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who-ever-said-i-was-nice · 3 years

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could we have mc falling down the stairs and getting a concussion with ikevamp pls?

I got ya! Sorry it took this long...

Comte

you where at a party with Comte

while he talked to guests you excused yourself and walked outside

on the way out you accidentally ran into a man

he helped you up, you apologized and continued walking

you reached the front door and stepped outside

suddenly a very angry lady burst outside and came right at you

“ Why where you talking to me husband!” you looked at her, a little confused

“ Well, I bumped into him and I had to apologize. That’s the right thing to do. Non?”

“ You’re lying!” “ Listen here I already have a boyfriend. And he’s the most loving, caring, kind-hearted, sweet person I have ever met! Why the hell would I go talking to your husband!” “ You lying little bi**h. I know you want to steal him away. I can’t let that happen. No hard feelings right?”

she looked at you, her words dripping with venom and before you could react she pushed you down the stairs.

you fell and hit your head hard on one of the steps

you heard a commotion at the top of the stair and you where pretty sure you saw a golden figure bend over you, but you blacked out

when you woke up you realized you where back home in your bed

you looked over to your right and saw a very tired looking Comte smiling down at you

you felt guilty so you apologized

he combed your hair and reassured you that everything’s fine and he isn’t mad at you

he was super worried but he won’t let it show for your sake

Oh yessssss some nice juicy drama * faints because of my own work*

Leonardo

uuuuuuuh this man will have a heart attack

you where walking around town, when you came across this huge library

you were super exited about it so Leo decided to walk you around

you two had a blast

you where mesmerized at the millions of old books inside

When you found something interesting you would bounce up and down like the adorable little dork you where and Leo would chuckle, loving every second of it

when it was time to leave you skipped out followed by Leo

you where walking down the stairs explaining about modern libraries when you slipped and fell backwards hitting your head on the step

Leo couldn’t catch you

the last thing you remember is Leonardo’s worried face

you woke up in your bed

you looked around the room

suddenly you felt the blanket shift a bit

as you lifted it Lumiere crawled out

he nudged your cheek and curled up beside you

you pet him for a while and then got up

“ OUCh! Oh Cara mia you’re awake

yup he fell asleep right next to your bed on the floor

you giggled and gently tugged him up and into the bed

you cuddled for a solid 2 hours

Arthur

it was winter

you where walking home after a case

you where talking and laughing

but the ground was icy and as you where walking by the entrance to a building you pointed at something and accidentally slipped

Arthur was looking at what you pointed at when he heard a dull thump a groan and a horrible crack

he whirled around only to see you on the ground, knocked out and a small stream of blood was flowing from your cheek

he immediately scooped you up and ran, all the while beating himself up for not catching you

you woke up in your bed

Arthur was passed out on the bed next to you

you realized your head was bandaged, you had a band-aid on your cheek and your arm was in a sling

when he felt you stir Arthur woke up and hugged you

turns out you blocked most of the fall with your hand so you didn’t break your head, and managed to get away with a concussion, but your left arm payed the price because now it was broken

This doctor was worried sick

Theo

Theoooooo mah boi

you just finished up at one of Theo’s art exhibition? displays? showcases? i don’t know, just imagine the correct version here

he had just made a really good deal and he was visibly happy

you two chatted as you walked outside

as you reached the bottom and where standing there waiting for a carriage, a rabid dog jumped out of the bush and attacked you knocking you to the ground

Theo couldn’t catch you he was to busy getting the dog to leave

you hit your head on the last step really hard and within a few moments you lost conciseness

You woke up in your bed the next day (or so you thought)

Theo was sitting next to you holding your hand

he pulled you into a tight hug

“ Silly Y/N scarring me like this.”

you broke free from his bear hug, only to pull your lover into a passionate kiss

when you pulled away he stared into your eyes

Theo’s not the type to convert his emotions into words he prefers actions and the way he’s looking at you now melts your heart and you know how much he worried about you

“Thank you for taking care of me Theo. I’m a little sleepy now but can you stay a while” he snorted “ Wasn’t a day and a half enough for you” buuut he’s a cutie so he crawled into bed with you and held you close as you fell asleep

*Me writing a part for Theo*: yes yes let’s make Theo’s favorite animal into the villain of this. ok and then let’s traumatize him by making you sleep for a long time. AAAAHHHHAHAHAHA I’m so evil. Ok so now that i have that out of my system let’s make this the sappiest of them all. OML I LOVE HIM

Dazai

Dazai and you where walking from the gazebo after *caught* things *caught*

no I’m kidding you had a tea party and made rhymes about little dolls and bird and playgrounds

you cute little dorks I love you so much

Sebas was watering the plants there a few minutes ago and it got onto the steppes

Dazai was busy making ridiculously stupid dad jokes and you where laughing your head off

sadly you didn’t notice the puddle and slipped on it banging your head on the step

the last thing you remember was Dazai wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up whispering “ I got you little bird”

you woke up in your bed in the evening

Dazai was right next to you stroking your hair

“ Good morning, Toshiko-san!” you couldn’t help but laugh

Dazai was worried about you but he likes to live his life by the saying: Laughter is the best medicine

Vincent

you when to a church because Vincent wanted to paint it

however once he finished most of it he decided it was missing something

something that could immediately turn any plain picture into a beautiful masterpiece

you

he asked you to model and you gladly agreed

you sat on the steppes and let Vincent paint you

once he was finished you jumped up and started hurrying down the stairs to see how it looked

unfortunately you slipped on one of the worn down steps and fell back banging you head and blacking out

Vincent saw this and rushed up to you

he was beside himself

he already has trouble dealing with emotions, and he just saw your life flash before his eyes

baby boy is traumatized

he picked you up and since he couldn’t carry it ditched the paining and ran to the nearest carriage

you woke up with Vincent by your side

he held your hand and smiled gently

“You’re awake thank God!”

you asked about the painting and he said he just left it there

needles to say you felt horrible so you asked if you could go back

he laughed saying it’s probably gone but complied

surprisingly the painting was still there

Napoleon

you where fencing

it was all fun and games

you would try your best and Leon would disarm you with ease

sometimes he would let you win by dropping the foil very obviously and saying something stupid like Oh no nunuce you got me again

either way it would always result in him picking you up and tickling you

at one point you where standing near the stairs

you where trying to disarm him and didn’t notice them

you stepped back and tripped and fell hitting your head on one of the stairs

the former emperor of France felt his blood chill

he had never seen something scarier then you passed out on the stairs

in a flash he was by your side scooped you up and ran into the house

you woke up a few hours later and sitting right next to you, squeezing your hand like there is no tomorrow, was Napoleon

Honestly he looked like he had aged 50 years

but as son as you made eye contact all that disappeared as if it wasn’t even there to begin with

He hugged you and semi scolded you for being a nunuce and scaring him

Jean

My apology for this one instead of stairs I used a horse. Also based on a true story, sorta. I didn’t have Jean.😢😂

soldier boy

so you where riding with Jean one day

you loved these little outings

the way the wind whipped your hair and the landscape rushed past you as you rode into the sunset

romantic I know

but you have to remember that this also has it’s dangers...

that day you stayed out a bit longer then usual

the sun had already set when you decided it was time to go

so you started making your way back through the dark forest

suddenly a fox dashed across the rode and scared your horse

it reared and trashed an threw you off it’s back

you hit your head and blacked out

you woke up the next morning in Jean’s bed

he himself sat beside you

he had his eye patch off and he had bags under his eyes

it was clear he stayed up all night ( he was that worried)

you felt guilty

you got up and hugged him against your chest caressing his hair

he sighed “ I was so worried about you mademoiselle“

you giggled at the name “ I’m sorry monsieur“

he looked up at you lovingly, deep purple eyes shining

he reached up to cup your cheek as you threaded your hand through his hair and you both met in a passionate kiss

Me: YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE!!!!!! *sigh* I have lost my mind i case you haven’t noticed

Mozart

tsundere baby

Mozart had just finished one of his performances

and of coarse he killed it

since the place was not that far from the mansion you decided to walk to spare Mozart’s stomach

you where walking and you spotted something you stopped and excitedly pointed at it

Mozart rolled his eyes and kept going “You already have a plushie”

you playfully pouted but ran to catch up to him

suddenly a carriage rolled past you really close and scared you

you lost you balance and fell, hitting your head on the steppes of the building on your right

Mozart wheeled around and saw you on the ground

he cursed himself for not being next to you,

he quickly picked you up and ran

You woke up the next day

Mozart was right next to you

“ This is why I hate carriages”

you burst out laughing and hugged him

he hugged you back and then slowly placed you back onto the bed

he then knelt down and brought up a bag and placed on your lap

you looked into the bad and in it was the plushie you where looking at before the accident

“ I thought it might make you feel better” the blush was visible on his cheeks

“ Oh, Mozart!” you threw your arms around him yet again “ I love it. I love you.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent “I love you too”

Isaac

you where at the university

Isaac had finished his lectures and was surprised to see you there

or at least that was what he thought he looked like in actuality

he was flustered, and was stuttering, palm sweating a little

the kids (let’s call them that ok, they’re babies compared to Isaac anyway) got a kick out of that and where snickering in the background

you where standing on the steppes when a little girl, who you figured was someones sibling came rushing up to you

now you where standing facing each other and this girl came in between the two of you pushing you in the process

you lost your balance and hit your head on the railing of the stairs and then crumpled to the ground

all you heard was screams and then nothing

you woke up that evening and the second you opened your eyes Isaac had you wrapped up in his arms and was holding you against his chest

“ Do you have any idea how worried I was! Thank God you’re awake”

you cupped his cheek and pulled him into a kiss

once you pulled away you smiled up at the now very flustered Isaac

“ Thank you for taking care of me Isaac!”

he mumbled a ��you’re welcome’

you laughed and hugged him

Sebastian

so the two of you cuties where grocery shopping

you where finishing up and walking out laughing and talking

all of a sudden you heard screams from inside the store

you turned around only to see a man running at you at full speed

you didn’t have time to react

he knocked into you and sent your stuff flying and you tumbling down the stairs

you hit your head hard

the last thing you remember was Sebastian desperately calling your name

you woke up in your room and Sebastian pulled you into a hug and kissed you deeply

nah just kidding

*flick*Don’t ever do that again” “ DID YOU JUST FLICK MY FOREHEAD?!

he smiled sweetly and kissed your forehead right where he flicked it

“I’m saying this because I was worried about you” “ Well that changes things”

you both laughed and then you cuddled

bless Comte for giving Sebas the rest of the day off so you could cuddle

William Shookspear

You where actually on stage

From the start of your relationship Will knew you loved acting

So one day he decided to let you audition and you got the main part

shocker

jkjk you where a great actress

The play began and you killed it

absolutely blew everyone away

at the end you rushed backstage to meet your boyfriend

he was there smiling at you

it was honestly the sweetest, brightest smile you had ever sen him give you

you rushed down the steppes, but your dress got caught in a nail and yanked you back

you lost your balance and fell backwards

you immediately lost consciousness

you woke up in his room

he was sitting beside you with a worried expression

he asked if you where feeling alright and when you said you felt fine he let out a sigh of relief

“ Did I do good Will?” you asked timidly

he smiled brushed back your hair and planted a kiss to your forehead

“ You where amazing”

That’s it! I really hope you enjoyed! Stay safe out there!

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remmushound · 3 years

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Bay/rise 34!! @brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88 @digitl-art-monstr @selfindulgenz @yarchurr @dakotafinely @yarchurr @sententiously-sarcastic @sprinklestheditty

“This is fucking stupid.” Raph was pacing anxiously, his frustrations coming out in the form of heavy breaths.

“I totally agree.” Donnie agreed, “But you know Leo. He’d not gonna let this go.”

“He he fucking ought to! We ain’t got time for this shit!”

The Leo’s were both separately getting ready for the spar, but with such an open space it was nearly impossible for them to get out of each other's line of sight. This resulted in what could only be described as a heated staring content between the both of them as they sharpened their katana and odachi almost passive-aggressively. The brothers and sister of both proud ninja were intermingled in a group together— their brothers’ antics weren’t enough to drive them apart completely, but it was enough for a wedge to be stuck between them.

“Is Leo gonna be okay?” Michelangelo appealed to Donatello, grabbing a hold of the older teens arm.

“I don’t know Michael.” Donatello sighed, sticking his nose in the air in his frustration, “Leon’s always getting himself in this kind of trouble! It’s gonna catch up to him eventually!”

“Hopefully not today.” Michelangelo said, looking to Leo. “Other Leo is very large. He’s jumbo sized!”

“Sadly, his brain didn't get the memo.”

Mikey was looking between both of the Leo’s with no small amount of guilt. Donnie had given him the clear after he had calmed slightly and the pain in his chest wasn’t so bad, but now the pain had been replaced with an intense sadness. Michelangelo nudged his brother and pointed to the sad box turtle, and then both brothers nodded at each other with similar intent as they marched over and each took a seat beside Mikey.

“Why the long face?” Michelangelo pouted.

“I dunno, Mike, seems kinda… oblong to me.” Donatello motioned vageuly to Mikey’s face.

Mikey gave the slightest chuckle before he started to cry softly. Michelangelo frowned and looked to Donatello, who quickly pulled a tissue from out of his battle shell and offered it to Mikey. Mikey accepted it and, after a moments thought, said,

“You just carry tissues around wherever?”

“I never know when I’ll have to break out the dramatics~!” Donatello struck a pose.

“Are you okay?” Michelangelo gave Mikey a gentle stroke on the shoulder. “You look sad.”

“I’m just… useless.” Mikey hung his head.

That statement caused both Hamato brothers to erupt in loud, overlaying denial as they practically swarmed Mikey trying to convince him otherwise.

“You’re not!”

“You’re really not.”

“You’re incredible!”

“I once tried nunchucks for a day. Hit myself in the head, cried in a corner, slept in said corner. Very traumatizing.”

“You can do lots of things!”

“Except fight, apparently…” Mikey pouted, crossing his arms. “I just watched my dad and your dad get taken and I did nothing!”

“You’re not the only one who did nothing!” Donatello offered.

Michelangelo swatted Donatello and scowled at him a second before turning back to Mikey. “You panicked— that’s nothing to be ashamed of!”

“We were there! We— we could’ve helped stop them! We—“

“What could we have done…?” Michelangelo asked softly, laying a hand on Mikey’s knee.

Mikey gave a long, tired sigh reminiscent of someone far older with many more years of life bearing down on his shoulders. “Nothing.”

“Exactly.” Michelangelo said, “But what we could’ve done is gotten hurt! He took out all your brothers in one swing! All we would’ve ended up doing is getting taken out with them.”

“But don’t you think—“

“Come on.” Mikey’s words were interrupted by his Leo, who had lost what little patience remained as he strutted forward with the confidence of gods. “Let’s get this over with.”

Leo was the first in the dojo and he stood there as if he was still challenging Leonardo to back down at the cost of his honor. Leonardo didn't move from his place where he was still polishing his odachi.

“Well?” Leo prompted, “Come on! You challenged me to this, remember! Don’t you want to defend your honor?”

Leonardo thought for a second, and then shrugged. “Eh, never really had much of that to begin with. And I have all the time in the world baby!”

Despite his words, Leonardo seemed to accept his counterpart's challenge and stood from his seated position, giving his odachi a few experimental swipes before he came to join Leo in the dojo.

“This ain’t gonna end good...” April shook her head. Her face was painted to match Leonardo’s markings and she brandished a blue flag in support. Upon seeing Leonardo entering the dojo, however, she promptly cheered, “WHOOP WHOOP! YOU GOT THIS LEON!”

The rest of the gathered mutants— all except Raphael, who was still sleeping off his exhaustion— gathered in a tight group to watch as the scene unfolded. Donnie split from the group one last time in an attempt to appeal to his brother.

“Leo, this is crazy!” Donnie said, but it was like talking to a wall, “You can’t fight him!”

“Why not?” Leo asked calmly without dignifying Donnie’s concern with even a glance.

“Well, one, he's a child.” Donnie deadpanned, “And two, we need to be focusing on finding Master Splinter.”

“Trust me Don, this isn’t gonna take very long.”

“What you gonna do, punt the fifteen year old?!”

“He’s the one who picked a fight.” Leo growled.

“Yeah. Oh course he did.” Donnie leaned closer to his brother and spoke slowly, as if Leo were dense, “He’s. A. Teenager. A dumb, confident teenager!”

“So are we.”

“We’re gonna be twenty next month— I hardly think it counts!”

Leo didn't respond. He stared forward with a determined look and simply walked away from Donnie, leaving his younger brother staring after him with a frustrated disbelief.

Leo faced his counterpart. “Do you know the duel rights?”

Leonardo shrugged almost cartoonishly.

“Of course not.” Leo sighed, then carried on, “Rule number one: The offending party has the right to an apology and, if it is accepted by the offended party, then the duel will not carry to term.”

“Okay, so you gonna apologize them?” Leonardo asked, almost hopefully.

Leo narrowed his eyes and gave no answer. “If there is no apology met, then the next rule of order is to choose a second. The seconds are the judges— they try to reach a peace, and if a peace is unable to be met, then we move onto phase three. My second is my brother Raphael.”

Raph grunted softly and split off from the group to hesitantly come to Leo’s side.

“Don, you feeling up to it?” Leonardo looked to his brother.

Donatello gave it a moment's thought before shrugging and sauntering off almost in a bored fashion to Leonardo’s side.

“How do we win?” Leonardo asked.

“To win, you must knock down your opponent and hold your blade to their throat. Rule number three! The seconds try to negotiate a peace.” Leo gave a nod, and Raph lumbered forward to meet Donatello in the middle. The two of them quickly fell to a hushed discussion.

“Hello.” Donatello said, his eyes half-lidded and his voice dull.

“Hey— can’t you just try and get your Leo to apologize?” Raph almost pleaded, “You know this ain’t exactly a fair fight.”

“I know.” Donatello replied with little enthusiasm. “Your Leo’s gonna get knocked flat on his Gluteus Maximus. That’s science terms for buttocks. Aka: ass.”

Raph gave a half-amused snort. “No offense, pancake, but I think we both know that ain’t right.”

“Oh wowwwwww, so original.” Donatello slumped, “I’m so hurt. Then again you do have a good point.

Raph smiled, thinning himself victorious until Donatello added,

“I mean, there’s nothing Maximus about his Gluteus.” Donatello motioned to Leo with his thumb.

“No—” Raph growled and forced a smile as he addressed Donatello with slow words, “What I meant was that your brother is gonna end up with the same fate as a firework on Fourth of July.” He made an explosion motion and added his own sound effects, “I mean— come on! It’s like a dodge against a semi-truck— your bro stands no chance!”

“I think we can stand to disagree on that.” Donatello defended his brother calmly.

Raph fixed Donatello with a deadpan expression. “You’re not gonna back down are you?”

“Negatory.” Donatello finally smiled— little more than a slight curve of his lips, but still a smile. “Or way— would that be an affirmative? Eh. Doesn’t matter. Either way I believe we are done here.”

Without another word, he spun on his heels and carried himself confidently over to his brother’s side. Raph grumbled as he often did before taking his leave a few seconds after. There was a minute of stressful silence as both seconds reported to their brothers before Leo stepped forward again.

“Rule four. Draw your weapon only once there is a medic on sight with his back turned.”

Leonardo whistled. “I mean, not that I couldn’t beat you with my back turned, but seriously?”

