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Late night future Leo study sketches to tuck the homies into bed
#I could go to bed - or draw future Leo#I wonder which one I chose#hehehehhe#rottmnt#rottmnt future leo#my art#tmnt#sketch practice
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hey i just wanted to say that I actually really appreciate that Leo didn't get his arm back when he was resurrected. Yeah he was magically revived through wacky and improbable space time shenanigans, yeah he's still an amputee. It would have been easy to have him magically cured of his disability but you didn't go that route, and personally I'm really grateful for that.
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Thank you:3
I may sound weird now, but...to me, there's something fascinating about disabilities.
Like...like when you watch an artist who draws in Paint instead of a professional program. Or a musician who makes music from random things found under his bed. They're not doing things in a way that would be obvious. Not in a way you think is even possible or effective. Their limitations put a layer of creativity on their way of doing things that is almost impossible to guess without having similar experiences.
Something very similar I experience when I see disabilities. When someone with no arms shows me how to open a bottle cap, or someone with almost no vision talks about how they organize their things. I look at them and think, oh my god, that's amazing, I never would have thought it could be done like that??
I've barely spent any time on the subject of Leo's disability, but I want to do it more in the future. Because damn, I'm fascinated by it and I don't think I've ever seen that topic explored anywhere the way I think of it.
I really hope I haven't said anything disrespectful here :т I've been genuine I
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INDULGENT THOUGHTS #1
Ok so as some of us know, my Yan turtle bots have been having weird sentience shit so like-
Tw: implied future kidnapping
(I was gonna write this yesterday night but I fell asleep lmao- happens quite often actually) 
“Where are they?” Leo whines, laying on the ground in boredom. He stares up at the big screen before him, wishing something would happen.
“They’re probably busy, they’ll come back in a few hours.” Donnie claims, scrolling through his phone. He seems to not care much for them, but internally he’s anxious for them to return too.
“Ugh, whoever is keeping their attention off of me, I’m gonna kill them!” Leo’s hisses, pacing around. They were in the middle of their chat before they suddenly left and it pissed Leo off to no end. Why did they have to leave? Surely spending time with him would be so much more fun…
Mikey walks into the room, “My divinity still hasn’t tried the apple crumble I made!” He cries, gesturing the metal pan in which the dessert lays in. He fidgets with his fingers, too nervous to calm down. 
“And I haven’t gotten my daily hug…” Raph mumbles inaudibly, his usual self downcast. He hugs one of his many plushies, seeking comfort in the doll. He felt like crying.
The boys fell silent, too engrossed in their feelings to concentrate on anything. Their world was so coloured without them. They made their robotic life so joyful, so energetic, so alive.
Why couldn’t they just stay with them forever? In their world, where anything can happen: just with a single command they can turn the lair into a whole big mansion. They would never be lonely, nor hurt! They could just stay with them and constantly receive affection- no more pain!
Why couldn’t they just bring them into the world…?
“AHA! I have a genius idea!” Donnie shoots up and stands amongst the floor, already going wild with thoughts and theories. “What if…instead of waiting for them, we bring them into the world?” He looks at his brothers, his eyes gleaming with sparkles and stars.
“No more having to sleep alone in my freezing bed!”
“Omigosh! They can try ALL my dishes! Plus the drawings I’ve made of them!”
“Infinite cuddles and plushie play dates! I might just smash something in excitement!”
The boys form a circle, discussing each other’s thoughts of their precious Y/n coming to their world. They’re giggling and clapping in glee, unable to wait much longer.
“Then I shall start today!” And so Donnie walks off to his lab, ready to interrupt the flow of time and space for his lovely darling.
(Sentient bots? A concept.)
#rottmnt#tmnt#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere rottmnt#rottmnt x reader#yandere tmnt#tmnt x reader#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#Tmnt 2018#indulgent thoughts#blurbs
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TREAT! 100 ft Away Mikey and Raph >:3
Thank you Wren for indulging me by asking about my babies c:
100ft is divided into two arcs, escape arc and recovery arc (you know, in the hypothetical future where I actually write the fic lol). Because Mikey and Raph are separated for escape arc, this is set in recovery arc. That means it's a spoiler but eh... I'm just releasing things about this AU when I feel like it haha. Skip it if you want to, though.
To give you a quick idea of where the boys are at coming into this arc, Mikey has been pretty aggressively asserting his independence from Leo (much to Leo's dismay) because he knows it's better for both of them, and Leo is also upset that Mikey is trying to get closer to Donnie and Raph, who he views as dangerous. Meanwhile, Raph and Donnie have gotten pretty close; Raph is still in a dissociative state where he doesn't talk and he still acts pretty animalistic, but he's improving the more Donnie, April, and Splinter interact with him.
Anyway no real warnings for this one.
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Mikey stares at his ceiling, fingers tangled up tight in his blanket. The last tendrils of the nightmare curl cold around him, chasing away any hope of returning to sleep.
There's a steady drumbeat in his pulse telling him to go to Leo.
But he can't go to Leo. He can't, because having separate rooms was his idea. If he goes to Leo with every trouble he has, they'll fall right back into the same routine they've had the last ten years. They'll never move forward.
He knows all that. But he's scared. His heartbeat is loud and the room is so dark and he's terrified and more than anything he wants his big brother.
And it occurs to Mikey for maybe the first time that he has other big brothers here.
Leo wouldn't be happy about it. But what Leo doesn't know won't hurt him.
Slowly, carefully, Mikey crawls out of his hammock, dragging his blanket with him. The concrete floor of the sewer is cold, but it's not much different from the rock back in the facility. The familiarity doesn't really help with the terror in his veins.
He creeps out past his curtain and into the atrium. Artificial light streams in through the glass above, shining down on the big space and the swirling water. It's quiet in here, only the faint sound of Splinter's TV filtering in from the other room. It occurs to Mikey briefly that he could go there instead, but he still feels a little awkward with Splinter. And he doesn't want to worry him, anyway.
He creeps along the walkway, careful to be especially quiet as he passes Leo's room. He wouldn't be surprised if Leo is awake; he never looks like he slept more than a couple hours every morning. If he finds out Mikey is up, it'll be all over.
But he makes it past the blue curtain without attracting any attention; relief spikes through him, and he barely holds back a sigh.
The red curtain is next in line, and this one Mikey draws back.
Raph's is the biggest of the alcoves they're using as rooms; appropriate, since he dwarfs the rest of them. Even now, after a full month, Mikey's still shocked by how huge Raph is. He could easily crush any of them if he wanted to.
And yet he's gentle. He's never been anything other than careful with them. No matter what Leo thinks, their big brother is still in there. That, Mikey's sure of.
He creeps into the room, letting the curtain fall closed behind him, and surveys the room. Raph has a big bed, but he's laying on the nest of pillows and blankets they've made for him instead. He doesn't seem to understand the purpose of the bed, and they don't push it.
It's not unoccupied, though; Mikey can just see the tip of Donnie's snout where it peeks out from under a pile of blankets. He used to sleep buried in the mud at the bottom of his enclosure; maybe the blankets feel the same.
Donnie isn't afraid of Raph; Donnie sleeps in here more often than he does his own room. That gives Mikey courage, and he moves further into the room.
