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mscutino · 7 months ago

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HIIII i heard ur requests were open so i was kinda hoping, since vld is doing a comeback that u would write abt it✊✊

soooo i was thinking about keith and a paladin!reader kinda hiding their relationship from the team and keith getting jealousss of someone in the team the reader is close to

Thank u for writing for vld!!!! i hope u understand my request!! im not rlly good at english;( BYE THANK UUUU💗💗💗💗

╰─ ✧*̥ 𝐌𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 爱

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╰─ ✧*̥ REQUEST • Jealousy | Keith Kogane

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i’ve been waiting for this !! thank you for requesting, and your english is beautiful !!

a/n: kinda rushed, not edited (will fix!)

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Things between you both had been official for a while now, however it was hard to really give yourselves the time you needed. With fighting for the universe and the burden that came with it, time for yourselves became sacred.

But despite it all, doubt never once planted itself in your mind. The worry of being left behind or pushed to the side never came.

However for Keith, things were a little different.

He loathed every moment spent away from you. His heart bounced across his chest just thinking of the next time he’d be able to just be beside you - even if it was in the middle of battle.

Though the other paladins would call him “distant” or “loner,” he secretly craved closeness - affection. Behind closed doors he was clingy, vulnerable under your gaze and your gaze only. Whenever he had the chance, he’d jump to you, holding you like it’d be the last time.

“Keith, I promise it’s okay,” you laughed, trying to wiggle your way out of his hold.

“I’m not letting you go until I have to.” His words left no room for negotiation. So you let him hold you, basking in the silence lost so often in the chaos of war.

Keith was officially back and leading the team as the pilot of the Black Lion. His time with the Blade - and more importantly with his mom - really helped him find himself. But he knew he wouldn’t be complete until he came back to you.

You completed him.

Small steps echoed outside the hangar, the size of the room amplifying the noise. There was no telling just how close the steps were so Keith hesitated to let you go. Both of you and strained to hear, preparing to move at any moment. By the time Pidge rounded the corner you both were separated by a 10ft pole, awkwardly pacing around the lion.

“Uhm, did I come at a bad time?”

You cleared your throat, trying to appear casual as Pidge raised an eyebrow, clearly picking up on the tension. "No, not at all," you hurried out. "We were just…checking on the lions. Routine maintenance, you know?”

Keith's jaw clenched as he avoided eye contact with Pidge, his arms crossed a little tighter than usual. It didn’t take a scientist to sense something was off, but she just shrugged.

"Well, if you’re done ‘checking out the lions,’" Pidge said with a smirk, "we’ve got a mission debrief in five minutes. Shiro wants everyone at the bridge ASAP. I think Lance mentioned something about you, specifically," she added, looking pointedly at you.

You nodded, trying to keep a straight face, but you could feel Keith's mood shift immediately at the mention of Lance. You glanced at him quickly, catching the glint in his eyes. Keith might have looked calm to anyone else, but you knew him well enough to pick up on the subtle signs of jealousy in his tightened posture and the way his gaze lingered just a bit longer than usual.

After Pidge left, you looked at him, chuckling softly. “Keith, it’s just Lance.”

Keith’s expression softened slightly, but he still had that guarded look in his eyes. “I know,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just… he’s always around you.”

You reached out, touching his hand gently. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

He sighed, looking down as he took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours briefly before letting go.

Something changed while Keith was gone, and whatever it was needed to end now. Lance’s pining towards you was taking the cake for most irritating thing in the Castle by far.

Just then, Lance’s voice echoed through the hangar over the intercom. “Hey, Y/N! If you don’t show up soon, I’m coming down there to drag you back myself!”

You shot Keith a look, suppressing a laugh. “See? No big deal.”

But as you walked away, you could feel his gaze on you, the weight of his unspoken worry residing in the back of your mind.

Keith watched you leave, his mind whirling with frustration he couldn’t put into words. Lance was harmless - he knew that. But every time he saw the two of you laughing or sharing a moment, that nagging feeling gnawed at him. What if one day, you started wanting someone else? Someone more open, less complicated than him?

“Keith?”

Your voice reeled him away from his thoughts. A pang of guilt hitting him suddenly. “Y-Yeah. Coming now. Just finishing up here,” he waved you off. “See you on the bridge.”

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The memory of your worried face had plagued him the entire way up to the bridge. Neither of you had anything to worry about when it came to your relationship, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“About time you showed up,” Lance dramatically sighed, slumping further back into his seat.

Keith ignored him, making his way towards the rest of the paladins. As he got closer, he managed to catch the tail end of the conversation between you and Shiro.

“Once that’s complete, Lance will accompany you back. Allura and I have things managed here.”

Shiros eyes looked past you, acknowledging Keith before he continued, “Keith, I’ll need you here. We need to compile all the info the Blade of Marmora was able to provide you. We’ll need all the help we can get.”

Keith nodded, though the frustration was building. He wanted to be the one going with you, ensuring your safety. Before he could ask Shiro why he had to stay back, Lance’s voice cut in, breaking his train of thought.

“No worries, Shiro. You can count on me!” Lance said with a confident grin, hopping up from his seat and giving you a playful nudge. “We’ll be in and out in no time.”

Keith’s jaw clenched, his gaze narrowing as he watched the interaction. Lance seemed oblivious, but you noticed the tension in Keith’s expression and shot him a reassuring glance.

“Let’s make it quick, though, okay?” You smiled politely, though your voice held a hint of awkwardness. “We’ve got a lot of things to do.”

But Lance, too preoccupied with his own jokes, just laughed. “Hey, it could be worse. You could’ve been stuck with Keith for this trip,” he teased, smirking as he lightly bumped your shoulder.

Without a second thought, Keith stepped forward, his voice sharp. “Back off, Lance,” he said, his tone carrying a searing edge.

The bridge fell silent. Allura and Hunk looked up, wide-eyed, while Shiro’s gaze shifted between Keith and Lance, his brow furrowed in confusion. Lance’s grin faded as he glanced over, raising an eyebrow.

“Whoa, what’s with the attitude, Keith?” Lance asked, trying to laugh it off, but Keith’s stare was intense, his fists clenched at his sides. His protective instincts had boiled over, leaving little room for rationality.

“If your just going to be an ass the whole trip there then I’ll go with Y/N,” Keith rolled his eyes, trying to lessen the earlier blow.

However Lance wasn’t putting up with it, giving Keith a pointed look. “Since when do you care so much? And so what, worried she’s not gonna like you anymore?”

“I said, back off.” Everyone’s eyes were on him now, the worry weighing on his heart even more obvious once his eyes met yours.

Shiro finally intervened, clearing his throat,“Alright, enough. We’re all on the same team here.”

Keith looked away, jaw clenched, but he took a step back, exhaling as he tried to reel in his emotions. His frustration still simmered, but Shiro’s words were enough to keep him from saying anything more.

Lance gave one last sideways glance at Keith before turning back to you with a shrug. “Guess we should get going before things get any more… intense.”

You shot him a warning look, hoping to keep things from spiraling any further, then looked back at Keith. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” you said softly, your voice filled with reassurance meant just for him. “Don’t lose your head, hot shot.”

Keith’s expression softened slightly as he looked at you, nodding. “Be careful,” he murmured, his voice losing its edge as his worry crept through.

As you two left the silence was thick, and it was clear to everyone on the bridge that there was something more behind his outburst. Questions brimmed on the tip of their tongues, but they held their breath - choosing otherwise.

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It had been hours before you finally returned from the mission. Giggling better yet, however it was ruined when Keith noticed you were giggling with Lance.

Walking down the hallway of the hangar, your voices bounced off the walls. Unbeknownst to you both, Keith sat idle by a work bench, fiddling with the computer. Pretending to be busy while also conveniently ease-dropping.

“Thanks Lance, really. Make sure to give these to Shiro,” you handed over the crate of items to him, pulling on the straps snuggly. “Now don’t drop it.”

“Hey, have some faith in me! You and Keith are always so mean to me,” he dramatically sighed, shifting the crate in his arms. “Oh, and speaking of Keith,” he paused for a second, watching for your reaction at the mention, “Can I ask something?”

You tilted your head, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice. "Ask about what?"

He hesitated, fiddling with the straps of the crate as he searched for the right words. It was clear he’d been thinking about this for a while, even if he was struggling to say it. He might act oblivious sometimes, but he’d noticed the small things - like the way Keith’s eyes only ever watch you, or how in a room full of people, Keith always finds you.

"I just…" he started, avoiding your gaze, "was wondering if there was something between you and—”

"Keith?" you finished for him, raising an eyebrow. You couldn’t help the small hint of a smile pushing past your lips.

Lance cringed backwards, caught red-handed in his curiosity. “Oh, come on. I’m not blind, you know!”

You tilted your head slightly, watching his expression shift between curiosity and awkwardness. "Why would you think that, Lance?" tone teetering along playful.

Lance shrugged, trying to play it off with his usual bravado. "Well, I dunno. He’s different when you’re around. Just seems like more than ‘team stuff.’" He paused, his tone softening a little as he added, “I mean, not that it’s weird or anything.”

A pang of guilt tugged at you for keeping it a secret, but you knew it was best for now. It’d have to stay this way until things calmed down. But a part of you hoped that sooner rather than later that change would come. The longer you went hiding it, the less you cared about keeping it a secret. Maybe later you’d take it up with Keith.

“Plus, it’s Keith of all people. It’s so weird,” a shiver ran through Lance, his almost comical fear of Keith pulling a few giggles out of you.

“Oh, relax. Keith isn’t so bad - ”

“He’s the meanest guy on the team!” Lance interjected, the crate shifting slightly in his hold. He continued his rant, too consumed by his exasperation to notice you pulling him away from the hangar.

"Seems like you’ve got bigger problems than I do, Lance," you teased, giving him a playful shove toward the door. "We’ll talk about this later. See you around, ‘ladies man.’"

The door shut before he could argue, muffled sulking on the other side of the door.

“‘Ladies man?’ Really?”

You jumped from your spot, eyes frantically searching the hangar before landing on a familiar head of hair.

“Keith! How long have you been standing there?!”

He shrugged, taking a few steps closer. "Long enough. Pretending to be useful," he teased, though his gaze lingered on you, an unmistakable warmth in his eyes. “Heard you were back, but saw that guy.”

“Keith? Jealous of Lance?” you laughed, copying his crossed arm stance. “Didn’t think I’d see the day.”

The wink you sent his way had nearly done him in, but his pride kept him standing.

He closed the space between you both, running his hand up your arm. “Whatever.”

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld keith #keith kogane #keith kogane x reader #lance mcclain #oneshot #reqs open

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geddyqueer · 1 month ago

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tidbit tuesday

this is from the sequel to no crying in baseball, "the best laid plans". if this premise seems slightly familiar to you it is because i am repurposing the plot of an older ficlet for the drama. tagging @rcmclachlan @setmeatopthepyre @screamlet @postmodernau @beanarie @newtkelly and anyone else who's working on something. you're it!

Tommy's alone in the hangar; everyone else is either doing maintenance checks in the lot or out on the picnic bench on the west side of the building. He likes the east side better, though: more private, and with the one long magnolia tree branch hanging awkwardly over the chain-link fence, it feels almost like a garden back there. If he still smoked he'd be carrying a pack of Marlboros with him. He gave that up, though, around the time that Howie carried him out of the exploding mall almost twenty years ago.

Evan has been living with him for three weeks. None of the fears that had bubbled up the first time the question was posed have come to fruition. He only had one panic attack, early on, and dealt with it himself in the laundry room while Evan was busying himself reorganizing the hangers in Tommy's—in their—closet. Then he felt bad, and realized his mistake, and had hung his head and nudged himself into Evan's arms and opened up the line of communication.

All that being said, his only real alone time these days comes in these stolen moments outside Harbor's east door.

He's got his flight suit unzipped, the top rolled down around his t-shirt, sleeves tied across his waist. It's hot today and bizarrely the air feels humid to the point of being wet. It's reminiscent of Georgia, where he only lived for basic training, and it's so unlike Los Angeles that it really sticks in his brain for a second. He pauses, eight or so feet from the door. The floor feels almost… spongy. Probably not good, he thinks, and he's making a mental note to tell Melton about it when the baby box alarm goes off.

The baby box at Harbor sits directly next to the east side door. It's cozy, if a little sparse inside. It has a special alarm tone, one that he's never heard before, because nobody's ever used this before. Tommy clears the space between him and the box in nearly a single stride, and he gets the box open, and he pulls out a tiny little thing, wearing a yellow onesie, wrapped in a Winnie the Pooh towel. The baby looks up at him and opens their mouth, once, twice.

"Okay," Tommy says, looking down at the bundle in his hands. "Okay. What?"

"Was that an alarm?" Richardson calls from the open hangar door.

"Baby box," Tommy calls back. The baby starts to cry. "Oh, no, I'm sorry, that was loud, wasn't it," he says to the baby, as he starts walking back across the hangar.

He doesn't get very far. The floor that was spongy not three minutes earlier is now sinking, tipping down at an angle that shouldn't be possible since it's made of concrete, and so is the rest of the floor, and the west wall is caving in, and that's all he manages to register before the earth disappears underneath him and he's falling, falling, falling.

#don't worry :) or do! i'm not the boss of you #bucktommy #no crying in baseball

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ross-hollander · 5 months ago

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Pilots are never...

...too surprised if there's a new maintenance team member, a new weapons technician, that kind of thing. Sure, the attrition rate isn't anywhere as high as the pilots themselves, but they do take new jobs, or get shifted out to give new hires some experience in the role, or just plain retire, that sort of thing. A new worker isn't anything to look twice at, really.

What you need to look out for is the fake ones. Easiest way is faces. They're not very good at those because humans have an innate thing for telling a real human face from something that looks a lot like it. On the other hand- respirators, welding masks, scarves, sunglasses, they have all kinds of tricks, and being pushy doesn't always pay. Check the face first, that's the thing.

The second thing is their connection- they all have one, it's biological. See how far they'll walk with you. If they stop, for instance, at the hangar door, or suddenly turn around twenty paces away, that's a clue. Otherwise, look for data links, wires, even coolant feed lines- anything they don't seem to put down that connects to a 'mech at the other end, that's another clue.

And if you're still not sure, ask them to talk politics. The mission, the company, the collateral, the local government, anything like that. They have no idea how to do it, and what's more, they won't even know how to tell you to go shove it in the way a real mechtech would. They're much more limp in the conversational department like that, no good, colorful arsenal of curse words.

You need to check, of course, because if the hangar doors were open so much as a crack overnight, one of them could have gotten in. They're almost boneless, you know, for all that mass. And if you trust their "mechtech", and get in that 'mech they're nested in- when they rev up the engine and close the cockpit, it'll be too loud for anyone to hear you scream before the thing starts chewing.

(Wholly inspired by the thought, "anglerfish 'mech".)

