Alas, I do not have a title but!!!!!!!! Kunibramcraft fic with a focus on kunicraft because out of the sub-ships they’re the most underrated (bram is here he just doesn’t talk bc he’s sleeping lawl). This also focuses on my disability hcs for Kunikida, speaking of which there is some internalized ableism on kunikidas part as a small note/heads up
Just like everyday, Kunikida's alarm clock goes off at 6 am, making sure he wakes up.
The difference today is that when consciousness comes to him, he feels pain. Not the pain associated with his job mind you, instead it’s pain that has come with the choices he’s made and the life he’s lived. This isn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence, but today is especially bad.
Opening his eyes, he becomes aware of the position he’s in; his head in the crook of Lovecraft's neck, his left arm being draped onto Kunikida's waist. Moving his head slightly, he sees Stoker behind Lovecraft, spooning him. Lifting Lovecraft's arm off him with his own, he’s careful to try and move in a way to not wake up his partners, thankfully not being the one in the middle this time (along with Lovecraft's arms not being tentacles at the moment) means he doesn’t have to struggle that much.
After moving himself closer to the edge of their bed, he sits up, sighing.
His shoulder is still messed up from being sliced open during the whole Decay of Angels incident, with Yosano only being able to heal it so much with it already having been in the process of healing on its own.
It’s similar to his leg he supposes, as it’s an old injury that never really healed properly, in part due to him not allowing it to when he had the chance.
He looks over at his cane, the new one that is. Yosano insisted that he needed a new one after the injuries he had received and sustained, with the new one alleviating some of the overall pain he feels in his right arm.
His hands are the worst at the moment. His wrists being in immense pain, with his hands being completely numb, not being able to feel them. Looking at them, he tries to move his fingers. The effort is futile however, as nothing but the usual shakiness happens.
“Damnit…” “Doppo?”
Lovecrafts awake. Kunikida turns his head to face his partner, who is now sitting up. “Sorry, did I wake you up?” He hums, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Hm, not entirely.” Then, he looked at him, and despite not having his glasses on along with Lovecraft sometimes being hard to read, Kunikida could still see the worry in his expression. “I know you're in pain.”
He didn’t know how to respond.
“I’ll be fine.” “I don’t believe that.”
They stay there in silence for a few seconds before Lovecraft sighs and gestures towards himself. “Come here.” After moving closer to his partner, Lovecraft guides his body. Kunikida's head now resting on Lovecraft's shoulder with his hands in his partner’s lap; while Lovecraft's left hand holds his own, his other is holding his right shoulder.
Then, the humming starts.
As soon as Kunikida recognizes that it’s some sort of melody, he finally understands what Lovecraft is doing. Stoker explained this to him before, Lovecraft is capable of the power of suggestion through melodies, he compared them to the songs sirens sang. He also informed him that this power can take different forms, with one of them acting as a temporary pain suppressant.
That must be what he’s doing now.
There’s a certain comfort to the way he’s being held, a song being sung for him. His shoulder doesn’t nearly as much as it did before, he even has some feeling back in his hands. But, as pleasant as this all is, he can’t stay forever.
“I need to get up eventually, I have responsibilities.” The melody doesn’t even stop when Lovecraft responds, like it’s completely separate from him. “Your boss should understand.” “Aya also needs to be taken to school and looked after.” “Bram should be able to take care of her.” At that, Stoker seemed to mumble in his sleep, nuzzling into Lovecraft's side and proceeding to hold his waist tighter. “… When he awakens that is.”
Lovecraft is right, Kunikida knows that, and yet it still feels wrong.
He can’t help but feel useless whenever he’s like this. No matter how often he’s told otherwise by others, he can’t change how he feels.
He hates it.
Lovecraft pulled him closer, his head now resting on Kunikida's own. “You think too much.” “… Sorry.”
The two of them stayed like that for a short time, with only Lovecraft's melody breaking the silence before he spoke again. “When Stoker wakes up, can you tell him to check on Dazai and Katai? I can’t rest well if I don’t know they’re both alright.” “Of course.” “Thank you.”
Then, he closes his eyes, letting the melody bring him to sleep.
So an eldritch horror, a farmer, and an idealist walk into a bar
Hey girl. Fic for Lovecraft, kenji, AND Kunikidas birthday bc they’re my blorbos and their birthdays are in close proximity to eachother. Also there’s somewhat implied kunicraft bc yea obviously who do you think I am. Btw I will be posting some images after this on main :) be prepared
Also featuring references to that one anthology chapter where kenji brings Lovecraft to the agency. Bc I love that chapter
It’s the twentieth of August, a week before Kenji's birthday, which just so happened to be three days before Kunikida's. So, of course, the office (Dazai most likely, the bastard) decided to kick him and Kenji out temporarily so that everyone could attempt to coordinate.
It made sense in a way he supposed, Kenji's interests can be somewhat simple, so it wouldn’t be hard for two people to accidentally get him the same gift. He can even understand himself getting kicked out in a way, it’s not like Kenji necessarily needs adult supervision, he is very capable for someone his age, but it’s still good to keep an eye out for him.
Doesn’t mean Kunikida can’t be upset over his schedule for today being ruined.
But fine, he can just readjust it while walking with Kenji. So far, it was fine, the two occasionally stopping when Kenji was talking to someone (he was fine with it for the most part, as long as he didn’t take too long). They decided to walk towards one of the shopping districts, as this would likely be the most optimal time for them to purchase a gift for the other.
(Mostly for Kunikida, he knows that Kenji has more free time and could’ve done so another time. But he likes being around other people, so now is likely the best time.)
Then, Kenji spotted someone, smiled and ran up to them. Now, this wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary, until he recognized the very distinct smell of the ocean; one that he had experienced during the conflict with the Guild. He didn’t even have to look to know who Kenji went up to, and yet he did, for even just the smallest chance that he did not have to deal with the potential headache if it was who he thought it was.
Standing in front of Kenji, wet like he climbed right out of the sea itself, was H. P. Lovecraft.
“Hello again mister!” It took a few seconds before Lovecraft seemed to recognize Kenji. “Oh, hello.” He paused for a moment, thinking. “… Could you lead me to your agency? I would like to play Baba Nuki again…” “Sorry! But me and Kunikida-San can’t be at the agency at the moment, so I am unable to do that!” Kenji replied cheerful as ever, Lovecraft hummed, seemingly saddened by this.
But Kunikida couldn’t focus on that now, he needed to step in. “What are you doing around here?” Lovecraft looked at him briefly, before staring at essentially nothing. “Today is an important day for me… I want to do something because of it.” Ominous, who knows if he’s even slightly trustworthy considering the events of the guild conflict. Maybe- “Why don’t you join the two of us then! We are going to the shops nearby, maybe you can find something there?” What. “Wait, Kenji-” “Okay.”
Damn it
And so, Kunikida not only had to look after Kenji, but also make sure the still damp, walking horror made of tentacles in human form named Lovecraft didn’t cause any issues. Sometimes he wonders what caused him to end up in situations like this.
As the three arrived, Kenji brought something up. “Hm, what if we split up? That way we don’t see the others' gift.” He thought about it, it would make sense to do so.
“…Gift?” Right, Lovecraft was with them.
“Oh! The two of us are here to get each other something for the other's birthday! Mine is in a week and Kunikida-san’s is a few days after.” As Lovecraft seemed to be deep in thought over what kenji said, Kunikida took the opportunity to speak. “Go ahead, we’ll meet back up here when we’re done.” At which Kenji smiled and went off.
Seeming breaking out of whatever trance he was in, Lovecraft noticed Kenji walking off and tried to follow, at which Kunikida grabbed the collar of his coat. “Absolutely not, you're coming with me so that I can keep an eye on you.”
The two moved from store to store, Kunikida both looking for things Kenji might like and keeping an eye on Lovecraft, who seemed to just be silently observing his surroundings. Neither of them said anything the entire time, not like they would have anything to talk about. Really the only thing of note was Lovecraft very visibly wincing at any depictions of cats, and keeping a distance from said depictions.
Maybe if Kunikida had any issues with him he could tell Atsushi to go after him in tiger form, that is a thought.
While considering the possibility of siccing one of his coworkers onto the odd man, currently looking at plush animals, he spotted Lovecraft holding something to his right.
In his hands was a large octopus plush with small bat-like wings on its back, the material's base color being similar to Lovecraft's own tentacles if he remembers correctly, having darker accents along with the underside of the body and tentacles being lighter. He held one of the plush’s tentacles in his left hand rubbing it with his thumb like he was seeing how the material felt.
The strangest part was that he almost seemed to be smiling.
…He’s going to regret saying this.
“Do you want it?” “Hm?” Lovecraft looked at him, expression going back to the practically vacant one he usually has, was he actually smiling a moment ago? “The octopus plush, do you want it?” He looked back at the plush like he was making eye contact with it. “…Yes. I believe I do.” “Then buy it, I’m sure Fitzgerald paid you well enough while you were still in the guild.” “Ah… I don’t have access to the money currently nor do I believe it's in this country's currency.”
