#in his son's house without wanting to know what Raphael is doing and with who

[margridarnauds]

(From Richard Baker's The Nine Hells Revisited)

Absolutely obsessed with this as it applies to Raphael if he ever spent time in Mephistopheles' court-- it must have EATEN at him to be in that kind of confined, regimented life, given everything we know about Mr. "What is life without a bit of whimsy" who talks about making deals purely for the sake of indulging himself. Constantly having to be accountable to Mephistopheles, beholden, locked into the same routine day in, day out.

But then...WHAT does he do when he has his own space (though I have my thoughts on how much the HoH *is* his space/how he ended up in Avernus, but that's a discussion for later)? He recreates his father's court in Cania, now with himself in the role of Mephistopheles -- he does it more out of a sense of sadism, but he still makes sure that everyone has their rigid roles, that they fulfill them, with him as the ultimate decider of every move that is made in the House. It's like a grotesque version of a child playing dress up as his parent, with Raphael's interpretation being theatre and Mephistopheles' being more political drama, but still with the same ultimate endgoal.

[leadenn]

Even MORE Mom Tang Shen

Part Three

As the boys get older, they get louder and more energetic. Hiding them gets harder, and Yoshi and Shen have to figure out how to keep their boys safe.

Eventually, Yoshi mentioned a space in the sewers that would be large enough for them. Shen glared at him.

"One, that's disgusting. Two, how would we keep them warm during the winter? Three, how would we move our things down there? Four, how am I supposed to tell my boss that I'm moving into the sewers with my missing husband and our four turtle toddlers?" Shen questioned.

"We can clean the space and make it suitable for them. If it gets too cold during the winter we can stay here again, I can move the necessities down there, and we'd keep the apartment." Yoshi replied, he takes Shen's hand into his own and presses a kiss to it. "We always figure it out, don't we?" He asked. Shen smiled a bit, and interlocked their fingers.

"We do." She said, leaning her head on his chest. He wrapped his free arm around her.

"So please trust me, Shen. Trust me to protect you and our sons, that I will never let any harm come to our family again." Yoshi muttered in her ear, holding her tight.

"You didn't let anything happen." Shen said, "That thing chose to do what it did." She said, squeezing his hand in a show of comfort and out of anger at the thought of Saki.

She hoped that bastard died. She hoped he died slowly. She wishes she could watch it happen. The idea she ever considered running away with him makes her feel physically ill.

"I could've protected you. I could've made sure you stayed outside. I should've-" Shen cut him off.

"It's in the past, and without that we wouldn't have our sons." Shen said. "Can you look at me and say you'd trade our boys for Miwa? Because I wouldn't."

Yoshi shook his head, "I love them equally." He said, his lip twitches and Shen noticed his eyes getting glassy. "I think of her every day."

"She'd love her little brothers." Shen said, looking at the floor where their four little turtles laid in a cuddle pile. They preferred sleeping together, and she didn't miss how Donatello only let Michelangelo touch him as they slept.

"I wish she was here. I wish she got to meet them." Yoshi mutters. "And everything I do is for our family. Please, trust I will not let anything harm our family." He added.

"You really think the sewers will be a good place for them?" She asked.

"I do." He said, and those words carried weight.

"Then I do too." Shen said, tracing her free hand over his cheek. "I know you want the best for our boys." She added.

The moment was interrupted by an aggressive yank on Shen's pantleg. Shen looked down and wasn't surprised to see Raphael pouting at her. "You seem tired, little one." Yoshi said.

He ignored his father, and made grabby hands to Shen. "Momma up." He demands, and Shen gives him a stern look. That was hard to do, since he was adorable.

"What do we say when we want something, Raphael?" Shen asked, and he stomps his foot on the ground.

"MOMMA UP!" He shouts, and Shen shakes her head.

"We say please in this house. I'd be happy to pick you up if you said please, sweetheart." Shen said gently. "But I won't if you yell and stomp at me again."

"Please." Raphael said, making grabby hands. "Please please please-" He whined, and Shen picked him up and pulled him into her lap. She gives his head a kiss.

"Thank you, Raphael." She said, "Why aren't you napping with your brothers anymore?" She asked.

Her dramatic little boy didn't answer, since he was tired from his long and extensive journey of 20 feet across the room to where she and Yoshi were sitting on their bed. He could barely hold his head up, and Shen let him rest his head on her chest. She smiled down at the boy.

She glances over at Yoshi, who was now on the ground with their other sons. She smiles at the sight, and he smiled back at her.

"I think the room to run around down there would be good for them." Shen said, and Yoshi's eyes were back down at their other sons. He traced the pattern of Leonardo's shell with his finger, and Michelangelo crawled into his lap. He was still asleep, he just moved to the warmth from Yoshi subconsciously.

"The exercise would be good for them." Yoshi agreed.

"We'll do it." Shen agreed, the decision now final.

[lurafita]

About Magnus and Raphael meeting thanks to the therapy

I think that as a teen Magnus was someone who talked no stop when anxious or just overstimulated,while Raphael loves being silent. So I can see them both out of the therapist's office and Magnus just starts talking like he always does and Raphael just listens to him for the first time and is actually interested at some point so when Raphel can enter in the therapist's office he is just "i listened to someone and i didn't want to rip my skin off,is this progress?" And the therapist just stares at him

By the way I think that Raphael finds out abour Magnus's past ar some point,maybe he tells him about it by accident or Raphael just founds out and he doesn't want to say that but he acrually cares about him??like for him Magnus is like a brother but he will never say that loud,so he just use sarcasm to make fun of him sometimes bur as friends

Because I would love to see Magnus and Raphael as brothers,like,that would be so cool and i bet that Asmodeus would like to see Raphael chilling in their house without even knowing he was staying over,like sometimes Asmodeus just looks at Raphael and thinks that his son is friend with a vampire

Anyways yea,I need to see Raphael and Magnus as friends

- the fanfiction person

Definitely more Magnus and Raphael friends/brothers portrayal.

And Asmodeus would be both grateful for Raphael's presence, as well as again not knowing what to do. Because he already doesn't know how to handle his own kid right, and now there is another kid here as well.

But Magnus has a friend and that is good, and Magnus seems a whole lot more relaxed when Raphael is here than when it's just Asmodeus and him. So that's also good.

Maybe Raphael is in therapy because his mom and dad got divorced and the custody battle was ugly and somehow it ended up with Raphael living with his father while Rosa was living with their mother. And the two live pretty far from each other so he can't see her a lot and he isn't handling that well at all.

And the more time he spends with Magnus, the more he realizes that Magnus is not a spoiled rich kid. Magnus acts way too street smart for that. And then there are other clues that Raphael can string together. And he actually doesn't plan on asking Magnus about it. It's none of his business and it doesn't change how he sees Magnus anyway so why bother.

But maybe Magnus' mom isn't dead, but in a mental facility, and her doctor thinks she is stable enough to see her son. And Asmodeus tells Magnus and asks him if he wants to go. And Magnus does, but... maybe that episode that his mom had that resulted in him being reunited with his father was really bad. REALLY bad. And Magnus does want to go cause he still loves her, but he also doesn't want to do it alone. And Asmodeus will be there of course but it's different, because his father tries but he doesn't get Magnus the way that ... that Raphael get him. And then Magnus just tells Raphael everything and asks him if he would come with him? But it's cool if he doesn't want to. Totally cool. Magnus gets it. It's not Raphaels responsibility or anything, and actually, this is way too much to ask of him, forget Magnus said anything, let's just pretend this never happened and go for some icecream. But Raphael just stops him right then, and hugs him, and says, "course I will come with."

And that's that.

Oh, brotherly Magnus and Raphael is so beautiful.

[thechaoticgoblin]

Mob!Bay April Au

Greetings from the woods! I got asked by @spacelaceboy (thank you so much) how April fits in the Mob!AU and, I have to say, that's actually a pretty good question since I haven't really written much about her, BUT I am going to fix this IMMEDIATELY because my girl here needs a whole post of her own. (might or might not contain traces of Casey Jones too?)

so, April

as I said, Splinter used to be her pet when she was a child and she absolutely adored him.

I believe that, at the beginning, she wanted to become a scientist like her father but, once the fire in the lab and (lowkey) all the experiments that she had seen her father do to her poor pets (yes, she considered the four little turtles her pets as well, even though their eggs had been hatched in the lab), she decided against it.

Fast forward to her life as an adult,

April is a journalist, but she hasn't been able to prove herself to the media yet, and she is surrounded by sexist men who enjoy to bring her down way too much for her liking.

She was working on some research about the movements of the Foot Clan when she got wind of this new criminal clan rising, a certain Hamato Clan that was becoming more and more famous and that seemed to have been born out of nothing.

And of course Miss O'Neal, being her curious and nosy self, started to dig deeper into the case

Now, she is an amazing journalist and a very clever woman but she has the tendency to act impulsively and recklessly,

Long story short, she found herself witnessing a sort of weaponry exchange by the docks, and guess who was there

Raphael.

Now, she didn't know it was him (for obvious reasons), but seeing a huge turtle speaking russian with some men by the docks and assessing the weaponry that he was given, it sure was a peculiar sight to witness.

She waited to the side until the deal was concluded and then she followed Raphael and his men.

She saw him get inside a red sport car and she followed with her bike until she spotted the car again outside a quite known betting-house.

She got in, but to welcome her wasn't Raphael,

It was Donatello.

And of course the turtle recognised her, he had seen her on tv, after all.

The first thought he had was that this girl was a journalist sent to find proofs of the criminal business and he couldn't let her walk away after what she could or couldn't have witnessed,

So, he knocked her out and brought her to his little playhouse, where he kept all his precious toys.

Now, the idea was to interrogate her until she told him everythign, but, as mentioned in the previous post, nothing happens without Leonardo's say so.

And at the time Splinter was still alive, so Donnie had to ask him before taking any action

The old rat was MAD once he recieved the call and ordered his son to bring April to his office

And once there, Splinter apologised to her and told her all the story

The girl was too stunned to speak.

eventually she came to terms with it.

Now, (yes, I'm not over, sit back down)

A lot of people would believe that after what happened she wouldn't want to be involved with the whole criminal organisation, at all...

well, I don't.

April Is way too good at finding information and she has the advantage of being difficult to spot because she's human.

And even though Splinter would have preferred to ship her away to some island far away to keep her safe and avoid her involvement, he just couldn't help it,

because April was an adult and she had power and will to do anything she wanted

(and because she can't keep still for the love of her)

It took a while, but eventually she started working for the Clan.

It started very slow,

maybe she would sometimes ask Leo if there was anything she could do to help him or his brothers, but he would always refuse because he, like splinter, didn't feel like put her in situations that might get her in danger... not when she had a normal life to live, differently from them, who didn't have the luxury of a choice.

But she kept asking again,

and again,

and again, not just to him but to all his brothers too

In the end Leo thought that it couldn't be too dangerous for her to pass over some information from the police, also because, according to what they knew, she was currently seeing a certain detective, and she could get some intel from him.

Our girl did much more than that

She not only managed to gather some incredibly helpful information, but she also managed to bring her boyfriend, Casey Jones, to work for the clan so that he could pass the information directly into the higher ups of the criminal organisation.

Everyone was impressed, and even though Splinter didn't want to admit it, he found April to be quite a valuable asset.

So, even though a bit reluctantly on the old rat's side, April started to work for the organisation officially.

She has took a role under Raphael, mostly doing spying work or taking care of accounting and financial stuff that he wasn't very good at or didn't care of doing.

She unofficially also reports to Donnie from time to time if needed.

Splinter basically adopted her (unofficially), and has ever since referred to her as the daughter he never had, and made sure to reserve a quite impotant spot for her in his will.

Speaking of which, saying that April was heartbroken by Splinter's murder is an understatemrnt.

She was hurt and furious. the literal embodyment of women's rage, and had it been for her she would have walked right into the Foot's Headquarters and started a literal massacre,

but Leo stopped her in time to prevent a literal slaughter that would have brought the two clans to begin a war that everyone in the political world wanted to avoid.

But from that moment on April has been much more ruthless and colder than before.

Also, I dont think people mention it enough, but she's older than all four turtles, which she considers her brothers

Again, being fiercely loyal and devoted to both Splinter's legacy and her found family makes her extremely dangerous in the business, as well as a valuable asset that everyone respects and fear.

She's THE scary dog priviledge of the whole Clan

Which says a lot since she is surrounded by four mutant turtles, but somehow she's the scary one.

Oh and she also is very close with Raphael's girlfriend and his daughter.

April literally adores the little girl and has taken her job as badass aunt pretty seriously.

Overall she is just very protective of everyone in the Clan and she will defend the boys with body, mind and soul

But she can and will make sure they understand when they have made a mistake and will make them do anything in their power to fix it.

As mentioned, oldest sibling behaviour.

[leonardo-brainrot]

ROTTMNT (mostly) Leo-Centric Recommendations

As an avid AO3 user, I have many, many, recommendations that may be harder to find. None of these will have T-Cest, and my personal preferences are without non-canon ships. Most of these won’t have ships, and those that do were so good that I read them anyways. Some of these are good, some are bad, if you’re like me then you will probably read both. A few are kind of filler for those of us who have run out of good fics to read, they’re good time killers though. Most are Leo centric, some are not. Take my thoughts with a grain of salt, I am notoriously picky. Enjoy.

Gen Oneshots

Read To Me? by PeanutRat20

Donnie loved to read.

The only thing he loved more was hearing Leo read.

Cute and short.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44753977

Those Sleepless Nights by Amaranthyn

Raphael had always been the one his brothers turned to when they were scared. He was the big, older, scarier turtle that would scare away whatever haunted their dreams. Many of nights, Raph would suddenly awaken to find a new weight in his bed that wasn’t there when he went to sleep. Sometimes, he would find there was more than one brother huddled into him, and it never made Raph more proud that they knew they could come to him.

Then suddenly, Leonardo stopped visiting Raph’s room. It was abrupt and the red turtle wasn’t sure what to think about it. A part of him wanted to believe that Leo finally found a way to help himself sleep, but judging by the way he sometimes nursed a warm drink in the kitchen at the dead of night when Raph got up to use the little turtle’s room… he somehow doubted it. It pained Raph to think that he did something to drive away his little bro, but he couldn’t work up the courage to ask. Maybe Leo thought he outgrew coming to his big bro about his sleepless nights or nightmares? Raphael wasn’t sure, but he was sure that he hated it.

I loved this one. I like any fic that highlights the relationship between Raph and Leo while also throwing some shade at Splinter. It’s a bit longer, but is definately worth the read.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44843596

Homing pigeon by pitterpatterpot

When Splinter opens the kitchen door, three of his sons are whistling while leaning against various pieces of wreckage.

“Whoever have me a grandson that speaks Japanese is my new favourite!”

Donnie jumps forward, blatantly lying. “It was me, dear Papá!”

Raph shoves Donnie and frowns. “Wait, new favourite-“

“Hold up!” Mikey whisper-screams, stopping Raph and Donnie’s light rough-housing. “Grandson? Why do you think he’s your grandson?”

Raph and Donnie freeze, both also turning to Splinter. The rat mutant frowns.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Wha- why would you?!” Mikey demands.

___

So they know Casey is someone’s son… but who? Definitely not Leo’s, he’s not flashy enough, and their brother shouldn’t be bothered with this new drama while he’s recovering. So they’ll just have to work it out without him!