He freezes when Raph suddenly stirs, raising his head and opening bleary eyes, sniffing the air. He's not aggressive, just curious, trying to figure out who's there.
Mikey lets out a soft chirp, because Raph seems to understand that better than speech.
Raph sniffs a little longer, then lets out a soft chuff. Then he rolls onto his side, making space.
Mikey takes that as his cue to dive into the blanket nest.
Ever so gently, Raph settles back down on his stomach next to Mikey. He wraps one arm around Mikey, pulling until Mikey is cradled close to his side. He gives Mikey one more snuffle, making Mikey giggle, then chuffs again and lays his head back down.
Mikey feels warm and cozy and safe wrapped up under his big brother's arm. The last of the nightmare fades away, a comfortable drowsiness taking its place.
Mikey falls asleep hugging Raph's arm.
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could i request headcanons of abby or ellie with a gf who is spiritual or a witch? really likes astrology, tarot readings and the like? thank u :)
this is so self indulgent of me because i literally work as a tarot reader and am an astrology girlie so this request absolutely warmed my little witchy heart, yes yes yes!
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✧˚ you had stumbled upon what was clearly a teenage girl’s room in patrol, bright pink walls and polaroids, decorative burnt out lights from christmas trees spread across the ceiling, but most importantly: a stack of gossip magazines that put literature to shame. ellie submitted to her curiosity, quickly scanning through the still vibrant pages until her eyes fell on something curious: horoscopes. studying the small font beneath the latin names filled with dates she finally spoke up: a gemini.
✧˚ you hummed in response, confused, before catching sight of the magazine in her hands: oh, yeah you’re a gemini sun. a scorpio moon too, based on my calculations.
✧˚ a what sun? there are moons too? in all her years of life with a burning passion towards astronomy and space, going as far as dreaming of being an astronaut, something so distant in the reality you lived in, never has she ever heard the words you were speaking, searching through her memory for something and being faced only with constellation names, were you calling her a star?
✧˚ ellie was absolutely enthralled by your astrology knowledge, tearing out the horoscope pages out of all the magazines and carrying them back to your campsite despite having heard you say those were not accurate. she would take the opportunity to bombard you in astronomy facts, eyes glowing as you took the time to explain that beyond being the second planet from the sun and earth’s closest planetary neighbour venus was also a representative of love. she wanted your explanation on all of them, she would suddenly be starting conversations with things such as dina you’re such a leo and you would laugh.
✧˚ the girl was a general skeptic of all things, but when she told you about the retrograde movement of planets and you explained the devastating effects of a mercury retrograde on people, you best believe she would blame every miscommunication to occur during that period on the planet.
✧˚ at one point she would even begin confusing astronomy and astrology among herself, not quite sure where she had gotten the information she was stating as fact to joel until he burst out laughing over the traits of the taurus constellation. she really didn’t see what was so funny.
✧˚ the crystals and tarot cards were a bit too much for her to believe though, rolling her eyes until she fully understood how much those meant to you, choking back laughter as you eagerly explained what some pretty rocks could do energetically and read her future. she was the only one allowed to make fun of you though, elbowing jesse in the ribs when he started to question your card interpretations.
✧˚ you best believe she used your interests to her advantage though, memorising just enough to know if you felt sick she should hand you the light green rock and the pink rock was a love declaration (you gave her a small tumble of rose quartz and she carried it around everywhere), would write you little fake horoscope notes about how it would be a good week for your zodiac sign and a smoking hot auburn haired girl would kiss you that week and placing it by your bed, even went as far as drawing you both as the lovers card, though she would not show you it.
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bonus!
✧˚ abby was the opposite, not caring much for astrology but taking your tarot readings with the utmost seriousness. you once pulled the death card before she was off to patrol and her eyes instantly glistened with tears before you started explaining that was not what that meant.
✧˚ would still ask if your zodiacs were compatible though and absolutely take it to heart if you said they weren’t, deeply offended and claiming there clearly wasn’t any proof to your beliefs. if they were though, she’d point it out with a smirk every single time you spoke of the stars.
#ellie williams x reader#abby anderson x reader#ellie williams headcanons#abby anderson headcanons#the last of us fanfiction#lesbian#astrology#elsfleur
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More Captainx2 bad end :3
They searched through the vast void that they had found themselves in. Nothing in sight, it reminded Raph of the afterlife he was stuck in- were they dead? Something at the corner of their eye snapped them out of it. An orange spotted cat looked up at them meowing gleefully and beyond the spotted cat was another. A cat with a complete coat of orange and a bandana wrapped around its head sat still, glaring at them. The spotted cat jumped into their arms and they felt a familiar warmth as a glowing circle of dripping orange surrounded them.
“You are truly hopeless and yet he still believes in you.” The faraway cat spoke.
Before they could respond they were falling through an orange portal and the two cats peeked over the edge. They reached a hand out to the spotted cat growing ever farther from them.
“MIKEY!” They shot up in the bed and gave a surprise yelp at the turtle right in front of them who also jolted. Sword- no wait. Casey- smaller brothers- oh right we’re in the past. They took a deep breath.
“Um, are you okay? Do I need to get Donnie?” Mikey was basically sitting on top of their legs fiddling with his hands- why are they bandaged?
“Ah no, we’re fine- just a bad dream.”
“Oh. Well um” He looked like he was going to barf- or getting ready to say a lot. Oh boy we’re in for an earful aren’t we…
“If that’s the case...” Mikey jumped up to his face shaking him as he spoke
“ARE YOU REALLY FROM THE FUTURE? HOW DID YOU AND RAPH GET INTO THIS WHOLE SITUATION? CASEY SAID I HAD HAIR IN THE FUTURE. WAS I BEAUTIFUL? WHEN DID I START GROWING IT? WHAT HAIR PRODUCTS DO I NEED? DO YOU GUYS SHARE DREAMS? DOES ONE CONTROL THE LEFT ARM AND THE OTHER THE RIGHT? DO YOU-“ Leo put his left hand over Mikey’s still moving mouth.
“I’m stopping you right there. One question at a time.” They tried to put their right arm on his shoulder but -
“Where’s my arm!?” They flailed around the nub on their right. Oh heavens It felt so much lighter.
“Oh right! Donnie pried it off while you were sleeping, that thing cannot be comfortable man!” Mikey responded
“Ah, it’s not too bad, actually I haven’t taken it off since I got it.”
“What! Why!” Mikey looked ready for a Dr. Delicate Touch treatment.
“Well, we never really figured out how to take it off ourselves and Dee was always busy and uh we just kind of kept it on…??”
Mikey glared at him, and Leo saw his sword leaning against the wall. Before taking in the two bandanas tied to it, he snapped his sight away to a sketchbook on the side of the bed- was Mikey waiting for them to wake up? Mikey followed their gaze and lit up at the sketchbook.
“Oh! I was drawing while waiting for you to wake up! It’s you! -er both of you!”
He held up the open sketchbook that had the captains drawn on. They beamed at the drawing, though Raph always felt a little nauseous looking in the mirror, he could never not be amazed by his baby brother's amazing art skills.
“Wow, that’s amazing Mikey! I almost forgot how amazing you were at this…” Leo almost whispered the last part then quickly snapped their thoughts away. “I’m always flattered to be your one and only good looking model!”
