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mysteriouslee · 10 months

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Lee!Casey SR. hours

lee!Cassandra ler!Raph

Casey had been lounging around the lair for a while, she tried her best to connect with everyone but seemed to overwhelm people and she herself got overwhelmed with these new emotions, sights and just things she didn't generally understand like hugs from Mikey or humour from Leo or just social cues in general.She eventually went be alone, there was no one near the train tracks so she just sat behind one of the train cars, hugging her knees to her chest. After a while she heard heavy footsteps nearing her, she looked up and saw Raphael peering over her.

"Hey Casey, what are you doing back here" asked Raph which prompted Casey to panic.

"Uhh, Im just..CHECKING FOR BUGS!"she exclaimed but Raph bought none of it.

"Casey-" he said in a worried tone but was then cut off by Casey.

"NOTHING MAKES SENSE"yelled Cassandra.

Raph was a little taken a back and then raised his finger as he was about to speak.

"I DON'T GET ALL OF THIS TOGETGERNESS OR YOU ALL' KINDNESS OR ANY OF THE STUPID LITTLE THINGS THE BLUE ONE SAYS, I'M TRYING TO FIT IN HERE BUT I JUST FEEL SO OVERWHELMED BY THESE TRIVIAL NEW THINGS" yelled Cassandra.Cassandra then sighed and put her head in her knees.

Raphael scratched his head "Raph doesn't fully understans how to deal with that, I mean, you shouldn't feel ashamed of not fitting in"said Raph.

"I guess, but I still wish I could take it all in better somehow, I'm still getting used to the fact that you all think I'm even good enough to be here, especially April, She really has faith in me" said Casey.Raph nodded and put a hand on her shoulder. A light bulb popped in his head.

"LIGHT BULB" yelled Raph.

"Huh-" muttered Cassandra before she pulled into Raph's lap.

"HEY!WHAT THE HEEHEHEHELL"shrieked Casey.

"You seemed stressed, Raph knows how to deal with stress."Raph said digging his fingers in Cassandra'a sides.

"*SNORT* STAHAHAHAHAP" shrieked Cassandra

Cassandra had only been tickled once before, she attacked by April and Sunita on a "Girls Night"TM. There she learned what it was, that one of her death spots was her sides and even learned that she may or may not enjoy it. She would never admit that though.

She pushed and kicked in Raph's grasp but the alligator snapping turtle kept a good grip as he scribbled, squeezed ans prodded. All she could do at this point it let herself laugh.Raph snickered, he could sense she was having fun. She then accidentally kicked Raph in face.

"OW! YOU'RE GETTING IT NOW" yelled Raph as he blew raspberries in her sides.

Cassandra squealed and threw her head back.She eventually patted Raph on the shoulder signifying she was ready for him to stop now, and which he did.

"That was adorable"said Leo and Mikey who had apparently came to see what the ruckus was all about

"SHUT UP" barked Casey.

"Oh but it really was" said April, coming from behind Leo.

Cassandra blushed deeper at April's remark.

Leo, Mikey and April walked off, April winking as she walked away.

"WHATEVER" yelled back Casey, she then looked at Raph and worded "Thank you".

"Any time" said Raph.

#sfw tickling #tickling community #tickle fanfic #sfw tickles #rise of teenage mutant ninja turtles #cassandra jones #casey jones #Casey sr.#rottmnt raph #raphael hamato #lee!casey #ler!raph

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filamero · 1 year

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Jinx!

Word Count : 2.5k

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : n/a

Summary :

“But, my dear brother, if you ever need any help—”

“Leon’s got it!”

“—Leon’s go—wha? Huh?”

"Jinx!"

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In which Leo gets jinxed, but maybe he's not that unlucky.

ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/44673367

[ fic below the cut! ]

Not to toot his own horn or anything, but Leo is definitely the fastest skater out of all his brothers. By a long shot, too.

There’s a considerable gap between him and his family as he rounds the corner of the path, wearing a bright grin as he looks back over his shoulder at his opponents. He counts a full three seconds before a flash of orange appears where he was moments ago, quickly followed by red, and then purple. Mikey, small as can be, navigates the turn easily, and though one wouldn’t expect it from Raph, he flies through smoother than ever. But Donnie—oh poor, poor, slightly less in touch with his motor control Donnie—wobbles, just shy of going flying into the water.

Leo can’t hold back his laugh, pushing his heel down on the tail of his board and slowing to a stop. He turns fully around to face his three brothers who catch the hint that the race has been paused. Though Mikey is clueless, Raph and Donnie share a knowing glance (the former wary and the latter embarrassed) just as Leo begins to speak.

“Come on, Don-Tron,” he grins, pushing ever-so-slightly to drift to his twin’s side. “You’ve gotta keep up with us better than that!”

Raph heaves out a sigh, crossing his arms. “Leo,” he warns subtly, shaking his head as Donnie deflates a little. “He’s jus’ being careful with his shell. Right, Donnie?”

Leo loops an arm around Donnie’s shoulders, pointing a thumb backward. “He’s got his fancy shell here to help! So what if he takes a small tumble? It’s learning!”

This time, Mikey cuts in. “But Pops says to be careful with Donnie! Always!”

At this, Leo only lets out an exaggerated groan, lulling his head back until he's resting against his own shell. “Dad’s just being a dad! Donnie’ll be fine, right D-Man?” he asks as he nudges his arm.

Donnie’s lower lip is curled in a way that betrays that he’s definitely embarrassed, shrugging Leo’s arm off of his shoulders. “I’m getting the hang of it,” he argues, though the rebuttal is all but a murmur and heard only by his twin brother. “Papa didn’t let me start skating until two weeks ago—you’ve been skating way longer than that.”

Leo makes a ‘psh’ noise, waving his hand dismissively. “Time shmime.” He pushes forward with his foot again, easily rolling to the front of the group as he had been before. “Skating is a gift, guys. A natural-born talent.”

Behind his back, Raph is staring at Leo with an expression that is never worn by someone who agrees with what’s coming out of his mouth. He rolls his eyes, to which Mikey snickers. And yet, the ordeal is unnoticed by Leo, continuing on his monologue of supposed greatness.

“Not everyone is blessed with the ability to be this good! I get that.” Leo rolls his shoulders back, lifting his chin in a victorious pose. It toes the line between confident and arrogant, his pride rolling off of him in golden waves of light. “It takes some people years to get to the level that they want to be at. Putting in hard work, practicing ‘till they’re all sweat and blood.” He jabs a finger into his own plastron, eyes fluttering shut (and thus, he misses the mischievous glint in his older brother’s eyes). “But, my dear brother, if you ever need any help—”

“Leon’s got it!”

“—Leon’s go—wha? Huh?”

Raph breaks out into a triumphant grin as Leo realizes that he spoke at the same time as his brother. The latter’s brain scrambles for the next thing to do; he knows this, he should know this!

“Jinx!”

The instant the word leaves Raph’s mouth, he takes off in the direction that they came from. Mikey eggs him on, clasping his hands over his mouth and letting out a long, ‘Ooooooh,’ ever his older brother’s hype-man in his hijinks. In the distance, the eldest Hamato calls out, “One!” and Leo finally remembers what to do.

He pushes against the ground with his foot (much harder this time), and though his pride won’t let him admit it, he overestimates his own force and nearly smacks onto the floor. He’s not even sure he’s ever started himself off that fast before, but he doesn’t think about it too much as he focuses on catching up to his brother. There’s a considerable gap between them, but he’s not going to let that stop him.

“Two!”

Eight seconds left, Leo thinks to himself as he kicks off the ground once more to speed up. The gap slowly closes, but still—it’s not enough. Raph is skating away with a purpose, and though Leo has his own, he just can’t seem to catch on. Sheesh, is he eating his own words, or what? How did he not see this coming?

Seconds three and four pass by in the blink of an eye, and Leo is starting to panic. Never once has any of them actually reached beyond ‘five’ in this silly little jinx game that they play, but here he is now, still very much behind his older brother as he calls out “Five!” in a near-infuriating, gleeful voice. Maybe it’s the fact that they’ve never played outside of their home, within the comfort of knowing every getaway and shortcut like the back of his palm, or maybe it’s because Raph hasn’t slowed down like he normally does—but he is running out of time.

Raph suddenly swerves left instead of right—”Six!”—and it throws Leo off, bad. He instinctively goes right despite watching him do the complete opposite just moments before, stuck having to do a 180 in order to get on the right path once more. He loses seconds seven and eight to this mishap, and Spirits Above, this is the closest he’s ever been to ten in this game.

Though Leo’s beginning to grow tired from his efforts, Raph is annoyingly persistent, surging ahead with one last-ditch effort at escaping his younger brother (even if he clearly doesn’t need it) as he counts aloud, “Nine!” Leo forces in a breath, kicking off the ground with his own Hail Mary, reaching his arm out toward him.

Leo’s fingers just miss Raph’s arm as he reaches, “Ten!” and comes to an abrupt stop.

Panting, Leo stops himself a few inches in front of Raph. “That can’t count! You said the full phrase and I didn’t!” he argues in between gasps for air, hands on his knees.

“Up-up-up!” Raph tsks, wagging a finger in his younger brother’s direction. “We said ‘Leon’s’ at the same time, and according to my cal-ca-ma-lations, that counts as a jinx.” He lifts his head and stands with the same confidence that Leo bore earlier—man, talk about truly eating your own words—miming zipping his lips. “And you didn’t catch me, which means you gotta be quiet! Until someone says your name.”

Leo gapes, but he doesn’t try to argue. Rules are rules, he supposes; to make matters worse, he was the one who set that rule in the first place. Something to ‘up the stakes’ and ‘make the game more fun.’ If time travel were real, he would definitely choose to go back to that moment and slap himself silly for even coming up with the idea.

When Raph realizes that Leo truly isn’t going to talk, as promised, his eyes glow with the high of victory.

Leo lulls his head back, biting back an exasperated groan.

It’ll be fine. He just has to be silent for a few minutes. No problem at all.

—

It’s been more than a few minutes. Way more than a few minutes.

Somehow, somehow, his brothers have managed to avoid saying his name for the past couple hours.

Raph seems content with pointing at him to refer to him. Sometimes, he’ll make direct eye contact, and Leo can’t even pretend that he doesn’t realize that he means him, because he learned his stubbornness from somewhere. All he does is sit and wait—sometimes, he maneuvers around as Leo cranes his head around to avoid making eye contact to keep eye contact—until he gives in. Even his attempts at annoying his older brother into giving up haven’t worked, Raph settling on a glare until he drops whatever ‘genius’ plan he’s come up with.

Mikey just seems amazed that someone’s finally lost to the jinx game. He’s made no effort to say Leo’s name at all, hanging around him in silent (ironic, huh?) wonder that he hasn’t spoken a word since. Truth be told, Leo’s pretty sure that his baby brother genuinely believes that their eldest brother cast a curse on him barring him from speaking. And, well, he thinks that if you knew Mikey, you wouldn’t pop his bubble of imagination either.

And Donnie? Don-Tron? Donatello Hamato? His beloved twin?

He’s the smuggest about it. A part of his mind supposes that the treatment is fair, since, well, his predicament was instigated by him poking fun at his purple-clad brother. But there are some things that are just downright cruel, and it feels like his twin is trying to check all of them off. He keeps using words that are close to his name or almost saying his name, only to swerve last second and say something completely different. He’s always been amazed by Donnie’s vocabulary, but Spirits Above, just how extensive is it for him to have found a word for every instance that warrants his name being said?

Even Splinter, his good ol’ man, is no help. The man hardly remembers his name—or any of his brothers’, for that matter—on a daily basis. His strategy is Raph’s, but worse, because he doesn’t even realize that he’s taking part in this terrible, terrible game that his sons have made up. He thought he had tasted freedom earlier when he called him ‘Blue,’ but in a whopping, three-against-one vote, a consensus had been reached; colors don’t count.

Leo can’t remember the last time any of them have kept up a game for this long.

He’s less annoyed and frustrated now. He’s just tired.

His eyes are trained on the straw of his drink as he mindlessly stirs the orange juice given to him by the waiter. He can’t believe his brothers had the gall to order him veggie pizza or that his father wholeheartedly believed them despite the aggressive shaking of his head. He’s hardly listening to the conversation that his brothers are having, fixated on his cup. Why would he, honestly? Raph’s just going to give him that stupid look, Donnie’s going to use a word that Leo had no idea existed until that moment, and Mikey’s going to laugh at his older brothers’ antics. He only heaves out a sigh (that’s not against the rules, thankfully), trying to count the bubbles that pass by him as he stirs.

Just as Leo thinks he’s going to fall asleep, a miracle happens.

“Er, ‘scuse me, are one of you—Leonardo Ha…mato?”

It takes a second for Leo to sit up properly, turning his head in the direction of the voice. Curious brown eyes meet his own, just barely escaping being hidden beneath white, bushy bangs. The entire table’s stunned silent, and the stranger bounces awkwardly on his heels at the sudden attention. He pulls something out from underneath their arm, and Leo realizes that it’s his skateboard.

He must’ve made a face, because the stranger immediately grows flustered, quickly shaking his head. “No, it’s not what it, agh—I guess you left it outside because it was outside, and someone- someone tried taking it while me and my family were coming in, and I thought it was a pretty cool-looking board, so I’d be sad if someone took it from me, so I took it back from them. And- And I didn’t wanna leave it back out there again, because the people would just come and try to take it again, so my auntie told me to take it in and ask around for the owner since it has your name written right here—” he points out the messy handwriting near one of the wheels, before pausing. “I don’t know why I’m pointing it out to you, it’s yours.” Another pause, and his eyes grow hesitant. “It- It is yours, right?”

Leo blinks, glancing at his brothers to say something for him before he realizes.

The stranger said his name.

They never specified who had to say his name for the jinx to break. It just had to be said.

Clearing his throat, Leo puts on the best smile he can muster. “It’s mine,” he says, and Spirits Above, his voice has never cracked that badly in a single phrase. He hears his brothers snickering at the mishap, and he’s pretty sure that if he were able to blush, his facial markings would blend right into it. It doesn’t go unnoticed by the stranger either, if the small twitch of a smile on his lips is any indication. He takes the board from him, clumsily tucking it beneath the table.