And while they do that…

Leo will just keep watching Casey splinter apart.

I was in a mood when I read this, so I only skimmed it and then read the end. A lot of Casey angst, I liked the end.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45396085

Pulled underwater I can’t swim by Sunset_And_Beyond55

“Donnie stopped to look around the docks and, to their surprise, there was no Leo in sight. They were about to resume fighting, but what the soft shell heard next made him freeze. A scream. From their brother. Their twin. Where was Leo?! “Leo!” Donnie called. Nothing. They were about to look elsewhere when a flailing hand broke the surface of the water and quickly disappeared. A green three fingered hand.

*** What seems like an average mission takes a turn for the worse when Leo is dragged underwater, unable to free himself. Donnie is the only one there to save him.

Short and sweet. Leo almost drowns. I liked how they made him actually.. act scared? Or how someone who is scared may act? Sometimes you find fics where fear is portrayed either too dramatically or it is underwhelming, I think this one is alright with it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45491254

Want to Love You by Cass_Pheonix

Leo has always known his father treated him differently from his brothers. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but when Splinter looked at him, sometimes it wasn’t like he was seeing Leo at all. At age 14 he finally figures out why.

I read this one, and I kind of regret it but only because I can’t handle unhappy/bitter endings. It was decently written. I love any fics where Leo struggles with his father loving him. However, my personal preference is for happier endings.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45506668

What are our names? by Nixtnoir

Leo confronts Splinter, and let's go of the bottled anger he had for the rat.

(Please I can't do summaries- I promise the fic is actually decent though T-T)

I did not like this one. And it annoys me when people explain their summary. Hun, the summary is fine, it’s your note that makes it questionable <3  It’s alright, short and sweet, it’s pretty much just Leo ranting at Splinter. Figured I’d add it cause that’s some peoples cup of tea. Pretty much Splinter getting what he (kind of) deserves. Though I personally find long Shameless Fiona type rants at parental figures a bit cringe (unless you are Fiona, in which case her speech to Monica was great [I don’t actually watch Shameless, too inappropriate for me, I found the scene off of my Youtube Shorts. I related more than I should have)].

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45535789

School sucks. by GalaxyGamer

In a not so rare turn of events, April has to stay home from school. Being the amazing brother he is, Leonardo agreed to get some notes for her class.

Short and sweet. I liked this one. Characterization is decent, it’s readable, and Leo’s panic in class was fun to read.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45837685

The First and Last Shots by Azrael_Flowers

As the faceman, Leo knew his mask spread further then just in battles, but keeping secrets had always been difficult in the Hamato family. If it wasn't Donnie, April, and Leo's gossip sessions, it was Raphael's questions and Big brother vibe no one could lie to. If it wasn't Raph, it was Mikey's emotional and psychological intelligence that allowed him to figure it out. Leo didn't want them ever to know about the time he spent in the prison dimension, even though he knew they'd all find out anyway.

Or: Leo spent longer in the prison dimension then previously thought, returns, struggles to tell his siblings about it, all while thinking in a metaphor.

Another Prison Dimension fic. I don’t remember it much, it may be good. The metaphor didn’t make much sense to me.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45867823

Through all the worries, I still hear your voice by Rizzonardo

Donnie has never admitted to them being twins. 'They're not even the same species of turtle' they would say. But Leo always felt it deeper than that. They were connected. They were twins. And now Donnie was admitting it. This was…serious. Leo needed to man up.

"....you know when the krang happened, and i got stuck with the big boss dude for five minutes?"

I don’t remember much about this one either, but I love any Disaster Twin fics. If you’ve got any, send them over!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45878479

Content by Mamma_Jama

'Leo is now taking his role as leader seriously. However, Mikey thinks he’s now taking it too seriously. Clearly Raph thinks so too. As now their ‘after mission cool down’ phase has become their ‘Raph yells at Leo for being stupidly risky with his own well-being’ phase.'

Concerned for their brother's well-being -- Raph, Mikey, and Donnie confront Leo about his recent concerning actions, and Leo hits his breaking point.

I liked this one for the most part, the ending felt kind of unsatisfying though. This fic could have been *more* if it continued a little longer to show more of the aftermath of Leo breaking down.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45884005

You Need Me by dahlia_writes_sometimes

Leo and Raph have an argument that leads to some unexpected consequences.

This started as a writing exercise because I wrote only the dialogue first then fleshed it out. For more of my writings, follow me on Instagram @dahlia.writes.sometimes!

Short and bitter. Sad ending. It takes Leo’s pride at the start of the movie, his “You need me” mentality, and takes that to an extreme. Nothing specific happens, the plot remains vague.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45893761

Shared Spaces by eraemilius

Raph, Mikey, and Donnie stumble upon a moment of unexpected bonding between Leo and their former enemy, Baron Draxum.

Set sometime in season two, after Repairin' the Baron.

Short and sweet, like my thoughts about it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45964285

Tea Time for Turtle by pickledcarrotsandradish

Leo has been working hard since he recovered from the invasion. So much so that he barely has time for his bros, or anything healthy and fun really. This all comes to a head when they get separated. But, his brothers know that Leo's fine, right?

I bring Chloe from the 2012 show into the Rise universe.

This one was good. I was also in a mood reading this one, so I skimmed a lot of it. What I did read was good though.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45965038

A Soul with Two Faces by GreenGoddessSmoothie

"Little-him stubbornly kept his eyes downcast, refusing to look at him.

'Being seen is scary,' he said, voice hushed. 'It allows for rejection. But you are so much braver than I’ve been in that regard.'"

After a fight gone awry, Leon accidentally ends up in an alternate universe. He says he's stuck there because he lost his swords, but Leo isn't sure he believes him. While his family doesn't see much of himself in Leon, Leo thinks they're more similar than different. It becomes clear to Leo that little-him is grappling with the same fears that plagued him in his youth (and, if he's honest with himself, continue to plague him now). A very necessary heart-to-heart ensues.

I’ve never watched the 2003 version, the fic was cute regardless. 2018 Leo has a heart-to-heart with 2003 Leo that addresses his insecurities and reassures him. Would love a second chapter exploring the growth of both characters.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46047310

Envy and Villainous Parental Figures by Azrael_Flowers

Leo forced a smile. Mikey definitely knew, and he doesn’t lie unless it’s unimportant to the subject at hand. How was he going to do this? How was he going to hide this? Mikey knew his emotions and understood everything he was going to on a psychological and emotional level. Donnie knew about his mask, having helped develop it - they both had masks after all. Donnie’s was his bad boy image, and Leo’s was an uncaring jokester.

Or, Leo is jealous of his brothers, feels guilt, runs away, and hides the fact Big Mama is basically his mother all in 5,160 words.

This one felt weird because some of the plot I felt didn’t make much sense? Or it’s unrealistic in the ROTTMNT world? But what is fanfiction if not unrealistic. Could have been better written, but I like any fics with Leo and Big Mama. I wish they were explored more in ROTTMNT.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46118602

There is a lot more fics that I would recommend (that are a lot better than these) at a later date. Come back within a week or so for an update <3

[Future me note - I left off on page 3 of My History]

Multi-Chapter Fics

Minor Interference by bambiraptorx   UNFINISHED

“One last chance, children. If you join me I can teach you how to maximize your potential, be all that you can be. What’s your answer?”

Leo’s about to remind Draxum that the last time they met almost ended with red-ear slider mutant splattered on New York pavement when another idea springs into his mind.

OR

The turtles accept Draxum's offer to train them. Little does he know that they're only going to use it to mess with him.

I like this one. The chaos is beautiful, and it’s given me a few laughs. The boys slowly warming up to Draxum is a plus, and Draxum is so done with them that eventually he just.. gives in. The more recent chapters have slowed down a bit in the plot, I find the Leo chapters the most interesting. Overall a good read.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44202859

achilles, come down by Technodrome   UNFINISHED

“It’s been nine minutes,” Leo confirmed out loud, voice worn and heavy.

“Yes,” Donnie agreed slowly. “About that many. Why?”

Leo’s head blurred again, thoughts signal-jamming in their rush to be sorted. He let his eyes start to close again. “I don’t know how long I was there. But it wasn’t nine minutes.” --- Or, in which Leo is trapped in the prison dimension for months; but when his brothers save him, he finds it's only been minutes for them.

Classic “Leo spent longer in the Prison Dimension” fic. It’s decent. I like that he’s actually getting better over time, rather than him staying sad forever. It’s currently unfinished and personally I find it harder to keep up with the plot of fics in each update so I don’t have much to say on this one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45722935

Surp-Rise: Season 3 by TheWritingDork, what_in_the

Turtle brothers Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, and Michelangelo just got used to being a team again when Splinter shakes things up by making Leo the new leader without warning. They need to learn how to deal with the changing dynamics of their team, family, and their ever-evolving powers as old threats get stronger, relationships are tested, and their wacky misadventures get wackier and more TV-13 instead of TV-Y7.

(A fan-centric passion project that takes place right where Season 2 ended and will finish before the ROTTMNT movie, which will also be rewritten as a continuation of this project. There are 34 episodes with 4 mini-sodes.)

Updates with a new episode every Monday and Friday until completed.

Buckle up, cause this is a looong one. It is a 433,880 word masterpiece. Each chapter has an episodic feel. It has chapters focused on each character, so there is something for everyone! It starts out great with a proper leader Leo arc, where not only does he get the help he needs in being a leader, but he gives leadership an honest attempt. He is not always perfect, but he makes mistakes and learns. The characterization is top tier, the relationships are wholesome, and the villains have leveled up a bit. They do, however, have April/Sunita and Splinter/Draxum. I personally don’t like either ship, but it was good enough for me to read anyways. This fic will occupy you for a while. Have fun!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45800842

Every moment points towards the aftermath by Noodle

In the aftermath of the Kraang Invasion, and thanks to one certain Future Boy, Splinter ends up realizing a couple of crucial things. Namely, how unlike the other members of the family that were lost in the Apocalypse, Casey didn’t know anything about him, like the rat was a stranger to him. Could it be that he had messed up so much as a father that not even his own family wanted to remember him in the future?

With that realization, he sets off to do one thing: fixing those relationships before it’s too late.

aka i WILL psychoanalyze your favorites or me? projecting? it’s more likely than you think!

I loved this fic. It explores Splinters relationship with the boys and his guilt over neglecting them. It’s very sweet, I love his conversations with them. Stays true to characterization and was overall a good read.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44040930

Soulbound by redfinch

It didn't help his growing irritation and paranoia, and whatever other junk was festering and infecting his brain. He was a growing void, empty of most things, as though a vacuum had sucked everything out of him. It grew worse as the days passed by. His injuries were somewhat…tolerable. He’d gotten better at hiding from the Kraang; he’d gotten better at muffling his sobs and panic attacks inside the freezing wasteland, keeping himself safe until he either offed himself when the pain or mental torment was too much to bear, or if the Kraang found him and Leo somehow managed to wake up just before meeting his demise. It was frustrating, because if the universe were forgiving, it would end this cycle or just let him die quickly. But instead, Leo was stuck in a loop, a pattern. He forces himself to stay awake, he eventually crashes, and suddenly he’s back there again. And no amount of coffee, or stress relievers, or comforting words from his brothers would be enough. Nothing was there with him through the whole thing, no one understood because it was Leo’s burden to carry alone.

or

The consequences of leaving your mystic weapon behind in a prison dimension...and thinking you deserved what happened to you.

AMAZING!! The characterization, the trauma, Leos slow descent into madness, truly a masterpiece. Leo going kind of crazy was fun to read, it felt real, the way the author broke up the text and portrayed Leos inner thoughts was masterful. Truly worth the read, I couldn’t recommend this more! The ending is also AWESOME! It was a finding yourself moment, but done so well unlike most stories. The ending made me emotional. Throughout the story, you could feel that the family had to fight for Leo to get better, and in the end Leo had to fight for himself to get better. Leo’s recovery was hard earned! The one thing I have against this is a small scene at the end where they suddenly make Leo trans. I don’t like fics that change something so integral to the characters. Other than that, truly a work of art.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43971225

Starblind by WeirdNCrazy   UNFINISHED   Has Leosagi

There was a lot of mutagen and other sharp objects being dangerously launched around as Baron Draxum lair got destroyed.

What would happen if some of that got into a certain Red Eared Slider eyes?

Well it would make for one blind turtle and an interesting shift from canon that what it would be!

One of the few (somewhat) overpowered fics that I like. Does decent explaining the personality changes that come with Leo being blind, and uses his need to be affirmed of his usefulness to put his skills further than his brothers. Overall a more lighthearted read. I don’t like Leo/Usagi. I think the rabbit is stupid. At first, the fic didn’t have him enough for me to not want to read it. As the relationship progresses, I like it less. Still a good read, though! Currently has 82,977 words.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46657225

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

8th February >> Mass Readings (Except GB & USA)

Saturday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time  or Saint Jerome Emilian  or Saint Josephine Bakhita, Virgin  or Saturday memorial of the Blessed Virgin Mary. 

Saturday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time 

(Liturgical Colour: Green. Year: C(I))

First Reading Hebrews 13:15-17,20-21 May God turn us all into whatever is acceptable to himself through Jesus Christ.

Through Christ, let us offer God an unending sacrifice of praise, a verbal sacrifice that is offered every time we acknowledge his name. Keep doing good works and sharing your resources, for these are sacrifices that please God. Obey your leaders and do as they tell you, because they must give an account of the way they look after your souls; make this a joy for them to do, and not a grief – you yourselves would be the losers. I pray that the God of peace, who brought our Lord Jesus back from the dead to become the great Shepherd of the sheep by the blood that sealed an eternal covenant, may make you ready to do his will in any kind of good action; and turn us all into whatever is acceptable to himself through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever, Amen.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 22(23)

R/ The Lord is my shepherd: there is nothing I shall want.

The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want. Fresh and green are the pastures where he gives me repose. Near restful waters he leads me, to revive my drooping spirit.

R/ The Lord is my shepherd: there is nothing I shall want.

He guides me along the right path; he is true to his name. If I should walk in the valley of darkness no evil would I fear. You are there with your crook and your staff; with these you give me comfort.

R/ The Lord is my shepherd: there is nothing I shall want.

You have prepared a banquet for me in the sight of my foes. My head you have anointed with oil; my cup is overflowing.

R/ The Lord is my shepherd: there is nothing I shall want.

Surely goodness and kindness shall follow me all the days of my life. In the Lord’s own house shall I dwell for ever and ever.

R/ The Lord is my shepherd: there is nothing I shall want.

Gospel Acclamation John 10:27

Alleluia, alleluia! The sheep that belong to me listen to my voice, says the Lord, I know them and they follow me. Alleluia!

Gospel Mark 6:30-34 They were like sheep without a shepherd.

The apostles rejoined Jesus and told him all they had done and taught. Then he said to them, ‘You must come away to some lonely place all by yourselves and rest for a while’; for there were so many coming and going that the apostles had no time even to eat. So they went off in a boat to a lonely place where they could be by themselves. But people saw them going, and many could guess where; and from every town they all hurried to the place on foot and reached it before them. So as he stepped ashore he saw a large crowd; and he took pity on them because they were like sheep without a shepherd, and he set himself to teach them at some length.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Jerome Emilian 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: C(I))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Tobit 12:6-13 Bless God and utter his praise before all the living.