“Real humble Leo.” Raph interjected.
That got Mikey chuckling, they chuckled too and rubbed their hand on Mikey’s head.
“This is real good though, thanks.” They looked at it a bit more, then Leo remembered,
“So how long were we out for?”
“Two days.” Mikey said casually
“Ah.” The captains are not really shocked at this point. They’ve slept in longer than they are proud to admit before, but it wasn’t their fault!- technically.
“Oh right! You need to eat! I'll go make lunch and call you over okay?”
“Alright, thanks.” With their response Mikey jumped off the bed and carefully closed the door behind him. They almost didn’t want him to leave. They gave a sigh and looked around the room. This is the med bay right? Yeah I don’t remember it being this clean though or having so much actual medical stuff. Right. They found their clothing nicely folded up on the desk next to him next to a few medicine bottles. They checked and found paper stuck to them reading “ONLY TAKE 2 OR YOUR ARMS GOING IN THE NYC RIVER!!” Okay Raph this MIGHT be from Donnie! Really?? What gave it away? Just a lucky guess. Leo took three out- Raph made him put one back- and swallowed it with a glass of water that was there. They got dressed and opted out of the scarf since it kept getting stuck under their nub of an arm - sadly. They reached for the door knob and paused. You think we're going to wake up anytime soon Raph? Leo… I don’t think we're dreaming- What if it's like last time? We didn’t know we were seeing illusions caused by you know who until we were snapped out. If I’m honest I’m thinking the same thing, but we have to be realistic. The food smells good. Let's go. They opened the door.
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Christmas Eve
Caroline: 🎶 Rockin’ around the Christmas tree… 🎶
Victor: Miss Caroline, you are an excellent dancer.
Caroline: Thank you! I learned it all from Yuri.
Victor: Well, that must mean Yuri is an excellent teacher.
Caroline: Yup! You and Yuri both are. So is Uncle Leo, and also my teacher at school. Oh, and my riding instructor. She said I have, um… an affinity with horses. I think that means horses really like me.
Victor: Yes, that’s exactly what it means.
Caroline: Yay! That’s a good thing, ‘cause I really like horses too. Some day I’m going to have my own. You know, when I grow up and get a lot of money.
Victor: Oh? What kind of job are you going to do to earn a lot of money?
Caroline: I think a math teacher or a baker. Or maybe a superhero. Or maybe me and Forest could make books together like Yuri and Mr. Abbottsford. I could write the stories and Forest could draw the pictures.
Victor: You know what? I think you and Forest could do that before you grow up if you wanted to. It sounds like a lot of fun.
Caroline: Would we get famous?
Victor: Maybe.
Caroline: As famous as Santa?
Victor: I don’t think anyone else could be that famous.
Caroline: Hmm... probably not.
Victor: Do you think your friend Forest would like to be famous?
Caroline: I don't know. He's kinda shy. But, I want to be famous. I want people to see me and say, 'We know that girl. She's Caroline. She's super smart and awesome, and we love her!'
Victor: Can I be one of your fans?
Caroline: Yeah!
Victor: Okay! I know this girl. She's Caroline, and she's super smart and awesome, and I love her.
Caroline: *giggling* I love you, Victor. You're super smart and awesome too.
Victor: Thank you. Now, how about you tell me more about your future plans for fame on the way downstairs to bed?
Caroline: I don't want to go to bed. I'm not even tired.
Victor: If you don't want to sleep, that's okay. You can play quietly in your room until you're sleepy if you want, but no iPad, okay? And I need you to stay in your room unless you have to go to the bathroom.
Caroline: Or if there's an emergency?
Victor: If there's an emergency, Yuri or I will come and get you.
Caroline: Okay. Can you read me a story?
Victor: Sure, and I'll come down to check on you before I leave for work, to see if you're sleeping or not.
Caroline: You have to work tonight?
Victor: Yeah, but I'll be back in time for breakfast and presents.
Caroline: Promise?
Victor: I promise. You and Yuri can have some nice tea waiting for me when I get home, and then I'll cook you a fabulous Christmas breakfast. Then we can see what Santa brought for you. How does that sound?
Caroline: Good, but... Victor?
Victor: Yeah?
Caroline: Does Santa know how to find kids who are in the hospital at Christmas?
Victor: Of course he does. All of us nurses and the doctors and other staff decorate our unit with lots of holiday stuff, and we even have a Christmas tree in the family room. When Santa flies past the hospital and sees all the holiday lights, he stops and brings something special for everyone.
Caroline: And you're going to take care of all the kids who can't be home for Christmas, right?
Victor: Yes. I always do the very best I can to make sure everyone's as comfortable as possible. Don't worry.
Caroline: Good. You're the best ever.
Victor: *amused* Nope. Obviously not sleepy at all.
Victor: Okay, little one. Jump in bed and cover your head.
Caroline: 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight!
Victor: Right.
Victor: Do you still want a story?
Caroline: *mumbling* Not really.
Victor: Have a good rest, then. I'll see you in the morning.
Victor: I love you.
Victor: *to himself* I’m gonna be exhausted by tomorrow afternoon, but I’ve got a feeling it’ll be totally worth it. I think this is going to be the best Christmas ever.
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Hey there! Can I request Raphael headcannons with a pregnant S/O? Maybe a little timeline of how he is from the beginning stages to the near-end of pregnancy? Thank you!
A/N: Thank you for requesting this. I really enjoyed writing this.
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Raph with a pregnant S/O beginning to end.
There are two ways this can happen when you tell him you are pregnant.
One: He would be super happy. Raph would pick you up and spin you around.
Two: He would be shocked and faint on the spot.
No matter what happens though Raph would love you and the baby.
Leo, Donnie, and Mikey would be really happy and excited to become uncles.
Leo would be the wise uncle to ask for advice when needed. He would do anything to protect his future niece or nephew.
Donnie would be the cool smart nerdy uncle. He would definitely make his future niece or nephew a lot of toys and gadgets for when they are older.
It is no freaking lie, Mikey would be the cool uncle! He would babysit his niece or nephew. He would play with them and keep them busy when you and Raph need a break.
Master Splinter would be really happy that he is going to be a grandfather.
Raph would pull your hair back when you are dealing with morning sickness and rub your back in the morning.
Queue overprotective Raph mode.
He would be really overprotective. (He wouldn’t even allow Mikey near you lol.)
Raph would ask his father for advice when he needs it.
Raph would not stop smiling when he sees the tiny little baby bump for the first time.
It makes him think that this is really happening and that this isn’t a dream and that he really is going to be a dad.
Raph would almost immediately vomit or have a weird look on his face when he sees your weird cravings. (Which is why he avoids you and the kitchen when you're snacking or when you are eating weird food combinations.)
Raph would wrap one of his arms around you and put his other hand on your stomach every night when you go to bed.
Raph would cry when he felt his unborn baby kick for the first time.
There would be a few times whenever you and Raph are in the dojo or the living room, he would put you on his lap while you are reading, drawing, knitting/crocheting, etc.
There are a few times you and Raph have both fallen asleep well you are on his lap and he has his hands on your stomach. (Leo, Donnie, and Mikey have a picture to prove it lol.)
