âItâs Voughtâs Annual Fair Day, and a special one too! Weâre here to celebrate Soldier Boyâs recent success and congratulate his daughterâs initiation into the Vought Family!! ~đąâ
Soldier Boy x Lab Rat!Daughter | Pt1
đ County Fairgrounds, Modern Day
The fair starts at 8am, which means you and Soldier Boy need to be ready by 4am.
Itâs only been two weeks since you found out he was your dad, and two weeks since you got to discover how much of an asshole the man is. As for the act, Itâs all a part of the Americaâs Daughter campaign you have running alongside Soldier Boy: a sweet sensitive soul to balance out all of the toughness that Americaâs Dad radiates. Benâs entering the era of a family man, when really itâs Vought covering up their failed plan of turning you into a new weapon.
Youâve gotten somewhat close now that you live togetherâ after a lot of adjusting, that is, but the only barely sober family time you get with him is during work.
Like today.
Heâs sitting in the chair next to you, huffing down his fifth bump of the morning (It keeps him calm after yelling at the staff loud enough to shatter windows). He isnât all bad though: Youâve got your curlers in and makeup done, lounging on the vanity chair with a bit of breakfast that soldier Boy demanded to staff that you get. Since you first came into his custody youâve heard time and time again that âYou canât do shit on an empty stomach,â and youâve got a musical number with him later. Being well fed is of utmost importance to your dad, and he seems the most calm after a good meal anyway. Somehow, this moment is better than the last 18 or so years of being a lab rat for VoughtâŚ.you didnât get good food like you do now.
So you watch him nod in encouragement as you eye your muffin and bacon. He knows that this will be the only peaceful moment you get until the sun rises and falls 20 hours later.
âEat up good, Sprout. Voughtâs gonna work you like a fuckinâ dog.â
Note: pardon my cringey self indulgent series itâs the best coping mechanism I have right now
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A/N: The idea behind this is that each turtle has a unique 'song' they sing, and that only their soulmate can hear it. I also wrote this at 2am with insomnia.
Ever since he and his brothers had been young, theyâd each had a unique tune that they hummed to themselves in moments of quiet and calm. They did not know where the tune came from, but knew it all the same. It was as much a part of them as the shell on their back, or the beat of their heart. Sometimes they questioned how they knew this song or why they felt compelled to sing it, but even their father did not know, so they let it be one of the mysteries of the universe.
Donatello liked to solve the mysteries of the universe, however, and promised himself that one day he would figure out the why of it.
When they got older, however, the same song that had brought them comfort as children somehow made them feel sad when sung now. There was a longing there at the heart of it that none of the brothers could understand or touch. That was until Leo met the person who would become his mate.
The brothers all still continued to sing their songs to themselves in the quiet moments, despite the touch of heartache it somehow always brought, but their friend couldnât seem to hear them, which puzzled them all. How could they not hear it? It was plain as day to the rest of them. Yet their friend said they could not⌠Donatello immediately wanted to investigate, and sat their friend down to ask more questions. He sang his song, but their friend simply looked at him in confusion and Don had to scratch his head and push down the feeling of frustration. What kind of puzzle was this? Could their friend be joking?
When Leo entered the room, however, their friendâs head cocked to the side as if listening. The response was immediate and instinctual, and Don narrowed his eyes.
âLeo sings beautifully, though,â they said, and Donatello was now more perplexed than ever. How could they hear Leoâs song, but not the rest of theirs?
The reason made itself apparent as Leonardo and their friend fell in love.
And then Michelangelo met someone who could only hear his song, and they, too, fell in love.
âItâs scientifically impossible,â Donatello had grumbled, disturbed by the fact that somehow, twice, there had been this phenomenon where it seemed that only one person could hear a brotherâs song and they turned out to be made for each other. Donatello had never seen Leo or Mike so happy, in fact.
âMaybe itâs some kind of soul mate song. Who knows,â Raphael had offered and Donatello had scoffed.
Time went on, and then Raphael, too, found his song partner, and Donatello was at an utter loss. He did not want to believe that he was afflicted with something that could not be scientifically proven. Soul mates? He didnât even believe in such a thing. And yet the evidence was directly in front of him with his three brothers happily partnered and even starting families.
And yet Donatello remained alone. He still hummed his song to himself, though much less frequent now. It was only when he was completely alone did it slip out, and the longing that it brought made him bite his lip to hold his mouth closed.
Time went on, his brother's families grew, and Donatello had to admit to himself that he was lonely. But he was a turtle of science. He couldnât wait around for some sort of âmagic soul mate songâ to do whatever hocus pocus out in the universe. No. He was more sensible than that.
He met someone. Someone kind and with a keen mind who, though not being able to hear his song, made him happy. He felt content, even in those quiet moments where his song still softly slipped out, bringing with it a bit of that old longing, though it was not as sharp.
Soon he followed along the same path as his brothers and he and his mate welcomed their first child into the world, and again, Donatello felt the mysteries of the universe surround him. How could he possibly love something so instantly? Be willing to die for it? Except this time it was not a mystery he needed to solve. It just was, and he was content with that. He held his child in his arms, rocking it gently as his mate rested, and in the quiet moment his song slipped past his lips, a sort of lullaby as he knew no actual lullabies.
The babyâs head turned towards him at the sound, its little face looking up at him with such awe and wonder and Donatello felt time stand still. He sang again, and the perfect little being in his arms stared at him in rapt attention, and Donatello felt such a surge of love that it nearly overwhelmed him.
He sang. He sang and sang until the child fell asleep in his arms, and Donatello marveled at the mysteries of the universe.
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