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something about the rain

(a/n) i had the most fun time writing this fic for @sassatello and their amazing oc, Adrian!! thank u so so much for letting me write him and donnie!!! love u!

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Donnie remembers seeing space for the first time, wide-eyed and curious, only sixteen and terrified. It would have almost been perfect, had it not been for the mind probing and electrocution and shit.

But in spite of it all, being in the depths of space was probably the most exhilarating, awe-inspiring, fantastical thing and there were an awful lot of perks about floating through stars literally and saving and liberating and all that. 

It had its ups and downs, Donnie had to admit. And now he’s a little bit more removed from the trauma of his last intergalactic encounters. He’s not sixteen, he’s not even a teenager anymore, and so he’s sort of learning how to detangle himself from the awful shit he’s been through.

And maybe the universe has kinda given Don a reason to move forward. 

Like it got very, very tired of seeing Donnie destructively bury all of his stress until it made him physically sick. So it gave him something that would kill him if he ever let that happen.

That universal gift is named Adrian. And he’s fucking insanely the greatest. 

////

Going through District TZ-3 is hell. But it’s the best way to Zrt•vn. 

On this edge of the galaxy it snows. Though it looks more like ash the further towards the epicenter of the planet they get. 

The flakes fall slowly and some stop suspended in the air, rotating on an axis as they melt, and rocks float through them, falling down to the ground. They bounce off the shuttle and dent the sides, skipping back into the moving sea of snow and ash. 

The storm lasts a while and the wind rolls the snow and ash and rocks form like waves, over the wings of the space shuttle, rocking it softly. 

Inside, Adrian watches, his eyes lost in the swell of waves, fingers pressed lightly against the glass windows; something is aching in him, picking at him as a familiar kind of thing, as he looks out into the flakes that spun so slowly to the waves. 

It was one of those things, he guessed- like when he saw the Guide maps with all of these galaxies and planets and worlds and he'd look real, real hard at one of the planets, green and blue and huge, and know it instantly. Donnie’s planet. 

Donnie calls that place home so naturally; no uncertainty in the way he claims that world, and Adrian knows that as much as he’s tried to- he knows he doesn’t belong there fully. 

That he’ll never have the contentment Donnie so easily possessed. It drove him crazy thinking about how someone could be so grounded and yet such an incredible dreamer. 

And how someone who dreamed so hugely for others couldn’t even make sure he got more than three hours of sleep a night. 

It’s wonderfully out of reach to Adrian. Donnie’s always been one notch above him in that way. 

And as he watches Don fight sleep at the control of their ship, Adrian adds Earth, belonging- and Donatello- to the plethora of things that he can't get out of his head. 

///

It takes only another half hour for Donnie to stop blinking away exhaustion and just full on pass out at the helm, his head officially connecting with the control panel and sending their teeny explore ship zooming through the sea of snow and ash. 

Adrain only lets himself completely chortle over it once he knows they’re definitely not gonna crash, and that Donnie definitely didn’t hurt his forehead. 

“‘M okay…. ‘m okay, really,” Donnie mumbles, blindly swatting Adrian away because that’s convincing, “Just resting... my eyes.” 

“Like hell you are,” Adrian snickers, and hefts Donnie up as best he can, Don’s sleepy eyes blinking open to find his, cheeks all droopy and shit, “Don’t think Raph didn’t tell me about you pulling, like, an all-weeker.”

There’s cots in the back, a small tucked away space Adrian sorta designed himself, filled with a collection of things he’s picked up from dozens of planets he’s traveled to on his journey to come pick Don up. 

They’ve known each other for a good while now, a real good while. Enough for Adrian to know that Donnie’s bound to be feeling kinda shitty this week because their little talks of late have been nothing but Don being grumpy and self-deprecating through little soft spoken jabs at his worth. 

And so Adrian stopped his work and his planet-hopping and came to scoop his best friend up, finding a nice little corner of this district with just the best scrapped tech and organisms worth studying. 

And a long enough travel time to catch up on some much-needed sleep. 