#rh.txt #mechposting #battletech #mechwarrior #microfiction #science fantasy #mimic #sci fi #the hangar by night

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callsigns-haze · 9 months ago

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You knew? Part 1 of 3

Pairing: Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader! Callsign Ace

Chapter Summary: In a clever setup orchestrated by Hangman and Phoenix, Rooster and Ace, two colleagues with a tense relationship, unknowingly begin exchanging flirtatious emails under anonymous identities. As they bond over shared work frustrations, they eventually realize they’ve been emailing each other all along. The discovery leads to frustration and anger, particularly from Ace, who feels betrayed by Hangman’s manipulation. The revelation complicates their already strained relationship.

Warning: This story includes themes of manipulation and workplace tension, leading to conflicts and personal revelations.

The sun beat down on NAS North Island as jets roared across the sky, the rhythmic hum of engines echoing throughout the base. Inside the hangar, pilots and crew members moved with practiced ease, their chatter blending with the distant sound of drills.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw sat on a bench in the locker room, his flight suit unzipped to his waist. He absentmindedly ran a hand through his tousled hair, his thoughts far from the noise around him. Lately, a gnawing sense of loneliness had settled in, one he couldn't quite shake.

Just as he was lost in thought, the door swung open with a bang. Natasha "Phoenix" Trace rushed in, her boots skidding slightly on the polished floor. There was a determined look in her eyes, one Rooster knew all too well—she was on a mission.

"Rooster, got a minute?" she asked, barely giving him time to respond before thrusting a crumpled piece of paper into his hand.

He frowned, unfolding the note to reveal an email address scrawled in neat handwriting. Confusion crossed his face as he looked up at Phoenix. "What's this?"

"An email address," Phoenix replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I know you can be slow sometimes, but I didn’t think I’d have to explain that part."

Rooster rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his face. "I can see that. But whose?"

Phoenix crossed her arms, her expression turning serious. "Listen, I’ve seen you moping around here, and frankly, it’s pathetic. You're my best friend, and I hate seeing you like this. So, I talked to a friend of mine—a good one—and got her email for you. The only rule is, you can’t ask her name. And she won’t ask for yours either."

Rooster blinked, taken aback. "You’re setting me up? Since when did you become a matchmaker?"

"Since you started acting like a lovesick puppy," Phoenix shot back, her tone teasing but her eyes sincere. "Look, just email her. No expectations, no pressure. Just talk. See where it goes."

Rooster glanced down at the email again, something about the mystery of it intriguing him. He’d never done anything like this before, and maybe that was exactly why he should give it a try.

"Alright," he finally said, tucking the paper into his pocket. "I’ll do it. But if this turns out to be some weird prank, I’m coming after you."

Phoenix laughed, the tension easing between them. "Trust me, Rooster. You might actually thank me for this one. Just don’t try to figure out who she is. Let it happen."

As Rooster watched her leave, he felt a strange mix of anticipation and curiosity. Maybe this was what he needed after all—a chance to connect with someone new, without the weight of the past hanging over him.

Across the base, in another part of the hangar, Y/N Y/L/N, known by her call sign "Ace," was finishing up a maintenance check on her jet. She wiped the sweat from her brow, satisfied with the day's work, when Jake "Hangman" Seresin approached her, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Hey, Ace," he called out, waving a folded piece of paper in the air as he jogged over.

She raised an eyebrow, instantly suspicious. "What’s with the look, Seresin?"

He handed her the paper with a flourish, like he was presenting her with a winning lottery ticket. "Just a little something I thought you might appreciate. It’s an email address."

Ace unfolded the paper, eyeing the email address written there. "Whose is it?"

"That’s the fun part," Hangman replied, leaning against the jet with a smirk. "I know you’ve been keeping to yourself lately, and I figured you could use a distraction. So, I talked to a buddy of mine and got you this. The only rule is, you can’t ask him who he is, and he can’t ask about you. Just email him. See what happens."

Ace looked at the email address again, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "You’re serious?"

"Dead serious," Hangman said, his voice uncharacteristically sincere. "No games, no strings. Just an honest chance to connect with someone. What do you say?"

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, folding the paper and slipping it into her pocket. "Alright, I’ll give it a shot. But if this is your idea of a joke, Seresin, I’m not going to be happy."

Hangman laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Scout’s honour, Ace. I think you’ll like this one."

As he walked away, Ace couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. The anonymity of it, the chance to talk to someone without the usual baggage—it was intriguing. Maybe, just maybe, this was the kind of surprise she needed.

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The day was winding down as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the base. The roar of jet engines had softened, leaving a quieter hum in the air.

Ace, tired but satisfied with the day’s work, was making her way out of the hangar. She was eager to get home, her mind already turning over what she might say in that first email to the mysterious address Hangman had given her.

As she rounded a corner, focused more on her thoughts than on where she was going, she collided hard with someone coming the other way. The impact jolted her back to reality, and she instinctively gripped her helmet tighter to avoid dropping it.

"Watch where you’re going!" she snapped, the words flying out before she even registered who she’d bumped into.

Rooster, equally caught off guard, scowled as he steadied himself. "Maybe you should try not walking around with your head in the clouds," he shot back, his tone sharp.

Ace narrowed her eyes at him, irritation bubbling up immediately. Rooster was the last person she wanted to deal with right now. Their relationship had always been rocky—too much ego and too many unresolved tensions.

"You’re one to talk," she muttered, brushing past him. "I’m surprised you didn’t trip over your own ego on the way here."

Rooster rolled his eyes, not willing to let it slide. "Yeah, well, at least I don’t need to be constantly reminded which way is up."

They glared at each other for a moment longer before Ace turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving Rooster behind with a bitter taste in his mouth. As she walked away, she could feel the tension still crackling in the air, but she refused to let it ruin her evening.

From across the hangar, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace and Jake "Hangman" Seresin watched the interaction unfold, exchanging worried glances. They had been casually chatting when they noticed their two targets—Ace and Rooster—heading straight for each other. Now, as they observed the icy exchange, Phoenix let out a sigh.

"Well, that went about as well as a mid-air collision," she murmured, shaking her head.

Hangman chuckled nervously, though his usual confidence was tinged with doubt. "Yeah, I’m starting to think this might have been a bad idea. They can barely be in the same room without biting each other’s heads off."

Phoenix crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Maybe… or maybe this is exactly what they need. You know how it is—sometimes the people who push each other’s buttons the most are the ones who end up surprising you."

Hangman shrugged, though he still looked uncertain. "I hope you’re right, because if this backfires, we’re both going to hear about it for the rest of our lives."

Phoenix smirked, her confidence returning. "Trust me, Hangman. We’ve seen stranger things happen around here."

Ace slid into the driver’s seat of her car, tossing her helmet onto the passenger seat with a frustrated huff. The encounter with Rooster still lingered in her mind, but she wasn’t going to let it bother her. Not tonight.

She pulled out the crumpled piece of paper with the email address, staring at it for a moment before finally unlocking her phone. With a deep breath, she opened a new message and began typing, her fingers moving more quickly as she decided what to say.

Hey there, she started, keeping it simple. I’m not sure how this whole thing is supposed to work, but I guess we’re both in the same boat. So, here’s to whatever comes next.

She hesitated for a moment, then hit send before she could second-guess herself. Leaning back in her seat, she let out a slow breath, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nerves.

Back at his apartment, Rooster had just kicked off his boots and was settling in when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his eyebrows lifting in surprise when he saw a new email notification.

Curious, he opened it and read the message, a grin slowly spreading across his face. The casual tone, the uncertainty—it was refreshing. Whoever this person was, they weren’t overthinking it, and he liked that.

Hey yourself, he typed back, his mood lightening as he responded. I’m not sure how this is supposed to go either, but I’m game to find out. Let’s see where this takes us.

He hit send, feeling a flicker of excitement. There was something fun about the anonymity of it all—no names, no faces, just two people connecting through words.

As he leaned back, waiting to see if they’d reply, he had no idea that the person on the other end was the very same pilot he’d just butted heads with. And for now, maybe that was for the best.

ACE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Ace sat on her couch, feet tucked underneath her as she scrolled through her emails. The mystery contact had quickly become the highlight of her evening, a welcome distraction from the routine of her day. She opened his latest email with a sense of anticipation.

Hey yourself, it began. I’m not sure how this is supposed to go either, but I’m game to find out. Let’s see where this takes us.

She couldn’t help but smile. There was something refreshing about this—no expectations, no judgments, just a conversation. She quickly typed a response.

Well, I guess we’re both in uncharted territory here. So, let’s start simple—how was your day?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Rooster kicked back on his couch, his phone in hand. The quiet of his apartment felt more bearable with the company of his mystery emailer. When her reply came through, he read it with a growing interest.

Pretty standard—flew a few maneuvers, avoided crashing into anyone, and had a less-than-pleasant encounter with someone who seems to think they own the sky. You?

He chuckled to himself before typing back.

Sounds like a typical day in our line of work. As for me, I spent most of my day fixing things up and trying not to lose my patience with a certain someone who seems to thrive on pushing my buttons.

ACE’S APARTMENT - SAME NIGHT

Ace read his email and felt a spark of curiosity. The way he talked about his day sounded oddly familiar, like they might have more in common than she’d initially thought. She responded with a hint of playfulness.

Fixing things up? Sounds like we might work in the same field. My day involved some pretty similar frustrations—mostly with equipment, though a few people came close. What’s the most interesting part of your job?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - SAME NIGHT

Rooster raised an eyebrow as he read her reply. Was it possible they worked in the same industry? The thought intrigued him, but he decided to keep it vague.

The most interesting part? Probably the high-stakes situations. There’s nothing quite like the rush you get when everything’s on the line. What about you?

ACE’S APARTMENT - LATER THAT NIGHT

Ace’s curiosity deepened. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they might be closer in their professional lives than either of them realized. She replied with a smile.

I’d have to agree with that. There’s something addictive about the adrenaline, the way you have to think on your feet. It’s not for everyone, but it definitely keeps things interesting. Ever have a moment where you thought, ‘This is it, this is why I do this’?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - LATER THAT NIGHT

Rooster felt a connection growing with this mystery person. The way she described the job, the adrenaline—it all resonated with him.

Definitely. There’ve been a few moments where it all comes together, and you remember why you signed up in the first place. It’s those moments that make the tough days worth it. Sounds like you know exactly what I mean.

ACE’S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

Ace smiled at the screen. There was an undeniable connection between them, something that went beyond the surface.

I do. It’s the reason we keep coming back, isn’t it? The rush, the challenge. So, what’s your favorite part of the day—when you’re up there, or when you’re down here figuring it all out?

She hit send, the thrill of the conversation growing with each exchange.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

Rooster read her email, feeling that same thrill. It was like they were dancing around the details, both aware they were probably in the same line of work, but neither willing to say too much.

Honestly? It’s a bit of both. I love the freedom and the rush of being up there, but there’s something satisfying about the process of figuring things out down here too. You?

ACE’S APARTMENT - VERY LATE NIGHT

Ace’s heart raced as she typed her response, the anonymity of their conversation adding to the excitement.

Same here. There’s a balance to it that I love. The thrill of being in the thick of it, and the quiet satisfaction of making sure everything runs smoothly when it’s all over. I guess you could say it’s a perfect mix of chaos and control.

She sent the message, feeling more connected to this stranger than she had to anyone in a long time.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - VERY LATE NIGHT

Rooster read her reply, a grin spreading across his face. There was no denying it now—they were definitely in the same field. He wondered if they’d ever crossed paths without even knowing it.

Couldn’t have said it better myself. There’s something about that mix that’s just right. Maybe one day we’ll get the chance to compare notes in person—who knows?

He sent the email, his curiosity about her growing with every word.

ACE’S APARTMENT - EARLY MORNING

Ace’s pulse quickened as she read his last message. The thought of meeting him, of finding out who he was, sent a thrill through her.

Maybe we will. It’s a small world, after all. In the meantime, I’m enjoying getting to know you through these little windows into each other’s lives. Who knew this would turn out to be so fun?

She sent the message, already eager to see what he’d say next.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - EARLY MORNING

Rooster leaned back, thinking about how surreal this all was. There was something almost magical about connecting with someone this way, without even knowing their name.

I have to admit, I’m enjoying it too. There’s something about the mystery that makes it all the more interesting. Who knows where this might lead?

He sent the message, his mind racing with possibilities. The night had turned out far better than he could have imagined.

---

The sun had barely risen over the base, casting a soft, golden light across the tarmac. Jets stood in neat rows, their sleek forms gleaming under the morning sun. The day was just beginning, but already there was a sense of energy in the air—a mix of anticipation and routine that every pilot knew well.

Ace arrived at the hangar, her steps quick and determined. She wasn’t in the mood for small talk, especially not after the strange, unexpected thrill of the email exchange last night. She had stayed up far too late, caught up in the banter with her mystery contact, and now she was paying for it. Her mind was still partially back in that conversation, trying to piece together who the person on the other end might be.

But her focus snapped back to the present the moment she saw him.

Bradshaw was already there, leaning casually against one of the jets with that familiar, infuriating smirk on his face. He was chatting with a couple of other pilots, his easy laughter carrying across the hangar. As soon as he noticed her, the smirk widened.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up," Rooster called out, his voice dripping with mock surprise.

Ace rolled her eyes, her irritation flaring instantly. "Some of us don’t need to parade around like peacocks just to get attention, Rooster."

He pushed off from the jet and strolled toward her, his hands in his pockets. "Oh, I don’t know, Ace. A little flair never hurt anyone. But I guess subtlety isn’t really your style, is it?"

She glared at him, crossing her arms. "You wouldn’t know subtlety if it flew up and hit you in the face."

Rooster chuckled, clearly enjoying the exchange. "Maybe not, but at least I don’t go around with a permanent chip on my shoulder. Lighten up, Ace. Not everything has to be a competition."

She stepped closer, refusing to back down. "When you’re around, everything is a competition. Or maybe you just don’t like losing."

Rooster’s eyes flashed with a mix of amusement and challenge. "You think I’m losing? That’s cute. Keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep at night."

Ace’s jaw clenched, her irritation now fully transformed into a burning anger. "You know what, Rooster? One of these days, that ego of yours is going to get you in trouble."

He shrugged, unbothered by her words. "Maybe. But at least I won’t be the one who’s bitter and alone because I’m too stubborn to let anything slide."

Before Ace could fire back, the sound of a nearby jet engine roared to life, signalling that it was time to get to work. She shot him one last glare before turning on her heel and heading toward her plane. Rooster watched her go, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

The pilots gathered in the briefing room, a large, sterile space lined with chairs facing a wall of screens. The air was thick with the usual blend of tension and focus that accompanied every pre-flight briefing. Ace took a seat near the front, determined to focus on the mission and ignore Rooster, who had taken a seat a few rows behind her.

Phoenix stood at the front, leading the briefing with her usual no-nonsense attitude. She outlined the day’s manoeuvres and objectives, her voice calm and authoritative. But even as she spoke, she couldn’t help but notice the occasional, heated glances exchanged between Ace and Rooster.

It didn’t take long for the tension to bubble over.

Phoenix was in the middle of explaining a particularly complex manoeuverer when Rooster leaned back in his chair and spoke up, his tone casual but clearly intended to provoke.

"Some of us might need a refresher on this one. Don’t want anyone getting lost up there."

Ace stiffened, her eyes narrowing as she turned to look at him. "If you’re worried about keeping up, Rooster, maybe you should take notes."