Raphael took Tobit and his son Tobias aside and said, ‘Bless God, utter his praise before all the living for all the favours he has given you. Bless and extol his name. Proclaim before all men the deeds of God as they deserve, and never tire of giving him thanks. It is right to keep the secret of a king, yet right to reveal and publish the works of God. Thank him worthily. Do what is good, and no evil can befall you. ‘Prayer with fasting and alms with right conduct are better than riches with iniquity. Better to practise almsgiving than to hoard up gold. Almsgiving saves from death and purges every kind of sin. Those who give alms have their fill of days; those who commit sin and do evil, bring harm on themselves. ‘I am going to tell you the whole truth, hiding nothing from you. I have already told you that it is right to keep the secret of a king, yet right too to reveal in worthy fashion the works of God. So you must know that when you and Sarah were at prayer, it was I who offered your supplications before the glory of the Lord and who read them; so too when you were burying the dead. When you did not hesitate to get up and leave the table to go and bury a dead man, I was sent to test your faith, and at the same time God sent me to heal you and your daughter-in-law Sarah.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 33(34):2-11

R/ I will bless the Lord at all times. or R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

I will bless the Lord at all times, his praise always on my lips; in the Lord my soul shall make its boast. The humble shall hear and be glad.

R/ I will bless the Lord at all times. or R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

Glorify the Lord with me. Together let us praise his name. I sought the Lord and he answered me; from all my terrors he set me free.

R/ I will bless the Lord at all times. or R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

Look towards him and be radiant; let your faces not be abashed. This poor man called, the Lord heard him and rescued him from all his distress.

R/ I will bless the Lord at all times. or R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

The angel of the Lord is encamped around those who revere him, to rescue them. Taste and see that the Lord is good. He is happy who seeks refuge in him.

R/ I will bless the Lord at all times. or R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

Revere the Lord, you his saints. They lack nothing, those who revere him. Strong lions suffer want and go hungry but those who seek the Lord lack no blessing.

R/ I will bless the Lord at all times. or R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 5:3

Alleluia, alleluia! How happy are the poor in spirit: theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Alleluia!

Gospel Mark 10:17-30 Give everything you own to the poor, and follow me.

Jesus was setting out on a journey when a man ran up, knelt before him and put this question to him, ‘Good master, what must I do to inherit eternal life?’ Jesus said to him, ‘Why do you call me good? No one is good but God alone. You know the commandments: You must not kill; You must not commit adultery; You must not steal; You must not bring false witness; You must not defraud; Honour your father and mother.’ And he said to him, ‘Master, I have kept all these from my earliest days.’ Jesus looked steadily at him and loved him, and he said, ‘There is one thing you lack. Go and sell everything you own and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me.’ But his face fell at these words and he went away sad, for he was a man of great wealth. Jesus looked round and said to his disciples, ‘How hard it is for those who have riches to enter the kingdom of God!’ The disciples were astounded by these words, but Jesus insisted, ‘My children,’ he said to them ‘how hard it is to enter the kingdom of God! It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.’ They were more astonished than ever. ‘In that case’ they said to one another ‘who can be saved?’ Jesus gazed at them. ‘For men’ he said ‘it is impossible, but not for God: because everything is possible for God.’ Peter took this up. ‘What about us?’ he asked him. ‘We have left everything and followed you.’ Jesus said, ‘I tell you solemnly, there is no one who has left house, brothers, sisters, father, children or land for my sake and for the sake of the gospel who will not be repaid a hundred times over, houses, brothers, sisters, mothers, children and land – not without persecutions – now in this present time and, in the world to come, eternal life.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Josephine Bakhita, Virgin 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: C(I))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading 1 Corinthians 7:25-35 The world as we know it is passing away.

About remaining celibate, I have no directions from the Lord but give my own opinion as one who, by the Lord’s mercy, has stayed faithful. Well then, I believe that in these present times of stress this is right: that it is good for a man to stay as he is. If you are tied to a wife, do not look for freedom; if you are free of a wife, then do not look for one. But if you marry, it is no sin, and it is not a sin for a young girl to get married. They will have their troubles, though, in their married life, and I should like to spare you that. Brothers, this is what I mean: our time is growing short. Those who have wives should live as though they had none, and those who mourn should live as though they had nothing to mourn for; those who are enjoying life should live as though there were nothing to laugh about; those whose life is buying things should live as though they had nothing of their own; and those who have to deal with the world should not become engrossed in it. I say this because the world as we know it is passing away. I would like to see you free from all worry. An unmarried man can devote himself to the Lord’s affairs, all he need worry about is pleasing the Lord; but a married man has to bother about the world’s affairs and devote himself to pleasing his wife: he is torn two ways. In the same way an unmarried woman, like a young girl, can devote herself to the Lord’s affairs; all she need worry about is being holy in body and spirit. The married woman, on the other hand, has to worry about the world’s affairs and devote herself to pleasing her husband. I say this only to help you, not to put a halter round your necks, but simply to make sure that everything is as it should be, and that you give your undivided attention to the Lord.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 44(45):11-12,14-17

R/ Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words: forget your own people and your father’s house. So will the king desire your beauty: He is your lord, pay homage to him.

R/ Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

The daughter of the king is clothed with splendour, her robes embroidered with pearls set in gold. She is led to the king with her maiden companions.

R/ Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

They are escorted amid gladness and joy; they pass within the palace of the king. Sons shall be yours in place of your fathers: you will make them princes over all the earth.

R/ Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

Gospel Acclamation

Alleluia, alleluia! This is the wise bridesmaid, whom the Lord found waiting; at his coming, she went in with him to the wedding feast. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 25:1-13 The wise and foolish virgins.

Jesus told this parable to his disciples: ‘The kingdom of heaven will be like this: Ten bridesmaids took their lamps and went to meet the bridegroom. Five of them were foolish and five were sensible: the foolish ones did take their lamps, but they brought no oil, whereas the sensible ones took flasks of oil as well as their lamps. The bridegroom was late, and they all grew drowsy and fell asleep. But at midnight there was a cry, “The bridegroom is here! Go out and meet him.” At this, all those bridesmaids woke up and trimmed their lamps, and the foolish ones said to the sensible ones, “Give us some of your oil: our lamps are going out.” But they replied, “There may not be enough for us and for you; you had better go to those who sell it and buy some for yourselves.” They had gone off to buy it when the bridegroom arrived. Those who were ready went in with him to the wedding hall and the door was closed. The other bridesmaids arrived later. “Lord, Lord,” they said “open the door for us.” But he replied, “I tell you solemnly, I do not know you.” So stay awake, because you do not know either the day or the hour.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saturday memorial of the Blessed Virgin Mary 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: C(I))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

Either:

First Reading Genesis 3:9-15,20 The mother of all those who live.

After Adam had eaten of the tree the Lord God called to him. ‘Where are you?’ he asked. ‘I heard the sound of you in the garden;’ he replied ‘I was afraid because I was naked, so I hid.’ ‘Who told you that you were naked?’ he asked ‘Have you been eating of the tree I forbade you to eat?’ The man replied, ‘It was the woman you put with me; she gave me the fruit, and I ate it.’ Then the Lord God asked the woman, ‘What is this you have done?’ The woman replied, ‘The serpent tempted me and I ate.’ Then the Lord God said to the serpent, ‘Because you have done this,

‘Be accursed beyond all cattle, all wild beasts. You shall crawl on your belly and eat dust every day of your life. I will make you enemies of each other: you and the woman, your offspring and her offspring. It will crush your head and you will strike its heel.’

The man named his wife ‘Eve’ because she was the mother of all those who live.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

OR: --------

First reading Genesis 12:1-7 All the tribes of the earth shall bless themselves by you

The Lord said to Abram, ‘Leave your country, your family and your father’s house, for the land I will show you. I will make you a great nation; I will bless you and make your name so famous that it will be used as a blessing.

‘I will bless those who bless you: I will curse those who slight you. All the tribes of the earth shall bless themselves by you.’

So Abram went as the Lord told him, and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he left Haran. Abram took his wife Sarai, his nephew Lot, all the possessions they had amassed and the people they had acquired in Haran. They set off for the land of Canaan, and arrived there. Abram passed through the land as far as Shechem’s holy place, the Oak of Moreh. At that time the Canaanites were in the land. The Lord appeared to Abram and said, ‘It is to your descendants that I will give this land.’ So Abram built there an altar for the Lord who had appeared to him.

OR: --------

First reading 2 Samuel 7:1-5,8-11,16 The Lord will make you great; the Lord will make you a House

Once David had settled into his house and the Lord had given him rest from all the enemies surrounding him, the king said to the prophet Nathan, ‘Look, I am living in a house of cedar while the ark of God dwells in a tent.’ Nathan said to the king, ‘Go and do all that is in your mind, for the Lord is with you.’ But that very night the word of the Lord came to Nathan: ‘Go and tell my servant David, “Thus the Lord speaks: Are you the man to build me a house to dwell in? I took you from the pasture, from following the sheep, to be leader of my people Israel; I have been with you on all your expeditions; I have cut off all your enemies before you. I will give you fame as great as the fame of the greatest on earth. I will provide a place for my people Israel; I will plant them there and they shall dwell in that place and never be disturbed again; nor shall the wicked continue to oppress them as they did, in the days when I appointed judges over my people Israel; I will give them rest from all their enemies. The Lord will make you great; the Lord will make you a House. Your House and your sovereignty will always stand secure before me and your throne be established for ever.”’

OR: --------

First reading 1 Chronicles 15:3-4,15-16,16:1-2 They brought in the ark of God and put it inside the tent that David had pitched for it

David gathered all Israel together to bring the ark of God up to the place he had prepared for it. David called together the sons of Aaron and the sons of Levi. And the Levites carried the ark of God with the shafts on their shoulders, as Moses had ordered in accordance with the word of the Lord. David then told the heads of the Levites to assign duties for their kinsmen as cantors, with their various instruments of music, harps and lyres and cymbals, to play joyful tunes. They brought the ark of God in and put it inside the tent that David had pitched for it; and they offered holocausts before God, and communion sacrifices. And when David had finished offering holocausts and communion sacrifices, he blessed the people in the name of the Lord.

OR: --------

First reading Proverbs 8:22-31 Before the earth came into being, Wisdom was born

The Wisdom of God cries aloud:

The Lord created me when his purpose first unfolded, before the oldest of his works. From everlasting I was firmly set, from the beginning, before earth came into being. The deep was not, when I was born, there were no springs to gush with water. Before the mountains were settled, before the hills, I came to birth; before he made the earth, the countryside, or the first grains of the world’s dust. When he fixed the heavens firm, I was there, when he drew a ring on the surface of the deep, when he thickened the clouds above, when he fixed fast the springs of the deep, when he assigned the sea its boundaries – and the waters will not invade the shore – when he laid down the foundations of the earth, I was by his side, a master craftsman, delighting him day after day, ever at play in his presence, at play everywhere in his world, delighting to be with the sons of men.

OR: --------

First reading Ecclesiasticus 24:1-4,8-12,18-21 From eternity, in the beginning, God created wisdom

Wisdom speaks her own praises, in the midst of her people she glories in herself. She opens her mouth in the assembly of the Most High, she glories in herself in the presence of the Mighty One: ‘I came forth from the mouth of the Most High, and I covered the earth like a mist. I had my tent in the heights, and my throne in a pillar of cloud. Then the creator of all things instructed me, and he who created me fixed a place for my tent. He said, “Pitch your tent in Jacob, make Israel your inheritance.” From eternity, in the beginning, he created me, and for eternity I shall remain. I ministered before him in the holy tabernacle, and thus was I established on Zion. In the beloved city he has given me rest, and in Jerusalem I wield my authority. I have taken root in a privileged people, in the Lord’s property, in his inheritance. Approach me, you who desire me, and take your fill of my fruits, for memories of me are sweeter than honey, inheriting me is sweeter than the honeycomb. They who eat me will hunger for more, they who drink me will thirst for more. Whoever listens to me will never have to blush, whoever acts as I dictate will never sin.’

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 7:10-14,8:10 The maiden is with child

The Lord spoke to Ahaz and said, ‘Ask the Lord your God for a sign for yourself coming either from the depths of Sheol or from the heights above.’ ‘No,’ Ahaz answered ‘I will not put the Lord to the test.’ Then Isaiah said:

‘Listen now, House of David: are you not satisfied with trying the patience of men without trying the patience of my God, too? The Lord himself, therefore, will give you a sign. It is this: the maiden is with child and will soon give birth to a son whom she will call Immanuel, a name which means “God-is-with-us.”’

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 9:1-6 A Son is given to us

The people that walked in darkness has seen a great light; on those who live in a land of deep shadow a light has shone. You have made their gladness greater, you have made their joy increase; they rejoice in your presence as men rejoice at harvest time, as men are happy when they are dividing the spoils.

For the yoke that was weighing on him, the bar across his shoulders, the rod of his oppressor, these you break as on the day of Midian.

For all the footgear of battle, every cloak rolled in blood, is burnt, and consumed by fire.

For there is a child born for us, a son given to us and dominion is laid on his shoulders; and this is the name they give him: Wonder-Counsellor, Mighty-God, Eternal-Father, Prince-of-Peace.

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 61:9-11 I exult for joy in the Lord

Their race will be famous throughout the nations, their descendants throughout the peoples. All who see them will admit that they are a race whom the Lord has blessed.

‘I exult for joy in the Lord, my soul rejoices in my God, for he has clothed me in the garments of salvation, he has wrapped me in the cloak of integrity, like a bridegroom wearing his wreath, like a bride adorned in her jewels.

‘For as the earth makes fresh things grow, as a garden makes seeds spring up, so will the Lord make both integrity and praise spring up in the sight of the nations.’

Or:

First Reading Micah 5:1-4 He will stand and feed his flock with the power of the Lord.

The Lord says this:

But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, the least of the clans of Judah, out of you will be born for me the one who is to rule over Israel; his origin goes back to the distant past, to the days of old. The Lord is therefore going to abandon them till the time when she who is to give birth gives birth. Then the remnant of his brothers will come back to the sons of Israel. He will stand and feed his flock with the power of the Lord, with the majesty of the name of his God. They will live secure, for from then on he will extend his power to the ends of the land. He himself will be peace.

Or:

First Reading Zechariah 2:14-17 'I am coming', says the Lord.

Sing, rejoice, daughter of Zion; for I am coming to dwell in the middle of you – it is the Lord who speaks. Many nations will join the Lord, on that day; they will become his people. But he will remain among you, and you will know that the Lord of Hosts has sent me to you. But the Lord will hold Judah as his portion in the Holy Land, and again make Jerusalem his very own. Let all mankind be silent before the Lord! For he is awaking and is coming from his holy dwelling.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm 1 Samuel 2:1,4-8

R/ My heart exults in the Lord my Saviour.

My heart exults in the Lord. I find my strength in my God; my mouth laughs at my enemies as I rejoice in your saving help.

R/ My heart exults in the Lord my Saviour.

The bows of the mighty are broken, but the weak are clothed with strength. Those with plenty must labour for bread, but the hungry need work no more. The childless wife has children now but the fruitful wife bears no more.

R/ My heart exults in the Lord my Saviour.