He gets Donnie onto the cot and watches him sink instantly into it with a content sigh, a smile following it. Mission accomplished, Adrian goes to stand, only pausing when his wrist is tugged, caught in Donnie’s grip. 

“This means nothing…” Donnie yawns, “You just wanna drive.” 

Adrian hopes Don can’t feel his pulse, that he’s too out of it to notice the way Adrian freezes up, breath caught in his throat. 

“Get sleep, dummy,” he forces out, patting the side of Donnie’s face affectionately before closing the curtains to the cots.

He settles down in Don’s spot at the controls, resting his chin in his palms and breathing out wistfully. 

/////

Neither of them are the best at preparing meals, and preserving food on a space shuttle isn’t the easiest, but there’s something about eating next to the best person you know that makes bologna and colby jack cheese sandwiches taste exponentially better. 

They touch down on Zrt•vn earlier than they estimated, and rising suns are a marvel.

“I cannot believe Earth has like, only one sun,” Adrian says around a mouthful of bologna and cheese, “That’s drab.”

Donnie snorts, brushing the crumbs off his thighs, “It is drab. I mean, it’s beautiful...but compared to this?”

He gestures to the horizon, a blaze of brilliant purples and oranges. Adrian loves this most of all- seeing Donnie so amazed, seeing all the things Adrian himself might feel are mundane shine so beautifully through Donnie’s eyes. 

Eyes that light up, still, in spite of all the horrors he’s been through.

It’s extraordinary. 

Extraordinary. 

“I’d love to study the UVs- I mean that’s definitely not my field of study but geez….it’s gotta be a whole different setup here.”

Adrian nudges Donnie softly, “‘Field of study’ my ass… you have a gillion fields of study.” 

He subconsciously wonders if he shoved too hard, or too softly- was it too weird? Ill-timed? Jesus, he was overthinking, spending too much time with this goof, and Adrian would be damned if he started second guessing himself around Don like this. 

“I actually don’t dabble in a ton of fields. I wish I had the time anymore...there’s just so much to retain, you know?” Donnie says, every attempt at flirtation going above his head as he smiles softly and aloofly at Adrian. 

“Yeah… yeah I feel ya,” is what Adrian murmurs back, unable to completely detach himself from Donnie’s stupid big ass brown eyes. 

They hold a stare for what feels like an eternity, before Donnie blinks and lets out a laugh that cuts through Adrian’s thoughts.

He goes to stand, offering a hand to Adrian, “Guess we better get this exploring on, right?”

Adrian takes it, swallowing hard and getting to his feet too, offering Donnie a lopsided smile, “Early bird gets the worm!”

Donnie’s grin widens, he doesn’t let go of Adrian’s hand.

“Hey, lookit you! Picking up on lowly Earthling terms,” he teases, poking at Adrian’s plastron. 

It pierces right to the heart, and Adrian can’t get a normal rhythm back the whole time they suit up, not with the way Donnie stays so close to him the entire time. 

////

On this planet, it rains. Just when the suns rise and just as they make it out the ship, the clouds roll in thick and heavy and dark, and the precipitation starts. 

In the darkness patrol lights from ships in search of spare parts sway across the dirt, and they hide, Adrian and Don, search goggles glowing in the heavy blackness. The sky lights up with dying stars that burst quietly from miles away, their dust falling onto them right alongside the rain, making the downpour harder. 

Still, from afar, the sky is pink and purple, and even in this, there’s beauty to be found. But Donnie can’t help but feel a little disappointed. Maybe if he’d just slept back home and didn’t freaking pass out on Adrian, maybe if he got up sooner they’d- 

A hand rests heavy on Donnie’s shoulder, startling him out of his racing spiral of self pity and loathing. His eyes snap up and Adrian comes into view, his lips moving before sound even registers to Donnie. 

“-ood? I can go find- find the ship if you’re not feeling good, I’m so sorry, shoulda double checked the weather…”

Donnie takes a gulping breath and blinks away the heat behind his eyes. 