A few of the other pilots exchanged glances, sensing the tension and doing their best to stay out of it. Phoenix sighed internally, knowing that once Ace and Rooster started, it was almost impossible to get them to stop.

"Alright, knock it off, you two," Phoenix said, her tone firm. "We’re here to work as a team, not to see who can throw the best insults. Save it for after the mission."

Ace bit back a retort, forcing herself to focus on the briefing instead of the urge to wipe that smug look off Rooster’s face. Rooster, for his part, simply leaned back and smirked, satisfied that he had gotten under her skin once again.

The day’s exercises were intense, a series of high-speed manoeuvres designed to push the pilots to their limits. Ace was in her element, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she focused on every turn, every dive. But no matter how hard she concentrated, she couldn’t completely block out the presence of Rooster’s jet nearby.

Every time she checked her radar or adjusted her position, there he was—always close, always just a little too close. It felt like he was deliberately shadowing her, testing her, trying to outmanoeuvre her at every opportunity.

"Stay in your lane, Rooster," Ace muttered under her breath, though she knew he couldn’t hear her.

But it was clear from his manoeuvres that he was trying to show her up. Every roll, every dive was executed with precision, as if he was daring her to do better.

Ace grit her teeth and pushed her jet harder, determined not to let him get the upper hand. She mirrored his moves, staying right on his tail as they looped and rolled through the sky. The rivalry between them burned hotter with each passing moment, the tension building until it was almost unbearable.

But no matter how hard she pushed, Rooster was right there, matching her move for move. The frustration built up inside her until she could hardly see straight, her focus narrowing to just one thing: beating him.

When the exercises finally ended and the jets returned to base, Ace felt a wave of both relief and exhaustion. She landed her jet with a bit more force than necessary, her frustration still simmering just beneath the surface.

Back on the ground, the pilots gathered in the hangar to debrief and cool down. Ace was in the middle of checking her jet when Rooster walked by, a smug grin on his face.

"Looks like you were struggling a bit up there," he said, his tone infuriatingly casual.

Ace straightened up, fixing him with a cold stare. "I wasn’t struggling. But it’s cute that you think so."

Rooster shrugged, clearly unfazed. "If you say so. Maybe next time you’ll actually keep up."

Ace stepped closer, her frustration boiling over. "I don’t need to keep up with you, Rooster. If anything, you’re the one who’s slowing me down."

His grin widened, as if her anger was just what he’d been hoping for. "Slowing you down? Maybe you’re just not as fast as you think."

The two stood toe to toe, the tension between them crackling in the air. It was always like this—one little comment, one tiny spark, and they were at each other’s throats. Neither was willing to back down, and it was only a matter of time before one of them said something they couldn’t take back.

But before it could escalate any further, Phoenix walked over, her expression exasperated.

"Will you two knock it off already?" she said, stepping between them. "We’ve got enough to deal with today without you two bickering like school kids."

Ace took a deep breath, forcing herself to step back. Rooster, too, backed off, though the smug look never left his face.

"Fine," Ace muttered, turning her attention back to her jet. "Just stay out of my way."

Rooster gave a mock salute, his smirk still in place. "Whatever you say, Ace."

As he walked away, Ace’s frustration simmered, but she forced herself to focus on her work. She didn’t have time to let Rooster get under her skin—not when there was so much at stake.

But no matter how hard she tried to ignore him, the tension between them was always there, lurking just beneath the surface, ready to flare up at a moment’s notice.

The day had been long, and by the time Ace returned to her quarters, she was exhausted. Her body was sore, her mind was racing, and all she wanted to do was collapse into bed. But as she sat on the edge of her bed, her phone buzzed with a new email notification.

She picked it up, her mood lightening slightly as she saw it was from her mystery contact. The memory of their flirtatious exchange the night before brought a small smile to her lips, a welcome distraction from the frustrations of the day.

Hey there, the email read. How was your day?

She sighed, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she considered how to respond. Part of her wanted to vent about Rooster, about how infuriating he was, but she held back. She didn’t want to taint this connection with the negativity that seemed to follow her

---

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Rooster was sprawled out on his couch, his guitar resting on his lap as he strummed absentmindedly. The buzz of his phone drew him out of his musings. He saw the email from his mystery contact and smiled, eager for a distraction from his day.

Hey there! My day was pretty intense. Spent most of it dealing with some annoying issues at work and got into a few heated exchanges. How about you?

ACE’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Ace read his response and couldn’t help but chuckle. It seemed like they were both having a tough day. She typed back, her fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard.

Intense is definitely the word for it. I had a rough day with some tricky equipment and a certain pilot who seems to think he’s invincible. But enough about me—what’s your idea of a perfect way to unwind after a day like that?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Rooster’s smile widened as he read her email. Her mention of a troublesome pilot made him wonder if they might be talking about the same person, but he decided not to press the issue. Instead, he focused on her question.

Ah, a perfect way to unwind? I’d say a good jam session or maybe just kicking back with a favourite movie. Something that takes my mind off the chaos of the day. What about you? Any special routines to shake off the stress?

ACE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Ace considered his response while taking a sip from her cup of tea. His laid-back approach to winding down was something she could relate to. She quickly typed her reply.

Sounds pretty good. For me, it’s usually a mix of hitting the gym or getting lost in a good book. Sometimes, a good meal with friends can do wonders too. It’s nice to have a little routine to fall back on after a hectic day.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Rooster liked the idea of winding down with friends—it was a nice contrast to the solitary nature of his typical evenings. He began typing his response with a relaxed grin.

Sounds like you’ve got a pretty solid routine. I’ve got to say, a good meal with friends sounds like something I could use more of. Maybe I should work on that. Anyway, what kind of books are you into? I’m always looking for recommendations.

ACE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Ace’s interest was piqued by his question. She enjoyed talking about books and was happy to share her favorites.

I’m a bit of a mix—I love thrillers and mysteries, but I also have a soft spot for classic literature. Recently, I’ve been diving into some historical fiction. How about you? What’s your go-to genre?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Rooster read her email with interest. Her love for thrillers and classic literature was something he could relate to, though his tastes leaned a little differently.

I’m a fan of thrillers myself, though I’ve been known to get into sci-fi and fantasy from time to time. It’s always nice to escape into a different world for a while. Historical fiction sounds intriguing, though. I might need to check that out.

ACE’S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

Ace felt a genuine connection through their exchange. She was enjoying this conversation more than she’d expected. She responded with a hint of her playful side.

Sci-fi and fantasy, huh? That’s a pretty interesting mix. You might have to convince me that they’re worth diving into. And if you ever need a book recommendation, just let me know. I might have a few hidden gems up my sleeve.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

Rooster’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as he read her playful offer. He liked the idea of her recommending books—it felt like a little inside joke between them.

I’ll definitely take you up on that. And I’m always up for a good book challenge. Just don’t be too surprised if I end up recommending a few sci-fi classics in return. It’s all part of the fun, right?

ACE’S APARTMENT - VERY LATE NIGHT

Ace’s smile grew as she read his response. The playful banter was exactly what she needed after a long day. She decided to keep the momentum going.

Challenge accepted. I’m ready for your recommendations anytime. And who knows, maybe we’ll end up with a shared list of must-reads by the end of this.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - VERY LATE NIGHT

Rooster’s grin widened. He liked the idea of a book exchange and was intrigued by the way their conversation was flowing. He typed his last message of the night.

Looking forward to it. It’s nice to have something to look forward to, especially after a day like today. Here’s to new books and unexpected connections. Talk soon?

ACE’S APARTMENT - VERY LATE NIGHT

Ace finished her tea and read his message with satisfaction. She felt a genuine connection growing and was looking forward to continuing the conversation.

Definitely. Here’s to more chats and less stress. I’ll be here.

She sent the email and closed her laptop, feeling a sense of calm settle over her. The mystery contact was turning out to be a much-needed bright spot in her hectic life.

---

The hangar was alive with the usual pre-flight activity. Rooster was inspecting his jet, but his attention kept drifting towards Ace, who was absorbed in her tablet. Her brows were furrowed, and she seemed completely engrossed in whatever was on the screen.

Rooster, never one to miss an opportunity, strolled over with a casual swagger, a mischievous grin on his face. “Hey, Ace,” he called out, his tone light but laced with teasing. “Looks like you’re pretty absorbed over there. Texting someone special, are we?”

Ace glanced up, her expression a mix of irritation and surprise. “What’s it to you, Rooster?”

Rooster leaned in a little closer, clearly enjoying the moment. “Just curious. I saw you typing away like your life depends on it. You’ve got to be talking to someone pretty important, right? A special someone, maybe?”

Ace’s eyes narrowed as she tried to hide the screen of her tablet. “It’s none of your business. Can’t you just focus on your own stuff?”

Rooster’s grin widened. “Oh, come on. Don’t be so secretive. I’m just wondering if you’re setting up a hot date or maybe just chatting with a certain someone who’s been on your mind.”

Ace’s face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and anger. “Seriously, Rooster? Not everything’s a joke. I’m just dealing with some work stuff.”

Rooster raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying riling her up. “Work stuff, huh? If it’s work, why’re you so secretive? You can tell me. I promise I won’t judge. Or is it that you’re afraid I might find out it’s someone...well, let’s say, more interesting?”

Ace’s frustration peaked. She shoved her tablet into her bag and took a step toward Rooster, her voice low but fierce. “You’ve been on my case all morning. If you don’t back off, I swear—”

Rooster chuckled, stepping back slightly. “Whoa, calm down there. I’m just making conversation. Didn’t realize you’d be so touchy about it. Guess it’s a sensitive topic.”

Before Ace could respond, Phoenix and the other squad members noticed the growing tension. Phoenix stepped in, her expression serious. “Alright, enough. If you two can’t handle a little teasing without it escalating, I’m going to have to step in.”

Hangman and Coyote, catching the edge in Phoenix’s tone, moved closer. Coyote placed a hand on Ace’s shoulder, gently pulling her back. “Hey, Ace, take a breath. It’s not worth getting worked up over.”

Hangman approached Rooster, his expression one of mixed amusement and exasperation. “Rooster, you’re really pushing it today. Maybe give it a rest, huh?”

Ace, still seething, shook her head. “I’m done with this. I just want to get through the day without dealing with his nonsense.”

Rooster, now more subdued but still smirking, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll back off. Just trying to lighten the mood.”

Fanboy and Bob, who had been watching from a distance, approached to help defuse the situation. Fanboy clapped Rooster on the shoulder. “Come on, man. Let’s focus on the mission.”

Bob nodded in agreement, glancing at Ace with concern. “Everyone needs to stay cool. We’ve got enough on our plates without adding personal drama to the mix.”

As the squad began to gather for the briefing, the tension between Ace and Rooster lingered, but they both knew they had to refocus. Phoenix took a deep breath, addressing the group. “Let’s all get it together. We’ve got a briefing coming up, and we need to be professional.”

Ace and Rooster, now separated by the intervention of their teammates, walked toward the briefing room, the earlier animosity still simmering but temporarily set aside. The squad’s intervention had helped to de-escalate the situation, but the morning’s drama left a mark on everyone’s mood as they prepared for the day’s mission.

---

ACE’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Ace slumped onto her couch, exhausted from the day’s events. Her laptop was open, and she continued her email conversation with her anonymous contact, hoping to unwind a bit. She began typing with a mix of curiosity and irritation about the ongoing mystery.

Hey,

Today was a disaster. Had a big argument with a colleague who really knows how to get under my skin. Not the best day for me. But this email exchange has been a good distraction, I guess.

How about you? How’s your day going? Anything to share?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Rooster read her email with a smirk. He was enjoying the light-hearted banter but was curious to see if he could draw out more information. He typed back, subtly hinting at the similarities in their work environments.

Hey,

Sounds like we’ve both had our share of drama. My day wasn’t any better—had some heated exchanges with colleagues. It’s like we’re living in the same soap opera.

I’m starting to think our work situations might be more similar than we realized. Anyway, got any funny or surprising stories from your day?

ACE’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Ace read his email with increasing suspicion. His description of his day seemed all too familiar. Deciding to push further, she typed her response, trying to get more clues about who he might be.

Hey,

It’s funny—your day sounds almost too familiar. I’m starting to wonder if we might be talking about the same environment. If you’re in a high-pressure job with lots of drama, I might have a pretty good guess about who you are.

Any hints?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Rooster saw her email and felt a spark of recognition. He decided to give a direct clue to see if it would lead to an answer.

Hey,

Alright, here’s a hint: I work in a place where tensions are high and everyone’s on edge. Sounds like you might be in a similar boat. Does that help?

I’m curious—any idea who I might be?

INT. ACE’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Ace read his clue and felt a sharp pang of realization. Her frustration from the day mixed with the sudden clarity about her correspondent’s identity. She quickly typed her response, her irritation clear in her words.

You’ve got to be kidding me. With your “high-pressure” job description, it’s pretty obvious that you’re Rooster. I should have known, I can’t believe I’ve been having these conversations with you, of all people.

This is ridiculous. And to think I was actually enjoying this exchange. I’m so done with this.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Rooster’s eyes widened in shock as he read Ace’s email. The realization hit him hard, and his amusement turned into frustration. He quickly typed a reply, his tone reflecting his annoyance.

Seriously? I had a feeling, but this is just perfect. So it turns out I’ve been emailing with Ace. I should have known you’d be the one on the other end. What a surprise.

I can’t believe you were getting so worked up over these emails. Great, just great. I guess we’ve got a lot to talk about now. Or maybe not.

ACE’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Ace’s frustration flared as she read Rooster’s reply. She cursed under her breath, the realization that Rooster was behind the emails making her even more upset. She slammed her laptop shut, her annoyance with both Rooster and Hangman boiling over.

“Damn it, Rooster. And damn Hangman for setting this up!” she fumed. “This whole thing was a setup from the start.”

She paced the room, trying to calm herself. The surprise and anger of discovering her mystery contact was Rooster left her seething. The day had been a mess, and the email revelation only added fuel to the fire.

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AVIOTHIC

Aviothic(n.) - The strong desire to be up in the air or to fly.

one-shot

pairing: Amado Carrillo Fuentes x f!reader (Note: I am not romanticizing the real Amado, this is about his character interpretation in Narcos: Mexico played by the amazing José María Yazpik)

summary: In order to establish an aerial smuggling network, Félix Gallardo sends Amado to find an airplane hangar in Juárez. His old contact and pilot teacher Alejandro "Águila" Medina became his top choice, but Medina Aviation changed since the last time they had met with a new boss handling the business now.

warning(s): mention of drugs | NSFW | semi-edited | english is not my first language, faults may occur | please let me know if i missed anything

word count: 5k

It has been more than ten years since the last time Amado had seen Alejandro Medina, the man people called "Águila" (engl. eagle). It was safe to say that this man was one of the best pilots in all of Mexico and kind of a rare fossil nowadays. Back when Mexico allied with America in World War 2, the young Medina was part of the "Aztec Eagles", a squadron of fighter planes that participated directly in the Philippines campaign alongside the United States Air Force and Royal Australian Air Force. After the war, he first stayed in the Mexican army to train fighter pilots before starting Medina Aviations with his brother – a private aircraft company and flight school with aircraft maintenance services located in Culiacán before moving to Juárez. Back when Medina was living in Culiacán, Amado had taken flight lessons at his school because he was a friend of his uncle and given the enormous amount of hours the two of them were cramped in an old Cessna, they developed a lasting friendship. Without exaggeration, Amado saw in Alejandro Medina more of a father than he did in his own. Without him, he wouldn't have been where he was now: A fucking pilot and a good one on top.

