Ok since I talked about Raph’s and Mikey’s relationship it’s time to talk about the disaster twins
From an outsider perspective, the twins seem as tho they’re simply a leader and a follower, as Leo usually talks on behalf of both of them, tells Donnie what to do 24/7 and just doesn’t let anyone direct any conversation towards Donnie, and DonDon just stays silent during all of it, following Leo’s orders and requests to the letter
However that’s not at all the case, it’s just something the twins agreed upon to protect each other, especially whenever they’re within Big Mama’s territory, Donnie is a really bad liar and he dislikes conversing with people and the outside world in general, so he always lets Leo do the talking, while he acts as an observer (whenever Raph isn’t around) to everything around them just in case Leo didn’t pick up anything that’s even remotely suspicious or outta the ordinary
Leo on the other hand, is a really good actor and is able to lie his way through anything, yet he always has the anxiety in the back of his mind that DonDon is gonna slip through his fingers cause of a stupid mistake on his part, so in a way, seeing his usually stubborn and individualistic twin actually listen to him puts him at ease a bit
That of course, is whenever they’re dealing with the outside world, whenever they’re at home or simply hanging out somewhere safe they’re both gremlins who needs someone to keep an eye on them (poor Raph)
In a way, each the twins keeps their half of a pair in check, not to mention, each is the emotional crutch of the other, their peace of existence depends on whether they know where their twin is and if they’re ok
Ironically, they usually treat each other very roughly, but that’s exactly how they show their affection to each other, however Leo is more openly affectionate towards Don and is always willing to show Don how much he loves him, Don on the other hand, isn’t at all openly affectionate, doesn’t mean he loves Leo any less tho, he just struggles with his emotions and in turn is unable to express them, but you always see it in the way Don clings to Leo, or the little things like a “this is only allowed for Leo” or Donnie’s list of things categorized under “twin privileges”
In a way, Leo is the light to Don’s dark world, while Don is the shadow to Leo’s bright world, as you can’t live in a dark world without a light to guide you, and you can’t live in blindly bright world without shadows to define its beauty
Leo’s the Spring, and Don’s the storm
Donnie’s ref sheet
Leo’s ref sheet
Villainous brothers AU masterpost
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↓↓ some quick twins au for the birthday boys!!! ↓↓
If there’s anything Milo Morales hates, it’s spiders. So when a certain mask-wearing idiot crashes through the window of the room that he shares with his brother, he knows he’s fucked.
When Milo gets home from school, his twin is nowhere to be found. He’d expected it, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.
Milo would cover for his brother in a heartbeat, but having to explain to his parents why they hadn’t come home together— having to lie to them at all — well, Miles better have a phenomenal reason to be out on this particular Friday night.
Something about his brother has been off the past few days. Since the death of Spider-Man hit the news, Miles was more anxious than usual. He was hard to reach, and never where he was supposed to be. Milo can only give so many excuses to their teachers, and classmates-- to their parents before they all start to catch on.
But worse, Milo didn’t know there were secrets they couldn’t share with each other.
He thought they told each other everything, that no matter what happened— what either of them said or did — they would have each other's backs.
Nothing was supposed to come between them.
So what had?
Milo punches his pillow, getting the lumps out before he buries his face in the purple sheets.
Seriously, his brother better have the hottest date in the world. That would be the only explanation Milo would accept, but that theory also relies on his twin having any sort of game— so Milo is really out of ideas.
He reaches for his headphones, cranking the volume and squeezing his eyes shut as if the action alone could stop his thoughts from racing.
Milo barely hears the tapping.
It’s light at first— a gentle rapping against the glass window — easily mistaken for the raindrops. But it gets more urgent, insistent– annoyingly offbeat with the music from in his headphones to the point where it's nearly unbearable.
Milo pulls them off his head and sits up, squinting at the window through the darkness.
For a while, he doesn’t see anything. Just the rain splattering against the glass. But his heart is pounding, the hair on his arms is raised.
He knows something is wrong even if he can’t see it.
The window creaks. Fingers slide underneath.
Milo’s hands find the baseball bat he keeps by his bed just as the window starts to slowly open. Slowly. Slowly.
There’s a sharp CRACK of thunder followed by a flash of lightning that illuminates the silhouette of a figure– a person– crawling through the window.
On all fours.
The scream leaves Milo’s mouth just as his brother removes his mask.
–
Their father is at the door in seconds– nearly breaking it off its hinges as he throws it open– only to find his one of his sons lounging nonchalantly on his bed.
Milo blinks up at him.
“Oh, sorry dad. Did you hear that? I was just watching a scary movie. CGI is really crazy these days.” He lets out the start of a laugh, but stops when he sees his father’s eye twitch.
“A scary movie?” Jefferson asks in disbelief, “In a thunderstorm?” He’s not really talking to Milo. He's already walking away– shaking his head and muttering about ‘the youth,’ and ‘losing his damn mind.’
Milo will apologize again later.
For now, he jumps up, shuts the bedroom door, and flicks on the light switch – looking up at the corner of the ceiling where his twin is perched.
Milo doesn’t even know where to begin. His brother is dripping wet from the rain, wearing what looks like a child’s Spider-Man costume, clinging to the ceiling.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asks.
“I tried to get your attention before I came in–” Miles starts, and then looks at the club Milo had discarded before their dad had come in. “Were you going to hit me with a bat?”
“Was I gonna- Yes! Yes, I was going to hit you with a bat! Get down.”
Miles does. He drops from the ceiling with more grace than he’d shown in his entire life-- spinning around and landing solidly on the ground. This was the same kid who tripped over his own shoelaces every day? The same kid who fell off the wii fit board trying to hula hoop?
“What happened to you?”
“Just promise me you won’t freak out.”
–
Milo does freak out. But he thinks it’s an appropriate amount, given that his own brother is a human spider.
“How big was the spider that bit you? Actually, don’t tell me. Don’t tell me.” Milo shivers.
He stands up, wiping his hands on his jeans as he shakes his head. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know. Maybe we should-” He stops when he sees Miles’ face.
And suddenly it makes sense– why Miles’ hadn’t told him right away.
Because Miles didn’t want Milo to think differently about him. Miles didn’t want his brother to think that he was a freak or a hero.
The last thing Miles needs right now is a brother that doesn't believe in him.
“This still makes more sense than you having a date, actually.”
Milo sighs.
“Okay, okay fine. What can I do to help?"
Miles seems surprised at first-- and then relieved. He grins at him.
Milo might hate spiders, but he loves his brother.
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