Of course that’s the case. Why wouldn’t it be considering everything.
He sighed. “Then I’ll buy it, just pay me back later when you're able to.” Lovecraft's face lit up at this, well, as much as he could with his lack of expressions. Then, he spotted something which caught his eye. After shifting his hold on the octopus plush so that he was using one arm to hold it instead, he reached up to a shelf to grab something.
“Would… Kenji like this?” In his hand was a plush of a brown cow with large horns, long faux fur covering its eyes. Kunikida reached over to grab it and look it over.
It was small (well, compared to the octopus plush Lovecraft was currently holding), with the texture of the fur on its body having a nice feeling to it. Checking the tag it said ‘highland cow’, hm, interesting.
“Possibly.” He turned in the direction of the check out. “Alright, let’s go.”
The check out was uneventful, the only thing of note is Lovecraft acting odd when he had to let go of the octopus plush in order for it to be checked out. He almost seemed nervous the way he was fiddling with his fingers. It didn’t matter much though, as he went back to normal once he had it in his arms again. (Well, his own normal.)
He made sure that Lovecraft got the receipt, and that the cow plush was in a bag that couldn’t be seen through.
As the two went back to where it was agreed that they would meet back up with Kenji, Kunikida got the message confirming they could go back to the agency. Good, he wanted to at least be a little protective today. As expected, when the two spotted Kenji, he was talking to someone; Kunikida recognized them as someone Kenji frequently helps.
After a few moments, Kenji noticed the two, said his goodbyes, and walked over. “Is it time?” Kunikida nodded in response, at which Kenji grinned at Lovecraft. “Seems you get to play Baba Nuki afterall!” “Yay.”
Ah, right. He forgot he was in his own personal hell today. Not like he can do anything about it, Kenji can be very persistent and he doubts Lovecraft can even be controlled or convinced.
Which is how he came back to the agency, bag in hand with Kenji's gift, having an ex-Guild member looming behind both him and Kenji (with said ex-Guild holding a large plush in his arms).
As soon as Lovecraft spotted Atsushi and Tanizaki, he made a b-line towards the two, to the sheer horror of the both of them. “Baba Nuki…?”
Kunikida attempted to ignore his coworkers having to deal with Lovecraft as he sat down at his desk, where he should’ve been this entire day. Surprisingly, for once Dazai didn’t have any clever remarks.
“Is that Lovecraft?” He didn’t have to be Ranpo to know that Dazai was at least a little afraid of Lovecraft, considering what he’s heard about the confrontation including the two of them (it was understandable in a way, the concept of Lovecraft just being like that without any ability is terrifying if you think about it too long). “Yes Dazai, that is Lovecraft.” “Why?” He sighed. “I don’t think I could’ve stopped him even if I tried.”
(He tried to ignore the feeling of Ranpo watching him like he knew something he didn’t.)
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A week went by and Kenji's birthday arrived. Which was teetering the line between uneventful and eventful, all things considered.
He definitely didn’t know Kenji was friends with a mafia executive, let alone that executive being Chuuya Nakahara. (He attempted to ignore Dazai very obviously flirting with Chuuya, which was difficult considering the executive seemed very close to punching him hard enough to knock him out.)
When Kunikida gave his gift to Kenji there was a small admission to make. “Lovecraft is actually the one who found this, I was just the one who purchased this.” He made sure to say it quietly enough that even if someone who wasn’t Kenji heard, they wouldn’t just repeat it out loud in front of everyone. Although that didn’t stop Ranpo from giving him a look. What the hell did he know that Kunikida didn’t?
Kenji seemed to understand that Kunikida didn’t want others to know of his admission (he wouldn’t be surprised if Ranpo told Kenji something beforehand). Not like that’s important at the moment, what’s important is that Kenji liked the plush.
It was a nice day, all things considered.
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Then, a few days after, was Kunikida's own birthday. It was about as expected, Dazai trying to ruin his schedule with the excuse that it should be today, Ranpo insisting that there should be cake just like how he did on Kenji's birthday, Kyoka silently agreeing with Ranpo just by looking at him in a certain way, the usual.
At the very least, everyone had followed his suggested allotted time to give him any gifts they had planned to.
Dazai gave him a few packs of the very specific kind of pens that he likes. Atsushi very sheepishly admitted that he didn’t know Kunikida well enough to give him something (he understood of course, and made sure that Atsushi also understood that he didn’t hold it against him). Fukuzawa quietly handed him a new notebook, made by Master Carlyle just like his current one; it would be nice to have a back up in case his current one was ever destroyed.
Then, Kenji handed over a wrapped up box. “I hope you like it.” He said simply, seeming slightly nervous about it, slightly bouncing in place waiting for it to be opened. After taking the wrapping off, Kunikida saw that it was one of those wooden animal puzzles, three sea animals to be exact. It reminded him of home in a way; he wonders if kenji felt the same with his gift.
Smiling, he patted Kenji's head. “Thank you, I can’t wait to put it together later.” He regained his usual cheerfulness at the notion.
It was at that point, when the agency door opened and someone walked in, smelling like they climbed out of the waters of Yokohama.
Once again, he was looking at H. P. Lovecraft. He set the puzzle box on his desk as Kenji went up to Lovecraft like he wasn’t one of the most terrifying entities in Yokohama. “Hello!” “Ah, hello.” Lovecraft gave him a small nod before looking at Kunikida, then walked towards him.
“Here.” He handed him a brown paper bag, top folded to hide its contents. Slightly confused he opened it, revealing a plush of a hare. Pulling it out, he noticed its fur had a similar color to his own hair, along with the fact that it had a thin red ribbon tied around its neck in a bow. A quick inspection made him realize that the ribbon wasn’t sewn on; had Lovecraft sought out a red ribbon just like his own to add onto this plush? The fur was even a texture that he liked.
He didn’t know what to say. “… Thank you, it’s lovely.” At that, Lovecraft smiled in that subtle way that he did that week ago and left the agency.
(Shortly after, when the agency resumed giving him his gifts, Ranpo gave him a cap that said ‘fish want me, women fear me’ with a salmon between the two statements. Somehow he thinks Ranpo is making fun of him. Somehow.)
(Much later, he noticed an envelope that was in the bag that Lovecraft had given him. Inside was the receipt he had given him the previous week and the exact amount of money that the octopus plush cost.)
No title. I don’t particularly care for this fic but I wrote and am posting it anyways bc there needs to be more kunicraft in the world. Go my scarab (shitty fanfiction). If you see any errors no you don’t
Tired. Kunikida is tired.
Sure, today wasn’t the worst that he’s had and all things considered it was all pretty standard. But he’s still tired.
So when he opens the door to his dorm and closes it behind him, he isn’t too upset when Lovecraft approaches him and holds him firmly, leaning forward enough to make Kunikida lean back a little.
Lovecraft was a recent addition to his life. Sometime after the two of them kept running into each other after the Guild conflict, along with some self discovery on his part, the two formed a relationship. It was strange at first of course (having a thing for an eldritch being was not in his ideals), but he did warm up to the whole situation eventually.
Which brings the two of them to now. “Alright, you're going to have to let me go; I need to finish up my schedule.” He said, patting Lovecraft's back. His grip loosened and went back to standing up straight (good, Kunikida would rather not have his back hurt from having to lean back like that). “Okay…” Lovecraft's hands lingered on Kunikida's waist; a little sad that he couldn’t hold his partner just yet.
He raised his hand up to Lovecraft's cheek, giving him a soft smile. “Don’t worry too much, I won’t be doing everything that I usually do tonight; I should be going to bed sooner than I usually do.” Lovecraft leaned into the touch, making an affirmative hum.
Kunikida doesn’t think anyone else knows just how cute Lovecraft can be.
Dinner wasn’t very noteworthy, even with Lovecraft hovering nearby as much as he could. After both put their dishes in the sink to be felt with later, he went to go take his shower. Although he did have to say “No Lovecraft you can’t follow me in here. Yes we took a shower together that one time but that was to help show you how to take one. Stay out of the bathroom.”
(There were some more… personal reasons why he didn’t want to take a shower with him again, but he would rather not admit those reasons out loud.)
Once he was done with everything, he left the bathroom, and as expected lovecraft was waiting by the door. Noticing Kunikida, he perked up, like he knew that it was now bedtime. (Which he might have, he does seem to keep track of his schedule despite tending to sleep most of the day and seeming to not care for much else. Seeming being the key word.)
Walking into their shared bedroom, he took off his glasses as he approached the desk where he both keeps his glasses case and puts his notebook. After putting both back where they belonged, he noted Lovecraft taking off his dress shirt (and just putting it in with the clean clothes, which he is CHOOSING to ignore. He’s way too tired to deal with it.)
After getting in bed under the blankets, he lifted up the end of the blankets opposite to him with his arm. A silent invitation to Lovecraft, who quickly noticed and crawled under, nuzzling his face into Kunikida's neck.
