right where i belong now

hey guys hope y'all are ready for the feels. i have a bad habit of writing my endings before my beginnings and this is no different. apart from the fact that i'm actually posting this before i write the beginning.

whatever, man.

this is less tessa/ai but the sentiments are there. very tseer&tessa though. i love them. and how much they love each other. also hints of tseer/[redacted] (so don't read if you're not past firebird sweet) and seshmir&tseer because i'm PREDICTABLE.

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Tessa wakes up to a banging on her door and the sounds of klaxons blaring. Her nerves instantly hit high alert and she bolts to the door, slamming directly into it before she remembers she has to open it first.

"Honey?" calls a groggy voice behind her, and she dimly remembers Ai falling asleep in her bed as she wrestles with the lock on her door.

"Tessa!" It's Corra on the other side. "Tessa, is Ai with you? We need Competence, there's major activity at the Breach and we need everyone we can get."

"She's here." Fear grips Tessa and her hand slips on the doorknob. "We haven't had major activity in a long time, I thought--,"

She finally gets the door open and stares at Corra. Her hair is wild, her eyes huge behind glasses, and she looks more freaked out than Tessa's seen her since Tseer disappeared, or even before.

"Come on," Corra says. "There isn't even time to suit up, we gotta get out there."

Heart in her throat, Tessa turns to look at Ai behind her. Ai's already thrown her jacket over her pajamas and tugging her boots on. Tessa doesn't want her to go. She can't stop her.

She understands how Corra feels now, watching Otto leave.

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way up, over the clouds

oops only trwih fic hours rn i guess

have some tseer&seshmir in a sort of superhero-into the spiderverse mash-up cause fuck it the possible dynamic here is just way too fucking good to pass up

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Tseer lands on top of the streetlamp a little harder than he would have liked, making the whole thing wobble. Holding his breath and his wings very still, he waits until it stops moving before he relaxes his perch, letting his wings droop.

Time to take stock of the carnage. There's a couple Alarms going off in the distance, and his own head is still ringing with the force of a Thunderwave he got caught in. A bunch of his feathers are out of place, and his shoulder feels a little misaligned.

Otherwise, no lasting damage.

He's about reaching up to tug off his mask when he hears footsteps and a soft voice below him say, "Blue Darter, huh?"

Oh no.
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