’s shoulders, shaking him vigorously. He watches starry-eyed as the vigilante holds their own against the Foot Recruits. It was exhilarating, up until the point where they seem distracted by something at their side. The vigilante rummages in their pockets, pulling out a phone. For only a moment, they leave themselves open, unaware of a grunt sneaking up behind them.
“ Gasp! Sun Flare, no, behind you! Behin—!! ”
Mikey sucks in a breath so sharply that Donnie winces and covers his ears, grumbling ‘ ow, knock it off ‘.
As the vigilante, Sun Flare, is dragged away by the recruits, Mikey looks just about ready to jump through the image.
“ Donnie, where is that? I have to go help them, Sun Flare’s, like, my most favorite hero ever! ”
“ Firstly, legally speaking, they’re a vigilante, not a hero, and secondly, you’re better off letting it go. The displays on the bottom are just old recordings. The middle and left column displays are my ‘live displays’ ”
“ WHAT? Donnie, how long has it been since that happened?! ”
With a swipe of his mouse, Donnie props his elbow on the desk and leans his cheek into his hand.
“ Eh, looks like it’s been about an hour. ”
Groaning, Mikey’s hands drop from Donnie’s shoulders to his chair’s back and shake it rather obnoxiously.
“ Dooonnieeee!! Come on, I have to save them, do you know where they took Sun Flare?? ”
Swatting away his brother, Donnie growls out an ‘ okay, okay! stop it! ’ and makes quick work of locating similar recordings that may have captured the Foot recruit’s escape.
To no one’s surprise, he’s able to follow it right back to a shady looking building. The video display shows them hauling the vigilante in, along with a couple of mutants and random crates. Donnie leans in, squinting at the scene.
“ Is that… the Foot’s hideout? What’re they doing with all those mutants? ”
“ Thanks Donnie, you’re the best! ”
Mikey is quick to scurry right on out the room before his brother can even stop him.
Donnie rises from his chair and drops the mouse. He shouts for Mikey to wait, but unfortunately the orange-banded turtle was much too far to hear.
——-
Unbeknownst to dearest Mikey, you were actually a step away from freedom already.
Like dum-dums, those Foot grunts had tossed you into a cell without any second thought, slammed the gate closed, and went on to whatever else they did at homebase.
Completely unaware of you having swiped their keys during your dramatic flailing.
“ What a joke. This is supposed to be the nefarious group terrorizing the city? They’re obviously not bright enough. ”
With your back flat against the wall, you peek around the corners to scope out the coast before snaking a few tools from the small bag you kept adhered to your thigh. Several mystic trinkets filled it, all that you had gotten your hands on a little over a year ago with Mikey’s help. They were neat little things, depending on how you used it.
Hold them between your hands long enough to melt into a lotion-like substance, and you got yourself an insanely-strong adhesive—you commonly used this for stealth missions like this, scaling up walls and crawling on the ceiling. In absurdly large corridors like those of the Foot’s hideout, the likelihood of someone noticing you up there is hilariously low.
You were intending to continue up the walls to a window out and then scale down and escape.
Escape was within reach, and you were fully prepared to get out of here without a second wasted.
But! You unfortunately overheard an interesting tidbit between some grunts.
Something about a clumsy, stupid mutant?
You crawl a bit lower down the wall, closer to the room to hear better what they were talking about. Back when you were fighting them, right before you got a test message, you did notice they seemed to be targeting and capturing mutants for some reason. And there was a cage of them, too, when you were being brought to your own little cell.
What were they up to…?
“ I can’t believe they want us to waste our time on this ugly mutant. I mean, look at this, who’s he think he is? An artist? The next Picasso? ”
“ Oh, cringe. What shitty art.. Why do they want us to get the littlest one of those turtles anyways? ”
“ I heard it’s because he’s the dumbest and the easiest. ”
The guards snicker in their office, wasting their time as they threw jab after jab towards what you assumed was a file of sorts on Mikey.
…
Escape be damned. You were beginning to boil in your skin listening to them.