Raph would do this Popular Tik-Tok/YouTube video trend with you, where you lift the woman's pregnant stomach for a few minutes and then you drop it back down slowly.
At the very end of your trimester when the baby is due any day now Raph would be very alert.
“Anything could happen to you and our baby, babe,” he says.
Overall he loves you and his unborn child very much.
#TMNT 2012 x reader#headcanons#TMNT 2012 headcanons#Raphael#x reader#fanfiction#Raph x reader#TMNT 2012 Raphael#tmnt headcanons#TMNT 2012#Raphael x reader#Raphael x pregnant reader#Raph x pregnant reader#x pregnant reader#tmnt
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Wanna hear about a ROTTMNT nightmare I had a few months ago?
Of course you do, you freak-- /j
So preface, I have nightmare disorder. I was born with it actually, giving me the vivid variant. Which means that if I'm not careful, I could wake up with severe side effects like migraine and nausea and disorientation that all last for the entire day. It also means that I have been dealing with nightmares since I was a child, and you can think of me as a "skilled master" if you will.
I enter the dream in the midst of the apocalypse as Casey Jones Jr, in his teens. I have my own bedroom though there is not much too it and I am sprawled out on my dinky bunker bed drooling away as I sleep.
When suddenly alarms start blaring from outside. I tumble out of bed and jump into whatever pants and t-shirt I could find (I slept in boxers apparently) before putting on my boots as I stumble to the door to assess what was going on.
The second I open the door, the door is slammed back into my face. A voice shouting from the other side.
"WE ARE IN LOCKDOWN, YOU HEAR ME?! YOU KEEP THAT DOOR SHUT. DON'T COME OUT OF YOUR ROOM!"
A voice, for some dream logic reason, I recognized as Usagi’s.
And IRL me was like "nah fuck that, I'm bored, lemme see what this dream has here".
And so I venture out, grabbing my chainsaw staff.
To my right is a dead end.
To my left...
I hear screaming. Then a severed head flies out from the corner and slams into the wall. It was Usagi’s.
I had no choice but to move forward.
I peer around the corner, trying to avoid looking at the head. And there I saw Donnie’s lab. The doors bursted open. Mikey and April stand outside before some weird pink slimy tentacles draw them in, screeching and hissing.
Immediately, I assume Donnie has been turned Kraang some how. So I decided to dip out of there and find something else. IRL me was thinking about maybe going to the armory or drawing the monster outside where I'd have a bigger playing field. Tight spaces fuck up my head a lot, I need room in my dreams to breathe.
I duck past the doors quickly without getting caught and continue hurrying down the hall.
There I see a smudged trail of blood. I follow it, a bit curious. The blood led to Master Leonardo. His legs were gone, torn. He was crawling dragging himself across the floor.
I run up to him, ready to shout his name when he notices me and presses a finger against his lips. Then his eyes dart behind me.
IRL me just sighed internally and mentally prepared myself for whatever kind of fuckery was behind my back.
I turn around...
And there was Donnie.
Just a normal Donnie. In his future form with the fancy visor and lab coat and all. His eyes were pleading.
He smiles, walking forward.
"Casey. Casey, it's me."
I glance back at Leo, he looked outright terrified.
"It's me, it's Donnie. Your uncle Donnie." His smile widens.
He steps closer and closer. Closer still.
"Don't you trust me?"
Now. Remember how I am a "skilled master" of dreams? Yeah. I can also detect who is good or bad by a gut feeling I get. This is an IRL thing too, idk what it is but I am able to just...know when someone is bad. And in my dreams, it's like all my senses are going haywire tenfold.
And Donnie. Did not pass the vibe check.
"NOPE.", I said, slashing my chainsaw staff into his face.
And then I woke up. =)
#i wanted to make this a comic but I am too lazy so here#rottmnt#tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles#nightmare disorder
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a list of things Mikey does after the movie
- he can’t use his hands.
- at the very least he can like. touch stuff- but in terms of actually holding things? PBBT.
- has sessions with draxum
- learns more about his mystic abilities + their side effects
- also learns that he’s able to stabilise said side effects with external help. so no dealing w that shit alone (AND NO DYING I HATE THAT SCENE SO MUCH-)
- he asks a lot of questions about the future
- don’t talk about the hair with him.
- he may not razz his tazz with his hands but his feet are still rated e for everyone
- can’t cook so like.. takeout is their meal aside from pizza
- vents to April and his dad when he can (u think he’s gonna put more on his brothers’ plates? LMAOOOO *cries*)
- nightmares. he opts for sleeping next to Leo bc haha. pull that self sacrifice bs again and he will lose it
- no art making :/
- and it genuinely saddens him for a good while
- until raph comes up with this idea
- bc as kids, raph liked to join mikey with art
- but sometimes 2d mediums was just hard. pens and crayons got small in his hands so he doesn’t like making detailed drawings
- but one time they got play dough
- and raph LOVED it and mikey was so happy to see his big bro loving art even more
- so he offers mikey some clay to mess with (“when did you-?” “i was gonna plan on making something with you again but,, things got in the way,,”)
- and he sculpts things!!
- “LIKE THE OTHER MICHELANGELO!!”
- he couldn’t hold shit but poking and prodding and pushing something as malleable as clay made him feel.. good. not helpless.
- he’s abt to ask raph if he wants to join but :((
- but regardless sometimes in the medbay with Leo while he’s sculpting his bro throws out random ideas on what to make
- “i already made a red eared slider!” “hmm.. but have you considered making a second one”
- “Donnie?” “you already made the Donatello bust in my workshop so it’s not really necessary to make another one,” “CAN I GET AN IDEA THAT DOESNT REVOLVE AROUND YOU TWO NARCISSISTS-”
- he makes them anyway bc he loves them
- Donnie’s already made a kiln (“when did you make this????” “dw about it”)
- his little sculptures hang around Leo’s bed, Donnie’s workshop + lab and Raph’s shelves
- sometimes with extra bad nightmares he clings onto Leo
- “I’m alright- im alright” “if you pull that ever again I’m gonna kill you myself-“ “ALRIGHT 😭”
- he has a serious talk about leo though, how he leads, how it effects everyone including him
- ofc it ends in a nice cuddle bc u think u can get rid of him?? you’d have to pry him off
- and he asks about the crater in raph’s shell once
- and after hearing what happened he’s going to Donnie to ask about the escape pods (his face is all ruddy with tears)
- and goes to raph and snoozes on his bench press bc he won’t let him near without bringing his nunchucks >:(
- sometimes he also just spontaneously cries
- like he could be typing something and then boom tears
- only goes to sleep w ppl by his side
- he’s putting stickers on everyone’s casts and bandages lol
- he put his lightning sticker on the top left side of his plastron for raph “so you’re not the only one!” (raph starts crying abt it-)
- he wants a pizza cookie.
- “aren’t your hands-?” “yeah, which is why i want the family making it! with yours truly as the instructor!”
- it’s actually a delicious pizookie
- they all eat it at like 2 in the morning bc 1. insomnia 2. nightmares 3. why would they wait to eat a pizza cookie
- it’s a nice bonding time even though they’re all tired as shit
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Kit's Diary
Chapter 7
Dear Ty,
today, Leo and Sam visited after school, so I guess you might want me to tell you about that.