Given their backstory, it was no surprise that Amado instantly thought about his old mentor, when Félix Gallardo asked him to establish an aerial smuggling network in Juárez, which included finding a free hangar to store and maintain planes that would bring cocaine from Colombia to Mexico. Even though they haven't seen each other in years, he had no doubt that Medina would be a good contact for this. And if the friendship wouldn't be enough, the payment he could promise Medina for this whole project probably exceeded anything that had ever happened to him before, making it a once-in-a-lifetime deal.

The sun was bright on this cloudless day, burning down on Amado once he opened the door of his personal Cessna with which he flew the all the way from Guadalajara to Juárez. He'd brought the plane perfectly down the landing strip and parked it right in front of the big hangar hall, in which a couple of other models waited for their maintenence or their next take off. In between them, an old man came right into his direction, dressed in oil-stained dungarees with an even older buttoned shirt. The age had caused his wild hair to turn white a while ago and a big moustache decorated his lips. Despite the deeper wrinkles on his face, Amado instantly recognized him as Alejandro and pulled him into a warm, friendly hug.

"Águila, I'm glad to see that you're still alive!"

"Ah, shut up, Amado! I may look like i'm going to drop dead at any given second, but as you can see i'm still standing", the old pilot laughed and patted the shoulder of his former student, even though he had to stretch himself a bit to reach it. "So, i haven't seen you in years, mi hijo. What brings you to Juárez? And don't tell me it was just the wish to see me, we both know that's a lie." And with those words, he slowly walked over into the open hangar, where a small seating area waited for the two. An old couch and a couple of wooden armchairs together with a makeshift table and a refrigerator filled with beer. Through moments like these, Amado remembered why he had missed Alejandro. This old man was kind of a dickhead, but one, that had his heart on his tongue. There was no way he could lie to him about the criminal parts of the'business deal' he was about to offer Medina, given the fact that he was from Sinaloa himself and knew his uncle 'Don Neto'.

"Listen, Águila, i don't want to waste your time in any way with this, so i'm going to be honest: I am searching for a hangar that can provide parking space and maintenance services for an airplane fleet of two smaller Cessnas, like the one i came with, two mid-sized Beechcraft Super King Air and one Boeing 727 i'm going to get in a few days."

"Are you mad, Amado!? You understand that this is a private hangar, with all those planes around, Medina Aviation has no space for other customers –"

"Exactly, that's the point," Amado shot back and took his sunglasses off, which he secured on his black buttoned-shirt. "I said, i'll be honest with you. We need all of this to build up an air-bridge from Calí in Colombia, to smuggle cocaine to Mexico." Why lying? Even though Alejandro seemed to freeze for a moment, too stunned to speak by the sudden explanation, Amado trusted him enough to not call any police or shit on him. "We're paying good, trust me. There's no chance you'll ever earn more money than with this exclusive deal. I wouldn't come to you if i wouldn't trust you on this. You're one of the best fucking pilots i know and and experienced mechanic."

The old man had to sit down on the couch, staring at the Narco as he continued talking. But before he could lay down his full offer, Alejandro shook his head. "I am sorry, mi hijo. As much as i like you, i can't just decide this on my own."

"What do you mean, this is your business, right? Your brother already retired, as i heard."

"Yes, which is why i took another partner in. Just look at me, Amado – i am old! I can't even get up on a wing with this back. The only reason why Medina Aviation still exists is because of my granddaughter. A talented girl, I taught her how to fly and repair planes myself. Couldn’t be more proud of her how she ran this place so far. She's the boss now, i'm just more of an advisor."

Now that info hit Amado as surprising as it would've been a bullet. Eyes widened, he looked confused at that man sitting on the sofa, scratching the back of his neck, while he tried to figure out how to deal with this new turn of events.

"Okey wait, i have to get this clear, you already handed all of this over to your what? Your granddaughter?!"

"Is that a problem?" A female voice suddenly appeared behind Amado, causing him to turn around. Here you were, Alejandro Medina's granddaughter and it was the very first time his former flight student had ever seen you. A young woman dressed in a washed-out blue working overall, your hair tamed in a messy bun and rather than flashy make-up, your face was tainted with black oil and dust. No wonder, you’d just sticked head first in the motor of an old propeller plane, something Amado seemed to have overlooked, when he had entered the hangar.

„No- umm-“. It was clear that the Narco was caught off guard by your question and he tried to regain his confidence as fast as possible, while you took a wet cloth from a working bench to clean your face. „Why did you never told me that you have such a beauty as your granddaughter?!“

„Careful, amigo ,“ Alejandro warned his guest, before he leaned back and left the rest to you, knowing damn well that you were a woman, who could handle herself. Ignoring Amado's comment fully, you stepped forward and started. „You said the payment is good, then tell me what you can offer us. We need our expanses covered: Kerosin, spare parts, as well as the working hours and a security fee. If your boss expects an exclusive treatment here, then he‘ll have to pay for it.“

„Of course, of course. We’ve thought about a monthly fee of 25,000 dollars-"

„Do you think I’m dumb?“, you shot back at him in an instant, causing Amado to stare at you with confusion. "No, not at all", he answered quickly, still sticking to his offer, while looking at you. It was almost comedical. The tall Narco towered over you with about one head and you knew that guys like him had probably a lot of corpses in their trunk, yet you held your ground with the negotiation ambition of an american businessman.

"I know the price range for cocaine – my brother lives in Miami and flies those rich gringos around, who snort the white Colombian shit like cars on a highway. And since the price is still going up, i want profit sharing. Ten percent for each plane that lands here."

A huff came from Amado's lips, followed by a chuckle that almost came off like he didn't take you serious. Actually he was quite impressed. "You're a tough one to ask for that sum, Cariño." You just responded to those words with a waiting smile, still ready to discuss further.

"Five percent," the Narco suddenly offered, but just a second in between and you said: "Eight."

For a moment, Amado stopped and looked straight into your eyes. In his mind he already calculated the numbers, at least roughly. His jaw clenching as he knew he would need to explain all of this to his boss. "Seven. Last offer or i'll find another service."

"You won't find a better one, seven it is then", you agreed with a smirk on your lips, stretching your hand out for an agreement shake. For you, the deal was still a big win given the enormous amount of money the cartels were making with coke. Amado on the other hand had to surrender himself to the thought that your pretty face had distracted him from being harsher in this negotiation. Felíx will probably rip his ass open for that.

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The months passed and the hangar and landing strip of Medina Aviations became the number one hub for aerial drug trafficking from Colombia to Mexico. Every day flights set off to Calí or came back from there with precious cargo: loads and loads of cocaine. The partnership with the Guadalajara cartel had already proven itself and it became a Win-Win for both sides. You made so much money that you were able to expand the hangar, buy the latest mechanical gear on the market and spare parts to have them in stock – of course with the rest both you and your family were able to live very comfortable in a newly built mansion near your working place. On the other side Amado and his plane fleet did got the 'exclusive treatment' you had promised him. The planes of the Guadalajara cartel were the only ones that were allowed to land, park and start from here, and for storing the coke, you had organized the building of a storehouse right next to the hangar. Whenever a plane had a problem, whether it were the propeller or the engine, you took the task very seriously and even worked through the night if necessary to fix it. It was this dedication that Amado started to admire in you, whenever he came to Juárez. Well, not just this of course. After you two had started off a little bit rough, it didn't took long until the ice between you two finally broke. Not only were you becoming a very reliable partner in a business sense, the way you always welcomed him with jokes on your lips and didn't back off when he teased you, which usually ended in a playful argument, slowly forged a friendship.

Of course, Amado being Amado, he was a big flirt at heart and you were quite the sight. He didn't care that the men around him find it boyish when a woman wore unisex workwear like the blue overall with the Medina Aviation logo, which your grandfather frequently wore too. But for him it was part of the charm, only underlining your pretty face and your coquettish smile. However, to this day, you successfully resisted every flirt that came from his mouth, even when he called you by a pet name, with the most frequent being Cariño, Pajarito or Ángel. You didn't tell him to fuck off either, so in a way, all of this just added an extra level of ambition he found in himself to get you.

It was one of those days, where Amado flew his own Cessna from Guadalajara to Juárez to get it checked, before he would do a jump over to Colombia, for a business meet-up with Calí cartel godfather Pacho Herrera. Owning a plane and flying to destinations whereever and whenever he wanted was one of the things Amado just loved about being a pilot and working in a job that gave him unlimited freedom in terms of money. Once he'd landed safely, he brought the plane right in front of the hangar, where you were already working on another aircraft. The moment he climbed out and adjusted his sunglasses, his eyes went up to you standing on the wing of a mid-sized drug trafficking airplane in the heat of the day, the upper half of your workwear jumpsuit was tied loosely around your hips, while it exposed the fact that you just wore a bikini top underneath. It took a while for Amado, while he was standing there and staring, before he finally got words from his lips. "Is this part of the service too?!", he called out in a teasing tone.

"If so, i should charge you extra," you shot back, not caring about your appearence in this moment at all. Oh, how he'd missed this. "I'm right there, just a second!" With a few precise handles you finished the work you'd done on the propeller and jumped off the wing to greet your business partner with a smile. "If that is not 'El Señor de los Cielos' in person, what can i do for you?", you asked directly, as always, skipping the smalltalk to get right to the task, although Amado had no interest in taking off that fast again. "I need you to take a look at my Cessna's engine... it makes a weird rattling sound i hadn't heard before and i need to get to Colombia without crashing over the ocean." Your hands were already on your toolbag and you signaled him to follow you. In no time, you opened up the nose of his airplane and let him help you to take off the cover, revealing the motor for a check.

While you examined the engine, you were fully aware that Amado's eyes were glued onto your back and torso, clearly stunned that you simply ran around like this. "I know that you're staring," you commented, not even turning around.

"Well, can you blame me, Cariño? You're the one running around like this and expect me to keep my eyes shut, i am just a man."

"Ah sorry, i forgot about that", you teased back with a chuckle, while you finally had the problem right in front your eyes. It was time for an oil change and there were a few metal nuts missing, who weren't tight enough and probably fell off during the vibrations of the motor. "Alright, i am going to fix this, no problem. It shouldn't take long either. But we need to do a test flight, before i can let you take the whole way over to Calí."

And you held your word as you fixed the engine in about an hour including a cleaning and motor test. Once the cover was back on, Amado seemed to wait before he got onto his plane again. He simply opened the door, as if he wanted you to step in first. "Remember the last time you told me that you've never flown one of those latest Cessna models? Now is the chance, Pajarito. After you."

The sudden offer caught you a bit off guard, while you were cleaning your hands from the motor oil. You knew that Amado called this Cessna his baby and he wouldn't let anyone else fly it if it wasn't a question of life and death. Given this chance however, you nodded quickly with a smile on your lips, before would he could get a chance to think this over and it didn't take more than a few seconds to get you into the pilot seat. What a feeling! You've regularly flown older models, but this one was the newest with the latest technical equipment and a beautiful interior. It even smelled new. Amado closed the door and took the seat next to you, while you were already preparing the start of the engines. "Beautiful, right? Flying this Cessna feels just like sex – okey, almost", he joked and it got him a laugh out of you, as you were adjusting the headset and drove the plane into starting position. "Now that we're here, i just noticed that i've never seen you fly a plane before."

"Bad for you, because i learned from the best."

"Just like i did", he grinned as you referred to your grandfather, who was without a doubt a legend for both of you. And with that you took off perfectly, no shaking, no rattling sound, just a soft transition from the ground to the sky. And it was the feeling you fell in love with, every time you were able to pilot a plane. It was what made you and Amado similar as both of you craved the feeling to be up in the sky, where nothing and everything seemed to matter all at once. It was exciting and relaxing at the same time, while there was no other way for humans to come closer to the freedom birds held when they flew through the sky. Once you got to a certain height, you adjusted the Cessna's position as you softly balanced the plane during your flight over Juárez. And it was in this moment, Amado took the chance for a chat with you, asking a question he actually wanted to ask for quite some time. "So, be honest, anyone waiting for you down there, Cariño? Boyfriend, husband, whatever?"

The sudden question made you chuckle, as your eyes went to him for a quick moment, studying if it was just another one of his jokes. "Are you asking this because i cannot jump off now and escape the question?"

"Maybe. I just want to check out if i'd have any form of a chance", Amado answered with a playful smile, a little tease, but it carried honesty, as he'd known you for quite some time now. It would've been a fucking lie, that he never thought about taking a step forward. Maybe a bolder step than just flirtatious words.

"First: As if you are the person to back off if it would be the case, Amado Carillo Fuentes. Second: What if i tell you that no, there's no one right now?"

"Then i would ask, if you just lied to me, because in no damn reality a girl like you wouldn't have a bunch of men waiting in line."

You laughed again, a soft shimmer of red appearing on your cheeks. It was hard to get you out of your carefully crafted shell. Being a woman in a male-dominated field meant that you always had to prove yourself, even more despite the good work you did. It was true that for a long time, you hadn't really allowed yourself to be more open to the advances of men that caught your interest as well. And the truth was, that Amado had grown on you. Lately, you even caught yourself missing him, internally waiting for the next time he would come to Juárez.

"In all honesty, you're not the first one asking me something like that, but i am aware i am a difficult person myself and on top of that i hate to deal with idiots around me. I have my standards."

"Standards, huh?", the man next to you smirked in response to that, leaning back in his seat, while he clearly calmed down whenever he was sitting in a plane. "And i can assure you, you're not as difficult as you might think. I would even think that no one actually is."

"Is that so? Then enlighten me."

"Maybe i will, once we get back to the hangar", he said with his usual happy-go-lucky smirk.

"Now you're the complicated one", you commented in response, but the words still caught your interest. Maybe it was time for you to take a step forward as well?

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The flight over Juárez turned out to be one of the most pleasant ones you had for a long time. Even though you wouldn't have to take so long for a test flight, you stretched it out of purpose to have the sunset marking the point, when you would return Amado's Cessna back to the hangar. Just as smooth as you took off, you landed the plane and brought it back into its parking position, perfect for a last Kerosin fuel-filling before your business partner can safely make his flight to Calí. But before you would let him go, you promised Amado a cold beer, conveniently out of the refrigerator that was standing around the seating area of the open hangar. You took out two bottles and opened them directly on the edge of one of the work benches, which earned you an impressed whistle from your guest.

"What are we toasting to?", you asked him, after you handed Amado one of the beers and leaned your back against the work bench behind you. Instead of simply taking a seat, he had followed and just took his place standing right in front of you, setting up a more intimate moment without even thinking further about it. After a short moment of thinking, Amado announced with a smirk. "Why not toasting to this wonderful flight with more to come? And to us of course."

