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undercoverwizardninjaturtle · 5 years ago

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ROTTMNT Fanfiction: Frayed Part 1

Description: Sequel to Shattered Donnie has his difficulties, but he’s always had his family to depend on. That was before Draxum came into the picture

Pairings: LESS THEN NONE

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Characters: Donnie, Leo, Draxum, Mikey and Raph

Genre: Hurt/Comfort , Angst, Family

Rating: G

As much as Leo liked to think he was a wordsmith, a artisan of words, sometimes there was only one was to describe a situation. And this particular situation only needed one word to describe it

His hands came up, trying to pry the vine that had been at his throat. A pair of hands shook at his shoulders, hard enough for him to finally cough loudly gasping for air, a hand rubbed at his shell through his black gi, “Are you ok?!” Asked a frantic voice

Though his body was telling him otherwise he nodded finally opening his eyes, Don was looking down on him with a concerned look, with the black gi and red mask. Glancing around Leo was grateful that Draxum had thought to put Raph and Mikey were with him but while Raph was sitting up but his head resting to the side told him that he wasn’t awake, it took him a bit to realize that the biggest brother was cradling a unconscious Mikey in his arms he was about to ask if the youngest was awake , but his throat constricted again causing him to cough loudly. Don wrapped arm around his shoulders, “Leo take a deep breath, “Leo struggled to comply grateful for the oxygen stinging his throat

“Pathetic.”

Leo had almost forgotten about the metal cage. He had remembered Draxum had ambushed them at the Dark Armor, trapping them in vines. He remembered one of them finding its way around his neck, barely giving his airway for the oxygen he so desperately needed. Donnie glared up at the villain responsible for their state “Where’s April?!” He demanded

“Your human friend is fine, I sent her back to your “ Draxum gave a disgusted shiver and eye roll, “rat. Hopefully it will give him the motivation to bring me the last piece of the dark armor. If not.” Gave a lazy twirl of his wrist, “I guess I will do with you as I see fit.”

Leo knew Draxum was trying to scare them. He opened his mouth make a quip before he coughed again, he rubbed at his throat, desperate to relieve the pain. Don gave him a concerned look, glancing to the ret of their brothers before standing up, “Draxum, given me Leo’s medkit.”

Draxum turned to look at them, “You dare make demands of me!?”

“The small white box Leo had on him, I need it to help my brothers.”Donnie gripped the bars of the cage, “My brothers might have internal bleeding you overgrown Capra Aegagrus Hircus. If you have any sort of heart in you you’ll let me help them”

Leo wasn’t sure what that meant but Draxum turned to look at him fully. There was so meting in his eyes, as though looking at Donnie for the first time. Before anyone could move, a vine shot out and grabbed him around the chest, shoving him hard against the back bars of the cage. Causing the metal bards to dig into his soft leathery shell, his teeth gritted in pain. Leo jumped and grabbed at the vine, trying to pull it off of him, “st-“ Draxum’s eyes bore on Donatello, as though studying his pain with a scientific eye. Without looking away a vine knocked Leo off of the first vine causing him to land on Raphael. His older brother waking with a start. “I thought so, you’re the soft shell.” With another twitch, Donnie was pulled forward pulling him to the front of the cage with the same force as he had before. Despite having only been somewhat awake for a few seconds, Raph let out a low growl, “Let. Him go you-“he had started to move to his knees but lightheadedness must of taken over again, causing Raph to almost fall on his side. Leo supported him the best he could as Raph struggled for air. Watching helplessly as Draxum’s fingers caught Donnie around the jawline, forcing their eyes to meet, “I can still see you have that sensitive shell.”his fingers nails digging into this skin, “After Lou Jitsu interfered with my experiment, I thought all my work as for nothing. Except your so called brothers’ turned out fine, if younger then I needed.” Draxum’s eyes narrowed, “Not you, you trembled you shrieked if anything touched your. Of all your brothers. I considered you to be the only failure. Your ‘Splinter’ denied it, but I Knew something was wrong with you. I should of throw you away with the trash when I had a chance.” At this point Draxum’s face was nearly a millimeter from his brothers, “ Trust me when I say I wont make that mistake twice” With a flourish, Donnie was thrown back into the cage, bouncing off Raph’s outstretched arm, how had tried to keep him from landing too hard.’ Leo moved close, “D-nee.” He croaked out, he tired to touch his brothers shell to check for any bruising, but Donnie flinched from his touch “I’m fine.”

“Dee-“

“I said I’m fine.” His voice held al the bitterment of his usual personality, but his eyes held a shimmer of tears, before turning to him, “maybe I can help without the medkit.”

He knew Donnie wasn’t alright, but he did the best he could helping Leo and Mikey. Before going off sitting by himself. Raph had tried to talk to him, but Leo had given him a shake of his head . Eventually they would escape, and destroy the dark armor.

But he would never forget what Draxum had said

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

“”MONOPOLY!!” Leo shrieked with glee as Mikey landed on one of his properties, “Pay up!!!” He said, leaning over the board and holding his hand out to his youngest brother, who was holding his last few hundred play dollars to his chest like it was his last child

“B-B-but, “ Mikey looked at his last few hundred play dollars as though they were his children, “But I’m your favorite brother.”

“All’s fair in love and war Mikearino.” Leo , with some difficulty, peeled the money from his hands, leaving him with a single dollar. Almost collectively the entire group groaned. Draxum had his doubts when Michelangelo had recommended a weekly ritual known as ‘Game Night’ to be held in his place of residence atleast one day a week (having it at the Turtles home was out of the question according to Master Splinter). He hadn’t been sure of hosting the vent at first. But during that first night of Games, as Draxum watched the red slider turtle dominate game after game, (always with a victory cheer of the games title) he could say one thing

This was the biggest mistake of his life

He drug his hand down his face the table giving a small tremble as Leonardo climbed on top of it, dong some sort of dance he had seen on the World Wide Web with a giant grin, “DOWN turtle, I just procured this table from the IKEA.”

Leonardo puffed his face at him before blowing out air , “What ever.” He jumped down from the table with a flourish. Taking up the dice again, “Now, whose turn is it to weep at my glory and join Raphael in bankruptcy jail?”

Draxum frowned, looking back at his fake money, he had fallen on Leonardo’s property enough times to have only a few hundreds left and no desire to be victim to theoretical bankruptcy. Thankfully it was not his turn, his fell on the purple turtle who was studying the board with analytical eyes. Ignoring Raphael rolling out his turn and wailing as Leo began to wrestle him for his money. The purple turtle hadn’t been playing as well as Leonardo, but judging by the few properties he had purchased he had a strategy in mind. Donatello caught him looking in his direction and frowned slightly before looking back to the board

Draxum stood up, “I will return with snacks,” he announced, though the group was largely distracted by Raphael weeping over his loss of his money. He was unsure how the turtles had so much energy this late at night. But it was almost admirable. He opened the freezer and drew out a ice tray, twisting the frame and popping out the ice cubes and pouring them into a bowl.

“Um, Draxie? What are those?” Mikey asked, looking around him with a confused look on his face

“Last we spoke you mentioned a desert called iced cream, well I have painstakingly made my own iced cream.” He looked to the smallest turtle, waiting to be showered in his praise only for Mikey to look at the white cubes in the bowls , ‘Um dude, did you just put milk in ice trays?”

“And sugar. Is that not ice cream?” Sure he had taken some liberties, but he was sure this would be indistinguishable from the real thing, but before he could rectify the situation, Mikey leaned over, squishing his face against his arm, “Its ok Beary you’re trying!! Buuut do you have anything else we can snack on? Other then what you set out?” With a expression Draxum can only describe as dread, he looked back over to the table and snack bowl Draxum had set up earlier. He wasn’t sure why no on had touched it, the bag he had poured it from has seemed Fine. IT had a dog on the cover, it was apparently made for ‘large’ animals, and it had been rather cheap. Not to mention it was supposed to be great for fur (of which he had none of but he figured it was a side affect)

Draxum huffed before going through his designated ‘snack cabinet’ mostly full of ‘ray-men’ packs and granola bars’, “Does anyone here enjoy gravy flavored granola cards?” Judging by the looks of disgust on the turtles face, they didn’t He let out a low growl before returning o his cabinet, “I will find something to feed you with. In the mean time satisfy yourselves with my soft drinks. Michelangelo you may play in my place.”

At the chance to play agin, Mikey let out a squeal of delight, giving him a quick squeeze before loading his arms full of his soda and hurrying back to the table. Draxum, failing to find any non granola snack growled under his breath and moved back to the table just as a tiny plastic house smacked Donnie in the forehead, “Leonardo do not make a mess.”Draxum commanded

“Its not my fault Don’s forehead is a easy target.” Leo grinned before another plastic house hit him in the eye, causing him to yelp , grabbing at his face “how DARE you! You could of scratched my perfect face!”

“I mean, with a face like that you cant’ really ruin it more can you.” Donnie said For the first time all night Donnie has a smirk Draxum has seen him have many times. Leo grins back and before Draxum realized what was about to happen. Each of the turtles has a arm full of Monopoly houses and are chucking them at each other, dashing around the room with loud shouts of laughter. Draxum allows himself a breath, to calm his nerves, before he hair flies on end, his vine shot out of his wall, catching Leonardo by the ankle and yanking up causing him to yelp loudly and drop all his artillery , “DO NOT SHOWER MY HOUSE WITH TINY PLASTIC HOUSES!’ He demanded to the turtles frozen in mid throw

“Technically it’s a Apartment. Not a house.”Leo said crossing his arms over his chest unfazed by his predicament.

Draxum gave him a glare, “You four, clean this up. Or you can’t have any Scandinavian Soda.”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a punishment to to me.” Leo mumbled. Draxum lets out a growl before releasing Leo’s ankle. With a shriek Leo landed upside down before wiggling around to a position on his knees, still grumbling. His brothers joining him.

The Warring Alchemist has noticed a few things about these turtles that he hadn’t when they were enemies, namely now that he wasn’t threatening to torture them they didn’t seem to fear him as much and that came out in different ways. Mikey had accepted him a friend and a reluctant family member. Mostly unwilling on his part, but the box turtle had been hard to refuse with as eager as he was. Raphael seemed to respect hm to a extent, a friendly attitude but atleast he was willing to give him a chance.

That left the two problem turtles

Leonardo had a more flippant attitude with him. At first he had taken it the same as he had taken Mikeys’ laxness around him, that he had accepted him. But that didn’t feel right. He couldn’t put his finger on it, he wasn’t aggressive, or anymore of a (what was the word?) Nick Head. The purple one was also hard for him to read.