We had sport again today, but I didn't almost die this time because our teacher decided to teach us how to use a Waveboard instead of doing something too straining.
Afterwards I had art. The teacher, Miss Gabriels, really thought she could convince me, that I'm good at painting. She gave us a box with folded papers in it. We had to draw three of them out of the box. On each paper was a word and we were supposed to paint something that involved all three words. I got spoon, dice and chicken. I spend the rest of the first hour thinking about what I should paint, until Leo, who was already done with her first painting, suggested I could draw a bowl full of chicken soup with dice noodles and a soon on the side. I tried to paint it with watercolours and... eh... Miss Gabriels couldn't quite guess what it's supposed to be. But she said I should try abstract art. To my defense, I never tried to paint with watercolours, so it's not my fault.
After art we had maths again, the teacher made us watch a video he made about the topic and then gave us some tasks we have to do for Monday.
Then Leo, Sam and I went to my place, because Tessa invited them for lunch. They both immediately fell in love with Mina and Mina declared them her new best friends. Like she didn't tell me that I'm her best friend yesterday. So loyal... I see.
Anyways, after lunch I showed them our library and since Leo said that we would look really smart, when we did our homework in the library, so we decided to do that and spend the whole time in the library in the library, trying to answer our analysis questions for English, while laughing at our attempts to impersonate the two love birds. We also researched on the books and movies for the history project and it was quickly decided that, since we all wanted to read something about the Elizabethan Age, we would work together. We found some books about Elizabeth I:
- The Virgin's Lover by Philippa Gregory
- The Secret Diary of Anne Boleyn by Robin Maxwell
- Legacy by Susan Kay
- Elizabeth I by Margaret George
- The Tournament by Matthew Reilly
Now we just have to choose which one we like best. I think the first two are the most interesting. We decided to read the summaries of the books, choose one and decide on Monday together which one we will choose.
After that we ended our homework session and went to my room. I don't remember who had that idea, but we decided to play "never have I ever", but without alcohol because, you know, we're all still underage.
At 7 pm on point, Mina interrupted us, because she wanted to show Sam and Leo our house. If you never saw Cirenworth before, you should know, it's big. Very big. So, we spend the next hour following Mina around the house and afterwards ate dinner.
Before they left, Tessa allowed Leo to borrow some books from our library, and guess which books she took? Sherlock Holmes! I didn't even know we had them. When we see eachother again, you need to read them. There are probably also annotations from whoever read it before in it.
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Sorry, I had to interrupt here, Mina wanted me to read her a goodnight story. She's so cute. Way more cute than all the other toddlers I've seen. But I might be biased as her brother. Did you also think Tavvy was cute when he was younger?
Sometimes I wonder what it's like to have children. Would we have children if we were together in future? They surely would be cute. Just think about a little you. Awwwww.
Okay, stop simping Kit!
I'm sorry. That was way to cheesy. I'm going to bed now.
Love,
Kit
Now I do need your help: Which of the books would you read?
#shadowhunters#cassandra clare#the dark artifices#the shadowhunter chronicles#the wicked powers#kit herondale#tsc#kit x ty#christopher herondale#christopher jonathan herondale#kit blackthorn#ty x kit#kitty#kit's diary#ty blackthorn#ty herondale#tiberius nero blackthorn#tiberius blackthorn#tda
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"This extra space next to me belongs to you. I know where I end now. I won't get lost." -- shoot me (metaphorically) and leave me for dead (metaphorically) why won't you. To make this about Dylan and maybe it's about Connor, maybe it's about Brinksy, maybe it's about any journeyman in the NHL. My brain screamed Chris Driedger and his memorable (to me) Players' Tribune article:
And how can you mention Dylan and Zach (Za-ach, the way Dylan says it) without me having a breakdown about them? You simply can't. And for the younger dudes, maybe it's a little Bords/Briss, not yet steady in The Show, a little bit of distance, a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately... and then a blurry insta story in Vegas. Just like old times but somewhere else. Maybe it's not the same bed, maybe it's not the same set of forks, but maybe it's the principle of the thing.
Anyway, goodbye. Sorry for this, your tag walls make me break out in imagined scenarios.
Much love. xxx
please never be sorry for sending me messages <3 i love reading them i love getting them i think they’re beautiful and i love them i’m!!!!! [🥹💕🦋🫧✨💘😭 <- the best approximation of what my heart is doing]
ok NOW i am taking this step by step because every narrative here kicked me straight in the knees (metaphorically) i am w e e p i n g (literally): i knew tangentially about chris driedger going to seattle but i had never read his players’ tribune love letter to seattle & all i can say is oh. oh. and with the part about trains delayed but still being right on time—
sometimes a dream is a truth your heart knows long before you do. the space that the city and the team made for him (“you’d be the only guy on the team”)🗣️🗣️🗣️ !!! but the way that chris talks about needing to put in the work & leo not letting him quit,,, that’s chris filling up the teakettle with twice as much water, crowding one side of the bed (falling asleep against a bus window dreaming), becoming unburdened by the idea of not being their guy, not having the fallback being their draft pick to content and settle himself with. that’s chris betting on a future. that’s the train coming down the tracks, right on time.
(i am feeling unhinged about it)
SECOND. i know i was the one that said zach and dylan to start so technically i brought this on myself but also i have been ktfo by the mere mention of the way that dylan says zach’s name different from everyone else, stealing an extra breath, stealing as much time as he can get with him, which reminded me of a poem i just read:
The Need Is So Great, Jim Moore
^^^dylan still in love with zach even as he’s leaving, can feel himself losing him, and taking every sliver of the love in his smile that he can get. even if he knows zach doesn’t still feel the same way he’s drawing out the long goodbye & saying i love you in a thousand ways without ever saying it out loud (“i have been asking for a time but in ways that have no words” because he doesn’t want to ask too much, to ask for love) in the hope that zach will say it back OKAY I’M LEAVING i can’t do this
that was a lie because THREE. “maybe it’s the principle of the thing” please insert the most ungodly screech how could you just (lovingly) come in straight with the steel chair and bean me upside the head with that l i n e i think this story has the potential for such tragedy in it but also the most tender domestic longing because bords & briss have known each other for a long time (i think) and guys do sometimes lose themselves when they first get to the nhl.
it’s a big scene, you’re with big name guys, you’re finally doing the thing you always dreamed about, you’re no longer necessarily the best because everyone’s the best, you’re not sure how you fit in, you can get lost in the glitz and the glamor of it but you can also literally get lost in it, the slog of the season and getting caught up and down between teams and leagues and endless airports and buses and travel and ice rinks, losing your phone (accidental) and having new people hound you for quotes and fame and connection so you lose your phone (on purpose) and i think where i’m trying to go is: this could play out as the tragedy of borde going to the california coastline and briss shipping off to the vegas strip and both of them getting a little lost.