With a bright smile you nodded and clang your bottle against his before taking a good sip from the cold, tasteful beer. You and Amado were the only ones left here, given the usual timings of the smuggling flights and the fact that your grandfather used to finish his work about an hour ago. Knowing this too, Amado's eyes were still locked with yours and it could've been seen as an attempt to read your mind in this moment – even though you were probably thinking the same right now as you placed the beer bottle right next to you. He couldn't even say a word, when you suddenly stepped over the line that was already hair-thin between you two, with your hands grabbing his black shirt, pulling him down for a kiss.

Maybe he had underestimated you, when it came to that, but hell, he would never complain about this either. Quite the contrary. He didn't waste any time now as it was an invitation for his hands to wrap them around your waist. Having you still wearing that jumpsuit half-zipped, it was an easy access to touch your soft skin underneath his fingers, a sensual feeling he'd craved for... too long actually. Amado leaned into the kiss and started to dive into your mouth with his tongue, continuing this intense dance with you like he was about to savour the fucking fountain of life.

"Time to find out what's better, flying a Cessna or having sex. What do you say, mi Hermosa?", Amado whispered against your lips, when you parted the kiss for a moment to catch a breath. His nose softly touched yours as he waited for your answer. You could push him away now, if you'd wanted it to and he would never touch you again. But he already sensed that you were not the type of girl that would back off now. And your coquettish grin told him anything he needed to know. "You're driving me crazy, i hope you know that...", he added, his lips still close to yours.

"I know", you whispered teasingly, while you grabbed him by the belt and pulled his hip between your legs, feeling the bulge in his pants he couldn't really hide anymore. "Maybe we're both not very complicated..."

Amado chuckled, nodding in approval to your words, before he shut your mouth with another kiss. His hands started going upwards, opening your bikini top, which made it conveniently easy for him. The fabric quickly dropped down to the ground, before his hands cupped your breasts and started kneating them. His fingers playfully squeezed your hardened nipples, the soft sensual pain brought you to gasp into the kiss. It earned you a pleased and excited smirk of the man that had caused it and Amado couldn't deny that he had his eyes on you for a long time now, actually from the very first day he had seen you. It was the way you kept up with him and the playful disputes you two had, followed by nerdy chats about planes and pilot shit. And topping this, you were one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid his eyes upon, an angel. Now he was finally able to show you how much he really craved everything that you were.

With one hand still on your tits, his other one crept down your belly, right under the fabric of your jumpsuit and the string you wore underneath. Once his fingers reached your clitoris, you instantly bit your lip, knowing that he was able to feel how the heat of the moment had captured your body already. "What's that, huh? So eager for me, Cariño?", Amado mumbled against your ear, touching you with practiced motions of his fingers. He slipped them easily between your dripping wet folds, leaving his thumb rubbing over your clit – this man knew exactly what he did and it had its power over you. Biting your lip didn't help in any way as he forced you to moan in response to his hand treatment. "Fuck–", you hissed, while your hands searched for a hold on the or the work bench, as he pushed you further and further. "What, don't tell me you're already giving up?"

He hadn't even spoken the words fully, when your hands were already opening his belt and his jeans, with one of them grabbing his hard cock. "I could enjoy this treatment all night long, but i think you're the one, that can't wait anymore", you whispered your tease with a shaky voice, massaging his length, which caused him to groan out of pleasure. Despite your work as a mechanic, for some reason you had still those neat and soft hands that just wrapped perfectly around him. But hell, he wouldn't let it end here in any way as he didn't want to have the first time with you just jerking each other off by hand. So with a sudden grab, he pulled his hand out of your jumpsuit and yours from him. Instead he wrapped his arms around your hip and lifted you up from the work bench, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you over to the old couch of the seating area. In a rush of dominance, he pinned you down on the cushion and bent over you. His lips found your neck and started to create a pattern of small hickeys.

"Do you regret provoking me, mi amor... i could just leave you in your heat now, begging for my cock," Amado whispered against your ear, which sent a shiver down your spine. "Oh you wouldn't do this now, would you? I don't think you get your jeans up again with this thing ready," you purred back, while your hand gently stroked the hair on his neck. It needed just your touch for him to thrill him even more. Amado had already the tip of his cock ready at your entrance, which made it hard to stick to his threat now more than ever.

"You're right, fuck this–" he mumbled – too heavy was the wish to finally feel you, to finally make you his. And with a sudden thrust, he shived himself into you, conquering your tight pussy with his hardened length up to his balls. A dark moan came from his lips, as he stopped for a moment to enjoy the perfect feeling, while his eyes were locked in yours. You were like a painting for him, with your mouth open, your beautiful eyes half-lid open and focused on him, moaning his name while he took you now. It encouraged him to bring you over the edge first, to give you the best fucking time you had, so that he will be the man you craved for in every dream from now on. "Scream for me, Cariño! I want to hear my name from your mouth", Amado demanded with an excited grin, while his hips moved against yours and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air around you, an orchestra of your shared pleasure mixed with those pretty moans. He hit the perfect spot over and over again, it became harder for you to pull yourself together. So you gave him what he asked for and screamed his name again and again. "Amado– !" Your fingers digged themselves into his skin in a desperate search for a hold, while you came to the height of your lost. He pushed you over the edge and the electrifying feeling of an orgasm errupted in your body. With your walls tightening around his cock, there was no way he could keep himself from coming too. Just as he'd hoped for, you and Amado were sharing this perfect moment of pleasure, while his arms wrapped tighter around you. He pulled you closer to feel your skin against his, while his heart felt like it would jump out of his chest soon.

With a half-roll, he switched the position with you, so that you were able to lie down on his chest, as you both tried to catch your breath from the intense moment you had just shared. Softly, Amado's hand reached out to push some of your wild strains of hair out of your face, before he left his hand on your cheek.

"Now this... this was the only thing better than flying," Amado whispered with a blissfull smirk, before he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

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Posting here to see if anyone would want a Mandalorian Obi-Wan running away from the Jedi instead of going to Bandomeer. You know, cause he shouldn't have been assigned to the agricorps until he was 13.

Also, I wrote a bit for it and have about 5k worth of story written. Might bit the bullet and post on AO3 finally.

[ update: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64980298/chapters/167055088 ]

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Obi-Wan quietly snuck around the hangar until there weren't any maintenance droids and even fewer beings. The air felt still. Almost stale from disuse. The explorcorps mechanics were nowhere to be found. A starskipper was parked with a lowered ramp.

He drew in a breath. Let it out slowly. He could do this.

"The Force is with me."

He managed to sneak onto the starskipper.

"I am one with the Force."

The council should have remembered the first half of his life. He used his datapad to clone the keycode for the starskipper.

"There is no death, there is only the Force."

He punched in the keycode. It allowed him to retract the ramp. He flipped through several switches to begin departure. His hands were starting to sweat.

"There is no emotion, there is peace."

His voice cracked on the last word. He focused on going through the pre-flight check. The ship had been sitting after all. The fuel tank was full.

"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge."

The ship was in good condition. The pre-flight check beeped all clear. He flipped several switch covers and began a launch sequence.

"There is no passion, there is serenity."

It didn't help that his heart was pounding as the ship rose. He started to plot his first hyperspace jump. A starskipper could do several. He just needed to get out of atmo and gun it... Quinlan would kill him for not telling him about this. Quinlan was also a padawan who'd been wanted by the order.

"There is no chaos, there is harmony."

The hangar's air control was trying to beep in as he slowly passed the ground crew and other ships. That had taken longer than Obi-Wan expected. He ignored the hails to acknowledge who was taking out the ship.

"There is no death, there is the Force."

He strapped into the pilot's seat. Took the two large controls in his hands. Then he flew the ship up and out of the open hangar door. He was leaving Coruscant behind. He was leaving his home behind.

The temple finally managed to break through the comms. He heard a swear as he looked at an explorcorps member. Obi-Wan smiled. He didn't acknowledge that he was being asked to return back to the temple. Immediately.

"I am grateful to the order for all it has done for me. However, my place is no longer with the Jedi or the agricorps."

The Force had been quiet until now. It lit up when he said that. Felt like a warm cuddle pile with all his crechmates. This was the right decision. Obi-Wan broke atmo. He pushed the lever for the hyperdrive to boot into his first plotted jump. He hoped he wouldn't end up crashing into a planet at the end of it.

Blue streaks began to surround the ship. It was too late to back out.

"May the Force be with you."

Almost thirteen was too old for a Jedi. There was one thing the council should have remembered before assigning him to the agricorps. Almost thirteen was perfect for a Mandalorian.

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“Where’s Your Head At”

Scorch × Reader

Blaster bolts lit the Shipyards catwalks like strobe lights in a night‑club. Not the vibe you’d planned when you sliced the maintenance door for a clean bounty grab. One step in—boom—three Separatist commandos, a Vult‑droid wing overhead, and four Republic commandos in matte Katarn armor stacking up beside you.

Boss—orange pauldrons, voice like a field sergeant holo‑ad—barked, “Unknown armed asset on deck C‑7, identify.”

You spun your WESTAR pistol. “Asset? Cute. Name’s [Y/N]. Freelance.”

To your right, the green‑striped commando muttered, “Freelance complication.”

Behind him, the crimson‑visored sniper gave a low chuckle. “Complication’s bleeding already.”

And then the demolition expert—Scorch, yellow stripes, joking even under fire—leaned out, lobbed a flash, and yelled over the alarm, “Hey, freelancer! Where’s your head at? Left or right? Pick a lane before someone decorates the floor with it.”

Something about the grin in his voice made you smirk. You dropped behind a crate with them just as the flash popped. “Guess it’s with you nerf‑herders for the next five minutes.”

Five minutes stretched into an hour of shutdown corridors, hacked bulkheads, and mortar echo. Fixer sliced the security mainframe; you handled the underside maintenance ports he couldn’t reach without alerts. Your bounty (a Neimoidian logistician) was fleeing in the same direction as Delta’s target datapack—perfect overlap.

Sev provided overwatch, grimly amused, “Bounty hunter’s got decent trigger discipline. Don’t shoot her yet.”

Boss’ voice echoed over the comms, “Mission first. Everyone out alive—optional.”

Scorch, planting shaped charges, kept the tone light. “C’mon, Boss. Optional? I was just getting to like her. She laughs at my jokes.”

“I’m laughing at the absurd probability I survive this.”

“Stick with me, you’ll live. Probably. Ninety‑ish percent.”

you and Scorch sprinted down a service tunnel to place the last charge.

He tossed you a spare detonator. “Push that when Sev says ‘ugly lizard,’ okay?”

“Why that code?”

“Because he only says it when a Trandoshan shows up, and that’s exactly when we want the bang.”

Sure enough, Sev’s dry voice soon crackled, “Ugly lizard, twelve o’clock.” You hit the switch. The deck buckled, cutting off enemy reinforcements. Scorch whooped, slammed his gauntlet against yours. “Told ya. Harmonic teamwork.”

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With the datapack secured and your bounty stunned in binders, you and Delta reached the evac gunship. Boss motioned you aboard. “Republic intel could use your debrief.”

You eyed the Neimoidian. “He’s my paycheck.”

Fixer chimed in “Republic will pay more for him and the pack.”

“And we didn’t vaporize you. Factor that into the fee.” Sev said dryly.

Scorch stepped closer, visor tilting. “Look, [Y/N]—head’s gotta be somewhere, right? Why not keep it above water instead of floating in space? Ride with us, collect a bonus, maybe grab a drink later.”

You raised a brow. “With commandos?”

He shrugged. “I make a mean reactor‑core cocktail. Ask Sev, he hates it.”

“Because it’s toxic,” Sev deadpanned.

You exhaled, Chaos, adrenaline—these kriffers matched the tempo of your life better than any cartel employer had.

“Fine,” you said, hauling the Neimoidian up the ramp. “But the drink’s on you, Demo‑Boy.”

Scorch’s laugh filled the gunship bay. “Knew your head was in the right place.”

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.Hours later, in a Republic forward hangar, the bounty transfer finished. Boss handed you a cred‑chip far heftier than expected. “Hazard compensation,” he explained.

Fixer simply nodded—respect acknowledged. Sev offered a half‑grin. “Next time I say ‘ugly lizard,’ you better still be on our channel.”

Then Scorch leaned against a crate, helmet off, sandy hair plastered, scorch‑mark across one cheek. “So… drink?”

You twirled the chip between gloved fingers. “Where’s your head at now, Scorch?”

He winked. “Currently? Somewhere between ‘mission accomplished’ and ‘hoping you stick around long enough for me to find out what other explosives we make together.’”

You laughed—a real laugh, no alarms or blasterfire backing it. “Buy me that reactor‑core cocktail, and we’ll see.”

As you walked out side by side, the distant clang of sortie sirens sounded almost like drums.

And in the thrum of the hangar lights, you realized: this rhythm—wild, unpredictable, deafening—might be exactly where your head belonged.

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wolveria · 5 months ago

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What We Did on Felucia - Ch 9

Pairing: The Bad Batch x f!Reader (Tech x Reader chapter)

Story Tags: Smut, dubcon, slow burn, sex pollen, eventual polybatch

Chapter Summary: “You may do more than look, if you wish.”

AO3

The conversation with Master Shaak Ti left you unbalanced and doubtful. A part of you took comfort in the knowledge that your master always meant for you to come to Kamino and be amongst the clones, but you doubted he would have approved of where it led.

Remaining in the room to continue meditation was impossible, so you let your mind carry you as you walked the circumference of the domes. Your master had called it a sort of walking meditation, often solving problems that escaped him by simply letting his body go where it willed.

Perhaps it was no surprise you ended up in the hangar where the Marauder berthed. The silhouette of the ship with its cutting lines and sleek angles brought comfort in its familiarity, and you walked up the gangway without a second thought.

You sensed him just before you finished ascending the steps, and you froze at the entrance of the cockpit. Tech was under the pilot-side dashboard, doing repairs or maintenance from the look of the tools in his hand. He also wore his helmet, schematics glowing on his front visor. No words came to mind as your gaze roved up his long legs and flat stomach.

Unbidden came the memory; desperate, aching, and too hot, grinding against him seeking relief.

You turned back to the door.

“Is there something you need?”

At his unfortunate choice of words, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly turned to face the interior of the cockpit.

“I didn’t realize anyone was here. Should I… Would you like me to go?”

“Why would I want that?”

He continued to work, not once glancing down at you. You tried not to shift on your feet.

“I thought I might be a distraction.”

“You won’t be.”

This was a bad idea. Leaving was the smart thing to do, so you said, “All right,” and sat in the copilot chair. You perched on the edge of it, not allowing yourself to get too comfortable, and your attention drifted back to his legs. The braces had been removed, replaced with his usual sparse armor.

“How do you feel?”

He glanced at you then, apparently confused at your question, but when he saw where your gaze lingered, he understood.

“Quite well. Some stiffness remains and the joints aren’t as mobile as before, but that will improve with stretching and light activity.” He paused for a moment, both with his speech and with his hands, and then he said, “Thank you for asking.”

You smiled a little. A few minutes of silence passed, long enough for you to start to slip into a halfway meditation when he spoke again, bringing you back.