The stranger lingers for a second longer before taking an unsure step backward. “So, um- I’m just gonna, y’know, go back to my table now,” he stammers, gesturing behind him. “We haven’t ordered, and, uh- yeah.” With that, he spins around on his heel, beginning to walk away.

Then, Leo realizes something else. “Wait! You!” He stumbles out of his chair, reaching a hand out to the stranger.

He startles a little, turning to face him. The both of them stand awkwardly in the midst of the floor, between their families’ tables. The silence stretches on, almost uncomfortably, as the stranger raises his brows and tilts his head forward as if to say, ‘Yes?’

Leo clears his throat again, and he prays that his voice doesn’t crack a second time. “I, uh- I forgot to say thank you.” When his voice doesn’t give way once again, he does a small victory dance—in his head, of course. Not knowing what else to do, he holds his hand out for the stranger to shake. “Thank you…” he trails off, remembering that he, in fact, does not know his name, and calling him ‘The Stranger,’ to his face would accomplish the exact opposite of what he wants to do.

Hesitantly—but not unkindly—the stranger takes his hand and gives it a gentle shake. “I’m Usagi,” he answers with a small smile.

“Usagi,” Leo repeats, nodding his head. “Oo-sah-gi?”

The stranger—Usagi cocks an amused brow. “Is it hard to pronounce?”

Leo shrugs. “Just wanna make sure I’m saying my skateboard’s hero’s name properly.”

He laughs, and Leo can’t fight the bright smile that makes its way onto his face.

“Well, anyone can be a hero,” Usagi says, lifting his chin and rolling his shoulders back (as Leo had done earlier that day). “You tell your board that if it ever needs rescuing again—”

“Usagi’s got it?”

“Usagi’s—huh? How’d you know what I was gonna say?”

Leo shrugs, though he can’t hide the way his smile grows a tick wider.

“Just had a hunch, that’s all.”

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avisisisis · 2 years

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ROTTMNT Headcanons!

All the turtles are neurodivergent. All of them.

Casey didn't let Casey Jr steal her name, so now everyone calls him Junior or CJ. He doesn't mind, he's just glad to have his mom back.

April and Sunita actually knew eachother from when they were younger. There was a time where Sunita stole a cloacking broach? (I forgot its name), ran away for a while and went to kindergarten for a day. Her and April got along immediately. They can't remember meeting before now, but it did happen.

When he was younger, Raph was more... angry. A bit more like the 2012 version. He felt horrible when he accidentally hurt one of his brothers, so Splinter taught him how to channel his anger in a healthy way. He still snaps sometimes.

When he was younger, Leo decided that he didn't like himself. Like, at all. So he changed everything he was until he became what he is now, the face man (and later on the leader).

He still hates how he turned out to be sometimes though.

Mikey not only paints, but also makes sculptures! He uses Leo as a model because he loves making cool poses. A while after they met April, he started using her as a model too because he never saw a human up close and he wants to learn how their anatomy is so he can draw her in the family portraits he makes.

All the siblings have their own way of making art. Donnie's good a blueprints, Raph makes plushies, Leo designs clothes, Mikey draws and April reaaally good at music. Mostly singing.

Donnie made Raph a special knitting thingy because he can't hold the normal ones. His hands are too big.

Leo was bored, scrolling through the internet and saw a video about clothes and thought “huh. I could do something better than that” and it turned out that he could, in fact, design something better than what he saw.

April sings a lot. While baking (she sucks at cooking), when she's playing videogames, in home when there's no one around, etc.

April's mom isn't around much because she has a fulltime job, so April invites the turtles to hang out almost every week.

Casey is really good at strategizing. She's more of a blunt force person but she makes a plan, and a backup plan, as she rushes into battle. She's similar to Leo in that way, so they always play strategy games thing to beat eachother. Their matches last hours.

Leo once was really upset. He didn't know what was the exact reason, but he felt like he was just a liability. So, since most people complained about him always talking all the time, he decided to shut up. It didn't last even an hour, because when he went to get breakfast he realized that when his brothers say that he's annoying they don't mean it seriously. Really, they were so worried about him.

Leo, April and Sunita go to April's house to gossip. They also invite Mikey sometimes.

Leo's actually really good at cooking. He just adds whatever he wants whenever he wants, so sometimes what he makes tastes like a god made it, and sometimes they're so horrible Donnie faints at the sight of it (once. That happened once, and Donnie will never let it go).

Mikey cooks when he's upset. After the Shredder, and also after the movie, he started cooking a lot more. He disguised it as him wanting to let Casey Jr try as many stuff as he can (which is true), but no one really believes that that's the only reason. They don't talk about it though, and Mikey's grateful about it.

The boys have no healthy coping mechanisms. Only like two each one.

It took them a while (years. It took them years) to warm up to Draxum, but once they did, they started to think of him as Dad too. Mikey called him that from the start, but the others didn't. Leo almost cried when he found out.

Leo jokes about disowning Draxum because of the roof incident. Donnie jokes (kind of) about disowning Leo because of everything in his life.

We all know that Raph has separation anxiety, but it got a lot worse after the movie, to the point where he had to know where the others were going or else he'd worry himself sick. It took months for him to relax a bit, but it was still a huge issue.

Mind Raph is actually a manifestation of the boys mystic powers and they never realized it. It's a branch of the mind meld thing (we need more of that. Like the creators told us the boys can link their thoughts and they never talked about it ever again?? The potential it had was huge).

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private-do-not-enter-1201 · 6 months

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Leo & Marcel's Halloween Adventure!

Here we are again with our favorite Rodentia and Corvid, on an adventure.

Back in the countryside, it’s a beautiful fall day. There is a gentle breeze rolling through, rustling corn, sending the leaves on an adventure themselves, and we see it gently tousling the children’s hair as they run about their day preparing for the fun ahead. Now, let us head to Leo’s house because he is buzzing with energy on this beautiful day.

As we get closer to Leo’s home, we hear a “WHOOP!” from within. Peering in we see the silly little mouse lay flat on his bum. Why, you ask? Well, from tripping over his costume of course! You see today is Halloween, and little Leo has a plan. I know you are curious as to what he is going to be, but we will get to that in a bit, oh curious one.

He removes his costume, looks around, and starts to think aloud, “Now, let us see if I have all I need. Ok, #1. My bag for all delicious berries we shall get tonight, check. #2. My costume, check. #3. My jacket, in case it gets a bit nippy, check. Well, I do believe I have everything!”

As he makes his way to the door, he remembers something, “Marcel’s costume!” he shouts. He runs and gets it. Smiling proudly, he says to himself, “Wait till Marcel sees this!”

Leo finally makes his way out of the door, and in his excitement, he accidently slams it shut and he hears a thud from inside, he winces and thinks, “Well, I’ll fix that tomorrow.”

He darts across the field as fast as he can, bobbing and weaving through the corn stalks dragging along quite a large sack for such a little mouse. As he gets closer to the clearing, he sees Marcel, but Marcel seems upset. Leo quietly wonders as to why Marcel seems so sad as he carefully approaches his feathered friend.

Leo softly speaks, “Marcel?’

Marcel whispers, “Yes.”

Leo softly asks his friend, “Why are you sad?”

Marcel chuckles and says, “You really don’t know subtly, you know.”

Leo furrows his eyebrows, “Of course not. I really prefer direct questions and even more so, direct answers. So, would you please tell me as to why you are so upset?”

Marcel sighs sadly, “I can’t go trick-or-treating with you.”

Leo halts, eyebrows pinching in sadness and stutters, “W-why?”

Marcel also halts and he furrows his eyebrows, and he speaks in an exasperated tone, “W-why?! You really ask why?!”

Leo goes to speak, “Ye- “

Marcel cuts him off and shouts in a heartbroken voice, “Leo, you really must ask that question?! You know why! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT WHO I AM!”

Leo says carefully, “I know not what you mean, Marcel. Truly I do not.”

Marcel gives him a ludicrous look as tears fill his eyes and his voice drops to a whisper, “D-do you not see who I am?! Do you not see the way they fear me?! Do you not see any of it?!”

It clicks in Leo’s brain as to what Marcel is talking about. Leo carefully approaches and whispers, “Of course I see who you are, Marcellus, I see it all.”

Marcel stares at Leo for a bit, then he says, “Then why do you ask such a question?”

Leo sighs fondly, “Because what and who I see does not match with others. Marcel, I see my frie- no, not my friend. I see my brother when I look at you and only my brother, Marcellus. Not "The Dark One", just my brother.”

Marcel gasps sharply and tears gather, “Oh.”

Leo panics as tears start to slowly fall from Marcel’s eyes, “O-oh! I-I am so sorry, Marcel. I am terribly sorry!”

Marcel asks in a wet voice, “Why are you sorry, Leo?”

Leo, who is very confused, states, “Well, I-I made you cry, I never meant to make you cry.”

Marcel lets out a wet laugh, “Oh. These are happy tears, you silly little mouse.”

Leo lets out a soft sigh of relief, rubs the back of his neck, looks down, and laughs sheepishly, “Oh. I uh” he clears his throat and looks up, “I guess I really need to learn cues, huh?”

Marcel gently bows his head and softly shakes it, “No, no you do not. You are perfect as is, my fluffy brother.”

Leo beams, “Well, in that case, so are you!”

Marcel smiles softly, “Thank you.”

Leo grows serious, “Marcel, I want you to look at me and listen. Listen very carefully to every word.”

Marcel looks up and directly at Leo, he says in a confused tone, “Ok, I will listen.”

Leo takes a breath and then starts, “Marcel, it should never matter what I or others think about you. I know it helps but-but it should only matter what you think of yourself. Marcel, you are positively wonderful, but that is my opinion. No one’s opinion matters but your own; your own is all that ever matters. Oh Marcel, how I wish you see yourself as I see you, not how those uneducated simpletons see you. No one’s opinion matters but your own when it comes to yourself. You are perfect as is, Dear Brother. Always have been, always will be.”

Marcel, tears dripping down his beak, gasps, “T-Thank y-you, Leo-o. Honestly and truly thank you.”

Leo smiles and gently approaches Marcel, “Can I hug you?”

Marcel lets out a relieved and happy laugh, “Of course!”

Leo wraps his little arms around Marcel as best he can and looks up, “Wow, I really am tiny.”

Marcel lets out a hearty laugh, “Yes, yes you are!”

Leo pulls back, “Now, how about it? Are you up for some fun?”

Marcel thinks, smiles, and says, “Yes, I do believe I am. Now, what will be our costumes?”

Leo whoops with glee and excitedly says, “Ok, you are going to be a warlock! While I am going to be a ghost! What do you think?”

Marcel is now quite excited as well, “Well, let’s see what you have!”

Leo smiles and digs through the sack and drags out a hat he made and a stick he found that would be a perfect staff and places them in front of Marcel, “What do you think?”

Marcel squawks happily, “I love it! Now, let us see yours!”

Leo drags out his costume and puts it on, “What do you think?”

Marcel snickers slightly, “Well, #1. Is your bed sheet ruined? #2. It is a bit long. #3. I love it!”

Leo giggles slightly, “Ok, yes, it is my bed sheet. Yes, it is a bit long, I must admit. No laughing, but I have already tripped over it several times.”

Marcel could not help but let out a small giggle, “Of course you did.”

Leo rushes to the hat, “Well, what are we waiting for?! Let me place this just so…AHA! There! Perfect fit if I do say so myself!”

Marcel watches as Leo beams and gives a chuckle of his own, “You know, it is. Leo, silly question I know, but…did you measure my head while I slept?”

Leo looks at him pondering what to say. He then speaks unsurely, “….Nooooo?”

Marcel gives him a playful look, “Leo, be honest. Did you measure my head while I slept?”

Leo lets out a playful dramatic huff, “Okay, fine. I did. Are you happy? But how else was I supposed to get it just right?!”

Marcel giggles, “Oh Leo, you truly are something.”

Leo laughs, “I know! Now, let us go! We have a long, fun night ahead!

Marcel chuckles and grabs his staff within his beak and watches Leo take off before, of course, tripping over his sheet. Marcel drops his staff and lets out a squawk of laughter, “OH! Leo! Are you ok?”

Leo giggles and dusts himself off, “Yes, I’m alright!”

Marcel lets out a fond huff, “You silly little mouse.”

Leo smiles and climbs in the sack, so it will not take as long getting back to the field, “Alright! I am ready, Marcel!”

Marcel carefully picks up the sack holding his frien-no, his brother and takes off. When they arrive, there are gasps heard amongst the other animals, murmuring is heard, “Oh no! He has grabbed Leonardo!”

Leo pops out before anything else can be said, “No, you old bat! He does not have me, if anything I have him!”

Marcel gasps, “Leo! Be nice to your elders!”

Leo huffs, “Why?”

Marcel sighs, “Because, you silly mouse, it will keep your bum from getting a right good whack.”

Leo rolls his eyes and looks towards the lady and can see she is torn between being offended at what Leo said to her and Marcel’s willingness to stick up for her. She carefully approaches him and speaks unsurely, “What’s your name, young bird?”

Marcel looks shocked and says, “Marcellus, ma’am. But you can call me Marcel.”

The old and worn mouse stares at Marcel and realizes they have been quite wrong this whole time, he was not “The Dark One”, in fact he was much more respectable and kinder than Leo. “But really, Marion, it is not Leo's fault he is harsh. He just likes honesty and does not necessarily realize how much it can hurt someone.” she thinks to herself

She carefully walks a bit closer and smiles softly,” Well, I do believe we have room for one more, young Marcel.” She then turns and eyeballs the crowd, “Don’t we? Hmm?”

A collective yes breaks out because honestly, while they realize they were very wrong about the bird, they are also scared of their town elder. That old mouse rules with an iron fist and what she says goes, or else. But she was also truly kind and caring, and she is also learning to be accepting of differences. They all are, honestly.

Marcel looks towards Leo for confirmation and Leo speaks up, “Well, you want to join?”

Marcel glances back at the crowd and back to Leo, lets out a happy chirp, “Most definitely!”

So, join the festivities they did. They had a fun filled night of games and treats, and by the end they were exhausted. Marcel flew Leo home and they bid each other a goodnight, and as they settled in for bed, they each had their own happy thoughts.