“I’m okay…” he says, as confidently as he can, because he is, now, “And don’t be silly, Adrian, it’s a mess out here...you could get hurt or...really wet or...you know…”

As stupid as he feels, Adrian’s slowly spreading grin somehow pacifies the feeling, and Donnie finds himself rubbing the heat from his neck.

“X’vr’s forbid I get wet now,” Adrian jokes, his hand falling from Donnie’s shoulder, but it still hovers beside his arm, “But we shouldn’t split...this rock’s a pretty great cover for now.”

Donnie chuckles breathily, surveying the storm happening around them, “Yeah...yeah I guess it is. Sorry I panicked- I mean, I- I don’t know. I fucked this up...we could’ve been done scavenging if I hadn’t-”

Adrian looks a cross between hurt and confused and it’s a look powerful enough to shut Donnie up a little.

“And now I’m making shit worse by...rambling like this,” he mumbles guiltily, wringing his hands. 

There’s only a few heartbeats of silence where Donnie’s sure Adrian is gonna chew him out for being so...himself. But that’s a stupid thing to think, actually. Because Adrian’s face softens into a smile. 

“You didn’t make nothin’ worse, Donnie,” Adrian says, his voice quiet but firm enough that it overpowers the sound of the pouring rain, “You couldn’t have...because as shitty as this rainstorm is...it’s kinda pointless ‘cause I’m. I don’t really care, as long as I’m with you.”

At his admission, Donnie stops wringing his hands. He just stops...everything really. He blinks slowly. “You...well, I mean-” he tries searching for his words, because surely Adrian is just- “That’s...that’s really nice of you to say but-”

“Don,” Adrian says, more loudly, more certain, and holds Donnie by his shoulders this time, “I’m not… ‘being nice’ or some shit. I like being near you.”

Donnie’s eyes widen, the silly, lovely lost look in them subsiding as realization takes its place. 

And without taking his eyes off Donnie, Adrian presses the release to his helmet, searching Don’s face breathlessly. “Can I kiss you?” he asks around this huge, wonderful smile.

Donnie’s only half-sure that he nods, and still unable to form words he undoes his helmet too, his lips meeting Adrian’s within seconds- half of seconds. The embrace is warm and strong and frames by overeager and overjoyed smiles. 

And Donnie silently thanks the universe for this, for this wild gift he’s been given- for yet another beautiful thing to live for. 

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Sins of Mortals part two

part one

Slytherin! Reader x Sirius Black (eventually) 

reader x OC (kinda not really)

words: 2,00 (about)

warnings: Slow burn!!! I am a fucking tease whoops, swearing, I think that’s it?

Summary: paranoia isn’t exactly a desirable feeling, but you can’t help but be on your toes when Sirius Black is following you begging for your attention. It is only natural to be cautious, after all, who knows what he might see if he peeks over your shoulder. 

It was Thursday, only one day left for you to prepare. Which made it all the more annoying that Sirius was following you like a lost puppy. You couldn't get a moment alone it seemed. If Sirius wasn't up your ass trying to figure out your plans for Friday, then Sam or Jane would by your side, or up your ass more accurately, trying to learn what Sirius saw in you. You honestly didn't get it either. You had promised to go out on an actual date with Moles.

 But Sirius refused, you knew he wasn’t supposed to have told you about the crush thing but you also knew that wasn’t the real reason he was doing this. the whole thing had taken on a new life for Sirius. This was his pride on the line now, the whole of Hogwarts knew Sirius was trying to get you to go to the party and you were saying no. He had to succeed.

it was funny, you could see him go through the five stages of grief he had moved past denial and anger to bargaining. He tried to literally bribe you with a pile of gold large enough to make your jaw drop. Then he offered to cut his hair, his precious hair, that hadn't done it either. You knew he was desperate when he told you that he would wear a Slytherin scarf to the game. As much as you would have loved any of those things, you had to say no. 

When Sirius didn't accost you the moment you walked into the great hall Thursday morning, you felt odd. You would almost say you missed him only, you hated Sirius. It was like someone pulling a thorn out of your side. Freeing, that was the word for it, you felt free.  You didn't see Sirius all day and as much as you wanted to spend time thinking about what Sirius was up to, you didn't care.