“Not you.” Leo growled, “Donnie will be our medic on standby.” Leo motioned the tech genius to turn around, and Donnie hesitantly obeyed. This left only the Mikey’s watching. Once Leo was satisfied, he went on, “Rule five would usually include dueling at dawn, but I hardly think it matters down here.”

Leonardo looked up at the high ceiling and then down at Leo.

“Rules six and seven are also moot given our particular circumstances. Unless you have a god you pray to…?”

“Eh, some may describe me as a God, but I think I forgive myself for my sins~”

It took everything Leo had to keep his cool. “Rule number eight. Your last chance to set the record straight.”

“Hey! That rhymed! Good for you!”

“Wait are you just getting these from the Hamilton Musical?” Donatello started to ask, but was interrupted; even as Leo spoke over him, he still continued to talk until he finished the sentence.

“Rule number nine! Look your enemy in the eye.” He and Leonardo locked gazes, “Meet your enemy in the middle…”

Leonardo and Leo took four paces each until they were directly in front of each other.

“Summon your courage in any way necessary.” Leo said cooly, giving a bow that Leonardo returned, “Take a minute to breathe, then take ten paces back.”

The Leo’s were almost in perfect sync as they took their paces backward, now several paces behind their seconds while still facing each other.

“Ready your sword…”

Twin katana and a single odachi were held at the ready.

“Take one final breath…”

No one in the room breathed.

“And count to ten. One… two… three… four...”

“...five...six…seven… eight... nine...”

“Ten.”

#Fight fight fight!!#yes I got the duel commandments from Hamilton #I couldn’t find any good ones okay?!#I won’t apologize for perfection #donatello will defend his bro till the day he dies #usually with sarcasm

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starryeyes-darkestnights · 3 years

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Wicked Game

Part 4 of We Dance Together Now

An O’Knutzy au where Leo and Logan are still playing for the Lions, but Finn is a musician/grad student they met by chance on a roadie to Montreal.

Here are the first few parts!

Part 1 - Jingle Bell Rock

Part 2 - This City

Part 3 - Shut Up and Drive

I also stuck this up on AO3, my username there is the same :)

I struggled a LOT with this chapter. I’m still not sure it’s done what I wanted it to do, but I hope it works. And I hope you like it :)

I’m suuuuuper excited for the next one, I’ve had it half-written since I started this fic!

These beautiful characters and their world belong to the incredible @lumosinlove

The songs referenced are My Shot, from Hamilton, and Wicked Game, which has several remixes that could work here, but I was listening to the Yola Recoba version, personally.

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Leo

“Thanks for helping today, Tremz.” Leo leaned against the entry wall and watched Logan slip on his shoes.

“No problem,” Logan looked up at him, his eyes sparkling mischievously, “You needed someone big and strong to carry your boxes up the stairs. Who am I to leave a damsel in distress?” He stood and flexed his biceps.

Leo rolled his eyes and shoved Logan toward the door. He could hear Finn laughing behind him. “Get out.”

Logan looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Your wish is my command, princess.” Leo moved to shove him again, but Logan snatched up his bag and ducked out the door before he could reach him. “You love me!” he yelled as he jogged down the hall. Leo just shook his head at the older boy’s antics and turned the lock behind him before flopping down on the couch with a tired groan.

The three of them had just finished setting up his new room. In Finn’s apartment. Where he lived now. With Finn. He was still wrapping his head around it. It was crazy to think he didn’t have to pack up his stuff and move somewhere else again next week; that he had blankets that hadn’t been slept on by a hundred people before him. Finn was a godsend of a human being.

He was also a walking tornado of a human being, and Leo’s current state of exhaustion was a result of today being a shining example of both of those traits.

Since he’d been living in hotels all year Leo didn’t own any furniture of his own, which meant he had spent his Friday morning going from store to store buying what he needed. Finn had volunteered to drive, and Logan had tagged along too. The two of them had also very kindly volunteered to spend their afternoon helping him build everything. It was very, very nice of them, and Leo had been incredibly grateful for their company, and for their help… at least until they actually started putting things together. It had been funny at first, watching Logan and Finn jump headlong in to building things without taking the time to read the instructions. But the resultant failures had meant that Leo had to unbuild everything they touched, actually read the instructions, and then give them explicit directions on how to put it back together properly. Instead of the few hours Leo had expected to spend on it, the whole thing had taken them until the late evening, and now Leo was exhausted and ready to relax.

He heard Finn wander into the living room after him, and his smiling face appeared over the back of the couch above him. “What’s up, Marigold?”

Leo closed his eyes, trying not to roll them as he let out an exasperated chuckle. “Finn. That is STILL a terrible nickname.”

“It is not.”

“Yes it is. ‘What’s up marigold’ makes no sense. ‘What’s up buttercup’ works because it rhymes.” He opened his eyes back up to emphasize his point. “Marigold does not rhyme. At all.”

Finn just shrugged, pushing himself back up to walk around the couch. “You should have thought of that before you accepted it in the first place.”

“I didn’t accept it! I just gave up trying to argue with you two and- ugh. Never mind.”

“That’s what I thought.” Finn grinned. “Plus, I googled marigolds after that night because I didn’t actually know what they were, and the name suits you.”

“What?” Leo looked at him, curious. “Why?”

Finn’s expression faltered for a second as he lifted Leo’s feet to sit on the other end of the couch. He put them back down in his lap, making Leo’s heart skip a beat. When he spoke again, his voice was a little softer. “Your hair shines like them, in the sun. Golden.”

Leo had to work to keep his face neutral. That was… sweet. And unexpected. Finn was always doing things he didn’t expect.

Before he could think of a response, Finn’s cocky grin was back in place. “Also, calling you marigold makes you grumpy, which, like, never happens, so I’m never giving it up.”

Leo didn’t even try to hide it this time as he rolled his eyes affectionately, lifting his legs and giving Finn a gentle kick with his socked feet. “Whatever,” he laughed. “I’m going to shower. Have you seen that duffel bag Logan brought in? It has all my comfortable clothes.”

Finn just pointed wordlessly to entryway where he and Logan had dumped a few of Leo’s bags, abandoning unpacking them in favour of wreaking utter havoc trying to build his bedroom furniture.

Leo wandered over and grabbed the Lions duffel off the floor, pausing as he lifted it. He didn’t’ remember it being this empty… he unzipped it, suspicious, and sure enough, he found Logan’s training gear inside.

He groaned. “Damn it.”

Finn looked over to him. “What’s wrong?”

“Logan took my bag. This is his stuff.”

“Oh. Shit.” He looked from the bag up to Leo, and then popped up from the couch. “No worries, I have a solution!” he called, jogging toward his bedroom.

Leo, curious yet again, gently put Logan’s bag back down and started to follow. As he reached the corner, Finn popped back out of his room with a pile of clothes in his hands, almost crashing into him as he gave a little squeak.

“Ahh! Oh my god, why are you right there!? You scared the shit out of me. Learn to make noise when you walk.”

Leo chuckled at that, a memory of Logan saying that exact phrase to him the first night they watched Finn play running through his mind. “You and Logan are scarily similar sometimes, you know that?”

“What?” A confused look crossed Finn’s face.

Leo just smiled, and Finn shook his head.

“You know what, never mind. I don’t think I want to know. Here.” He passed Leo a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “You can sleep in these tonight and we’ll get your stuff from Logan tomorrow. They’re both pretty big on me so I’m hoping they’ll fit you properly.”

Leo, taken aback by the gesture, accepted the pile with a surprised but grateful smile. “Oh. Thank you, Finn. You didn’t have to do that.”

Finn shrugged, his wide brown eyes twinkling. “I know where you live. I’ll get them back.”

---

But as Leo pulled the shirt on after his shower, he decided that Finn was not, in fact, getting it back. It was soft. And it smelled like Finn. He breathed in deeply. It was silly, he knew, to cling to this little bit of him- to pretend it was Finn, instead of his clothes, that he was allowed to have. But he was doing it anyway. He could let himself have this little thing. He turned to look in the mirror and let out a surprised snort. “Of course.” He chuckled to himself.

He padded out to the living room, where Fin was still lying on the couch, a book in his hand.

“I thought you were joking about loving the Eagles.” He teased, his mouth quirking up on one side.

Finn sat up and looked over at him, a strange look crossing his face as he took in Leo’s appearance. It was gone before Leo could read into it, replaced with a dramatic showing of mock outrage.

“One does not joke about the Eagles, Leo!” He gestured down at the band logo stretched across Leo’s chest. “That logo is a badge of honour. Wear it with pride.”

Leo just shook his head, amused. “Aye, aye, captain.” He saluted Finn. “Thanks again. I’ll see you in the morning?”

Finn waved goodnight and Leo slipped back into his room, turning off the lights and smiling up at the city lights flickering across the ceiling. His ceiling, now. He chewed on his lip for a second, thinking, before getting back out of bed and walking softly to the living room.

Finn looked up at him when he entered, and whatever Leo had been about to say immediately caught in his throat. The warm lamplight was sending soft shadows across Finn’s features, making his freckles glow against the pale of his skin. He was curled into the corner of the couch, book in his hands and a blanket wrapped around him, and Leo wanted nothing more in that moment than to be there too, cuddled up beside this beautiful boy. His heart pulled in his chest.

He realized he was staring when Finn spoke up and broke the spell. “What’s up, Leo?” his smile was soft, gentle. “Do you need something? Can I get you anything?”

Leo straightened up at that, shaking his head. “No, no. I’m good. Thank you. And I’m sorry, I didn’t want to disturb you, and I won’t keep you, but I just wanted to say thank you. For having me here. You didn’t have to offer up your space, and I appreciate it. It really means a lot.”

Finn closed his book and leaned forward; his expression sincere as he locked eyes with Leo. “I’m just glad you’re happy. You deserve to have a home. I wouldn’t want you to be anywhere else.”

And when Leo went back to his room that night, he fell asleep quickly, breathing in the scent of Finn and, for the first time since he came to this city, finally feeling at home.

---

Finn

The next few months passed by quickly for Finn, everything blurring together in an exhausting but happy mess of work and play. He had thought it would be more of a learning curve, sharing his space with Leo after living alone for the past 4 years- and some days it was a bit weird, remembering that there was another person around and he couldn’t just play guitar at 2am, or work through melodies in the shower when Leo was sleeping- but he wouldn’t change it back for anything.

He’d always known he was insanely lucky to live in the apartment he did (his parents had bought it as an investment property when he first moved to Gryffindor- perks of their jobs in real estate). Very few college students had the privilege of even a single spare room, let alone two, and not worrying about needing roommates to pay rent had saved him from needing to share the space with strangers. But it had been lonely.

Now, when he was finished his long day on campus studying, or working on his music, he actually looked forward to going home- even if it was only to meet up with Leo and leave again. After that first celebration he had gone to with Leo and Logan, it had become routine for them to invite him to join them for any dinners or parties that weren’t team-exclusive. He went to every one that he could and had ended up making some pretty good friends in that crowd. In particular, him and Kasey’s girlfriend Natalie had struck up a fun friendship. She was also a musician, and the two of them had gotten together several times over the past few months just to play.

The boys had also asked him to let them know his gig schedule, and they had been there for every single show they weren’t working during. Finn liked having them there, knowing he would have their company as soon as he got off stage. They always had a drink waiting for him, and they usually found somewhere to go dance for the rest of the evening. Logan was always making fun of how Leo used to hate going out, but they danced together often now, and it was one of Finn’s favourite things.

Any nights they didn’t spend working, or with the team, or at one of Finns gigs, they usually spent together just the three of them, squeezed into a booth at Sid’s or lounging around the living room at Finn and Leo’s, playing video games and watching movies. Him and Leo had made the excellent discovery that Pixar movies almost always made Logan cry, though Logan denied it exceptionally violently every time they called him out. It was worth a pillow to the face to be able to tease him though.

Logan stayed over most of those evenings, in the spare room Finn had started thinking of as his. They’d built another bed for him and everything after Finn had woken up the first night he stayed over and seen how cramped he was on the couch. It wasn’t built for hockey players to sleep on and he didn’t like the idea of Logan being uncomfortable. He wanted everyone to feel at home in his place.

Some days it was just Finn and Leo at home, while Logan spent time with the Dumais family. Finn liked those days too. It was nice, hanging out with Leo one on one. The two of them often used the time to do chores, and he had been pleased to find out that they were much more enjoyable with Leo’s company. Grocery shopping with Leo was one of his favourites, riding the cart like a scooter up and down the aisles while Leo picked out everything they needed for dinner, and grabbing all the snacks that he knew Logan liked, so they could always be there when he came by. And he particularly enjoyed coming home and putting things away while Leo cooked, both of them singing along to the radio as the apartment filled with the smells of Leo’s southern recipes.

On quiet nights, he liked wandering into Leo’s room for company, the two of them laying next to each other on Leo’s giant bed and talking about books. One of the first nights he had done that, he had noticed his own t-shirt, the one he had lent Leo his first night, and that had curiously gone missing shortly after, hanging up on Leo’s closet door. Leo had been flustered, apologizing for snagging it from Finn’s clean laundry, and explaining that it was ‘just really comfortable’. Finn had tried very hard to hide the mini heart attack he was sure he was having at the idea of Leo choosing to wear his clothes, and he must have done an alright job of it because Leo continued to steal it often enough that it had just become another routine thing between them. Finn pretended to make fun of Leo for it, but he really liked it. He had taken to folding it and dropping it into Leo’s laundry basket when he wasn’t looking.

The addition of Leo’s warm presence, and of Logan’s fiery, mischievous energy, had made his big, cold apartment feel like home. There was always something happening, and it was never boring- sometimes to an extreme degree when Logan was around. Finn still had scars on his hand from Leo’s 19th birthday in February, when he had let Logan convince him that baking a cake wouldn’t be as difficult as it sounded (‘people do it all the time Finn, how hard can it possibly be?’). He had been wrong, as they discovered when he flipped what should have been a cooked cake upside down over the counter, and it turned out to be just a pan full of very hot batter that went all over Finn’s hands. It had stuck to him like very, very hot glue and the two of them had gone into full panic mode. Luckily, Leo had chosen that moment to come home from lunch with Remus, and he got everything under control. He had been exasperated, and quite concerned, but Finn liked to think he had appreciated their effort. Plus, Logan had felt guilty about it for weeks afterward, which Finn had initially felt bad about but then had started to take advantage of by (very dramatically) requesting him to do more and more ridiculous favours. Logan had stopped feeling guilty somewhere in between the request to build him an entire pillow fort (so he could heal in utmost comfort), and the request to do an interpretive dance to Ice, Ice, Baby (so he could feel like his burned hands were encased in ice).

When they were out of town for games, Finn missed having them around. Everything felt too… empty. But they were constantly in touch via their group chat, Leo sending videos of the cities they explored after games, and Logan sending pictures of Leo looking affectionately annoyed at Logan for dragging him out of the hotel to go and do said exploring. Those videos often included appearances from other Lions, usually making terrible 3 Musketeers jokes about them. On one memorable occasion, James had popped in to compare them to SpongeBob, Patrick, and Squidward. That one had positively delighted Finn, not least because Logan’s reaction to realizing he was the Squidward in that analogy had been gold. James had had to run.

Finn didn’t blame them for joking about it. He knew it was a bit strange, the way that they had become so inseparable, so fast. But he didn’t mind. When he looked at them in those videos—the wild in Logan’s eyes, the calm in Leo’s— he was reminded of how they pulled out the best of both those sides of his own personality. He never felt more like himself than he did with them. *

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Logan

One evening at the end of April, Logan sat sandwiched between Leo and Finn on their living room couch, a steering wheel in his hands. He was deeply focused on steering his car around a particularly dastardly curve when Finn jumped up, knocking Logan’s elbow and sending his character careening off a cliff as he screeched at the TV. “Cheating!! Leo! You’re cheating! Logan! He’s cheating!”

Logan, disgruntled now as he watched himself drop down to last place, just glared up at him. “You knocked me off a cliff. Don’t look at me for sympathy right now.”

Leo just continued playing calmly. “It’s not cheating Finn. I threw a banana at you. If you don’t want to get hit with bananas, don’t drive so close to me.”

“This is insane. Nobody is supposed to be this good at Mario Kart. It’s MARIO KART!” Finn flopped dramatically back down into his spot, groaning. “How have you won every single race?”

“I’m a man of many talents, Finn.”

“This is bullshit.”

Logan snorted, dropping his controller as he crossed the finish line in last place for the 4th time that night. “Says the guy who wins every single round of Halo.”

“Well, if you would stop and think before just picking the biggest bombs and sending your army running headfirst into every battle, maybe you too could win a strategy game.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“You are weirdly good at Halo, Finn.” Leo tossed out. “It’s kind of creepy watching the wheels turn in your head while you play.”

Logan watched, amused, as Finn gasped and glared at Leo in mock offense. “Well then. When the aliens finally invade here and you guys need a team leader to get you through the hordes and into a safe haven, you can find your own general. I’ll be over there helping people who DON’T call me creepy.”

It was Logan’s turn to be offended. “Hey! I didn’t call you creepy.”

Finn considered him for a moment. “Hmm. That’s true.”

He wrapped an arm around Logan’s neck and stuck his tongue out at Leo. “I’ll be over here keeping LOGAN alive, while you get your brains eaten.”

Logan tried to fight back the blush he could feel creeping up his cheeks as Finn’s arm pulled him in. Finn, Logan had discovered, was a very affectionate person, and while his comfort in sharing his personal space had grown on Logan and Leo as well—they were constantly in contact as they shoved together onto the couch—it still made Logan’s pulse pick up every time he felt them close to him.

Leo snorted out a laugh at Finn’s threat as he put down his controller. “I’ll take my chances.” he replied as he stood and stretched, looking out the window at the setting sun. “It’s getting late. Anybody hungry?”

Logan’s stomach actually grumbled out loud at the mention of food.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Leo laughed as he headed out of the living room.

Logan, somewhat reluctantly, pulled himself out of Finn’s hold and followed Leo into the kitchen, plunking himself down on one of the island barstools as Leo started pulling things out of the fridge. Finn disappeared into his room and came back to sit next to Logan a few seconds later, a book in his hand.

“You want to read?” He looked at Logan questioningly.

Logan just nodded at him as he spun around on his stool, slowly relaxing into his seat as the sound of Finn’s voice took over the kitchen, mingling with the sounds of Leo quietly chopping vegetables at the counter next to them.

A few weeks ago, when Leo and Finn were trying to pull him into an argument about book to movie adaptations, Logan had accidentally let it slip that he had never read The Hobbit. The two of them had been borderline offended, which Logan found hilarious, but it had then led to them asking him about other books, and Logan had been forced to admit that not only had he never read The Hobbit, but he had never read any book for fun.

It wasn’t something he liked to talk about, because he always worried it would make him look stupid, but he hated reading. Having to keep his focus on the page, keeping his hands still as they held the book… he just couldn’t handle it. When Leo and Finn had picked up on the fact that it was a sensitive topic, they had dropped it without asking him any more questions, which he had been grateful for. But the two of them still wanted to show him that stories could be fun outside of movie form, and when it became clear that there was no way in hell Logan was picking up a book himself, Finn had come up with a compromise: he would read a book to him. Logan hadn’t been convinced, but he appreciated the thought and figured he could just tune him out if he got bored, so he agreed.

So Finn had read the first chapter of The Hobbit to him and Leo while Leo cooked that night, and, to his surprise, Logan had found himself completely absorbed. It was kind of like listening to a podcast, but with Finn’s intoxicating voice playing all the parts.