But of course, that was probably how he wanted it

Speaking of purple , Leonardo had started searching by him, going out of his way to bump shoulders with a laugh, “bet I’ll find more then you!” Leo challenged before crawling off at a higher speed. Don grinned after him, “In your dreams Lamenardo!” With that he looks around, unable to find more he shifts under the table. Draxum can only pinch the bridge between his eyes when he realizes, rather then take this as a punishment, they are treating it like a childish game.

Leo suddenly shot up to a standing position, “I WIN!” He said holding up a handful of Monopoly houses

There’s a squawk of despair but before more dreaded hijinks there was a loud banging sound as something hit the table from underneath with a cursed shout. Leonardo’s demeanor changed In a split second, “Dee? You ok?” When he didn’t get a answer, he ducked down to check under the table. Draxum rolled his eyes before returning to his search. Out of the corner of his eye he watched the two emerge from under the table, Donatello was holding his shoulder with a pained look on his face , “how hard did you hit your shell?” Leo asked, Draxum almost couldn’t believe this was the same turtle who he had seen steal the same purple turtles phone and threaten to drop it in the toilet if the purple turtle didn’t admit Leonardo was his favorite Blue turtle

Which he had

Twelve times

That night

The normally self assured turtle gave a tremble, “its fine.” He said between his teeth

Leonardo’s brow furrowed in concern, for someone who had only ever seen the red slider turtle with a annoying sneer or laugh it should seem out of place. But its almost as though it was his nature to be concerned as it was for him to be witch (No that wasn’t the word, bitch? Bitch was the word?) “Do you want me to look at your shell?”

“Please.” Draxum rolled his eyes, “his shell is meant to protect his inferior body, if he can’t handle bumping it then he might as well not have one.” The room becomes silent in a way that even he notices. He looks back into the room, Raph is giving him a somewhat disappointed expression that he doesn’t understand and even Mikey looks unhappy with him. Donatello doesn’t even look in his direction, but actively avoiding looking at him. Leonardo however, is glaring at him. Again, his entire nature seems to change in a split second with dagger sin his eyes.

It reminds Draxum of a few weeks ago Draxum had been walking home with groceries when he had seen a pair of stray dogs in a alley. One of them had been panting heavily but asleep while the other was laying down in front of it, looking around without a concern in the world with a flapping tail. . Draxum had taken out some meat he had bought to give it to them, but the carefree dog had immediately gotten up growling at him. It took a while later for him to understand that the sleeping dog had probably been sick and the other one was staying nearby to protect it incase it needed help.

Sarcastic, Concerned, and now Protective

He wondered which one fo these was the true Leonardo.

In response to the change in atmosphere he rolled his eyes with a groan, “I am informed that I do not have any appropriate snacks, and that my iced cream is insufficient. I will leave to procure the snacks required to continue our game night. DO not set anything on fire while I am gone.” He said before grabbing his large trench coat, and stepping out of the door.

He could not bear to be in the prescience of such weakness.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

If Leo was being honest, he hadn’t been too enthusiastic when Mikey had recommended a game night at Draxum’s. He had tried to offhandedly comment on his concerns, but Mikeys’ eyes had immediately filled with tears looking to him as though he was the one thing standing between him and his dreams.

For someone who hated being called the baby fo the family, Mikey really did know how to use it for his advantage.

But now, glaring after the former Goat Baron he wondered if he should of protested more. Instead he turned his attention to Don, who was still hugging himself , “Are you sure you don’t want me to look at your shell?” He had already moved to touch is brothers shoulder but Donnie had pulled away half heartedly, pulling his hoodie tighter around himself, “I said i’m fine.”

“A-“ Mikey didn’t look like he knew what to do, except look anxious,” He didn’t mean that, ok? He’s just adjusting and he doesn’t realize everything he’s saying”

“Sure seemed like he did.” Leo huffed, he looked over to Raph to vent his reaction. He could tell Raph was disappointed in Draxum, but judging by their eye contact, he was gauging his and Don’s reaction to see how angry he should get.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault that Don’s shell was so sensitive, it had been a problem when they were kids, but as they had gotten older it had become easier for Don to handle slight touches. And nowadays he didn’t have a problem with people touching his shell, and thanks to the Battle Shell his shell was tougher if not more so than his brothers. But he still couldn’t handle someone bumping into it or hitting it on stuff without something to protect it.

Leo had known Don had been stressed about coming here, but seeing his brother sitting on the couch, barely containing his soft trembles. He looked to Mikey, “Hey I’m getting bored, I’m goin to bounce and do something fun,”

Mikey opened his mouth to complain, but then Leo glanced at Donnie then back at him. Luckily the orange turtle seemed to understand, “ok, will you atleast come back again next week? I’ll make sure Draxum has good snacks. And I’ll talk to him about what he said.”

“Ok good, cause I’m pretty sure his Chex mix is just dog food.” Leo took his leathery jacket from the coat rack before looking back, ‘Dee? Wanna come with?”

His brother looked at him with a look that clearly said, ‘ you’re not fooling anyone’ but sighed “yeah no problem.” Donnie took his purple Sherpa lined jacket over his hoodie both saying their goodbyes before leaving out fo the apartment building. It was weird to be there without seeing April, but she had mentioned she had a art project coming up and that she didn’t have time to hang out this week.

A lot of things had changed since Draxum had come into their lives

“Ok let me have it.”

“Huh?” Leo looked up in time to duck around a ice over light pole, Don looked up from his phone with a unamused look, “You want to vent. I can tell. Talk to me Lee.”

“I-“ he almost denied how he felt, but there was no point , “I don’t’ get why we have to hang out with that Man Bunned Butt Man, are we seriously supposed to act like he never tried to kill us?”

“Like the time he threw you off the roof?”

Leo threw his hands in the air, “LIKE THE TIME HE ME OFF A ROOF!” That was never going to be ok. Not to mention what had happened when they were captured ,he gave his brother guilty look, “I know you didn’t want to talk about it but are you sure you don’t want to to tell Mikey about what Draxum told you? Maybe if he knew want Draxum said to you-‘ before he could finish his sentence Donnie poked him hard in the face, causing Leo to yelp and rub his cheeks, “RUDE.”

Don , sighed before looking away from his phone, “I’m not ok with what he said to me that night. Or what he said to me tonight. I don’t even particularly like the idea of spending time with him, but if he’s willing to try to be a better guy then I’m willing to put up with it for.” Don looked back to his phone, “Unless he pisses me off too much in which case I drop him off with the Hidden City Police faster then I use the Fibonacci sequence. And you promised you would’ tell Mikey.”

That was true, and he had been warned that if he had revealed what Draxum said, Donnie was going to release a video online called “Leo’s broadway audition 2019” which was a threat he was not taking lightly. Even so he looked to his favorite purple turtle and sighed, “I wont,” before opening his arms with a whimpering question in his eyes.

Don glanced at him in confusion for a moment before smiling and rolling his eyes, “Yes you can hug me.”

“Yayzzz.” He said before throwing his arms around Donnie ,careful of his shell and hugged him tightly. He had no problem letting go if Don became uncomfortable but when Donnie rested his cheek on his shoulder, he knew there wouldn’t be a problem. Other then then Ignoring the passing people on the street. As cold as it was Leo was surprised that anyone was out other then them. Speaking of cold, “Hey man, we’re getting close to our favorite Bodegaaaa and I’m feeling snackish. I heard they just got in Extra Spicy Komodo Dragon Pepper Chips. I wanna buy some peanut butter ice cream and sprinkle it on top.”

“Oh no Leo no,” Donnie groaned in despair, “I’m begging you, no. I can’t handle another night of you taking baths full of milk because you think you’re ‘metal-“

“Too late we’re doing it!” Leo ducked behind him and guided Donnie forward by the shoulders . what else was better to eat on a cold day anyway then hot spicy chips?! Blatantly ignoring his brothers whines he guided Donnie around to their favorite Bodega that hey had been visiting (tormenting ) since they were old enough to go to the surface on their own. But the minute They get closer to the door, Leo could already hear the loud music blaring on the speakers inside he was about to change his mind when Don stepped out of his grasp, “Ok I think I’m going to sit this one out . I’ll wait out here, Just be sure to bring back a gallon of sugar free vanilla ice cream for me.”

“No prob Dee.” Leo said with a happy salute before hopping side to begin his quest for overly spicy chips that he claimed he could handle but obviously couldn’t. Don let out a full smile , shaking his head at his brothers antics. Leave it to Leo to cheer him up and finally get the shaking to leave his hands. But that was Leos’ best skill in Don’s opinion. He leaned his shell against the building and took out his phone agin.

A loud scoff filled his ears, at first Donnie thinks that Leo is playing a victim card again, but when he looks up all he see is Draxum on the sidewalk, carrying two grocery bags that seemed to be filled with various ice creams, “Let me guess, you’re too sensitive to handle a little store so your brother went in instead of you?”

Donnie made sure to roll his eyes, “NO he wanted some snacks so I’m waiting for him out here.”

“you’re not stupid ,you know he coddles you. Treats you like you’re inferior because he feels sorry for you.”

“Uh Huh.” Donnie pulled his phone back out, “remind me to show you how to use the internet. It’s the best place to share opinions no one cares about.” He’s almost satisfied at Draxum’s low growl, the former villain steps closer. Donnie doesn’t look to him but his free hand is under the lower lip of his shell, fingering his multi-tool bo staff

“The sooner you realize you were born wrong, the sooner you can stop being a burden to them.” With that Draxum steps away, walking back the way he came to continue a game night with the two remaining brothers. Don waits till Draxum’s out of ear shot before he takes a shake breath and stuffs his hands in his pocket.

Unlike last time he knows that there’s nothing that will stop his hands from shaking

Windows

Shattered Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Bonus)

Frayed Part 2

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sylvain-writes · 4 years ago

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Guarded Hearts and Safe Houses (Leonardo x Reader) Chapter 5/9

Rated: T

Gender Neutral Reader, canon typical violence/injury, light angst, strangers to lovers, supportive family

for @melodiousmelodrama

As expected, your parents welcome the turtles into their apartment, offering them a safe space for as long as necessary. Their only concern is for the wellbeing of their new friends.

“Just for the day,” Leo tells your family, and his brothers look up, none protesting but clearly confused. “I have a place,” Leo explains. “It’s not set up or anything. We have a lot of work to do. Donnie, you’ll need help bringing stuff your stuff up from the sewers and we’ll have to abandon the van for a while-”

“Whaddaya mean, ya have a place?” Raphael sits forward, leaning onto his knees where he sits at Gram’s feet helping her roll cakes of yarn.