It is the Lord who gives life and death, he brings men to the grave and back; it is the Lord who gives poverty and riches. He brings men low and raises them on high.

R/ My heart exults in the Lord my Saviour.

He lifts up the lowly from the dust, from the dungheap he raises the poor to set him in the company of princes to give him a glorious throne. For the pillars of the earth are the Lord’s, on them he has set the world.

R/ My heart exults in the Lord my Saviour.

Gospel Acclamation cf. Luke 1:28

Alleluia, alleluia! Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee! Blessed art thou among women. Alleluia!

Or: cf. Luke 1:45

Alleluia, alleluia! Blessed is the Virgin Mary, who believed that the promise made her by the Lord would be fulfilled. Alleluia!

Or: cf. Luke 2:19

Alleluia, alleluia! Blessed is the Virgin Mary, who treasured the word of God and pondered it in her heart. Alleluia!

Or: Luke 11:28

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy are those who hear the word of God and keep it. Alleluia!

Or:

Alleluia, alleluia! Blessed are you, holy Virgin Mary, and most worthy of all praise, for the sun of justice, Christ our God, was born of you. Alleluia!

Or:

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy is the Virgin Mary, who, without dying, won the palm of martyrdom beneath the cross of the Lord. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 1:1-16,18-23 The ancestry and conception of Jesus Christ.

A genealogy of Jesus Christ, son of David, son of Abraham:

Abraham was the father of Isaac, Isaac the father of Jacob, Jacob the father of Judah and his brothers, Judah was the father of Perez and Zerah, Tamar being their mother, Perez was the father of Hezron, Hezron the father of Ram, Ram was the father of Amminadab, Amminadab the father of Nahshon, Nahshon the father of Salmon, Salmon was the father of Boaz, Rahab being his mother, Boaz was the father of Obed, Ruth being his mother, Obed was the father of Jesse; and Jesse was the father of King David.

David was the father of Solomon, whose mother had been Uriah’s wife, Solomon was the father of Rehoboam, Rehoboam the father of Abijah, Abijah the father of Asa, Asa was the father of Jehoshaphat, Jehoshaphat the father of Joram, Joram the father of Azariah, Azariah was the father of Jotham, Jotham the father of Ahaz, Ahaz the father of Hezekiah, Hezekiah was the father of Manasseh, Manasseh the father of Amon, Amon the father of Josiah; and Josiah was the father of Jechoniah and his brothers. Then the deportation to Babylon took place.

After the deportation to Babylon: Jechoniah was the father of Shealtiel, Shealtiel the father of Zerubbabel, Zerubbabel was the father of Abiud, Abiud the father of Eliakim, Eliakim the father of Azor, Azor was the father of Zadok, Zadok the father of Achim, Achim the father of Eliud, Eliud was the father of Eleazar, Eleazar the father of Matthan, Matthan the father of Jacob; and Jacob was the father of Joseph the husband of Mary; of her was born Jesus who is called Christ.

This is how Jesus Christ came to be born. His mother Mary was betrothed to Joseph; but before they came to live together she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Her husband Joseph; being a man of honour and wanting to spare her publicity, decided to divorce her informally. He had made up his mind to do this when the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, ‘Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because she has conceived what is in her by the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son and you must name him Jesus, because he is the one who is to save his people from their sins.’ Now all this took place to fulfil the words spoken by the Lord through the prophet:

The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son and they will call him Emmanuel,

a name which means ‘God-is-with-us.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[the-firebird69]

This is close to the design of our car very close couple major points that are different but yes this is a 2500 to 3,000 mile an hour car the vent in the front is too high and the hood is too high and the intake on the side is not necessary and makes it howl like how like a storm like the storm you force my son to go through we're right there and nobody would let us say anything much some people are helping things Hera slept through it. She's saying no and you're saying things are okay she's mad but she had to sit through it.. this is a mega car and people don't know it and the reason why they're selling it as a hybrid is it people who know put a new motor in but nobody's buying it and without the new motor it still goes 800 miles an hour and it will go 400 mph electrical only and it'll go $400 on motor alone and our son said it's a great idea and it's our idea and they did take it so they're in trouble and they're not putting out so we have the idea and Raphael and got his wife want to speak about it and they're going to fix the verbage

Salazar and goddess wife

We do like the program we do like where and we like how it's going we like that we're going to spread it out now and with the other car and it says we have to do it a few times then spray them but I do understand that spread them out is what he said this is despicable they're not selling these to practically anyone and it's held by a certain group so we're going to start selling them because it's not discrimination they're doing it right but we can't buy any either and I think they wouldn't even let our sun buy one. He says he can get them too and we do believe him if he had money he could do it if he had money maybe a week from now he could do it and we see why you need to turn around and sell it for like 4 million dollars and we do understand what he's saying he would ask for things and have a lawyer a team of them but really this car is worth the money and people want him to buy one for them and he doesn't care about that how's he supposed to know who they are and it's not illegal to resell your car right away and he can buy 10 of them put him in the driveway in the front of the house. Sell one to Garth someone to the sister. He put them in storage and insure it but really okay I mean what in that case our sun is put in the storage facility he had his stuff in and it's not really stupid they held it there and they did a job and it's ridiculous cuz he can do this in the future and make tons of money and people will be after him and go after the Max and he wants to do that then McDonald's are in the way with her fat asses he says I can sell it to them now put them out of the way and he says that's a great idea they won't sell to me either and it's Papa who owns the company no but used to and so they say it we do understand something you're mad about it you're not going to have any money you're not going to sell any cars you won't have any industry and you won't have any minds and things like that because people you know it's just a huge thing to understand it.

So we're going to put this car out and papa is still around and he's rolling over in his grave saying you're stupid you don't know how business goes and you're supposed to be this rich people and he knows it and you're stupid. So we're thinking of building these because it's so hard for them to get but this is a hybrid and yes this is Rafael and goddess wife and I'm having a word on it because it's a hybrid it's less expensive and he's saying any nailed it about 3 million for the motor version and that would be ours excuse me and about 2.5 million and he blew his nose so he said it 2.5 million for the Middle road motor and if it's tweaked it's like 2.89 people didn't like the hybrid so they didn't pay much and they're stupid because you're supposed to switch the motor you can buy the motor from Ferrari it's a real real winter industry now I mean these people don't understand what they're looking at they thought they had you explain it no they saw it and they built one like it and said people buy this like crazy then they heard what you said to Brad and he likes 400 miles an hour and he's trying to buy a used one and you might find one from a person so they're saying go on and on and you know but it's famous so you get a whole bunch of these guys and the Safari guys who designed them and build them and the guys who own them are Max they can't believe what they're hearing cuz they're they're people don't care about it and they think they're maxed but no not all of them they have pride in the car and I think that Mac won't be shooting at the Ferraris doing it now McDonald's is the one doing it also they start to think of something it sounds stupid and it does so they might open it up to some and see what happens which would help but this car is a 3 million car and ours is worth 3 million but it takes so little to make but really the the parts and things are high performance and it's more like 25 Grand to make but really $3 million dollars is nothing to spit in it the second version motor makes it about 30 grand and we don't tell anybody that for real if scratches and some paint scratch resistant paint and special leather and I mean it's really nice there's not a lot of doodads and people think it's less because of that but you can't sell it for 200 Grand or even a million dollars like this one is top speed out of the box the base motor is 800 miles per hour the second level is 950 mph third level is 1250 mph the prices for the first is around 1.2 million dollars the second one is 1.5 million and the third is 2.3 million that's what we're going to sell them for and it is Vista fresh and we do have a sales office in Europe no one can seem to find it there are a few people who know where it is mac and Ben Arnold will and Bill they all try to buy one and they can't seem to because of the clones and the clones can't get one because of them. So he says it's like our cigars that are from the kju areas and we will sell them on the black market but they'll be legitimate cars with DOT approval and it shows a different name and manufacturer when you go for your registration and that's how we do it and a lot of people want to picture and the pictures we send make it look like the Ferrari and so they think it's a knockoff and the price on it is listed though so this is how it goes you guys have to pull your weight doing that and the clones will try and take over the DOT they're trying to take over your registry it's trying to fight and it's a good one and I'm going to put it in that we should do this I also want to make Ferrari if they can't figure it out and yeah the clones have taken over the sales office

Lot of people traced it they saw used the car they saw the clones and they went after them and they heard that Brad heard about it and they they're ready with Brad and they started tracing them and they found them all over town they're going after them it's kind of hell here

Raphael and Goddess Wife

Now I noticed something it might be my design it's different than his it looks similar but his looks like a regular car it's gull wing doors. So the clones don't sell to anyone and they can't get the car out and they're stupid they should sell the car and go take it but John Cena can't even get one this is the car that the guy is scanned his mind it's a copy of my son's well I have to get one is it and then she says no I said just get me the motor one that's the hybrid and it goes 400 and she says that's way too fast you're stupid yeah it's really too fast so we are thinking about this but he says it's funny cuz it's so slow by comparison LOL

We're going to answer you publish we need this published we need hours to look at it we're asking for you to publish

Olympus

What a fascinating deal and conversation and chain of events it's all coming down we came in and we figured out a bunch of stuff today and a bunch of the reason why things are and everyone's making their own car and these top of the line car people are mad and they wonder if the clones would shoot at these cars and it doesn't matter they're not the ones doing the shooting so they're stupid cuz it's a fat ass in the way it's really weird

Thor Freya

[a-d-nox]

asmodeus, demon of lust and prince of hell (asteroid 2174)

asmodeus is my favorite and he knows it - i have a whole unpublished manuscript in his honor (if it ever gets published, i have five companion novels that would follow it). i plan to talk about deities more in the future (especially since week one of posting so one reached out about a deity but they didn’t ever response back) - but if you have interest in deities feel free to push me to talk more earlier. but yes - this is one of the three deities i would you confidently tell people i have a connection with.

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so let me tell you asmodeus’s story.

Pride. Greed. Wrath. Envy. Gluttony. Sloth. Lust. The seven deadly sins. Each sin is tied to a prince of Hell. Seven sins - seven princes. It was said that the prince of wrath was the one that made Asmodeus into a demon. Asmodeus translates from hebrew to english as “the spirit of anger.” This all originates in the book of Tobit - the unseen story of young love. Before lust existed there was something easier - there was love. Asmodeus fell for a young girl - and she played him. Asmodeus was a nobody - love triumphs over all, right? He didn’t think he needed money or status for the two to be together. No. The girl, Sarah, liked him but didn’t like him as much as she wanted a rich husband. When she found a rich man willing to marry her she did so and disregarded Asmodeus. Asmodeus got jealous - was he not enough? The prince of wrath whispered to him and that sparked him into killing this girl’s husband. This happened seven more times before he left for Egypt. Bitter about love, believing it doesn’t exist - Asmodeus began meddling in the lives of couples. Now tainted with Hell’s gifts and curses, he changed his shape to become whatever enticed a person most (this is why he is depicted in biblical art as multi-headed and animalistic - to emphasize that he is a monster). Most important to remember - when you have nothing to lose you start doing whatever you want without caring. Asmodeus found humor in meddling. He went after Solomon’s wives - Solomon being who he was, used his wives to trick Asmodeus into constructing his temple. When Solomon smugly told Asmodeus what he had done, Asmodeus bitterly prophesied the division of Solomon’s land. Solomon demanded to know what he was that could trust such a scandalous prophecy. Asmodeus divulged his parentage then - he is the son of the angel, Raphael, and a human. After this admission the temple was finished and Asmodeus was clever enough to never get involved with a long term project like Solomon and his wives (i believe there were 700). IN MY OPINION Asmodeus represents a) heartbreak that corrupts your soul, b) ignorant beliefs that only do you more harm, c) where you may experience heartbreak that causes your outlook on life to change for the worse, d) where you are adamant about what you believe, e) where you can entice people into doing what you want, and/or f) where you may need to reevaluate logic from your personal opinions and emotions.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of asmodeus along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of asmodeus!

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[susanoosama01]

AU Michael has a love-hate marriage with AU Adam who kinda doesn't approve of the atrocities but this bad boy actually brought Kate Milligan back to life and it was the end of the world so... Anyway, they don't really like each other but AU Adam is the only one who never stopped talking back to AU Michael, literally asking for his death but it's very boring without this stubborn and sarcastic human around. They can't stand each other. AU Raphael is dead and cannot judge his brother anymore so what's keeping AU Michael from having a human pet? And excuse you, AU Adam has an archangel pet, not the other way around. They fight sooo much, it's why AU Michael has a separate vessel. Because he was developing a celestial migraine with AU Adam there. And AU Adam was to be a nice trophy consort because all dictators have at least one, right? Except this human doesn't stop sitting on the throne himself with some trashy magazine, forcing AU Michael to stand and act cool as if he is too flashy to sit on a throne and being a little shit in front of the enslaved reapers and the monster army. He gets on AU Michael's nerves so bad but they are kinda stuck with each other since they literally have nothing better to do. Also it has something to do with all these completely accidental nephilim babies running around now because well, some activities were much more fun with hate and anger and passion- No they most certainly do not like each other! AU Michael doesn't want to pay child support and AU Adam doesn't want to deal with visit day schedules. So it doesn't matter if AU Michael is forced to be civil with Kate Milligan when dropping off and picking up her son and grandbabies at her house. It doesn't matter if AU Adam has to take care of the 'palace' while his husband is conquering somewhere. They both have no other friend. It's fun fighting every single day, trying to kill each other only occasionally and celebrating a victory with you know what. They try to be a proper family sometimes, to have a nice dinner but their babies are little tornadoes who scorch the entire city in less then five minutes when they are playing together. It's exasperating. They need each other to deal with all that, right?

PS

AU Michael wanted grand names for his heirs! Like Alexander, Cyrus, Julius, Cleopatra etc. But instead they are named Ben, Chester, Pete, Lacey etc. because I carried them and risked my life to have them while you were out with your friends in yet another battle- Actually, Was I not with you during each and every birth? Did I not shower you in gifts and care, you traitorous little- but in the end the kids like their names so they stay that way.

[pinknatural]

(ao3)

Sometime after Cas gets his grace back, but before Dean knows that the angel riding his brother’s meatsuit is Gadreel, not Ezekiel, Dean finds himself in a pawn shop. Generally, he finds himself in pawn shops pretty often--not as often as like, someone who deals in pawns, but more often than the average person, Dean thinks. 

He’s there to see if they’ve got any guns for cheap, since he basically always needs more guns. None of the ones at that shop strike his fancy, so he walks around and looks at the other things. Browsing. Just in case--he has a house (well, a Bunker, but same thing) now, and maybe he should decorate. Maybe.

Dean passes by the jewelry without much more than a cursory glance, then he doubles back and stares. There’s a ring--a twisted band of white gold and silver, and something about it… It’s not something Dean would wear. He’s not sure what about the ring compels him, but he feels like Gollum as he looks at it and knows he needs it. What for, he has no idea.

Dean buys it. He doesn’t wear it, but sticks it in a flat little box originally meant for a bracelet and slides it into his jacket pocket. 

And he carries it, jacket pocket to jacket pocket, for years. He doesn’t tell anybody about it, but he gets into the habit of patting his chest to make sure it’s still there. Even when he’s a demon-- Crowley goes through Dean’s clothes one day, when Dean’s laying on the motel room bed naked, and he finds the box. 