It had become a routine after that—Finn reading to them as Leo cooked, and Leo reading to Finn and Logan as they cleaned up after. They always waited for him to read the next part, and it was one of his favourite parts of being at their apartment now. The combination of the sound of Finn’s voice and the smell of Leo’s cooking, made him feel safe.

That evening, Logan was the first to finish eating, and he leaned his chair back away from the table with a satisfied sigh, reaching over to ruffle Leo’s hair from where he was sitting next to him. “Fuck, Knutty, that was amazing. As always.”

Leo smiled back at him, blonde curls now falling over his eyes in a way that was absolutely not adorable. “Thanks, Tremz. I’m glad you guys liked it.”

Finn made a noise at that. “Liked it? Leo, I have genuinely never eaten better in my entire life than I have since you moved in here.”

Well. That provided Logan an excellent segue into his mission for the evening. He let his chair fall back down and folded his hands on the table in front of him. “If that is true, Finn, then I think that you should do something to pay him back.”

Finn looked up from his plate with a mouth full of pasta, brown eyes narrowing suspiciously as he looked between Logan and an amused looking Leo, who had immediately caught on to what Logan was doing. “Oh?”

“Yes. We have a game next Friday, and you’re invited to come. I think that should suffice as payment.”

“Oohh.” Finn plastered on a very fake smile. “That sounds very… interesting. Let me check my schedule and see what I have going on.”

Logan rolled his eyes at Finn’s feigned interest. He had turned down their offers to come to games repeatedly since they had met.

“We have your schedule, idiote. We know you don’t have a show OR an exam. And—” Logan decided to move to his next tactic: guilt, “—you have to come this time. It’s a deciding game for the play-offs. If we lose, you won’t be able to watch us play again until next season.”

“I see.” Finn didn’t look convinced.

“Finn!” Logan tossed his balled-up napkin at him, making him laugh. “You are possibly the only person in this city who would turn down offers to come watch NHL games for free. From the box! MULTIPLE TIMES!”

“I cannot possibly be the only person in this entire city who doesn’t follow hockey.”

When neither Leo nor Logan bothered to respond to that, just continuing to look at him, Finn’s grin fell. He looked uncertain now, and his face turned serious as he looked each of them in the eye. “But… you guys know I support you, right? I follow all your scores and your… game… time, point, things, or whatever online. I even bought a hoodie!”

That was true and it had almost killed Logan the first time he had seen Finn in Lion’s colours. It still made his heart beat faster every time he thought of it. Which wasn’t helping him at the present moment.

Finn sighed. “I just think it’s a waste of a ticket for me to go when I have no idea what is happening. I don’t want to embarrass you guys”

Leo interjected then, pointing his fork at Finn. “First of all, you are never embarrassing. Well, usually not – “

“Fair.” Finn admitted.

Leo shot him a look. “—and not about this, for sure. And second, it’s not a waste of a ticket. We all get to invite our family and friends and stuff this game, and neither Logan’s family nor mine are able to make it. And all of our other friends are either on the team or related to them. So, if you don’t use the ticket, nobody will. Plus,” he set his fork down, his voice gentle, “we want you to come.”

Finn’s face softened, and Logan decided now was time to pull out his Hail Mary. “Also,” he waited until Finn looked over to him, “Natalie’s going to be there. And she already asked us if you were going to come this time.”

He bit back a triumphant smirk as Finn perked up at that. He knew they had him now. Finn and Natalie had hit it off really well the moment they met. So well in fact, that he had almost been jealous. But he wasn’t jealous. Because he had nothing to be jealous of. Finn was just a friend. A friend who was currently living rent-free in his mind wearing that goddamn Lions hoodie, but a friend nonetheless.

Finn pushed his empty plate to the middle of the table. “Well.” His eyes sparkled as he folded his arms and looked between them. “You should have led with that.”

---

Finn

One week later, Finn stood against the glass in the team box, cursing himself for agreeing to come to this game. He had never been more stressed in his life, every muscle in his body tense as he watched the puck bounce from player to player in front of Leo’s net. He had a brand-new respect for Leo’s unflappable demeanour. There was no way he could handle being the last stop between the other team and a goal- he was almost having a nervous breakdown just watching. But Leo was in his element: calm, controlled, moving fluidly around his net and mirroring the puck effortlessly. Finn had never seen someone so focused, so intent. When the other team finally took their shot and Leo snatched it out of the air, Finn let out a relieved breath. His heart was going a million miles a minute, just like it had been for the last hour that the game had been tied 1-1. “Oh my god,” he murmured, dropping his face into his hands. “This is so stressful. How do you guys watch this all the time?”

Natalie laughed next to him. “It can be pretty crazy.”

“You look perfectly relaxed.” Finn replied grumpily. It was true. She was much calmer than he was.

“I’m not as calm on the inside. But I have faith in these guys. I know they can win this.” She paused for a second. “It also helps that Kase is benched for this game with his leg. I’m a wreck when he’s in net during important games. Thank God for Leo Knut.”

“Thank God for Leo Knut?” Finn muttered reproachfully in response. His attention was pulled back to the ice as the puck was dropped again, still in their end. “Thank God for Leo Knut my ass, Leo Knut is the reason I might be seeing God soon. I’m going to have a fucking heart attACK! AH!” He shrieked the end of his sentence as one of the Ravenclaw players crashed into Leo, knocking him backwards into a goal post in a way that looked dangerous. His stomach dropped as Leo went down. He shot a panicked look at Natalie. “What the fuck! That can’t be allowed! Is that allowed?!?” He didn’t wait for an answer before looking up at the giant screens above the ice, currently zoomed in on Leo’s determinedly blank face as he slowly pulled his knees back underneath him. He was definitely going to give him a heart attack.

“No.” Natalie looked unhappy. “No, it’s not allowed. But he’s ok, Finn.”

He’s ok. Finn let out a shaky breath. He looked back down to the ice and was watching Leo stand up and reach for a water bottle when, all of a sudden, the crowd started to yell. Confused, he looked back up at the screens. Instead of Leo, there was now a close-up view of Logan, currently with one fist wrapped around the jersey of the player who had slammed into Leo, the other throwing punches.

Finn’s jaw dropped, his heart jumping up to meet it. Logan’s face was fierce. Angry. That energy that always seemed to be coiled around him, simmering just below the surface, was out in full force. His restraints were gone, and holy shit it was beautiful. Seeing those impossibly green eyes flashing dark with passion… it was lighting something on fire inside of Finn.

The other player was half a foot taller than Logan, but Lo had him down on the ice in seconds, spitting angry words in his face as the referees pulled him away. Finn watched Logan skate to the penalty box, swallowing hard as he took in the way his chest was heaving under his jersey. Holy. Fuck.

He felt heat creeping up his neck, and knew his face was going to turn bright red and give him away if he didn’t distract himself immediately. So he forced his attention back down to where the rest of the team was checking on Leo.

Leo. Logan had unleashed in defense of Leo.

Finn felt the now-familiar twist in his chest that sometimes accompanied seeing the two of them together. The feeling that there was something more between them than they were willing to admit.

Thankfully, Natalie mistook the look on his face for concern, and put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “It’s fine Finn, Logan fights all the time. He’s not hurt, he’ll be back on the ice in time to play the last three minutes. And Leo’s already ready to keep playing”

Finn just groaned and dropped his face into his hands. “I am never watching another hockey game again.”

It was supposed to be a joke, but five minutes later Finn watched Logan jump out of the penalty box and take off across the ice, dancing between the other players as he stole the puck and shot toward the net with a searing purpose. And when the goal alarm went off and the entire arena jumped to their feet to celebrate- when Logan was tackled by his teammates, and Leo was skating celebratory circles around his net, and Finn could see the smiles radiating off both of them from where he stood- Finn realized that if he ever wanted to be able to keep his friendships with these boys, it had to be true. Because if he ever watched them play another hockey game again, he would fall in love.

---

“O’Hara, think fast!”

Finn barely had time to register the beer being thrown his way before Leo reached out and snatched it out of the air in front of his chest. “Bliz, how many times do we have to tell you to not throw solid objects at people. Not everybody has your reflexes.”

But Kasey wasn’t listening, already turned around to head back into the living room of Sirius’ house, where they had all convened to celebrate their win. Finn had been grateful for the location- he didn’t think he could handle watching Leo and Logan getting hit on at a club all night tonight. He was still on edge.

Leo rolled his eyes at Kasey’s retreating back and handed the drink to Finn. “I’d wait a second to open that. Sorry, he does this all the time. We’ve had more than one black eye on the team from a drunken Kasey drink bomb.”

Finn chuckled. “No worries. Thanks for the save.”

Leo brightened adorably. “It’s my job!”

“And you are absolutely INCREDIBLE at it my friend!” A pair of arms wrapped around Leo’s neck from behind and a slightly buzzed and very excited James appeared over his shoulder. “MVP of the game, my man! You killed it! We’re going to the play-offs, baby!”

He whooped as he ruffled Leo’s golden hair, still slightly damp from his post-game shower. Leo’s cheeks flushed a deep red as he accepted James’ fist bump. “I just played. Thank you though.”

“And he’s humble too! How are you still single dude? Someone should have scooped you up ages ago.”

Leo’s cheeks somehow turned even deeper red as he shot a quick look up at Finn, and Finn heard Lily’s amused voice as she slid in from behind them, wrapping an arm around James’ waist and pulling him off of Leo. “Leave the poor guy alone James. He just wants to celebrate in peace.”

Leo smiled gratefully at Lily, looking relieved when Kasey and Natalie returned to the kitchen, Talker in tow. Leo jumped into their conversation as the group of them settled in around the room, talking and laughing above the music playing from the built-in speakers. Finn held back for a moment, taking the opportunity to scan the living room from where him and Leo were leaning against the kitchen island. He caught a glimpse of familiar dark curls under a snapback, and Logan’s eyes met his from across the room. Logan grinned, excusing himself from a conversation with Remus and heading towards them.

“Hey,” Logan’s breath was warm on Finn’s cheek as he leaned in to be heard over the voices in the room. “How did you like the game?”

Finn fought to keep his heart from beating out of his chest. He was still reeling from his decidedly unwelcome epiphany earlier that evening, and it was going to be a long night if he couldn’t get a handle on himself soon. He cleared his throat, looking straight ahead instead of turning to meet Logan’s gaze. “It was the most stressful few hours of my entire life. I’m never doing it again.” He winced at the way his voice cracked. Traitorous voice box. “And for the record, you are NOT a ‘perfectly reasonable player’.”

Logan tilted his head back and laughed openly at that. Finn let himself look then. Despite everything, it was nice to see him so relaxed and happy.

“Well, I’m glad you at least came to this one. Even if you judge me.”

He leaned back next to Finn, shoulders brushing, and Finn watched as he scanned the room. A moment later, a glint appeared in shorter boy’s eye, his smile turning mischievous. Finn turned to follow his gaze, looking for what had prompted the change. He caught sight of James, still in his game jersey, and Lily, laughingly trying her best to get him to take it off.

He heard Logan call out to them. “Hey Pots! Did you hear your jerseys are only the third most popular on the Lion’s shop now?”

James froze, turning to them with his eyes wide. “What?”

He rounded on Logan. “Who told you that? Who beat me?” His expression turned to outrage. “Who could possibly have beaten me?!”

Finn held back a laugh at James reaction, letting out a loud cough instead. One that sounded very suspiciously like the word ‘bullshit’. He heard Leo do the exact same beside him and turned to catch his eye with a grin and a high-five. The two of them had made a game over the past few months of seeing who could catch Logan the fastest when he started his game of poking the bear- something that was hilarious to them and endlessly irritating to Logan.

Right on cue, Logan let out an exasperated noise. “Guys! You are no fun! Stop doing that!”

James’ head twisted back and forth between Logan and Finn as he pieced it together. “Wait… what??” He gasped at Logan, looking betrayed. “Tremz! Did you make that up? How could you! You almost gave me a heart attack on this glorious evening!”

Logan shot a mock glare at Leo and Finn, but his face cracked into a grin when he turned back to James. “You should have seen your face.”

James looked like he was about to respond, but at just that moment, a familiar beat started to play over the speakers. Someone in the living room cheered and turned up the volume, and James whooped, throwing his hands in the air. Finn smirked as he followed suit, pushing away from the counter to join him in the middle of the room.

---

Logan

Logan frowned when Finn stepped away from him- he liked feeling his warmth against his side. He watched as Finn moved after James, turning to look back at Logan and grinning as he sang along to the lyrics of the song now playing loudly through the house. Logan loved Finn’s singing voice. He smiled back and was about to go join him when something weird caught his attention, making him do a double take.

It wasn’t unusual for Finn to jump into the middle of a room to give a performance of a song. He did it all the time. At home, at the club, at parties. It was quintessential Finn behaviour.

But now, the entire rest of the room was joining him. Every single one of his friends had abandoned their conversations to chant along with the opening lyrics of this song Logan had never heard before. Logan’s brow furrowed in confusion as he spun around to look behind him. The living room was the same, everyone starting to move away from the walls and stand from the couches. Only Leo had stayed where he was, a few feet away from Logan.

“What the hell?” He muttered.

He turned back around to question Finn, only to find him no longer looking his way. Instead, he was now face to face with Talker in the middle of the room, the two of them rapping dramatically to one another. Logan lifted an eyebrow, letting out a short, surprised laugh as he watched the two of them.

“I’ma get a scholarship to King’s College,

I probably shouldn’t brag,

But dag, I amaze and astonish”

The rest of the room was still singing along. It was beyond weird. “What. The fuck. Is happening?” Logan asked nobody in particular.

The rhythm of the song slowed a bit, and Finn turned back toward Leo and Logan, sliding smoothly over in front of them. His brown eyes sparkled as his gaze locked with Logan’s, singing directly to him.

“I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal

Tryin’ to reach my goal, my power of speech, unimpeachable”

Logan leaned closer to Leo, his only ally in this insanity, but Finn had pointed dramatically to the younger boy and Leo laughed, stepping away from the counter and picking up the lyrics from the next line, pointing at himself as he sang:

“Only nineteen but my mind is older

These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder

Every burden, every disadvantage I have learned to manage…”

Logan shot a surprised glare at Leo. Traitor. And now Finn was singing along again, and both of them were pointing at him, waiting for him to pick up the next line but Logan truly, truly had no idea what this was.

Finn looked at him with mock outrage when he realized Logan wasn’t faking his ignorance, straightening his back as he lifted his hands in a very ‘what the heck?’ sort of gesture.

Logan started to roll his eyes, but then all of a sudden, the beat changed again, and Finn’s hands were by his head and he was walking backward, winding his hips in a way that Logan had never seen him move before. A way that should be illegal.

His eyes were still locked on Logan’s, but where they had been filled with humour a moment ago, now they were burning with something intense that was sending Logan into a complete tailspin.

“I am the AL-EX-AN-D-ER, we are, meant to be.”

His emotions were already running high after their win, and now Finn was standing in front of him, moving like that, looking at him like that. He heard himself let out a shaky breath and snapped his jaw shut, swallowing hard and jerking his eyes away from Finn, desperate for something else to focus on. His gaze landed on Leo, right next to him, which was not better.

Leo. He could see his toned chest through the fitted t-shirt he was wearing, and he wanted to reach out and touch. Fuck.

He could feel all the walls he had built up over the past four months crumbling down around him, and he started to panic. He was supposed to be getting over his feelings for Leo. Not growing them. Not adding Finn into the mix.

His breathing sped up. How was he this gone, for both of them? Was that even possible??

Pull it together Tremblay. He tried to talk himself down. Leo was his teammate. They were both his friends- friends like he had never had before. Those walls were there for a good fucking reason. He didn’t want to risk them.

He took a deep breath in through his nose, straightening his spine and pushing his shoulders back. He could do this. He looked back up and watched as Finn crooked a finger at him, calling him in to dance with them. The same way they always did when they were out together. His face was open and happy again. He just looked like normal Finn now. This was familiar. He could do this. The song kept playing.

“Hey yo I’m just like my country

I’m young, scrappy and hungry

And I’m not throwing away my, shot!”

He took one step closer, and… nope. It would appear he could not, in fact, do this. He couldn’t handle familiar right now. He was buzzed, and high on adrenaline from the game, and this song was in his bones and if he was going to get himself out of this spiral, he needed to be away from the boys that were causing it.

He shook his head at Finn and forced a tight smile, watching him shrug his acceptance and turn to James instead. Logan turned to head over to where Sirius was stood in the corner of the living room, the only other person who looked as bewildered as he was by the scene. He had barely taken a step before a long arm wrapped around his shoulders from behind, pulling in him close to the strong chest he was trying to run away from. He closed his eyes, feeling his body tense as Leo’s low voice sounded in his ear, his skin warm against Logan’s own. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as Leo sang, off-key as usual, in some sort of horrible French accent.

“I dream of life without a monarchy

The unrest in France will lead to ‘onarchy?

Onarchy? How you say, how you, oh, anarchy?

When I fight I make the other side panicky with my, shot!”

It was hilarious, but feeling Leo this close to him right now, in this moment, was overload. It took everything he had to pull out of Leo’s grasp, grabbing his wrist and spinning underneath him. He stood on his tiptoes to let Leo spin too, and then gently shoved him back toward Finn. He knew Leo would assume he was following, so he turned back to the living room and slid into place next to Sirius.

He stood there, watching Nado and Kuny—how the hell did even Kuny know this song??—singing drunkenly on top of the couch, and tried to will his heart into submission.

After a few moments, Sirius’ voice sounded next to him. “Do you have any idea what this is?”

Logan shook his head, glancing over. “Non. But apparently we should be looking into it.”

Sirius just nodded, looking at him. Logan liked this about Sirius. He was quiet, and he didn’t mind if people were quiet around him. He always seemed to know when Logan needed a minute. He guessed that’s what made him a good captain. Logan felt calmer just being beside him. The two of them stood together in silence for a few minutes, until the whole house broke out into a chorus of ‘whoa’’s, and Sirius glanced over at him again. “You ok?”

“I’ll be better once this fucking song ends. How long is this thing?”

Sirius laughed at that, agreeing, and Logan felt his confidence coming back. He felt safer there, in the corner, watching Finn and Leo from afar. The distance had at least allowed his heart to stop pinging around his chest like a goddamn pinball machine. He was feeling, if not completely back in control, at least much more so than before.

“I’m good, Cap.” He meant it.

Sirius’ eyes were on his. “Ok. You know I’m here though, if you need me.”

“I know.” He shot Sirius a grateful smile. “Thanks, Sirius. Really.”

Sirius nodded, turning away as the song finally ended. Someone switched over to a dance playlist, and the living room turned into a de facto dance floor. Logan and Sirius stayed where they were for another song, until everyone else seemed to be either dancing, or involved in a game of what looked like Spoons at the dining room table. Logan drained the last of his rum and coke and turned to Sirius as he pushed off the wall toward the now empty kitchen. “I’m going to get another drink. You want anything?”

“No thanks. I’m good.” Sirius responded quietly, his expression soft. Logan followed his gaze over to where Loops was dancing with Lily and smiled. He clapped Sirius on the shoulder. “Ok, Cap. Have fun.”

---

A few shots and nearly an hour later, Logan was feeling as close to normal as he figured he would be able to pull off that night, teaching the Hoedown Throwdown choreography to a very enthusiastic Leo and Finn as someone’s country playlist blasted through the house. The team’s excitement for their freshly earned play-off spot had rubbed off on him again over the past hour, and he was enjoying himself, even if he was still a bit on edge.