Was a lousy couple of grunts from a crappy group called FEET really badmouthing your beau? His stickers are adorable, and he IS an artist—a talented one at that! Cuter than they could imagine!
So, remember those cute little mystic toys? If you want to use them for some offense-based power, pop one in your mouth. Don’t swallow, just chew. Grind it between your teeth until it sounds like pop rocks, and you’re ready.
You slap some more lotion-like substance around your boots for good measure, and aim the tips of the toe to the door frame. In one swift motion, you free fall for a second, cross your arms out of annoyance, and swing into an upside down hang in the doorway.
“ For a couple of Chatty Cathy’s, you sure make it easy to get ambushed. ”
As the grunts try to respond to your sudden appearance, you grind your teeth once more against the substance, then spit a piece of the chewed wad towards the grunts. As the orange mass mixes with the air, it sparks increasingly until it collides with the counter. You kick off the door frame and land on the ground with one hand steeling your balance, and rise.
The explosion knocks the guards to their feet as you ready to fight them, only to find out they were weak enough for that simple attack to do them in.
“ Oh come on, no way.. That’s so embarrassing for you two.. ”
Unfortunately, it did alert nearby guards into coming to investigate. Cursing under your breath, you look around to see there were no other ways outside from the way you came, and already Foot members were closing in.
Relax, just a couple more items from your pouch, a few quick combats, and then you’re out of here!
“ It’ll be fiiiine… ”
Tiredly, you went into the hallway and prepared to fight the oncoming waves of grunts. Maybe you weren’t up for this, but you wouldn’t go down without trying first. Your stance was unsteady, fighting spirit having diminished from the absurdity of the two trash talkers going down so quickly.
“ Ugh.. I just want to go home and see Mikey.. ”
You pout, lunging to sock the first grunt in the jaw before dropping to the ground swiftly to dodge a grunt from behind. His strike instead hit another Foot member. While you might’ve held your own for a few hits and dodges, there was only so much the infamous Sun Flare could take in a day before they were… well… Kaput.
Once someone caught grip of your wrist, then your ankle, you sighed and relented, already working on Jailbreak pt.2.
That is, until a distant battle cry pierced through.
“ WA-HOO! ”
As suddenly as it was heard, a huge explosion of debris followed. The wall crumbled like paper as some hunkajunk car rolled through and knocked down half of the crowd like bowling pins. With the setting sun filtering in, an all-too-familiar frame stood triumphantly in its beams. Once his joyous eyes settled on you being held by measly Foot recruits, his expression soured, and he launched into action.
His movements were almost too quick to follow as he pounced the enemies down, usually in one fell swoop of his fiery weapon—did it have a name? It sure did have personality.
“ Sun Flare, watch out! ”
Instinctively, you swung your arm back, elbow colliding with a grunt who tried to take advantage of your distraction. Quickly, you stumbled backwards and ended up colliding back to back with Mikey.
“ Don’t worry, Sun! I’m a huge fan. Oh, and I’m Mikey! Wait, less tally, more fighty! Sorry, I’m so excited!! ”
Your chest swells with affection, filling you up with warmth as his simple presence rekindled your fighting spirit.
“ Right! ”
You shout, electricity crackling behind your eyes as you shot forth to the crowd before you, hands dipping into the pouch at your leg to take out a particular mystic weapon shaped like a shovel. Swipe once at the ground, and—
“ Agh! ”
“ Whoa! The floor?! It’s—“
“ It’s moving! ”
The ground ahead of the cut would immediately contort and melt into a semi-liquidy form. The tack upon your shoes still worked enough for you to take a leap to the wall, running sideways against it as you chewed a couple more pieces of the mystic gum.
Mikey turned, watching with big eyes as he recognized the stance you were assuming. Like a true fan boy, he couldn’t help but shout out the same signature attack name you had been caught saying on multiple recordings across the city.
“ FLARE SEED BLAST! ”
“ FLARE SEED BLAST! ”
Kicking off the wall, momentum swung your body upside down as you positioned your hand around your mouth like a tight chamber for the lodged attack to pump out of. Similar to a BB gun, the wads from your mouth shot amongst the crowd and set off a chain of explosions resembling miniature sun flares blooming.