Leo sighed happily, “Goodnight, my silly feathered brother. I hope you sleep well and thank you for being in my life.”

Across the field, on his perch Marcel settled in and smiled at the sky, “Goodnight, my silly ball of fluff brother. Sleep well and thank you for being in my life.”

With both Leo and Marcel drifting off to sleep we zoom out to get a full view of all. The town is quiet and peaceful as are the children that were also having their own festivities. The animals and humans are all in harmony during the peace the night brings. Sleep well, all of you because there is more fun to come.

#scheduled #edited #should be much better

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rubywolf0201 · 2 years

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Fire Emblem Fates but they’re quoting the first AITSF

Lilith: *shouting in a distance* Hello, how are you?!

Ryoma: Shut up!

Elise: AAAHHH!

Leo: Stop it!

Elise: YEAHHHH!

Leo: Stop it already!

Odin: Excuse me, but do you happen to know the culprit?

Horse: *whines*

Odin: I see…

Silas: Did you learn something?

Odin: I did. Beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Silas: Well…?

Odin: This horse… Cannot speak Nohrian.

Leo: …

Kaze: Are you a demon?! I’m not going to slap him (referring to Asugi)!

Saizo: No, no! You’ve got it all wrong! I don’t want to hurt him…

Saizo: I was thinking of something like shock therapy.

Kagero: That isn’t any better! You psychopath. Have you no morals?!

Saizo: I’m getting a lesson in morality from my brother and ex-girlfriend…

Saizo: Still you have a point.

Ryoma: It’s kind of frightening, seeing all the lanterns lined up. Scary lanterns…

Hinoka: …

Ryoma: Scary lanterns…

Takumi: You don’t have to repeat it!

*During the Choose Your Fate option*

Xander: Hey, guy with the big tits.

Ryoma: Um, excuse me?

Xander: Shit, I said it to his face!

Corrin: I want to run away and never look back.

*Meanwhile, Leo and Takumi are facepalming at this stupidity, Camilla is trying her best not to laugh, Hinoka is exasperated, Elise is giggling at her brother's unintentional flirting, Sakura is blushing from embarrassment and Azura has the most deadpan look on her face*

Kaze: Lord/Lady Corrin, what are you doing?

Corrin: Sorry, what?

Kaze: Does this have anything to do with rallying the troops?

Corrin: *sweating nervously* Uh. No.

*Kaze then gives his liege a death glare and dragged them to where they were*

Elise: Xander, this guy is kind of weird…

Xander: You’re right, Elise. Stay away.

Silas: Huh? What?

Xander: There are a lot of weirdos out there.

Xander: If you get a feeling, trust your instincts and don’t get too close.

Elise: Yeah, I’ll be careful.

Silas: Hey…

Ryoma: Wow, those are some gorgeous hips.

Xander: U-Uh, my…hips? *flustered*

Ryoma: Oops, I said that out loud.

Azura: You are now officially a creep.

#rubi’s post #shitpost #incorrect quotes #fire emblem fates #source: ai the somnium files #lilith #corrin #azura #ryoma #hinoka #takumi #xander #leo #elise #saizo #kagero #odin #kaze #silas

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coleyo · 1 year

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BITTW CHAPTER TWO!

SUMMARY;

Casey Jr. And Mikey do a lil sneaking around the base and learn what was going to happen from here on out,,

1) Casey ventured through the solemn halls with Michealangelo, giving him a tour around the place. It was huge, having that they had an absurd of people staying there. However; They managed. Each and every single human, yokai, or mutant there was skilled and prepared for any upcoming attacks. Mikey was still processing this whole thing, but didn't worry so much because.. of course his brothers would come for him, right? Of course they would, Mikey didn't have to worry about a thing.

2) "-The more private rooms are down here though.."

Casey started, as he'd guide Mikey down a shallow hall. It was the same hall leading the Angelo's room, so that same scent was exposed.. that's when the two paused, they heard a voice.. "-..Master Leonardo?" Casey mumbled. "-Huh?" Mikey stared back at him, Casey hushed the mutant and ran down the hall, to Angelo's compartment. Micheal later followed from behind, the door was slightly cracked open, allowing The two to eavesdrop.

3) "-What!?" Angelo exclaimed, as if they were offended in some way. "-I am Not going to be that kids sensei o-or, teacher, whatever you call it!" Mikey's eyes widened, both he and Casey glanced at one another before becoming even more intrigued. "-You have to! If you can't get him back to his dimension due to the risk, Someone has to teach him how to survive." April stated. Angelo pouts, "-I don't wanna hear it." He'd shut his eyes. "-I don't even like children!" "-Come on Angelo, stop being so stubborn.. it's what Raph would've wanted.."

Mikeys eyes would narrow, 'Raph...' they thought, growing even more Intrigued. "-Oh, don't bring him into this!" Angelo snapped back, causing Leo to flinch. "-okay-- okay, whatever you--" "Leo!" April glared, before looking back at Angelo and stepping up. "-Bud', I know you don't want to do this, but it's for the best.." commander o'neil explained, placing a hand on the others shoulder. Angelo stared at her before frowning. "-..What.. what if I fail again, a- and--" "-Angelo, No.. it won't happen again. Like Leo said, it's what Raph would've wanted.. he would be so proud of you, Donnie too.." "..Donnies not dead." He'd pull away. April and Leo looked at one another before Leo let out a sigh. "-'Angelo, it's time to let go, hes--" "-NOT DEAD! H-he just ran away--" "-Abandoned us is the word. He was never the heroic type anyways-" Leo paused, almost immediately shutting himself up. The room went completely silent; You could hear a pin drop. "-..Take. that. Back.." Angelo growled, Leon huffed, angering the mystic being. A fight was soon to break out. Just as he were to argue, the door suddenly launched open.

Groans and moans soon emerged, and there they were, Casey and Mikey, on the floor. Mikey was applying too much pressure on Casey, so he gave in and toppled over. "-CASEY, MIKEY!" April scoffed, placing her hands on her hips. The two winced, sitting themselves up. "-Casey.." , 'Nardo warned, giving him a glare. 'Jones laughed nervously, apologizing. "-Sorry Master Leonardo, I was giving Mikey here a tour around the base and we heard you guys talking so.. we.. got-- interested?" Angelo took a glimpse at Mikey, who looked back at him and smiled in response. They would shake their head, ignoring the other. "-Well--, surprise! Angelo here is going to be your senesi for now." April jabs her finger into Mikey's chest, softly. "New.. Sensei?" He'd mumble, before remembering the claim made earlier..

"I... Can't get back to my dimension?" "-For now, not a chance." Leo spoke, "-This place is almost impossible to reach. Besides, your only real hope is mi hermano' over here!" He would smile, slapping Angelos back roughly, knocking most of the air out of him. She'd grumble, pushing her older brother off. "-i- think you should start training him today, Angelo'.. or should I say Sensei Angelo?" April poked at the youngest a bit before giggling, heading towards the door both Leo. "-Cmon case'!" Leo exclaimed, catching the young boys attention. "-Right!..Bye Mike'!" Casey waved before running off, leaving the two alone, yet again.

They had no clue what to say to one another. Sensei Angelo was self taught, and didn't know where to begin. Plus, they hated meeting new people. It was hard to Get along with them, and they didn't want to get.. attached. "-Alright.." a sigh escaped Angelo's mouth, as she would use her mystic power to slam the door behind Mikey. This startles the poor mutant, yet amused him at the same time. "-Woah!", He'd yell. "-Can you teach me how to do that?" Mikey grabbed Angelo's wrist, bringing their hands up to view. The other pulled away, backing up a bit. "Probably not. You're from another dimension and it took years to Master this.. atleast meditate first."

"-, Meditation? Yeah, yeah! I could totally do that." Mikey plopped down with his legs crossed. "-..I still find it freaky that you're floating and stuff." "-Concentrate. After this, we can move onto my favorite part.. violence. Or, sparing, same thing." He'd shrug. Mikey gave him an unsure look before letting out a hum. He'd close his eyes, but only a few seconds of silence managed to get by before Mikey interupts, shifting and mumbling. Angelo let out a huff, finding no use in getting his younger version to focus. They'd sigh, "-Come on, Mikey. I suppose we can skip to combat.." "-Oh, yes!" He'd cheer, hopping to his feet. "-I've been waiting for this!.. though I'd do better with my nunchucks.. oh, whatever. This will be A piece of cake. I'll go easy on ya', old man. After all, you are my...S- sensi." They would mutter, not used to calling Someone that wasn't splinter.. sensi. The elder glared, before placing his feet on the ground. A shiver crawled up his spine, before they would shake their head, looking down at the youngster. He narrowed his eyes. "-Alright then." He spoke before grinning, "-Do as you wish.."

8) ???'S POV

9) 'How annoying'..

10) I thought, before pouting. This was no fun, but.. it's better than being with them. They can't keep a family together at all.. I'd tap at my desk, absolutely exhausted.. before.. she came in. "-Oh, are you alright?" The woman asked. I'd glare, "-,I'm fine." I'd reply, with a bit of an Additude. "-Have you finished making out little--" "-Im trying. It's complicated to make, alright? I just need some alone time, and the we'll be set." "-.. Alright then. Don't overwork yourself now~ bye bye!~" the woman cooed before leaving. I furrowed my brows and huffed, glaring at a picture just a few inches away from where I sat .. God, sometimes I missed them. but I had to leave. It was too much to bare.. I prefer this lifestyle anyways. Alone, well, somewhat alone, closed off from this disastrous world..

11)

Mikey huffed, his shell collided with the wall as a chain wrapped around his wrist, practically dragging him around. "-Alright, alright! I give up already!" They'd shout. Sensi Angelo dropped him, a smile on her face. "-Good." She spoke with efficiency. "-I- was getting tired myself." "-That-- that was no fair, you were using your-- your chain-y thingies!" "-I- used them once. I think our session here is over." "...Did I do a good job?" Mikey smiled. Angelo looked over at him.. he had this hopeful, whimsical smile on his face, craving approval. ".. You're in need of approvement." He'd give the benefit of a doubt. Angelo frowned, before the door flung open.

12) "-Its dinner time!~ c'mon guys!" Master Leonardo announced. "-Oh!" Mikey sat up, speeding out of the room . "-.. Aren't you gonna eat?" Leon turned his attention onto sensi Angelo, who denied, "-No.. no thank you, Leo." "..come on, you can keep doing this." He'd lean further into the room. "-You have to eat, y'know, just a bit? We can't have you passing out during battle again.. " "-Leo, I'll be fine. Okay?" "..Whatever you say, but promise me that you'll try something soon." "-Im positive!" Leo shot him a Smile before leaving.

13)

While walking down the hall, Mikey had spotted Casey coming his way.

"-Oh- casey!" He'd shout. "-..Hey Mikey! You done training with master Angelo?" "-Yeah, I'm still sore.." "-Heh, I can imagine how you feel. I heard thuds from the room, all the way from mine, so I assume that training session must've been rough.." "-,It was! Anyways, if I'm staying here for a while, where will I sleep?" "-I- mean, you can stay in my room for the time being. Also, what do you mean for a while?" "That would be awesome! Oh, and.. my-- my brothers are going to pick me up soon.. ones scientist so he can do it."

2012

14)

"I CANNOT DO THIS!" Donatello shouts.

"-What do'ya mean you can't do it!? Raph growled. "-I- can't make the formula again, i- it's to complex, that's why I was so focused on keeping it safe until Mikey came along!" "..Where even is he..?" Leo said, Donnie glared, "-,I don't know.. I'll keep trying." "-Good, do whatever it takes"

raph jammed his finger into donnies chest before turning around. "-Lets go, Leo." Leo made eye contact with Donnie before the blue ninja followed Raph. "-Tsk.."

2041

15) "Im... Not so sure about that, sorry Mike.. master Angelo can litteraly make portals, and from what he taught me, you cannot begin to Imagine how hard it is to even attempt it.." Mikeys smile drops, looking down at the floor. "-oh.." he'd mumble. "-I-ill just!!...go." Mikey made his way past Casey. "-...odd." he'd grumble.

#mondomikey #leosagi #rottmnt #tmnt #the usagi #the usagi chronicles #shellshocked #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 au #tmnt au #rottmnt au #rottmnt fandom #rottmnt fanfiction

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fangaminghell · 1 year

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Leo's fear of commitment would reach a boiling point when the guy he's into ( who's into him back) almost cuts things off between the two. They were never dating, it just felt like they were constantly dancing around each other, or rather Leo was dancing around him when he wanted to get close. And that fucking hurts. Blair has to smack some sense into him.... literally.

Blair, smacking Leo behind the head after witnessing Leo get called out: Stop overthinking and ask him out already. Before you lose him for good.

Leo: Ow- *rubs the back of his head* alright, wise guy, answer me this: What happens when I mess up? I mean * he chuckled darkly* I already messed up, why would-

Blair, smacking Leo again: Shut up and listen.

Leo: Ow, okay!

Blair: It's like battling. If you mess up, you mess up. You can't be perfect at it. And if you do end up losing him, then that's that. What matters is what you learn from it. Which should be not being idiot.....and proper communication or whatever.

Leo: I...huh. I didn't think about it like that....heh. I've been a real idiot have I?

Blair: Yes. That's literally what I just said.

Leo: Tch. Alright, asshole, no need to rub it in.....I'll...I'll talk to him. I guess.

Blair: You guess?

Leo: I will! I will talk to him.

Sorry for the dialogue I couldn't help myself lol.

#oc: leo ✨#oc: blair ❄️

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getofy · 3 years

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bakugo as your boyfriend would include...

request: what would dating bakugo be like?

gn!reader (but there are slight fem themes if you squint); fluff; headcanons; no spoilers

character: bakugo katsuki

a/n: this goes out to my one & only <333. ilysm deku kinnie pls enjoy! also, @ bakugo simps i hope this feeds u well. he’s sm fun to write for. headcanons + a short playlist are under the cut.

*ty to my bakugo kinnie/simp friend for helping me write this. i appreciate u. A LOT of these ideas r hers!!

FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM SOUNDS LIKE:

01. TEENAGE DIRTBAG by WHEATUS

02. GUTTER GIRL by HFHW

03. BOYFREN by LOVE LEO

04. IN TOO DEEP by SUM 41

05. TOUNGES by THE FRIGHTS

06. R U MINE? by ARCTIC MONKEYS

katsuki is a very emotional person. he feels incredibly deep and profound things, but has trouble expressing it in a healthy manner. this being so, him as your s/o would consist of a lot of subtle displays of affection! such as...

-> SHOWING YOU HOW TO DO STUFF:

he’ll teach you small things about his hobbies. will 100% show you how to play the drums, mountain climb, etc.

literally you learn so much with him it’s insane. he claims it’s because he couldn’t stand dating an incapable person, but in reality it’s just because he likes feeling useful/needed HAHA.

-> TOUCHING YOU:

this man is lowkey super clingy...so he will always find a way to be physically close to you.

a BIG fan of putting his arm around your shoulder fs. don’t mention it to him though because he’ll IMMEDIATELY stop doing it.

-> LETTING YOU SIT ON HIS LAP:

if you’re comfortable with it, he’d adore it if you sat on his lap!! like fr if you walked up to him when he was lounging on the couch and did it this is how it would go...

“what’re you doing?”

“sitting down, why?”

he just stares and then grunts before going back to whatever he was doing

don’t let his indifference fool you, he is very pleased.

probably looked up at the ceiling and thought about it for an hour once you left

he thinks about you a lot

-> ALWAYS COOKING FOR YOU:

he pretends like it’s a nuisance, but it genuinely makes his day when you eat the stuff he prepares. literally if you’re hungry just ask him to make you smth and he’ll do it. he actually gets angry if you decide to cook without him.

one time, katsuki seemed really tired because of training and school. so you tried to make something for the both of you guys to enjoy together. it uh...didn’t go well...

“what are you doing?!”

“cutting vegetables...”

“no. you’re doing it all wrong. give me the knife.”

“excuse me??”

“GIVE ME THE KNIFE.”

you ended up giving him the knife

the meal was great!?? but he scolded you for like 30 minutes after PLS.

-> SHOWING YOU OFF:

he’s proud that you’re his s/o, so of course he’s gonna brag about you to EVERYONE.

it’s not overbearing or in an annoying way either. it’s moreso him talking about your accomplishments and stuff like that.

he literally only shows you off for his own benefit. NEEDS everyone to know how cool you and him both are.

it’s an ego thing.

i take back what i said abt it not being annoying. it’s a nuisance to everyone who ain’t you.

-> SITTING NEXT TO YOU:

like i said before, he needs to be close to you at all times. sooo he always sits next to you. no questions asked.

expect to see a pouting, petty katsuki if you decide to sit next to somebody that isn’t him.

“are you seriously mad that i sat next to deku and not you on the bus?!”

“‘COURSE IM MAD.”

“you’re impossible.”

“HUH??????”

-> LETTING YOU WEAR HIS CLOTHES:

PRACTICALLY CHUCKS HIS SHIRTS AND HOODIES AT YOU. LITERALLY JUST- PELTS YOU WITH HIS CLOTHES UNTIL YOU PUT THEM ON.

you took his hoodie without asking ONE TIME and now he’s hooked on seeing you in his clothing.

he’ll always pretend like he’s doing you a favor though.

gotta love how annoying he is!

-> GIFT GIVING

i wouldn’t go as far to say that gift giving is his love language, but he’ll buy things that you bring up in causal conversation a whole lot.

he just kinda bashfully shoves the gift in your hands and watches as you fawn over it.

“awww! how’d you know??”

“you wouldn’t shut up about it.”

he loves seeing your pleased expression!! +100 boost to katsuki’s confidence.

-> HELPING YOU WITH ACADEMICS:

we ALL know how smart this man is.

he will 100% help you study for school if you’re struggling!

don’t expect him to go easy on you though.

if anything, he’ll probably be harder on you because he really wants to see you succeed.

he basically carries you through math

-> KNOWING MUNDANE FACTS ABOUT YOU:

i can see him knowing EVERYTHING about you. your birthday, your morning routine, your favorite snacks, your favorite songs, etc.

it doesn’t take a lot for him to remember this stuff either???

like, he thinks you’re unforgettable, so he just knows

-> WANTING TO IMPRESS YOU:

he wants you to know how cool he is so bad it’s laughable.

he’ll show off during training exercises FOR SUREEEE

bakusquad teases him abt it when he does lol they ALLL know how whipped he is for you

kirishima: wow, you’re really into it today bakugo!

denki: well (y/n) IS watching

bakugo: SHUT UP.

MISC HEADCANONS!

-> you enable him so much...like way too much. please get on that. someone needs to hold this stupid man accountable. he probably likes it when you scold him despite his protests so don’t be afraid to tell him off baby.

-> your approval makes his heart go $$/!/?!!!error??77776. like, even before you two started dating, he would ALWAYS feel flustered whenever you would compliment his outfits, fighting style, etc. now that you guys are dating, he still feels extremely dazed when you dote on him.

he’ll probably act super cocky about it though

“ ‘course i look good, idiot.”

he’s trying his best to suppress the stupid smile trying to take over his face. eventually, he lets it out, and tbh everyone in 1A knows that it’s because of smth cheesy you told him.

he is SUCH a softie for you it HURTTSSSS GAHHHH!!

-> katsuki is a very protective boyfriend.

this goes for everything, but especially applies during intense situations.

will literally lay his life down for you without thinking twice about it. don’t fight me on this. it’s canon.

if you’re going on a dangerous mission, you BEST believe this man is tagging along with you.

if for some reason he can’t go, he’ll make it a point to stay up way past his bed time waiting for you to come back.

when katsuki chooses you over sleep just know that you’ve won at life.

he doesn’t see you as inferior in any way. he knows you can handle yourself, but he really wants to keep you safe bc if something bad happened to the love of his life he would be in shambles.

on a lighter note, if mineta bugs you, he’ll absolutely wreck him. will literally punt that grape boy into the next stratosphere.

also!! he’s not the type to care about what you wear. if you’re wearing smth a bit more revealing, the most he’ll say is that you look hot. literally is so unbothered.

he trusts you a lot so it’s like 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

protective ≠ possessive

-> dates w/ him are super all over the place! one weekend, you guys will just chill in his dorm and the next he’ll be laughing maniacally as he chases you down during an intense round of laser tag.

-> he’s big fan of competition, so he’ll turn everything into one.

let him win.

-> his hands are really sensitive because of his quirk, so if you kissed them he’d turn to mush.

im literally begging you to touch this man. help him. he is so touch-starved it’s not funny.

-> he runs hot so cuddles w him are so nice and comforting :(. will pull you in close and tight and NEVER let go.

in short, while dating katsuki definitely comes with it’s quirks, it’s a beautiful relationship. he respects you endlessly and will do anything to ensure your happiness. treat him right and he’ll do the same!!

have fun dating explosion boy!

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well-its-not-human-anymore · 3 years

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Hi lovely! I just want to say, your writing is amazing!! Do you think you could do little headcanons for each bayverse brother where the reader is almost ALWAYS super happy and chipper, super kind to everyone all the time, but then one time somebody (turtles or readers family, doesn't matter) says something to really piss them off? Like... Teeth clenching, furious, silent, and boiling kind of anger that terrified the SHIT out of them that they've never seen before or expected from them?? 😂

Usually, when my Dad and Stepmom are arguing, the fight is blamed on me because I'm "the oldest" and "the most responsible" and I become extremely upset, completely opposite of what I usually am, and there's nobody I can talk to. Thank you so much, for taking my request!! Love your writing!! -Captain trash 🐌

Ohhhh 💢😡 love this, and I do this all the time. Out here bottling my emotions like I'm canning pickles.

TMNT Headcanons

The boys reacting to the quiet type of rage

Leonardo

you were an absolute angel

this was one thing Leo knew to be true

to him, you were like a carbonated beverage, bubbly and sweet

but what he didn't take into account was that like most carbonated drinks, you always hit just right

he learned that the hard way

no, he wasn't sure what he'd actually said to set you off, but he knew it probably wasn't about him insulting potato chips

you weren't that passionate about potatoes, shockingly enough

but he'd ran his mouth when he shouldn't have and immediate correction was provided via a VERY solid punch to his plastron

then you were up and storming out of the kitchen to your personally designated shelf at the other side of the lair, snarling as you went

you stayed up there for the rest of the day and when dinner came around Leo had to tackle Mikey to the ground to stop him from throwing a paper airplane up into your nest

a wise choice

Splinter was the one who informed you that it was time to eat

Another wise choice

Personally, Leo's never seen anyone eat fettuccine with the afterthought of murdering god but damn if you didn't look like you were considering it

Your jaw was clenched so tight that he feared you'd break your teeth

He felt bad of course, how couldn't he? But he also knew from experience that it was best to leave you be until you came down from your anger

Raphael

Now, Raph is no stranger when it comes to anger or rage, especially the silent type

He likes to think he knows it better than anyone

But holy shit- he never expected it from you

You were always kind and sweet and every other synonym for those words under the rainbow

In fact, Raph had gone so far as to assume that you didn't have a mean bone in your body

That turned out to be lie

The argument was something dumb, it had to be, but it quickly escalated. Much faster than he thought it could

And he made the mistake of running his mouth

"Oh yeah? And what could you ever get outta being with a freak like me, huh?!"

Big mistake

He actively watched your face darken and your lip curl into a snarl

"You need to stop using your appearance to win arguments."

And then he had to watch as you turned your back on him and simply walked away

You were silent at dinner, only speaking when you needed the salt or something else

You declined all offers to be walked home and left by yourself

They could all tell by your stature and your tense jaw that caused the veins in your neck to bulge that you were beyond pissed

Despite that Raph still received your text informing him that you made it home safe

But that was all

Two days went by before he showed up at your apartment to apologize

You'd never been one to hold a grudge against anyone

Especially not your boyfriend

You accepted his apology and he hasn't crossed that line since

Donatello

From the day he met you, Donnie knew you were different

Your social anxiety and self esteem overlapped in some of the worst possible ways

But damn if you weren't an absolute sweetheart around everyone else

You defended your friends better than Fort Knox security and that was a fact

So in truth he really shouldn't have been surprised by your outburst

But in his defense he'd only ever seen you react verbally, yelling, threatening, the works

When they were all returning from a scouting routine that night the last thing Donnie wanted to listen to was Leo's lecture

Donnie had gotten in a little too far and banged himself up, bleeding from a few cuts and scrapes but nothing major

And none of them had realized that you were there

So when Leo went in for an attack on Donnie's intelligence and worth you'd done the only reasonable thing you could think of

The glass bottle shattered on the wall next to Leo's head and sent them all ducking and covering their faces

You stood opposite of them, murder dancing in your eyes like a ballerina

You pinned Leo with your gaze and held him there for a painfully long minute

Then you were taking Donnie's hand and pulling him to the needle room

You were both silent while you patched him up and he was relieved to know that your anger wasn't directed at him

Your entire body practically melted when he touched your cheek

"You're going to break your teeth if you keep that up."

"Well I've never been one for self preservation now have I?"

Michaelangelo

You and Mikey's personality and mentality were basically identical

You might as well have operated on the same vibrational frequency

He just worked so well with you

If it wasn't for the fact that he clearly wasn't human you could've been twins

It wasn't that you were necessarily angry with him at that moment, but the argument you were having was quickly escalating so you both opted to shut it down before it got any worse

Things usually turned out better when you both went nonverbal

Ended with way less hurt feelings than it could have

But you both found it best to take some time alone during these situations, things were easier to smooth over if you were both calm

The others found this terrifying however

Because silent, angry you was one thing

Silent and angry Mikey was another thing entirely

But fortunately you both typically resolved things rather quickly after giving each other some space

I know the last one is a little off but I kinda ran out of ideas and brain power. The dreaded wall of writer's block has hit me and I think I just made a nest under it and took a nap. But in all honesty this week has really stressed me out so I apologize for the lack of postings. I'm doing my best to get back into it. Thank you all for being patient with me. 🧡

-Mars 🌠

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Omg can you write about coops going live on instagram and answering TONS of fans questions? And just being domestic and cute together in general

I can, yes! This is partially the 450 celebration--to the lovely person who suggested writing a sequel to one of my favorites, please know that I love and appreciate you! Coop credit goes to @lumosinlove

Check out Part 1 here

“Is it working? I think it’s working.” An explosion of hearts covered the screen and Remus’ eyebrows rose. “Yep, definitely working. Hello, Instagram! I’m Remus Lupin, winger for the Lions.”

“And I’m Sirius Black, center and team captain.” Sirius waved at the phone. “We had a great time answering your questions last month and we figured we’d come back to do it again, since there were so many people we couldn’t get around to in those few minutes.”

“I can already see a bunch coming in. Should we start?” Remus asked, turning to him with a small smile.

“You go first.”

“Alright, first question….” He squinted at the screen. “How long have we been together? We’ve been dating for just over a year now, but we’ve known each other for three-ish.”

Sirius snorted when he read the next question. “What do we do in our free time? It’s cute that you think we have free time. Um, we read a lot. Sometimes I’ll play video games with the guys.”

“If we have a free weekend, we’ll go hiking or take a short road trip. Practice takes up four or five hours a day, so we’re very low-key, which I think surprises people.” Remus scrolled down a bit. “What are our favorite foods?”

“Don’t say it.” Sirius said immediately. “Don’t you dare.”

“Fine, fine.” Just as Sirius began to answer, he coughed, “pineapple pizza.”

“No!” Sirius smacked Remus on the arm with a pillow as he laughed. “Menace. My favorite food is pasta, because it’s versatile and I’m not a heathen. All of you who are agreeing with him, stop it right now. I’m very disappointed in your tastebuds. Next question…do either of us cook? We do, yeah.”

Remus gave him a look. “Do you, though?”

“That’s a funny thing to hear coming from the man who said he’d die for one of my grilled cheeses yesterday,” Sirius countered.

“Fair point. Yes, we both cook, but I generally do it more often because I enjoy it.”

Sirius looked back at the camera with sad eyes. “He kicked me out of the kitchen last week.”

“You kept stealing bites of soup!” Remus laughed. “It wasn’t even done, you could have gotten salmonella!”