 There were more important things to do. Your fingertips were blue and your hands were shaking by the time you were done studying. You hated that damn book. You swore the thing got colder the longer you held it. You supposed that was a small price to pay for learning something like this. You rubbed your hands together as you exited the girl's bathroom, it wasn't classy but it was one of the only places you could be assured privacy. Suddenly two warm hands where holding yours.

“you're freezing baby,” Sirius purred, he brought your hands to his face and blew hot air on your icy fingers. The sunlight from outside streamed through the windows making Sirius's gorgeous green eyes flash. Goosebumps rose on your arms, in the best way possible.

“It's been a while hasn't it Sirius,” you said matching his quiet volume.

“did you miss me?” he asked pulling you closer. He was so close, you could smell the spicy cinnamon of his cologne. It was slightly addicting.

“maybe,” you admitted. Although, the voice almost didn't sound like yours.

“then you should come to the party tomorrow, and I promise I'll make up for lost time.” his voice rumbled deep in his chest.

“I'd love to Sirius, but I can't,” you said pulling your hands out of his. “also did you really think you could flirt with me until I gave in?” you asked glaring at him.

“uh maybe?” he flashed you a bright smile and you rolled your eyes.  

“Sirius I'll compromise with you, I'll go to the game-”  his eyes lit up and he started to talk. “-for five minutes.” you finished 

“(y/n) that isn't enough time to even start the game!”

“Look I'll either go for five minutes, maybe even talk to Moles, if I see him. Or I'll just not go, I don't owe you anything,” you snapped. Sirius thought about it for a second.

“Fine, deal. You come AND talk to Moles at the game and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the bloody year. If that's what you want,” he said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and stuck out your hand.

“Deal, shake on it,” you said, scowling and sticking your hand out. You couldn't believe  how much you were giving up, five whole minutes, someone would notice you where gone

“I think this is the type of deal that needs to be sealed with a kiss wouldn't you say?” he asked cheekily before you could curse him out he grabbed your hand, shook it once then took off racing down the halls.

“A man's word is his bound (y/n) I'll see you tomorrow!” he called behind his shoulder, not slowing down. You sighed and walked to your next class fuming.

You woke up early the next morning, your whole body shaking. You were freezing and terrified though you couldn’t tell why. when you through back the covers to your dorm bed you saw the book, frozen to the center of the bed. A thick black, leather cover. Silver ink spelled out evil texts in old Latin. Even you weren't entirely sure what the cover said, but your mother had warned you never to let anyone else see the book. You picked the book up by its spine and slid it into your back into your bag. 

You wrapped the blanket around your solders. You wanted to go to sleep even if it was just for a few more minutes, but sleep evaded you. You had been preparing for today for months, but now that today was finally here. You weren't ready. You felt like you were going to throw up but then you thought about writing your mother telling her you couldn't do it, and you thought about what she would react.

Another shiver ran down your spine. You sat on the bed while the other girls woke up and got ready for the day. None of them paid attention to you as they fixed their hair and dawned their robes. Slowly you followed suit pulling on the Slytherin uniform and brushed your hair so it looked halfway decent.

“(y/n) are you okay?” Sam asked she touched your shoulder making you flinch.

“I'm fine Sam I'm just, on edge a little bit,” you explained. You could have sworn you had put that damn book away before you fell asleep. Maybe you were losing your mind. Or maybe the book had crawled its way into bed with you. You didn't know which option scared you more.

“worried about the match,” you said seeing that she didn't buy it you continued. “I bet Colin Norwalk six gillions that Slytherin will win and catch the snitch, you know Tom is a demon on that broom. Colin seems to think that Gryffindor has any chance he bet they would scrape by a vicorty, ” you said. Colin was taking so many bets today you doubted that he would remember if you had a wager with him or not, that is, If Sam bothered to ask. Sam smiled at you.