“An abandoned subway station. It’s not perfect, but it’s ours.”

Donatello rubs his chin. “Subway?”

“Are there trains?” Mikey’s open expression is full of wonder and hope.

“Yeah. There’s a car for each of us. No more bunk sharing or falling all over each other, fighting for space. But, the place needs some work.”

"Oh." Mikey's enthusiasm wavers as he spares half a glance toward Raphael, but he smiles up at Leo. "That's cool, bro!"

"Yeah, Leo." Donatello adds from the kitchen. "Sounds great."

Leo tries not to take their drop in enthusiasm personally. But after all the work he’s putting in - searching for a place, fixing it up - even this slight rejection hurts. "Look, I wish we could get an apartment and play house with all this fancy stuff too, alright? But don't get used to it. This isn't our life. It's never going to be. The subway's gonna be good for us. You'll see."

" 'Course it is, man. You always know what's best." Raphael sounds sincere, but Leo turns in a huff as if his brothers had turned up their snouts at his announcement.

"I'll show you to a room where you can get some rest," you say gently. The whirlwind of the past 36 hours must have him exhausted. You could use some sleep as well.

Leo thanks you for access to the shower and for the bed, your bed, your room. And he turns himself in.

You call out of work and get a few hours of sleep before restlessness kicks in. You're not used to sleeping during the day. When you wake up, the guys are in various states of unrest as well.

Leo still hasn't come out.

Donnie announces, "He's asleep," and his brothers don't question it. But you raise an eyebrow at his quick assessment. "I compared his breathing against known patterns. It helps to know the difference between Leo asleep, Leo meditating, and Leo pretending to do either."

"Didn't take him for one to play pretend."

“He keeps his secrets," Raphael says, his tone a bit bitter. There's a history there, you think. "But he's always got his reasons. Thinks he knows what's best for us." Raphael shrugs, as if coming to a conclusion he's come to before. "He usually does."

No one is surprised when Leo sleeps through the day. And no one blames him. But when the pizza delivery fills the apartment with the smell of hot tomato sauce and melted cheese, they all expect him to show at the table. He doesn't, and even Mikey can't make his "More for me, then" sound free of his worry.

"Is he gonna be alright? If we leave him?" You want to go to him. You barely know Leo, but he's let you see him vulnerable before. You think maybe his vulnerability is one of the things his brothers know he hides. Maybe he doesn't realize they see. Anyway, you don't want to force him.

"Sensei usually knows what to do."

"Splinter-” you nod along “-have you heard from him? Is he coming?"

Donatello shakes his head, but doesn't seem concerned. "His last transmission noted his safety. He'll contact us again soon."

You pick olives off your pizza and line them up as you think aloud. "Until then, you'll help Leo with the station?"

Raphael piles three slices onto his plate, before lifting a fourth from the box straight to his mouth. "We go where Leo goes. He found us a spider-infested death trap to live in… we'll go."

An olive slips off the rim of your plate. "How did you know it was spider-infested?"

"Ya came in before covered in cobwebs and shit. But whatever. Sewer wasn't no palace either." There’s no embarrassment or judgment in Raph’s tone. Leo should be here, hearing his brothers support his decision.

"He seems really excited about it. I mean… hopeful, y'know?"

"Yeah." Donatello passes you his slices of mushrooms and you pass them on to Mikey who gobbles them up with gusto. "We never said we didn't like the idea. It's just not home, that's all."

You can sympathize. "We moved around a lot when I was younger. Always trying to find a better placement for mom. A safer community for me to grow up in. It wasnt the house that made it home. It was having my family around."

"Yeah, yeah,” Raph grumbles. “Real Hallmark life changing stuff. But he's not worried about keeping us together, remember? We each get a car to ourselves. He's splittin us up."

Mikey goes quiet, stops eating, drops his hands into his lap.

You don’t know what to do, what to say, to make this better. You think, if they would just talk to Leo about this, it could all be straightened out. But the rest of the meal is silent. It seems the brothers don’t even feel up to talking to each other.

When Leo emerges from the room, he announces it's time to go. "We have to patrol. They tried to hit us where it hurts. But we're resilient. And we’re not going to let the Krang take our city.”

You narrow your eyes at Leo and wonder if he’s ignoring the strain on his brothers - or if he just can’t see it. You wonder if he can read the loss in their eyes, if he can understand that ordering them to brush themselves off and push through another night of patrol might not be in their best interest right now.

Leo stands taller. “I said, we’re moving out. Let’s go.”

Donatello is the first to stand from the table. He grabs his pack from behind the couch and waits by the window while Leo opens it and climbs into the night. Raphael knocks Mikey’s shoulder and jerks his head toward their brothers as if to say, “We better head out too.”

“I’m sorry you couldn’t stay longer.” You look at their plates of half eaten food and wonder why Leo hadn’t at least let them finish.

“Forget about it,” Raph says with half a frown. “We knew it wouldn’t last.”

“Yeah, right,” Mikey agrees, heading for the fire escape. “We don’t belong in some fancy place like this. But I really like how the carpets match the drapes.”

The observation awards him a smack on the arm.

“What? What’d I say?”

“Kids,” Raphael chuckles, embarrassed for everyone in the room. “He doesn’t know what he’s talkin’ about. Excuse us.” He ushers Mikey out and refuses to explain innuendo to his little brother. “Thanks for all the, uh… thanks.”

Mikey looks back at your family before he leaves. “I really do like the-” his compliment becomes a shout of surprise as Raphael tears him away from the window and to the roof.

Over the next few nights, you get rather used to seeing turtles on the roof. The Krang’s forces are growing in number, but as they continue to remain in hiding, everything feels like speculation. And so, the turtles rotate watch on your building. It makes stargazing more interesting. Especially on nights when Donatello is around. Raphael is kind of a mess. Always on high alert and rarely interested in standing still long enough to enjoy something as simple and amazing as the moon and stars. But Donatello is full of knowledge about the cosmos.

Some nights you and Donnie discuss the possibility of life on other planets. It seems like Donnie enjoys the distraction, until you realize he’s talking about the likelihood of alien attacks.

Mikey has a special interest in astrology, which surprises and delights you to no end. He loves telling you his brothers’ horoscopes and making connections within their lives to prove how absolutely on point astrology is.

Finally, you ask, “How do you know when your birthdays are? I mean, weren’t you all exposed to the mutagen at the same time?”

Mikey explains, “It’s all in the stars. I didn’t choose our birthdays. Our birthdays chose us.” And points to the astrological chart in his lap as if it held the answers to the universe, which, if he were to argue the point, it did.

You just nodded, letting him have his way.

Leo doesn’t patrol your roof. Not once. Not, like, ever. And you’ve looked for him. You’ve asked about him. But the most you’ve ever gotten is a weird sigh from Raphael and some grumbling about Leo cleaning up his own messes.

After two weeks, you drop the subject of Leo completely. If he doesn’t want to see you, then you definitely don’t want to see him.

“How is the new place coming along?”

Mikey rocks from side to side on the edge of the building where the two of you have been tearing up bits of dying leaves and let them float on the wind. “I got my own room.”

Through the corner of your eye, you catch Mikey worrying his bottom lip and decide to wait for him to say more before responding.

“I’m right between Donnie and Raph. It’s pretty cool. I got a bed. And, uh, my music and stuff is all set up. But Raph took half the comic books. Donnie said I can borrow the textbooks anytime I want but…”

“What was your set up like before?”

“Huh?”

“At the Lair. Did you each have your own room?”

“Oh. No. Well, Leo did. He and Donnie had their own. Raphie and I shared,” Mikey’s voice got quieter as he spoke.

“What was it like, rooming with Raph?”

“It sucked. He smells bad after workouts and his cologne smells worse. And he says I snore. And he always moved my stuff and used my headphones without asking.”

“And you miss him.”

“And I miss- Hey…”

“It’s OK to miss him.” You pass Mikey a new leaf to tear. “I bet he misses you, too.”

“I bet he misses my headphones. For sure. He’s always breaking his.”

“He ever break your stuff?”

“Nah. Never. I wasn’t scared he was gonna break ‘em. I just didn’t want them smelling like Fierce by Abercrombie & Fitch.”

You laugh at that and Mikey loosens up a bit. “You share a wall with Raph, right?”

Mikey shrugs. “Kinda. Like a window.”

You lean back on your hands for support and look up at the sky with a smile. “I have an idea.”

#tmnt x reader #gender neutral reader #leonardo x reader #leo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #my writing #guarded hearts and safe houses fic

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hobeymakar · 4 years ago

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Unapologetically | C. Makar Part 2

Previous parts: Part 1

Chapter word count: 3,673 words

A/N: This chapter was so much fun to write! I will be working on the next one ASAP, but it may take me a little longer to write it! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed it as it lets me know that you enjoyed it. Any and all feedback is always greatly appreciated

Shoutouts: @pizzasloot @hockey-and-wine and @grenawitka for being my cheerleaders in the gc! I love you girls with all my heart

Warnings: explicit language

Taty wakes up on the morning of February 5th and feels the nerves start to hit her. Today, she'll be meeting Cale in person and interviewing him for the podcast. A part of her is afraid things will go wrong once they meet and he won't be interested in her anymore. While the other part of her knows that Cale is too nice of a person to ever break her heart like that. If things don't work out, he'll be nice and respectful about it.

In preparation of meeting Cale, she self-isolated from her family for a couple days and got tested for COVID-19. She tested negative thankfully so she can go meet Cale without putting him in danger.

She brushes her teeth and has breakfast as she prepares herself mentally for the podcast. She writes down her questions and her intro, so that she doesn't forget anything that she wants to say and ask. After breakfast she showers and changes into a comfy, warm outfit to withstand the cold of New England winter. She knows the high is only gonna be 37 and with the wind in the city of Boston, it's gonna be way worse.

She loads her car up with all her equipment and starts making the trip towards Boston. She decides to make a trip to her Aunt's apartment in Roxbury, which is on the outskirts of the city. She parks her car inside the community and makes her way into the apartment, since her Aunt always leaves her door open.

"'Cion Tia! (Blessings, Auntie)" she smiles, greeting her Aunt Leo who's in the kitchen making food.

"Dios te bendiga, mi'ja! Que haces aqui? (May God bless you, honey! What are you doing here?) " her aunt asks, as she stands in front of the stove.