“Why did you come aboard if you thought the ship was empty?” Tech’s question was curious but in a vague way, most of his attention diverted to the repairs.

“It’s quiet here. Perfect for meditation.”

His hands paused again.

“Most of Tipoca City is quiet, with the exception of wherever the regs are.”

That was true; the clone troopers and cadets brought a sense of warmth and light to an otherwise silent city filled with white halls and surrounded by a cold ocean.

“It’s a different kind of quiet,” you said, watching the busy movement of clones and droids from the viewport. “It’s not completely silent here, even with the engine shut down. The life support system gives off a very slight hum, and the hyperdrive has its own kind of constant energy. It’s… relaxing.”

“I do not know what hum or energy you speak of, but Hunter says the same.” And without missing a beat, he added, “You’re not comfortable on Kamino.”

The question caused a hiccup in your thoughts. Only Tech could be so blunt and catch a Jedi off-guard.

“No, Kamino is fine, it’s…”

You reflected how comfortable you were around the clones, how well you fit in with the Batch. You’d watched many cadets grow into troopers, and the squad was no exception. You’d tried to protect them from a distance, even before you joined as their commander and their present danger had become battle droids. As much as you enjoyed some parts of Kamino, the Kaminoans weren’t one of them.

Tech said nothing, simply waited for you to finish your thought, and you finally said, “I… simply find it more comfortable here on the ship.”

“And in our barracks.”

You looked away in embarrassment rather than denial. You’d avoided their barracks since returning, but before the mission to Felucia, you’d spent more time there than your own quarters. It had taken a lot of coaxing on their part, but it had started to feel like home.

There was no denying the room was a mess, but it felt wonderfully lived-in, with couches and armchairs “borrowed” from offworld. The warm lights strung around Wrecker’s bunk, the chaotic workshop on Tech’s, Echo’s nearby hammock filled with blankets and pillows. Crosshair’s “nest” blocked off by storage crates, the wall above his bunk displaying his perfect target shots. And then there was Hunter’s bunk, clean and crisp to military standard, but in his footlocker he kept a collection of sentimental items he thought no one knew about, including two holoimages.

One holoimage displayed the squad outside the Republic base on Coruscant, taken before you joined the squad. The other holoimage showed the six of you perched on one of the massive trees of Kashyyyk, taken by a scouting probe droid Tech temporarily “borrowed” to capture the image. It was your first time on Kashyyyk, and you’d said something about how it reminded you of Cathar. So, the men had taken it upon themselves to make sure you had a memento to take with you, and you had a second image you kept in your quarters.

“And your barracks,” you agreed.

Nothing else was said for a while, and you continued to stare out the viewport without really seeing beyond. You tried to think of nothing at all, especially the decision that hung over your head, but as soon as your focus strayed, so did your gaze. It wandered back to the clone under the dashboard, roving over his long limbs and lean muscle.

Too late you realized Tech was watching you, and your gaze fixated on the buttons on the console.

“You can look.”

You blanched at his words. You really shouldn’t. Really, really shouldn’t. But as inevitable as a meteor caught in a gravitational well, your gaze landed on him. His eyes held yours for a moment before he returned to his task.

And you did look, wholly and without restraint, admiring the casual confidence in his body as he propped one leg up, the other bent at the knee. With a shift of his hips, he readjusted his position. Perhaps it wasn’t even on purpose, but the result was the same. You wanted.

Without looking at you, his voice low and smooth and caressing down your spine, he said, “You may do more than look, if you wish.”

You closed your eyes, claws pressing down and threatening to sink into the armrest cushions. The question left you in a devastated whisper.

“Are you sure?”

“Completely.”

By the time you gathered your wit enough to open your eyes, Tech had returned to his work, and the idea that he wouldn’t be distracted from his task no matter what you did to him was like a low punch to the gut. He hadn’t done anything, hadn’t spoken more than a few words, and yet, you would do anything for him. All he had to do was ask.

You knelt beside him, still in a state of disbelief as your knees braced against the durasteel. Your gaze trailed up his long thighs, and then your fingers followed, tracing up the outward curve of muscle. At the touch, he spread them wider, and you knelt between his knees without thought, palms caressing up his legs.

As you predicted, he continued to work at the panel, but his outward appearance didn’t match the simmering interest under the surface. You leaned down and pressed your cheek against his unarmored abdomen, and even though there were at least two layers between you, he took a small, inaudible breath.

Needing more, you rose up his body and settled your weight on him, still wedged between his spread legs as you found your target. Experimentally, more curious than experienced, you traced your lips along the thin strip of exposed skin that lay between the neckline of his suit and the bottom of his helmet.

A shiver ran up his body, but he still continued to work, his patience outmatching yours. You put your hands on either side of his helmet and gently tugged it upward, removing it completely.

Tech frowned and opened his mouth to object, and then you planted your lips just below his ear and licked.

He failed to remain unmoved, and Tech sucked in a breath, his hips pushing up in what felt like an unconscious response. Tilting his head back, you dragged mouth and teeth over the sharp edges of his jaw, and when you sucked hard on one spot where his jaw met his throat, he made his first noise, a weak, breathy moan.

Savoring the victory, you kissed up his jaw to his cheek, and then the corner of his mouth, but you pulled away before your lips could meet. You marveled at his flustered state, the flush in his cheeks and the dark pools of his eyes. With careful gentleness, you lifted his goggles and pulled them over his head, depositing them on the floor. You brushed your thumbs over the indents left under his eyes, smiling softly.

Tech stared up at you, eyes round and expressive and almost startled. Fondness and warmth hit you so completely it was like a physical thing.

“I still want to kiss you,” you said.

“Indeed?”

“Mmm.”

“Then you may do so.”

You kissed him.

You’d never kissed anyone before. Although you understood the principle, you’d never understood the practice—not until his lips were warm against yours and you breathed in the scent that was his alone. And when Tech finally put down his hydrospanner and placed his hands on the small of your back, you curiously licked the seam of his mouth.

Tech opened his lips, granting you access, and you tasted him hungrily, pressing deeper until he trembled under you. You finally broke the kiss, gasping for breath, and he wasn’t much better off, trying to catch his air as he stared up at you with something like awe.

“I haven’t… told Hunter my decision yet,” you panted.

“But you have made a decision.”

“Yes.” Your smile faded as you met his eye. Maybe you should have planned this out better, but as soon as you walked onto the ship and saw Tech, your decision was made. “I want this.”

“Good. You can tell him later.”

He lowered his face and pressed his lips to your neck, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

“But…” you gasped, “but what about your research? And-and laying down ground rules?”

You felt the smirk against your skin.

“When have we ever followed rules?”

He sucked right below your jaw, and you had to be careful not to catch your nails in his outer suit.

“I… I want…”

“To have intercourse with me?” he asked between the sizzling attention on your neck.

“Yes.”

“Thank the Maker.”

You let out a quick laugh that sharpened into a moan as he continued his merciless onslaught.

“How should we proceed?”

“Just like this,” you said with strained words. “I want you right here.”

“Then here you shall have me.”

You claimed his lips again, sloppy and without grace as you reached down and fumbled off his codpiece. This might be your first experience kissing, but you remembered how to do this much through the feverish haze of your memory. Your hand dipped into his body suit and you gripped his erection. Tech gasped and rutted into your hand with an urgency you understood too well. Between Tech’s enhanced focus and your own trained discipline, you were typically the most steadfast members of the group, but he was just as impatient as you were, as if something had been left unfinished since Felucia.

“I doubt… I will last long… if you continue.”

You eased up and said, “More testing later, then,” and his wide-eyed expression was one you tucked away for safekeeping. Breathless and stunned was a good look on him.

Releasing him and rising to your knees, you stripped off your outer and inner robes, and Tech watched intently as you peeled off the rest of your body suit. It was risky being nude in the hangar bay, and Tech immediately understood that, because with a press of his wrist comm he closed the hatch.

“And next time,” you added, “I plan on you being naked, too.”

“I approve of this plan.”

After you pulled your bandeau over your head and tugged your underwear down both legs, you straddled Tech’s lap. His gloved hands gravitated to your waist, running his fingers up and down your fur.

Impatient and unable to wait any longer, you leaned up onto your knees and tugged down his waistband, freeing his cock. The head dripped with precum, skin flushed and hard, aching with a need you shared. You pushed the head against your entrance and slowly sank down. You didn’t take the time to prepare, not wanting to delay, and it was unnecessary in the end.

Tech’s hold on your hips tightened, his breathing shallow and uneven as he bit his lip. Giving into temptation, you leaned down and kissed him, nibbling his bottom lip for yourself. Tech groaned into your mouth.

As soon as he was fully sheathed inside, you started a slow grind on his lap, nearly overwhelmed by the fulness inside and the involuntary motions and noises you pulled out of him.

You ground down harder, picking up a faster pace and being forced to let go of the kiss. Hands braced against his chest, you watched his expression, not wanting to miss the hazy, drunk with pleasure glaze in his eyes.

Something hot and tight clenched in your gut, and around his cock, and he moaned in the back of his throat.

“You are… exquisite.”

The clench and throb came again, and you moved faster, chasing that elusive feeling.

“I’m close, Tech. I’m so close.”

“I know, darling, I can feel it.”

Your nails dug into his chest armor, lamenting that you couldn’t feel his bare skin, but you would be unable to look at his armor again without thinking of this, riding him on the floor of the cockpit.

When Tech reached between you and his thumb pressed on your clit, you were gone. Lost in a haze of white, blinding light, suspended in a pleasure that seemed impossible. And then you slammed back into your body, muscles so tight they almost hurt as you clenched around him.

Without thought, you opened your mouth and descended, sharp teeth sinking into the thick material that covered his shoulder and neck. Tech groaned, and then gasped, his hands on your hips pulling you downward as he throbbed inside you.

The grip was hard and bruising, and he didn’t release you until the last of his orgasm faded away. He massaged your hips, and when he spoke, his voice was a beautiful wreck.

“I was too rough. I apologize.”

Thankfully your teeth had only marked up his suit, not his skin, but you couldn’t explain your faint disappointment at that fact.

“You were perfect.”

He inhaled a small breath as you dragged your lips along his neck, lazy and unhurried.

“You will have bruises.”

“Good.” You licked along the column of his throat. “When I see them, I’ll remember this.”

“Perhaps… you won’t need bruises as a reminder.”

You stopped licking and sat up, meeting his eye so you wouldn’t misinterpret what he was hinting at.

“Is this what you want? For all of us? Even if you would be…” You didn’t know how else to say it. Tech did.

“Sharing you with my brothers?”

You clenched your jaw at the surge of want that statement brought, slightly mortified that the idea of being shared was so appealing, but Tech’s vague hint of a smile told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

And then his gaze grew softer, warmer, and he grazed your cheek with his gloved fingers.

“If you choose to be in a relationship with us, what moments you spend with them does not diminish the time we have together. And I know whatever connection you and I have does not lessen your affection for my brothers. We are each different, and therefore, each of us will be something different to you.”

You leaned into his touch, smiling a little as your own fingers stroked his hair, now messy and no longer slicked back.

“I knew you were smart, but I didn’t realize you were so wise.”

“Well, then allow me to continue to surprise you.”

Tech hugged you around the waist so when he sat up, you were perched on his lap. His cock still inside you, you could feel him grow hard again, and he kissed you with a slow heat that had you clench around him. It was debauched and filthy, the way he parted his lips and sampled your taste, nothing scientific or careful about it.

When he broke the kiss, his lips immediately descended on your neck, though it didn’t stop him from talking between sucking different parts of your skin.

“You are… on contraceptives, correct?”

The noise you made couldn’t be deciphered even by you, so you shook your head. You didn’t have the wherewithal to explain that Cathar couldn’t become pregnant unless they were in heat, and that didn’t happen until they bonded with a mate.

“Hmmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, the vibration against your neck another source of pleasure. “Precautions may be prudent. Unlike the rest of the clones, we’re not sterile. And with the alterations forced on Echo, I’m not entirely certain he remains sterile as well.”

Your brain tried to catch up to you, this was important information you should be absorbing, but instead all your addled mind could focus on was the fact they weren’t sterile. They could produce offspring. They could breed.

You whined, trying to grind in his lap and not having the leverage to move how you wanted. Tech froze for a moment, as if taken by surprise, and then he caught your lips and licked into your mouth as he reached between your legs—

“Tech, come in.”

Tech pulled away with a heavy sigh, and you blinked away the heavy blanket over your mind. It was strange, unlike you, but the singular, almost animal need you’d experienced at Tech’s words could be examined at a later time. Right now, you simply considered the merits of shattering his comm device with the Force.

Giving you a look that said he knew what you were thinking, he activated his comm and said, “What is it, Hunter?”

“Are the recalibrations done?”

“Not yet. I ran into a few… complications.”

He met your eye as he drew out the phrase, gaze lidded and his lips red from kissing. It was a look far too sinful, and you faintly wondered if he understood the kind of power he wielded.

“Well, we’re leaving soon, so get her space-worthy. Have you seen the general?”

In a tone that was amazingly even, Tech said, “Have you tried her comm?”

“Of course I tried her comm.”

You tried not to smile; Tech knew full well your comm was buried somewhere in your robes.

“How about her room?”

“She wasn’t there. I’ll have to keep trying.”

“I’m sure she’ll turn up.”

Maybe Tech sounded just a little too smug, or maybe he didn’t sound annoyed enough for Hunter interrupting him in the middle of work.

“Tech...”

“Yes?”

Hunter’s sigh was audible through the line.

“At least get decent by the time we arrive.”

You froze, eyes going wide. Tech didn’t seem alarmed or surprised in any way, and if anything, he looked vaguely pleased.

“General?”

Swallowing, you nudged Tech’s comm closer to your face.

“Yes, Hunter?”

The squeak in your voice was unbecoming of a Jedi.

“We’re heading to Coruscant for a day of shore leave. Interested in coming with us?”

“Oh.” That’s not what you expected. “What’s on Coruscant?”

“Drinks and sabacc. At least, until we run out of credits.”

You frowned.

“Tech and Crosshair are supposed to be recovering.”

The heat in his voice crackled over the comm.

“If Tech is feeling well enough for other recreational activities, then he can survive a trip to 79’s.”

Your face went hot, and Tech leaned forward to speak.

“Technically, she did most of the work.”

You covered your face with one hand, mortified.

“You two already had fun?!” Wrecker’s voice cut into the line. “Man, I missed it.”

“You would not have been invited.”

Now you buried your face in both hands.

“It appears the general has been rendered speechless,” Tech said. “I suggest we continue this conversation when you arrive.”

Hunter sighed again, but there was some amusement to his long-suffering as he said, “Five minutes. Then we’re taking off, no matter the condition of our general and pilot.”

“Copy that.” Tech shut off the comm and stared at your face. “I have embarrassed you.”

You lowered your hands and sighed. Tech looked so concerned that you immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders, needing to be close to him again. Even if he was still technically inside you.

“I’m not used to this yet, that’s all. Please, don’t stop teasing. I actually find it quite endearing.”

“Teasing?”

You just smiled and said, “So… five minutes.”

