𝒜𝒦𝒜𝒟𝐸𝑀𝐼𝒴𝒜 𝒫𝒰𝐵𝐿𝐼𝒞 𝑀𝐸𝒮𝒮𝒜𝒢𝐸 𝐵𝒪𝒜𝑅𝒟
𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒: URGENT NOTICE! is there any way to contact the scribe outside of his office hours? these ordinances have been decreed for immediate legislation by the grand sage and they aren't going to write themselves!
𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒: he’s rarely present even during the work day, and now you expect to reach him outside of it? good luck.
𝓪: i take it you haven’t seen the notice posted outside my office. from tomorrow onwards, i’ll be away on marriage leave for the next two weeks. please leave all relevant files with my secretary, and i’ll review them upon my return.
𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒: what?! marriage leave?! for you, of all people?? who in their right mind would…
𝓬: me!! i, in my right mind would... don’t be so rude!! >:(
this is what the world calls 𝓗𝓐𝓘𝓒𝓞 . . .
. . . the most sugar-hearted love to ever .ᐟ
𝜗𝜚 — he is her moonflower, her heaven on earth, her sweetest sound of reason && she is his bambi, his little angel, the sunspot in the corner of his mind. more often than not, it's verbalised as:
“ i missed you a whole bunch today, haithie. ” ノ “ yeah? you say that every day, sweetheart. ”
“baby, can you pretty please pass me a mug? ” ノ “ didn't i tell you to not call me that? don't forget that you're the one who's my baby. ”
𝜗𝜚 — the ingredients of their love concocted into a potion . . . chai and oud, white chocolate and cinnamon, kisses that melt like butter on bread, little love notes scribbled in the margins of his tomes, snoozing together under sun - warmed sheets, fairytales and innocent whimsies, tender caresses and longing glances that speak the sweetest of confessions in its silence, her attached to his hip like honey clinging to fingertips, a moth to a bedside lamp. the whirling ways of stars that pass in eyes, the most profound feeling of peace he's ever known in her smile.
for her . . . ◝♪ 𝓫𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𓂃 ♬ laufey
“ you're not even gone, i already miss you. what's going on? i've never been through this all-consuming, fire fuming, cursing at the moon and losing. ”
for him . . . ◝♪ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𓂃 ♬ MINNIE
“ don't pretend like you don't know, i know how you feel. don't pretend, you know it's love. you're so shy, you're too shy, let's not waste any more time. ”
for them . . . ◝♪ 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓪𝓴𝓲 𝓯𝓾𝔂𝓾 𓂃 ♬ ichiko aoba
“ all the days and months to come shall exist as offerings to you. ”
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2. Revenge - TMNT 2012
Raphael gets revenge for a fallen brother.
Raph stands over Leo's fallen form, heartbreak and fear in his eyes, and Leo almost gives up right then. But Raph steels himself just as fast. He turns to their enemy, fists clenched, the picture of righteous fury. He has always been their protector.
And with every ounce of force in his body, he boldly declares, "Don't worry, Leo! I'll revenge you!"
Leo really tries not to giggle with Mikey at that for the sake of the game and the fierce little five-year-old holding fast above him.
Predictably, Donnie's head pops up from behind the couch cushion barricade. "Actually, Fai, it's avenge—or, wait. Maybe both are right? You'd usually say—"
His impromptu grammar lesson cuts to a screech when he gets a face full of little turtle. The two of them tumble into a tight ball, Raph struggling with all his might and Donnie striking that careful balance between fight and play they've all had to learn the last few days to protect a brother much smaller than usual.
Leo rolls onto his plastron, pillow-induced death forgotten, to keep an eye on them. Raph's always been pretty rough and tumble, and even at 5, they could take some good hits in a spar. But it's still a little scary to wrestle with him when he's this small, to check their strength, to remember that your partner doesn't remember all the steps to your lethal dance.
Game forgotten, Mikey romps off to help Sensei carry in the tea and snacks Raph had adorably insisted on before his afternoon nap today.
"Man, Sensei, were we really this much work as kids?"
Leo rolls his eyes fondly at Mikey's moaning. All he'd done was crouch behind couch cushions. Meanwhile, Leo and Raph had fought for their lives to overtake Donnie's masterfully built pillow fort. Leo fought with honor and fell valiantly, thank you very much.
Splinter hums thoughtfully, "Yes. And no."
Mikey groans again, more playfully this time.
Leo can picture the twinkle in their father's eyes. Raph is laughing so hard he can't possibly be breathing, so Donnie's hands cease their tickle assault to hover anxiously over him.
"The four of you were certainly a lot to handle," he hears Sensei continue, "But you could usually be counted upon to care for and entertain each other."
Leo looks over just in time to catch Mikey's broad grin.
Splinter beckons Leo, and Donnie's not far behind, lugging an enshelled Raph.
"He's alright," Donnie preempts, "Just hiding from the nefarious tickle monster." Echoey giggles emerge from the little shell in agreement.
Leo basks in the comfort of taking tea with his family, of Donnie and Mikey doting on their little big brother, of Sensei watching over them with fondness and pride. They all try not to laugh at Splinter's disgruntled expression when Raph dunks his animal crackers into his teacup, suppressed snickers turning to full-bodied laughter at Raph's sly grin.
Then Mikey announces nap time, and Leo can't help the feeling that something important is slipping away from him. Raph lifts his arms sweetly, all sleepy and sated, to be bundled and whisked away. He calls I love yous and good nights over Mikey's shoulder.
Leo's heart hasn't stopped clenching since Donnie's panicked shout drew them all to the lab and revealed his much-shrunk brother, but it twists painfully again when he returns that call.
A furred claw settles on his shoulder. "Something troubles you, my son?"
"He's just," and Leo's not even sure he can put it into words, "so much more, Sensei."
And he doesn't mean it like Mikey did. Sure, the little guy needs a lot of care and attention, but Leo could never be frustrated about that. All he ever wants is to care for and attend to his brothers, and that Raph isn't pushing him away out of some sense of teenage pride fills him with warmth and sweetness.
What he really means to ask is, where did it all go?
Where did this happy little turtle go? The one who had bouts of hot anger but could be soothed with hugs and kisses. Who cried fat tears when he thought he'd hurt his brothers even accidentally. Who shrieked with joy at the sight of a beloved toy, or movie, or treat. Who said I love you as easy as breathing. Who felt so much so loudly and so brightly.
Sensei nods sagely. "Raphael has always been a sensitive child with large emotions. He has better control of them at your age." But Donnie's looking right at Leo, something fragile in his eyes. Guilt, probably, and understanding.
And Leo wonders sometimes after things go back to normal. When Raph is big again and still himself, always himself, but closed off in his anger, quieter in his fear and sadness and guilt, secret in his joy and love like they're a weakness and not the strongest parts of him. He wonders if maybe there's a part of Raph who still just wants to be hugged and held and loved when his emotions get too big for his body.
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