It only took a few songs for them to ace the dance, and after they killed it to some song about chicken and tractors that Finn had sang every single word to, there was a break in the music while Nat and Talker argued over who got to choose next. They took the opportunity to their breath.

“Well, since we’re waiting anyway, I’m going to go grab another drink.” Finn swiped a hand through his sweat-tousled hair and looked between Logan and Leo. “Do you want anything?”

Leo shook his head, eyes bright against his dance-flushed cheeks. “No thanks. I think I’m done drinking for the night. We have a team meeting early tomorrow I don’t want to be hungover for.”

Logan still had half a drink in his hand, so Finn took off to the kitchen and left the two of them to discuss who they could drag into their next dance, which Finn had decided for reasons Logan didn’t understand, to try and learn as a square instead of a triangle.

A new song finally started to play as they scanned the room, and as the beat came across the speakers, Logan recognized it with a frustrated groan.

Wicked Games. One of the few songs that he used to have multiple versions of on his playlist. A song that he had had to take off said playlist, because it got him in his head about Finn and Leo.

Of course someone would put this song on right when he had gotten his shit back together. Of fucking course.

He took a long drink from his glass and looked up at Leo, who was still looking around the room for participants. He watched as the colour-changing living room lighting lit up the taller boy’s face: blue, then green, then orange.

“The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you”

Leo glanced over at him, and then did a double take, turning to fully face him. He scanned Logan’s face, eyebrows furrowing as concern flashed through his warm blue eyes. Logan sighed through his nose. Fucking Knutty. He always knew.

“And I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you”

When Logan didn’t make a move to explain anything, Leo just nodded and took a step back.

“You know what?” he started. “Let’s just do it as three. Finn’ll get over it. I don’t want to dance with anyone else right now.”

Logan knew Leo was only saying it for his sake. But he couldn’t be bothered to try and pretend he was down for an audience right now, so he just nodded and stepped into what would be his place in the triangle when Finn came back. Leo turned to assess the space around them, and Logan let himself watch again. He never got sick of looking at Leo. Kind, thoughtful, annoyingly perceptive, beautiful Leo. The lyrics of the song repeated, over and over.

“No I, don’t wanna fall in love, with you.”

“I think we’re going to need more room. Or someone’s going to get hurt.” Leo mused as he looked at the floor around them, trying to work out the logistics of the coordinated drunk jumping that was going to happen. One of his curls fell over his eyes. Logan resisted the urge to reach up and move it away.

“What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way

What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you”

Logan’s chest twisted and he pulled his gaze away. Fuck this song. He was going to kill Talkie for this. He could feel himself taking a nose-dive back to where he had been earlier that evening. Why couldn’t he shake these feelings tonight? He could always shake them. He was a master at shaking off feelings. This was ridiculous.

He decided to look for something they could push out of the way for more space, to give himself something to focus on. That was a task he could do.

But before he could move, a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind, the weight of a full-grown hockey player landing on his back and making him stumble forward. Pots’ voice was teasing in his ear. “Wicked Game is right, hey Tremzy??”

Logan’s breath caught in his throat as he froze in place, half bent over trying to regain his balance. Had Pots noticed? Was he being obvious?

“W-what?” he choked out.

James pulled him up and spun around him until they were face to face, his grin lopsided and his eyes a little glazed from the drinks he had clearly been celebrating with. “Wicked Game! Because you played a wicked game! Get it!? You got us the game winner, Tremz.” He looked wobbly on his feet, smiling dreamily. “You got us to the playoffs.”

Relief flooded Logan’s system. He hadn’t noticed. Nobody noticed. It was fine.

It didn’t feel fine.

“Oh. Ya, I guess.” He forced a little laugh.

“Come, my baby Canadian.” James bowed toward him, extending a hand. “I owe you this dance for getting me one step closer to my baby bathing in the cup.”

“Shut up, Pots.” Logan turned as an annoyed voice sounded behind them. Sirius, the inventor of superstition himself, walked by and smacked James gently upside the head. “Knock on wood. Now.”

“Ow,” James grumbled, rubbing his head and knocking on the doorframe he watched Sirius walk through, “how does he do that? It’s like he has a seventh sense for bad luck.”

Logan prayed James would follow Sirius away. But instead he just grinned and shoved Logan toward the center of the dance floor.

Logan did not want to be there anymore. James had freaked him out, and the stupid song was still playing. For the second time that night he wished he knew where the fucking skip button was located in this ridiculously oversized house.

Logan grabbed James’ arm and pulled him to a stop, leaning into him to prevent him going further. He turned on his best fake smile. “Hey Pots. I know I got the goal, but do you know who you really owe this dance to?”

James looked at him suspiciously. “Who?”

“Leo. We wouldn’t have won without his unreal performance tonight. You should get him first.”

James gasped. “You are right, Tremblay. Ok. I will get him first. But I will be back for you! Don’t move!”

Logan watched James wobble backward across the living room, shooting finger guns back at Logan until he crashed into a very amused-looking Leo.

When Logan figured the two of them were engaged enough to not notice him leaving, he slipped off in search of a quiet place to hang out for a while. He found a dark hallway off the end of the dining room and slid down to sit on the hardwood floor. His hands were shaking again as he pulled out his phone and opened the group chat he had with his sisters.

He missed his sisters. He hadn’t told them about his feelings for either of the boys—for any boy, really—but he knew that if he messaged them, they would talk him down without prying. And that was what he wanted right now. He shot off a simple, ‘you guys awake?’ message, and waited for the reply.

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Leo

Leo was wandering around the main floor of Sirius’ house, looking for Logan. He was worried about him. Logan had been on edge all night, keeping his distance and forcing smiles that didn’t reach his eyes. Leo could tell he was trying to hide something, and after catching the way he had looked at Finn in the kitchen earlier, it wasn’t hard to guess what that something was.

He had been watching Logan and Finn dance around each other, figuratively and literally, for months now. It was hard, watching these boys—these boys that made him ache with how each of them had burrowed their way into his soul—watch each other. It made him feel like he was drowning.

He had told himself when he came to Gryffindor that he was here for hockey, that he wasn’t going to get involved with anyone. Get attached to anyone. But here he was, the world’s biggest idiot, falling head over heels for not one, but two of the literal worst possible people to fall for. His home roommate and his travel roommate. Both, to the best of his knowledge, very closeted. Both very interested in someone else. Both very interested in each other. It was a bit of a disaster.

But disaster or not, Leo wasn’t going to let Logan feel like he was alone tonight. He knew firsthand how much support from the people who love you mattered, even if you weren’t ready to talk about it yet.

He poked his head into the kitchen and found Finn, looking deep in conversation with Natalie, but Logan wasn’t with him. He was a bit concerned about Finn, too. He also seemed a bit off this evening, and he never had come back from his last drink break. But Finn was safe with Natalie for now, so Logan was his priority for the moment.

He checked a few more rooms before he caught a glimpse of Logan’s ever-present snapback out of the corner of his eye. He was sitting on the floor in the dark end of an empty hallway, the glow from his phone screen lighting up his face.

Leo moved cautiously toward him, and when he didn’t look up, slid to the floor to sit next to him.

“Hey.” He offered softly.

Logan looked up at him with a small, fleeting smile, his usually bright green eyes looking tired. “Hey.”

Leo scanned his face, trying to decide whether Logan wanted to talk. “What are you up to?”

“Just texting my sisters.”

Leo nodded, understanding, and looked away, giving Logan the chance to go back to his phone if he wanted to. Logan looked back down at the screen and typed out a final message before clicking the screen off and shoving it back in his pocket.

They sat quietly next to each other for a few minutes, just listening to the music. After a while, Logan broke the silence.

“It’s crazy that we’re heading to the playoffs.” He said quietly.

That made Leo smile a bit. He looked back over at Logan. “You played incredible tonight.” He said sincerely. “All season, really. I think we earned it.”

Logan’s lips quirked up a bit at the compliment. “Thanks, Nutty. We really did.”

They fell back into their comfortable silence, sitting shoulder to shoulder and watching what they could see of the dining room down the hall. In the lights of the party, Pots and Sirius were teasing Remus about something they couldn’t hear. Remus blushed a deep red and Sirius laughed as he pulled him in for a kiss.

“We’re really lucky.” Leo said, hoping that Logan knew he wasn’t just talking about the game anymore. When Logan didn’t respond, he looked over to see him pulling at the seams of his jeans, looking like he might be on the verge of tears. The sight pulled at Leo’s chest. He wanted to take Logan’s face in his hands and wipe away that look forever.

But he knew that wasn’t what Logan wanted. So instead he stood, holding out a hand to the shorter boy. He would be here for him in whatever way Logan needed. “You wanna get another drink? Or are you ready to head out?”

Logan looked up at him with reddened eyes, and Leo’s heart felt like it was breaking with every beat. And when Logan put his hand in his and the sparks flooded over his whole body, Leo closed his eyes and willed them away.

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imma-lil-teapot · 4 years

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TMNT 2003/2k3 Headcanon: Crying - (Leonardo)

Feel free to scroll past this first part if you’re not interested in my silly rambling and nonsense. I won’t mind. Promise. ;)

Okey-dokey then, with the global epidemic that is the Coronavirus well in action and most of the world stuck in lockdown (starting this Friday for us too), felt like getting the ‘ol creative juices flowing with a little headcanon-y thingy in preparation for -possibly- more fandom writings to keep myself busy during the house arrest (well... it kinda is!) and hopefully my mind off all the bad news. :(

Also, this is totally my first one on the blog! WOOT! Please bear in mind that I’m SUPER rusty! Haven’t written in ages so there are bound to be typos and all matter of general errors scattered throughout the post. Don’t pet them! They bite!

Anyhoo~ Despite attempting to create and share with the goal in mind to uplift spirits, I decided to start on a rather upsetting subject (PLEASE DON’T LEAVE! They end on happy notes ;) ) because, Imma just come and say it, I enjoy seeing my favourite characters shed tears (not for just any old reason -their personality plays a huge role in this- and CERTAINLY not for sadistic reasons, land sakes no! But... well, you’ll see~ ;) ) It makes me all gooey and fuzzy inside to see them display such raw emotion and I just wanna leap into the TV screen to hug and console them. I dunno why. Maybe I’m nuts like that. (Remembers Raph crying at the farm when Leo was badly injured and wishes she could just hug them all and take away the pain) Oh well, if you enjoy visualizing the same, then *High Fives*. :)

So yeah, if you read the title, you’ll know this is based on the 2003/2k3 series (my favs). Hope you all enjoy~ :D Grab tissues cause sad turts ahead! :’(

Jibber jabber stops here~

TURTLES~

LEONARDO - You are here

RAPHAEL

DONATELLO - Coming soon

MICHELANGELO - Coming soon

WARNING(S): Because of the subject, Angst and Hurt/Comfort will be present.

RATING: G (General)

WORD COUNT: Don’t have the foggiest.

ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD:

And apparently gifs too, so without further ado: (Completely unintentional but in actuality, totally intentional rhyming)...

TO THE HEADCANONS~~~~

~LEONARDO~

-- It’s no easy feat to make the leader in blue turn on the waterworks. Leo won’t cry for any old reason. It’s not because he has no emotions, far from it, but being the leader of a small ninja clan -who happen to be family as well- is no easy task in itself: he has a lot on his young shoulders and deals with many issues on a daily basis few his age ever have to.

-- It’s because of these reasons that Leo doesn’t cry often. One of the lesser likely to out of the four brothers. But when he does, it’s an emotionally distressing sight to behold.

-- Leo tends to cry whenever those closest to him -namely his brothers, his father/master and truest friends- are severely injured or are in a dire situation. Remember his angry/moody arc? The thought of losing any of them causes him great pain and distress, especially if he were the cause of any of it, and when that happens, he can’t stop the dampness that forms around his eyes and soaks into his mask.

-- He’s not fond of crying, especially in front of others, even though he fully comprehends its normalcy. He feels he needs to be everyone’s rock, their fortress of physical and emotional stability to turn to for strength when things get rough... So when the tears start to fall, he feels he can’t show them, can’t allow them to watch him crumble under the gripling weight of helplessness and anguish.

-- He frantically wipes at his eyes and desperately attempts not to sniffle, but it’s a hopeless battle, for his tears are already a steady stream.

-- He’ll try to hide when possible, usually retreating to his room to allow the worst of the emotions to spill over before returning to the others... Though he may be in there a while: when Leo lets his emotions go, it can be just as powerful as his red-banded brother’s rage.

-- He spares no time in making sure the coast is clear for the tears are already streaming by the time he reaches his futon, and there’s no stopping them now as he lets himself drop to his knees, only halfway onto the mattress. He purposefully leaves the room unlit, cloaking his form in the darkness.

-- He sniffs a few times as he shuffles up against the wall, sitting upright against it, bringing his legs up and hugging them loosely and droops his head against a single knee pad.

-- His voice desperately wishes to escape. To express its misery. But he won’t allow it to, often placing one hand over his face in a bid to quell the sadness and remain silent in the battle against his own inner turmoil. He refuses to let anyone see him in that state of utter sorrow and vulnerability.

-- He whimpers ever so slightly and coughs a few times as breathing becomes difficult. He knows this episode won’t be over any time soon. Fortunately, he keeps some tissues next to his bed for such rare occasions and tries not to blow too loudly. He thinks back to the last time he cried so hard... It’s been a while. It felt like a build up.

-- Time has been forgotten as he’s lost in deep thought. By the time he slips a hand across his eyes, only the material of his mask is still slightly damp. He clears his nostrils a couple of times before considering whether he was ready to return to his family. He’d of course straighten up his bedding beforehand, and would also require a trip to the bathroom to wash his face. A true ninja leaves no evidence.

-- Leo tries to put the horrifying images out of head before leaving his quarters. He doesn’t wish to be weighed down again and thus maybe cause his emotions to come out a second time. He knew someone would catch on that time. Instead, he holds his head up high, focusing on the there and now to carry him forward.

BONUS EXTRA~

-- Failure is also one of his greatest foes. Leo despises it, but not in the irrational sense; he fully comprehends that in order to grow, one has to lose in order to learn and thus, succeed in turn, and while it can frustrate him when he’s unsuccessful at mastering a martial arts technique for example, he understanders it’s part of the process and that no one’s perfect.

-- It’s when his slipups could spell casualties or death to his family and/or friends is when it weighs down on him like a boulder strapped to his shell.

-- A really big one.

-- And it hurts. So much so that it causes him to become despondent and often teary-eyed when no one’s looking.

-- Boi Bloo might also cry from especially sad movie scenes. He gets seriously into the story, and when the scene is just right -perfect music, perfect timing etc.- you may just catch Fearless with watery eyes.

-- He can’t help it. After all, he’s a leader, and very caring and kind-hearted individual, so movies showing children or anyone/anything defenceless getting hurt has him not only visibly upset, but also angry at the cause. He’s a softie like that.

-- He won’t have a meltdown, of course, but the tears are definitely there. Just don’t tease him too much; he’s easily embarrassed by it. ;)

BONUS EXTRA EXTRA FEMALE READER OR S/O EDITION~ (Can also use an OC/FC insert if you wish, up to you)

You had figured something was up by the time you’d finished greeting everyone in the Splinterson household except for the Turtle you’d long to see most and he hadn’t made his presence yet known.

The idea that he must’ve been practicing or meditating swiftly vanished when Mikey told you he’d been in his room in the dark for the past few hours. “The guy hardly ever naps, and even so, never this long.” He’d told you. “I dunno, (Y/N), we were about to check on ‘im when you arrived, but maybe you should be the one to. Think he’d really appreciate it.” And there was absolutely no argument from your side as you were already making your way up to the room.

You didn’t know what to expect as you neared the doorway. Could he possibly still just be sleeping? Meditating in the dark instead of his usual spot by the training area? Or... was he sick? The latter now had you concerned and you picked up your pace... Only to pause mid step when an unmistakable sound reached your ears: a sniffle.

Had it come from within his room? It was the only logical explanation as everyone else was downstairs. You were truly perturbed now as you stood outside the doorway and called out the ‘eldest’ Turtle’s name.

There was some shuffling to be heard but you were unable to tell for sure what he was doing -probably trying to neaten up his bed- “(Y/N)? Just a second, okay?” he responded in a rather awkward verging on frantic tone, and you were certain you heard another sniffle escape him.

That, along with the way he’d replied really didn’t help to put your mind at ease. “Leo, are you alright?” Nor was the pitch blackness in which he remained concealed in.

“Yeah, just... l-looking for something.” There was some more shuffling as if to prove his point, but you were having none of it.

“Then maybe this,” you began, turning around to flick the light switch, “will help?”

“No! Wait!” But it was a split second too late for as soon the brightness illuminated the entire room, you had caught the telltale signs of an emotional meltdown in progress plastered on his face before he quickly turned away and briskly wiped an arm across his face, attempting to hide the shame... or perhaps embarrassment?

“Leo...?” your heart and voice softened, “Hey, what’s wrong?” You automatically walked to him, closing the gap he was now trying to form.

“Nothing,” he lied, and acknowledged it was a fruitless attempt but still couldn’t stop himself. Autopilot panic mode was enabled now. “It’s nothing.”

Unfortunately for him, autopilot mother hen mode was activated for you as you reached with both hands to his carapace and shoulder, gently turning him to face you. “I can see that it’s something.” Your words were gentle, and you wanted nothing more than to take away his pain. “Look at me, Honey.” His body was turned but his head remained to the side. It was clear he didn’t want his obvious distress on display, even to you. “Please, Leo?” You tried again, and slowly but surely, his eyes met yours, and you felt your heart sink further.

The fabric of his mask was wet and eyes were still red with fresh tears that threatened to fall. He appeared so broken and helpless as he stared at you, and even though he uttered no words, you could practically hear him despairingly ask “Is this what you wanted? To see me at my lowest?” from his expression alone.

Never had you witnessed the leader of this band of mutant brothers cry. At times you had wondered if he ever did, and yet here he was; the incredible pillar of strength and dignity you had come to know and adore, in tears and so dejected that you couldn’t stop your own eyes from becoming damp the more you gazed at him. “Oh, Sweety...” You whispered as you felt your soul shatter. It was too much to bear. You slowly wrapped your arms around him, one around the midsection and the other over his shoulder, and buried your face into his leathery neck, offering every ounce of comfort you could muster.

It didn’t take him long at all to sink into the embrace and return the action. Beyond the point of concerning himself with showing the pain he felt -or the wetness now soaking into your shoulder when he placed his forehead against it- he sniffed and finally allowed the tears to fall once again as fresh waves of emotion surged throughout his body.

And this time, he couldn’t keep the whimpering to himself.

“Shh~ It’s okay, it’s okay,” you soothed, lightly patting and rubbing along the scutes of his shell as he weakly sobbed, finally letting go of all the sadness that gripped him.

You weren’t even aware of what was wrong, and you most likely wouldn’t find out til later once he calmed down, but right now, he just needed you to hold him. Hold him until the hurt was gone... And so you would.

AND THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE!

ALL THE FEELS!! I EMBARRASS!!