"Voy hacer una entrevista con un jugador de hockey (I'm interviewing a hockey player)" she explains, not wanting to mention that she's sort of seeing that player.

"Que bueno mi'ja! ¡Me alegro! Yo se que todo va salir bien porque tu eres una mujer seria y muy inteligente! (That's amazing honey! I'm glad! I know that everything is gonna go great because you're a serious and intelligent woman!" her aunt cries out.

"Gracias Tia! Y Cola y Nine? Thank you Auntie! Where's Cola and Nine?" she asks, referring to another aunt and uncle.

"Nine está trabajando y Cola salió con Frank y Bernardo a ayudar alguien con un trabajito. (Nine's working and Cola went out with Frank and Bernardo to help someone out with a small job," her aunt explains.

"Bueno, yo vine aquí solamente para verte y saludarte. Me voy a quedar en un hotel esta noche y voy a regresar a casa mañana. (Well, I came here only to see you and greet you. I'm staying at a hotel tonight and I'm going back home tomorrow)" she explains.

"Quédate aquí por un rato más. Ya la comida está lista como en 15 minutos. (Stay here for a little longer. The food will be ready in like 15 minutes)" her aunt explains.

"Tengo planes con el jugador pero no diga nada a Mami por favor (I have plans with the player but don't say anything to Mami please)" she pleads.

"Oh ya veo. No le digo nada, mi'ja (Oh, now I see. I won't tell her anything, honey)" her aunt replies, nodding her head.

"Gracias Tia! Dale saludos a Cola, Nine, Frank y Bernardo. Ojala los veo mañana (Thank you, Auntie! Say hi to Cola, Nine, Frank and Bernardo. Hopefully I'll see them tomorrow)" she smiles, hugging her Aunt.

"Con dios, mi'ja. Tengas cuidado, pero lo disfrutas (Take care, honey. Be careful, but have fun)" her Aunt smiles back, kissing her cheek.

Taty leaves the apartment and gets back into her car to make the trip to a hotel right across the street from the TD Garden. During the drive, she hits some traffic because the city of Boston has awful traffic, but arrives at the hotel in 20 minutes. Workers help her get her stuff out of the car and she gets her car parked by the valet. She makes her way inside the hotel and checks in. The workers help her bring her stuff to her room on the 7th floor. She makes her way inside and unpacks her things, putting them out. She puts her recording equipment out on the table and then heads to the windows to take a picture of her view of the Bunker Hill Bridge and TD Garden. She sends the picture to Cale

To: Cale 🥰

Nice choice for the room. You remembered how I like my city view and bath tubs to take baths in

From: Cale 🥰

Of course I remembered! I remember every single thing you've told me

To: Cale 🥰

How quickly can you get your butt up to my room?

From: Cale 🥰

I'm in Mikko's room rn with the guys but I can make up an excuse and disappear

To: Cale 🥰

I want to order room service and then interview you

From: Cale 🥰

Alright I'll be there in a few

She looks at herself in the mirror, making sure she looks good. She realizes how dumb it is for her to stress over her looks when Cale has literally seen her looking gross with no makeup on and her hair looking a whole ass mess.

She goes on her phone and tries to calm down her nerves. After a few minutes, she hears a knock on her door. She goes up to the door and opens it, meeting Cale who's dressed in an Avs sweatshirt and sweatpants. She pulls him in and closes the door shut right away, so that no one can see.

He lifts her up for a hug and she wraps her legs around him, her tiny frame wrapping around him tightly. They embrace each other for a few moments before putting her back down.

"So you like the room I picked out for you?" he asks, as she leads him further inside the room.

"Yes! It's perfect! It's honestly way too big for just me," she smiles.

She gives him a quick tour of the room and bathroom and he sits down on the bed while she opens the room service menu.

"Do you want anything?" she asks him.

"No, I already had lunch with the team," he informs her.

"Alright," she nods, looking back at the menu.

"Order anything you want regardless of price. It's on me," he informs her.

"Cale, I can't make you spend all this money on me. You're paying for my room and the valet parking, the least I can do is pay you back for the food," she protests.

"I appreciate your concern, but this is nothing to me. Let me treat you," he replies, trying to convince her to let him spoil her.

"You're lucky you're cute," she sighs, giving in.

She calls room service and places her order. As she waits for her order, she turns on the TV and gets on the bed, snuggling into Cale's side. She puts on NHL Network and they watch highlights from the night before, while talking about certain plays and players.

"You know I've never met a girl that I could talk about hockey with like this. Like you actually understand the sport and everything," he comments.

"Well I've been a fan for so long and I've always been obsessed with sports since I was a little kid. It's the reason why I was always one of the guys growing up," she explains.

"And I think it's the coolest thing about you! You're so passionate about sports and sports stats! You're passionate about diversity and inclusion in sports too!" he smiles, running his fingers through her hair.

She feels the heat rise in her cheeks and she wishes he would just kiss her already, but she's too shy to do it herself.

"Well thank you. For a long time, I was embarrassed about how nerdy it is. It's probably why guys never saw me as anything more than a tomboy," she explains sheepishly.

"Yeah well it's their loss. They never got to see how incredible you really are," he smiles, kissing her forehead.

If she could die in his arms right now, she wouldn't mind honestly. She's never felt this sort of warmth and such intense butterflies in her stomach. Her heart feels so full and she finally realizes that this is what falling in love feels like. She had never felt it before but she loves the feeling so much that she doesn't want it to end.

The room service arrives and she brings the tray full of food inside. She sits down on the bed and starts eating as they watch TV and make small talk.

"What did you and the boys do today?" she asks.

"Well we got here late last night, so none of us woke up til like 10am. We all got ready and had lunch in the restaurant. Then we went to Mikko's room to play video games. It's been pretty boring so far, but we're not doing much because of COVID. We can't be going out like we used to," he explains.

"Yeah this virus has really fucked things up here. The governor of Massachusetts still hasn't allowed any fans to attend Celtics or Bruins games at the Garden and I don't know if he will for the rest of the season. Maybe he will for playoffs but I don't expect him to," she explains.

"I get that though. We have to keep people safe as much as possible until we eliminate this virus," he adds.

They switch the subject after that and keep the light conversation flowing until she finishes eating. She then sets her empty tray outside the room and starts setting everything up for the podcast, handing Cale a mic. She grabs her mic and sets it up, hooking everything up to her laptop. She checks the audio, making sure it's all good before starting the recording on her laptop.

"Our next guest is the biggest we've had so far. He was born and raised in Calgary, Alberta and was named after a Flames player. He grew up a Flames fan and made a name for himself in the AJHL playing for the Brooks Bandits, where he was named AJHL player of the year. He quickly became a top prospect and was selected 4th overall by the Colorado Avalanche in 2017. He played two seasons at UMass Amherst with the Minutemen, setting school records. He won the 2019 Hobey Baker Award and led the Minutemen to the Frozen Four, where they lost to the Minnesota Duluth Bulldogs in the championship game. He signed with the Avalanche immediately after the loss, ending his collegiate career and made his debut in Game 4 of the 1st round of the Stanley Cup playoffs with Colorado in his hometown of Calgary. With family and friends in attendance, he scored his first ever goal in the game. He recently won the 2020 Calder Trophy given to the league's top rookie. Welcome to the Ace of Hockey podcast, Cale Makar," she introduces, absolutely nailing the intro.

"Wow, that has to be the longest intro I've ever gotten for an interview, so thank you," he smiles.

"Well you're a young superstar now, so I gotta have the intro reflect that," she replies.

"I don't know if I'm worthy of such an intro, but I appreciate it though," he smiles.

She starts asking him questions about his childhood and what it was like growing up in Alberta, how he ended up playing Junior A instead of Major Junior, what made him go to the college hockey route, as well as what his draft day experience was like. She also asks him what his experience was like at UMass Amherst, and what it was like playing in the National Championship game and winning the Hobey Baker. She then asks him about signing his ELC and what it was like making his debut in the playoffs in his hometown and scoring a goal in his debut. She then asks him about his rookie year and what it was like in his first full season in Colorado.

He also explains how Nate took him under his wing this season and really helped show him the ropes on how to be a pro. He also talks about how great of a captain Gabe is and who are the funniest guys on the team, as well as the pranksters. He also explains how it was like for him personally in the bubble. He also mentions everything players have said and done about social justice change and how important it is to listen and be an ally for minority groups.

They finish up the interview and he helps her clean everything up.

"So, I have a team dinner in like half an hour that I need to get ready for. I promise I will come back afterwards so we can hang out," he explains.

"That's fine, Cale. I'll probably just take a nice bath and relax, maybe listen to our interview. I'll send you the audio and if you want anything edited out, just let me know," she explains.

"Of course, love. I'm not concerned about that honestly," he assures her.

"Go get ready before you're late. Afterwards, you know where to find me," she smiles, pushing him lightly to the door.

"Alright fine. No need to kick me out," he teases, walking towards the door.

As soon as he gets to the door, he turns around and brings her in for a hug, lifting her from the ground. He sets her back down after a few moments.

"Bye Cale. Have fun at dinner," she smiles, kissing his cheek.

"Bye love," he smiles, walking out.

She shuts the door immediately and heads to the bathroom to take a nice relaxing bath in the tub. She turns on the water and gets undressed. Once the tub is filled, she stops the water and throws in a bath bomb. She gets in and immediately soaks in the warmth of the water. She sends a selfie of her in the bath and sends it to her sisters in their Ventura Rodriguez sisters group chat.

From: Katie

Damn how tf did you get a sugar daddy?

From: Kiana

I thought you were interviewing a player today? Is the player your sugar daddy?

To: The Ventura Rodriguez sisters

I don't have a sugar daddy and yes I interviewed the player today. He was nice enough to book me a room at the hotel he's staying at

From: Katie

No way he booked you a hotel if it's just a professional relationship. He definitely likes you

From: Kiana

So who's the player you're talking to

To: The Ventura Rodriguez Sisters

Nope not telling y'all. He's not my boyfriend so y'all don't got to know

She puts on some soft R&B and lets the music relax her. Before she knows it, she's been in there for an hour and gets out. She wraps her body in a towel and unplugs the drain. She dries herself off and changes into a faded URI basketball t-shirt and boyshorts. She dries her hair with a blowdryer and gets into bed, opening her laptop.

She listens to the 40 minute long audio clip of the interview and loves the interview. The conversation just flows between them and she thinks that her listeners are going to really love it, even though they didn't talk so much about social activism, like she has with other guests on the podcast. Her stomach starts to grumble and she realizes she hasn't had dinner yet. She grabs the room service menu and starts looking, as she's about to call to place her order, she hears a knock on the door.