After lowering his arm both to lay the blankets down and to hold his partner, he could feel Lovecraft's arms shift and change. He didn’t need to see what was happening to know that underneath the blankets Lovecraft's arms turned into a mass of tentacles, which coiled around his body, holding him close to Lovecraft.
Despite how similar it is to when the two first met, there’s a distinct contrast between how it felt then compared to now.
He tilted his head towards Lovecrafts, he could smell the ever present scent of sea water that never seemed to leave Lovecraft. Most would find it unpleasant, but not Kunikida.
Throughout his life, he had always lived near water. He could never leave the fond memories he has of walking by the shore as a child, or fishing for the first time, or bringing Katai with him to the beach. Really, thinking about it, it’s not that surprising that he started to enjoy being in Lovecraft's presence in the first place.
Drew a little guy for my writing blog ( @turtle-clown ) cause I needed a new pfp. Very much based on Marx (the Kirby one) and Blacephalon bc I kin them just like Mikey (who was in the original pfp)
Doing cods work by making and posting a kunicraft fic. Some context: this is basically an au where, instead of doing normal things when you have a crush on someone, Lovecraft keeps accidentally sending psychic visions of his eldritch form to kunikida, which causes him to have nightmares about said eldritch form. They make me want to eat rocks [very positive]. Also fic title is from the song/album of the same name (the song is actually on my kunibramcraft playlist)
In the depths of the water of Yokohama, Lovecraft lay, or he did until a strange feeling ripped through him like he was electrocuted. It was like something changed in the world at large; he was intending to emerge at some point, to see the blonde detective he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about from afar.
So, he emerged.
Walking through the streets in the direction he assumed the agency was (he couldn’t quite remember, he’d only been there once afterall), as water dripped from his still damp body and passerby stared at him, he spotted a broadcasting television with people surrounding it. Usually he wouldn’t pay attention to it, but… “-The terrorist organization known as The Decay of Angels has been identified as the Armed Detective Agency. As of right now only two of the members are in custody, their leader Fukuzawa Yukichi and Kunikida Doppo, if you spot any of the other members please contact-”
Ah, that would do it.
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He can feel himself falling, or is he sinking?
It’s hard to tell anymore.
He can feel his lungs being crushed along with his ribcage from the pressure, losing any remaining air he has.
The burning feeling at his wrists where his hands should be, everything has become a blur and yet he can see the trails of blood floating up from his wrists.
The darkness wraps around him, embracing him just before
He wakes up, another nightmare. One of the many he’s had for the past few months. He tries to reach towards his notebook should be, to have yet another futile attempt at trying to write down what he remembers from the nightmare (everytime he tries to put it into words, he seems to be at a loss, or maybe the details just slip past him like water through a sifter). It was then he remembered what happened before he lost consciousness, and became very aware of his lack of hands.
He can feel the panic boil inside him, his breathing becoming unsteady. He can’t even do anything to stop it or to keep it from getting too out of hand, as all of his coping mechanisms involve his hands (combing his fingers through his hair, twirling a pen or pencil in his hand, picking at healing scabs, revising his schedule or anything in his notebook, messing with the ends of his ribbon, just doing anything with his hands).
Cameras. There must be cameras in this room.
He can’t do this. Not now.
The next few hours are a blur, the only way he could guess how much time has passed was the window with either the sun or how the light shown through it. He wasn’t sure if it was the near meltdown or the sun starting to set along with the lights being out in the room he was in, but he felt tired, even if he awoke just a few hours ago.
He thought about it. He didn’t have anything to do until the usual time he would sleep (or an estimation of when that is, since he didn’t exactly have a clock to look at) due in part to… you know. He just wishes he could move the blanket better at least.
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He’s lying in a rowboat in what seems to be an endless ocean; he remembers having this nightmare before, he’s just not sure how many times (he briefly ponders why he seems to remember in his sleep but not in his waking hours).
Looking up at the full moon in the middle of the night sky, he pushes himself up to sit. He feels a sharp pain in his wrists as he does so, hissing, when sat up he moves them to look and… hands, he has them. In a way he’s relieved despite the pain, he has his hands here.
The sound of the water against the boat reminds him of where he is. Right, the nightmare he should be having. The rowboat is old and made of wood, and more importantly doesn’t have any oars, so it can’t be moved by anything but the waves of the ocean. The water is dark, whether that be because of the night sky or there being no bottom he’s unsure. There isn’t any sight of land in the slightest. There’s also the-
Something from the depths reaches out and grabs the boat, breaking it apart. Right on time.
He falls into the water, as he tries to grab a large enough chunk of the broken boat to hold onto, the creature grabs him and pulls him under the water. (He gets scared, and wakes up.)
As he sinks, he can feel himself losing breath, chest almost crushing from the increasing pressure as the water around him gets darker and darker. (He gets scared, and wakes up.)
When the water almost reaches complete darkness, he stops being pulled. There’s just enough light that he can see part of the creature who pulled him down. A small round head with sunken eyes, darker than the abyss itself. Tentacles where the mouth should be. Several sets of arms clutching the head. It’s back seemingly hunched, he could barely see what seemed to be large webbed wings on its back. The rest of what he could see were tentacles, too many to even attempt to count. (He gets scared, and wakes up.)
Every time, he lets the fear get to him, and he wakes up. He’s not sure if it’s him subconsciously not wanting to wake up back into where he was or acceptance of whatever fate awaits him, but he doesn’t wake up.
The creature pulled him closer, more tentacles wrapping around him and… it embraced him, like he was a small plush toy. He’s not sure what to think. He can hear it making some noises, though he’s unsure of the meaning. It’s almost comforting, the way he’s being held by the creature, compared to what’s happening in the real world.
He sighs, resting his head and closing his eyes. Hopefully he can stay like this for a little longer.
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As he felt himself returning to consciousness, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. It was a lot nicer than being in the waking world currently.
“Oh? Awake are we?”
He flinched and quickly turned his head to look towards the voice. A hunting dog, the one who mocked his ideals. He really wishes he could be asleep right now.
He moves his arms to push himself up, feeling a sharp pain as he does so just like in the dream. (Odd, how does he remember that? And since when did he refer to it as a dream and not a nightmare?) “What do you want?”
The hunting dog seemed to ignore the question. “Have a nice dream last night? Your heartbeat was quite interesting.”
His brow furrowed, what use would there be in asking him about that? “Why would you want to know?” The hunting dog's smile changed slightly, he can’t tell the meaning behind it however. “Eager to get interrogated are we?”
He doesn’t respond.
He misses the dream already.
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In the depths of Yokohama's water, a creature made of tentacles stirred. He had dreamt of the detective once again, bringing him down to the deep to be with him. He couldn’t help but think about keeping the detective safe after finding out what had happened.
He wants to find him, he really does. But he knows that it would be difficult to locate him without potentially turning Yokohama inside out, and he doesn’t want to do that, it would upset the detective. There’s also a place with really nice ice cream that he wouldn’t want to ruin, he hopes one day he can get some there with the detective.
Thinking back, he remembers how much the detective agency fought the guild, and his own defeats at the hands of them and the port mafia.
Hopefully in the time he’s asleep they figure everything out, and that the blonde detective can be returned.
Hey girl. Kunibram fic which I. Don’t have a title for :v
There are like. Two things to mention here, because of this being vaugely in Brams perspective Kunikida is referred to as Doppo cause. I think bram would refer to Kunikida by his first name. The second is that this fic is about Bram watching Kunikida in his sleep, put the gun down let me explain I swear, it’s not meant to be weird in a creepy way it’s more meant to be like. Bram not quite understanding what’s normal human behavior and not quite recognizing his own feelings. I swear this is normal (for kunibram at least. There is blood drinking)
Bram liked to watch Doppo sleep. Not in a creepy way, he thinks, it's hard to explain in such a small amount of words.
When he was first allowed to dwell in Doppo's dorm and couldn’t sleep at night, he would stand by Doppo's bed while he was sleeping and watch. He looked calmer sometimes, other times he must have been having very awful nightmares. He could sympathize, the memories of his family’s fate haunt him in both his waking and sleeping hours.
He dared not get too close however, Doppo valued his schedule and part of that was waking up at a certain time, and getting too close could risk waking him up. He valued the other man’s company and didn’t want to make him upset lest he risk not being able to live with him anymore.
Soon, the young lady, Aya, started living with the two of them; at her own request. Although, Bram felt that Doppo would’ve eventually attempted to have her stay with the two of them, even if she hadn’t asked. And so, the young lady became their young lady, even if unofficially.
Doppo seemed to sleep better knowing that the young lady was safe in their (now more officially shared) dorm. He wondered if some of the nightmares he’s been having were about the young lady; he does remember being told about the incident where the two met.
He wished he could assist when Doppo did have any nightmares, alas, he knows he can’t. Can’t wake him up and let him know he’s been watching, he could take it the wrong way.
One day, Doppo offers his blood.