“Three minutes and forty-six seconds,” he corrected. “Unfortunately, not enough time to explore this line of inquiry further. Perhaps…”

“Next time,” you finished for him, and gave him one last, lingering kiss before pulling off his lap. You winced at the mess trickling down your thighs, but Tech simply watched with a mixture of fascination and something else that made you seriously reconsider those remaining minutes.

Especially when you realized he was completely hard again. Just how much endurance did an enhanced clone have?

You gathered up your discarded clothing and mumbled, “Hunter has the worst timing.”

Tech sighed, stuffing his hard cock back into his body suit and reattaching his codpiece with a wince.

“That is an accurate assessment.”

You retreated into the ‘fresher only long enough to clean up and pull your underwear and robes back on. As you came out, you heard Hunter aim a hushed and very annoyed, “Really?” at Tech where he sat in the pilot seat. Tech gave him an unbothered shrug, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

You realized that walking onto the ship would be a very different experience for Hunter. Even though the air scrubbers had removed the smell of sex as far as you could tell, you could sense Hunter’s agitation. And worse, his nostrils flared as you passed him in the cockpit, confirming that even now he could smell you. You really should have used the sonic shower, even if takeoff in the small space would have earned you a few bruises.

Well, more bruises than you already had.

You buckled into one of the cockpit seats, sensing Echo, Wrecker, and Crosshair doing the same further inside the ship. And just as you predicted, the sight of Tech in full armor, the pilot seat over the spot where you’d ridden him on the floor, would haunt you the remainder of the journey.

The dark glint in Hunter’s gaze as he took his seat in the other chair didn’t help, and you knew you would spend the entire trip with thighs clenched together tight.

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lockheed-martin-unofficial · 6 months ago

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Cybertronian Equivalent of Pulling Into The Gas Station To Hide From Cops

411 words. I haven’t felt like writing lately but inspiration struck with this, not sure how to continue so I think I’ll just leave it. LITERALLY NOTHING HAPPENS HERE, just a slice of daily life briefly interrupted by a plane.

“You sure you don’t wanna come in? Hide in the shade?”

The hot Nevada sun bakes the asphalt, along with any planes unlucky enough to be parked on it. Of which there an’t many, the most prominent one being the lone, unmarked F-16 whose pilot seems to be out at the moment.

Nicole pushes open the hangar door just enough to let herself out, and leans on it with some sort of canned drink in her hand, mindful to stay in the shade. The shirt she usually wears is tied around her waist, pant sleeves rolled up to the knees.  “I’m sure I can manage.” Returns the voice over the radio hanging off her belt. She picks it up, pushing the button to talk.

“What are you doing here, anyways?”

“I hardly think that’s any of your business.”

“Whoa, okay. Just thought it might be boring. I’m bored too, you know.”

No reply. She didn’t take it to heart.

“It’s pretty hot out here. Want me to blast you with the pressure washer?”

“You bring that horrid contraption anywhere near me, and it will be the last thing you do.”

“Oookay then.” She takes the final swig of her drink, dumping the can in a small trash bin. The only reason she was here today was to finish up on some maintenance on her plane. The weather, while clear, was too hot for a comfortable flight anyway.

Taking one final look up at the sky, she heads back inside.

Nick’s mind wanders while she works. To Starscream, whatever the hell he was doing here. He already knew she wouldn’t report his presence to the Autobots unless he decided to cause trouble. That much had been put to understanding between them. She contemplates letting them know anyway. No, they would freak out, and it isn’t like he was hurting anyone. Why the hell was he in the town then? Not doing anything.

Time worked differently for cybertronians. Even if he spent the whole day here, it probably didn’t mean all that much to him. Heat must still be a problem, she thought. Nick tried to remember what Ratchet said about their temperature regulation systems.

Never mind that for now. The only temperature regulation system she should be worrying about was this carburator heater she had to fix.

Almost an hour passes until she emerges again, and it doesn’t take long to notice that Starscream is gone. His spot, across from the hangar, is now empty.

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chil-aglia · 22 days ago

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𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦? |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)

[That's not a dog]

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Didn’t have time to draw anything for this chapter but PLEASE feel free to make your own art and idk tag me in it or something. Please I’m begging for fanart for this chapter and series in general. On my knees—

Warnings: honestly not much other than the usual angst but it’s like light angst

And of course, a quick thank you to my awesome beta readers @cimmerian1275 +@bootyshakerrr9000 who helped me out a lot with this chapter! Very talented and please, go give them a follow, like their work, etc.

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Donnie didn’t think much about it when he saw the footage of the scout group leaving early in the morning, all was normal, and he trusted April to come back in one piece.

Donnie was tired at the time, so he also didn’t have the energy to give a proper look. He had been tinkering away late into the night as usual, inside the comfort of his lab. Focused on fixing anything that needed maintenance around the base. That’s what he was good for. Leo trusted him to look after the technological aspect of the Resistance.

And that’s what he was going to do.

Hours ticked by, and he hummed along to a random 80s song that got stuck inside his head when he hyper focused on something to occupy himself with. He did glance a few times back at the security footage displayed to the side. Just in case April needed some help getting inside the base.

Not that she would.

But of course little did Donnie know, April wasn’t the only one who left the base. The safety of the Resistance. And when he took another look, he almost electrocuted himself out of shock, his hands fumbling the delicate project he was working on at the moment out of utter bewilderment.

Dropping his tools he ran to the computer, pulling the screen closer and stared widely at the footage. April had returned with her group… and Caden was right there?!

Did he seriously leave with her?!

“That dumb-dumb!” Donnie hisses under his breath, running out his lab and towards the hangar. He passes by Mikey who almost got knocked over by his brother. “Whoa! Dee? What’s wrong?” Mikey called out but was ignored, making the box turtle huff exasperatedly at the lack of response and curiously follow, bidding a few awkward greetings to the yokai and people that Donnie ran by as he went.

Caden kept his head down as the group returned, fingers lightly brushing his pocket where the Krang pup snoozed. It was cute, sure—but it wouldn’t be cute if anyone found out.

Leo’s voice cut through his thoughts, and he looked up, seeing him with his arms crossed tightly in the mindscape.

“It’s not going to work... they’ll see eventually.” Leo warned.

“It’ll be fine.” Caden muttered under his breath. “Just don’t distract me.”

“You okay, Caden?” Maya asked, stepping closer. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

Startled, Caden blinked up at her. “Uh—no. Just tired. Long day.” It wasn’t a lie, but it didn’t feel like the whole truth either.

“Yeah, that’s called guilt.” Leo scoffed in his head, sensing his feelings.

“Shut up,” Caden whispered, which just earned a confused glance from Maya.

April was busy delegating, gesturing to Allan and Sorcha—the latter who was clutching her ribs and wincing. “You got hurt pretty bad. Allan, can you take her to the med bay? Maya, put away the supplies we gathered?”

As they nodded and moved on, the hangar doors burst open. Donnie barreled out, eyes blazing, finger pointed accusingly at both April and Caden.

“You two...! You let him go out there?!”

April rolled her eyes. “Nice to see you too, Donnie. Allan, take Sorcha, please.”

Sorcha limped past, muttering a quiet, ‘thanks,’ as Donnie did a double take.

“Is she—did she get hurt?!” Donnie gaped.

April raised a hand. “Relax, Donnie. We handled it.”

Donnie threw his hands up. “Handled it?! You took Caden out there without telling me! He isn't ready!”

April folded her arms. “He was fine. More than fine—he took down a Krang Hound on his own.”

That had Donnie pause for a moment. He glanced at Caden, who swallowed nervously.

“I... uh...”

Donnie clicked his tongue, trying to process it. “You should’ve told me! That Hound could’ve killed him! Look at Sorcha! That could’ve been him!”

April huffed, equally annoyed. “He handled himself. Donnie, I think he’s remembering, it was like he was back, for just a moment!” She smiled at the memory, imagining that who she saw was the older slider. Standing in front of her, panting as he took down the Krang Hound to defend her.

She then let out a sigh, deadpanning a bit. “You’re babying him.”

“Babying him?! Well…” Donnie glared briefly, looking towards Caden who was avoiding his gaze, “Well, good! Someone has to. Just because his memory is returning when he was out there, it doesn’t change the fact that it was a stupid thing to do!”

As they argued, Caden bit his lip, trying not to draw attention. His focus remained on his pocket, worried that the tiny Krang pup might wake up—and then they’d all be in trouble.

“Stupid? Donnie, he needed to get out of the base. He’s been cooped up in here for way too long. Not to mention, people are talking.” She huffs, standing beside Caden who used his cape to hide his pocket as much as he could. “Yeah, I’ve heard the rumours. And it’s spreading. People are starting to suspect something is up. They’ll find out eventually.”

Donnie let out a growl, not entirely out of aggression, but certainly enough to let them know he was not happy.

“Jeez… your family always like this?” Caden mumbled to Leo who let out a small huff of amusement.

“This is nothing in comparison to what we’re like when really peeved.” He stated, eyeing April and Donnie carefully.

They failed to notice Mikey approaching, his eyes wide when he heard the commotion and arguing, making him quickly step in between the two, “Whoa, whoa. What is going on?” He inquired curiously with a frown; he never liked it when friends and family argued.

“What happened? April took Leo outside the base!” He exclaimed, hands waving up agitatedly. Caden resisted the urge to correct Donnie that he, once again, was not Leo.

“Guys, can I leave? I’m tired.” Caden spoke up, making the three look at him, Donnie narrowing his eyes.

“Leave? Leo, we still need to check you over—“ He began to announce but April let out a sigh.

“He’s fine. You gotta trust me Dee. Let him rest.” She fired back, and this earned Caden enough distraction for him to slip away, ignoring the arguing from the brothers and April.

He felt bad for Mikey, having to no doubt be the peacemaker between those two. “Just for the record, I’m in complete agreement with Donnie. You should’ve stayed behind at the base.” Leo utters, making the young red eared slider huff at him in his head.

“Don’t you start. I already feel bad for them. It’s… my fault that they’re arguing.”

Leo was a little taken aback at the sudden comment from Caden. Unaware that he actually felt bad for their disagreement back there.

“…Don’t worry too much about them. They’ll get over it. They’ve argued worse.”

Caden frowned a little, but made no counter to the assurance, instead he tried to focus on something else, something way more important. Like where was he going to take this Krang pup?

Leo’s room was close by, plus it was the most private area for him. “No way! You are not letting that thing in my room.” Leo denied, shaking his head stubbornly when Caden smirked.

“Last I checked, it’s also now my room. And who is in control right now? Oh that’s right, me.” He couldn’t help but throw some sass back at Leo, picking up the pace confidently while Leo groans, debating if he should just push Caden away from the controls and take over.

“You’re going to regret it when that little monster wakes up, destroys my stuff and runs around the base causing chaos.” Leo deadpans with a sour look, Caden glared back at him, getting fed up with his attitude.

“It can’t be any worse than dealing with you.” He hissed, causing Leo to become a bit flabbergasted, eyes wide, watching how Caden then turns away. “Look, I’ll… I’ll deal with it.” He mumbles with assurance, “And I’ll make sure it won’t ruin your stuff. Or run out. Promise.” He exhales, one hand resting over the pocket as he feels the body of its small form.

Leo didn’t say anything after that, keeping silent and observing as to how Caden avoided being seen by passing Resistance members, keeping his hood up, secure.

As Caden moved along the corridors, the faint arguments of Donnie, April and Mikey faded, indicating they were far from the hangar now. Caden stops, standing in front of Leo’s room, with a heavy sigh he opens the door, quickly rushing in and closing it behind him.

“Made it…”

He let out a long breath, relieved that he and the Krang pup were safe and sound in the room. He only took a step forward, heading towards the bed until he froze. A figure flipped on the lamp on the bedside table, revealing none other than Casey who tilted his head at him.

“How was the trip outside?”

Caden recoils, tensing at the sudden ambush. “What the?! What are you doing here?” He exclaimed, automatically using the cape to hide the pocket once more. His eyes focused on the young boy who shrugs.

“I heard you left the base… I wanted to make sure you got back here safely.” He awkwardly responded, fiddling with his fingers as he looked down.

Caden blinks, taken aback by him. He was… waiting for him?

No, he was waiting for Leo. Not him. “You gotta go. I’m tired.” He states, walking over to grab Casey, with a grip to his arm, he pulled Casey off the bed and started pushing him over to the door.

“Hey!” Casey grumbles, narrowing his eyes at the rough handling from Caden.

But then… a whimper was heard, making them both freeze.

“Um… what was that?”

“What was what?”

Another whimper, louder this time, followed by the movement of stirring inside the pocket. Caden lets go of Casey, quickly peering inside the pocket, letting out a surprised gasp as the Krang pup pokes its head out, tongue lolling, panting and tilting its head as it peeked over the edge of the blue fabric.

Casey watched with wide eyes, “Is that…” He began to say, Caden quickly picked up the pup and held it in his arms defensively.

“It’s not what you think! I just—“

He got interrupted when Casey smiled and jogged over, “A dog?! It’s cute.” He cooed, eagerly reaching up and rubbing a finger under its chin as the Krang pup churrs happily, its small tail nub wagging.

“A dog?!” Leo coughs out, slamming his hands against the controls in shock, making Caden wince before he gazes up at Leo.

“Well, he’s not wrong.”

“He’s entirely wrong!”

Caden huffs, focusing back on the real world as he gently pats the pup. “Okay, I um… kinda took it from the trip outside. It was alone and I didn’t think it would survive out there without help, so…” Caden gently placed the pup onto the floor, watching as it sniffs the air and jumps around, exploring the room.

“Let me guess, you didn’t tell Commander April? Or anyone else that you brought home a dog?” Casey inquired, completely unaware that Leo was yelling once more.

“Not a dog! It’s a Krang Hound!” He exclaims, trying to shove Caden out the way so he could try and get control of the body, but Caden remained stubborn, pushing back.

“Would you just—! Stop pushing!”

Casey tilted his head, noticing the sudden far away look on Caden’s face. “Um… hello?” He waved his hand in front of his face. Caden who finally got Leo to step back, blinked and clears his throat.

“Sorry, what did you say?” He asked, only to receive a concerned look from the boy.

“The others don’t know about it?”

“Oh, yeah. No… I snuck it inside.” Caden shoots him a small grin, crouching down to his knees. The Krang pup notices him and chirps, stumbling over to him excitedly, it skidded into Caden’s knees when it failed to stop its own forward momentum, shaking its snout at the contact it made.

Caden chuckled softly, raising a hand and stroking the head of the pup who nuzzled its face into his tridactyl hand.

He then frowned, looking at Casey in worry. “You’re not going to tell anyone, right?” He asked, nervous that Casey was going to run out of the room and babble to the nearest person the first chance he got.

“Are you kidding? I always wanted a pet dog.” He smiled excitedly, sitting down on the floor cross legged, the Krang pup curiously sniffing at him as well, before letting out an eager noise and jumping at him, trying to climb into his lap.

Caden’s eyes grew wide, mouth open in shock.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously?!”

Leo was more shocked, though for different reasons as he leaned over the control panel for physical support, trying to not fall to his knees.