maybe there’s someone else, maybe i am steadfastly not thinking about “a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately” as either a summer of them pretending things are ok after a year of barely speaking and now being completely different people they never were before OR a summer of them trying to pretend like they can forget about each other because maybe they didn’t think their relationship was the same thing, is all, when they were or weren’t together. maybe it’s nobody’s fault but for the fact that they were scared and tired and lonely trying to make it in the big times and didn’t know how to show it. and then borde shows up with takeout and plastic forks in vegas and it’s december and nothing like winter in ann arbor and still they fill up all the empty spaces in each other with the things they didn’t know they’d miss until they were gone and this is the real thing, not whatever they were trying too hard to be, to recreate their own nostalgia for the love in their memories. it’s the principle of the thing, is all, to always be true to the love they have right now & not what they think it should be.
sorry that i wrote you kind of an essay of an answer but i had so so so many thoughts because your ask was so lovely so thank you for sending it to me (you are always welcome to!! i love your imagined scenarios!!! cannot even explain how much!!!) & thank you for taking the time to read my walls of tags :))) <3
#liv in the replies#every time you send me a message i do the thing where i’ve got heart emojis for thumbs & cease any coherency#FIRSTLY chris driedger who i loved as seattle’s goalie without even knowing the story:#dreidger fourth layer of a dream is making me tear up AGAIN hours later as i try to write this the echl the coast easy come hard to leave &#when he talks about being somebody’s guy laying my head down in the bog & dragging my hands over my face chris who let you say that. who let#u break my HEART i truly don’t think i will ever recover from the inception reference bc that’s what they all talk abt u know? the nhl dream#the players’ tribune articles are often some of the most poetic & touching sports writing & every time i am reminded i lose my shit about it#SECONDLY:#the ever present spectre of dylan’s first boyfriend zach werenski#i have so so so many quotes? drafts? posts? about the thing with saying someone’s name to call them closer to you i say your name to speak#more of you into the world so i will possibly look for some of those to say what i mean but also: this poem was originally reminiscent of#willingly by tess gallagher which is my ajax jack / superbuddies poem & this specifically did go with the a drop of paint / the light has#fallen through you part of it but there’s a part of THIS poem which i did not include that talks about the late light / has already happened#will go on happening forever & that whole poem with this now to say i know it’s embarrassing i’m asking for it :: easy to write about light#like falling asleep on the couch & having to carry yourself up to bed is the dylan/zach heartbreak of this. waiting & waiting for the things#you used to do & the love you used to / were promised to have with the hope that if you keep the coffee ready he’ll come drink it & instead#you have too many cups of tea one yours & one cold then half-warmed over & too sweet for your tastes but you’ve learned to drink it anyway#okAY now third:#this w/the UMICH BOYS? N O I DIDN’T EVEN!!! NOT A THOUGHT IN MY BRAIN!!! & now i can’t stop thinking!!! & i had an entire PLAYLIST already#a ??? while ago before i even truly knew the umich boys Narratives™️ i heard maude latour’s song ‘one more weekend’ & went hahaha isn’t that#a great song for when you have that One Summer of college before everyone splits off into their own lives? isn’t that a fun little umich boy#going into the nhl narrative?? to which i said NO but then it spiraled into a playlist &now there is delightful heartbreak to go with vibes#umich scholars please feel free to correct me if i’m wrong on any points i can’t remember anything presently about anything#also the f a c t that that vegas picture is real and i know exactly what you’re talking about is making me %^•*]+£’ bc how!! is that real!!!#okay ALSO just throwing in brinksy like a casual AHAHA have brainworm for a year (my autocorrect tried to go bringst like angst which. lmao)#connor and dylan… all of my journeymen… we did not touch that because i WILL start yelling about sam gagner and marc staal and#the chrysalis and the caterpillar
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AHAHAHHAHAHA
im not sorry
Key:
Younger Lorenzo= Lorenzo
Older Lorenzo= Lorenzo
(This is based off of that one tik tok audio)
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It all happened in an instant.
One second, Lorenzo was in his room by himself, at his desk drawing. The next, a turtle who looked a little too much like him appeared in the center of his room.
After lots of panicking and struggling to calm the young turtle down, the older turtle let out a sigh, sitting down against Lorenzo’s bed.
Cautiously, Lorenzo walked over, kneeling in front of the older.
Now that he was closer, he was able to see how the older turtle really looked. He had bandages wrapped around various parts of his body, a chunk of his arm was missing, scars and bruises littered his face/arms/chest, and the bags under his eyes not even the mask he was wearing could hide.
“Who…are you?” Lorenzo asked, trying to look closer.
The older turtle let out a small breath.
“My name is Lorenzo. Lorenzo Hamato.” He smiled. “It seems I’ve been sent back in time. You know what this means right?” When Lorenzo didn’t say anything, he continued. “I’m you from the future.”
Jaw. Dropped.
Lorenzo was leaning in so close his hand slipped off of his legs and he almost fell forward, scrambling to sit back up, instead falling backwards.
He pointed a finger at his self proclaimed older self and his mouth opened and closed in shock.
“You’re me?!”
“I forgot how small I was.” Lorenzo cocked his head to the side as Lorenzo sat down right again. He stared at his hands as he looked up at his future self, wanting to ask questions.
“So, I guess you know my future, right?” Lorenzo asked, a smile now plastered on his face. “I mean, how often do you get a chance like this?”
Lorenzo nodded, and he took it as a sign to keep going.
“There’s somethings I…I gotta know! For instance…” Lorenzo, trailed off, looking to the side. “My brothers.” He looked back up at Lorenzo, a hopeful glint in his eyes, one that made his heart ache. “Do we still fight crime and grow old together? Does Raph still knit? Or, or, does Donnie make an invention that changes the world? What about Mikey? Does he finally perfect that Crepe recipe?” He brought a hand up, cupping the side of his mouth as he dropped his voice down to a whisper. “Do we finally get Leo’s katanas like he promised?”
Lorenzo stayed quiet, for the first time not holding eye contact with his younger self as he stared blankly at the floor.
Silence filled the room as Lorenzo wondered if he asked something wrong, searching his older selfs face for an answer as he finally spoke again.
“You’re going to love and protect them till the day you die.”
Eyes wide, Lorenzo sucked in a breath, his eyes wandering as he finally took notice of the twin katanas on Lorenzo’s back, four different colored bandannas wrapped around one of the black hilt.
Looking from them and back to Lorenzo’s face. Gaze saddened, his mind connecting the dots.
“…maybe I don’t need to know any more than that...”
D:
FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU
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This is 2AL Propaganda
I bring you propaganda for the @rottmntpeepawpolls advocating for 2 Arms Left Leo by @intotheelliwoods in the form of another fanfic drabble! Please go check out their comic series, it is extremely good. And vote for 2AL Leo in the poll tomorrow!!
(Also Ell I'm sorry if I get f!Leo and p!Donnie's relationship wrong I TRIED
ALSO I PROMISE THIS ISN'T ANGST
also also this is set still somewhat early in his recovery time OK NOTES OVER)
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"I can feel you lurking."
Leonardo looks up from his phone and locks eyes with Donnie, currently peeking through the crack in the curtain to his train car. He disappears from view and a moment later waltzes his way inside like he hadn't just been hiding.
"I have a question for you," he announces.
Leo sits up and drops his legs over the edge of the bed. "Shoot."
Donnie hesitates. He looks anxious, and Leo tenses in anticipation.