“Colin better get ready to say goodbye to his money, Slytherin is going to pulverize those lion bastards. Severus says he made a special pregame potion for the whole team, no way we'll lose!” she cheered happily, the cry was quickly picked up by the others at your table 

“you don't mean Liquid Luck do you?” you asked trying to sound concerned, the truth was you could use a little luck yourself. Sam shook her head.

“that shit's illegal Sev knows that but he said it was something, similar.” you nodded an frowned. You would have to do this on your own then. You supposed that was the point of this whole thing. Your mother's way of testing you. You thought of the hidden room you had found early in your first year, and the bottles you had stored down there. You hated that room, but after tonight you would never have to see it again. If everything went right that was. And things so rarely did.

You hadn't realized you had exited the dorm room but here you were outside next to Sam and Jane walking to the quidditch field the cold October air blew harshly rustling your clothing and reminding you that you had forgotten your scarf and your coat.  You shuddered, but the breeze was nothing compared to the freezing bed you had woken up to this morning. You hated that book but again, tonight would be the end of it, the book could be returned to your mother's private bookshelf, where it would stay, slowly freezing the wood beneath it until it was time for your next test. You had started to enter the stands when you heard your name being called, then a hand fell on your shoulder.

You whirled ready to attach, but it was just Arthur Moles. You relaxed a little

“Hey (y/n)!” he said you could hear the nervousness in his voice.

“Hello Arthur, are you excited for the game?”  you asked politely.

“yeah it'll be fun, Sirius said you weren't going to the party,” he said making you wince.

“No. afraid not, Just don't have the time,”

“Shame I was hoping you would be there so we could talk,”

“I can't imagine that a Gryffindor party is a good place for conversion,” you teased making Moles blush.

“I like you,” he blurted “And I want to get to know you better would you like to go on a date with me?” he shouted. But you weren't looking at him. Instead, you were focused on Sirius Black who had caught sight of you and was running over. “I'm free Wednesday if you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?”  you had never seen someone's face go so red.

“yeah sure sounds great,” you said not fully aware of what you agreed to. Sirius was close enough for you to make out the red and gold stripes he had painted on his face. The wind blew again chilling you to the bone. Moles notice you shiver  

“Oh gosh, you must be freezing!” Moles said taking a step closer making you take a step back.

“I thought I would be fine like this but I think I'm going to run back to the castle and grab a jumper,” you said turning away from Moles. and Sirius.

“do you want to borrow mine?” he offered

“no thank you,”

“oh, want me to come with you then?”

“No, go ahead and get a seat I'll see you around,” you called already running away from him. You had no idea how much time you had. Quidditch was like that, you hurried back into the Slytherin dungeon than to the girl's dorm room. Not your own dorm, but the room directly to the left. You fidgeted nervously in front of the door. Then, before you could lose your nerve, you walked into the room confidently. Luckily no one was there. But you didn't relax ever since Sirius had come in with that invisibility cloak you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching you.

You knew your mother had a charm for detecting if someone was following you. even so, you didn’t bother asking for it. She would probably tell you that it was a good thing to be cautious. and it was a draining charm to perform you could only do it once or twice before you passed out. So there you were, letting nothing but fate protect you. 

 You looked around the room and found the mirror you where looking for. it was ornate and large streaching from the ground almost to the ceiling.  with an intricate gold frame if you bothered to look at the frame you would see hundreds of tiny snakes interweaving and hissing at one another.

You had been a scared little first year trapped in the wrong dorm room when you had first found the mirror. Any second the rightfully owners of this room would walk in and, who knows what. The Slytherin upperclassmen scared you terribly that year. You had backed yourself up against the wall only to find the mirror wasn't just a mirror, you approached the confidently now and walked right through the glass onto a landing, overlooking a tightly wound set of spiral stairs going down deeper under the moat. You looked back at the room, which was visible as if you were inside the mirror looking out.

The room remained unchanged. “Lumos,” you whispered lighting your wand there was no turning back now. You pulled the book from your bag and began your descent into the very depths of Hogwarts.

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