She gets up and goes to the door. Unfortunately because of her lack of height, she can't see through the peephole who it is. She opens the door and internally sighs in relief when she sees it's Cale dressed in a UMass sweatshirt and shorts. He walks in and hugs her, lifting her up again.

"Do you have a thing for lifting me up?" she asks, as she wraps her legs around him.

"You're just so tiny that it's hard for me not to do it," he teases, referring to her 4'9 height.

“No, I think you have a thing for lifting me up, bud,” she teases back, moving her hands up to his hair.

“Just for that I’m putting you back down,” he replies playfully, setting her back down.

“Well you’re just in time to watch me order dinner,” she informs him, leading him towards the bed.

“I wish I could take you out to a nice dinner for a date,” he sighs, wishing he didn’t have to deal with the league’s COVID restrictions that prevent him from leaving the hotel except for practice and the game.

“It’s okay. You’ll just make it up to me some other time. We can just watch TV while I eat. That sounds like a pretty nice date to me,” she explains, grabbing the phone to call room service.

She calls room service and places her order. She decides to get comfortable and get under the sheets.

“Are you gonna join me?” she asks, referring to the spot right beside her under the sheets.

He quickly gets under the sheets with her and she rests her head on his shoulder. He turns on the TV and puts on NBCSN to watch the Flames play the Sabres in Buffalo.

“Is it cool if we watch the game?” he asks.

“Of course! I love watching hockey even if it doesn’t involve teams I cheer for,” she smiles, resting her head on his chest.

He strokes her back up and down with his fingers, causing sparks of heat to roll up her spine from his touch.

“Who are you rooting for?” she asks him.

“Calgary. I’m always gonna have a soft spot for my hometown team, even though they’re a conference rival,” he explains.

“I like Calgary. They have really sick players, like Monahan, Gaudreau, Lindholm and don’t even get me started on Tkachuk!: she gushes, causing him to stiffen up.

“I didn’t know you liked Tkachuk,” he replies, his voice getting deeper than it already is.

“I mean what’s there not to like? He’s a strong power forward with great hands! I mean that between-the-legs goal last year proved how skilled he is!” she gushes.

“Yeah he’s a great player but I didn’t think you liked him that much,” he replies, sounding bitter.

“No need to be jealous, babes! Tkachuk’s cool and all but he doesn’t compare to you,” she assures him, kissing his cheek.

The food arrives and she goes outside to pick it up. She brings the tray inside and starts eating, while watching the game.

“You want some?” she asks, referring to her pasta.

“No, I can’t eat that. The trainers will kill me,” he replies.

“Who cares! It’s just one bite,” she replies, bringing the forkful of pasta closer to his mouth

“Babe, I’m serious! I can’t eat that,” he groans, moving his face away further.

“Fine, more for me,” she scoffs, shrugging her shoulders.

She finishes eating her pasta and Cale stares at her for a moment.

“You got a little something,” he trails off, pointing to her face.

Her eyes go wide and she takes a napkin, wiping her mouth. She removes the bit of sauce from her lip and puts the napkin down on the tray. He lowers down the volume on the TV and takes her hands in his.

“Can I tell you something?” he asks.

“You can tell me anything,” she replies, feeling her heartbeat start to accelerate.

“I really like you. For the past 5 months I’ve been getting to know you and I believe you’re the most intelligent, beautiful, and caring girl I’ve ever met. I know things aren’t easy with the season going on and you living in Rhode Island, but I wanna try and make things work between us. Will you officially be my girlfriend?” he asks, looking directly into her eyes.

“Yes!” she nods, feeling like her heart might just explode.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

“I’ve been wanting you to kiss me all day!” she replies, getting a little chuckle out of him in response.

He cups her face and presses his lips gently onto hers and Taty swears she feels those cliché sparks everyone always talks about. She kisses back almost immediately, not holding back. The kiss quickly becomes more passionate and she’s reciprocating each kiss enthusiastically. After a couple minutes, they break apart.

“You know how I told you I’ve never done this before? Well, I want us to take it slow and I hope that’s okay with you,” she says sheepishly, afraid of rejection.

“We can take it as slow as you want. You control how this goes. I will never push you to do anything you don’t want to do. I like you for you,” he assures her, kissing her knuckles.

She had never known what falling in love is like, but now she does because she’s definitely falling in love with Cale Douglas Makar. She never wants this feeling and she prays to God she never finds a way to fuck this up.

They spend a few more hours wrapped in each other’s arms before Cale announces he has to leave because it’s getting late and he has practice in the morning.

“Bye babe,” she smiles, leading him towards the door.

“Bye princess. Sweet dreams,” he kisses her.

He walks out the door and she shuts the door behind him. She pinches herself, thinking it might be a dream. She’s relieved to find out it isn’t a dream and she finally has a boyfriend for the first time in her life.

#cale makar #colorado avalanche #hockey #nhl writing #nhl fanfiction #cale makar fanfic #hockey fanfiction #nhl #nhl players #nhl imagines #cale makar imagine

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jayinthecloset · 6 years ago

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The Hoodie Thief

Request: No

Relationship [Family]: Turtles x Child! Reader (Mostly Donnie)

Summary: Someone has stolen Donnie's hoodie and he will find the culprit.

Note: Originally from my Wattpad.

Not edited, not fully.

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"Leo!" Donnie stomped out the lab and looked around before landing his eyes of the turtle. The red-eared slider looks up from his comic to see his fuming brother.

"What is it, bro?"

"Where is my hoodie?" Leo looked at him, confused.

"I don't know," Leo answered, eventually.

"Oh no, do not give that stupid innocent look of yours. You are the only one who could have done it." Donnie pointed an accusing finger at him.

"Why me? I've been sitting here the whole time, you probably misplaced it." Leo gave him an amused look as his brother continued to fume as he went to his room muttering to himself. After a few minutes, there was a giggle.

"You took it didn't you?" Leo looked behind him to see you, a young child dwarfed from the large purple hoodie they wore. They giggled and ran towards him. They crawled to his lap and put the hood up to cover their head.

"You are one sneaky little kid, you know that?"

"I learn from the best!" You answered, giving him a goofy smile.

"We never even taught you anything about being sneaky," Leo said, a bit confused. He pulled up him comic again and you both read.

"That's because you guys suck at sneaking." You answered bluntly.

"Ouch. You hang out with Donnie way too much." He chuckled, flipping to the next page.

"He lets me help him and teaches me cool stuff. He's awesome. Hey! Put the page back, I'm not done."

"I thought I was awesome? And you are a slow reader." He playfully groaned before turning back a page.

"No, you're the gorgeous one. Don Don is the awesome one. And I like the pictures, I wanna keep looking." You answered while looking at the pictures closely.

"I'll take the compliment. Oh, I think someone's coming back to hunt down the jacket." You gasped, jumping out of his lap you ran somewhere while trying to make sure you didn't make the hoodie dirty. You know how much he likes it.

"It's not here." Donnie stayed, pulling the purple curtain open to glare at his brother. Leo continued to read the comic and acted as casual as possible.

"Well, I mean have you asked the others if they've seen it?"

"You said something intelligent, I'm surprised." He heard a small 'hey' but continued to the kitchen to hopefully find Mikey.

"Mikey!"

"What?!" The box turtle yelled out before he took a bite on his pizza. Donnie entered the kitchen and glared at him suspiciously, which made him confused. The purple masked genius pointed an accusing finger at his brother.

"Did you take my hoodie?" He demanded. Mikey scrunched his face in confusion and just shook his head as he chewed. Donnie marched away, rather dramatically, to find the oldest brother. Once he found him, he witnessed him chuckling while looking somewhere. He must have it but why? It wouldn't even fit him! Unless it was to mess with him. He stood in front of Raph who tensed up quickly while trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Donnie! Hey bro." He bit his lips and he was starting to sweat. Donnie has finally found the culprit. He demanded for his hoodie but his brother tried to tell him he doesn't have it. After a few minutes of arguing, Donnie growled.

"If you don't have it, who would have it then? Hm?" The intelligent turtle raised a brow in question or suspicion with his hands placed on his hips.

"I-uh-I dunno..."

"Raph, you are a terrible liar."

"I swear it's not me. It's a, uh, a ghost!" The snapping turtle's eyes drifted to look behind Donnie but quickly looked back but he noticed. He turned around just in time to his hoodie running away? Was his brother right? Was it truly a ghost or was it something else? Donnie ran after it leaving his brother holding a laugh with tears ready to spill. Once he disappeared, Raph let out a laugh. This was too hilarious!

...

You quickly turned a corner trying not to look behind you. The running footsteps and shouts could be heard behind you and you contain a giggle. You continued to run with the fabric clutched in your tiny fingers. You turned one last corner and hid. You heard him hiss to himself and the words you've heard were bad. Someone has a potty mouth. You thought while giggling quietly.

You heard footsteps disappear, the opposite of your hiding spot. You look around the sewers and once you deemed it safe enough, you started to run back to the lair. It was a good thing you had left small marks to lead you back and you need to thank the brothers again for that. When you came back no one was there and you started to yawn. All the running and hiding has gotten you tired. You padded to the purple curtain and entered the room. You then crawled up the bed and curled up with your eyes drooping closed. You pulled the hood to hide your eyes so you could sleep easier from the dim lights. You then let yourself take a nap.

...

Donnie had given up and gone to his room to wallow in the misery of the loss of his hoodie. Pulling the curtain open, he stopped and did a double check. His hoodie was right on his bed and there was someone wearing it. He walked quietly and pulled the hoodie off their face and his eyes softened at the scene. It was you, sleeping contently in his hoodie. Your eyes fluttered open and you yawned.

"I made sure it didn't get dirty." You said quietly, your eyes drooping ready to go back to sleep. He did, in fact, notice that the hoodie was not dirty and he appreciated that. He placed his arms under your small legs and your back to moved you to have your head on the pillow.

"You could have just asked for the hoodie, you know," Donnie said, looking confused while he sat on the bed.

"Yeah but..." You trailed off before you looked at him with worry. "I had to find a way to get you out of your lab. You were there for more than two days, at least that's what Mikey told me."

"You could have said that."

"You wouldn't have listened though, I tried before." The confusion Donnie held was swept away once he realized. You really did try to get his attention, to distract him but he brushed you off multiple times. He was supposed to be taking care of you especially after you lost your parents but instead you went out of your way to take care of him. He knows he has a tendency to forget about his health when he was busy working on a project but he wanted to set a good example for you. You look up to him and he has done what he can to make sure you were healthy. But he has been neglecting that, wasn't he? He knows his brothers were taking care of you but still.