OMGosh, this turned into a monster! The mother of all HCs!! :O No seriously, this wasn’t meant to be this long! I was suppose to squish all four into one itty bitty little post, but then it just grew... and grew... and GREW! Personally, I blame the Reader Bonus but I’d be damned if I didn’t enjoy writing it! ;P You guys here on Tumblr got me slightly addicted to them and have wanted to attempt some myself so... Anyhoo~ I can’t really say if I’m entirely content with the whole thing, I dunno. I feel some parts are better than others (writing style-wise) but yeah, I really need to get back into the swing of things...

Speaking of which, I DO plan on adding my two cents on the other bois as well, but judging by how this one turned out, they’ll most likely all be this length, more or less, so each Turt will get his own post so I can really jot down those details with all the freedom in the world! That being said, I can’t say when they’ll be added but hopefully soon-ish. :) Raph's next on the list!

Thank you all so much for the read and hope you enjoyed~ :D

~Drag0n Mistr3ss’ Random Fandoms*

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maverickbowie · 3 years

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Simba || Maverick Bowie Moore Self Para #003

Maverick was twelve years old when he first met Leo back in Seattle. He could still remember their first interaction as if it just happened that morning. Midway through the seventh grade and he was placed with the Griffon’s. Still struggling to get used to a new placement, he was late to school, escorted into his English class they were working on some project and Leo’s partner had been out sick, so they got stuck together. At first it was a friendship built off of insulting each other. Maverick made fun of Leo’s name, saying he might as well be named Simba. Leo made fun of Maverick’s lisp. By the time class was over, they were laughing as if they had always been friends. The rest was more or less history. They hung out after school in the park, the arcade, and the music shop. Rarely did they spend time at each other’s house, both making up weak lies about strict parents or not being allowed to have company before dinner.

As time went on, Maverick realized he wanted to spend so much time with the other because he had a small crush on him. But being thirteen and not understanding his sexuality, he simply buried those feelings, finding excuses that seemed viable to convince Leo to sneak out so they could go skateboarding around town in the middle of the night. Anything to get him away from the foster home that he hated so much. Those were nights that seemed so heavy while they avoided talking about anything serious, making each other laugh as they did simple tricks on the curbs and complained about homework they hadn’t finished yet. There was always a tension between them that neither of them talked about. If only they knew back then that those times would be easy compared with what was to come.

The McEachren House was a residential facility for unaccompanied youths providing assistance for those who were separated from their parents, were transitioning from detention centers, or for mental health reasons could no long be living with their families. Or that’s what the mission statement said. When Maverick arrived in the middle of the night, with nothing except some borrowed clothes from Silas and a haphazardly packed backpack from his social worker, it might as well have been purgatory. It was dark and unwelcoming. The entire house smelled a little musty, like unwashed sports gear and old furniture. He had been shown to a small room, already darkened since his new roommate was already supposed to be asleep and told that he would get a proper tour in the morning. After the night he had had, he couldn’t help but cry alone in the dark until the person in the bunk above his started moving. When the boy climbed down, he was more than prepared for a fight but he felt nothing but relief when he saw Leo’s familiar face staring back at him.

For the months that Maverick was in the group home, he leaned heavily on Leo for support and did the best to support his friend as well. Most nights involved one of them climbing into the other’s bunk, seeking comfort or offering comfort. In those private moments, they shared secrets and fears, things at least on Maverick’s part that he never shared with anybody else. Within those darkened hours they also shared a first in the ways of a few stolen kisses. Never anything more, never discussed, never even hinted at once the sun started to rise. It was just another secret that stayed within that darkened room, as was everything they talked about.

Just as quickly as he was put into the house, Maverick was snatched out of it. A new placement was waiting for him in Chicago. The moment he left, he regretting never telling Leo how he felt. His first crush, his first kiss, gone without any possibility of coming in contact with him again. By then he was almost fifteen and he knew the drill of being moved to a new placement. Say goodbye to your old friends, you old life, and a lot of the time your old possessions. This was one move that really effected Maverick in a million negative ways. He had been in Seattle for almost two years, building friendships with Leo, as well as Avery and Silas and Silas’s family. For a while he was even convinced that Silas’s family was going to try to adopt him but that’s a story for another time.

The months ticked by, morphing into years but there was never a day that went by that Maverick didn’t miss Leo. When he woke up in the middle of the night, filled with panic and tears, he only wanted Leo’s comfort and the safety of that darkened room back in the group home. But he knew better to hold on to hope that he might run into anybody from his past. Even after he was adopted and given permission to get social media, even encouraged to reach out to his old friends, he made no effort to do so. That was something he was scared of doing. All those memories weren’t something he wanted to fuck with. Things were safe in his memories. There was no telling what had changed with his Seattle friends in the almost three years since he had been gone.

Luxor Academy seemed like a fever dream with so many people from Maverick’s past. But he was happy to see every single one of them. Sure a lot of his biggest fears came true as his past relationships, once he held so close to his heart fell apart by his own hand. It was still something he never thought he would ever get. Reunions with those he held so dearly to his heart. Rooming with Leo in France was both a blessing and a curse. No more strangers beside him but things were rocky with Leo still after what seemed like endless fights. The odd bit was whenever they needed each other in the middle of the night, it was as if nothing ever changed.

Sharing a room with Leo again gave Maverick a front row ticket to whatever downward spiral the other was on. No matter how hard he tired, he notice almost every little change that happened, watching in concern as Leo slipped back to the condescending, hypocritical asshole that he had always been. It killed him inside knowing that he couldn’t do anything to help anymore. Although he did begin to question the legitimacy of their ability to help each other. It was more likely that they found comfort in the familiar faces in a scary new place after whatever trauma had landed them both there. Without the shared suffering, maybe they had grown too much in different directions.

Whatever the reason, it didn’t deter Maverick from still worrying and carrying for Leo, especially as he fell deeper and deeper. The weekend that he left, while it took him too long to notice that his roommate was gone, he took noticed of how distraught he was when he returned. As much as he wanted to, he didn’t know how to ask what was going on or how to begin to help. The best he could do was try. And try he did, offering help when he could, hanging out with him so he wasn’t alone. But all that did was give Maverick a closer look at how bad off Leo was and get even more concerned.

When the campus exchange to New Zealand happened, Maverick wanted to be happy. Less than 1000 miles from where they were staying was the actual Shire from Lord of the Rings, complete with Hobbit holes that he could visit. But between everything going on with him and worrying about Leo and the massive hangover, the flight from France to New Zealand was anything but enjoyable. The entire first day, he spent in his room, nursing his hangover.

The next day, he figured he should start unpacking some of his haphazardly packed bags. Everything had simply been shoved into bags and boxes with no rhyme or reason as to where they were put. The only things that were packed with care were his guitars. He was just starting to dig through his bags when he heard a crash coming from the other room. He exited his room just in time to see Leo bolting from the room, blood dripping from his hand. Panic and concern filled his chest and he raced after his friend. For a while he managed to keep pace behind Leo as he raced off campus as if the mafia was after him. But the further he ran, the harder it got for Maverick to keep up the chase. Once he realized how lost and exhausted he was, he also noticed that he had lost Leo. Trying to catch his breath, he continued to walk on tired legs in the direction that seemed right. But how would he knew for sure. At least the street signs were in English as well as the words that the patrons on the street spoke. Although they might as well have been speaking another language, thick accents with strange words muddled by the pounding in his ears from the run and the hangover that still lingered from the day before.

How long he continued to walk, he couldn’t be sure. He wanted to find Leo, scared of what the other might do or what might happen to him in this new place. He was cursing the boy and himself for following him, already preparing to tear strips into Leo when he found him, when the sounds of car horns filled the air. At first it was easy to ignore, just a random beep rather than someone angrily holding the horn down in a fit of road rage. The further he walked, the more frequent they got. When he finally decided to look into the street he saw why but he saw too late to react. Leo--his Leo--in the middle of the road as a large vehicle slammed into him. It was like a scene from a horror movie happening in slow motion while he stood frozen to the ground.

Everything was silent as the world reacted around him. Cars stopped, people screamed and talked loudly, calling for emergency responders and rushed forward to help. But Maverick was glued to the ground, his mouth open in a silent scream as he watched someone he loved crumple to the ground like a rag doll. It seemed like an eternity before he had control over his body again, but in reality it was only a matter of second. He pushed through the crowd, kneeling beside a crash test dummy version of his best friend. Bloodied and bruised and torn apart, he was almost sure this wasn’t his Leo.

Everything moved in a blur around them. EMTs arrived and asked question after question. Strangers tried to answer but nobody knew anything. It was a single question directed at him that brought him back to reality for a moment. Does anyone know his name? His name. His name. His name is so stupid. That’s why he called him Simba. It was just as stupid.

“Leo.” He spoke up, unsure if he would even be heard over the commotion. But the EMT’s used his name as they tried to get a response out of the unconscious boy. As he was loaded into the ambulance, Maverick didn’t hesitate to follow, telling them he was his brother. He sat in the corner of the ambulance, his hand into Leo’s hair as he watched them work on him, flying through the streets of whatever city this was.

At the hospital, he waited, sitting in the waiting room outside the surgery room, clothes soaked with Leo’s blood, trying to think of something to do. Who to call. But everything came up empty. He didn’t want to leave the waiting room the nurses had taken him to, just in case a doctor came out and needed something. He filled out paperwork the best he could and waited some more. The moment he was out of surgery, he was demanding to be taken back to him. Leo wasn’t awake yet, which was probably a good thing since he broke down into sobs the second he laid eyes on him, dropping to his knees beside the bed, filled with relief and anger that Leo was okay.

#para: self #simba #tw: suicide #tw: blood #tw: hospital #TW: car crash

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Always Remember Us This Way

https://youtu.be/p1godKRBeZc

Sorry if this is crap I was typing it at midnight while listening to the song and I sometimes get twisted around while writing and listening to music.

That Arizona sky burning in your eyes

You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fire

It's buried in my soul like California gold

You found the light in me that I couldn't find

I had moved to California four years ago leaving my home and family in New York. The hardest part about moving wasn't leaving my family or my home. It was leaving my not so normal friends and my crush. I miss the four boys. My mutant ninja turtles, but most of all I miss him. His entrancing electric ocean blue eyes, and his kind smile. He supported my decision to move to California to pursue my dream to become a singer.

So when I'm all choked up

but I can't find the words

I regret not telling him my feelings before I left. Now it hurts more knowing that I missed my chance to tell him. I tell myself he would be proud of me now. I'm a successful singer and song writer. I wonder if they have heard any of my songs on the radio. Most of my songs are about them and our adventures.

Every time we say goodbye

Baby, it hurts

This past year I have really missed the leader in blue. His kind smile and calm nature that always made me feel at peace with life.

When the sun goes down

And the band won't play

I'll always remember us this way

I watch as the sunsets from my balcony of my beach house. The sunset was beautiful here but it means nothing to me if he isn't by my side looking at me with those entrancing blue eyes. My parents have been bugging me to come back New York to at least visit them. April texts me almost daily telling me about what's been going on there with the boy. She's said that Leo has become stricter on the guys since I've left. I can't help but wonder if it is because of me leaving.

Lovers in the night

poets trying to write

we don't know how to rhyme

but, damn, we try

I remember the little notes Leo would leave in my apartment for me to find when I got home from work or school. Sometimes they were just random thoughts while others were poems that he came up with. Some times they didn't rhyme but it didn't matter to me. I still loved them nonetheless. I miss them. They always seemed to brighten up my day.

But all I really know

You're where I wanna go

the part of me that's you will never die

I watch as the clouds go by outside the plane window. I can't take it anymore. I have to see him. I have to tell him how I feel about him. Where ever he is; is where I want to be. I hear the pilot speak over the intercom telling us that the plane would be landing in a few minutes.

So when I'm all choked up

but I can't find the words

every time we say goodbye

baby, it hurts

I feel my nerves start to build up as I exit the plane and go to get my luggage before being met by April.

“(Y/N)!” she calls out happily as we see each other. We share a heartfelt hug before heading out of the airport and to April's car talking about what I've missed since I've been gone.

When the sun goes down

and the band won't play

I'll always remember us this way

We drop off my luggage at April's apartment before going out onto the busy streets of New York to go to the lair. I can feel my nerves getting to me as I think about seeing him again after four years. April must have noticed my nervousness because she places her hand on my shoulder and gives me a reassuring smile. I smile back as we enter the sewers through a manhole.

Oh, yeah

I don't wanna be just a memory, baby, yeah

We are soon standing at the entrance to the lair. The familiar smell of the sewer and pizza mixed together hits my nose. I see Mikey sitting on the couch playing video games like he normally does.

“Hey Guys!” April calls out getting the orange clad turtle's attention. He turns around to look at the entrance. The biggest grin I've ever seen spreads across his face at the sight of me.

“(Y/N)!” he yells excitedly as he jumps over the couch and rushes towards me. The youngest turtle picks me up into a bone crushing hug and begins to spin me around happily. I let out joyous laughter as I hug the mutant back happily.

“Mikey!” I hear a gruff and aggravated voice yell. Mikey sets me down allowing me to now see Raph.

“Hey Raph!” I greet happily earning a shocked look from the brute.

“You're back.” the brute says before coming up and giving me a hug. He pulls away just as Donnie comes out of his lab curiously. A goofy smile spreads across the purple clad turtle's face once he sees me.

“Hey Brains!” I say walking up and giving him a hug which he returns.

“What's going on here?!” I hear a familiar voice say but it sounds different as well. It's almost cold in tone instead of it's normal calm and kind tone. I look around Donnie to see him.

When I'm all choked up

but I can't find the words

There he was. The leader in blue standing in all his glory. His eyes didn't hold the warmth that they used to. They were almost icy cold which made my heart hurt. I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of me leaving.

“Hey Blue.” I say softly coming out from behind Donnie. I watch as his attention turns to me. His icy gaze soon turning into one of shock then happiness.

“(Y/N)?” he questions as he walks towards me.

“It's me Blue.” I reply looking at him. I watch as his eyes gloss over as he stops standing directly in front of me. I didn't notice that the others had left the room leaving us alone.

Every time we say goodbye

baby, it hurts

“I missed you Blue.” I say tears threatening to escape my (E/C) eyes.

“I missed you too.” Leonardo says on the brink of tears. He wraps me in a warm embrace which I return without a second thought. He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. I inhale his scent of sweat and sandalwood.

“I'm sorry I left Blue.” I whisper out.

“Don't be sorry (Y/N). You were pursuing your dreams. There's nothing wrong with that.” Leo says softly after pulling back to look me in the eyes.

When the sun goes down

and the band won't play

I'll always remember us this way, oh, yeah

“I have something to tell you that I should have told you before I left four years ago.” I say looking at him.

“What is it (N/N)?” he asks concerned.

“I like you Leo. No I love you and it pained me to leave. I thought I was doing the right thing by not telling you before I left, but looking back now I was wrong.” I say looking down with sad (E/C). I feel Leo place a large finger under my chin and lift my head up to look him in the eyes. Tears were pricking at the edges of his eyes.

“I love you too (N/N), and I'm glad you came back.” He says with a happy smile despite his tears. I start to cry with joy. We look into each others eyes and it seems like the whole world fades away from us as we lean in. Our lips soon connect into a soft and meaningful kiss that was filled with so many pent up emotions.

When you look at me

and the whole world fades

I’ll always remember us this way

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #leo #tmnt 2016 #leo x reader

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saundraswriting · 4 years

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Hercules Chapter Five

SUMMARY:After a decent night's rest the BAU returns early to another dead teenager and more evidence. J.J. gets her explanation but is not pleased. Spencer pushes himself harder to try to find anything to help solve this case. In a fit of hopelessness Spencer asks Morgan to look at the map. With the breakthrough Spencer has a lot to connect.

WARNINGS: Spencer gets snippy cause he is tired. None really. Abuse of caffeine?

Previous // Next

Spencer woke to the sound of rushing water. He flailed awake and took a moment to get his bearings, he didn't remember falling asleep. He remembered being sent home and Morgan all but dragging him to the car. 'Morgan must be in the shower.' Spencer realized, stretching like a cat making a sinful noise in the back of his throat. 'I must have needed the sleep.' Spencer rolled out of bed and looked in the vanity mirror. His cover-up was still mostly intact, so he began picking out his clothes for the day.

"I'm going to be thinking hard-and pacing and writing. So let's forgo the waistcoat and just wear the purple shirt and black slacks." Spencer muttered to himself.

"You know talking to yourself is sign of insanity." Morgan teased. Spencer turned to reply. and froze. Morgan was wearing a pair of jeans. barefoot and shirtless-Spencer didn't know where to put his eyes.

Spencer didn't have a foot fetish but he couldn't help but drool a little over Morgan's bare feet- they were large and strong looking, like the rest of him-better than drooling over his well developed abs and pecs. Spencer could see a hint of their matching soul-mark and felt a pang in his gut. Spencer looked away to hide any expression on his face. When he looked back to Morgan's face, he'd pulled on a shirt and his cheeks were slightly darker than normal.

"I've never seen you barefoot before. It is a slightly disconcerting sight. Are you done in the bathroom?" Spencer felt a nervous thrumming under his skin, Derek's mark had drawn his gaze almost instantly. Spencer was hoping he hadn't given anything away. He was fidgety from ignoring the urge to touch it, to cross the last few feet of space between them.

"Yeah. I am done. Go ahead." Morgan folded his sleep clothes and put them back in his bag.

Spencer quickly dressed, covered his mark and gathered his things. Spencer handed Morgan's clothes back with a soft thank you. They left and were back at the station quicker than desired. " I'm gonna work with the maps, maybe the pattern deals with a category of places." Spencer made himself a cup of coffee while talking aloud.

Morgan passed him a bag of sugar. "Here, I got you this yesterday. Pass me a mug please?" He made his coffee and they walked into the bullpen.

Spencer made to head into his map room and Morgan followed.

Spencer traced the drawn out lines lightly with his fingers, talking to himself under his breath. "Are these the same? No? How about going in this direction? What made him choose these places to kill and dump?" Spencer stopped to cough. It was deep and thick and long. "Maybe drawing them in a different order? Connecting the dump sites to dump sites..."He trailed off, eyes closed and fingers twitching. Morgan pursed his lips in worry. He could see Spencer driving himself into the ground about this but Morgan knew there was nothing he could do to help. "Morgan! Can you come here?" Gideon waved him over. Morgan pushed off the door frame he was leaning against and walked over.

"Hotch and I are going to hit the field-with the recent body found-We have to dig something up from Blaine. J.J. is handling the press and locals. Morgan, I need you to please keep an eye out for Reid. He is pushing hard. He is going to crash. He needs some food. He isn't sleeping enough either." Gideon said. Morgan nodded. The older agents left with a nod. Morgan pulled a young uniform to the side. He handed him some cash and told him a very specific breakfast order.

“Spence, Breakfast will be here in like 45 minutes. We can look at this better with full bellies and fresh eyes." Morgan looked into the room to see Spencer looking at crime scene photo and locations on his map. Spencer waved at the door absentmindedly. Morgan only huffed in displeasure.

"Hey, Agent Morgan, we just found another body, RR on the right heel." One of the LEO's stood in the doorway.

" So murders on Saturday and Sunday. The end of the week and the start of the next, death and rebirth, old and new. No rhyme or reason to the victims or M.O. No discernible pattern to the locales either....Maybe the pattern is there isn't a pattern at all. This is just his learning stage, but then why sign the heel? This can't be a typical fantasy-satisfying killer. Could it be they all wronged him-is this revenge? Plain and simple? Is he getting back at parents, family?" Reid grabbed Ophelia and closed his eyes.