“You can’t get salmonella from soup,” Sirius scoffed. The comment section went wild. “…apparently you can. Huh.”

“Next question, before we get too off-track. Who is the more dramatic one?” Remus folded his hands and rested his chin on top. “I’m giving you three guesses and the first two don’t count.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “You’re plenty dramatic.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“Moving on! Oooo, this one is for me specifically.” He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Remus’ waist as he read. “Sirius: does Regulus—you spelled that wrong by the way, there’s only one ‘g’—does Regulus still live with you? If yes, how does that work?”

“I’m telling him someone spelled his name wrong,” Remus said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “He’ll get a kick out of it.”

“He’ll be so pissed,” Sirius agreed. “Nope, Reg moved out a few months ago and now lives with Pascal Dumais, but it was really neat to have him around. He’s still got a room here and it was nice spending so much time with him after we didn’t talk for a while. He’s awful about vacuuming, though.”

“Aw, people think that’s cute.” Remus smiled as he read the responses. “Ohoho, people are getting nosy. What do we argue about the most?”

“I’m not sure, actually. Maybe chores?”

“I was going to say practice time. We’ve gotten into a couple tiffs about watching tape or running drills after we get home.”

“That’s true.” Sirius frowned at the screen. “For those of you who apparently think that’s all one-sided: it’s really not.”

“He came downstairs to get me at ten or eleven at night the other day. We’re both hockey nerds, so it happens from time to time.”

“Are we going to keep doing tiktoks? Oh, for sure, they’re a ton of fun.”

“Absolutely. Where else am I going to get the inspiration to glue things shut just to irritate him?”

Sirius shook his head with a smile. “Diablotin.”

“Nothing like being called a gremlin by your fiancé,” Remus laughed, tapping the screen. “Okay…who’s the best in bed?”

“I’d say we both sleep really well,” Sirius said. “You talk sometimes, which is really funny.”

Remus glanced over. “Do I really?”

“Yep. I think you were grocery shopping the other night. You kept saying orange juice very adamantly.”

“Interesting. I agree, though, we both value sleep.”

“There are too many questions!” Sirius scooted forward and sifted through them. “To jay-mac 2001, we both love kids and might have some in a few years. No, mermaid queen, we don’t really have friends outside of hockey because we don’t have lives outside of hockey—” Remus leaned his forehead on Sirius’ shoulder as he laughed. “—but I’m sure that will change someday. Oh, here’s a fun one: what are our love languages?”

“Our what?”

“Love languages. Like the Buzzfeed quiz Pots made us take last week.” The screen lit up and Sirius looked offended. “Of course we know what Buzzfeed is! We’re 25, you fuckers!”

“I think mine was quality time.”

Sirius pulled Remus’ arm further around his shoulders and leaned into his side with a smile. “It’s physical affection,” he singsonged, making him laugh. “Your turn.”

“Have you finally found your song?” Remus read aloud. “I think so! We did an interview a while back and there was a question about our ‘couple song’, which we didn’t have at the time.”

“That didn’t answer the question, sweetheart.”

“Oh! Shit, sorry. It’s La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf.”

Sirius read the next question and snorted. “This is convenient. Who swears more?”

Remus looked away. “It’s, uh, a tie.”

“That’s such a lie.”

He sighed. “It’s probably me.”

“You taught a literal baby to swear.” Sirius turned back to the camera with a wicked grin. “Harry’s first word was ‘Loops’, but his second was ‘shit’ and there’s an eighty percent chance he learned it from Re.”

“Changing the subject!” Remus cleared his throat, then smiled. “Aw, I like this one. What’s the compliment you get most often from your partner?”

“Does it have to be verbal?”

“Sirius.”

Sirius’ eyes went wide. “Not like that! Oh, fuck, I did not mean that! You always touch my hair, so I figured that was a compliment. Merde.”

Remus shook his head. “We need a supervisor again. Anyways, you talk about my freckles all the time and it’s adorable.”

“You’re adorable.”

“Sap.”

“Yeah.” Sirius kissed his cheek. “What’s the best date I’ve ever been on? We went ice skating at the local rink a few weeks ago and it was so much fun. I had never done that before.”

Remus’ eyebrows rose. “I thought for sure you would say the aquarium.”

“The aqu—oh, right! With the jellyfish arch!”

“Yeah!”

“Now it’s a tie, I can’t decide.”

“That’s fair. From spaceman93: who tops? We actually don’t have a bunk bed, though that would be cool as hell! Do you think Ikea sells them?”

“We should check.”

The screen exploded into activity again and Remus did a double-take. “Yes, we do buy our furniture from Ikea, there’s no need to sound so shocked. This person—I can’t read your username, sorry—wants to know which of us is more cuddly.”

“Definitely me,” Sirius said.

“For sure. I like cuddling people, but only a select few. I mean, I’m assuming you guys saw the Cap cuddles slideshow at our last game.” He laughed when Sirius turned pink. “Why are you embarrassed? It was cute!”

“There’s a hashtag now!” Sirius complained. “I have a reputation.” Remus rolled his eyes fondly as Sirius looked for the next question. “Ha! Do we ever get jealous?”

“Yes, but not for the reasons people might think.”

Sirius laughed quietly. “We went out to a bar for Kasey’s birthday a month or so ago—”

“Oh, please no.”

“—and a young lady was hitting on me, not taking the hint—”

“Jesus.”

“—so Re comes out of nowhere and kisses me full on the mouth in front of everyone.” He snickered and Remus hid his face in his hands. “It was kinda hot, not gonna lie. Really funny looking back, though. Your turn, sweetheart.”

“Who is clumsier? Ooh, we’re both disasters off the ice. I tripped over the carpet about twenty minutes ago.”

“I’ve run into every doorframe in this house at least twice.” Sirius grimaced. “If I could just tape my skates to my feet and always be on ice, that would be much safer.”

Remus cocked his head to the side. “I dunno, it would be hard to sleep in them.”

“I do that all that time.”

“That’s true, you take a nap in the hall at least once a week in full gear.”

“Reverse Edward Scissorhands.” They had to take a moment to stop laughing before Sirius turned back to the phone. “Mon dieu. Alright, what do we have next…when did you know I was ‘the one’? When did you know, mon amour?”

“Breaking out the nicknames, very snazzy,” Remus teased as he rested his chin on his hand. “I think it was just an accumulation of things, and then one day I went ‘oh shit’ and just knew. Sometime around New Year’s, maybe?”

“You only made it two months?” Sirius teased, nudging him lightly.

“Shush, you.” Remus nudged him back. “I knew I wanted to propose when I came home from hanging out with Leo and you were napping with the dog. You had done the dishes and left Avatar on so we could watch it together, and I opened the door and knew that I wanted that moment forever.”

Sirius smile was unbearably soft, and he kissed Remus on the cheek as hearts filled the comments section. “I’ve never seen so many keysmashes in my life,” he laughed when he looked back to it. “Hey, someone addressed one to you specifically.”

“Really?” He leaned forward eagerly. “To Remus, do you feel like part of the team yet? I do, a hundred percent! It helped that I was close with a lot of the guys from being the PT, so those friendships carried over really well. Being a player on the roster has only made that better and it’s the best job in the world.”

“Who has the better smile? We’re going to say each other, so I think we’ll leave that one to the comments—fuck, that was a bad idea, it’s moving too fast for me to read!” Sirius tapped the screen desperately, then gave up and waited for the scrolling to slow down. “Ask each other one question you’ve always wanted to know the answer to.”

“Do you actually want to get your ears pierced?” Remus asked. “You talked about it a while ago but I wasn’t sure if you were kidding.”

Sirius thought for a minute, biting his lip. “Y’know, I might. It was one of those things where it started as a joke and then I kept thinking about it. I’m not sure, hockey’s not the best sport to have things that can catch and tear.” They both winced at the idea. “My turn. What is it about pineapple pizza that you actually enjoy?”

“It annoys you.” Remus laughed as Sirius rolled his eyes. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I honestly don’t know why I like it so much. There’s something about the sweetness that goes so well with the regular pizza taste. Okay, last question for me: how many freckles do I have? Not many right now.”

“So many in the summer,” Sirius said dreamily. “That’s the best part of summertime and the only reason I like Florida. They might have bouncy ice, but it’s worth it to see the freckles pop.”

“Whew, Florida’s getting mad in the comments!” Remus grinned. “Get some real ice, then come talk to us.”

“Final question, then we really have to go. What does your partner look best in?” Sirius drummed his fingers on his knees. “His jersey. Or my jersey. He does own a pair of skinny jeans, though, and that was the closest thing to a religious experience I’ve ever had.”

“They’re comfortable.” Remus shrugged, but he looked rather self-satisfied. “That’s all we have time for, folks, but thanks for joining us!”

“Go Lions!”

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Okay, so I am just the worst. I'm very sorry for that. I will make an effort to stop being the worst. I'm already starting writing for the next chapter. It will be out next week. If it is not, please pester me until it is. If nothing else, the next chapter should be relatively interesting, so.

Chapter 15

“So then I was like, ‘Screw you, man, you don’t know me.’ Because he was being a dick.”

You nod, taking another sip from your straw. “So he was.”

“Well,” Casey continues, gesturing with his pizza slice, “that’s why he gave me a black eye on the ice. And now Annie won’t talk to me.”

With a sigh, you reach up, wincing slightly as the muscles in your back crack. “Well,” you smile tiredly, “that does sound like a predicament. Want me to try talking to her?”

“Nah.” He leans against his hand, taking a bite of his food. “It’s whatever. Didn’t like her, anyway.”

You smirk. “Bullshit.”

“Smartass.” He rolls his busted eyes. “How’s your boyfriend?”

“Nonexistent.”

“Bullshit,” he mimics. “Isn’t he all over you?”

“Hardly.” You wave your hand dismissively. “‘Sides, he doesn’t want a relationship, I bet.”

“You slept together.” He swallows. “You slept together and he didn’t make a pass at you.”

“What does that prove?” You take another drink. “Just because he or I want it to happen doesn’t mean that it should.”

“Bullshit,” he sings once more. “You’re just scared of commitment, I bet.”

Your face flushes. “That’s not it!”

“Then why not ask him?”

“Look,” you fumble for an excuse that was not ‘He’s a ninja,’ “he’s really busy, what with his sports and science stuff. I’m lucky he has time for me at all; what we have is fine until things calm down a bit with him.”

“So never.”

“Pretty much.”

Another bite. “If he’s so smart, won’t he be going off to Harvard or some shit? Shoot your shot.”

“Who are you to give me relationship advice?” You push him, placing your hand on the pizza box between you on the bench. “You just fucked up with Johanna.”

“Maybe the reason you two are still virgins is that you’re both smartasses.”

“We’re like fifteen!” You laugh. “What, you’re a lady killer now?”

“Hey, I’ve made my rounds.” He grins. “You know the blond chick? Jenny?”

You stick your tongue out at him. “She is completely out of your league, Jones,” you huff. “Know your place.”

“And she’s in yours?”

“Did I say that?” You take another sip. “No, I did not.”

He sighs. “I’m gonna set you up.”

You blink at this sudden change in subject matter. “Huh?”

“There’s this guy on the team who has a thing for you.” He takes another bite of his pizza. “I promised I’d try.”

“Out of the goodness of your heart?”

“Surprisingly, yes.” He leans back on the bench, head flopping back. “We’ve been buddies for a while.”

Your eyes trace the cracks in the pavement carelessly, weighing your options. “Where?”

“I’m looking for a yes or no.”

You fiddle with your collar. “Which guy?”

“Carter from bio.”

With bright green eyes, long black hair, you can hardly describe him as ugly. A bit pompous, but not irredeemably so. The idea of going on a date with another man-- another human, no less-- is hardly unappealing, especially given the fact that you are almost completely certain that whatever you have going on between yourself and Donatello is going to go exactly nowhere. It would be nice, you know, to go out to lunch or dinner with a pretty boy.

Your gut tells you it is a bad idea. Your gut also told you to go try and check out Shredder’s lair that one time, and now you could not walk.

“I’m down.” Why not? Life is about taking risks that do not result in your lack of motor functions. “You got his number?”

He nods, pulling his phone out of his pocket and texting you the contact. “He’s a good guy,” he promises. “He’s not gonna try shit, probably.”

“You sound certain.”

“Shut up.” He scrolls through his phone. “Who knows, though? Maybe you’ll like him more than your guy and you won’t have to keep pining over him.”

“And there’s the ulterior motive.” You cross your arms, setting the cup on the ground. “If I get stood up, it’s your ass.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He leans his head back forward, picking at his nails absentmindedly. “Whatcha gonna do? Fight me?”

You smirk. “It’s as realistic as you getting with Jennifer Barker.”

“And that’s my cue to leave.” He stands up, wiping his hands on his jeans and taking the box. “I’m taking this.”

“Have at it,” you follow suit, checking the time. “Don’t eat it all at once.”

“I will absolutely ignore your advice.”

“Obviously.” You wave. “See ya tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

The walk home is long, as always, but with every passing day, you get better at walking with one good leg. Having lost it in the dumpster with little more than reassurance that knowing whoever took it needed it more than you do, you have learned a thing or two about balance, and yet you still quietly long for your other leg. ‘It would be nice to be able to run places,’ you muse. ‘It would make me feel better about walking around at this time of night.’ With all the walking you have to do— you still do not have a metro card because you are foolish— you are still relatively strong, but getting places without hobbling and having the option to run away would be nice.

You unlock the door to your apartment. ‘Just a couple more days before I can walk properly again.’ You pull it open, kicking your shoe off.

Someone is sitting on your couch.

You take a shaky step back— ‘I can’t run’—, tripping on your feet and falling on your back in the hallway, your drink spilled on the floor. It is as if your body is struck with lightning, every nerve on edge as you crawl away, voice caught in your throat as you try and get as far away from the door as possible. Your body drags with you.

Too slow.

A hand grabs your ankle. It drags you back into the room with barely a grunt, and with a slam, the door shuts, and you are locked with a figure whose face you cannot see.

The door locks.

The figure lets go of your ankle, heart pounding in your heart as you try and reach for the doorknob, tears pricking your eyes. You can barely use your hands again, progress gone in an instant. ‘Don’t kill me.’ You pray to stop shaking. ‘I can’t die here. Not after everything that’s happened.’