“What’s this?” Crowley asks, and the First Blade is in Dean’s hand before he can process the movement. The First Blade is in Dean’s hand a lot, these days. 

“Open that and I’ll kill you,” Dean says, looking at Crowley dead in the eye so he knows that Dean isn’t fucking kidding, and Crowley stares back for a minute before he tosses the box aside and goes back into Dean’s pocket. He pulls out a condom, and the box is quickly forgotten. 

Anyway. The ring is there, in Dean’s pocket. It stays there. It’s there when Dean kills the Stynes, when he meets Amara, when he hugs his mom for the first time in thirty years. It’s there when he goes to the Apocalypse World, and the Bad Place, and Purgatory (again). 

And it’s there in that fucking dungeon, when Cas puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder and looks him in the eyes, smiling and crying. Dean feels it, burning a hole in his pocket, as Cas says things like most loving man in the whole world and you changed me and and one thing I want is something I know I can’t have and I love you and, worst of all, goodbye, Dean.

And Dean sits there, sobbing into his palms, and he knows what the ring was for.

--

Dean wraps one hand around an angel blade and curls the other into a fist. He nods at Sam, then Eileen, then he leaps into the dark pit on the wall that haunts his nightmares. 

The Empty is dark and, well, empty. His footsteps echo like he’s on a marble floor, but as far as Dean can tell there’s no difference between the walls and floor and ceiling. It’s just black. 

Dean tightens his grip on his angel blade, and he finds the first body. 

It’s a man in a grey coat. Dean doesn’t recognize him, and he keeps walking. 

Dean sees a woman in a leather jacket, a man wearing a torn polo shirt, and a woman dressed like a lounge singer. He sees a child in a pink dress and a man in a black sweater. Then there’s a fan of red hair, and Dean falters. 

Anna lays in the Empty, hair scattered around her head. Her eyes are closed and her chest moves slowly, as if in a deep, deep sleep. Dean swallows, heavy, and keeps walking. Next time, he thinks. Next time he’ll wake everyone.

The next body he sees is another unknown--old man in a brown blazer--but the one after that is someone familiar. Dean squints, decides it’s one of the douche angels he or his brother has killed over the years.

The body after that one is Ruby, and Dean gives her a wide berth. Then it’s Balthazar and Lilith and Hannah. Uriel and Raphael, Hester and Samandriel. Dagon and Ramiel. Azazel.

Alastair.

Dean keeps walking. For every body he recognizes, laying in a coma-like sleep, there’s four or five more that he’s never seen before. Some of them look vaguely familiar, like a demon he ran into once or Background Angel #5. 

Dean walks by Ishim right before he walks by Meg, and the next couple are random demons Dean vaguely remembers from his own time as one. Dean nearly trips over his own face, then he hustles to keep away from the alternate Michael. 

He’s not sure what he’ll do if he runs into Crowley. Not sure at all. But--

in the distance, a trench coat. 

Dean sprints, slides to his knees. Cups Cas’s face with his hand, leans in close. 

“Wake up,” he murmurs. “Wake up, Cas. Come on.”

Cas doesn’t stir. 

Dean shakes him. 

“Wake up, man,” he says. 

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen,” a voice says, and Dean looks up to see a vaguely humanoid shaped black blob of goo. It crosses it’s arms. “You can’t be here.”

“I’m getting him back,” Dean tells it. “I’m taking him home.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” the Shadow asks. “He’s mine.” 

“No, he’s not,” Dean says.

“What do you mean?” the Shadow asks, tilting its head. Dean considers throwing his knife at it. “We had a deal, and now he is here, and he belongs to me. Fully and completely.”

“Fuck you,” Dean says. “He’s not yours, he’s mine, and I’m taking him home.”

And with that, Dean presses the tip of his angel blade to Cas’s throat. His grace spills out like smoke, spreading through the air, and Cas’s eyes open and he gasps. The Shadow shrieks. 

“No!” it wails. “You can’t do this!”

“I already did, asshole,” Dean spits, and then the last of Cas’s grace evaporates, and Dean grabs onto Cas’s arm, and everything goes white, then black. 

Then Dean’s on the library floor, and he stares up at the Bunker’s golden lighting for a moment before turning to face Cas. 

“Cas!”

“Dean,” Cas says. He’s still laying on the ground, and he props himself on his elbows. “What happened?”

“I got you out,” Dean says. He laughs. Cas is looking at him with wide blue eyes, and Dean feels like he might start to cry. Instead, he throws himself at Cas, tucks his face into Cas’s neck, holds him tight. Cas falls back to the floor, wrapping his arms around Dean, and for a moment they breathe together. “You stupid son of a bitch,” Dean breathes. “You can’t fucking do that again.”

“I won’t,” Cas says. His voice is rough and deep, right next to Dean’s ear. Dean thinks he might cry. 

“You have to stay,” Dean says. “You have to stay.”

“I will,” Cas says. Cas promises. “Oh, Dean.”

Dean pulls back, just a little, and cups Cas’s face with his hands. “Cas,” he says. 

“Hello, Dean,” Cas says, eyes bright and sparkly, and Dean kisses him. 

He kisses him, and Cas kisses him back, and Dean thinks--well, if he had an Empty deal that would take him when he felt true happiness--Dean would be dead right now.

He pulls back, drops his forehead to Cas’s. “God, I love you so fuckin’ much.”

“You do?” Cas asks, and Dean hates himself. Cas should know that he’s--he’s Dean’s favorite person and Dean’s best friend and Dean loves, loves, loves him. He reaches into his jacket, into the inside pocket. 

“Yeah,” he says, and he presses the ring box into Cas’s hand. “I do.”

[n00dl3gal]

Like Old Times (Father-Son Bonding AU)

A direct sequel to the “Expiration Date” fic, which I’ll link in a reblog. I’ve also posted all my fics in this AU to AO3!! Thanks again to @thetriggeredhappy for their help and just generally being a cool dude, and the Scoutsune Discord server for indulging my brainrot

No warnings beyond family schmoop!

Less than an hour after the bread monster incident, the Administrator called for a ceasefire. “Only while your base is repaired,” she said over the TV screen. “BLU is quite disappointed in this negligence- as am I. Regardless, you may use these three days as you see fit. Go home, stay here- whatever you do, no more bread monsters.” The screen turned off with a click. 

Scout exhaled through his nose. He was thankful there was no mention of him or Miss Pauling’s woodchipper. 

Spy decloaked behind him. “Less time than I wanted, but c’est la vie.” Scout looked at him over his shoulder. “I’m meeting with an old contact during our break,” Spy said in Italian. “Would you like to come along? It’ll be like old times.” 

Scout’s brow furrowed, but he nodded. At least this way, he’d get out of helping Engie and Heavy with repairs. And possibly meeting Miss Pauling’s woodchipper. 

“Excellent. Our flight is at 7 AM tomorrow.” 

“We’re flying commercial?” Scout asked, also in (more hesitant) Italian. 

“Our destination is continental. We’ll leave the base by 5:30.” Scout groaned as Spy started to leave. But- wait, he hadn’t- 

“Oi, where are we going, anyway?” he called back in English. 

Spy paused to look at him and smile. “Boston.” 

“Why do we always get the ass-crack-of-dawn flights?” Jeremy asked groggily, reclining his seat.

“They are the ones with first-class seats available,” Raphael replied. He took a sip from his mimosa. 

“Yeah, cuz God forbid you fly coach for once.” Jeremy shifted, trying to get comfortable. “Hey. Have I ever been to Boston before?”

Raphael didn’t answer immediately. His lip sucked in, as if in thought. “Yes. When you were very, very young. You wouldn’t remember.” 

Jeremy nodded. He wanted to ask more, there was something Raphael wasn’t saying but… well, he was never a morning person. He fell asleep before the plane even took off. 

. . .

It was mid-afternoon by the time they landed in Boston. Jeremy was never fond of long flights; having his legs cramped like that for extended periods of time was murder. He was half tempted to take a jog around Logan International. Raphael, on the other hand, was ushering them both to the car rental. “Can’t even get a stretch in, huh?”

“Unfortunately, we are expected by 4, and I would hate to keep my contact waiting,” Raphael explained in French, accepting the keys from the girl at the counter. “She’s not a very patient woman, in some regards.” 

Jeremy huffed but didn’t argue. He just followed his father to the rental, tossing his suitcase in the backseat. “Y’know, the girl at the counter-” 

“We will not have time for you to go out on a date, Jeremy.” 

“No! No, it was- her accent’s kinda like mine, it’s weird,” Jeremy said. Raphael started the car. “Cuz I’ve only been here as a baby, and I got mine from TV and shit. It’s just… really strange, is all.” 

Raphael made a quiet noise of agreement. “Some of the shows you watched as a child were filmed here. It’s not as complex as you think it is.” 

“Yeah, probably not…” 

The pair lapsed into silence as Raphael drove. Storefronts and high rises morphed into houses. It had been a while since they were in a residential area. RED, for understandable reasons, kept away from civilians. 

Raphael took the roads with practiced experience. Sure, it had been implied he knew the area. If he had a contact here- one with a house, presumably- he must’ve spent time here. But this- this was far too familiar. A bit suspicious, actually. 

Eventually, Raphael slowed in front of a more rundown Brownstone. Still quite nice, just needed a little work. It felt… welcoming, in a way Jeremy couldn’t name.

“Lotta cars,” he observed as Raphael parallel parked. “Must be a party going on somewhere.” 

“Hmm, perhaps,” Raphael said, turning the car off. “Would you mind ringing the doorbell for me? I need to grab something from the trunk. Ask for Sara Jane.” 

OK, now Jeremy knew something was up. He was never the one to make the first contact, that was always Dad’s job. Jeremy might be a full-grown adult, but there were some things that didn’t change. This was one of them. 

Still, he nodded. He climbed up the front steps and ringed the doorbell. He heard- multiple voices from inside, predominantly male, but they quickly silenced themselves. A TV, perhaps? They really ought to get that flower box on the second story window fixed- 

The woman who opened the door was a bit shorter than him, though not by much. She was wearing a simple dress, hoop earrings, and flats. Her hair was dark, curved to her chin. But her nose and earlobes felt… achingly familiar. Like Jeremy saw them all the time. 

“Um, hi, I’m looking for Sara Jane? My name’s-” The rest of his speech was knocked out of him as the woman launched herself at him. Jeremy braced for an attack, but quickly realized she was… hugging him. 

She was hugging him, sobbing, and choked out the word “Jeremy.” 

Wait. He knew that voice. He had only heard it a few times in his life, few enough he could count them on one hand, but he knew it. “M-Ma?” he whispered. 

The woman- Sara Jane- Ma looked up at him, still crying. Her hands found his face as she observed him. “Y-yeah, sweetie, it’s me, it’s-it’s your ma,” she said. 

“Ma!” he laughed, tears of his own dancing down his cheeks. He hugged her back, practically lifting her off her feet. “Oh my God, Ma! I-I never thought I’d-” 

“Oh Jeremy, sweetie, look how tall you’ve gotten! Last I saw you, you fit in my arms! My baby, my handsome baby,” she spoke over him. She rubbed circles into his back as they embraced. It felt so, so right. 

Jeremy laughed even harder. “Are you kiddin’? I got it from you, you’re beautiful, Ma!” He stared at her, trying to commit every mole and wrinkle and perfect flaw to memory. “I can’t believe- oh my God, I’m actually meeting you!” 

“It was long overdue,” another voice said, as Raphael joined them on the front stoop. “I had put it off for safety reasons, but considering our current, ah, situation… I felt it was worth the risk.” 

Sara Jane squealed, pulling Raphael into the hug as well. “You’ve been taking good care of my boy, you promise me, Raphael?” 

“Don’t worry Ma, he’s the best dad I could ask for, considering,” Jeremy teased. 

“Oh, don’t I know it. Called me up last night and told me to get the whole motley crew together. Even managed to get Melvin to bring his twin daughters, bless his wife’s heart,” she explained. 

Jeremy blinked. “Uh- Melvin? Daughters?”

Sara Jane laughed. It sounded so much like Jeremy’s it practically hurt. This was his mother. Lord, he’s finally seeing her. “Melvin’s your older brother, sweetie. Eh, sixth oldest. Bobby’s the oldest.” 

“I have a brother?”

“Oh honey, you’re the youngest of eight,” Sara Jane said plainly. 

“...fuck,” Jeremy whispered. 

. . .

He didn’t just have seven brothers. He had seven brothers, four of which brought their wives, one who brought his boyfriend, and three who brought their kids. And the kids totaled to an additional six, counting the babies. 

It was… an admittedly tight squeeze in the living room. 

Sara Jane introduced Jeremy. Jeremy had been expecting to be treated like a stranger. He had vanished when he was a baby, after all, and his younger-older brothers probably wouldn’t remember him at all. 

And yet, it was like he knew them all his life. 

They teased him and punched him playfully and acted so friendly, so familial it nearly made Jeremy break down. He was still crying from meeting Ma, but being dogpiled with so much affection was suffocating. In a good way. He had seen on sitcoms the intrinsic bond between family, and while he felt it with Dad, they also risked their lives nearly daily. But it was real, it was here, and it was wrapping him in a warm blanket. 

Despite the chaos and the sheer number of people, Jeremy didn’t feel overwhelmed. He laughed and played along with their jokes, cracking some back when he could get a word in. Scott ragged on his dog tags, he countered by pointing out the hole in his pants. Michael told him he was still a shortass, he replied with “it takes one to know one.” Elliot and Ricky were the closest to actually getting hurt, and that was only because Jeremy elbowed them both so hard they nearly fell over. 

For the first time in 25 years, Jeremy understood what “home” meant. 

The kids were especially curious, eager to meet their uncle and step-grandfather. Within seconds, young Rebecca- only four years old- was challenging Jeremy to a race around the house. “I’m the fastest kid in the world,” she bragged, puffing out her chest. 

“Oh yeah?” Jeremy asked. “That a fact?”

“You wanna test me? I beat Johnny Three-Legs at running, and he’s got three legs!” Jeremy laughed and stood from the couch, letting her lead him outside. “On the count of three, OK?”

“You’re on, pipsqueak,” Jeremy teased.

“Onetwothree GO!” Rebecca yelled, taking off in a sprint. Jeremy knew that, by all accounts, he should beat her. His legs were longer, she didn’t have the proper running stance, and it was his job to be fast. That’s what he got paid to do. But some small voice was telling him to let her win, so he did. “Ha! I told ya!” 

“Ya sure did,” he replied, mock panting. “Look at you, a freaking blur on the green. You’re goin’ to the Olympics, kid.” 

Rebecca beamed and hugged his leg. “Promise, Uncle Jeremy?” He nodded because, after that display, there was no way he could speak without squeaking like a chew toy. 

Rebecca skipped back inside, past Raphael, who was watching on the stoop. “You’re a natural with children,” he observed. “I used to do the same thing when you were that age.” 

“Wait- wait, really? You sure fooled me,” Jeremy said. 

Raphael rolled his eyes. “What’s my job again, mon lapin?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Jeremy leaned against the railing, watching Raphael’s cigarette smoke in the wind. “Hey. Uh… thanks for arranging all of this. You really didn’t need to.”

“But I did. I meant it when I said this was overdue. I’ve been wanting to introduce you to the rest of the family for a while, but have been unable. Then that whole ordeal with the supposed tumors, and-” Raphael exhaled slowly. “It wouldn’t have been fair to you if you died without knowing them. I would’ve never forgiven myself.” 