The lack of sleep suddenly had caught up to him and he let out a yawn. You noticed and tugged his arm, asking him to go to bed. All you wanted was your big brother to sleep, you could see the tiredness in his eyes and you wanted to help. He stood up and took off all his gear before crawling up to the bed and faceplanted on the pillow you had quickly moved away from. You moved to cuddle up on Donnie, who moved to wrapped his arms around you almost protectively.

"You're lucky you're cute." He mumbled before you both went to sleep.

...

April perked up from the ping on her phone, signaling a message. She placed her pen down and opened her phone to see the message was from Mikey. She opened the message and realized it was a photo! Specifically, Donnie sleeping with his arms wrapped around you. You both looked content sleeping and you were wearing his hoodie.

April let a squeal and jumped up and down. You two looked so adorable! She couldn't help it. She looked at the photo again and her smile softened. He looked tired from the bags evident under his eyes and the smile on your faces was there. She knew you were a very sweet kid and you seem to have a knack for understanding emotions. Donnie must have been busy in his lab and you decided to take matters into your own hands. You've done that to her and it wasn't any surprise you would do it to him too. She started to type a message and sent it.

April: They look so adorable!

Mikey: I know!!!! (N/N) is so sweet to get Donnie out of his lab.

April: That's (Y/N) alright. The sweetest kid in the world.

April: Imma put this as my wallpaper

#rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt x child!reader #child! reader #x reader #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #gender neutral reader #child reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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aworldoffandoms · 5 years ago

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Runaway - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 – Ultimatum

Author’s Note: Hi guys! I’m back with a new chapter! I am so so so sorry for the wait but uni got in the way (and a loss of inspiration to write) but now I can say that I have time to write (yay!) or when I get around to it lol ...because I’ve finished uni (officially) and all is left for me now is to graduate! Time to figure out what to do with my life now lol. It’s been a long time coming but I hope you like this chapter. I appreciate all the feedback! Thanks for sticking with me!

Pairing: Liam x MC [Ariel]

Word Count: 4, 600 + (approx - give or take)

Rating: MA15+

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Summary: Bad news. An ultimatum. Ariel and Liam in two different places trying to fight for what matters to them and for Europe itself.

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“We now cross over to our leading royal expert, Thomas Marin…what can you tell us about this upcoming European Crown Summit?”

“Hi, Liza. I'm here in Switzerland where the Crown Summit will be held. This marks the thirty-fifth anniversary where the reigning monarchies of Europe come together to discuss and cinch deals ranging from trade levies, funding and offering infrastructure and tax incentives.”

Ariel listens, her ears perking up the sounds of the faint, tinny television voices while her hands busied themselves with the menial task of cleaning up. The low hum of the heater which she’d finally gotten the landlord to fix after a month of cajoling sputtered to a halt, then groaned to a stop.

“Personally, I'm surprised it's going ahead-considering most royals who have gone missing are from some of the most powerful European royal families. Don't you think they'd be some tension?”

“I'm a bit dubious about that too, but event organizers confirm it will be going ahead…”

Ariel washes up the remaining dishes accumulated after her lunch with Leo and his wife Katie before both headed back to their home on the west coast of America, her thoughts sifting through the week ahead of work meetings and insufferable sleazy men, getting ready for the Thanksgiving rush.

During this lunch, Ariel told Leo absolutely everything. All those months, she'd yearned for someone to listen to her, someone to sit down on the ratty diner booths and listen without a flinch. Now that she had curled around a cup of watery coffee across from the abdicated prince, she had no idea where that yearning had come from.

Intel was a valuable thing, but it didn’t pay the rent or get a plane ticket back home. What else could she do but sit at the screen, desperately grabbing at loose ends? It was a much better use of her time when she actually tried to convince herself of it. His tyranny had to end and using the information she had to be used in a clear and concise way. It would mean nothing if she didn’t use each of this in its littlest form against him. The information she has gathered from all corners of the globe should help her in that attempt. She knew that he had somehow escaped a high-security dungeon in the palace while awaiting trial for treason. How Anton managed to get out under their noses was a mystery to her. Granted, Anton had always had his own connections considering the power he’d once held in his hands. Ariel shivered as roils of nausea shook her again - a more visible aftereffect of the ordeal.

She was flipping through files about a few off-shore transactions that Anton had made to St. Lucia in the Caribbean when the unmistakable jingle of breaking news splits through her working bubble of concentration. That bubble wasn’t coming back anytime soon.

“We have just received word from the Cordonian Press Office that His Majesty, King Liam has been reported missing. That goes for three of his Royal advisors, Sir Drake Walker, Lord Maxwell Beaumont of Ramsford, Duchess Olivia Nevrakis of Lythikos and Head of Guard, Bastien Lykel. No further information has been shared.”

The deathly air sets in as she stares at the television with abject horror as icy dread trails down her back. A sob rises in her throat and she doesn’t hold back as she allows it to rip out of her throat like a slingshot. The sound is almost like a wail to her ears but she doesn’t care.

The world around Ariel slow becomes a dull void, nothing registering to her, nothing makes sense other than the short, staccato notes of her breathing. The journalists on the TV a low hum, the clock ticking in the corner, its hands moving like the passage of time. No way to stop it. No way to stop the inevitable.

Ariel stares ahead of her blankly, her brain shutting down, disassociating in shock. Her catatonic state the only way to separate herself from the chaos of her mind. Her tears have long since dried and yet she cannot gather the strength to move from her position on the couch, her limbs heavy with the burden of the present news ringing inside her head like a foghorn. She wraps arms around her legs as she hugs them to her chest and she welcomes the heavy cloak of emptiness that envelops her in its embrace.

***

Liam should be in Cordonia…

The words pounded in her ears in the dull aches of what felt like a migraine, but wouldn’t be helped by copious amounts of Advil and a nap on the couch. No, this wasn’t going away anytime soon.

Yet, she already knew he’d be in Moscow considering the package Marguerite had sent him two weeks prior. It would be impossible for Liam to go missing outside of Cordonia. Any enemy forces wouldn’t even have been able to show their face at the border checkpoints. How helpful that had been, she thought ruefully. It wasn’t like Anton had been kept out again.

Ariel wallows in her self pity for a few moments more and contemplates if she should just close her eyes and forget about this whole mess and drown in her hopelessness. That was better than thinking about all the possible scenarios that could befall Liam and their friends. The phone chimes.

The phone's chiming. The untraceable phone is chiming.

Her eyes widen immediately and she leaps up from the couch and sprints to her bedroom. When she enters, she heads over to the bedside table and she yanks with such force that the lamp on top of it topples over and crashes on the ground. Ariel doesn’t have time to wonder about it before she lifts the phone to her ear.

In her rush, she doesn’t see the I.D. but in the next moment, she wishes she had because the next words she hears makes her blood run cold.

“Hello, Your Majesty.”

Ariel gasps, her jaw dropping in alarm.

“Anton…”

“Hello, my dear. I have a surprise for you.”

The way in which Anton says those words makes her blood boil, the rage seeping into her weathered bones and sending a jolt of energy through her. Her voice is sharp and succinct with the next words.

“Save it, Anton. I don’t need any surprises from you. You’re just a pathetic, disgusting, evil motherfu--”

“You know as well as anyone that a queen must comport herself to the highest of standards. I doubt they taught you the ethics of foul language alongside teaspoons and whatnot.”

Her lips were pulled tight as she gritted her teeth, the unmasked anger making her voice almost shake.

“What could I possibly want from you, Anton? You’ve already ripped me away from everything I care about. What could you possibly do to make me listen to you?”

There was a small sound on the other end of the line, just a small puff of air, yet Ariel had a sneaking suspicion that Anton was quietly laughing.

“What are you laughing at, Anton? How could any of this be funny?”

The short snort of laughter’s unmistakable now and an undistinguished shout sounds off in the distance before Anton talks again.

“Oh, I’m just laughing at how incredibly easy it will be for me to make you do as I say.”

Ariel scoffs, her fingers tightening their hold around the phone.

“There is nothing in this world that will make me do your bidding.”

“Are you sure about that, Ariel? I managed to do so before.”

Ariel frowns at the tone of his voice. There was almost unveiled glee behind it like there was something he knew that she didn’t and he was basking in this knowledge.

“What?”

She hears a low laugh in her ear and then a fuzzy shuffling noise masking the rest of it.

“Anton?”

The following sound seemed to echo as if he had put her on loudspeaker.

“Ariel...there is someone here that would like to say something to you. I advise you to listen. Otherwise…”

Ariel’s stomach pinched in fear. “Otherwise, what?”

“Well...I guess you’ll have the death of Cordonia’s monarch on your hands.”

Ariel has to collect herself for a few short moments, trying in vain to keep the tremors out of her voice. The tremors fade. The rage doesn’t.

“I swear Anton...if you touch a hair on Liam’s head--”

Anton laughs, the low sound echoing in her ear. “I won’t hurt him,” A pause. “Well . . . yet.”

Ariel fiddles with the wedding band around her neck, the feel of the small diamonds lining the circumference of the platinum ring grounding her.

“I’ve done everything you have asked. I left my husband, my friends, my family. All for what? Revenge? Glory? Power?”

There is silence on the other end, another unmistakable silence. “I’m doing this because change needs to be made. I deserve to be king and if being king means I kill to get it. Then...that’s what I’ll do.”

Ariel shudders in disgust. The absolute nerve of this man. How delusional was he?

“It will be a cold day in hell before you succeed in that, Anton.”

There’s a short bark of a snicker in her ear and Ariel’s nails dig into the soft skin of her palm. She winces at the pain, the only reminder that this was real and she wasn’t dreaming or in hell itself.

“Oh, Ariel...I’ve already succeeded.”

“Oh?”

There’s a scuffle on the other end, a pained grunt and then a voice. Ariel’s knees buckle as the sound reaches her ears.

“Ariel? Ariel? Where are you?”

Ariel’s breath hitches she collapses against her bed frame, a broken sob wrenches out of her throat.

“Liam…” she gasps, hand flying up to her mouth, willing down the sob wanting to spring out of her again.

His voice is weak when he responds. “You have no idea what a relief it is to hear your voice again.”

Ariel can’t help but smile through her pain, the tears slipping down her face as she responds. “I could say the same. I missed you.”