The light clicks on.

“What the fuck is your deal?”

Your eyes snap open. A rush of embarrassment slams into you, a wave of shame making you hot all over as you become painfully aware of the fact that you look absolutely pathetic, clawing at the door.

You pull yourself to your feet shakily, turning back to look at Raphael. “You,” you mumble, opening the door and grabbing your keys from off the floor, not even bothering with the cup, “are the fucking worst.”

“You’re the one that’s all jumpy.” He rolls his eyes, sitting back on the couch. “Who did you think it was?”

You scramble for another answer. “I don't know,” you snap. “If you didn’t know, I’d like to introduce you to the concept of texting someone before you sit ominously on their couch.”

“You’ll live.”

“Barely!”

He sighs. “Sit. We have to talk.”

You toss your keys onto the counter, shakily hobbling over to the kitchen, hands clenched still. “You talk.” Your voice starts to stabilize. “I’m going to have a drink and wish it was alcohol.”

“Do you remember the first month you were here?” He crisscrosses his legs. “A week or so in?”

You lean down, grabbing a drink container. “When Mikey almost got kidnapped? Yeah.”

“Do you remember what you said?”

“Do I remember what I said over two months ago? No, I do not.” You set it on the counter, reaching into the cabinet and pulling a plastic cup down. You consider a glass one but did not want to clean glass shards off of your floor again.

“Then let me remind you.” He leans back into your couch. “You said, and I quote, that Shredder doesn’t get close to murdering Master Splinter until season two, whatever that means.”

You nod, setting your hands on the counter until they stop shaking. “What about it?”

“Shredder gets close to killing my father.”

You sigh, dreading the ensuing conversation. “Look,” you reason, “it probably won’t get to that if we’re smart.”

“The first word I think of when I think about our group is not smart.”

“It’s one guy.” You lean against your hand. “So long as he doesn’t pull a Leo and martyrs himself—“

He cuts you off. “What does martyr mean?”

“If he doesn’t throw himself in harm's way for the sake of the greater good—“

“So my Leo throws himself in harm’s way?”

“Have you met your brother?” You try and grab your cup. “Of course he does.”

His eyes widen. “So you’re telling me my brother dies too?”

“I did not say that.”

“But you—“

“The point,” you snap, “is that so long as your father values his own safety, he will be fine. There are preventative measures that we can take to make sure he doesn’t kick the bucket, so for now, worry about how you’re going to survive.”

He gets up. “How does he go the first time?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why?” He stands in front of you, staring you down. “Why won’t you?”

“Because you’ll kill yourself over it.” You pick up your cup, taking a sip. “If I told you what happened in the future, you’d pull something to try and defy that, right? Then we wouldn’t even know what it was anymore, and our one tactical advantage would be shot."

“But—“

“I only tell you,” you cut him off, “about certain things so you can prepare to face them, not to try and avoid them. There are very few exceptions to that rule.” You set the cup back down, staring back. “There are things we can do to prevent things from happening, but not right now. Right now, our top priority is to make sure the Kraang don’t kill us all.”

“How come you get to know stuff we don’t?”

“Because.”

He throws his hands up. “Oh, well if that’s the reason—“

“Do you have anything else you wanna say or are you planning on just being up my ass?”

He closes his eyes, hands together as he takes a slow, deep breath. “Yes, actually.”

“What?”

“Karai approached us today when we went to check our Donnie’s stupid signal thing.” He opens them again. “She wants to team up.”

“Cool.” Your voice softens. “That’s good.”

He leans against the counter. “Can we trust her?”

You take another drink. “Trust is a strong word right now,” you sigh. “Aligning with her is a good idea, though. Just trust her as far as you can throw her.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well,” you shrug, “you can trust her to get you things and give you access to stuff. Just keep your guard up is all. Be diplomatic about it and you’ll be fine.”

He nods. “Cool.” He smiles. “Donnie’s been very anti-Karai so far.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “No idea why?”

You shake your head. “Thought he’d like having a kunoichi on his side.”

“You’d think.”

“Well, he’s gotta get over it some time.” You take another drink. “Preferably sooner than later, though. Fucking with Karai…” you shudder. “She’s incredibly powerful. If we can stay on her good side, it would make our lives easier.”

“Ours, you mean.”

“I have a stake in this too, you know.”

He scoffs. “How?”

“We’re on the same planet.” You reach down, fixing your pants over your cast. “Plus, I’m a target of the foot by association.”

“You aren’t fighting with us.”

“Would you rather I did?” You look back up at him. “Because when I do it seems it’s in the wrong way.”

“It would be helpful if you weren’t useless.”

“But I am, so it isn’t.”

“I guess.”

You stand back up straight. “Is that all?”

“Nope.” He walks back to the couch, sitting down. “I’m staying here a bit. Leo’s being an ass.”

“How so?”

“Same way as per usual.” He leans back into the couch. “Thinks he’s better than everyone.”

“And you don't have a better place to hang?”

He shrugs. “My brother likes you well enough. Besides, I want to know the person who’s making all of these big decisions in my life.”

“So it’s because you don’t like me?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

You take another sip from your drink. “That sounds paradoxical.”

“So?”

“So,” you lean your head against your hand, “why would you want to talk to me if you don’t like me?”

“Because your brother likes you,” he repeated. “If you’re going to be hanging around a ton I might as well try to like you.”

You smile. “That is incredibly mature of you, Hamato.”

A scoff. “You can’t call us all Hamato.”

“Watch me.” You hum, taking another sip from your drink. “Can I get you anything, by the way?”

“I’m good.”

“Suit yourself.” You reach into your bag— luckily, nothing has fallen out— and pull out your phone. “I just need you out by eleven-thirty. It’s a school night.”

“Even without being involved in our fights,” he shakes his head, “you are a total pussy.”

“Suck me.” You grab it off the counter, carefully carrying your cup to your bed. “And keep the noise down. “My neighbors have been pleasant and I want it to stay that way.”

“Buzzkill. You clearly don’t spend enough time with Mikey.”

“You know,” you grin, pulling out your notes as you sit down, “your brother says the opposite. Donnie, I mean.”

“I figured.”

You glance over at the window as he fiddles with the remote. “How did you get in?”

“The window.”

“No shit.” You look back over at him. “Red button, but I lock the window."

“No, you didn’t.” He clicks the button. “It was unlocked when I got here.”

“Huh.” Another stream of electricity flows through your veins. ‘They know where I live.’ You swallow.

“Must’ve forgotten.”

You did not. You would not forget. There was no way you could have, or would have, forgotten to do something like that.

“Must’ve.”

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achliegh · 3 years

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Olive and Otto

Masterlist :)

@domesticatedbeetlenamedjorge

This is an AU still set in the SW universe but a little to the right and maybe down the block. I want Leo to have a little secret!

This is the 18th chapter of this little series I have and it's a little spicy. Enjoy!

This is a big one! and I'm hella nervous about it

TW/CW: Smut, Drama, Arguing, Questioning Sexuality, Food, Panic attack

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Leo had been talking about how INK was coming to stay with him and Finn ever since they got back from Florida, which was two days ago but he just wouldn’t shut up. Finn and Logan were so happy to see Leo this excited about something, it had been a while since he had smiled that big. They just learned so much about INK they thought they had already met her.

She's a tattoo artist in NOLA.

She's only five feet tall!

She and Leo were each other's beards in highschool.

They took each other's virginities (TMI LEO).

She was kicked out of her family's house when she was 15, so she lived with Leo for all of high school.

It was all so much to keep track of, It was also just random little facts that didn’t make any sense at the time but they listened anyway. They actually got to facetime INK once on the bus with Leo but they spoke Spanish the whole time and suddenly Logan understood why Finn gets so annoyed when they speak French. Once they finally got home, Leo was not able to sit still at all.

Then the day came.

Leo was puttering around the house tidying up and moving anything dangerous out of reach for anyone beside himself. He was jittery with nerves of how Logan and Finn will react when INK shows up with her girlfriend a few extras. He shook his head, it didn’t matter what they thought he couldn’t be happier. His ‘maybe’ boyfriends were gonna meet his family and hopefully still want him afterwards...hopefully. He slumped down in the armchair closest to the door and sighed, running a hand over his face he was suddenly stressed out of his mind.

A thousand questions of self doubting characteristics shot through his brain. He was sitting there just staring into the abyss when a weight on his lap brought him back to earth. He blinked and smiled a little as Finn poked his nose.

“Did you wear yourself out or something? Haven’t you been excited about today for three whole days.” He smiled at Leo and his heart constricted, what if they did leave him. Even if it wasn’t right away. Finn tilted his head and poked his cheek this time. “Where do you keep going?” He started to look concerned as Leo didn’t answer. This was his own problem, even if Finn told him that he and Logan would never leave, EVER, Leo wouldn’t believe them.

“I’m just thinking about what to feed our guests.” He gave Finn a tight smile and squeezed his thigh that his hand was subconsciously rubbing. He was allowed to touch Finn now but it all still seemed like a dream. His phone chirped at him, notifying him that said guests have arrived. He showed Finn his phone and they stood up, INK was staying for a week into their break to watch All-Stars with the team. The opportunity was there so why not. They headed down to the parking garage to help them bring their things up.

“LEO!” Suddenly a stunningly beautiful woman with long dark down straight hair and tan skin ran towards the two. Leo was already in a stance when she yelled for him. He dropped his phone as she and him went completely in sync together. Holding INK in the air with a hand on each foot. “5-6-7-8” He tossed her a little and she spiraled in the air only to land in his arms bridal style. Laughing, she twisted in his arms to wrap his arms around his neck and legs around his waist spinning them a little. “I missed you so much! You fucking asshole”

Finn is still watching in awe of what he just saw when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He looks over to see another beautiful woman with big blonde curly hair and tattoos covering her arms and neck that he could see from her t-shirt.

“Hi, I’m June! I’m INKs girlfriend, nice to meet you.” She holds out her hand to shake his, he does.

“I’m Fi-”

“I know all about you, Leo doesn’t shut up about the hottie he’s living with.”

Blushing red, He looks back over to Leo and INK. They look so happy, he could see why they were the star couple in the cheer world for four years. He noticed that INK has the right side of her head shaved. Huh, weird.

“So this is the porn-star level roommate I hear my little angel cry about.” INK walks over to him smiling large, she has big doe eyes and a gap between her front two teeth. They shake hands and she goes to stand in front of her much taller girlfriend. June automatically wraps her arms around her waist and kisses her forehead. Leo is smiling at them like how you do a cute puppy. They kept chatting while they unloaded the ridiculously huge truck that INK drove up to Gryffindor in. The thing was fucking huge okay!

“Where are the O’s?”

“They are coming with your Mom.” INK sent him a soft smile as the glow from Leos smile could light up a stadium with no problem.

Leo and Finn are carrying most of their bags, some of which look like they’re for children. INK and Leo chat in Spanish as he shows June around the apartment. Putting their stuff into the guest room He and June go into the kitchen where some music is blasting and their idiots are dancing while Leo makes coffee and INK raids the fridge. Singing to each other the buzzer to their door goes off. “They're here!” He lets the doorman know through the intercom to let the mystery guests in.

Soon there's a knock on the door, Leo bounds over to it and flings the door open. He is immediately thrown to the floor with two small bodies who cling to him. He hugs them back just as hard. He hears a whimper and knows they’re crying, both of them.

Finn heard a thud at the door and ran into the living room to a sight. It wasn’t what he was expecting but it was stunning. Leo was hugging what looked to be two, three year old's. One had long dark brown hair that's curly, a girl, and the other had the… same haircut as Leo with the same blonde curls, a boy. He stepped on a creaky spot on the floor and all three of them looked up. All of them have the same striking blue eyes, but the kids had naturally more tan skin. The little boy had the same beauty mark as INK right next to her eyes and suddenly everything clicked in Finn's head.

“Finn, This is Olive and Otto… They’re my kids”

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #sweater weather #coast to coast #lumosinlove #o'knutzy #o’knutzy

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lovingmyselfcore · 3 years

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Skate Into My Heart

Chapter Three; Uh oh

BESTIES

I'M ALIVE AND I DID THE WRITING THING

@ciaraloves (or @perseusjackson-jasongrace ig) LOOK AT ME DOING THE THING

As soon as Nico left the locker room, Piper pounced on him. Literally.

He was forced to take a step back and caught her by the shoulders, “What’s up?”

She was practically vibrating with excitement, “Annabeth’s back!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Come on!” She grabbed his hand and yanked him through the hallways and into the main rink where a crowd of people had formed next to the bleachers.

It was the rest of the team and in the center was Annabeth, a duffle bag slung over one shoulder, looking exhausted as all hell but she was grinning as the team peppered her with questions and play-by-plays of the practices she’d missed.

Piper shouldered them into the center so Nico was directly in front of Annabeth, Piper on one side and Calypso on the other.

“Hey, Nico,” Annabeth said, still grinning. She stepped forward for a hug and he let her, burying his face into her neck and breathing, already feeling the responsibility leaking from his tight shoulders. Annabeth was like a big sister to him, not that he’d ever admit that, but still.

“You want to get out?” Nico whispered into her neck.

“Yes,” She whispered back emphatically. Nico could barely stop himself from laughing but as they pulled apart he saw the genuine relief in her eyes and felt himself worrying. He needed to talk to her, about the team and skating, about Will and of course, if she needed to talk about why she’d been gone for so long, he’d do that too.

Apparently, Calypso recognized that too and, bless her heart, muttered something to Leo, and together they captured the team’s attention, allowing Nico to tug Annabeth away from the crowd and out of the rink. She sighed as soon as they were ejected onto the city streets. Nico stuck an arm out and she smiled and linked their arms.

“Where are you headed?” Nico asked as they walked the short distance to the car garage.

“Oh, probably just my apartment.”

Nico nodded, “I wasn’t sure if you’d be staying with your dad or not.”

She shook her head, “He doesn’t even know I landed yet. I’ll head over in the morning.”

Her voice was stiff and Nico took that as his cue to change the subject. “So I have something to confide in you.”