They both have been aware that there wouldn’t be any going back if either breached the topic of Brams vampirism, only ever bringing it up to make sure one of them acquires blood bags from the agency doctor. A silent agreement that neither would mention it in any way outside of that one exception.
Yet here the two are, an offering being made.
He doesn’t need to, and yet he did. Bram doesn’t know what to think of it, and yet he accepts.
They both knew that he wouldn’t turn Doppo into a vampire, and if he did he would change him back as fast as he could. He couldn’t drink directly from his neck, that would be dangerous if he bit into an artery, and those that work at the agency would notice. Similarly, he couldn’t bite his wrists, as Bram wouldn’t want to cause him to have more issues with his hands.
So, he would bite his left shoulder, right above the clavicle. They both knew this as well; nothing needed to be said out loud, they both just knew.
And so, the two were on Doppo's bed, him in Bram's lap while he drinks. They both internally reasoned that it wasn’t strange, since this was the most comfortable for both of them. After a while, Doppo's head started to dip and he started blinking slower; it must have been the blood loss.
So, Bram stopped, only getting up and leaving to grab something to patch up the bite.
When he returned, he noted the almost glassy look in Doppo's eyes along with him seemingly barely able to keep himself sitting upright. He must have accidentally taken more than he should’ve, perhaps they should’ve both thought it through more. Alas, what happened, happened.
He held Doppo firmly, as to keep him from moving too much, while he patched up the bite. Afterwards, Doppo leaned forward, resting his head on Bram's shoulder; speaking a quiet thank you before falling unconscious.
He hasn’t observed him this closely before. It felt odd to be this close when he was resting, a closeness that felt almost taboo. Then again, this is a different world than the one he knew so many years ago. The soft snore of Doppo brought him back to the current situation.
The best bram could do at the moment was remove his glasses and move him so that he would be laying down, as sleeping while sitting likely isn’t very comfortable. After laying him down, he loomed over for a moment; staring, observing.
He noticed Doppo's dress shirt collar shifted when he was laid down, and now he could see part of what seemed to be a large scar on his right shoulder. Curiosity got the better of him, and he unbuttoned Doppo's dress shirt just enough to see more of it.
The scar extended from his right shoulder to just above his stomach, the scar being wider at his shoulder. He vaguely remembers an off-handed mention of Doppo being struck by one of the hunting dogs' swords, and the wound not being healed by the agency doctor in a report about the first confrontation between the hunting dogs and the agency.
It must have hurt, he knows the feeling of having your shoulder sliced open by a sword like that all too well; it happened to him when Fukuchi cut him down and stuck him onto the holy sword. He still has scars from both times he was cut in half, with his arms removed as well, he can only imagine they go all around his body due to his lack of reflection.
He buttoned Doppo's shirt back up; he satiated his curiosity, and won’t let himself look any more than he has too.
No longer looming over him, now sitting next to the sleeping man, Bram considers his options for a moment. He could leave, choose somewhere else in the shared dorm to rest (if he could sleep that is) and leave Doppo alone for the rest of the night. Or… he could lay next to him, and try to sleep on the bed with him.
As he was considering, Doppo rolled over in his sleep and moved his hand to Bram.
Well, he supposed it couldn’t hurt. So, he lay down on the side of the bed curled up, so as to not take up too much space. And reached his own hand out to gently hold Doppos.
He didn’t have any trouble sleeping that night.
After that night, sometimes he’d watch closer, occasionally laying on the bed like he did that night. There was also the small occasion he’d be offered blood again; spread out enough that it wouldn’t affect Doppo's work. After drinking and Doppo falling asleep from the blood loss, he’d stay next to him like the first time and be able to observe him closer. He found it odd how he seemed more content sleeping near him than when alone; although, it’s not like Bram was one to talk, seemingly being able to sleep easier in Doppo's bed.
One night, when he’s standing next to Doppo's bed watching him sleep, he wakes up. However, instead of being frightened or getting angry at him, he invites Bram to lay with him. He doesn’t know what to think, and yet he complies.
After laying down, Doppo wraps his arms around him and goes to sleep with his face nuzzled into Bram's neck. He hasn't been drunk from recently, so he can only assume his actions were caused by him being half asleep. Yes, that must be it.
The next morning, he apologizes for watching Doppo sleep at night. He simply responds by saying that it’s alright if Bram wants to sleep in bed with him. Which is odd, because that’s what people who are in love do and they’re not-
Hey girl. A LH x koro fic from leatherheads perspective ab tentacles (but not in the sexy way)
I have a lot of thoughts on these two and this was basically a way for me to get it out of my system a bit lawl. The beginning does reference an unfinished fic also about these two so if it seems odd that’s why
For several decades of his life, Leatherhead has lived with tentacles and their associations.
The Kraang, the searing pink color, being experimented on, being tortured, any conceivable form of harm the Kraang could think to inflict on him. Nothing good.
So it’s no wonder why the tentacled beast who refers to himself as Korosensei put him off at first. It was only with Michelangelo’s assurance that he wouldn’t harm anyone that he didn’t attack the beast. Even so he was cautious, watching every movement of his tentacles to be ready to defend himself or those he cares about.
What he didn’t expect was Korosensei attempting to befriend him. It was strange. Yet he couldn’t help but listen to what he had to say.
They were the same. Well, not quite. There were differences like the circumstances of how they ended up in their own labs and what they originally were. But they were so similar. Maybe he could get along with the tentacled creature.
Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. And over that span of time the two of them have gotten very close. Soon he stopped flinching whenever he saw a tentacle reach towards him. And in a few months, the same happened with pink tentacles.
At first, the pink hue Korosensei had at times activated his fight or flight response (which ruined some moments they had together. Everytime it did he couldn’t help but feel horrible for it, even if his partner was forgiving about it every time). But over time he started to see the pink differently, being able to differentiate it from the pink of the Kraang; Michelangelo and Donatello's efforts to attempt to categorize the specific colors Korosensei displays most likely helped.
(“- Figuring out the pink when he’s- well- you know-” Michelangelo stumbled over the words, they never really liked talking about the topic of romance. “- was a bit hard, but! We have narrowed it down a bit and, personally, I think it’s most likely cherry blossom pink.” He could tell just from the slight emphasis and them posing slightly dramatically that a sibling rivalry over this has begun.
“Dee thinks it’s more pink lace, but he’s not the artist here, is she? Furthermore-” “What color is the Kraang?” They stopped, frozen in place, blinking a few times before facing him. “…Huh?” “The Kraang, what color are they?”
They paused, then turned back around to the Pantone cards they had, moving them around almost to try and find one that was the right color. “I- they technically might not be pink, they’re closer to magenta, orchid specifically.” They grabbed a Pantone card and two they seemingly have made themselves. “But if you wanted to classify it, it’s probably some weird mix of steel pink, ultra pink, and a more saturated version of super pink.”
He could tell from the way they were holding those cards and talking they were trying to avoid thinking about the Kraang, it was understandable, no one really knew how long Michelangelo was in Dimension X for.
They turned back around. “… Why did you ask?”
The two of them made eye contact for a moment, before he laid his head and replied. “No reason.”)
That day stuck with him, and since then he started to actually focus on the colors Korosensei showed.
And Michelangelo was right, it was different from the Kraang. His pink was warm, soft in a way, while the Kraangs was hostile and unnatural in a way that makes one sick. One was friendly and kind while the other caused nothing but harm.
It did take time getting used to of course, things don’t happen overnight, but eventually the pink tone his tentacles turned into no longer frightened Leatherhead. He could learn to love what he once hated.
Am I worth the pity? (Could someone still love me?)
Heyyyyy fic for post demodragon arc in my tmnt/vbros crossover au that’s about Donnie’s feelings post killing Vizioso (since she does kill him in this au). Reading my timeline for this au is somewhat recommend to give context as to how the turtles and Brock know eachother but technically it’s not required
The two major notes here are Donnie using he/she pronouns throughout the fic with the pronoun occasionally switching mid sentence or paragraph. The other thing is that the fic title is taken from the song The Heretic (Woe is me) by vylet pony, the themes of the song aren’t relevant to this if your concerned about that
Donnie couldn’t stop thinking about what happened that night.
They had stopped the demodragon, and as more time passed he just couldn’t stop thinking about that night. She’d killed a man. She killed Don Vizioso.
At first he was glad he did it, even though Leo tried to stop him, even though he tried to talk him down from it. He felt pure satisfaction when the naginata blade sliced the don's throat.
But even though there were more important things to focus on, like the demodragon literally raising hell, she couldn’t stop thinking about how disappointed Leo looked. Or how he wouldn’t meet her eyes even now, hours after the demodragon was defeated. The guilt started to get to him.
He no longer knew how to feel, but she couldn’t talk with her brothers, not when Leo is still upset with him.
In the lab, sitting at her desk and lying her head in front of her computer, she sees the shortcut to quickly access O.S.I and guild files in her hotbar. His brothers couldn’t understand what’s going on, but he knows someone who might.