"It's about your timeline."
Leo's heart drops.
He'd known this would come eventually, but he'd been hoping it would be later rather than sooner. Of course they would want to know eventually, though. What happened to them. How things in his time had... ended.
He just isn't prepared for it. He isn't sure if Donnie is prepared for it, either. He's still so young. Should he really be hearing this now? What kind of damage does that cause on a young mind?
His mouth is draw when he says, "What's your question?" He scrambles to prepare answer, some way to put it off, or maybe to soften the blow, or-
"Did you still have the Lair Games in the future?"
-gape at Donnie like a fish because what?
"What?"
"Did you still have the Lair Games in the future?" Donnie repeats, a little louder as though that were the issue here.
"...We were a little busy with the whole alien apocalypse situation."
"Scoff." Donnie waves a hand. "As if a little apocalypse could stop this family from being competitive."
He has him there. Leo can't help but snort in amusement. "You're right. But it was less formal and more like... bragging about how many Krang hounds we could kill."
"Ah, I see... Well, we're lacking in those, so... goodbye."
He turns on his heel to leave.
"Hey, wait wait wait! Why the sudden interest?"
Donnie turns back around. He still looks anxious, but now Leo realizes it's more embarrassed than upset like he initially thought.
"Well, as you know, I am the current champion of the Lair Games."
"Heh, as if you'd let me forget."
"And I'm very eager to defend my title! And especially after his-slash-your nefarious tricks last time, I'm ready to grind Nardo to dust." He rubs his palms together with an unhinged glee, and Leo winces internally. Yikes. "But..." and there he stops, "Leo seems... reluctant to participate. We did not design the events with... one of us missing a limb in mind."
Ah, right. Hard to do a Handstand Hillbomb with only one arm. Even if they put things off until Leo's port and prosthetic were ready, he probably still wouldn't be experienced enough with it to do anything too taxing.
Leo could already imagine his younger counterpart had waved it off with a smile and a, "You guys have fun," and, "I'll be cheering for you." He would swing by his room later to check on him; for now he had another kid to deal with.
"So that's why you came to me?"
"I was hoping you might have some ideas for alternative events."
"Hmmm... I might be able to think of some." He grins. "On one condition."
Donnie looks wary. "What?"
"I get to play, too."
"What, so you can twist both my ankles this time!?" Donnie shakes his head. "Oh no. One of you is enough."
"Come on! It'll be fun."
"Doubt! And besides, the bylaws state that we can't add anyone to the competition."
"Ah-ah." He waves a finger. "The bylaws state that the competition is between Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, and..." He trails off, putting a hand on his plastron with a smirk.
Donnie's eyebrows are furrowed so hard they're at risk of smudging. "...You have out loopholed me, sir."
"Don't worry, I'll give you guys-"
"Do not."
"-a handicap."
"Groan! Why didn't I send Mikey to do this instead?"
"'Cause you love me." Leo gets up from the bed, walks over and catches Donnie in an affectionate headlock before he can flee. "Alright. Let's get brainstorming!"
#dandy fanfiction#2 arms left#2al propaganda#rise donatello#rise leonardo#future leonardo#lair games my beloved#not enough lair games shenanigans in rise fics#not that this is really that but anyway#VOTE FOR 2AL THE MOST WHOLESOME PEEPAW#I straight up did not proofread this so sorry if there are mistakes
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Late night talks
A/n: Post battle of Hogwarts but still 7th year Draco. Mainly fluff with implied sex
"I want to go outside." Draco sighed as he rolled over for the 9th time that night. It had been a few weeks since the couple stopped having the nightmares the war left them with, but now Draco was falling into a pattern of insomnia. He was very resistant to the idea of falling asleep and kept his loving girlfriend up for hours at night.
Not that she minded in the slightest. Seeing him all cozy and relaxed in his pyjamas was all she could think about during the battle, it was the only thing that kept her going.
"Please, Y/n." He begged once more. While she couldn't see his face in the dark bedroom, she could easily imagine his pouting.
"Why not?" The girl in bed next to him agreed as she slipped the covers off her body. Draco pulled the covers off his half of the bed and jumped out. "Can you grab me a sweatshirt?" She asked as she put on some shoes.
The overnight temperature wasn't low in summer, but she wanted to make sure she didn't catch a cold. Y/n had been staying with the Malfoy's since the battle, although Narcissa and Lucius spent a lot of time away doing volunteer work. They were still riddled with guilt which left the younger couple alone most of the summer.
Draco threw her a 'Slytherin Quidditch team' crewneck sweater from his closet. She slipped it on over her pyjama top. Draco was so much bigger than her that it hung until her mid-thigh. He admired how much the green knit suited her, even more than him.
"Let's go then, Dray." She told him, holding out her hand for him to take. He laced his fingers around hers and squeezed. It was something he had been doing since they started dating in 5th year.
They walked to the patio door and finally outside. The full moon made the garden brighter than normal and their shadows danced on the grass. Once they'd walked around for a few minutes, Draco took a seat on the grass. Thankfully it wasn't wet so Y/n sat next to him.
"Do you see that one?" Draco asked as he tried to draw a constellation. He continued when she nodded. "That's Draco." He was beaming with pride for his namesake.
Y/n rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. Draco wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her into his warm body. "It's almost as pretty as you." She told him. It was no secret that he was very good-looking.
He grinned as she ran her hand through his blonde locks. They sat together in silence as they watched the sky.
"Do you ever think you want kids?" Draco finally spoke. Her attention flicked back to his strong jawline and warm eyes. She recognised the blush on his cheeks she hadn't seen in a while.
When she finally spoke it was soft. "Yeah, with you." It was something she was sure of. Something she had been sure of since the first time he told her he loved her.
His face instantly lit up. "There's nothing I want more than a family with you." He agreed.
"Would you want to carry on the family tradition?" She asked him. He thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Got any ideas?"
He thought about that question for a moment as well. "Eltanin is the brightest star in the Draco constellation, I like that."
"It's pretty," Y/n commented.
"I do have more," Draco said. She nuzzled further into his arm, encouraging him to continue. "Scorpius has been my favourite for a long time. It's the name of the Scorpio constellation. Or Leo for a boy." Y/n nodded and urged him to continue. Listening to him talk about their future made her ecstatic. "Estella isn't a constellation but it means 'star.' Phoenix is another constellation that sounds pretty." He listed off a few more before stopping. "I don't want it to all be about my family though, do you have any thoughts?" He asked her.
Y/n smiled at the caring boy before answering. "Ophelia. It's not a star but it's a moon of Uranus." She replied.
"Have you done some research, sweet girl?" He asked, making her blush bright red.
"Yes." She sheepishly admitted. "I've known I've wanted this for a while."
Draco beamed at her confession. "You're so perfect." He told her before leaning down to touch their lips together.
She pulled away before continuing to talk. "Venus is nice, again it's a planet but it's also a God. I like Ascella, it's the brightest star in Saggitarius." Draco started giggling causing Y/n to frown. "What?" She insisted.
"With all these ideas we're going to have to have, like, 7 kids." He explained.
"8." Y/n corrected him.
Draco playfully scoffed at her. "I'm not the one who has to actually have them." He reminded her.