She perked up almost immediately and he swallowed hard. But she just looked at him with those gray eyes and he reminded himself that this was Annabeth. That she wasn’t going to get angry with him.

At least, he hoped not.

“I’m talking to one of the hockey players,” He said casually.

Her grip on his arm stiffened and he braced himself but she was still just looking at him.

Finally, she grinned, “So when you say ‘talking to’...”

He groaned and felt himself flush, “Oh, shut up! Just friends.”

She hummed and released his arm to dig for her keys in her jacket pocket. “Is he nice?”

“No, he’s a dick,” Nico said sarcastically.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “I don’t know why I even bother.”

“He’s blonde,” Nico offered.

“Oooh,” Annabeth drawled.

He rolled his eyes and she burst out laughing, her voice echoing off the stone walls of the parking garage.

“Is he gay?” Annabeth asked.

Nico nearly flinched and passed it off with another eye roll, “I don’t know, Annie, that’s not something that’s come up in casual conversation.”

She glared at him and Nico, being the mature adult he is, stuck his tongue out at her. She did it back then shook her head. “Too much time with Percy,” She muttered and Nico snorted. She grinned at him.

“So he’s okay?”

That sobered her immediately. “Yeah. Well, as okay as he can be. I’m only here for like two weeks because he insisted I come back, but I’m leaving as soon as possible,” She glanced sideways at him, “Not to leave you alone again, though.”

He shrugged off the flash of selfish hurt he’d felt, “I’m good, Beth.” But he wasn’t good. He’d just told her about Will, and not even the start of the way his stomach would twist when he saw a new text from the hockey player and not the same twist when he panicked. And that also meant his chances of performing solo again were climbing. He didn’t know how to feel about that part.

“Stop that!” She exclaimed, halting once they’d reached her car.

“Get some sleep, Annabeth,” He said genuinely then smirked a little, “It looks like you need it.”

She threw a balled-up receipt she’d found in her bag at him, “Dick!”

~~~~

“Hey, Nico.”

Nico nearly leaped out of his skin, spinning to see Persephone in the living room.

She snorted, “Didn’t mean to scare you, sorry. Did practice go well?”

His phone buzzed in his pocket, “Yeah. Annabeth’s back.”

Persephone hummed, reaching up to untwist her hair, sending it cascading down her shoulders, “That’s good. I know you’ve missed her,” She said with a knowing look in her eyes that made him shift uncomfortably.

“Yeah, definitely, um, I’m tired we learned some new moves for Regionals today, so,”

“Yeah of course.” She was still smiling.

“‘Night Persephone,”

~~~

Nico flopped face-down onto his bed with a groan. He knew Persephone though he had a crush on Annabeth; he didn’t blame her, he’d never really made it a point that he didn’t. He wished he could come out to her and his dad, he didn’t really have a reason why he hadn’t besides the weight of anxiety on his lungs.

His phone buzzed again, and he wriggled upright to yank it out of his pocket.

Will: Distract me

Will: My mom is driving me insane

Nico grinned to himself, both of them were dealing with mommy issues at the moment.

Nico: idk how you expect me to distract you

Will: Just tell me about snakes or smth

Nico: you think i just have fun facts about snakes on hand?

Will: Yeah?

Nico: good

Nico: cause i do

Will: :)

Nico: snakes can slither 12.5 mph

Will: Good lord

Nico: snakes have internal ears but not external ones

Will: ??

Nico: they can’t create their own body heat which is why theyre in the sun all the time

Will: Hmmmm

Nico: they smell w/their tongues

Will: I thought they had nostrils??

Nico: they do

Will: what

Nico: it’s their Jacobson’s organ my dude it works in mysterious ways

Nico: not really but yk

Nico: sCieNcE

Will: ok….

Nico: if you get bored of snakes i’ve also got a bunch of random cheetah facts

Nico: i love cheetahs

Nico: very cool

Nico: fast cats

Will: Lmao go ahead

Nico: but first

Nico: why’s your mom driving you insane

Nico: if you want to tell me ofc

Nico: not trying to be weird

Will: Nah you’re fine

Will: She wants me to focus entirely on med school and not hockey

Will: She’s trying to get me out of it, actually

Will: Do something ‘respectable’

Will: Not turn out like my dad

Will: Even though dad has literally NOTHING to do with hockey

Will: And in my opinion he’s not bad. Not great. Not awful yk

Will: But hockey’s what’s putting me through med school so

Will: Gods, I really just burdened you with that I’m so sorry

Nico: med school huh

Nico: now i can say i know a doctor

Will: In training

Nico: close enough

Nico: you’re a great hockey player and you're going to be a great doctor

Nico: and you can always talk to me, will

Nico: you’re not burdening me with shit

Will: thanks <3

Nico didn’t understand why he blushed. It was a goddamn emoji. Calm down, Di Angelo.

Will: So we’ve been talking for a few weeks now. Can I call you my friend yet?

Nico snorted, feeling like he was fifteen again, sprawled on his bed, in the dark (because for some reason he didn’t turn his lights on) late at night, texting his- well, anyway.

Nico: yea dumbass

Nico: we’re friends

Will: Nice

Will: Now give me cheetah facts you adorable nerd

~~~

WILL

“Will? You good?”

Will blinked, Jason coming in to focus in front of him. “Uh, yeah.”

“That was believable,” Clarisse said sarcastically from behind Jason.

Will attempted to shake the fog from his head, “Yes,” He repeated.

Jason just blinked at him and Will was formulating an excuse for why he was so tired besides the fact that he’d spent all night talking to a cute figure skater with a ridiculous amount of animal facts stored in his small body when Coach Hedge’s voice boomed from his seat on the bleachers, “Solace! You alive?”

“Yes, coach!” Will shot back.

“Then why are you just standing there? Get back to the game! You too, La Rue and Grace!”

“Yes, sir!” They all barked back.

Clarisse gave him a once over before skating back to her goal and Jason went over to Will’s spot with him, “You sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, just tired.”

Jason opened his mouth, probably to question why the mom friend of their group was tired enough he nearly tripped over his stick but Will just said, “It’s fine, Jase. It’s not a big deal.”

“Grace!” Coach Hedge screeched.

Jason gave up on trying to interrogate Will and skated back over to his spot.

~~~~

“Mama, please,” Will tried, but his mother cut him off.

“Willaim. Hush. How’s that girl you said you were dating?”

What?

He was silent for a beat too long.

“Oh, baby,” His mother’s thick southern accent drenched her words. “You broke up? I’m so sorry.”

Oh gods, Lou Ellen Blackstone.

Will and Lou Ellen had dated for two months a long time ago, and when they were still dating he’d told his mother about her to get her to back off of his personal life a little. Their break up hadn’t had a huge fallout, Lou Ellen had told him through tears in his living room that she was aromantic. They were still friends, had been even before they dated, actually, and talked to each other pretty regularly.

But the problem was, that had been three months ago, and he hadn’t told his mother about their breakup. He knew she’d ask why, and he didn’t want to out Lou Ellen or make her a devil in his mother’s eyes. So he’d procrastinated coming up with a reason until he’d forgotten about it entirely.

And now it had come back to bite him in the ass.

“Yeah we broke up a little while ago,” He forced himself to sound choked up, which wasn’t hard, giving the way his panicked brain was now sprinting in circles on his lungs. “I just didn’t disappoint you.” Probably the most honest thing he’d said in weeks, but that’ll be unpacked later.

“Honey,” She sighed sadly and Will didn’t know whether or not that was on his behalf or hers.

“Well, it’s okay, because I’m dating someone new.”

“Oh?” He could hear her spine straighten. “Is it someone I know?”

No, mom, it’s not one of the country girls I grew up with.

“No,” He winced at how southern he sounded. He’d been talking to his mother for five minutes. “You don’t know him.”

HIM. Good Gods, Will. Yeah, you came out as bi to your mom, but still, you haven’t actually mentioned a guy to her yet.

She was silent for so long his heart joined his brain in the track meet happening on top of his lungs. “What’s his name?”

He was so she’d spoken that he blurted, “Nico.”

What. The. Fuck. Willaim.

Apparently, his heart had won that damn track race.

“Well, what I was leading up to before you told me about what happened,”

Will hummed non-committally, trying not to sound like he was taking relieved breaths as she spoke.

“The family’s come for a reunion and you should bring that boy!” Will choked on his spit.

“Mom, I don’t know about-”

“No, William. There isn’t a set date yet so we can work around your schedule,” Fuck. “I insist, Will. I need to meet this boy you clearly like very much, even though all you’ve said is his name, a mother knows.”

Umm, what.

“Sure,” Will said, sounding a little strangled. “But we have a game this weekend.”

“Alright, William.” She sounded the way she always did when he brought up hockey. “But as I said, we can work around your schedule and his. Talk to him about it, and let me know.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” Will repeated. “I’ll do that.”

She hung up and he was left staring at the wilting daisies at his kitchen table.

What had he just done?

#skate into my heart au #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #nico x will #jason grace #annabeth chase #percy jackson #pjo fic #hoo fic #au #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #solangelo fic #will and nico

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kuronanox · 3 years

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Your Knight - Leopold Vermillion

"Leo." (Your Name) calls waiting down the hill for him waving her hands as the wind blows through the air, and the autumn leaves fly around them as he runs towards her with excitement, his smile ear to ear.

"I'm running away from my brother!" He tells her as they grab each other hands and run to the field where they would play together. "Princess and Knight?" Leopold asks her as she nods her head with a smile.

It was a cute little game they played often where the usual the knight saved the princess and there was a happy ending. "Wow your magic is so strong!" She says with sparkles in her eyes as he shot a baby fire out into the sky.

"You should see my brothers it's way better." He says as it explodes and they looked up to the sky to mesmerize it.

"You won't get in trouble being out here?" (Your Name) asks as she picked at the green grass and threw it into the air.

"Not if I don't get caught!" He chuckles as he slightly pushes her and she runs after him. "Hey that's not fair! I'm not fast." She pouts chasing after him.

"Huh?! Lame Leopold I didn't know you were one to play with commoners!" Solid shouts from afar with a smug smile on his face. (Your Name) gasps as she hid behind Leopold and watched Solid walk towards them.

"Come here little girl!" He says snatching her roughly away from the youngest Vermillion and threw her onto the floor. "Commoners like you don't get to have the luxury to hang out with us royals, got it!" He sneers kicking dirt on her dress as she looks down and lands hard on the floor.

"Leave her alone!" Leopold yells and threaten to use his magic on Solid but the older boy just scoffs and places his hands on his hips and chuckles.

"It's okay Leo, he's right. Commoners shouldn't speak to royals." (Your name) says trying to get up from the floor. Her voice was soft and shaking as if she was about to break down in tears.

"Shut up peasant! Who told you to talk!" Solid yells kicking her back to the ground as Leopold punched him in the face.

"What's little 8 year old Leopold going to do? Go snitch on me?" Solid taught as he laughs and dodges the punch before swinging his own fist hitting Leopold right on his cheek as the younger boy fell on the floor across from (Your Name). The two children look at each other with sadness written in their eyes.

"That's enough!" They heard a deep voice yell from behind as 22 year old Fuegoleon was watching with furious eyes and his mana flaring, carefully he picks up (Your Name) from the ground and looks towards Solids direction.

"Go home now!" He sternly says to Solid as the boy grew in fear and ran back to the Silva estates.

Fuegoloen holds (Your Name) as she starts to cry and wipe her tears as she says "I'm sorry Lord Fuegoleon I won't play with Leo no more."

Leopold runs besides them and sits on the ground next to them feeling ashamed he couldn't protect her from Solid and he didn't try his best to prevent it from happening.

"What is your name?" Fuegoleon asks kindly as he kneed down eyes to eye with her.

"It's (Your Name)." She sniffles as Leopold takes a hold of her shaken hand.

"It's a very pretty name, don't let anyone tell you who you can be friends or not friends with. We are all the same. I am thankful you let Leopold comes home everyday safely." He tells her with a smile as she looks up to him and nods with determination.

"Leo is my best friend I would never let him get hurt!"

"And I am thankful for that. You did take on a powerful kick."

Leopold squeezes her hand as she squeezes it back.

"Let's get you home now." Fuegoleon says carrying both Leopold and her in his arms.

"Aniue! I'm 8 years old I can walk myself!" The boy pouts as his older brother drops him and continues walking with (Your Name) on his back.

Once they reached her home she gave Leo a hug and Fuegoleon a shy smile before saying a farewell.

"Leo, I'll teach you have to defend yourself. How will you be her knight if you can't even protect yourself." He lectures as Leopold looks down ashamed, he kicks the ground and clench his fist with frustration. "Imagine if your sister was here."

"How do you know about that?" Leopold grimly says playing with his feet avoiding eye contact from his older brother.

"Don't think I don't know where you run off to everyday." Fuegoleon scolds as they walked back home together.

Now 8 years later Leopold was becoming a grown man and learning his full potential. He hadn't seen (Your Name) in a few years since she moved to the country side. He achieved so much after the fight with the elves and preparing for the fight with Spade Kingdom he was proud to say he was 100x stronger than he was years ago.

There were times he missed her dearly, someone he could run to and talk to about his royal problems or how training went but she was gone and all those feelings were kept hidden in his heart.

Although he was a happy kid he did have times where he fell into the dark. Like sometimes being the shadows of both his siblings.

"I miss her." He says sitting on the open field where they use to play, starring into the scenery and slightly cringing at himself. They were both children with imaginations never did he think he would ever be anyone's Knight but he was thankful it was to (Your Name).

Knitting his brows he wondered if she was doing alright, he remembered a time where he ate dinner at her house. Her parents were poor and they ate soups most night but he never had ill thoughts towards there life style.

Leopold remembers his younger self sitting next to (Your Name) as they ate potato soup and bread. The last of the bread her family could get. They offered him the biggest piece but he refused and let them have all the pieces. He finally realized how good of a life he was born into. As he drank the soup he remembers a feeling of warmth go down his stomach.

He realizes it was made with hard work and dedication, her family poured their heart and soul to support a roof on their heads. That night before he left home he hugged her tightly for a few moments longer as she questioned what was wrong with him. "I promise you won't have to suffer when we get older." he says seriously to her as she just laugh.

"Don't worry Leo, we were just born into different classes, some people have it worse than me."