There’s a choking sound as if hearing her voice a second time has stolen his breath. “I’ve missed you too. I can’t believe--”

Anton cuts him off. “Ah. Ah. I believe you are meant to tell her something?”

There is silence on the other end before a throat is cleared and Liam speaks his tone grave.

“Ariel. You have four days to surrender otherwise Anton will...will take out most of Europe’s monarchy at the Summit. It’s imperative that you do. Don’t worry about getting to me. I’ll be fine.”

She opens her mouth, then hesitates. No, this isn’t him, or at least the husband she knows. It’s almost like there's a veil over his words, a thin shroud of anger and reluctance lacing through each word almost as if he’s been forced to say it.

Ariel grinds her teeth in frustration. Oh, Anton was good. Too good.

“Four days. Four days, and I’ll be there.”

There is a satisfied hum at Anton’s end and she smiles at the sound. She didn’t know that she could be that convincing but after years of hiding and covering her tracks, she was more than an expert at hiding true emotion from her voice.

Liam begins to speak again. “Ariel, please be careful--”

“I think Liam has had enough of a reunion today. We’ll save the big one till later. Take him back to his cell.”

Despite the plan already concocting in her head about the next few days, Ariel couldn’t help the spike of fear to thunder through her at the thought of Liam getting hurt inadvertently by her hand. She was the catalyst for all of this, after all.

“How did you find him?”

The words spill out without forethought, just an attempt, a desperate and frantic one at that, trying to keep Anton on the phone.

There's dark amusement behind his words as he speaks to her, the smug tenor of his voice making her skin crawl. “Oh. In Moscow, with Marguerite and his sorry excuse for advisors. You really should consider a better delivery system than the one you had. Packages get tampered with all the time. Among other things.”

Ariel didn’t have time to say anything else as the line went dead. She glanced at the phone, a burst of anger swelling into her chest until finally a guttural scream left her mouth, the sound reverberating around the room and in her burst of rage throws the phone against the wall and it shatters against it with a resounding crash.

Shit.

Ariel begins to pace, her feet wearing a whole into the carpet. What will she do now? She was well and truly stuck now. Despite an earlier plan in her head forming, so many were bouncing around in her head like a ping-pong match that she couldn’t make sense of them. Anton theoretically had her by the throat and any wrong move would mean certain death. For her and ultimately her friends and…

Liam.

A series of flashing images pass by her eyes in quick succession. Some good. Some bad. But the worst of all is seeing Liam at the mercy of Anton’s contempt, on his knees, his face battered and bruised with dark, tired eyes, those wondrous blue eyes almost dark and hopeless like the ocean during one of Cordonia’s winter storms, his frame defeated like he was broken too many times to really fight anymore.

She had fought hard to keep Liam safe and she’d be damned if she’d let Liam fall and surrender their kingdom into the hands of that maniac. Liam would break if he lost Cordonia. Liam was Cordonia. If a king couldn’t be saved, at least the realm could be.

So she set her plans in motion, using the resources she had at her disposal and contacting most of the royals through an encrypted server. If she was going to beat Anton, she was going to need the strength of all of them combined. They were royals but they knew how to kick ass when needed. The prince of Belgium might have come off as a soft-hearted man, but years of royal pedigree had made him calculating to a fault. Marguerite might be a little naive, Ariel admitted, but her ability to cause a distraction were second to none. The other royals had at least one thing in common - the fleeting chance for redemption and their yearning desperation for it. Perhaps that would finally do the trick.

The date was set.

He wanted power. And Anton was particularly smart enough to find it. At this time and in this particular year there was only one event which would give Anton the leverage he needed against Europe. Leo was right. The Crown Summit is the perfect setting and Anton will find this as the perfect opportunity to implement his plans to the highest of degrees.

Ariel shivers as cold dread washes over her. She knew it was coming. Anton never let her forget it and her contacts kept tabs on the European royal families. Liam’s warning rings inside her head. This was it.

As the last of the agreed confirmations roll into her inbox, she nods, coldly booking a ticket. If Anton was going to be a crazy, power-hungry psychotic asshole then she was more than ready to smack that smug look off his face while she pulled the rug out from underneath him in a spectacular fashion that even Olivia Nevrakis herself will applaud.

Ariel snaps her laptop shut and gathers a travel bag, haphazardly chucking in whatever her hands decided to find. Time was of the essence.

If Anton wanted her in four days, she was going to be there in one. God knows the other missing royals at the rendezvous would need that extra time. Marguerite most of all.

Ariel zips up her bag, a smirk pulls up her lips and despite herself, a triumphant laugh escapes her.

Anton thought he was above everything and two steps ahead.

Well...this time? Anton will be the one in the firing line. He just didn’t know it yet.

Anton wasn’t the only one with the power.

***

“You have four days. Well, she does anyways.”

Liam glared at Anton as he hung up from Ariel, a smirk lifting his lips. “What are you doing, Anton? You can’t possibly think the Crown Summit will cower to your whims. You have no idea who you’re messing with here.”

Anton glares as he lowers his head to look into Liam’s eyes with contempt, his lips pull up into a sneer. “I am taking what is mine. And this time I will. Not. Lose.” The last words shooting out of his mouth like knives through clenched teeth, the rage seeping through his tone.

If he was any other person who had not been witness to the atrocities that Anton had done he would shrink in fear but no. Liam was stronger than that and Anton’s wrath did not waver him at all. He survived four assassination attempts for heaven’s sake!

Liam refuses to flinch, even though his face throbbed and his wrists ache against the chains binding his hands together. He might be king but he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. Leo taught him that.

Liam stares up at Anton defiantly, his lip pulling up in a mirrored show of Anton’s sneer.

“I wish you luck on that endeavour, Anton, but it will be a fruitless one.”

Anton leans back against the concrete wall, arms folded over his chest, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I find that hard to believe when I have you here, in chains, battered and bruised. I believe I have the upper hand.”

Liam shakes his head, his lips smoothing into a thin line. “You can lock me up and beat me all you want but you will never get my crown.” Or Europe’s either.

Anton rolls his eyes as he steps away from the wall and leans down, roughly grabbing Liam’s chin. His eyes are like frigid ice as he stares Liam down, his mouth curled in a snarl.

“Listen, here, Your Majesty,” Anton spits out the words like hot venom, “I will get the crown. Even if I have to wrench it from your cold, dead hands. This time, you won’t be able to stop me.”

Liam grins against Anton’s grip on his jaw. “I’d like to see you try…again. ”

Anton growls deep in his throat, pinning Liam down with his black eyes before Anton rears back and headbutts Liam with such force that burning fire explodes against his face and he can’t help the yelp of pain that escapes his mouth. He falls to the ground with an ungraceful thud, his eyes seeing stars as the world around him blurs, he hears a shout but it’s lost to him as he blacks out completely.

***

The sound of soft discussion arouses Liam from unconsciousness, his face throbbing painfully, his head pounding as he brings a hand to his face, and finds the once straight and narrow bridge of his nose slightly askew. Broken bones were a common occurrence through his childhood and teenage years. His incorrigible brother was the main reason why. Having seen Leo break his nose on two occasions, setting it back into place was easy, although in Leo’s case he had the royal physicians to do it. Liam had no such thing. Tensing his muscles at the pain that was to come, he places both hands on his nose, tilts his head back to open his nostrils and with a sharp pull, his nose realigns. Liam gingerly touches his face and finds the spot tender, blood starts to trickle down his button-down shirt. He’d have to get it looked at once he returned to Cordonia but he thought a broken nose was a small price to pay for getting rid of Anton once and for all. A battle scar some might say.

Shuffling can be heard before a whisper pierces Liam’s painful bleary haze, “Liam? You awake?”

Liam’s eyes open slowly, the pain behind his eyelids almost making him want to immediately close them again as if that would stem how much he was aching right now. Another groan leaves him as he sits up against the metal cot.

As Liam opens his eyes, he comes into contact with the stark white walls of his cell, the titanium bars which were two inches thick kept him caged. He stands up with shaky legs and pads over to the bars and meets his best friend.

“Drake? What happened?”

Liam knew that something must have happened for his nose to be broken the way it had been but as of now his brain was a messy, thick fog.

Drake gives him a sympathetic look.

“Ah...well…”

Drake trails off as he averts his gaze, his feet shuffling against the floor. Liam rolls his eyes and then winces. Even that small action prompted a throbbing pain to explode inside his head.

“Drake. No need to dance around the subject.”

Drake clears his throat, his hands gripping the bars tightly.

“Well...you kinda got knocked out cold but that was before you taunted him. Mind you...I would have said other colourful words to him but I believe you held yourself pretty well.”

Liam squints, his foggy mind trickling away, the images in his head seeming to be moving in slow motion, yet they were slowly clicking together like a puzzle piece. Once his mind came up for air and the last of the puzzle fit together, Liam’s eyes widened.

“Ariel was on the phone! I talked to Ariel!”

Drake’s lips twitched in a smile hearing the relief in his voice and the childlike happiness on Liam’s face. One measly phone call to his wife and Liam was already happy beyond words.

“Yeah, Liam. You talked to her…”

Drake’s face darkened after his words trailed off and Liam noticed the change and gave him a quizzical look. “What is it, Drake?”

Drake gave him a small, pained smile, his grip on the bars tightening. Drake wanted Liam to guess but considering he just woke up from a massive head-butt from the raging asshole upstairs, Drake figured he’d need a little prompting. Liam might still be a bit disorientated.

Drake took a deep breath and met his best friends eyes, his face a stoic mask yet was whole-heartedly trying not to break it. “You were on the phone to her but she...she’s on her way here. Anton gave her an ultimatum. Either she comes here or you die.”

Liam’s heart sank at that thought. No, it couldn’t be. Not when they were so close.

He knew Ariel enough that he believed she would find a loophole. She always did. Now, it was only a matter if he could as well.

Drake sighs in relief when he finally finds the glint that had been missing the last few weeks in the once strong king’s eyes. Resolve. Determination. Strength.

Liam gave Drake a smirk, so reminiscent of when they were boys and they would play maze-tag, his young childhood laughter echoing around the palace gardens when he’d do rather un-princely behaviour.

They only had four days to get out of this godforsaken place and somehow stop Anton's tyranny. If he knew Anton as well as Liam thought he did, Anton would stop at nothing to overthrow Europe. Cordonia was just a small country, but Europe? Anton would be unstoppable. Nazario's email echoes in Liam's cloudy mind and Liam's eyes widen.

Shit.

Nazario's intel becoming startlingly clear.