Jeremy punched his shoulder lightly. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, pops. It all worked out, we’re still kicking, and that roast chicken Ma’s making smells incredible. Everything’s perfect.” 

Raphael finished his cigarette and smiled. “Oui. It is.” 

. . .

While Sara Jane had been able to get the rest of the family here, it was a school night. Kids needed to be tucked in by 9:30, so most of Jeremy’s brothers were gone by 8. Elliot was staying overnight, as was his boyfriend. Otherwise, the house quickly went from bustling to barren. 

It gave Jeremy a chance to explore his would-be childhood home.

He made his way upstairs, pushing open one of the doors. It led- to little surprise- to a bedroom. It was set up like a nursery, with a crib in one corner and a toddler bed in the other. Toys were scattered about across the floor. 

He heard Sara Jane sigh behind him. “This was your room, you know.” Jeremy turned to look at her as she flipped the light switch. “That crib… I had put you to bed the night your father planned to fake his death. I was in on the whole plan, naturally. He wanted to hold you one last time, so I said OK. When I woke up the next morning… you were both gone.” She exhaled slowly, grabbing onto his shoulder. “I wrote both of you off as dead, but I knew what had happened. Honestly, should’ve figured it out before then. You hadn’t woken me up crying,” she joked. Her eyes were watering. 

Jeremy hugged her, pulling her close. “You never took the crib down?” 

“By the time I was ready, Bobby’s wife was pregnant, so I kept it up for my grandbabies. I knew- I knew you were out there, sweetie. Both of you.” She kissed his cheek, squeezing him.

“I-I never got to be a normal kid, really,” he confessed. “I mean, Dad did his best, gave me comic books and board games and stuff, but-but I never went to school or made friends or anything like that. I-I didn’t even know I had a family. It took me forever to even realize I had a Ma. An-and everything I did-” The tears were flowing again, more freely than earlier. “Ya missed me losing my first tooth, and potty trainin’, and all that stuff parents should know about. I-I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

Sara Jane wiped his cheek dry. “Don’t apologize for what your father did, Jeremy. And definitely don’t apologize for me not potty training another kid. Besides… hold on, I’ll be right back.” She made her way down the hallway. Jeremy didn’t follow, instead deciding to examine the crib. This was where he grew up. It was a simple crib, obviously well-used. Not worn-down, mind, just… used. It had a history. A history that Jeremy wanted to decode, but unlike his dad’s ciphers, he didn’t have the key. 

“Took me a second to find it,” Sara Jane said. She handed him what appeared to be a scrapbook. “Raphael- he wrote when he can. Taught me some basic codes, would send out letters whenever you’d leave a town. Never left a return address, but…” Jeremy flipped through the pages, moving to sit on the small bed. The letters were all coded but appeared to be about how much Raphael missed Sara Jane. Updates on Jeremy’s growth. Letters from a father to his lover and son’s mother. 

One page jumped out to him, though. “I remember this,” he said, running his fingers against the paper. It was a simple drawing of a young boy, holding a catcher’s mitt, and a taller man next to him. “I drew this after Dad took me to my first baseball game, for my eighth birthday. I thought I lost the drawing after we skipped town, but- he sent them to you?”

Sara Jane nodded. “And I kept them all. Oh, honey, the day I first heard your voice on the phone- Mikey can tell you, I damn near fell over. You sounded so happy, and even if I couldn’t see you, that’s all a mother wants.” Jeremy leaned against her and she shut the book. “That’s all a mother wants, sweetie. To see her kids be safe and happy.” 

“I am, Ma,” he assured her. “I promise.” 

They sat like that for a while, with Sara Jane commenting on various letters and drawings in the scrapbook. Apparently, Raphael sent her money when he could- more frequently now that Mann Co. paid so well. She also had a rough idea of their current occupations. “I figure, if you and your father are working for the same company- with his skills, there’s gotta be a whole lot of nonsense going on out in that desert.” Jeremy laughed at that because she wasn’t wrong. “But I also figure since he raised you right, he’ll keep the both of you safe.” 

“I keep him safe too, don’t worry,” Jeremy added. “Uh- listen, it’s touching and all you kept the crib, but I don’t have to sleep in it, right?” 

They both had a good chuckle over that. Their laughs were in perfect harmony. 

. . .

The next two days were a mix of learning the family history and exploring Boston. It was the offseason, so there weren’t any games going on at Fenway, but Jeremy still got a picture in front of the park. Sara Jane took the pair to a restaurant that served “the best damn clam chowder in the contiguous United States.” Which, incidentally, led them to discover Jeremy was allergic to clams. Thankfully they didn’t have to go to the hospital- he just sort of immediately got sick before it passed- but it did suck.

It was damn good chowder, though. 

They went down to the harbor where the Boston Tea Party happened. It was crowded with people, resulting in them not staying long. Jeremy was a bit better with crowds than Raphael, but neither was great with them. Came with the job. Getting overpriced memorabilia from a nearby gift shop, though, went over much more smoothly. 

When not out on the town, Sara Jane dug out more scrapbooks and photo albums, catching Raphael up on what his stepsons had been up to. She showed Jeremy pictures from Ricky’s first school play to Scott opening up his butcher shop. Graduation pictures, wedding pictures, baby pictures- it was all there, and Jeremy devoured it. He wanted to know these people. He wanted to know his family. And he did. He learned about Michael’s stint in the Navy, Melvin meeting his wife, how Bobby’s son could dribble a basketball for twenty minutes straight. He learned about how his parents met. How Raphael loved each of Sara Jane’s children, even if they weren’t biologically his. How Jeremy wasn’t planned- few of the kids were - but they were both so, so happy to realize he was coming. 

He also learned that, while diner food would remain the undisputed king, homemade meatloaf came pretty close. 

. . .

The only problem came when it was time to leave. It wasn’t that Jeremy didn’t want to return to work, or leave his Ma behind. Sara Jane wasn’t even torn up over losing her son and lover again. It just felt like there was so much left to say, to do. There was uncertainty as to when they’d be able to return. “We get time off for Smissmas, I know that’s months away but I’ll be here, I promise,” Jeremy swore, hugging Sara Jane for the eighth time. 

“You better,” she said, squeezing him tightly. “You have 25 years worth of gifts to catch up on, not to mention birthday gifts-”

“Ma, you don’t have to go that far,” he whined. He was touched, sure, but the thought of that much luggage was truly frightening. Oh God, he was going to have to get gifts for everybody, wasn’t he? What do kids even want for Smissmas? 

“Hush, let me spoil my baby,” Sara Jane told him, kissing his cheek. “Oh, Jeremy…” 

Jeremy nodded. “I know, but I’ll call. I’ll write, too. Send pictures if I can.” 

“I’ll make sure he does,” Raphael assured her. Sara Jane stood to kiss his lips, with Jeremy looking away pointedly. “You have my word, ma petite chou-fleur.” 

“Alright, alright- now get going, I don’t want you two missing your flight. That boss of yours sounds like she’ll tear you both a new one if you’re late,” Sara Jane said, shooing them away. “Love you boys!” 

“I love you too, Ma!” Jeremy shouted back, for the very first time. 

The drive back to the airport was quiet. Jeremy stared out the window, watching his hometown- he had a hometown- pass by. “Hey, dad?” he asked, still looking outside. Raphael grunted to acknowledge he was listening. “One of these days, our contracts with Mann Co. are gonna expire. We’re gonna have to find new jobs.” 

“Yes, that’s correct,” Raphael said. He tapped a rhythm against the steering wheel. 

“And-and I was thinking when that time comes… maybe we could come back to Boston. Find some gigs out here,” Jeremy suggested. 

Raphael sighed. “Unfortunately, being a spy means that you don’t have the option of retiring, Jeremy. Not until you’re unable to complete your job. At that point, though, you’ve probably died a dozen times over,” he explained. “Even if I could retire, settling down somewhere so close to people I care about- I would still have enemies.” 

“Right. ‘Course,” Jeremy said. “It’s OK.” 

“That being said,” Raphael continued, “you have the luxury of youth and not being tied down to such a career. If you want to find a job in Boston after we finish with RED, there’s nothing stopping you.” 

“But people will still be after me, since I’m your son. And you wouldn’t be around.”

“Every child leaves their parents someday. And you’re strong, Jeremy. You can protect yourself and your family.” Raphael smiled. “I don’t believe Sara Jane needs much protecting, but I do worry.” 

Jeremy laughed. “I mean, did ya see the muscles on Scott and Michael? Guys can probably bench press a tractor!” 

They both chuckled before settling into quietude. Eventually, though, Jeremy had to break the silence. His voice was barely above a whisper. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, mon lapin.”

“...so your nickname for Ma is fucking ‘little cauliflower?’ What the hell, Dad?” 

[fluideli123]

Ah! Anything is fine? But if you need a specific thing ummmm Donnie and Mikey and their stories??! The gang finding out about gender and systems? Idk :3

Oooooo!! Okay, I can do this without spoiling too much, I believe!!

1) So, I've got most of their main plots and ideas for Donnie and Mikey's stories in my series written down! Donnie, not so much since I'm not sure what a major issue for him will be since, throughout each story in the series, everyone overcomes a challenge, though it's not as intense or as grand as the centric brother. And through Leo's, Raph's, and Mikey's stories, Donnie has some of his issues addressed, and I'm struggling to pinpoint a big one that would still be prominent throughout them all.

But for Mikey, I have most of the overarching plot ideas done! While Leo's story is about Queerness and Raph's will be about being a System, Mikey's will be about Disabilities! As you probably know from reading or the tags on my fic, I write the boys with many different kinds of disabilities. Splinter was really good about supporting his son's needs when they were younger, and they were aware of each other's needs since forever, it seems. But when a new disability enters their lives, it causes problems, especially for the youngest.

I won't say what it is for surprise reasons (though you can probably pick up what it could be throughout both Leo and Raph's fics since I foreshadow it), but I think about it a lot.

The idea that the youngest bro of the family goes through a major change, and having that change reflect his issues about being babied? It just consumes my thoughts often, all the fucking time, actually. Because Raph couldn't even allow Mikey to go to an auction house alone in Hot Soup: The Game, how will he react to his baby brother of the family acquiring a new disability? How about Donnie and Leo? They've never babied him before the same way Raph does in the show, but is there a point where they might? Do they have internalized ableism? Something from the past? Something from Leo and Raph's fics that might change this? Is it another reason altogether?

It's just a fun thought to entertain!

2) I plan on diving more in-depth about the fam and them finding out about the Shard System in Raph's fic and Queerness in Leo's fic, but I'd like to talk about April for this!

April met them when the Shard System was something no one knew about, but it was still very apparent when you spoke with Raph or someone who was fronting pretending to be Raph. She was there with the rest of the brothers learning about Raphael's experiences, the amnesia, and learning to get used to the idea that someone they knew had more than one person in them.

She was really ecstatic about it when Splinter figured out a name for it, along with Donnie. Though, they were excited for different reasons.

April, being the weirdo magnet she is, was happy because it was like when she first met the turtles for the very first time: It's strange, kind of scary, definitely not something she sees all the time, and she wants nothing more than to get to know about it more. Plus, it was still her friend, and she wanted nothing more than to help him and his head buddies out if anyone were to pull something sneaky about it.

Especially since Donnie was excited to pull out experiment after experiment to see what he could learn, which was put to a stop since it made Raph feel less like a being and more like an object. Donnie did this a few times when they were younger, accident or not, and he still struggles with it. But it's one of those things no one can pull in their family without April bursting out of nowhere brandishing her bat. Even if it's Donnie, maybe even especially if it was Donnie, LMAO.

As for Queerness, April knew she was attracted to girls since she was in Elementry School, if not before then, so she was their first open and honest introduction to queerness in their younger years before the present time where SAA is set in.

They used to ask her many questions, and she always enjoyed answering them! Especially since they seemed to be the only ones interested in it since everyone in her family other than her parents weren't. April even went through a phase of researching and reading books about queerness with Mikey since he was always a History Nerd(TM).

April used to go to public libraries and check out books for them to go through together after school or at sleepovers they'd have. And she used to talk about all the problems of being an out lesbian kid, something Mind themself usually got forced to the front to deal with when it distressed April to a point that Raph couldn't deal with. It was also something the boys made sure to never add onto and always made sure they could let April be as queer as she wanted. Queer safe space was definitely the turtle household, especially with Splinter's help.

[starrynite7114]

TikTok: Divorce Challenge

A/N: I know, I have so many other requests to do, but this one was quick and fun! I promise, I really am making my way through the requests. I’m sorry you all have been waiting long, but I’m trying to make my way though them! I truly appreciate the requests I’ve received. The fact you all trust me to make your idea come to life is very awesome. Thank you! <3

The first of the TikTok challenge, the Divorce challenge!

Enjoy!

Word Count: 615

Masterlist

Request tagged list: @justahopelessssromantic : @ifoundmyhappythought : @carlaangel86 : @woahitslucyylu : @encounterthepast : @enamoured-x : @thewarriorprincessxo : @briana-mishell24 : @bribri-82 : @chibsytelford : @agirllovespasta : @twistnet : @everyhowlmarksthedead : @trulysuccubus : @jadert15 : @sammskellington : @cind-in-real-life :  @claytoncardenasbabymama : @sadeyesgf : @thickemadame : @summertimesadnesswithadashofsass : @gemini0410 : @elcococruz : @samcrobae : @sesamepancakes : @iambabyharry : @blackmissfrizzle : @mrs-losa : @1-800-imagines : @phoenixhalliwell : @lady-pswrld : @dazzledamazon  : @getyourcrayoncas : @fvckthisbxtchup : @lukealvxz : @scuzmunkie : @lilac-tea-time : @danie1432 : @cocotheclown : @soaronmywings : @my-rosegold-soul : @buttercup812 : @itskiranbitch : @angelreyesgirl : @sheeshgivemeabreak : @vicmackeybullshxt : @bigcreatorwombatdreamer : @khyharah : @strawberrywritings : @cherry-icetea : @fuzzy-jellyfish : @losolvidad0s : @brownsugarcoffy : @courtrae89 : @prdsdjarin : @blessedboo : @marvelmaree : @enamouravecleslivresetlechocolat : @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead : @thesandbeneathmytoes : @dark-twisted-and-mechanical-mind : @maddie-georges : @pearlkitten33 : @aquamento : @incorrect-mcdanno​ : @that-chick212​ : @rebel-without-cause-x​ : @inscribeddiatribes​ : @kaystacks17​ : @mindless-x-dreaming​

If you would like to be added for the tag list, let me know!

Ever since quarantine, you were not ashamed to say that TikTok has been your form of entertainment, especially after a hard shift at work. You were a respiratory therapist at Santo Padre Community Hospital. While COVID did not hit your hospital hard, that didn’t mean there were no patients. Extra shifts and long hours, which was why TikTok provided you a form of distraction.

You made an account and made a few of the dancing video trends with your co-workers.

With your first day off after a stretch of five, all you wanted to do was spend it with your husband of four years, Angel and your son Thiago, who was five and your youngest son Raphael, who was two. 

There were a few trends you wanted to try with Angel and the first one was simple.

‘If we got divorced, what three things would you take with you?’