"Reid, hey, we have another body. I'm going to look at the scene. Forensics is looking for the kill site based off preliminary data. Evidence will be pouring in-can you go through it to find anything relevant" Morgan asked getting ready to go.

"Yes, Morgan. I can handle it." Spencer grinned. Morgan felt his stomach drop, the smile was boxy and strained. Spencer was putting on a façade, a weak one.

"Go, Morgan. You're needed. I'm more help here-me and my big ol' brain." Spencer's joke fell flat. Morgan cupped Spencer's face in his hands, pressing their foreheads together. Spencer could feel Morgan's breath on his lips. His heart pounded and palms grew sweaty at the closeness.

"No. Your brain is not your only good quality. You are so much more than your brain." Morgan practically snarled. Spencer felt his breath catch. Morgan looked ready to go to war, ready to make Spencer believe him. Spencer knew his best friend well enough to know that Morgan wasn't really mad at him but for him. He was angry at all the people that made Spencer feel this way.

"Okay, Morgan, I'm more than my brain." Spencer's grin was brighter than the sun and made Morgan's chest loosen. His stomach returned to its proper placement. "Now, go. I've got this handled."

Morgan left and shortly after the food he'd ordered arrived. "Agent Dr. Reid? Agent Morgan had me deliver this for the two of you, but he left...?" The LEO held up two bags. Spencer sighed and grabbed the bags thanking him. He opened them and gave a solitary chuckle. A Eggs Benedict and Banana Nut Muffin with a side of blueberries was in one of the bags for Spencer and the other held pancakes and omelet for Morgan. Spencer placed the second bag in the fridge and settle down to eat his food. The LEO came back with a carton in his hand. "Doctor! This too." It was a mix of orange and tropical fruit juice.

'Derek Morgan, I don't deserve you as a friend, let alone a soulmate.' He thought solemnly. He was eating his breakfast alone when a familiar voice interrupted him.

"Oh, does that look good or what! How did you get it?" J.J sat down graceful as always throwing Reid the stink eye. "Morgan arranged it. He left to do a body thing." Reid said fiddling with his half-empty glass of juice.

"Come on, Spence, let's go talk. I know your itching to get to your map." J.J pulled him along to his map room. "Okay, Doctor Reid, Mr. Genius, tell me your woes." J.J toed off her heels, sighing as she sat in an empty chair. Spencer sighed and leaned against the table.

"I found out 9 months ago that Derek was my match. I saw it when he was changing the bandage on the cut on his cheek from that Pedophile case. He had tilted his head and his mark was there-barely hidden by his shirt. I panicked and left for two days. I had arrangements made to leave, permanently. I didn't know what to do. We'd been best friends for years! How was I supposed to act? How was I supposed to feel?" Spencer took a breath, fingers pressed into his temples. "I'd fallen in love with him over the years. He sees me, not only my brain, not only my degrees, not only my quirks, but me. He accepts me and my brain and my degrees and my quirks. He has saved me, he has protected me he has rescued me. He cares for me. Derek Morgan is my best friend. My. Best. Friend. I knew seeing his mark that I loved my soulmate for him, not just as my match but my soulmate. But Morgan doesn't." Spencer wrapped his arms around himself. "I refuse to reveal this and have him feel obligated to me. Morgan would give up his future happiness to be with me, he is too good. He is straight, let him find someone he loves, someone who doesn't remind of the horrors we live through. Let him find someone who loves hi,, someone who makes him happy and someone he can make happy. Someone who can help the memories fade away. Not me-I'm not what he deserves." Spencer paced the length of the room breathing quickly.

"Spencer Reid! How dare you take that choice away from him. He is your soulmate! You are his too! How dare you choose who will bring him happiness for him!" J.J. demanded.

"J.J, I am giving him an out, a choice, to find someone he loves and deserves. Someone who brings him happiness, peace, safety, when he walks through the door. Someone for who Morgan wouldn't have to change for. I AM NOT THAT PERSON J.J.!" Spencer yelled. He froze instantly. "I'm-I'm sorry, J.J. I just... I am not that someone and I never will be." He finished quietly.

J.J stood silent as a mouse, tears brimming in her eyes. She couldn't imagine the pain Spencer was putting himself through. "You are wrong. For once in your life. You. Are. Wrong... You both deserve this and everything that comes with finding you soulmate." J.J. said vehemently. She left in a swish off her skirt and flash off blonde hair, leaving her shoes behind.

Spencer sighed and leaned back against a wall, thumping his head several times.

When Morgan returned from the crime scene several hours later, Gideon and Hotchner were still out interviewing suspects and families, it was to absolute silence. His breakfast was in the fridge, J.J.'s heels were outside the door to Spencer's room, and a few tables covered in bagged evidence.

"Hey! Someone want to fill me in, now, please?" Derek demanded. He glared at the loitering uniforms who were actively avoiding his gaze.

Matthew stepped forward . "I can. Dr. Reid and Agent Jareau sat down to talk in the map room but by the end they were yelling at each other, or rather talking loudly. Agent Jareau must have left her shoes there when she left the room. They were arguing about a 'him' and soulmarks. Since this morning about half an hour after you left, Dr. Reid has been cooped up pardon the few minutes he took to glance through the evidence. and get coffee. Agent Jareau has ben entertaining the press most of the day." Matthew was chewing his lip. "That is everything I know, agent Morgan." Morgan thanked Matthew even though he didn't particularly like him and sent him off. Morgan glanced back at the door and sighed staring intently.

"Do we have a master key? Or a key to this room specifically?" Morgan's questioning tone didn't hold room for refusal. A moment later a single golden key sat in Morgan's palm. He unlocked the door a trickle of apprehension running down his spine. A angry Spencer wasn't something to be trifled with, or an upset one, but can't be left alone either. He entered quietly but saw his caution was unnecessary because Spencer was too bus sucking down coffee and glaring at the walls.

"God damn it. How am I missing this? I need more coffee. Garcia! Do you have anything?" Spencer barked. His hair was a mess and his shirt was wrinkled.

"No, not yet. I'm trying Spencer. Calm down. Look at the big picture not the little details. We want to see not immediate family and jail time. How far are we going, Spencer?" Garcia sounded frantic-keystrokes coming through the speaker, sounding like gunshots.

"Aunts, Uncles, and first cousins to maybe third. Let me know, as soon as you get a hit." Spencer made to hang up but paused. "Garcia. Thank you." Spencer apologized.

"Anything for you, boy genius. Not a problem. Talk later." Garcia hung up. Spencer ran his hands through his hair a few times mussing it even further.

Morgan gave him a second to put himself back together again. "Pretty Boy!" Derek growled from behind gritted teeth.

Spencer froze instantly. He turned to face Morgan and shrunk in on himself. He took a few steps back, eyes wide and bouncing from Morgan and back again, chest rising and falling faster than a hummingbird's. "M-M-Morgan! What are you doing back so soon?" Spencer voice trailed off hearing the absurdity of his statement. He was trembling whether from exhaustion or panic Morgan wasn't sure.

"I am trying to help you. But every time I turn around your pushing harder and harder without caution for your own wellbeing." Morgan gesture encompassed the whole room. "Let me help you. What do you need from me?"

"Morgan, I think I am missing a key point but I don't know. Maybe with one more victim...but I don't want one more victim. There is no way these murders are impulsive. I need to decode the messages and journal from Blaine if he has one. Your fresher eyes on the map might be helpful." Spencer waved at it absentmindedly searching for the coded messages coughing into his elbow.

"Okay, kid. I'll take a look." Morgan looked at the key and then the map. It just looked like a mash of lines. Morgan squinted and purposefully unfocused his eyes. The dump sites formed the outline of a man almost. The lines formed a triangle and two lines continued to the left and right to form almost right angles. The head and shoulders of a man.

"It's the same code. He has a date and a place in here. Thursday the 5th at 6:45pm warehouse 13 off Constantine St. So we have the newest meeting date for the Religious Revolutions." Spencer bounded excitedly on the balls of his feet. He spoke a tad faster than Morgan could keep up so he patiently waited.

"Do you see the image on the map? The dump sites almost for the head and shoulders of a man? The gatherings are about Greek Gods and Goddesses? Is there a myth-?" Spencer loud curse broke his train of thought. Morgan stopped again.

"What. The. Fuck. Are you saying? Wait...Leonard means Lion, Ophelia means Serpent, Tabitha was Gazelle and Everette is Boar...Morgan!1 Morgan! The fantasy is he is playing Hercules. Hercules was the illegitimate son of Zeus and a mortal woman. Hera grew jealous and cursed the son to kill his wife and children. To appease the gods and earn back their favor to avoid Tartarus, Hercules had to complete the 12 labors of Hercules. Our usub was born of an affair and some how was the cause of the death of his wife and kids. In the chaos of putting his life back together he was 'told' to atone of his sins he must complete the 12 greatest labors?" Spencer was talking so fast his words they were almost unintelligible pacing just as fast. "I need records of marriages 25-30 years ag and birth certificates. And incidents involving husbands, wives and children. I should be able to match them some way. How do we do this, Morgan?" Spencer stopped pacing facing Morgan.

"I'm not sure. But we can do it. You and me and the others. WE are the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We'll get him one way or another. When Hotch and Gideon come back we can regroup and go from there. Why don't you go take a nap somewhere? We had an early start and you had a intense day. Chief Yates said there was couch we could use in the lounge." Morgan grabbed Spencer elbow and guided him the aforementioned couch.

Spencer wanted to protest but was cut off by several sneezes and a coughing fit. 'I can't be sick. Maybe a nap will put me back to sorts.' Spencer laid down and Morgan threw a blanket over him. Spencer settled in a second.

"Sleep well, Pretty Boy." Morgan murmured in his ear, dropping a light kiss on his temple. Spencer shifted deeper into the couch and Morgan noticed his breathing was already slow and rhythmic.

Morgan headed to the bullpen and grabbed J.J's shoes. He then went and found the woman in question. "Hey, J.J. You're gonna need these. Spencer had a massive breakthrough. We have more to work with and more to add to the profile. What about Gideon and Hotch?" Morgan handed over the heels.

"He finally did huh? Good. We can get this case done. They should be here soon. I think Hotch said Blaine was emancipated at 15. What about you?" J.J. put her shoes on and pulled her hair up into a professional looking clip.

"She was hacked to death. Not much to go on. The dump site was near a stabling office." Morgan said. "They stable horses for those without the space but have money to own one. They take care of feeding and sheltering the horse but it is legally yours. This was just the office, the property is outside the city a bit." Morgan further explained at her confused look.

"Hey, we're back. Fill us in,k Reid." Hotch said as he entered.

"He is taking a nap, Hotch. He needed some sleep." Morgan started with nodding towards the map room. The went in and Morgan explained everything since this morning. The breakdown and breakthrough.

"Okay, Morgan, sounds good. we can release all this in the morning. Let Spencer sleep like another hour and then we can go through some of the evidence and redo the profile and go through the necessary files. I'll call Garcia and see if she can help, and ask a few techies here too." Hotch said. Gideon told the desk Sargent to tell everyone to start their next shift at the barracks to get updated. Morgan stole a desk and propped up his feet to catch a cat-nap.

Morgan stirred awake 45 minutes later-feeling refreshed and energized-unsure of what woke him. A noise interrupted his searching, stifled laughter of several people, the noise was what woke him. It was coming from the lounge. 'Where Reid was sleeping.' Morgan realized. He hurried over and saw Thomas and his buddies standing around Reid on the couch trying not to laugh too hard. Morgan crept closer, quiet as a panther. He tapped Thomas' arm relishing in the scared flinch when he saw the murderous intent in Morgan's eyes.

"A-ag-Agent Morgan! What brings you here? Thomas smirked, trying to look like the cat who ate the canary but falling a little short.

"The fact that you are tormenting my teammate and best friend by writing on his face in sharpie. Come on you three before I lose my temper. You are going home." Morgan said fiercely.

"You don't have the authority to send us home. You aren't our boss. We don't have to listen to you." Thomas said smirk growing. "Besides, you of everyone in the BAU should understand. You're the jock, the Alpha, the ladies' man, it should be written into your DNA to pick on him."

"No. Spencer is amazing. He has a bigger brain but a bigger heart and he has done things that I would hesitate to do. He took down 2 armed unsubs and faced a man with a dead-man's switch. Spencer puts himself last because he was wrongly treated that way. He went through high school at the age of 12, facing people like you with no help. Do I feel the desire to remind him of what he has overcame? No, because friends don't do that. If anything, I respect Spencer. I wish I could be more like him-brave, honest, loving. Now, go home before I make you.

"You can't." Thomas finally lost his smirk.

"No. But I can. 3 of you, no pay, two weeks." Chief Yates ordered. The volume of his voice woke Spencer-who jolted awake, yelping when his hand hit the back of the couch. The terrible trio shot Derek a glare and stormed off. Yates followed them.

"Come on, lets get you cleaned up." Morgan helped him off the couch but Spencer shook his head. "No thanks, Morgan. I can get it by myself. Can you see if there is any progress on the stuff I need? And a coffee, please?" Spencer looked up at Morgan from under his eyelashes. With his clothes rumpled, bed-head and a sleep drenched voice Morgan could only nod his head and watch as Spencer walked off. Morgan was forced to think of dead puppies to stop the rush of blood heading south.

When calm again Morgan talked to Gideon and Hotch about what happened and Reid's stuff, starting coffee too. Hotch motioned to the pile of boxes where the bagged evidence was and Morgan groaned.

Spencer came out of the bathroom face cleaned and clothes straightened. He made a cup of coffee and came over to the table. "Thanks for the nap. I'm going to start reading these. You guys should head to the hotel and sleep. I can handle this." Spencer said.

"Nope, I am helping you or we start tomorrow. I know you read the fastest but you need some help. J.J. has a press conference on for tomorrow. We got this. Together." Morgan looked Spencer in eye and he was comforted by the confidence in the stare. Spencer closed his eyes and Morgan was stunned by the determination and passion that lit them up.

"I am very ready. Let's read, and find this guy." Morgan nodded and ripped open a box.

Previous // Next

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Chapter 5 is up and running. Spencer and Derek are getting heated. The next chapter is a personal favorite.

#saundraswriting #saundrasays #dr. spencer reid #derek morgan #spencer x derek #spencer reid x derek morgan #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfiction #cm #cm fanfiction #Hercules fic #morgreid

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Leo and Nico are both disasters and their dates always end with at least one zombie running around and something gets exploded

“so let me get this straight: you two went on a date to santa cruz, accidentally broke the carousel, set one of the game booths on fire which caused it to explode, created a temperature anomaly that caused people to have hypothermia, and you... raised some guy from the dead and set him loose?”

“well, when you put it like that it sounds like a bad thing,” was all leo said, twirling a gear around his pointer in one hand and holding nico’s hand in the other. nico stifled a laugh by faking a cough.

“it was on the news!” jason exclaimed. “i’m pretty sure it has to be a bad thing to be on the news. how did this happen?”

“well,” nico started, clearing his throat and making leo laugh and drop the gear to cover his mouth. “it all started...”

[[MORE]]

———

“huh.”

nico stared at the carousel they were on, the horses now spinning so fast they were a blur, the entire thing going in a backwards direction. leo had thought it was a good idea to interfere with the gears to make it go faster, and it was fun! not for the other mortals though — nico thought he saw a kid get flung off a horse with the funniest scream possible. eventually the two realized that they were the only ones on the ride and the only ones that were smiling and quickly got off, landing on the pavement beneath the carousel with accuracy. now they were both looking at the thing and, wow, it was not that fast when we were on it.

“huh,” leo copied. the two looked at each other.

“huh,” they breath simultaneously, before laughing their asses off. the other mortals were leaving the scene, scared and confused, but luckily the guy at the control panel was too busy looking at the buttons on his pad to notice the true culprits.

“you should probably fix it,” nico supplied, letting leo wrap his arm around his shoulders. leo was tiptoeing slightly, as nico had grown an inch or two in the year. it was cute, and he teased him constantly about it since the only person leo was taller than was hazel.

“yeah, i should,” leo replied.

they continued staring at the shit they caused.

“leo.”

“fine, fine!”

leo’s hand that wasn’t on nico strained open, and nico could hear the sound of cogs loosening. the carousel started to slow down, slowly and surely, until it rested to a stop. the two both cringed. one of the horses lost a head. a mirror on the column in the middle was in pieces. and was that blood? probably.

“we should go,” leo said, looking back at the crowd that gathered. nico nodded. the two bolted out of the caged attraction and ran to the pier.

———

jason looked like he was getting a headache. “leo, why would you do that?”

leo shrugged. “at least i didn’t kill anyone.”

nico ignored the thought of that goat screaming kid in the air. “yeah, jason, let him go.”

“okay, okay.” jason laid down on his bed, craning his neck to look at them. “and i suspect that he also set the booth on fire?”

“oh no, that was all me,” nico answered.

“what?”

———

leo gasped, unclasping his hand with nico’s to run over to one of the game booths on the piers (which didn’t make nico frown a bit, totally). the booth had a wooden stand with a backstage and a rainbow tarp on the top, advertising a ball toss. there were a string of stuffed animals hanging from the roof, squishmallows, nico thinks.

leo was staring with puppy eyes at a lime green one with little wings, a snout a white color, and two yellow horns on the head. a dragon, nico suspects.

“he’s so cute!” nico thought he was going to cry for a second. leo started fishing coins from his pocket. “i need to win him, festus is gonna love him—“

nico stopped his hand. “i’ll win him for you.”

leo blinked. “what?”

“i’m your boyfriend,” nico reasoned. “aren’t i supposed to win shit for you? like those straight guys who win gifts for their dates?”

“you’re not a straight guy, nico,” leo laughed, but he had a hopeful expression. “so...”

“so, i’ll win him! it’ll be easy,” nico said, taking out the coins from his pocket and placing them on the counter. leo’s face lightened up with joy, sending butterflies to nico’s with his glowing eyes and wide smile.

the guy, a large and happy mid-30’s man with a barbershop quartet-esque outfit, came up to them, handing nico three tennis balls. “you get three tries! if you get at least 60, you can get any prize!”

“nice rhyme!” leo commented.

“why, thank you!” the guy replied, face flushing.

leo turned to nico. “you got this! you do archery practice, right?”

totally, nico wanted to say. there was an issue though — nico wasn’t that good at projectile weapons. he liked to get up, close, and personal with the enemy. if he was only gifted a bow and arrow in a battle he would die first thing.

“nico?” leo repeated, bringing nico out of his thought process. “hey.” leo kisses nico on the cheek, a soft and warm feeling that made him feel pride. “you got this, man!”

nico stepped back as leo got out the way, reeling back his arm and throwing the ball at the holes of the rectangular cut-out with the labeled points. his eyes widened as the ball entered the ten hole. nico tried to fake cough to stop himself for cheering for such a dumb accomplishment, but leo made him smile as he cheered. “wooh! that’s my husband!”

“leo, i’m your boyfriend.”

“not after this! this is basically an engagement.”

nico snorted as he tossed another ball, fortunately hitting the ten once again. leo cheered. nico smiled at the praise, but then he looked upwards to the squishmallow leo desired. it required sixty points. shit.

shit.

“what’s wrong?” leo asked when nico facepalmed and groaned. he looked at the plushie’s price, then at nico. “ah. it’s fine, there’s a forty hole—“

“i know but i’ve been hitting tens for two rounds. if i hit another i’ll have to get you that dumb buzz lightyear in the corner.”