Leopold smiles to himself as he made that silly promise that he wish to make come true, maybe in another lifetime it was worth trying. He couldn't even find out where she was at now.

"Leo let's go." Fuegoleon says from behind the younger boy, recently he would find him at the field whenever he had bad days or if he wanted to get out of the city. Fuegoleon wouldn't say much but take him home every night.

(Your Name) had returned to Clover Kingdom after a few years away, her parents making enough from farming to move back to the city. The place was still the same, nothing changed much besides some rebuilding from the damage that the elves had left behind.

"I wonder if I can see Leopold again?" She wondered looking at the capitol before going back into her family business.

"Why don't you go visit him?" Her mother said to her that night as she got ready for bed but she shook her head and remembered the brief memory of solid telling her they don't belong together.

"We are on a different level with royals, I was just a kid."

"Still, you guys were inseparable."

Walking into her bedroom she closed it slightly and laid in bed. Would Leopold still be the same boy he was years ago. People change and out grow sometimes. For all she knew he could have turned out snobby but that was not likely.

One early morning Leopold ran after a thief that he caught early as he was heading towards the fields. "Stop right there!" He yelled chasing the hooded figure as civilians were pushed onto the ground and caused a commotion around the city.

(Your Name) turned her head to find the hooded figure running towards her and the basket of bakery goods fell on the floor as she gasp and tried to get out of the grasp of the thief. "Let me go!" She shouted as she was lifted into the air with a rope around her neck.

"Let her go!" Leopold shouts from below with his fire spilling out of his hands, his face filled with anger.

"Leopold!" She yelled surprised to see him. He was tall, his hair more spiked and his tooth was growing out.

"(Your Name)?" He says confused, he didn't recognize her. She was a women now. "How many years has it been?"

The thief pulled the rope around her neck as she tried to get out of the grasp only to be dragged around as it choked her. "Help her!" Someone yelled from behind Leopold as he froze in place.

He trained for this, he had to show her how much of a man he became. He wasn't the little boy back then that couldn't fight back. Her cough echoed in his ears as tears fell from her face from not getting enough oxygen. "Fuck it."

Charging towards the hooded thief he threw a row of swirling fire as it went down a few yards and the place was fired up to where everyone had to evacuate.

The ropes burned off her neck as he grabbed her hand to safely. Only to grab the hooded figure and punched him onto the floor. Sitting over the thief he punched him one after another till his knuckle was bloody and bruised.

"Leopold stop! Your going to kill him!" (Your Name) echoed, pleading him to stop.

Focused on punishing the thief he was blacked out but was awake in his own world.

"You tried to kill (Your Name)."

"This thief tried to kill her."

"He tried to take her away!"

The thief was on the floor not moving as she touched his hand only to flinch back. Leopold body was burning with heat. He was angry. His eyes had murder written on them as she pulled his body back not caring how hot it was burning her.

"Leo!" She screamed as he looked back up to her.

"(Your Name)?" He says as she looked down at him with fear, glancing at the man on the floor not responding he lifted his fists to see them marked with red and purple.

"Stop, that's enough." She tells him as he looks around them. The place was covered in smoke and ashes. "You saved me it's enough."

Embarrassed he couldn't control his anger he yelled into his hands as she led him back to her place a few streets down.

After he settled down a bit, Leopold couldn't look into her eyes. "You must think lowly of me." He says with a whisper as she shakes her head. "No I don't, it's just scary how violent you got."

"It's only cause he was going to kill you! I had to protect you! Don't you know how it works here! The weak die unless they are strong enough and I wasn't going to lose you again!" He yelled as her eyes widen, Leopold had never yelled at her before.

(Your Name) had to understand they were older now, they weren't kids in a daydream anymore.

"I'm sorry." She says as he felt his stomach drop. Walking towards her he pulls her into a hug and dropped his head on her shoulder.

"I can't lose you again. You don't know what it's like to be the shadow of both my sibling and carrying the burden of the Crimson Lions when my brother was in a coma and when I had to fight the elves and train for the upcoming war with the Spade kingdom, it's just so much going on. I didn't have anyone to tell or go to."

(Your Name) wrapped her arms around his body and embraced him lovingly. He had grown up so much over the years she couldn't believe it.

"Leopold, I'm not scared of you, just shocked. I know you would never hurt anyone with out a reason. And I'm here now. I'm not leaving again." She rubbed his back as he hid his face by her neck. Like a baby cub he was yearning for warmth with the only place he found comfort. In her company.

"I'm no princess but I'm glad my knight showed up." She chuckled as he slightly smiled and embraced her tighter.

"I'll always be your knight and shining armor." Leopold says with a smile on his face.

(Author note: Leopold looks so good with the skip time! My baby ;-;)

#black clover #black clover oneshots #black clover x reader #black clover oneshot #black clover images #black clover image #black clover leopold #leopold vermillion #black clover fuegoleon #fuegoleon vermillion #yuki tabata

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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For the prompt fill, number 3 for Indruck seems pretty fitting!

Here you go! Prompt 3 was “sweet” , Indrid’s design is based on a barracuda and I went with SFW on this one.

“Duck, can you do me a favor when you lock up?” Leo dumps orange taffy into a glass jar.

“Sure, what d’you need?”

“Got some locks for the garbage cans; put ‘em on after you set the alarm out back. Somethin’s been getting into our trash every damn night for the last week. It makes a god-awful mess and I’m worried we’re gonna get a fine for littering.”

Duck nods, turns his attention back to the flock of tourists approaching the window. The afternoon is swallowed up in a pit of sugar-sticky air and blasts of welcome cold from the freezer. There are worse places for a summer job than Tarkesian’s Sweets--he’s right by the water, can watch the wildlife on his lunch break, and Leo is low-maintenance boss--but after eight hours on his feet getting splashed with soda or burned on the popcorn machine, he’s ready to head home. The trash locks have other ideas.

It takes ten minutes of cursing and fumbling to get the first bin secured. He doesn’t even know how the damn things are getting overturned; they seem too heavy for a raccoon or seagull to knock to the ground.

A tiny splash behind him, probably a fish jumping.

Then a crooked, shiny pole slowly enters his periphery. In dim yellow of the streetlight, he can tell the end of it is curved. It pokes inelegantly at the wall, then the locked can, then the wall once again, and then Duck’s leg.

The hook pulls back, pauses, then pokes him again.

“The fuck?” He grabs it when it goes for another jab, pulls up only for his arms to be wrenched towards the water. Not to be outdone, he tugs harder. His opponent retaliates with enough force that he almost tumbles off the pier. He growls, braces his foot on the railing, and hauls the hook and its owner up onto worn wood with him.

It’s a guy about his age, angular face framed by a mess of silver hair and pierced ears. Figures it’s some sort of artsy punk swimming around poking people in the leg. That explains why he’s shirtless too.

It does not, however, explain why he has a tail.

“Rude.” The guy sits up on his hands, silver and black tail flicking droplets of saltwater everywhere, “I don’t go around stopping you from eating.”

“Look man, I just wanted you to stop jabbin me and knockin the trash over.” Maybe if he doesn’t mention the tail it will go away.

“How else am I supposed to get at those odd, pulpy tubs full of ‘cookies and cream’ or ‘bubblegum’?”

“The fuck--wait, you were tryin’ to get the ice cream containers out of the trash?”

“Yes? I also want more of the caramel apples” he pronounces the last word “applees” causing Duck to giggle in spite of himself.

“Look, I have to piece words together from the signs on your store. And you obviously know what I meant or you would not be laughing, so do you have any in the cans or not?”

“Nope” Duck gets his laughter under control, “sold out of caramel apples today.”

“Drat” the visitor starts scooting across the pier towards the unlocked trashcan, “I’ll see what else I can find.”

“Wait don’t fuckin knock that over, Leo’ll be pissed at me if he comes back to a mess, and I don’t feel like pickin up trash because you want a snack!”

“But I’m starving!” The merman, because at this point there’s no way he can deny that’s what’s been rooting through the garbage, whacks at Duck with his tail.

“I know for a damn fact there’s food down there.” He points at the bay.

“Only if you can catch it, and only if it is not in another mer’s territory. Which much of this area is; I am new here, young, and thus have no claim to any patch of sea.”

“You ain’t got any family?” Something pings in his chest. It’s the part of his heart that made him pick out the runt of litter when his mom let him get a cat on his thirteenth birthday, that means he always splits his lunch with Juno because she’s running track and needs it more than he does, that makes him tear up when he thinks about everything a sapling has to survive to become a tree.

“Merfolk leave home at sixteen.” The merman shrugs.

Duck sighs, grabbing his keys, “If I bring you somethin to eat, will you leave the trash alone?”

“Yes.”

He shuts off the alarm, grabs a cone and fills it with bright blue ice cream. The merman is back in the water when he returns, arms resting on the pier.

“Oooh, my favorite!” He takes the ice cream, biting huge chunks out of it as Duck re-arms the door.

Crunch

“...The container is edible!!”

He sits next to the merman’s arms, “Guess you wouldn’t have had an ice cream cone before, huh.”

“No, but it is lovely. I wish humans threw these away more often.” He polishes off the treat, licks his fingers clean with moans Duck hears in his dreams later, and smiles, “thank you for the meal. Goodnight.”

There’s a final flash of silvery tail, and then Duck’s alone in the breezy night air.

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“That’s a sandwich, correct?”

“AHfuck” Duck knocks over his water bottle in surprise. He’s eating behind the candy store like usual and not expecting an aquatic dining companion.

“Apologies. I have seen you eating here before and thought you may like some company.” He sets a sea urchin on the ground and proceeds to bang on it with a rock.

“Found some lunch?”

“I followed some otters; I was mainly trying to draw them, but they led me to a kelp bed no one else was in.”

“...Wait how do you draw underwater?”

“Let me finish cracking this open and I will show you.”

Duck spends the rest of his lunch break on his belly, the merman showing him a sketchbook and enchanted pen that conjures whatever colors the illustrator envisions. The mer is genuinely excited to talk to him. He assumes the nuzzling is due to him smelling like cotton candy; he doesn’t mind, the mer’s skin is cool and he makes cute little noises whenever he touches Duck.

Before the stands, Duck asks, “You got a name?”

“Indrid.”

“Duck.”

Indrid’s eyes flick to the nearby estuary.

“Yeah, like the bird. It’s a nickname.”

“I like it.” Indrid smiles, dives, and flaps his tail once in farewell.

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“Cutting school again?” Indrid’s voice bubbles up by his feet.

“Yep.” Duck watches the spring clouds roll by from his favorite spot on the beach. It’s secluded and far from town, meaning no one will give him shit for skipping class and nobody will see Indrid.

He worked at Leo’s until this past summer, only quitting at the start of his senior year of high school when Indrid pointed out that much of Kepler was surrounded by water and that, if Duck wanted to see him, he did not have to keep working at the candy store in order to do so.

“Not that I mind the free food.” Indrid winks.

“Just gonna bring you bulk ice cream from Safeway; no way am I missin out on that chirpin you do when you eat it.”

Duck slides the grocery bag towards the surf, “not like KCC is gonna rescind my offer. Ain’t a fuckin Ivy League or some shit.”

“And you will be happy there?”

“Yeah. They got a decent work-study program with the park, so I can still get a job as a ranger if I want to.”

“Oh. Good.”

Indrid sounds sad, and Duck sits up on his elbows. His friend’s torso is fully on land, his tail fidgeting in the foam.

“What’s up?

“I...Barclay told me his human is going to a school further inland, and I know there are many places you could got to learn. You...you did not choose to stay in Kepler because you feel the need to look after me, did you?”

“Course not.” Duck is sitting up now, aching to stroke Indrid’s hair, “I mean, I’m glad we’re still gonna be able to see each other, and I really hopin I can get a room near the beach so it’s easy to come talk. But this is the right choice for me; if I really want to, I can transfer to a different school in a few years, and I can learn a lot here without takin on a shit-ton of debt. Besides, ain’t like I think you’re helpless; I love bringin you stuff and rubbin your fin when it’s sore, but that’s because you’re my friend. Don’t think you’re helpless. I never have.”

“Not even when I was stealing trash?”

“Thought you were a fuckin nuisance, not helpless.” He playfully nudges his shoulder with his toes.

Indrid turns his head and nips his calf, “How’s that for a nuisance?”

“Not much, felt kinda nice. Uh, I mean, uh, fuck, so, where’d that worry about my stayin come from?”

The mer crawls and wiggles until they’re shoulder to shoulder, “I think my future sight is finally developing; my fathers arrived around the time he turned eighteen, so it makes sense mine would arrive at a similar point. The trouble is, I am having a hard time telling the futures from my own imaginings and worries.”

“That fuckin sucks.”

“I’ll manage. All seers struggle at the beginning. I just wish I was quicker at learning whether certain timelines are really more likely or if they are just ones that I want to be likely.”

“Like what?”

Indrid glances at him, opens his mouth, then shuts it and faces the sea.

Duck smirks, “‘Drid, there somethin you wanna ask me?”

“No. Yes. Maybe? I, I just don’t want to pressure youOOOHhhh that’s not fair” he flops on his back with a groan as Duck scritches his upper tail, “you know I’ll do anything when you touch me like this.”

“Damn right I do. And what I want is for you to tell me the truth.”

Indrid whines, covers his face with his hands.

“Do it or I’ll stop.”

“Rude” Indrid lowers his hands enough that his red eyes peer over the top, “is that any way to treat a mer who wants to kiss you?”

Duck gives his answer by pouncing on his friend, pinning narrow shoulders into the sand as he devours his mouth in kisses.

“You like that treatment better?”

“Goodness, yes.” Indrid pulls him back down, slipping his tongue between his lips and nibbling his neck when he finally stops to breathe. Then his hand flails sideways, grabbing the plastic bag and chucking it further up the beach.

“The, the tide is coming in and I, ah, foresee us working up quite the appetite.” He tugs Duck’s collar down with his teeth, nuzzling and licking across his skin with little hums of pleasure, “so I want to save those for afterwards. Who knows” he grins, “maybe we’ll need energy for round two as well.”

Duck cups his cheek, inhales the scent of the sea and the sight of his future, “I like the way you think, sweet thing.”

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