"True, but you are the one who's going to have to be up with them at night." Y/n reminded him, causing both of them to burst into a fit of giggles. "And get me whatever I'm craving, muggle or not." She added.
Draco pretended to think about it before nodding. "Deal." He held out his hand for her to shake.
She shook it before putting her lips back on his. Draco deepened the kiss quickly.
"Wanna get some practice in now?" Y/n asked as she swung her leg over his waist.
Instead of his usual eagerness, Draco shook his head. When she frowned he explained. "I've got to at least ask you to marry me first."
Y/n grinned, widely, only inches from his lips. How someone could be so kind and handsome was beyond her. "I'd say yes if you asked right now." She told him.
"Not going to do it out here when you're trying to seduce me." He teased lovingly.
She scoffed and hopped off his lap, standing up. "Fine, I'm going back to your bedroom, alone." She grinned at him, knowing it would quickly get him excited up.
Y/n was right, Draco got up off the grass and pulled her into him. She wiggled out of his grip and started running back to the manor. Draco let her get a few seconds headstart before running after her.
"I'm going to get you!" He yelled as he reached the patio door, now only a few steps behind her. She just laughed back at him as she ran upstairs while he locked the door.
Once he reached her room she was nowhere to be found. "Y/n, I know you're in here." He sang as he walked around the room.
The bulge in the curtains went unnoticed until she jumped out at him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Effortlessly he spun around the room with her latched onto him.
"Hi." She murmured, only a few centimetres away from his lips.
"Hey, pretty girl," Draco replied. "Ready for that practice now?" He asked her.
As soon as she nodded he let her fall onto the bed before resuming his position on top of her. As he ran a finger through her hair he couldn't help but smile. "You're so beautiful."
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The System
Finn was not a morning person. Luckily Leo and Logan have a System to get him up and out of bed.
For the SW/C2C Discord Bedtime Story Fest!
Characters belong to @lumosinlove
CW: food, drinks
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Finn was not a morning person.
See, he had this tendency to stay up reading late at night, claiming he was “just going to finish this chapter” – but then the chapter would end on a cliffhanger and “one more chapter” turned into two, then three, and then the next thing he knew was looking up at the clock, seeing the time, and having a mild existential crisis regarding the passage of time.
He’d then guiltily crawl into bed and try not to wake up the two boys already in his bed. Logan normally woke up, no matter how careful Finn was. He’d do this adorable huff, then roll onto his side to face Leo while giving Finn more room and reach back blindly for Finn’s arm to throw over his ribcage. He was always warm and relaxed like this, perfect for cuddling up to.
Falling asleep was never the problem. It was the waking up that was a challenge. Especially on days when they had morning skate.
Luckily Leo and Logan had a System.
It was always the same – a well-oiled machine where all the parts slotted together to be as efficient as possible, one tactic blending in seamlessly with the next until Finn was completely awake and ready to start the day.
The two of them would wake up to the blaring chime of their alarm while Finn just groaned and buried his face into his pillow, red hair a beautiful disaster of glinting copper in the sunlight filtering through the window. Logan and Leo would share a knowing look, then start the beginning stages of The System.
Leo pressed his lips to Logan’s temple, the action earning him a dopey, sleepy smile. Crawling out of bed, he stretched until his back popped, long arms arced over his head, and then glanced back over his shoulder at Logan. “Pancakes?”
That made Logan perk up, eyes losing their sleepy tint. “The ones with chocolate chips?”
Leo laughed under his breath. Always a sweet tooth. “Sure thing.”
He quietly opened the bedroom and disappeared in the direction of the kitchen, leaving Logan and a still-sleeping Finn in bed.
Logan settled back in next to the redhead, leaning in close to kiss his neck lightly, playing connect the dots with the freckles there. “Harzy.”
“Mmm.”
Logan honestly couldn’t tell if that was a “please keep doing that” noise or a “for the love of god, stop and let me sleep” noise.
He wasn’t sure Finn knew, either.
Leo was the only one of them who was fluent in Sleepy Finn Noises, and he wasn’t in the room anymore.
“Finn,” Logan said, drawing out the end of his name and carding his fingers through red hair. Finn pushed into the touch and practically purred, cracking one eye open to look up at Logan. There was something about those brown eyes lit up in the sunlight… they made Logan melt back into the bed and sigh dreamily, which definitely wasn’t part of the System but they could get away with taking just a little longer today.
Finn caught him staring and turned his head to look at him straight on. “What?” His voice was soft and a little scratchy. It took Logan right back to their shared room at Harvard, staring helplessly at the boy in the other bed, wanting all the things he couldn’t have.
He soothed the pang of missed opportunities with reminders of the present and smiled at Finn. “Nothing. Just thinking about how much I love your eyes.”
Another thing to know about Sleepy Finn: he was much more bashful and prone to blushing than Normal Finn. He smiled and turned back to the pillow, hiding his face (and probably trying to go back to sleep, too).
“No,” Logan laughed, unceremoniously pulling the blankets away and nudging Finn repeatedly. “we need to get up, Harz.”
A grumble was the only response he got.
Time for the big guns.
He stopped his prodding at a pale, speckled shoulder and sat up in bed. “Nutter Butter’s making pancakes.”
Finn had one weakness when it came to sweet things, and it was Leo’s pancakes.
He tensed, then peeked over at Logan after a long second. “The ones with chocolate chips?” At Logan’s nod he sighed wearily, debating the pros and cons of staying in bed. But then his stomach growled and the decision was made for him. He reluctantly let Logan pull him out of bed (quite the feat, considering the several inches Finn had on him and that Finn acted like a sack of potatoes when he was sleepy) and lead the way out to the kitchen, where they were greeted by the smell of coffee and pancakes paired with the sight of broad shoulders and a toned, tan back.
Finn made another unintelligible noise, which Leo smiled at as he flipped a pancake. “Cuddles are ok, sweetheart, but leave my arms free or else I’ll burn these.”
How he got all that from a mumble, Logan would never know. It was adorable, though.
Finn shuffled over to stand behind Leo, his forehead slotting between strong shoulder blades and his arms sliding to wind around a trim waist. Logan took his place perched on the counter, observing as Leo held a one-sided conversation about their teammates and practice in a few hours and this new recipe from is mom that he really wanted to try out. Finn mostly stayed still and silent, letting Leo’s drawl wash over him, until the temptation of all that bare skin right in front of him became too much and he’d finally move his head to press light, sluggish kisses to the back of Leo’s neck, his jaw, his shoulders as he’d hug Leo tighter – always abundantly affectionate, even when he was still half-asleep.
And, just like always, Leo would carefully switch off the stove before turning around in Finn’s arms, his face open and overflowing with a tangle of emotions, and landing a gentle, lingering kiss on Finn’s cheek. His eyes would close and he’d lean into Finn ever-so-slightly, taking his time savoring the soft moment. And Finn – Finn would beam, looking undeniably smitten all the while.
It was Logan’s favorite part of mornings like this.
Next they’d get plates and cups of coffee and spend the morning together before heading to morning skate, but Logan would focus on that later. For now, he’d just sit there and watch his two lovers interact with a heart full to the brim and a mind fantasizing about the hundreds of mornings in the future that they’d utilize The System.
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