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i'm bad at reading tags but damn! could have sworn there was no mpreg warning when i started watching doom patrol. 🤷

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here's a little wip i'm working on. the idea is to write one of those 5+1 fics abour rita and larry's friendship (five firsts in their friendship and one last... or something like that). i love them sooo much 🥲

anyways enjoy.

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Back in her golden days Rita would often awake to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, flower bouquets, and similar pleasant things. It gave her the boost of energy she needed to start her day. Even now, after living almost a decade in Niles home, she still needed this sensual input to rise early. May it be the freshly washed sheets she was sleeping in or her favorite perfume. A nice smell turned every good morning into a beautiful one.

Today is no such day.

When Rita opens her eyes it’s to the sound of a shrill alarm going off somewhere below her. The faint tingle of something burned penetrates her nostrils and banishes any leftover fatigue from the long night. It wakes her up quicker than any coffee ever could. She is up and out in mere seconds, grabbing her morning robe as she opens the door and hurries downstairs to where smell and sound emerge from.

The quick tap tap tap of her bare feet and the blaring of the smoke detector are the only sounds as she reaches the ground floor. Rita takes a moment to orient herself, the alarm comes from the kitchen, yet her first impulse is to check on Niles, making sure the two of them get out of the manor before whatever fire started might trap them in here. But the moment she turns to locate him she remembers that Niles left two days ago, leaving her in charge of his manor. It’s just her. Her and the new resident, Captain Trainor, who hasn’t shown his face much after day one. She could check in on him. Maybe she should. Given his special condition he might need a lot longer to leave the building.

Before Rita can convince herself to rush upstairs again the alarm stops. The sudden quiet brings her to a halt. One hand still on the railing she takes true notice of the situation: There is no smoke in the air, just the smell of something burned. No other signs of immediate danger. The alarm has stopped and now that she is listening Rita can make out a faint voice coming from the kitchen. All this fuss because Larry burned his breakfast.

Rolling her eyes Rita is tempted to head back upstairs and sleep in. She sure deserves it after her rough awakening. Sleeping in also means she will have no part in cleaning up his mess.

But curiosity wins over and the urge to investigate guides her straight into the kitchen. After all, she has barely interacted with Larry. And the big manor gets very lonely when the Chief travels.

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greetings dear doom patrol fandom!

i'm new to the show, but i've already fallen in love. the story is so silly yet so serious and sad. and the characters are all lovable! thou larry is my all time favorite! he had me at sad gay grandpa.

these disaster bastards really inspired me to get back into writting fics. and i hope some of you will enjoy whatever my brain might vomit onto a google doc.