You intended to catch yourself and land coolly against the ground, but instead you were shocked to feel warmth wrap around you and a sturdy chest hold you secure. Mikey had caught you, touching down in the position you were imagining—one knee against the ground and your fist planted for balance.
For a few seconds of the fight coming to a settle, you remained in his embrace, cheek pressed firmly against his plastron. Your eyes trailed up to his face, a strong, stoic expression washing across the floor to make sure the battle was through.
As he snapped out of it and looked down at you, his expression melted away to something akin to embarrassment.
“ … Ah—! Sorry. ”
Mikey shot up and let you to your feet, his gaze suddenly avoiding you as he stammered around his words.
“ I-I saw them—you, well, when, it was hours ago! You’re my favorite hero, so I just, and uh— Well—“
As his words came out completely wrong, fatigue washed over you. He was such a hero, even rushing to your rescue. There was no doubt in your mind that he was the farthest from an idiot. Truly your sweet, beloved artist..
Your body moves on its own, quick yet soft, pulling Mikey into an embrace to place a gentle kiss upon his lips.
“ I missed you.. ”
You mutter, staring lovingly into his eyes. They held shock in them, reflecting an emotion of daze and… huh? Why did he seem so … Unhappy?
Mikey pushes you back, covering his mouth immediately.
“ Whoa! I-I’m, I’m grateful, truly, but this is wrong! ”
“ What? Why? We always kiss? ”
You tilted your head in confusion while Mikey gawked, paling to a color you hadn’t imagined possible for him.
“ W-WHAT?!? No, no, look! You’re my favorite hero, I promise—“
“ Oh—“
“ But I’ll have you know—“
“ Wait?”
“—I have a very lovely partner waiting home for me! I love them very much—“
“ No, Mikey—“
“ And as flattered as I am for my favorite hero to like me, I would never betray my lovely Y/N!”
He was pacing in circles as you were trying to interrupt and stop him. Amidst your fatigue, you completely forgot about this whole vigilante identity being a secret. While you would’ve been upset any other time, his loyalty to you was too heartwarming.
“ Mikey! ”
You tug off your mask, smiling forgivingly.
“ It’s me, love, calm down. ”
He stares at you silently, long enough for you to start worrying he might be mad. You open your mouth to try and plead your case, only to be cut off by his sudden screech.
“ NO WAY! Oh mi gosh, oh mi gosh, oh mi GOSH! ”
He sweeps you up immediately, one hand on your lower back while the other nestled under your rump. Spinning you around, his feet did happy little tippy taps.
“ My sweet lovely beautiful Y/N is also the amazing and wonderful new-hero-on-the-scene SUN FLARE? Oh my—IS THE NAME A REFERENCE TO ME? It has to be! ”
He was glowing with pride as you laughed in his arms. His grip loosened to slide you back down, shifting instead to pull you close into a kiss.
“ Pft—Mikey, is it that obvious? Sun Flare? ”
He peppers your entire face and neck in kisses.
“ It is now! ”
The two of you melt into each other’s embrace, completely forgetting the mess around you… You want nothing more than to go home and rest, as does Mikey probably, so you both walk to the hole in the wall Mikey left.
The damage was sure to piss off the entire clan, but you’d handle that another day.
“ … I feel like I’m forgetting something..”
You mumbled, glancing at Mikey who casted a puzzled look. He intended to follow up with something along the lines of “ nonsense ! you’re just tired.. ” but you were both unceremoniously met with the rest of his brothers swinging in.
“ Whoa, there was a party and I wasn’t invited?! ”
“ Leo, hush. Mikey, you should—What? Why is Y/N here? ”
“ Michael, it would behoove you to stay long enough for me to finish running diagnostics—hello Y/N who is actually vigilante Sun Flare, Leo owes me 5$ now—but next time, do not leave until I finish investigating so I could have told you the Foot Clan is nabbing all the Mutants in New York! ”
Seeing all the brothers arrive with such an air of determination had you wilting with exhaustion.
“ Noooo… Can I go home? I’m so tired.. ”