“okay, first of all, he’s not dumb,” leo supplied. “he’s from infinity and beyond. second of all, i appreciate you trying more than you succeeding. i don’t give a shit if you don’t win the thing, and hey, i’ll get a lightyear action figure! i believe in you, dude.”

to show that, he grabbed the ball from nico’s hand and placed a light kiss on it before handing it back. “fuck em up, babe.”

nico smiled, staring at him with heart eyes. “you’re so dramatic.”

“you love it.”

nico reeled his arm back before realizing that the tennis ball... wow, the tennis ball was hot. so hot that...

“ah, shit!” nico screeched, the sudden burning sensation in his hand causing him to throw the ball without looking first.

“fuck, are you okay?” leo grabbed his hand, luckily not finding any burns. but his attention was limited by the sound of something hitting metal, and they both stared at the ball, which was bouncing all over the place in the small shack. the guy behind the counter had taken shelter in the corner, his eyes also following the green blur as it hit a beam and then the ground and later finally—

it hit the sixty hole.

nico’s mouth gaped open as leo whooped, throwing his arms around nico’s neck. “that was fucking awesome!”

“congratulations!” the guy had receded from his shelter and wiped down his clothes. “you got eighty points. what would you like?”

nico pointed to the squishmallow. the guy took it down and handed it to him. “you have twenty points left. what else would you like?”

nico pointed to the buzz lightyear action figure, making leo giggle. the guy handed it to him as well. nico then relayed his two prizes to the boy who started it all.

“for you, mi amor,” nico said. leo hugged the squishmallow, which was half his size and super soft to the point where all of it was affected by his grip. he was holding the toy story figure in his right.

“nico di angelo, you are incredible,” leo said.

“i mean, you’re the one that heated up the ball to help me make the shot.”

leo frowned. “i what?”

they both turned back to the booth. the cutout was on fire. well.

“hey, man?” leo said to the employee. “you might want to...” he let his sentence drag, pointing to the rectangle that was now on the ground and setting the fake grass aflame. the guy looked at it once before yelping and leaping over the counter with impressive strength, huddling beside them.

“what on earth happened?”

nico and leo shared a glance. “no idea,” they both said in unison.

apparently there was some catalyst in there because boom! the booth exploded in the inside.

the man turned to the kids, about to ask them what they did when he noticed the empty space beside him. well, he was lucky enough to have all the money in his pocket. and, like the boys, fled when a crowd started to muster.

———

jason was facedown in the bed. “so it was both of your faults?”

“pretty much,” nico said. he looked at leo. “did you even know you heated up the ball when you kissed it?”

“i can’t control my kisses!” leo exclaimed, exasperated. “you can’t just hand me something and expect it to not set on fire.” he crossed his arms, pouting.

nico nudged him. “it wasn’t your fault.”

“i mean,” leo said, “it was kind of my fault in the zombie incident.”

jason looked up from his place of torment. “not surprising. what happened?”

“so...”

———

“leo, you’re going to get a stomach ache.”

“pftt, no i’m not!” leo dug his hand into his pack of popcorn and ate i whole. “i’m basically immune to that stuff.”

“i had to take care of you when you had the stomach flu,” nico replied. “you threw up three times.”

“and what about it?” leo laid a hand on his hip. he didn’t expect nico to kiss him on his temple, feeling his face flush and his heart pound a little louder. he whined and laid his head on his shoulder, making nico snort and comb through his hair.

the two were sitting on the edge of the pier, feet hanging over the dark blue ocean, fading into a golden glow with the sun setting on the horizon. leo traced hearts on nico’s hand, breathing in the seaside air. despite the date being disastrous with the broken carousel and the blown-up ball booth, he never felt so at peace before. he looked up and caught nico staring at him with a soft smile, and took the opportunity to close the gap between them. nico’s breath smelled like mint, his chapped lips in a smile against his own and leo felt his mind clear, his senses calm and all his problems fade. leo made a small noise when nico kissed him deeper, ending with him biting his lip. they broke away.

“i’m cold,” leo said. nico raised an eyebrow.

“you can’t get cold if it’s not below zero, leo,” he said. leo pouted while nico gave a grin. “are you just trying to get my hoodie?”

“maybe...”

“dork.” nico unwrapped his hoodie from his waist and handed it to leo. leo immediately stuffed himself into it, laughing at how it was a bit bigger than him. leo had a huge fetish for stealing giant ass hoodies from his friends, and his boyfriend was no exception.

“you look cute,” nico deadpanned. leo caught him shivering slightly. he tried to give the hoodie back but nico refused, saying he was “cold,” so leo resorted to wrapping his covered arms around nico and letting himself warm him up. nico sighed in content, lying his head into leo’s embrace and peppering his neck with soft kisses.

leo hummed a soft tune as he watched the ocean rise and fall.

that was when he felt it.

suddenly, his senses went crazy, a red-alert sounding off in his head and his body immediately on edge. nico must have had the same reaction, cus he shot up from leo’s collarbone and narrowed his eyes, glancing around similar to the habits of a hellhound. the air was different.

a monster was nearby.

leo groaned. “are you fucking kidding me? we were so close to having a monster-free day!”

“i know,” nico supplied, standing up on the pier and helping leo up. “where is it?”

they both searched around before landing their eyes on... a headless guy. staring at them. well, not really staring, more like facing? nico and leo frowned.

“well,” leo breathed, “that is... uh...”

“where the hell is his head?”

the headless man started walking towards them. leo saw and felt the mist shimmer, letting him get a closer look at the headless man and—

“jesus christ!” leo yelped. “that is not okay!”

from one of the camp’s lectures, he had remembered hearing about these headless men. the man was shirtless and wearing a single cloth around his hips, giving the two a look at the face imbedded into his chest. two eyes protruded from his brests, blue and striking, his nose and mouth right under with a grim expression. the popcorn didn’t taste well anymore.

“acephali,” nico and leo muttered in unison. nico laid his left hand on his sword while leo opened his tool belt, taking out a small bomb he had made a few weeks ago.

“is he hostile?” nico asked.

the man’s chest mouth suddenly released a sort of battle guy, and his burly legs started a charge at them.

“he’s hostile,” leo assumed, before dodging out the way as the monster raised a club, a wooden and heavy beast, and hit the ground.

nico and leo were behind the thing as it tried to retrieve his club, as it was impaled deep into the pier’s structure. “you attack, i distract,” leo commanded, and nico nodded. it was their favorite way of fighting together; leo setting them up and nico knocking them down.

leo ran over to close the distance between him and the acephalite. “hey, headless!” the guy turned to him, his body face contorting in both confusion and anger. “did your mom know you were out here right now? or was she too busy being disgusted by your dumb face?”

that seemed to hit below the belt, because the monster directed his charge directly at him. leo retaliated by tossing up his bomb and throwing it at him, hitting him straight between his eyes and exploding. he cried out, but the worst for him wasn’t over, because nico shadow-traveled right behind him and attacked, releasing a torrent of slashes from his stygian iron sword. the monster bled with every slash, and turned around just to get face-chest-first with leo charging up his hand and releasing a fire ball, sending him flying.

by now the people around them were screaming (though leo forgot about them to be completely honest), running away from the water’s edge and down towards the beach to take cover. he wondered what they were seeing, because he’s pretty sure the mist was having a party trying to prevent them from seeing two gays battling a headless horseman.

as they were fighting, with leo throwing makeshift bombs and nico sword fighting with prowess, nico was able to take out one of the creature’s eyes. the monster yelled in pain, his blue iris now dark and bleeding profusely. and in revenge the creature knocked the blade out of nico’s hands, sending it straight into the ocean. nico only had time to widen his eyes before getting knocked down, sprawling out on the side of the pier.

“nico!” leo screamed, before feeling a hand knock him down as wall, making him fall on his back with a groan. he opened his eyes just to see the glimpse of the monster’s club swing down, and he dodged it just in time to see it lodge itself into the wood just two inches away from his ear. the acephalite huffed as i tried unlodge the the club from the wood, splinters flying from each effort. leo took the opportunity to grab the club, heating it up with his hands and making the creature screech and hold its hands in pain. leo then rolled over, got down on his stomach next to the monster’s feet and unsheathed a knife from under his shorts, the celestial bronze blade glinting in the sunset. he twirled it around his fingers to find the right angle, reeled it back and stabbed the monster straight in the ankle. the acephalite howled in pain, comedically grabbing his bleeding foot and hopping on one leg.

leo then ran over to nico, who had gotten back on his knees and staring at the water, muttering something. he was about to reach him when a large hand grabbed the back of nico’s hoodie, pulling him back and held him in the air. he kicked his legs and cursed at the monster, glaring at him with a single eye and a frown that reached his hip bones.

the monster made the mistake of pulling him closer to examine, letting leo hold up the knife and stab him directly in the eye. the acephalite whined before growling, the hand holding him up now grasping against his neck, choking him.

leo felt the air escape him. he gasped for oxygen, clawing at the hand encasing his throat. he couldn’t summon fire, because fire needed oxygen, and leo was out of it at the moment and it hurt so bad. dark spots clouded his vision. he tried to scream, for the gods, for his friends, for nico, but the hand closed in tighter and he couldn’t breathe—

then, suddenly, a blade pierced through the back of the monster, protruding from its mouth. a stygian iron sword.

the hand let go of him, nearly letting him hit the ground and splat if someone wasn’t there to catch him. leo heaved, hunched over and allowing the arms to envelope his torso, taking in as much oxygen as he could.

he looked up when he had finally been able to breathe properly to see an olive-skinned, raven-haired boy, with the scariest yet kindest eyes, sweating but smiling at him. leo smiled back, yelling “thank the gods!” and wrapping his arms around nico’s neck, burying his face in his chest. nico dug his face into his curly hair, sniffing a bit and kissing it with no abandon.

they were stuck in that position for a good minute when leo suddenly shot up. “wait a minute. if you’re here, and you don’t have your sword, then who...?”

he glanced back. the monster was frozen, the black metal still sticking out from between his teeth. suddenly, the monster disintegrated, yellow dust particles floating in midair before falling to the ground or whisking away due to the sea breeze. behind the acephalite, holding nico’s sword, was a skeleton, grimy and the color of oily metal, with seaweed hanging from between bone interlocks and out of his grinning molars. it was dripping wet, and the only article of clothing it wore was a sailor’s cap. leo made a small “oh” sound. that was why nico was muttering on the pier. he didn’t even know people died this close to the harbor.

nico pulled leo up with him, holding him tight by the waist and taking the sword with gratitude. “thanks fernando,” he said.

the skeleton replied by promptly screaming like a banshee, startling nico and leo, before dashing off towards the beach, its bones rattling with every step as it continued keening. nico and leo watched as fernando ran over to a crowd, making them scream in horror and run away.

“he was under the ocean for decades,” nico explained. “based on his freakout, i don’t think he remembers what oxygen is.”

leo touch his own neck and winced. “i’d be too if you hadn’t come in like the batman you are.”

“let me see.”

nico inspected his neck, frowning deeply. “you have ambrosia with you?”

“why of course.” leo fished out a ziplock bag from his tool belt. he took out a small piece and ate it. tasted like melted chocolate and that popcorn he had been eating, which was unceremoniously lying on the pier, a few kernels have made their way into the sea to become fish food. he already felt his throat open up, but he knew the image of the bruises would take a while to fade. ambrosia was good at healing internally, but externally needed a little patience.

“you need some?” he asked. nico shook his head. leo gave him an “i don’t believe” look. “uh huh, sure. yeah, you mind lifting your shirt for me?” not a question, but a command.

nico sighed, lifting the hem of his t-shirt to reveal an extremely ugly bruise. leo narrowed his eyes at nico before feeding him a piece of ambrosia. nico ate it, and leo saw the bruise begin to fade.

nico let his shirt fall, looking at leo with an apologetic face. “well, this date was a disaster.”

“are you serious?” leo reached into his backpack and took out his squishmallow, which he had named dexter, still clean and plump. “today was the most fun i’ve ever had. i’ve honestly never laughed that hard since percy and the... ya know.”

nico snorted. “yeah, that was fun.”

“and it’s not like we can control most of the shit that happened,” leo suggested. “we’re demigods. we got chased down by a headless man and unleashed a zombie on the town of santa cruz. that’s not the weirdest thing to happen to us.”

nico didn’t reply for a good ten seconds. “i mean, you do look cute in my hoodie.”

leo blushed. “you look cute when you smile.”

“shut up!”

nico wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, making leo chuckle and place their foreheads together. dexter was being squished by the two bodies, which was okay because squishmallow was in his name. this would probably be enjoyable for him.

they stayed in silence for a while before leaning in, softly locking their lips together. and as the sun finally disappeared, leo still felt it there, on nico’s cold, soft lips that seemed like the perfect puzzle piece for his own.

they broke apart. “next time, we should make our date more private,” nico ordered.

leo wiggled his eyebrows. “private?” he sang in a seductive voice. nico retorted by kissing him again and effectively shutting him up.

———

“and... that’s about it.”

jason was silent for a minute or two, staring at the couple on the other cabin bed. “i honestly don’t even know how to react.”

“i mean...” leo made a vague gesture. “we half fucked up and half didn’t. it’s like... pretty standard for a demigod.”

“more-so two demigods.”

“and leo, how was that your fault?”

leo opened his mouth to speak but nico cut him off. “he says if he hadn’t gotten himself caught the battle would’ve been won faster and i wouldn’t have to summon fernando. he’s wrong.” leo pouted but kept quiet when nico glared daggers at him.

jason shook his head. “okay, then what about the temperature anomaly?”

“from the fight,” leo answered. “i breathed fire on the acephalite and nico shadow-traveled a lot to hit it so...”

“well, at least the mist had covered it up.”

“what’d the news say?” nico questioned.

“carousel breaks down out of nowhere, booth explodes due to gas leak, and florida man proceeds to terrify countless people.”

“florida man?” leo chuckled. “we were in cali.”

jason shrugged. “i’m just glad the two of you are alright.”

“yeah.” nico tightened his fingers around leo’s own. “us too.”

and jason smiled.

#pjo #valdangelo #leo valdez #nico di angelo #jason grace #i’m sorry if this is so long i’m trying to figure out how to put keep reading on my phone

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8/15/2018 Horoscope

Aries: You can’t sleep. No one cares about you. You’re too sober and you can’t sleep. There’s no one to miss you. You want a drink. You don’t know when the last time you were well and truly happy was. You want to stop thinking. You think it was months ago, are you really only happy once a year? You want a drink to stop the thoughts that are swirling in your head. You think there’s something broken in you.

Taurus: (Maybe the fact that you’ve never had an ugly part before can make it pretty? It’s a first and firsts are pretty! You’re trying to rationalize to yourself and it’s not working.)

Gemini: Frederick returns with the owl and a small group of ravens, but you’re unconscious, stretched out on the couch with your accordion close by your hand, like you had dropped it. Try as they might, they can’t get you to respond. It’s like you’re asleep, but you’re barely breathing and you’re stiff as a board. They’re panicking and making quite the bit of ruckus, but you can’t hear them.

Cancer: Your building has added a few more floors, pushing your place higher into the sky. You make an absent minded rhyme to try to get to your floor and end up quite a few off due to the disk’s ornery mood. You climb the last couple flights of stairs to get home. You just want to try some recipes, you think you need to have something good prepared for the field soon.

Leo: You’re back on the sofa. You have Fira’s head in your lap and you’re running your fingers through her hair comfortingly. She’s still out and her face is scrunched up. You’re not sure what’s taking so long. You’re making quiet conversation with Hazel and Georgie over her head as you wait. The fire is out, you three don’t need it. You’re warm. Fira is still shivering.

Virgo: You bake. There’s something to be said for simplicity, so you’re making a few easy tarts. You have the radio playing in the background, a mostly unknown station. Some of the hosts are discussing an online video, something about a man preaching about monsters on some street corner. One of the hosts seems pretty upset at what the man was saying, while the other is being pretty quiet. You aren’t really paying attention.

Libra: You speak. You’re unsure what else to do. It’s all you really can do. It doesn’t feel like you’re doing much.

Scorpio: After everything I’ve done for you- It’s her choice! It’s an ancient right, she can make that choice! No she can’t- If you’re really sure about this, you have to say it, okay little one? It’s- a bit of a ritual- Of course she isn’t sure! This is such a ridiculous- Just say “I wish to stand alone, farewell dear guide”

Sagittarius: The house spirits are careful to dust around you without waking you, they are very aware of how little you sleep. One cuddles in the crook of your neck for a bit before moving on.

Capricorn: You find yourself freezing with the marketplace in the distance, just barely in view. Your throat is tight. It’s such a mess. You really just want your dog right now, you want your Fluffy.

Aquarius: Deep breaths. Scrub at your eyes. Open the door.

Pisces: You collect the grievances like pearls, plucking them out of the air as the sprite speaks them and threading them into a necklace of sorts. The sprite runs out of words after a while, panting in front of you. You slowly bring the two ends of the thread behind your neck and carefully tie them together, then release your hold on the sprite. They immediately jump out of the circle and far away from you. You speak before they can flee entirely, telling them to stop damaging the farmer’s crops, you’re going to speak to the farmer. They look cross for a second, but obviously think twice of arguing with a being like you. They turn and run, disappearing into the field, and you’re alone again.

#zodiac #horoscope #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #totallyrealhoroscopesdaily

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onceabluemoonwrites · 6 years

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(Outshine) The Sun

Fandom: Yuri on Ice

Summary: Minami was never ever coming out of the cave. Out of the question. Not to pet the roosters. Not for chocolate. Not for Guang Hong. Not even for Yuuri.

Except if Yuuri was about to get married, of course, because it would be an eternal embarrassment as big brother not to have Yuuri’s marriage portrait right next to Guang Hong and Leo’s in the sky. Minami had to look at something while sniffling about how fast they’d grown up during the honeymoon!

But Yuuri had shown no interest in anybody, so Minami was here to act out his revenge!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yuri on Ice

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This was written for @yoimythologyweek Day One, Feb. 4th: Japanese Mythology and Icarus/Sun God

This is part of the I Move the Stars for No One ‘ verse but can be read as a standalone fic.

Being booger-born excused a lot, but certainly not everything.

Let us begin at the beginning.

In the ancient times, when the Gods roamed the earth, Izanagi, first of the Gods, washed his face. From his left eye came Minami, God of the Sun and ruler of heaven; From his right eye came Guang Hong, God of the Moon and ruler of the night. Lastly; from his nose came Yuuri, god of storms and ruler of the seas.

For all that Minami had been birthed of eye grit, there was no lethargy to be found in him. He was the incarnation of energy- so great that his very being illuminated the world. Moving across the sky, running around all day, they called him the sun.

The second child, Guang Hong, liked to glide across the night sky once his rambunctious brother had been tucked in- gently shining down on the earth, careful not to wake its citizens, as to give them some respite from Minami’s bountiful energy.

And then there was the youngest (but only by 1,5 seconds, as the Sun God liked to remind everyone while bouncing around in all his godly grace). Now, as you can imagine, Yuuri’s start in life was not the greatest. When your siblings were created from your father’s gritty eyes, but you were created from his boogers… We can’t blame him for being slightly depressed.

In fact, one might argue, that there was only one who came from a worse place than Yuuri- but this was Chris, who had been born of Izanagi’s underwear once the God had disrobed. Chris, as the scrolls tell us, was quite happy with his permanent state of undress, and was known as the first nudist.

Except for Izanagi, that is, but that’s a story for another day.