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It’s past noon, and he knows this is a bad idea.
The Ventech tower is tall, and he can’t exactly just walk in and ask to see Brock.
Sighing, he aims the grappling gun and shoots at the tower in a way that would let him not climb as much as he needs to.
The climb up is relatively uneventful, it was mostly making sure she was climbing on surfaces that aren’t glass and making sure civilians don’t see the six foot tall turtle climbing the tower of a major tech corporation.
As she climbs up to the balcony connected to the living area, Brock notices him and almost chokes on his cigarette. “The hell are you doing here!? It’s daylight, aren’t you supposed to be in the sewers?”
“I killed a man.”
His expression changed at the blunt statement, it was subtle, but it did. “… Can’t you go to your brothers about this?” A mix of worry and confusion. “I- they can’t-” she struggled with the words. “Leo, he- I can’t.” A sigh, he put out his cigarette. “Alright, let’s go inside and talk there. Want any coffee?” He could sense the unspoken ‘I know you're not used to being awake at this time’. A weak smile appeared on his face. “Yes please; black.”
He followed the Venture bodyguard inside, going left to the kitchen like he was on “airplane mode” as Mikey would say; distantly he wonders if this is a sign he may be dissociating. As Brock went to make the coffee, he sat at the table booth near the door, it looked sort of like the ones in diners. She knows all these thoughts and observations are an attempt to distract her from why she’s here, in a way she now understands why Mikey distracts themselves with whatever they can to keep from thinking about their trauma. The coffee can’t be made fast enough.
He glances to where Brock is when he hears the sound of the beverage being poured into a mug. He had two out, one that seemed like a standard white mug and the other looking very worn with the writing on it being almost faded; she could barely make out the phrase “#1 dad”, she didn’t need to think much else about it after seeing that. (In the back of her mind she thinks about father, and how he misses him).
After giving him the plain mug and sitting across from him, Brock asks him something. “So… who did you kill?” Automatically, she responds. “Don Vizioso.” He makes a hum like noise. “Yea I’ve heard of him. Leader of an Italian mafia based in this city, heard about his death yesterday morning.” He looks directly at her now. “I’ve also heard about how much he hated mutants.” That’s when she cracked.
“I- almost a year ago he captured me and another mutant, and- and he ordered to have us vivisected. The saw almost cut through me, if- if my brothers hadn’t come I-” “Breathe.” She was shaking, his lungs feeling like they’ve been constricted by a snake. Staring a hole into his coffee, he breathed trying to calm herself. “Do you regret it?” It was a simple question, but it still made her pause. “I… I don’t know. Maybe? Maybe not? I just… don’t know.”
Brock took a sip of his coffee. “As far as I see it, you did something good. He was a threat and you got rid of him.” “But-” “You were what? Eighteen when he tried to kill you? You were barely an adult.” He sets his mug down, making direct eye contact. “‘No women, no children. That’s what separates us from the bad guys.’ You’re fine.” Right, the motto he and Hunter live by when it comes to this. Even still, he can’t help but feel the guilt even if the Don was a horrible person.
She heard him sigh. “Alright, normally I wouldn’t tell anyone this, but I might have to.” She could tell he was avoiding eye contact when he started speaking. “Back when I was around your age I went to collage; played football. And one day during practice, I killed someone.” Oh. “He- Tommy- he was deaf and couldn’t hear the ball, it was an accident, but I still caused his death.” He understood why he was telling him this; he had to ask.
“How did you get past it?” “Huh.” “The guilt, how did you get past it?”
He thought for a moment. “Honestly? I didn’t until a couple of years back. The doc had built this… joy can or whatever, basically fulfilled your dreams or desires via simulations. When I got stuck in it the first thing I saw was Tommy… and he forgave me.” His shoulders lowered, like a metaphorical weight was taken off them as some might say. “It wasn’t a magical ‘guilt-be-gone’ or whatever, but it helped.” He looked at her again. “The guilt may never go away for you, or maybe it will. Either way you have to live with it, however you decide to.”
Brock got up, almost sheepishly she realized she had barely touched her own coffee while he had finished his. As he was putting his mug in the sink he said something. “Tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you.” If Donnie was anyone else, he might’ve taken it seriously due to the tone it was said in. Thankfully, he’s had a life full of living with Raph to be able to figure that he wasn’t being serious. So, she in turn responded in jest. “Technically, I fall under the ‘no women’ clause, so you can’t.” A genuine smile appeared on her face while Brock made a sort of annoyed grunt.
Maybe things will be alright.
(After he offers to bring Donnie back to the lair, the topic goes to what happened last night with hell being raised.
Brock mentions the paranormal happenings that have been occurring at night and is clearly bothered by it. So, he offers to visit back at night with her brothers to try and see if any of them can help; not knowing what he’s getting into.)
Very short fic for my inventory janitor ronin Mikey au. Really this is more just a single scene than anything. You don’t really need to know about everyone that’s in poker night, since the only prominent characters are Brock and Mikey. And also Reginald but he’s only here briefly
“Mister Hamato, are you alright?” His response was inaudible, not just where the table was but likely where Reginald and the turtle stood as well. There was a slight outburst a few moments ago, and it’s not too surprising that Reginald would try to defuse whatever “Hamato” would do.
No one at the table could hear it, but considering the response, it seemed the janitor had said something especially rude. “Mister hamato! What has gotten into you?!”
“Oh, I don’t know. Can the owner also bring my dead brothers back from the dead?”
It was like everyone paused, both those watching and listening along with Reginald and the janitor themselves. The turtle turned around, walking away as fast as he could, trying to get away from what was said. The players at the poker table looked on.
Brock stood up, putting out his cigarette. “…I’ll go check on him, I’m losing anyways.” No one said anything in protest.
It wasn’t exactly easy to track him down, the inventory is essentially built like a maze, but after a while (and asking around a little) he found him. He was in a small dark room (he wondered what the room was used for, it seemed empty now), sitting in the corner with his arms wrapped around his knees.
“…Hey.”
No response.
“Uh… are you alri-” “Sometimes I wonder how he dealt with it.” He paused. “The anger I mean, but then I realize he didn’t. And soon that led to his death.”
Brock didn’t know what to say.
“You’re a lot like him you know; short temper, prone to violence, preferring to use a short range weapon, what have you.” It felt like he was staring into his eyes. “I just hope you don’t make the same mistakes he did, you have people who care a lot about you from what I’ve heard.”
“… I’ll try not to.” He was going to leave when the janitor spoke again. “Don’t. I’d rather someone stay with me, I don’t know what I’ll start seeing without someone nearby.”
He thought for a moment, before closing the door and going to sit by the turtles side.
Oh darlin' please, I know I'm just a snarlin' beast (And perhaps we've all grown obsolete)
Hey girl. Brock and warriana fic that may or may not be a character study of warriana spanning snippets of time. This ends somewhat abruptly cause I realized I didn’t want to make it any longer than it is
The most important thing to note here is that everyone is a anthropomorphic animal, Brock is a alligator snapper and warriana is a lion (art of their designs here), also the ventures are goats
Also!! The title is taken from the song guys are gross by that handsome devil because I think it’s Brock and warriana core. Listen to it it’s good music
Warriana isn’t quite sure what to make of Brock.
From what little she knows about turtles, they aren’t exactly the parental type, abandoning their young while they're still eggs. But here she is, seeing Brock, a snapping turtle, fuss over one of the Venture boys (Dean she thinks? She doesn’t quite remember). Her tail flicks. Her initial opinion of him was more of a brute than anything, with his tank-like build, sharp scales and claws. Her opinion shifted the night they fought Think Tank together, but here? She doesn’t know anymore.
She knows the sheer strength that he holds, not just with his muscles but also with his claws (as sharp as a bear's from what she’s heard) and bite (anyone who's heard about snapping turtles have heard the stories about them biting fingers off, along with limbs on smaller species). He could tear the goat apart if he wanted to, yet he’s gentle with the Venture boy, carefully checking his fur for any injuries along with making sure his horns aren’t broken (they’re still quite small, she isn’t sure if anything could harm them significantly like that).
The day goes on; she won’t stop thinking about it.
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One day he asks her something she’s heard many times.
“Why do you have a mane? Kinda thought only male lions have those.”
She growled slightly hearing that damn question. She hates being asked it. “If you must know, it’s due to a slight hormonal imbalance that I have. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m a lioness.” She snarled, he looked at her almost blankly. “I uh… wasn’t implying anything by asking that. I also have some weird genetic stuff; ah, which is why I have hair, a decent part of my heritage is mammalian; I was just wondering if you had something similar.” He practically rambled on.
She wasn’t sure how to feel about this response. Usually others ask it and be an asshole insinuating she’s not actually a lioness. Yet here Brock is, defying what she thinks of him once again.
Part of her wants to tear his throat out with her teeth, while another appreciates him understanding her and not being an ass about it.