Currently, Thiago was down for a nap while Angel had Raphael in his arms as he rummaged through the pantry for some snacks.

“Babe, if we were to divorce, what three things would you take with you?” You questioned Angel, partaking in the latest TikTok trend. You held your phone, pointing it at Angel. 

“What?” Angel looked out from the pantry, Raphael mimicking his actions.

You held back your laughter. “If we were to divorce, what three things would you take with you?”

“That’s cute.” Angel chuckled, going back to what he was doing.

“What’s cute?”

“Baby, you ain’t leaving me.” Angel was holding your two year old son, shaking his head. “Mama thinks she can leave papi, can you believe that?” He stepped out of the pantry with some Hot Cheetos. “We signed a contract baby, you’re in it for the long haul.”

“Come on Angel, it’s a video.” You pouted, knowing you’re husband would participate when he saw it.

“Okay, I’ll take you, your crazy ass when you’re pissed, and your horny ass when you want me.”

“Angel!”

You stopped recording, placing the phone down. Angel opened the bag of Hot Cheetos and grabbed the cream cheese from the fridge since he knew how you liked to eat your Hot Cheetos.

“You okay too much babe.” Angel shook his head, placing Raphael on the counter. “That word isn’t allowed in this house, you know that. You’re stuck with me. Forever.”

You giggled at that. “Forever is a long time.”

“We signed a binding contract, baby. We got kids, this is till death do us part. And even in the afterlife I’ll come looking for you.” Angel has always been an intense man who gave his all in a relationship. You’ve been together a total of six years and every day, Angel made you feel as loved as he always had, at times a little bit more. He was devoted to you and your little family. You could not have asked for a better husband. “You’re my soulmate, the only person who truly gets me.”

“You know I feel the same about you babe.” He wasn’t upset, but you didn’t think that question would bring this up. Walking over to him, you pulled him down for a quick kiss. “I love you mi Rey.”

“I love you mi reina.” Angel had a hold on Raphael who was eating the animal crackers Angel grabbed for him. He grabbed your ass, causing you to slightly jump. 

“Angel!”

“See, for that question, you own me at least four orgasms. What would I take if we divorce,” Angel scoffed. “I’d take your shoe collection, the kids and your car, just so you’ll chase after me.”

You laughed at that.

There was never a dull day in the Reyes household.

[ms-rampage]

Hello. I have a little request on the Supernatural. Y/n is an Archangel. After y/n gets pregnant and gives birth, she tries to live a quiet life. Lucifer lives with them. You can ask imagine, where Y/n is forced to look after not only her restless child, but also Lucifer, who behaves like a big child. Please.

Sure!! That sounds like something I would enjoy writing!! 😁😁. I hope you enjoy!!!. Also the baby is he/she.

A Baby's Need

Lucifer & Female reader

Note: Since the reader is an Archangel, and so is Lucifer. I made them two brother and sister. Also I put a bit of Y/n's back story as an Archangel.

Also: This made me want to write a series if there were a 5th (female) Archangel that I'm gonna post shortly.

Requested: by @aida690adriana

After you had baby AJ, you had to live your life on the down low, get away and raise your child. Being an Archangel and also a single mother is something you'd thought you'd never have.

The first few months of the baby's life were pretty tough, you were constantly changing diapers, fed the baby every 2 hours. Little AJ was completely restless. You're living out in a rural area in Colorado several miles away from the city. Your closest neighbor was a mile in a half away from your home.

Your child, AJ, who you're 100% sure is a Nephilim, is 9 months old. You'd never thought you'd get pregnant because you're an Archangel, and when you found out, you had to get away. Away from Heaven, away from other angels, away from Chuck. Live a quiet normal human life.

Fornicating with humans is a big no-no, completely frowned upon in Cloud City. Everything was going great in your life, before you had the baby and a bit after you had the baby, then your big brother Lucifer found you and your son/daughter. Practically moving in with you, and now you have to deal with two babies. For the love of dad *face palm*.

He maybe "The Devil", and "The Fallen Angel" but he happens to be a bigger baby than your actual baby. A literal child. Without his powers he's completely helpless.

"Y/n!!!!" he whines from the living room, as you feed AJ his/her bottle at the kitchen table, "Y/n!! Y/n!!! Y/n!!!".

You sigh, setting the bottle down and get up to see what he wants. "What is it Lucifer?!?" you ask.

He looks up at you with a pout on his lips, "I'm bored!" he whines, flailing his arms. Stomping his feet like a child. Seeing the mess he made from whatever it was that he was eating. When was the last time this man child left the house? .

You just shrug, "Okay? What do you want me to do about it?".

"I don't know, I'm just bored!!" he continues to whine, slouching on the couch. His hair a blonde, frizzy mess.

You sometimes can't believe you're related to this celestial. Yeah he's your brother and you love him, but he's just a pain in the ass. At least with Gabriel, or even Castiel they would try to help you, their sister, and raise their nephew/niece.

"You know Lucifer you didn't have to come looking for me" you tell him as you sit down on the couch, still holding AJ, "I'm capable on taking care of myself and my child".

He gives you a mocking look, "Welp, I got tired of being in Heaven and I got bored in Hell. So I wanted to go look for my little sister" he tells you, playfully nudging your arm.

You roll your eyes, and scoff "Did you though?".

He nods, "Yeah!".

You narrow your eyes at him, "Did you though?"

Rolling his eyes at you, drooping his shoulders back, "Yes I did!".

You give him a "serious" look with a raised eyebrow "Lucifer? Did you though?".

He scoffs, playfully hitting your shoulder, "You're annoying".

You retaliate, hitting him back "You're annoying".

"You're annoying!" he says, poking your shoulder.

"You're a child!" you tell him, poking his shoulder. He sticks his tongue out at you, "See you're a child!".

You two go back and forth with the "You're annoying's" "You're a child" and hitting/poking each others shoulders.

You and Lucifer always had a good brother, sister relationship before he was cast out of Heaven, after that you lost communication with him until he found you and AJ. When he found you, he was low on grace and you had to take care of him. Nurturing him back to health, all that while taking care of your restless baby and now your older child brother.

You're the youngest out of the Archangels, and to top it off the only female. First was Michael, then Lucifer, Raphael, Gabriel then you, Archangel Y/n. Technically you and Gabriel are twins but that's another story for another time. It's debatable according to Chuck.

You figured you have 4 older brothers and thought they'd be protective of you because you're their little sister. Wrong!, sort of. You still remember the day Chuck introduced you to your 4 older brothers before all the other angels were created/born.

Michael didn't really seem fond of you, neither did Raphael. Gabriel was just glad he wasn't the youngest but you two had an inseparable bond, Lucifer kept his distance from you but you grew on him, but he still saw you as the annoying little sister.

When he rebelled and was about to be cast out of Heaven, you came to his defense. Surpised that you defended him, and tried to convince your father, God, to let him stay in Heaven.

After he was cast out, you and Michael were at each others throats. Telling him that he betrayed his own family, defending Lucifer with every chance you got, if it weren't for Gabriel you probably would've gotten cast out too.

You two were both tired of seeing your brothers fight. Then Gabe left Heaven, leaving you behind not even asking you (his twin, possibly) to go with him, Raphael was disconnected from everything, and you left Heaven not long afterwards. You knew the consequences but you took the leap of faith and left.

Trying to adjusting to a human life, trying not to use your powers unless it was 100% necessary, then you met a nice guy, you two bonded, you had sex for the first time and then next thing you knew you were pregnant. You didn't know what to think of it and you told him the news.

The dude panicked, and bailed on you, leaving you by yourself. Just like your brothers and father did. Scared and not used to the human life, you hid away from everyone and everything. You made yourself forget about that man because you knew his time will come eventually. Afraid of the angels getting to you and your child.

When Lucifer found your whereabouts, he tracked you down and eventually found you, because he knew his brothers wouldn't want anything to do with him, neither would Heaven, but he knew you would. The one who came to his defense centuries ago, the one who tried to convince their father to let him stay.

"Why don't you be an uncle and hold AJ" you tell him, holding out your son/daughter to him.

He sneers at the infant, but grabs him/her holding him/her in his arms. Looking back and forth from you and your child.

"What am I supposed to do?!?" he asks, confused. Furrowing his eyebrows at you.

"Talk to him/her" you tell him, then you get up to go clean the kitchen because that's what humans do apparently.

He looks at AJ not knowing what to do or say, "Hey how's going?" he asks the infant. Making his/her typical baby sounds. Cooing and fussing in his hands.

"Can you speak?" he asks, "Talk. Speak to me! C'mon tiny human". He continues to babble to him/her, trying to get the 9 month old infant to speak to him.

You hear him talk to AJ from the kitchen, and a smile grows on your face. From hearing your big brother bond with his nephew/niece.

"Talk to me goose!" he continues to get the baby to talk to him, "What do you know of your speices?".

You laugh a little to yourself, then you hear him groan in disgust.

"Oh my dad!" he exclaims "Y/n!!!".

You go to the living room, and see him holding AJ away from him. Looking grossed out.

"Humans are disgusting!" he groans, "Why!!".

You take AJ from him, who is laughing and giggling. You check his/her diaper, Lucifer mocks the baby's laughter which only makes him/her giggle more.

"He/she pooped" you tell him, laughing. He gags in disgust, acting like a child who ate nasty vegetables for the first time. Crossing his arms, pouting on the couch.

You changed AJ's diaper, and since Lucifer is incapable of taking care of himself because of his lack of powers. You're practically forced to take care of your big brother, making sure he eats and sleeps. You still have some of your powers but you refuse to use them unless its necessary to do so.

You sometimes ask yourself if you're the 2nd eldest Archangel because of how Lucifer asks, like a child, a giant man celestial child. Him and AJ have a lot in common they're both babies, they make messes, they sleep a lot and they wake you up from your sleep.

They also constantly need to be bathed, but Lucifer can do that on his own. You learned how to cook from YouTube videos and recipes off of Pinterest. Wash clothes, and all other human activities and chores back when it was just you and AJ.

You clean up after both of them, because The Devil is still a rookie at cleaning up after himself and cleaning in general, not taking the human life very easily. He whines about everything but luckily you tolerate and put up with his childish behavior.

[remmushound]

Beyond the Bay Chapter 13: Home Alone?

Summary: Mikey is home (almost) alone and trying to get up to no good, but there is someone stopping him from leaving

Tags: @brightlotusmoon @selfindulgenz @digitl-art-monstr @ilo-artistry

Content warning: featuring dementia, swears, mentions of demons

Mikey hated everything in that moment. He hated that he was alone in a quiet lair while his brothers got to go off on an adventure. He hated how his muscles ached and how his mind was still fuzzy like lint had clogged it up. He hate how small the buttons were on this damned remote and how he kept pressing the wrong ones—

Mrrp, said Klunk with a tilt of his head; the head tilt made him lose his balance and tumble over onto his back. Now that was something Mikey could never be mad about. He leaned down and scooped the kitten up in his hand.

“Oh Klunk.” Mikey put Klunk on his chest and left his hand hovering, ready to catch the kitten should he fall. “This is so boring. Isn’t this boring?”

Mahhh, said Klunk.

“Well what would you know? You’re a cat.”

Prrrb, said Klunk.

“Yeah…” Mikey relented, sinking deeper into the couch, “You’re right.

Meep, said Klunk. He rubbed his head against Mikey’s hand for a fraction of a moment before jumping over it. He landed hard on the ground, but recovered enough to wobble off. Mikey watched Klunk go until he could see the kitten no more.

“Et tu, Brute?” Mikey sighed. This day just kept getting worse! 

His eyes began to wander away from the TV. This environment was still strange and foreign to him, the walls feeling so tight that he thought he might pop if they squeezed any harder. It had only been a day but he was already feeling homesick. His lair had wide open rooms and high ceilings where he could skate and run around and play with his ball. If he tried any of that here, he’d break everything in this place and probably himself too. He didn't see himself skating any time soon anyway.

How long ago had his brothers left? It felt like hours, but when he checked the clock it hadn’t even been one! They were taking forever and Mikey wasn’t sure how much of the silence he could take. He could move his body now with little pain, and even if he was a bit stiff he was still leagues ahead of an average human. If someone as big and obvious as Raphael could thrive in this city without being spotted, then so could Mikey! In the heat of his thoughts, his mind was immediately made up. Even if his brothers and friends came back before he had returned, he would have still gotten to see the beauty of the city! He was willing to take any punishment, even the hashi, for the promise of adventure! Splinter was busy meditating and Yoshi was in his room, so if Mikey wanted to escape it had to be now!

Mikey pushed himself to his feet, forcing his muscles to obey him. If he could spent twelve hours in the hashi with aching muscles and straining will, he could do this too. He wanted to! The ladder that he had seen the other turtles climb with all the effort it took to breathe seemed to stretch out before Mikey in an eternity, the end lost in shadows. His vision spiraled with vertigo and he almost fell before he forced himself to look down and breathe. He could do this. He could do this! A ladder had nothing on him!

He grabbed one of the bars.

“Hello?”

Mikey’s blood went cold at the voice. A low voice of slow hesitance, speaking in a Japanese tongue instead of an english one. 

“Hello?” The voice called again.

Mikey turned his head slowly toward the call. It was coming from the hallway on the opposite side of the living room, and in that hallway was Yoshi. The gray rat relied heavily on the wall, his tail dragging without any conscious effort to hold it up off the ground. Mikey froze. His body tensed as it expected to be grabbed around the ankle and tossed by an agitated father, but nothing like that happened. In fact, even though Yoshi was looking at him, it didn't seem Yoshi actually saw him.

He could still go. He could still leave without getting caught but for some reason he didn't. Yoshi didn't move from his spot and neither did Mikey. The box turtle jumped when the sudden hum of the heater rumbled to life. It dislodged a piece of lint from somewhere under the couch and the lint was carried on the breeze until it ended up at Yoshi’s feet. Yoshi’s lack of expression didn't change as he turned down to look at whatever it was that was tickling him.

The rat’s next breath gave out shaky, more like a whimper than anything else. His feet shuffled backward, trying to escape the lint as it clung to him stubbornly and followed. Scuffling across the ground with such urgency, he stumbled over himself. First his feet, and then tripping over his own tail. Mikey was there to catch the rat before he had even begun to fall.

“Careful Yoshi!”

Yoshi gave another frustrated whine and kept trying to evade the lint as it blew past him. Mikey didn't know what to do, so he just stood there and watched, keeping Yoshi away from what agitated him. Now that Mikey was so close to Yoshi, he started to notice more changes in the rat he once knew well. Yoshi’s fur felt oily and stuck up in spiked instead of lying flat, like he was in a permanent state of anxiety. His hair had the same greasy look of his fur and, now Mikey was essentially holding the rat, he could feel Yoshi had several layers on despite the lair’s heat.

“Hey sensei, why you got so much on?” Mikey asked, his immediate instinct to start to strip some of the jackets and scarves off.

Yoshi shoved against Mikey and, for fear of hurting the small rat if he held on, it was all Mikey could do to let Yoshi escape. The gaunt rat scrambled for his freedom the moment he was able to.

“Aren't you hot?” Mikey called.

“I have to get to set.” Yoshi said, hurriedly fixing buttons into the wrong holes. When he began to climb the ladder, Mikey was quick to get in his way.

“No can do Yosh, you don’t work anymore.” Mikey said in Japanese tongue.