Back to Yuuri. As mentioned before, he was quite depressed, and the ocean, his realm, was ever covered by the darkest clouds his mind could summon. The waves ever-shifting as his moods, the current taking the newest anxiety to every corner of his body.

The sun god, Minami, however, had been enamoured with his younger brothers since birth. While there were only 1,5 seconds between them, Yuuri was his younger brother, and though Minami might not even reach his shoulder, he had a duty as the eldest brother to protect him (…And spoil him, but that was a whole other story).

While Guang Hong underwent Minami’s adoration with grace- only becoming uncomfortable when the smaller boy began to pinch his cheeks- Yuuri ran for the hills, erm, ocean bottom, as soon as Minami entered his sight. This, however, only made Minami adore him more, because ‘’Yuuri runs like the wind! My little brother is the quickest God of them all!!’’ And beamed so brilliantly that it was impossible to look at him without losing one’s vision.

Still, Yuuri avoiding Minami made him more determined to reach his brother. Every day he shone a little brighter in order to talk to him. Yuuri, however, made darker clouds every day, until even Minami, forever optimist, had to admit his plan wasn’t working. His sunshine couldn’t pierce the clouds that rolled over his brother’s realm anymore.

Time for plan B. Plan B involved dancing in the sky to mimic his brother’s dancing waves, but it did not catch Yuuri’s attention, for he never looked up. So Minami’s second plan failed.

His third plan, Minami was sure, would have success. Last year, Yuuri had had the greatest fun riding the waves. While his previous plans had not worked, Minami was sure that the way to approach his brother lay in emulating him.

So he rode the clouds like his brother rode the waves. Sticking his legs up in the air, doing a couple of handstands, somersaulting over the water mass in the sky, Minami had the greatest fun with this plan.

It was, however, the Ariel on the rocks pose that his brother caught him in.

‘’Stop that!’’

Minami frowned, sticking his head over the edge of the clouds to peer down at Yuuri. ‘’But you do it too!’’

‘’I do not!’’ Yuuri craned his neck to be able to look him straight in the eye, huffing all the way.

‘’Do too! Last year, in fact!’’ And he had looked so cute as well! Minami still had the paintings Guang Hong made of Yuuri up in the sky next to their baby portraits!

Yuuri paled. ‘’I thought we’d agreed not to mention the emo phase!’’ Then he crossed his arms, waves rising up behind him, lifting him higher, as if he was Venus in her shell. ‘’Besides, don’t you think it’s time you abandon these childish past times? Piercing my clouds? Running the heavens amock? Imitating Disney princesses while on the clouds? What even made you think that was a good idea? Just leave me alone!’’

Minami’s smile wavered, fist clenching. He was just there to adore his brother, what was wrong with that? ‘’Well, sorry for wanting to cheer you up! You always made me happy by mimicking me, so I thought I’d cheer you up with it!’’

Yuuri frowned. ‘’Mimicking you?’’

Minami’s smile fell away entirely. ‘’…When you paint the sun upon the surface of the sea, brother.’’

Yuuri’s mouth fell open. ‘’Minami, the ocean’s made of water. It reflects everything above it automatically. Don’t be obtuse.’’

…Yuuri hadn’t done that for Minami? The sun god’s shoulders slumped. His little brother didn’t love him?

His brother waved him away. ‘’Anyway, it’s time you start thinking of the poor humans here below. When you bounce all over the sky like that, their sleeping schedules are messed up completely! You need to grow up, Minami! You’ve got duties!’’

…Grow up? Minami’s heart dropped to the rock bottom. Yuuri didn’t even see him as a proper big brother! ‘’…Okay. I can see where I’m not wanted. I’ll go grow up- all on my own!’’ And with that, he stormed off, cloud and all.

You know what? He’d follow his heart to the rock bottom- he knew a nice big cave, he’d hide out in there until Yuuri was sorry like no tomorrow! Minami was the best big brother in the whole wide world- and soon, Yuuri would remember that as well!

The thing was, though, that Minami hiding in the cave meant that there wouldn’t be a tomorrow at all. Dawn, after all, was what heralded the new day, and when the sun locked himself into a cave…

Let’s just say an eternal night was the nicest way to talk about it.

The crops began to die, the trees began to wither, and something in the heart of man had disappeared as if they could not see their own strength when there was no daylight to show it.

Humanity despaired, falling to their knees to pray to the gods above. But no prayer would help, nor bowing to the heavens, no dance nor ritual came to aid. The heavens remained empty, and dawn did not break.

The sun had gone down, seemingly forever.

Far above humanity, the Moon and his Muse peered down, past the edges of the clouds.

‘’What a dark day in history,’’ Guang Hong fidgeted with his hands, leaving them clasped in his lap as he looked at the human race. He had always had a gentle heart, and this situation was taking its toll on him.

Leo leaned in, lifting the moon god’s chin and gently turning his face away from the blue planet cradled by darkness in the absence of the sun. ‘’You spend all day and all night trying to light their way for them at least a little. You’ve done all you can.’’

Large, brown eyes filled with tears. ‘’But it’s not enough.’’

Opening his arms, Leo lifted his lover up. On nights like these, when Guang Hong folded into himself like a flower about to wilt, there was only one thing to be done. Softly humming, his voice the melody of the universe, he began to dance, Guang Hong’s feet on his, arms around him.

As they danced in the night sky, the stars quietly parted, rearranging themselves to help. Leo couldn’t help but smile when he saw the freckles on his lover’s skin move- freckles constellations indeed. Guang Hong’s body was a perfect representation of his realm, every star a single spot of light upon it. With a quiet sigh, Guang Hong leaned against Leo’s chest, listening to the vibration of his humming.

There was something familiar about it, that echoed in the ears of everyone who heard it. It reverberated through their bones, into the cavity of their chests until it reached their hearts. When Leo sang, it was familiar to all- as if they’d heard it before in a dream. A cradle song, a nursery rhyme, the melody heard when they danced for the first time, the soft breath in the moment before a kiss. Leo was the god of music, and this was his serenade- his very love woven into the fabric of the universe everywhere.

Most of it, naturally, was dedicated to the creature swaying through the sky with him, softly glowing, leaning into his chest until his eyelids fluttered down and his lashes rested upon his cheeks. Guang Hong was asleep- and Leo had a few hours to come up with a plan that would stop him from running himself into the ground.

‘’What do you mean, the sun didn’t get up?’’ The water gently caressed Yuuri’s skin as it whirled around him- the lamp in Chris’ hand the only thing that lit up the darkness of the deep sea.

‘’Minami just… didn’t get out of bed.’’

Yuuri sighed. ‘’Okay, who hid the roosters this time?’’

Draping himself over a rock, Chris licked his lips. ‘’Nobody. I checked- was quite a nice visit too, it being night and all.’’

‘’I don’t even want to know.’’

Roosters were the alarm clock Yuuri had built for Minami once, so they would crow when it was time for Minami to wake and dawn to commence. Nobody could quite remember whether it was Minami who first had a red fringe or the roosters. You know what they say, like owner, like pet. …Or was it like pet, like owner?

See, exactly that!

‘’But why ever isn’t he getting up then?’’ Yuuri raked a hand through his hair.

Chris inspected his nails. ‘’I heard some rumours he shut himself into a cave.’’

Yuuri blinked. ‘’Okay,’’ he raised a finger, ‘’I had a fight with him the other day, we both said ugly things we shouldn’t have, he meant well, but isn’t locking himself up a bit of an over-reaction?’’

Chris shrugged. ‘’I’d say that your own behaviour says otherwise- I mean, going down to the bottom of the ocean again? For what, the three hundred-forty-fifth time this century? We’re not even a decade in.’’

‘’…I am a horrible example and this is all my fault.’’ Yuuri let his head fall into his hands.

‘’There, there, darling. At least all that swimming gave you a sizzling hot bod!’’

Swimming past in long, smooth strokes, kimono whirling around him- if you could call the loosely tied thing that, that was- Chris squeezed Yuuri’s behind. Yuuri squeaked.

‘’Is that- Oh my god, Chris, you were born from my father’s underwear! You can’t squeeze my butt- that’s incest!’’

Chris winked as he swam away. ‘’You sure? Hugging the nether region is the function of underwear, Yuuri-dear!’’

…Yuuri should go above the waves to find Minami and get him out of that cave because he might be anxious, but Minami was his family. He couldn’t let him stay in that cave- not on his own, at least. Sighing, he resigned himself to more harassment at Chris’ hands above the waves.

The sacrifices one made for family!

Minami was never ever coming out of the cave. Out of the question. Not to pet the roosters. Not for chocolate. Not for Guang Hong. Not even for Yuuri.

But Yuuri had shown no interest in anybody, so Minami was here to act out his revenge! He’d stay in here, in this cold cave, and keep all his light to himself. Ha! That’d teach them! They should all just come after him, and beg and beg and beg him to come back, but Minami? He wouldn’t!

Take THAT, and see how sorry they suddenly all were!

…If anyone was ever going to arrive at the entrance of the sealed cave, that was. Minami pouted.

If they could all just hurry up with the begging, then he’d at least have something to do, because caves were, surprisingly, awfully quiet and not exactly great company. Not nearly as cute as two little brothers either.

He’d already yelled into it a lot, to amuse himself with the echo, but his voice got hoarse after some time, especially because he’d forgotten to take his pouch with him, so he had no sugary goodness to drink.

He flopped over. What was life as a God even worth without the golden Liquid of Immortality, the Ambrosia called Capri-Sun?

Still. He refused to just skip out of this cave like nothing happened. Let them suffer!

He was going to sulk all day long!

When Yuuri came stomping up the heavens to shake some sense into his brother- well, tip-toeing, actually, he didn’t like loud noises, but the bridge to heaven creaked when he walked over it, so it was basically the same- he had not expected to be greeted by this sight.

Hundreds, no, thousands of gods, major and minor both, had gathered in front of the cave, watching it silently in total darkness.

‘’…What are you guys doing?’’

As one they looked up. ‘’We have lost hope, for the Sun showed us the way. We cannot see our own strength anymore, Yuuri-no-mikoto.’’

Yuuri, not expecting their full attention, shrunk away. He could not deal with this- too many people, too much to see, too- Except it was dark, and Yuuri had lived in the depth of the ocean and the darkness of his own mind since birth.

He knew how they felt. This endless night was the reality he fought every day- they reality he saw every time he flinched away from something he wanted.

But living in darkness had taught him one thing- you may doubt your strength when you cannot see it, but when it comes down to it, it’s there. Hidden in your bones, encroached in the last bastion of your heart- the treasure hidden within the cave.

So he straightened his back and strode forward. An impressive sight he was, his garments like a waterfall- endlessly dripping down, but never running out. Salt crystals clung to his skin and his hair was wet, slicked back, as inky as the parts of the ocean the light could not reach. Pearls peeked out from beneath, the conch shells that acted as his ears gleaming softly in the moonlight.

‘’This is no time to be sitting around. We’re getting my brother out of that cave- even if it is the last thing we do.’’

And with that, his voice ringing steadfast over the crowd, determined, sure. It rose like a wave, it was carried by the wind, over the enormous plain surrounding the cave. Crashing down, it came. The masses burst out in cheering as the message hit home.

They could do this! If the sun would not rise, then they would just have to convince the dawn to break!

Life had given them two legs, and walk they would. Yuuri would make them, if no one else would.

Minami knew he’d said he wouldn’t be swayed by chocolate, but nobody had said anything about Nutella. Or about Yuuri, Nutella and the roosters teaming up. It was plain unfair!

‘’They miss you, Minami! There’s Nutella and I even took some Capri-Sun!’’ Yuuri’s voice was muffled through the cave wall, but Minami could hear him just fine. Yuuri’s adorable voice would always reach him, wherever he was, because Minami was his big brother and big brothers just possessed superpowers like that.

‘’I SAID I WON’T BE SWAYED! AT ALL! Okay, maybe a little...’’ He pushed his fingers against each other. No, Minami, stay strong! Do not succumb to the coo-over-little-brother instincts!

He huffed, crossing his arms. ‘’But I’m not coming out, Yuuri, not until you apologize!’’

‘’Okay! I’m sorry!’’

No, no, no! That was all wrong! Minami threw his hands up in the air. ‘’’That’s not enough!’’ Did Yuuri not even know how to beg properly? Minami had failed in raising him!

…Okay, maybe Minami was being a bit unreasonable, but everybody had the right to be that from time to time! And Yuuri had been really mean to him! Granted, even when Yuuri was mean he was the most darling thing, but that was beside the point.

‘’…Can I offer you some takoyaki too, then?’’

By Izanagi, Yuuri was playing dirty! ‘’No! Now go away, I want to sulk in peace!’’

The second one who tried to get Minami out of the cave was Guang Hong. Minami knew it before he even spoke up- his big brother senses went off like a bomb.

‘’Minami, I’ve got some paintings here!’’

Minami narrowed his eyes. Granted, Guang Hong’s works were masterworks (his little brothers were extremely talented, worship them), but why ever did he think it would tempt Minami out of the cave?

‘’They’re Yuuri paintings.’’

Minami gasped. ‘’You had more Yuuri paintings, all this time and didn’t give them to me?! Guang Hong, I trusted you!’’

The horror! This betrayal- Minami might never recover from it! Decidedly, he stood up and put his hand on the cave seal. It was high time he retrieved those paintings! He did not have a business card with ‘’Minami, biggest bro-con on earth and above it!’’ for nothing!

He had fourteen hundred thirty-three paintings of Yuuri, he would add these to his collection, in their rightful spot next to the Guang Hong cheeks-adoration gallery!

He froze. Then began to chuckle. ‘’Guang Hong, your sweet cheeks do not deceive me! I have uncovered your adorable evil scheme! There are no Yuuri paintings- I would have found them by sniffing out the scent of Yuuri-in-paint like I do every Monday! You are not getting me out of this cave!’’

Guang Hong began to sniffle at the other end of the wall. ‘’But… But… I just wanted to have you back!’’

It took all Minami had not to break. ‘’You’re not really crying! You’re trying to fool me! Stop pretending to cry, Guang Hong!’’

‘’You just have fun in your stupid cave while we worry about you, Minami!’’ and with that, one of the two cutest little brothers on earth and above it stormed off.

‘’Welcome to the Get Minami Out of The Cave because We Need His Shining Presence committee's twenty-third meeting, we’d like it if someone had suggestions that actually worked,’’ Chris said, sagging down onto the floor.

‘’If Chris is running out of stamina, we have a problem.’’ Yuuri sighed.

Leo laughed. ‘’Don’t worry! I’ve got a perfect plan! Just get me a few instruments, and act along, and this will be done in a jiffy!’’

There was music coming through the cave wall. In fact, the buzz of many people talking too. Now he noticed- hmmm… that smelled good!

Wait- were they holding a festival? Minami loved festivals!

…A shame this was just another scheme to lure him out.

But what if it wasn’t? His sulking could wait for a minute, right?

Inching towards the cave wall, he pressed his ear against it. He couldn’t hear much more, but he was pretty sure he heard Chris nearby.

‘’Psssst- Chris! What’s going on?’’

Chris' voice was muffled, but still audible through the music and the rock. ‘’Minami, is that you? I’m sorry, but we have a new sun god!’’

‘’WHAT?!”’ …Wait a minute. ‘’Not going to fall for that!’’

‘’Whatever you say,’’ He could hear the shrug in Chris' voice, ‘’Just so you know, Guang Hong and Yuuri also gave him the title of their new big brother.’’

With one mighty shove, Minami utterly destroyed the seal before him, opening up the cave. ‘’ALL RIGHT, WHERE IS THAT POOPHEAD BABY-BROTHER STEALING DUNG-LOVER?! FIGHT ME!’’

Storming out of the cave, he saw his competitor for his siblings’ love ahead- sunrays crowning his head, blinding him for a moment. ‘’Who do you think you are, huh? Coming into my town, buddy?! You don’t steal the cutest little brothers in MY town, pal!’’ He jumped back and forwards continuously, shadow boxing. He had no idea where the other currently was but, he was pretty sure that was the black smudge over there-

Minami gasped. That brightness was a TOTAL ‘’Come at me, bro!’’

Challenge ACCEPTED!

He shone a little brighter, but the rival matched him step for step. He couldn’t see a thing, but he’ll just up the brightness- he couldn’t go further, but he HAD TO SHOW THAT GRAPE-STEALING BUM WHO’S BOSS!

His love for his brothers would have had him shine on forever, but it was a fact that he hadn’t eaten since yesterday, so he lost power quickly. Toppling over, his luminescence went down. His competitor also lowered his brightness, which was quite considerate for such a meanie.

Looking up, Minami was ready to flay the man with words (he had kept ‘’DUMBASS’’ in reservation for the killing blow!) when he was faced with- a mirror?

Dumbfounded, he blinked.

Had he been trying to outshine himself the entire time?

Okay- that’s kind of funny. He burst out in laughter. A mass of people cheered. Looking up, startled, Minami came face to face with thousands of people, spread over the sprawling grasslands surrounding the cave. But, most importantly, his brothers, Leo and Chris and the rest of his friends in front.

‘’You guys… You did all of this for me?’’

Everybody nodded. ‘’Uhuh!’’

’The mirror was Yuuri’s idea, but the rest was all Leo!’’ Chris winked.

Minami had the sweetest family and friends in existence. He burst out crying.

‘’Are you okay?’’ Yuuri’s question was tentative, but Minami latched onto him like a barnacle, bawling into his shoulder. ‘’You guys are the best! I love you!’’

He hugged everyone that day.

(It was only when it was almost time for sleep, that he realized this is the first time he’s ever seen Yuuri in a big company like this, and he could not let this chance pass.

He found the highest hill, family hurrying after him with confused expressions. Putting his hands next to his mouth, he screamed: ‘’I was BORN to be bro-con! Just LOOK AT MY BROTHERS!’’ and presents Yuuri- who has reached the top of the hill first.

‘’Let me out of here!’ Yuuri scrambled backwards but was stopped by Guang Hong and Leo clambering up after him.

Guang Hong shook his head. ‘’Just let him have his way and take some family pictures!’’

Minami’s eyes gleamed. ‘’Yes!’’’

Yuuri paled. ‘’NO!’’

The shutter went off.

‘’By Izanagi,’’ Leo mumbled, putting an arm around Guang Hong to pose for the next picture ‘’Am I glad I’m just the in-law.’’

Guang Hong shrugged. ‘’Depends on how you look at it.’’

Leo frowned. ‘’What are you talking about?’’

His husband beamed, the stars on his skin shining brighter, dancing mischievously. ‘’You’re stuck with me forever!’’

Throwing his head back, Leo laughed. ‘’Somehow, I think I’m just fine with that, darling!’’

With Yuuri’s screams of embarrassment as their lovely background choir, he kissed Guang Hong’s nose before the curtains of the tale went down.

Author’s Note

I want to thank @i-w-p-chan and @adelmortescryche for managing to get me through my blocks with this fic! And to @yuuris-piano whose awesome music inspired me!

In particular: Day by the Sea!

I was very excited to do this after I had tons of fun with the deity au series (the Land of Gods and Monsters ‘verse) I did for yoifantasyweek!

This tale was based on the story of Amaterasu, the Sun Goddess, in the cave!

#Yoi #yoimythweek #yuuri katsuki #minami kenjiro #fic #OnceABlueMoonWrites fic #fanfiction #fanfic #my posts #yoi mythology week #i had so much fun with this #guang hong ji #leo de la iglesia

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