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She doesn’t exactly know how, but he ended up sleeping partially on top of her, his face in her mane. It would almost be cute if his beak wasn’t so close to her neck.
She’s heard more about him by now, mostly through rumors in Tophet tower. The villains there have a turn of phrase, “death by Samson”. She’s heard it before but didn’t think much of it, why would she care who this Samson is? Suddenly she thinks she does care, now that his beak is so close to her neck and since she learned that he’s an alligator snapping turtle.
It isn’t exactly hard to visualize what would happen if he decided to bite right now; he could crush her thyroid along with piercing her jugular vein using the ends of his beak. He wouldn’t let go, he’s smart enough that he wouldn't, leading to either her dying from her neck being crushed or him tearing out the part of her neck that was bitten. It’s frightening to imagine.
She doesn’t exactly look forward to moving him off of her. Definitely just because of how dangerous he is, not because she likes having him like this.
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“Are you… painting?”
“Huh. Oh, yea, I learned to paint a few years back. I’m not too good at it on account of my lack of actual fingers, but I still paint occasionally.”
She considered this for a few seconds. “…Could you paint me?”
He practically dropped his brush.
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She definitely wasn’t starting to also grow fond of the Venture twins. Definitely not.
She and the rest of the Crusaders Action League were just on a simple patrol until Stars and Garters spotted the Brown Widow with someone. She knew this because she saw on her invisible flying chariot, and she also recognized the person the Brown Widow was with. Letting out a mix of a sigh and a growl, she flew the chariot down to the three.
She didn’t particularly care what nonsense he was saying (something about the Brown Widow liking men? What was his problem); what was certain is that as soon as she was close enough, she whacked him in the back of the head as hard as she could without causing permanent damage.
“Quit it Tosh, he hasn’t even done anything.” She growled out, getting ready to grab him by the scruff and pull him away.
“Hi Warriana.” “…Dean.”
She sighed. “You two should leave the area, you wouldn’t want to have this happen again tonight.” He nodded as she turned around and pulled Stars and Garters away from the pair.
(She heard the Brown Widow whisper, asking how Dean knew her. She didn’t hear the response.)
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She could tell he’s had a lot on his mind lately.
Between something that he doesn’t talk about because “it’s classified” but very clearly caused him discomfort, and Hank going missing, he’s been going to her a lot.
Not even for sex, just to get his mind off of things by talking to her and doing small menial tasks that she didn’t have the time to do herself. She’d appreciate it if he wasn’t very obviously bothered by the things that have happened lately. His problems are now her problems; the phrase “Shared joy is double joy; Shared sorrow is half a sorrow.” comes to mind.
When Hank went missing, she tried to help when possible, but it got harder to justify prioritizing searching for a missing person to her coworkers as time went on and the case got colder. The media moved on as well, pursuing more… fresh and controversial topics to cover. It sickened her in more ways than one.
All she could really do now is be there for Brock when he comes to her apartment.
She raked her claws through his hair as the two of them lay together, careful not to touch his scalp. Even though part of his face was obscured by her mane, she could still see how the stress was getting to him, most prominently with the bags under his eyes; when did he last sleep? She knows that she probably shouldn’t be worrying about him like this, he’s a grown man that could rip someone in half (she wouldn’t be very surprised if he has done exactly that), he doesn’t need anyone looking out for him.
But maybe he should, especially lately with what was basically one of his sons going missing.
She laid her head down next to his, she hoped the Venture kid was found soon, for his sake at least.
I don’t have a title for this one lawl. Anyways new AiColo fic this time with even more Headcanons thrown in (like many things in general regarding Ecolo, Ai not having fur, mention of ringo n ecolo being adoptive siblings basically, and some other misc stuff). As always this may be ooc but that’s just how it be
Fair warning though: the beginning does have mentions of copious amounts of blood and a character being dead (don’t worry no one’s actually dead here, it’s just a nightmare). It is italicized so you can skip it if needed
Red. That was the first thing Ecolo registered.
And then, they comprehended what the red was.
Blood. Oh, so much blood. They were covered in it; having the overwhelming metallic taste of it on their mouth.
But that wasn’t the only thing that was red, oh no.
It was also Ringo. She was red as well; yet not in the normal way. Sure her hair and parts of her outfit were red, but those weren’t the only things.
There were gashes all over her body as she lay in the pool of blood underneath her, along with a hole in the front of her neck like it was torn out.
And finally, they understood.
They did this to her.
Their friend. Their sister.
Their core started to crackle like electricity, panicked. They didn’t understand, how could this happen.
There was a presence behind them. A powerful one. They slowly looked behind them; their core starting to glow brighter with the building energy.
A dark, shadowy figure loomed over them with glowing red eyes, staring directly at them. They didn’t even need to see the distinguishable horns and wings on the silhouette to know who it was, they could tell from presence alone.
The figure growled, eyes narrowing; raising a clawed hand to attack.
Yet before it landed,
Their eyes snapped open.
Out. They need to get out. They need to get OUT.
Their core burst with the building energy, destroying the space rock they were resting inside (they didn’t particularly care to classify it at the moment, well, it’s more like they couldn’t due to fear) causing it to shatter to many pieces. As they felt the cool non-air of space, their core slowly fizzled to normal size and their heaving slowed as they came back to their senses.
Right. Of course. They were asleep.
They wouldn’t-
Couldn’t-
They clenched their head with their paws, making them notice the claws that had formed due to the new piercing pain from digging their claws into their nonexistent skull. Their hold softened; they couldn’t stay here, and not just for the obvious reason of they blew up the only sleeping spot they had currently. (They needed to distract themselves from that awful, awful nightmare anyways, and what better way than to figure out where to sleep for, well, however long they happen to).
They cou- shouldn’t go to Ringo, they can’t face her until they get over this. They can’t go to Satan, yes he would have somewhere for them to sleep, but if he finds out why? They would be seen as weak, an idiot; he can never see them like this. Similarly, they can’t go to Ex; they’re pretty sure he hates and/or deeply distrusts them anyways. So, they’re out of options.
…Well… except for one.
Ai. They’re basically friends right? They’ve hung out quite frequently after they found out he remembers them. Plus… he's kind enough to let them sleep on his bed right? (Somewhere within them, another reason tries to rear its head out; they pushed that feeling down deep, deep within them once more. Love isn’t a real thing after all).
Their matter scattered into the blobs that surround them, leaving only their core; it’s faster to travel this way. Yes, it technically uses more energy than how they travel most of the time, but it doesn’t matter that much. Where they’re going is safe, plus having less energy might help them fall asleep again.
And so, their core (and their entire being by extension) crackles like electricity, building the energy to quickly travel to the Tetra. And just as fast as the energy built up, they are gone in an instant.
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Tired, that’s what Ai is at the moment. It’s been what can best be described as a long day; making sure everything’s working on the Tetra (including making sure Zed isn’t malfunctioning somehow), fixing anything that needs to be, trying to block out Ess ranting about Tee being boring again (he loves his sister, he really does, but by the stars she can be a bit much sometimes), and of course having to deal with the twins pranking specifically him (sometimes there’s a small part in his mind that tells him to retaliate, to become less bark and more bite. The larger majority of his mind knows that’s not a good idea in the slightest).
His thoughts on the day left when he opened the door to his room and saw a lump covered in blankets on his bed. No… not a lump, he can see the dark blue paws, speckled with a lighter blue holding the blankets in place. It’s Ecolo.
(They’re still awake, they know he’s in the room. They just can’t let him know this, he may tell them to leave.)
He walked up to the bed, now noticing their face isn’t covered like the rest of them; their expression seems more unreadable than usual. He also notices their claws, he didn’t even know they had claws; what would even cause Ecolo to show them?
Before his mind could recognize what he was doing; he moved his hand to cup their face, using his thumb to caress it like one would a cat.
They had leaned into it, making a very faint noise.
(They didn't know what they were doing at this point; why were they enjoying this? What in their mind thought this was a good idea? And yet, despite the thoughts going through their head, they couldn’t help but be calmed by Ai's presence; becoming less tense as he held their head.)
Their claws seemed to become less noticeable, which was good he supposed; considering the possible implications of them.
They seemed less tense and more content in general now, which is good. In fact they seem sort of cute like this.
Wait.
What.
He retracted his hand, moving it and his other one onto his snout as he looks away from Ecolo. Oh dear, he likes them more than he thought doesn't he? He already knew his feelings might’ve not been entirely platonic about them, but this? Well, he might just explode from embarrassment.
He glanced back at them, he still needs to sleep, and he doesn’t want to wake them up.
(They are still awake, he doesn’t know this. He also doesn’t know that when he stopped holding their head, they felt a hint of disappointment. Or was it sadness? They don’t quite care for putting an exact label on their emotions like mortals do.)
He sighs, knowing he’ll have to get this over with eventually. First he removes the white parts of his outfit, folding them up and putting them away once he’s done. Then, he removes his turtleneck sweater, since it isn’t exactly comfortable sleeping in it, he learned that the hard way. He wears a dress shirt under it anyways, since it helps with wearing it throughout the day; if he didn’t it would be sensory hell, as one may say. After folding that and putting it away, he takes off his boots and then puts them near the door where they belong.