Yoshi took a few steps back, straining his neck to look up and up at the massive box turtle. For the first time since he entered the room, Yoshi’s expression distorted from the stiff disinterest, his eyebrows knitting together and mouth dropped open. He blinked, and his eyes were darting around the room following invisible threats.

“Who are you?” Said Yoshi, and his words wavered between English and Japanese as he yelled them at Mikey. “Where are my sons?”

“Hey, it’s okay dude— Er, sensei dude. They just went out on a mission.” Mikey did his best to reassure.

“When will they be back?”

“I don’t know.” Mikey said, and he only watched as Yoshi wandered past him.

“Y-you need to go before my sons get back. This is my house!”

“I know, I’m just visiting!” Mikey said, breaking from his still curse enough to pursue Yoshi as the rat left at a quick lumbering pace. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” 

Yoshi didn't respond. Mikey recognized the path Yoshi was taking toward the kitchen.

“Are you hungry? Do you want food?”

Yoshi stopped, shaking his head slightly as an open-mouthed smile came to him. “Yes.”

Mikey, now having some sort of game plan in mind, continued to follow Yoshi until they reached the kitchen. He first set up chamomile to boil before reheating lunch from previous night. Mikey turned to help Yoshi into his chair but the rat was already there, scratching absently at his fur. Looking closer still and Mikey could see patches of fur missing, skin rubbed so raw from scratching that he was bleeding. His clung loosely sound his bone with very little fat or muscle to define his figure. Ten minutes later, Mikey was sitting at the table with Yoshi watching the old rat while he ate; well, it was more like ***poked*** than ate. Yoshi was using his chopsticks to clink against the plate, moving the gyoza around like a sliding toy.

“Aren’t you hungry Yoshi?” Mikey asked, pointing at the plate.

Prompted by the words, Yoshi made an attempt to pick up a gyoza, and just as quickly dropped the gyoza and one of his chopsticks. He picked up the chopstick and tried again, and again. Each time, he’d either drop the chopstick or the food or both. Once the gyoja even fell from his mouth and splatted onto his lap; Mikey was quick to clean it up, but there was still a sauce stain remaining of the third layer of robes that had been forced on.

Yoshi seemed to finally realize he had tea, though it had long since gone cold. He reached over and grabbed the mug in both paws, but that didn't stop it from slipping out of his hands and spilling its entirety over his lap. The rat hissed, reaching to try and swipe it off by himself until Mikey sped over with a towel and worked urgently to pat him dry. Yoshi tried to help, but Mikey was quick to shut him down.

“Okay, lunch over.” Mikey said even though Yoshi hadn’t eaten even a single bite. He placed his hand in the small of Yoshi’s back like he had seen Raphael do the previous day, working to guide Yoshi back toward his room. Yoshi complied for a short time, then started to hesitate and drag his feet.

“Who are you?” Asked Yoshi, expression tight, “Where are my sons?”

“...let’s get you back to bed, Yoshi.”

Mikey placed Yoshi back in his room and turned off the light, hoping that would be enough to encourage the old man to go back to sleep. He gave a farewell bow to Yoshi and closed the door. It hadn’t been that long, he reasoned. Maybe he could still get some exploring done before his brothers got back! He went back into the living room, back to the ladder that more resembled a marathon to him. Fixing Yoshi the wasted food had only served to make his soreness worse, but he could do this. He could—

“Hello?”

Mikey turned around, and Yoshi was standing there in the hallway, leaning into the wall just as he had before. Mikey gave a long sigh. His dad certainly wasn’t doing a good job taking care of Yoshi like he had promised to do.

“Yoshi, you’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“I can’t.” Said Yoshi, “There’s a man in my room.”

In the half minute it took Mikey to get from the living room to Yoshi’s bedroom, he blacked out. His mind registered nothing except needing to get to that room, and only once he was there did his mind start to kick into overdrive. Nunchaku in hand, he took a stand in the doorway using the wall as a shield, his peripheral senses reaching out into the room searching for movement or danger. He didn't move, nor breathe, and neither did anything in Yoshi’s room. Just the steady gurgle of his fish tank’s filter as it worked, the new occupant (a beautiful shubunkin goldfish named Cleo) bobbing happily in her water. Mikey didn't let his guard down, even as he entered the room with his weapon swinging in his left hand; he could still hardly close his right hand.

He worked to clear the room, looking under every surface that could possibly be hiding anything living. The longer he searched, the more confused he became when he found nothing out of place in the entirety of the room. He turned on the light and took another glance, finding only the normal stuff. Bed, closet, clothes piled up ready to be sorted. The fish was still swimming happily around in her tank, and Yoshi’s bed was still made up as if he hadn’t even been laying on it. One of the piles of clothes were disturbed, but it had been like that when he had brought Yoshi in the first time; Mikey figured that was the pile Yoshi had dressed himself with.

Yoshi was in the doorway now. For someone slowed by age, it seemed he still had the habit of sneaking up on people.

“Yoshi, where was the man?” Mikey asked.

“There.” Yoshi said, pointing to the pile of tossed clothes, “He’s there!”

Mikey frowned. “Yoshi, that’s just clothes.”

“No! No, he’s right there!” Yoshi’s voice grew high-pitched in his agitation, “He has no hair and his eyes are green!”

Mikey stared at the clothes, trying to see what Yoshi was seeing. An impulse struck him and he turned off the lights, and like a blanket of evil, shadows swallowed the room and turned the pile into a demon. A dark shape looming in the corner, its presence seeming to reach out and trace a chilling claw across the ambiance of the room. Mikey turned the light back on, and the demon turned back into clothes.

“Ah. I see him now.” Mikey said, a smile coming naturally to his face as he played up his expressions and gestures for the sake of Yoshi, “What are you doing in here? You’re not supposed to be in here!”

Mikey strutted confidently over to the pile of clothes and gathered them up in his arms, yanking them away and making sure Yoshi could see him.

“You get out of here and let Mister Yoshi sleep!” Mikey dropped the clothes on The other side of the door, dusting his hands clean, “There. Don’t you move, mister, I’m not done with you!”

Mikey closed the door and guided Yoshi carefully over to his bed, this time making sure Yoshi got into it and was covered.

“Don’t worry, Yoshi, I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you again.”

“Thank you…” Yoshi breathed his relief.

Mikey left Yoshi in the bed and shut off the lights before closing the door and melting into giggles. He gathered the clothes up in his arms and carried them with him, not quite sure what he was going to do with them but he was sure he’d figure it out. He got as far as the stairs before stopping dead.

The sound of footsteps fading away met his ears, and the shadow of a fleeing humanoid was disappearing down the lit tunnel that led to Donatello’s room. It was only a momentary glance, but it was enough for Mikey to be certain in what he had seen. The clothes fell from his arms and littered the stairs like fallen snow.

Mikey screamed.

[banrionceallach]

Reverse AU Crowley/Harry Omens Short

This will only make sense if you’ve read both my main fic and my scraps on AO3. Posting it anyway.

Raphael is still here.

He is still here and he keeps smiling at Aziraphale all the time.

Aziraphale keeps smiling back.

Crowley hates it.

He is not jealous, he tells himself, as he watches Raphael sit on a couch in the back of the bookshop. Raphael is currently pouring over an arcane text that Aziraphale thinks might solve the ‘angel from an alternate universe’ problem.

Crowley has known Aziraphale for six thousand years. He has argued and dined with and gotten drunk with the angel innumerable times. They’re best friends. Aziraphale walked into hell for him and sassed Michael into the bargain. He knows Aziraphale loves him. They are raising (another) child together, for Someone’s sake.  Some alternate universe angel is not going to change that.

Even if he is basically a better version of Crowley.

Stupid angelic tosser. With his stupid round pupils and his stupid white wings and his stupid long braided hair that Aziraphale spent a whole minute complimenting after lunch.

( It is just possible that Crowley is trying to grow his hair out as quickly and discreetly as possible.)

Currently Crowley is alone with the Archangel Bloody Raphael, because the aforementioned child that Crowley and his angel are raising together had a sleepover with the former antichrist and Aziraphale has gone to Tadfield to pick him up and also consult the local witch on their Alternate Universe Angel problem. Normally picking up Harry from a friend’s house is something Crowley does in the Bentley, but today the knowledge that that would have left Aziraphale alone with Raphael for over an hour had made him strongly suggest that Aziraphale should go, and use the opportunity to consult the witch.

Crowley really hopes Book Girl has something. He doesn’t know how much more of the archangel’s presence he can take without jumping across the room and trying to claw his stupid perfect eyes out.

He notices the other red-head has put down his book and is looking at him with narrowed eyes.

“What are you looking at?” he demands.

Raphael shrugs innocently. “I was just surprised you didn’t go to Tadfield instead of Aziraphale.” He waves a hand at the piles of esoteric text cluttered around the room. “It would have been more efficient for you to bring Anathema here while we continued to research, wouldn’t it?”

“Leaving Aziraphale alone with you?” Crowley snaps, with rather more honesty than he prefers. “Not likely!”

Raphael arches a fine auburn eyebrow. “Are you always this possessive?” he asks and damn him, there is actual genuine concern in his tone. Who is he to be concerned about Aziraphale? He has his own version, yes? That he should be wanting to get back to? A tiny part of Crowley still doubts that. He can’t imagine a demon Aziraphale, can’t imagine Aziraphale Falling.

It hurts to think about.

“Possessive?” Crowley sputters, wrenching his mind away from the possibility of a horrified spiral into guilt. “I am not!”

And the thing is, he isn’t. Not usually. But of course, it occurs to him, it’s been rather easy to not be possessive when he can be safe in the knowledge that no one else on the planet has a hope of competing for Aziraphale’s affection. Not humans, not other demons, definitely not other angels.

Except now, there is another angel. An angel who never fell, still bathing in Her favour. With Crowley’s face. And, key point, without the more demonic attributes caused by the Fall.

He is polite and gentle and exudes a puppy-like bouncy enthusiasm and he keeps smiling at Aziraphale and Crowley hates everything about him.

“Really?”

“Really,” Crowley snaps back, baring his fangs. “I am concerned for his safety. For all I know, this could still be some trick by Above and Below to attack us. You could be in on it.”

“You really are very suspicious, aren’t you?” Raphael says, grinning like Crowley has just said something amusing.

“Demon,” Crowley snaps. “Goes with the job description. Suspicious, sly, evil demon.” He notes with satisfaction that his blunt reference to his status makes Raphael go pale and twitch slightly. Good.

“You’re not that demonic,” Raphael says softly after a moment, giving him a considering look. “I think Azirafell is worse. Better, I mean. At demoning.”

This is too much.

Crowley snarls and surges to his feet. “I,” he hisses, “am the Serpent in the Garden. The Fall of Man? Humanity exiled from Eden never to return? That was me. For six-thousand years I was Hell’s favourite demon. Don’t go thinking I am soft!”

Of course, it’s at this moment that Harry runs into the room, having just got back from Tadfield. “Dad! Dad! Is it true?”

Crowley draws his fangs back in so fast there’s an almost audible click. “Is what true?”

Harry is about to reply when he spots Raphael. Raphael stares at him, wide-eyed. Harry stares back, fascinated.

“Wow,” the nearly-thirteen-year-old breathes. “You really do look just like Dad! Weird!” Then Harry frowns. “Why don’t you have the cool eyes, though?”

Crowley flips from cursing Harry’s sense of timing to grinning widely. He and his angel have the Best Son. Objectively. It is fact.

Raphael makes a strangled noise. “Dad?” he manages to wheeze, still staring at Harry.

They had not mentioned Harry up until now as a precaution. Just in case Raphael was part of a plot against them. Watching Raphael almost choke in shock, Crowley is extra glad they’d not mentioned the young wizard.

He still has to squash the urge to snap ‘yes, this is our son’ in his most smug tone of voice. Crowley loves Harry and is not under any circumstances going to use him to score against the annoying stupid archangel who will be punted back to his own universe as soon as possible.

So instead he just waves, wiggling his fingers insouciantly at the Archangel. “That’s me.”

(It’s also Aziraphale, as well as James Potter, sadly deceased. People who start talking to Harry when he mentions his father soon learn to be alert for context clues.)

Raphael coughs, clearing his throat. “You’ve . . . adopted a child?” he says weakly.

“That’s right,” beams Aziraphale, who has just walked into the room behind Harry.

“Stole,” Crowley corrects. “We stole him. Evil, remember.”

“More like rescued,” says Harry, the little traitor. Raphael gives him a watery smile.

It turns out that (to Crowley’s great relief) Aziraphale has brought back a way to get Raphael home. Unfortunately, the ritual to do it takes hours to set up.

Raphael spends most of that time trying not to stare at Harry. He doesn’t really succeed.

Eventually, since they are now guaranteed to be archangel-free very soon, Crowley grudgingly explains how Harry came to be living with them.

Raphael is appalled.

“What do you mean, this headmaster knew and just left him with those people for ten years?” he hisses, his golden eyes narrow with outrage.

“He’d convinced himself that the blood ward was the only resort,” Aziraphale explains.

“Bullshit,” snaps Raphael and for a second Crowley almost likes him.

“Quite,” Aziraphale says. “We were less than happy with the state of affairs ourselves.”

“No kidding,” the archangel mutters.  Right,” he says decisively. “Is that circle ready to get me home? I need to take a quick trip to Surrey. Just to check on something.”

It is possible, Crowley thinks, as Raphael steps into the circle and disappears in a flash, that the archangel will find that there is no alternate Harry. Or perhaps there’s no alternate Voldemort. Or Dumbledore. Who knows?

***

Harry Potter, aged almost thirteen, ran from Number 4 Privet Drive, his suitcase and his owl’s travelling cage thumping beside him. His could feel his heart jumping in his chest. He had never been so angry in his life. Why had he listened to Aunt Marge? Why hadn’t he done the smart thing and excused himself to the loo when she’d started to talk?

What was he going to do now?

A noise and sudden light, caught his attention. It was a car, approaching fast. When it reached Harry, it skidded to a stop. He backed away, fumbling for his wand.

Then the passenger’s window rolled down, and a man’s head emerged. “Hello,” the man said in a cheerful voice. “Harry, isn’t it?”

Harry gasped and backed away further.

“Look,” said the man, “I don’t normally get involved in these things, but my friend here” – he waved vaguely towards the driver, a man with long waves of red hair- “seems to think you need help.” The man squinted at Harry. “And from the looks of it, he’s right.”

An enraged roar, familiar to Harry, echoed out of the night.

Uncle Vernon, furious and getting closer.

“Alright,” said the driver, speaking for the first time, “that’s enough of that.”

Harry heard the sound of clicking fingers and suddenly found himself in the car’s back seat with Hedwig’s cage next to him. His seatbelt had already fastened itself. The big black dog, which he’d almost tripped over earlier, was sitting on the car floor and looking extremely puzzled.

“Really dear,” said the man in the passenger seat to the driver as the car sped off, Vernon Dursley’s furious shouts receding into the distance “Did you have to bring the dog too?”

“Yep. He’s a good dog.”

Harry swallowed and finally managed to speak. “People will come looking for me,” he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

The man in the passenger seat smiled at him. “Well I do hope so, my boy.” He nodded towards his friend. “Raf here is quite keen to give Albus Dumbledore a piece of his mind.”