Caden ignored the bewildered older slider as he couldn’t help but smile gratefully in relief, sitting comfortably on the floor beside Casey. “Thanks… it’ll be a lot easier to keep it hidden from others with another pair of arms with me.”

“Of course! I can sneak in food, take it out on walks. You name it.”

Leo groans, hands going to his face and rubbing his eyelids down. Caden grins, leaning slightly against the slider confidently. “Looks like you’re outnumbered. The dog stays.” He rubs it in, letting out an amused snicker when Leo grumbled and narrowed his eyes at him.

“Not a dog!”

Casey pats the top of the pup's head, looking towards Caden curiously. “So, how exactly are you going to hide this little guy? We can’t always be with them 24/7.” He informs the obvious, making Caden hum in thought, his eyes focusing on the pup who was distractedly tugging at the strings of Casey’s hoodie.

“They could stay here, right? Just got to keep the door closed.”

“And if someone came inside to look for you?”

Caden furrowed his non-existent brows, drumming a finger against his knee. He takes a look around the bedroom, looking for anything that he could possibly use to hide this animal. His eyes settling upon Leo’s wardrobe, he perks up and stands up on his feet.

“I got it..!”

Eagerly but carefully, he picks up the pup from Casey’s lap and strides over to the wardrobe, opening it one handed, he peers in and notices it was quite spacious.

“I can teach them to hide in here if anyone that isn’t us comes in.”

He places down the Krang Hound in the middle of the wardrobe, stepping back to show Casey who watched with uncertainty as the pup tilted its head and let out a whimper, walking towards Caden and pawing at his leg.

“There is no way I’m letting that stay in my wardrobe. What about my pants?” Leo crossed his arms stubbornly, glaring over at the Krang animal. Caden rolled his eyes at the annoying red eared slider.

“It’s not like you need them right away.”

“Still. My wardrobe, my rules kid.”

“My dog. My rules.”

Leo gave out another annoyed huff of air, throwing his hands up in the mindscape to emphasise the way he felt. “Caden, it’s not a dog! Don’t you know what a dog looks like?!” He both scolded and inquired the young mutant who shrugs his shoulders.

“Does it matter? It’s got four legs, the size of a small pet. It’s friendly. It’s got all the dog traits.”

“If I could right now, I would have my hands wrapped around your throat.”

Caden snorts, clearly not threatened by the comment. “Sure, sure. Maybe you need a nap, gramps.” He teases, which only resulted in Leo becoming more pissed off at the young mutant.

“I’m not old!”

“Right. And that’s not a dog.”

“It’s not!”

Casey calls over the pup who wags its tiny tail, bouncing on over to the young boy and jumping up on him. “Well, I guess we can teach them how to hide. It’s not a terrible plan.” He assured, picking up the pup as it licked his face when they were close enough.

Casey giggled at the licks before returning his attention back onto Caden, “So what’s its name?” He asked, noticing the way Caden tenses up at the sudden question as he looks at the pup in confusion.

“Its name…? Um…” He leans in slightly, eyes narrowing in concentration, before he hums and steps back so he doesn’t crowd the animal. “Haven’t actually thought of one. Let’s see…” He muttered, taking a look around the room for ideas.

Casey doing the same thing while the pup just whimpers, wanting the attention to go back to them. Caden eyes the wardrobe, noticing a lot of blue.

“Bluey?”

Casey deadpans, “I don’t think that’s going to suit it.”

“Well, it’s a start.”

Casey puts down the Hound pup, hand going under his chin to think as the pup sniffs the floor once more, trotting around the room before it goes over to bed, it makes curious clicking noises, jumping up to try and climb in.

“Caden, get that away from my bed.” Leo orders, quick to notice what the pup was trying to do. Caden follows Leo’s gaze, making his way over and picking it up, before sitting down on the bed with the pup in his lap.

“I meant to get it off my bed.”

“It’s fine. Look, it’s not causing harm.”

The pup pawed at the mattress under its feet, before rolling onto its back and presenting its stomach to Caden who cooed and started softly rubbing its belly.

“And you say it’s not a dog…”

“I’m not even going to argue with you about that right now.” Leo deadpans, grimacing at the sight of Caden providing the Krang Hound affection.

“You're just jealous.” Caden spoke up under his breath, Casey letting out a confused ‘huh?’ before coming over.

“Who’s jealous?”

Caden recoils, letting out an awkward cough. “No one. Just… talking to myself?” He sheepishly grins, wanting to slap himself from his horrible attempt at a lie.

Casey knew it was strange, but he’s also seen stranger things happening so he didn’t question it further. “I should probably go. Master Raphael wanted to do some training with me.” He informed, making Caden perk up for a second.

“He’s training you?”

“Well, yeah. You all train me. Well, I guess maybe not you anymore. With the whole memory situation and the shrunken body.” He looks Caden up and down, unaware of the stiffness Caden felt from Leo who solemnly watched as Casey gave one last pat goodbye to the pup.

“I can bring back food later for it. Don’t know how long I’d be though.”

“Thanks Casey.”

With a nod, Casey made his way to the door, opening it carefully and checking outside in case someone was nearby. He was about to leave but stopped when Caden once more spoke up.

“Also, Casey?”

The young boy turns to him, “Yeah?” He responded back immediately, seeing the way Caden gave a sincere smile toward him, eyes soft.

“Thank you for keeping this a secret between us… means a lot.” He added, which had Casey feel rather proud to see Caden looking, for once, happy.

“Anytime.”

He exits the room, closing the door behind him. Finally alone, Caden let out a breath, glancing down at the tiny Krang pup who chirped and did a little circle on the bed, seeking attention.

Caden couldn’t help but smile. “Hm… guess ‘Bluey’ doesn’t suit you, not one bit of you is even blue.” He mused, studying its deep purple hide and dark pink stripes. The pup tilted its head, chirping again. Caden’s gaze wandered, catching the faint gleam of the katanas strapped to his shell. “What about… Blade?”

The pup whined, clearly not fond of the name.

“Guess not.” Caden murmured with a tired chuckle. He shrugged off his cloak and removed the sword straps, laying them neatly on the floor before flopping down onto his shell, staring up at the dull ceiling.

The Krang pup bounced closer, crawling up onto his plastron. It sat down right on his chest, staring down at him with wide, curious eyes. Caden raised a non-existent brow, lips quirking into a smirk. “What? Something on my face?” He teased, only to blink in surprise when the pup gently pawed at the stripe running under his chin.

A soft snicker escaped him, while Leo was watching the scene unfold through Caden’s eyes, his arms crossed and jaw stiff. He couldn’t help the way his chest tightened every time he looked at the pup. “You know this is a terrible idea, right? Bringing that thing into the base.”

Caden huffed, shaking his head slightly. “What’s the harm in letting it stay with us? If we raise it, it might help us out someday.”

Leo’s tone remained wary. “You don’t get it, kid. It’s cute now, but they grow. You saw what they can do.”

Caden’s smirk faded. He couldn’t forget the store—the Krang Hound’s eyes wild with hostility, its powerful jaws snapping at him. If Leo hadn’t taken over, someone—maybe April or Sorcha—could have died. The Hound had been protecting its injured companion and the pups, acting purely on instinct.

Caden swallowed hard. He understood why Leo killed it. But… he didn’t have to like it.

The pup pawed at his chin again, making a quiet, almost comforting noise. Caden’s hand moved almost on instinct, fingers gently brushing over its soft head.

“We didn’t have to kill the other pups.. .or the injured one.” He whispered, guilt threading through his voice.

Leo hesitated before responding. “...It was for the best.”

“Was it, though?” Caden whispered back, more to himself than to Leo.

Leo didn’t answer.

Caden furrowed his brows, biting the inside of his cheek as his thoughts were invaded with Donnie and April. Did they make up? Was April going to be in serious trouble? Did Mikey get through to them?

And with Donnie… did he really believe he truly wasn’t ready? That he was possibly too weak to go outside? Caden would’ve thought that perhaps the softshell would be ecstatic, that he was somehow closer to becoming ‘Leo’ again…

Caden let out a loud groan, his head throbbed for a bit from overthinking. He should learn to relax… but how could he when this was his life now? Having a constant reminder residing in his mind that he had all these sudden responsibilities.

A tense silence settled over the room. Caden eventually let out a long breath, feeling exhaustion finally catching up to him. His eyelids drooped as he yawned, the tension easing just a little now that he was safely in the bedroom. Maybe, if he just slept for a while, he could ignore the memories—ignore the guilt clawing at him.

He felt the Krang pup paw at his face, as Caden’s mind wandered to Casey. “Mm... just let me nap for a bit. Casey’ll come back with food.” He murmured, his voice fading as sleep overtook him.

The Krang pup chirped softly, sensing the change in Caden’s breathing. It scooted closer, settling itself in the crook of his neck, its tiny body warm against his skin. As it nuzzled in, Caden unconsciously tilted his head, giving it just a little more space.

The room grew quiet, and for a moment, both mutant turtle and pup could rest—finding a small, fragile peace in each other’s presence.

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When Casey returns to the room, he carefully opens the door, peeking inside in case Caden was asleep. But he wasn’t, not entirely anyways as he seemed to be just waking up, yawning tiredly and rubbing his eyes as the Krang Hound stretched its legs before noticing the human boy.

They chirp at the sight, as Casey heads inside and closes the door. “I’m back. And I brought some food for this little guy.” Casey informs, walking towards the bed and sitting down at the edge.

He presents the food he hid away in his pocket, pulling out the contents. He had some weird looking meat that Caden didn’t really want to know where it came from. “Had to sneak it by Mister Draxum. Couldn’t risk him seeing it.” Casey chuckled awkwardly, the two watching as the pup chewed on the meat experimentally, pulling at it and swallowing what it could fit.

“Thanks Casey. I’m sure they were hungry.”

Then Casey’s gaze flicked back to Caden, concern shadowing his expression. “And you? Have you eaten?”

Caden blinked, surprised by the question. He tilted his head slightly, as if trying to remember. “I’m okay.” He replied with a small, reassuring smile.

Casey didn’t look convinced. “You’re not just saying that, are you? If you’re hungry, go get something.”

The genuine worry in Casey’s voice made Caden falter. Why was he being so insistent? He gave a quick glance toward Leo, who was oddly quiet. To his surprise, Leo was pointedly looking away, his posture stiff with guilt.

Caden’s brows furrowed. He could sense Leo’s unease but didn’t fully understand why. He turned back to Casey, trying to reassure him. “Really, I’m fine. I just... wasn’t thinking about food.”

But Casey’s frown deepened. “You sure? You seemed kinda out of it earlier. And you know... you’ve gotta take care of yourself.”

A pit formed in Caden’s stomach. He wasn’t used to someone being this persistent about his well-being. When he shot another glance at Leo, something clicked.

“Did... you not eat a lot before?” Caden asked quietly through the mindscape.

Leo hesitated, still refusing to look at him. “I ate fine.”

Liar.

Caden could sense it immediately. He didn’t know whether to feel angry, worried, or just... sad. Leo might have been stubborn about it, but Caden could see through it now. He was probably skipping meals to focus on training or looking after his brothers and the Resistance—never thinking about his own needs.

Caden sighed, shaking his head slightly, and Casey gave him a quizzical look.

“Sorry, I was just... thinking.” Caden muttered, running a hand over his face. He didn’t know how to explain Leo’s stubborn habits to Casey without sounding weird.

The pup had finished most of the meat and was now licking its paws where the juices had soaked them. Casey patted its head gently, then glanced back at Caden.

“Seriously, if you’re hungry, I can grab you something from the kitchen.” Casey offered again, his tone soft and understanding.

Caden gave a small, grateful smile. “Maybe later. Thanks, Casey.”

Casey seemed to accept that for now, though he didn’t look entirely convinced. As he sat back, keeping an eye on the pup, Caden leaned against the wall while sitting on the bed, the bed being close to the wall, his mind swirling with curious thoughts.

He glanced back to Casey who was occupied with patting and rubbing the Krang puppy's stomach as the pup churrs at him, its stubby tail wagging. “Can I ask something?” Caden spoke up, catching Casey’s attention who hums with a curious look.

“What’s up?”

“Before… uh, before I lost my memories—“ He began, biting back the distaste of saying that, he ignored the way Leo narrowed his eyes at him in puzzlement. “What was I like?” Caden quickly adds, feeling embarrassed to ask such a question. He hoped he didn’t come off as suspicious.

“Oh. Well… heh, you’re pretty awesome actually. Strong, confident. Kinda stubborn too.” Casey awkwardly smiled, “Well maybe not as bad as Master Donatello. But still stubborn. But you always had our backs, no matter what!” Casey perks up, showing pride the more he talks about Leo.

Caden couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt, but pushed the feeling down, nodding along thoughtfully. “That… sounds like a lot to live up to.”

Casey laughs softly, “You did more than that though.” He said, his eyes softening. “You looked after me when my mother died. You helped me out a lot. Lot of people joke about the fact you acted like a father to me.”

Inside the mindscape, Leo coughs in shock. “W-what?! A dad? Seriously…?” He deadpans slightly, shaking his head and crossing his arms, “I’m not even that old to be a dad.” He grumbled softly, Caden kept his expression neutral, but Leo’s indignant tone was hard to ignore.

“Well… you’re a little overprotective over this kid.”

“That doesn’t make me a dad!” Leo argued, exhaling. “Come on, I’m like an older brother? Or a cool mentor. Definitely not dad material.”

Before Caden could retort back, Casey’s voice cut through his thoughts. “You know, you always used to give pep talks before missions. It made a lot of people confident when they were clearly nervous.” He informs, grinning brightly at the memories that flooded his mind.

Caden couldn’t help but glance down, fiddling with his fingers, “Guess Le—I… I really did care, huh?” He corrected himself in the sentence, clearing his throat to cover up the almost mistake.

“Yeah. You still do. I mean look at what you brought back with you.”

Both Casey and Caden gaze at the Krang pup who sat on its hind legs, whining for their attention again as they tilt their head.

“It wasn’t me who brought that thing here.” Leo spoke up, sighing at both Caden and Casey. Meanwhile Caden just smiled lightly, grabbing the Krang pup and letting it sit in his lap.

“Thanks Casey… it was nice to hear all that.”

“Anytime, Sensei—“ He began only to stop himself as he awkwardly coughs. “Sorry. I guess you’d find that weird if I started calling you Sensei again.”

Sensei?

Caden once more side eyed Leo who remained silent. With a hefty sigh of exhaustion, he looks back to Casey. “I guess I should head off before the others look for me. I can bring back some more food and possibly water when I have a chance?” Casey offered, giving a slight smile.

Caden hums in thought, “That… would be helpful actually. Thank you, Casey.”

Casey chuckled softly, waving his hand as he carefully opened the door, taking a peek around before bidding a brief wave goodbye and exiting, closing the door behind him as Caden returned his attention back to the nameless Krang pup.

“You know, I have a question if you're actually going to be crazy and keep this thing. How are you going to take it to the bathroom without being spotted?” Leo crossed his arms over his plastron, raising a non-existent brow at Caden who stared ahead owlishly.

“Uh… I didn’t think that far ahead.”

“Clearly.”

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