He’s aware of how long it takes for him to go to bed, he always has been, but now it seems more prominent than ever.
Finally, he takes off his glasses and puts them in their case, putting it back in the drawer where it belongs. And now he’s back to looking at Ecolo, who is still covered in blankets on his bed. Even after telling himself that he’ll have to do this eventually, he hesitates; it’s still a bit strange in an embarrassing way, he’s going to need to share a bed with someone and that someone is Ecolo.
Trying not to move them around too much just in case it wakes them, he nudges them to the side enough for him to comfortably lay on the bed; while also taking back at least one of the blankets covering Ecolo, he does sort of need them after all, since he doesn’t exactly have fur. He’s also careful to not touch them directly, he isn’t wearing his gloves anymore, so if he tried his hand would pass right through.
And when he finally settled, they inched closer to him and rested their head on his chest.
(It’s mostly instinct, since they are finally falling asleep. Even still, there’s a part of them that knows what’s happening and doesn’t care to stop it.)
Once again, Ai mentally goes through the motions of comprehending what’s happening and how he feels about it; this time he figures he’ll figure it out once he wakes up, it’s too late to be dealing with this.
And so, putting one of his arms around them, he starts to go to sleep.
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Neither of them ever mention it, but that night they both had the best rest either of them had in a long time.
Slowly overtime, it becomes a habit for Ecolo to sleep in Ai's room; neither of them comment on it, since it slowly becomes a normal thing for them. Yet neither of them bring up how they feel, how they really feel, and at that point neither of them want to; since it may ruin what they already have.
Eventually though, someone has to say something; but for now, they can enjoy being as close as they can be.
Aka the 444 words AiColo fic that’s badly disguised as a character study of Ai (which I also wrote while listening to the song apple pie on repeat, hense the title)
Will this be ooc? Maybe! Will it not be that good? Probably! But I don’t care that much since I like it ^w^
Ecolo helped Ai forget in a way.
He wasn’t forgetting like most people after interacting with Ecolo, not remembering them, he forgot in a different way. As Long as they were around, he would forget about his problems, like they never existed. Of course, he’d remember said problems as soon as they became relevant again, but before that he feels… happier.
It didn’t take much for him to forget either, all Ecolo would need to do is just float near them while he works on something and it works. Strangely their presence calms him, and he doesn’t get why. Logically, a being like them should terrify him, yet they don’t. It confused him and yet, he didn’t care that much about it. There was another thing that confused him though; sometimes it seemed that Ecolo wanted to be in physical contact with him. It was strange; from what he could tell, if Ecolo touches fabric or other cloth material they don’t pass through like they would if it was bare skin. Yet they seemed to hesitate despite everything below his neck being entirely covered, so why were they hesitant? Could they…? Perhaps…?
Sometimes he’d directly ask them, yet every time they’d dodge the question and not answer. For a short period of time after asking, they’d stop trying. Strangely enough this saddened him; he stopped asking after the first few times.
At some point, Ai realized that his feelings for Ecolo may not be entirely platonic. It was a normal day, with Ecolo rambling about something they found neat on earth instead of him going on and on about engineering, as sometimes they’d ask him about something and he’d explain it in detail. While watching them ramble on, something clicked in his head. He couldn’t exactly explain it with words, but something about how he was watching them made him realize it. And, just like all problems he had, he pushed to the back of his mind and forgot quickly; he didn’t want to ruin the moment after all. He only remembered that what happened earlier really happened when he was trying to sleep that night.
He considered confessing eventually, yet found it an unfun idea to say the least. Considering how they acted when being asked about their strange behavior before, he didn’t like thinking about how they’d respond to a love confession. It’s funny in a way, this being the scariest thing regarding them he could think of.
He supposed he could wait for both of them to be comfortable with the prospect of that interaction. They were happy with how they currently are after all, why should he potentially ruin that?
I don’t actually have a title for this one. It’s just a silly half chatfic where mikey says something ab a Mountain goats lyric and everyone gets slightly concerned
Also usernames: Donnie is BoyGirlAutism, Mikey is SilliestGuy, raph is CrimsonFkr, April is CarrieIRL, and Casey is HockeyPunk
It was late at night when Donatello stopped working on her current project to check the family group chat (well, it’s not just family considering April and Casey’s presence in it). The other ones on at this time were Mikey (who was in turtle's room), April (who she guessed was pulling an all nighter from earlier messages), Casey and Raph (who were both hanging out on the surface). At the moment, it seemed that Mikey and Raph were arguing while Casey popped in occasionally to type something like “lmao” or “lol”, with April seemingly just watching the argument considering her lack of input on the discussion at hand.
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CrimsonFkr> I just don’t get why you put shit like jellybeans and marshmallows on pizza
SilliestGuy> erm. your literally afraid of bugs bozo
HockeyPunk> lol
CrimsonFkr> mikey I hope you die rn
SilliestGuy> </3 hand in unlovable hand I guess
> have fun guessing whos who tho
> (spoiler alert im the one w the unlovable hand lawl)
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And, in just three messages, Mikey caused him to go from smiling at how ridiculous this argument and the rebuttals are to shock at what his sibling just sent. As he tried to process just exactly what they said, everyone else in the chat had just about the same reaction.
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CrimsonFkr> HUH.?
CarrieIRL> MIKEY????
HockeyPunk> DUDE??
SilliestGuy> ?
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She finally managed to get herself to type something.
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BoyGirlAutism> Mikey are you. Alright??
SilliestGuy> do you really need to ask that
BoyGirlAutism> .
> Fair enough I guess??
> That doesn’t mean we won’t talk about this later
SilliestGuy> (;;;*_*)
> (･_├┬┴┬┴
BoyGirlAutism> 🫵 Don’t try to hide you and your emotions from me I know where you sleep
SilliestGuy> YOULL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE!!!!!!
HockeyPunk> bruh are we just gonna brush past the fact mike basically trauma dumped via a mountain goats lyric
CrimsonFkr> i think. now that im past the initial shock of it it seems about right for this family
CarrieIRL> And how do you know what turtle was referencing Jones 🤨
CrimsonFkr> yea case how do you know 🤨📸
SilliestGuy> DITDUEZFUDHEJEHHFHFJF
HockeyPunk> hey now
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And, just like that, the strangely silly mood of the chat came back. As fun as he found the chats antics to be, he couldn’t help but think of what Mikey just admitted. Has… this been how he’s been feeling for this entire time? If not then when did he start feeling like that?
All she knew is that it would be an absolute mess to deal with (especially once Leo catches up on what happened in the chat, only the gods know how that’ll end up). But first, she needed to sleep before she could properly deal with that.
Aka turtle is back on their bullshit: AiColo edition
Heads up, Im not very experienced in writing things for puyo puyo so this is probably off in some way. Also this has a very abrupt ending which is partially on purpose (bc I thought it would be funny)
[Note: this is actually technically pre AiColo, however it’s very much implied there are feelings goin on in here]
Every now and then, Ecolo would wander their way towards somewhere or something that has living beings, this time they came across the SS Tetra. They decided to pay the crew a visit (and maybe torment them a little), so they floated their way towards and into the spaceship. As far as they could see, everyone was doing the same tasks they seemingly do everyday; which is very boring if you ask Ecolo, which is kinda hypocritical since all they do is float around in space. But eventually they started to notice a sound coming from somewhere, somewhere on the ship someone was whimpering like a dog. So, out of curiosity, they followed the noise.
Eventually they found themselves in a room (they guessed that it was a bedroom, though they couldn’t tell due to how it looked), and looking at the source of the sound. In the corner, the engineer of the spaceship, Ai, was curled up in a ball whimpering. Normally, they wouldn't have cared that much, yet… there was something in the back of their mind telling them to help him. The only problem was that they had no idea how to comfort someone (they had a hard time dealing with emotions, both theirs and other peoples), and yet they wanted to try.
“Um, hello?” Amazing start Ecolo, ten out of ten. Almost immediately, Ai managed to back himself further into the corner (if that’s even possible) and started barking at them (it’s more of a yip really, they just don’t know what word to use). While thinking of what to do, they recalled something they heard about what to do when Ai is in this state. ‘The best way to calm Ai down is to battle him, that always brings him back to his senses.’ That didn’t exactly make sense to them, besides it doesn’t seem… right to battle him in this state. Lowering themselves to get more on his eye level they reach their hand out. “Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you alright? You're okay.” He still seemed unsure however; eventually they realized it probably had something to do with the fact that they’re not exactly tangible. Realizing this, they changed form, becoming more humanoid. Which seemed to work since he looked less afraid, so they got closer, ending up sitting next to him.
Being closer meant that they could see more of what Ai was like in this state (for example he was crying at the moment), although there is something unexpected from being this close. He started to latch onto their arm, like he was hugging it. It was at this point they started to try and process what they were feeling; previously they had never really had this specific emotion before, it was similar to when they were around Ringo but… different. (In the back of their mind, they thought for a second that this is what amitie was talking about that one time, but they quickly killed that train of thought. Love was meaningless to them, it’s just some word humans use for things they like). Ecolo was snapped back to reality as Ai did that whining noise again, and despite their mind yelling at them about this, they pulled him closer into their arms.
Eventually the noises stopped, which was good, they assumed. Although they were more surprised by Ai talking. “I… apologize for having you assist me through this.” This was the first time he ever talked to them; they didn’t really know what to say, so they continued to sit in silence. After a long beat of silence Ai said something again, this time it was a bit more… concerning to them. “How did you change form? I don’t recall you doing something like this last time I saw you.” How does he remember that? He shouldn’t remember that. Even if he remembered after the two worlds were separated again, their existence hasn’t been remembered by anyone other than Ringo. “You… remember me?” “Of course I do, you would be very hard to forget.” He chuckled at that a little, they didn’t find it as funny.
Much later they got up from the floor (mostly because Ai said he should probably check on things, Ecolo because they didn’t really want to be there anymore), once again Ai talked. “It was nice seeing someone from the puyo world again, even under the circumstances.” He smiled at them, they got that feeling again. “Uh… Same.” After giving the (honestly very lackluster) response, they promptly turned into their usual form and floated through the wall, out of the ship.
Back in the vacuum of space they attempted to clear their head, yet they couldn’t stop thinking about the SS Tetras engineer. No matter how hard they tried, he wouldn’t leave their thoughts. Later on Ecolo would return to the SS Tetra to give Ai a note. The note said ‘get out of my universe’.
Hi gamers I’m back w another mikey fic that may or may not be out of character lawl. It’s based on and named after the song Nonexistent Meet-Cute bc I think it’s very mikey Core in its themes n stuff
Btw before you read some things to note: I use they/them for Mikey throughout this entire thing (bc slight projection. They’re also heavily implied to be afab in this), this is also spurred by me not liking renet n Mikey paired together (read ab it here), technically there’s art for this (here, I think it has some context for some things), there will be a line or two before the text bc for whatever reason sometimes when text is under the cut it replaces one of the first two paragraphs w the other (fix your site tumblr)
[i don’t think this should be said but don’t Tag as ship for Mikey n renet. It kinda misses the purpose of the fic]
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It should be easy, all Mikey needed to do was to tell her that they were starting to get uncomfortable with how close she was to them. They just… couldn’t put it into words that easily. Their thoughts were more like a mixture of ideas blended together into one, so it was hard for them to articulate their thoughts without sounding incoherent. They wouldn’t recognize it yet, but while they were anxiously thinking on how to say what they want. Their hands went from lightly rubbing their forearms, to picking at their arm wraps, to scratching harder and harder until- slice. Finally noticing what their hands were doing they looked where the damage was, which was in the gap between the wraps on their forearms and their elbow. Looks like they would need to ask Donnie for some bandages, he did warn them that if unkempt their claws could cause harm whether intentionally or not.
Walking to the lab they hadn’t seen or heard Leo or Raph, they should probably ask Donnie about that after they cover up the wound they created. They knocked, making sure he knows they’re coming in before they do; it was a system made so that in case of an accidental explosion, it happens while the doors are closed and not open. Luckily no ‘boom’ happens so they open the doors and come in, seeing Donnie at his computer. “Hey bro, where are the medical supplies? I kinda… clawed my arms too hard.” He looks up from what he’s doing and upon noticing the cut he pulls a face. “Yeesh, that looks bad.” He gets up, showing Mikey where the supplies are. “Are you sure you want your claws that long? If they’re strong enough to pierce your skin you should probably shorten them.” Grabbing what they need, they respond. “Nah it’s fine, I can probably just make it so that they’re not as pointy.” Unlike their brothers, they actually quite like how the claws look when they’re noticeable.
Speaking of their brothers- “Do you know where Leo and Raph are? I didn’t see them before I came in here.” Donnie’s expression turned to a more mad one. “They went out on patrol, they said it was a ‘A-Team only patrol’.” Oh. Of course. That stupid A-Team B-Team thing. They groaned. “I can’t believe they’re still doing this.” Yet some part of them can, they’ve always been picked on by their brothers, starting way back when they were named Venus. Their brothers never took them seriously, and Splinter barely talked directly to them outside of the dojo. If only they could just- “Uh, Mikey.” “Y-yea?” “You're digging your claws into your arm.” They looked and wouldn’t you know it, they were. “Oh.” They loosened their grip and as they did their arm started bleeding. “Uhh…” Donnie sighed. “Don’t worry I’ll help you with that one.” “Thanks dee.”
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They remember what it was like to meet Renet for the first time, they had thought she was so beautiful. They hadn’t thought about the implications of her being from the future yet, they were too focused on her. In a way, they could understand how Donnie felt when he met April, completely blinded by love. And yet, as time passed they had slowly started to piece things together about what she had told them. If them and their brothers would be legends, then how old were they in those legends? Were they teenagers or were they adults? All four of them are getting closer to being adults, and yet they don’t think they’ve done anything that would make them legends to be told many many years in the future. If they were adults in the story’s Renet has been told and she’s a teenager, then why was she okay with them being into her. ‘I haven’t even been born yet.’ Why would she say that so casually to someone. It's just… starting to make them think that maybe it’s not a good idea after all.
And so, here they are with Renet on a rooftop, about to tell her what they think. “Renet, I don’t want this anymore.” Wow off to a great start huh doctor Word-enstien. Whatever smile she had faltered. “What do you mean?” “I mean that I don’t think I love you anymore.” They could hear her talking, trying to salvage what was never supposed to happen, but they didn’t care. All of their thoughts were piling up, everything started becoming louder, and their head started hurting more and more until- “Shut the fuck up!” They snarled, baring their teeth. “Don’t you understand? It would’ve never fucking worked in the end!” They were getting closer, some part of them understood what they were about to do, but that wasn’t important. “So why don’t you fuck off!” And so, they sliced.
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Back in their room they had time to think about it. They didn’t mean it in a way, yet they did. It’s hard to sort out their thoughts and emotions on things, so it’s possible that some of that anger was because of their brothers. It’s just… difficult to deal with your brothers making you feel worse than them and excluding you. And yet they must hide this, everyone probably thinks they’re always happy and ready to make a joke, and if they’re not that then who are they to other people? They’re not sure. They almost forget about Renet focusing on who they might be. Almost. Something in them wonders if what happened on the rooftop really did. They will never know unless she comes back again huh. It’s better that way they suppose, they don’t really want to think about her anymore anyways.
Something for my version of the wingmas aus that have been popping up. Don’t really like how short this is! Wanted to add more to it but my brain won’t let me </3
Since he was found he had the feeling he didn’t belong. Not here at least. Everyone kept staring at him back at the pearl clan (he couldn’t keep his wings hidden, they were too big and it felt uncomfortable to force them into hiding), so he was glad that when Lady Sneasler chose him to be her warden he was allowed to move to the highlands. The open skies and high altitudes called to him in a way he couldn’t understand, especially when Lady Sneasler showed him her den. When he was in the cave-turned den he felt… safe he supposed, he liked the darkness and how it tunneled towards Lady Sneaslers den. His tent was very close to the entrance because of that.
He had yet to see the other warden of the highlands, he hadn’t heard much but what he had was… not exactly pleasant, however he wanted to make opinions from experience so he wouldn’t let what the other clan members say persuade him. It was dark out so he didn’t exactly expect to see him, however he did notice a lack of light coming from wayward cave. Did the torches he set up go out somehow? He wanted to investigate so he glided down to the entrance (he wasn’t exactly able to fly, something in him says he never was). Walking in he saw that the torches were gone, something must have happened to them so he continued forward.
He was quite glad his vision was better in the dark, otherwise he might’ve disturbed the alpha crobat that otherwise would have harmed him (while he may be able to see in here he has a feeling others may not, which is why he added the torches). Walking through the tunnels (being mindful of the inhabitants), he started hearing a voice, so he walked towards it. Then he saw them, it was someone in what he guessed was the diamond clan uniform with their back to him talking to a skuntank, what he also noticed were the extinguished torches in their hands. “Pardon me.” He said, announcing his presence to the person. “It appears you have extinguished the torches, I would like to know why as I have put them up to assist those who may go through here.” The person turned around, with a confused expression turning into that of what could be discribed as terror (he did not understand why, there was nothing to be afraid of after all). Quickly after the person ran off, dropping the extinguished torches as they did.
“Hm, odd.” He said, before picking up the torches to relight them and place them back where they belong.
(Eventually he would tell Irida about the encounter, only to be told that his appearance was much more terrifying than he had guessed and that he had actually met the other warden of the highlands.)
(Meanwhile Melli would have been trying to convince Adaman that there was a vengeful spirit with giant wings akin to that of a golbat haunting the highlands.)