Anton will surely succeed but Liam knew that he could not let that happen and Liam suppressed a smirk knowing he wasn’t going to let that happen. He had some tricks up his sleeve. Thank god for all those lessons on strategy and occasional poker games with Drake to hone the skill of deception.

The sound of a loud clang interrupts the silence and a sharp clinking sound and then the soft thudding of footsteps the only sound to fill the air before Liam and Drake come face to face with a harsh looking man. His black hair long and greasy, tied at the nape of his neck, a jagged scar dotting the place around his pitch-black eyes.

The man standing in front of them lifts his pale lips in a scowl, his expression sour. "So...this is the famous Liam I've heard so much about."

”The favour is not returned.” Liam says as his eyes narrow at the man standing in front of him. Nazario’s email comes to his mind and the images that he had sent and the man beside Anton. It becomes glaringly obvious that the man standing in front of them was Gregory.

Gregory gives Liam a smirk, crossing his arms across his chest. “You are in for some trouble. Anton is going to make some real good changes to Europe and your small excuse for a country is just the start.”

Drake scoffs. “Yeah, right. I’m sure Anton has a big enough ego already which means he doesn’t need to be stroked by you any more than it has.”

Gregory spears Drake with a dark, menacing glare yet it did nothing to deter the simmering urge to hit this guy. Drake's hands twisted against the metal in response to Gregory's sneer.

Liam turns to the ragged man and pins him with a cold stare, the blue of his eyes solid like sapphires.

Liam's jaw clenches so hard, a muscle ticks and his hands holding the bars with a white-knuckled grip. Liam spoke with a calm note to his voice, it was so level that Drake shivered. It had been a long while since he'd heard that tone and the last time he heard it was when Constantine had thrown Ariel out of the ballroom at his Coronation.

"I will advise that you do not speak another word otherwise you will have the wrath of me and an entire country behind it. You will leave us. Now. I have no patience for a sympathizer like you who blindly follows a man who uses callous ways to gain power. Go."

There’s a dangerous bite to the last word yet Liam stood with the stoic and commanding air of a king who would do well on his promise to bring that fire to anyone who dares defy him and Gregory must have realised that because he swallows, sending a glare to them both and stomping away, grumbling under his breath.

Gregory's footsteps fade and there’s an unmistakable sound of a door clicking shut before Liam's demeanor relaxes and his eyes turn warm, focusing on Drake's form across from him.

Liam's voice dropped to a whisper. "I have a plan…”

Drake raises his eyebrows. “And what does this plan entail, Liam?”

Liam gives him an appraising look. “Have you been practicing your bluffing skills, Drake?”

Drake looks at Liam confused, his eyebrows pinching inwards before he catches on quickly, seeing the gleam in Liam's now bright eyes.

"I can kick your ass in poker. I'm sure I can bluff my way out of anything at this point."

Liam smiles wide. "Excellent. Now...what would you say to a little subterfuge? Are you ready?"

Drake grins, his brown eyes matching the rising adrenaline rush of revenge sparking in Liam's ocean blue ones. "More than ready, my friend."

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Fandom: Twin Peaks Pairing: You must find out for yourself! Notes: Keep in mind that I'm a Spaniard, and I don't use English on daily basis so, it might have some grammar/vocabulary mistakes. Please, let me know if something sounds too odd/strange or out of place. I'm just trying to do my best. Just constructive criticisim is welcome here. Other than that, ENJOY!!!

Cold and discomfort is what I feel at this very moment, even if it sounds ironic. Yes, ironic, because I’m in the middle of a room overlaid by amber solid wooden strips; the floor, the walls as well as the ceiling; with the same material but different kind of wood, are made the furniture, the doors and its frames. “Warm” and “cozy” are terms that could come to mind to anyone who went through the doorstep and they might fall short to be fitting it as the precision it deserves because the little details also take part, taking those terms to the next level: like the tree well-folded towels in the shelf by the main door; the (over the top) use of different kind of lighting such as wall lamps, recessed lights on the ceiling and the lamps on the nightstands, on the desk and on the dresser; the curtains have an unusual hexachromatic pattern of red, maroon, green, indigo, brown and grey besides its trimmings made of squares are forming triangles and its other trimmings made of triangles are forming vertical lines, and the rug with a geometric pattern standing at the end of the bed. Maybe, what breaks a little bit the pleasant atmosphere is the rifle displayed on the wall where the headboard of the bed rests. I may add the terms “clean” and “tidy”, even though the bed is unmade. Two nightstands are located on both sides of the double bed and I couldn’t help it, I used one of them as a seat even if that’s not its primary purpose or why it was designed for. I finished the drink I’ve served to myself for the third time and got up, meanwhile I was watching how the beam of sunlight were slipping through the windows, very characteristic at noon. In front of one of them I placed myself.

The sun was sparking and smashing; no, it didn’t match with my current mood, quite the contrary. I wanted its beams burn me off and get rid of me. Nothing happens; at best they only irritate my retinas and make difficult my vision. And I take a swig. And I hate the call I got just an hour ago. And I do hate its resulting news. And I drink once again to forget it. To dismember it, to break it up, to disintegrate it. And make disappear all the suffering with it. My duty is to tell him although I don’t want to because it’s too hard to bear. ‘Cause it hurts more the lies than any loss. ‘Cause it hurts more the hypocrisy than any loss.

I cannot understand what’s going on in this town lately. It used to be a placid and calm place, with mild crime cases, simple loss of domestic animals or insignificant fights in local bars and clubs. Not about brainy puzzles where you have to use a large range of tools and skills, ordinary and extraordinary ones, so you’ll be able to fit all the pieces together perfectly; drawing conclusions and solutions just by intuition, deduction or magic, even! Eluding any logic. That teenager girl turned up murdered, wrapped in plastic, Laura Palmer; Ronette, she’s still alive but with severe psychological damages; later on, it followed a series of homicides such as Renault’s brothers, Blakie, Maddy or Thomas Eckhardt; an homicide attempt against Agent Cooper too; the failed suicide attempt of Nadine; or achieved suicides like Harold Smith’s and Leland Palmer’s cases; minor wounds to Shelly Johnson caused by a murder attempt against her; some unexpected missing people such as Leo Johnson or Windom Earle; and the strangest case about a sudden death, Josie’s death… It seems that the cause of such chaos was made by an entity, they call it BOB. Or the way to put a name to all the atrocities that a human being is capable of doing in order to shutting up the lowest instincts, I’d say.

And I finished my drink. And I filled up once again. And another casualty has been added up to the homicide cases, inevitably.

A metal and clatter noise was heard behind the bathroom door; one of my best friends and coworker was inside and he was locked the door. With a pretty good kicking I managed to bring the door down, breaking the lock so I could go into. Its slam was so hard that took the door apart from its hinges.

- How’s Annie?! How’s Annie!? –

And there he was naked from head to toe, apparently he just got out of the shower, he was in front of the mirror with the forehead bloodstained; he wore his regular hairstyle but he used water instead of hair gel, it gave him a more natural and genuine look. He was making a disconcerted gesture to his reflection, to his broken reflection, at the same time his reflection was giving it back at him.

Surprisingly, it didn’t fall any piece on the sink nor the floor, from the broken mirror. It was cracked, that’s for sure, however each and every fragment was kept in place forming a chopped scene, a divided scene.

For a while, I disappeared from there looking for his red robe, I found it in the last drawer of the dresser. When I came back to the bathroom, I covered his back up with it. Later on, I managed to put in his arms through the sleeves, first one of them, then the other one. Down to his waist, on both sides, there was hanging a cord; a cord I decided to tie up with a simple knot so we’d be able to preserve his dignity as well as mine and, at the same time to win back the modesty. When I looked over the bleeding wound of his forehead, I noticed it wasn’t deep, luckily. I cleaned and disinfected it, put a clean little towel on it and made him aware that he had to put pressure on the wound to stop the blood coming out.

- I lost my balance when I stepped out… - he excused himself. - Cooper, come here and sit down –

It seemed that he already knew the answer to the question he’d asked so vehemently just few minutes ago. Also, it seemed that the unexpected accident that took place in the bathroom was not unexpected at all. Because, if any skill would be part of Agent Cooper’s identity, without a shadow of doubt, it was intuition. Even if he went to the Hell itself and came back, it’d be one of the lasts aspects of his to disappear before he lost his identity entirely.

Once he was sat on the right side of the bed, I was standing still for several minutes until I was able to clear my mind and gather my thoughts; then I knelt in front of him, meeting his glance, of which you couldn’t tell the difference between pupils and iris.

- Doctor Hayward called an hour ago, from the hospital… And it’s my duty to tell you this – A lump in my throat made my voice rough and dry – She couldn’t make it. - Annie… - he stated softly then avoided eye contact. - I’m sorry to give you such pretty bad news Cooper, I really am.

He was still immersed by a plain and growing apathy, now his face stayed stern and gloomy; his hollower and more lugubrious eyes were sparkling because they were watered, he was crying without tears. The sadness seized his heart and he was about to dive himself into it and never come out. I’ve never seen him like that; however I knew that feeling pretty well because I suffered it myself a few days ago. You start blaming yourself about everything, about all the facts, all the acts, the context, denying the harsh reality; after that you change that feeling into anger, into wrath, into impotence and ultimately you realize it’s sadness the only one that’s making this thundersquall of emotions; later on, it arises the fear of being all alone, of being empty, of being cursed. He lost two persons under the same circumstances; I lost just one. Anyway, now it was my turn to give him comfort. That’s something I’ve never been good at.

And I reached across and stroke him on the knee, it turned out to be uncovered from any clothing; and I caught his attention, and he went back making visual contact with me and, from my position, by instinct, I did shorten our distance, it occurred to me to give him a hug. Gesture he corresponded leaving the towel to the side. My arms were around him entirely. His arms were around me totally.

- I’m sorry Coop. - I didn’t learn my lesson, I should’ve seen it coming…

I wanted to protect him. I wanted to give him shelter. I wanted to mend his wounds and make them mine. Soothe such horrid and heartbreaking suffering.

I still recall our first encounter, our first greeting, our first handshake; when he came to Twin Peaks with his spotless presence and wearing a black suit and a tie, and his cheerful and optimistic personality which was always dazzling to anyone that he was passing by; he was alternating the seriousness and professionalism with the spontaneity and the passion of a child; he was fascinated by all little discoveries he found hidden in nature; looking up his surroundings with sharp and fresh eyes, not missing any detail at all. I bet that positivity he radiates might be the cause of keeping childish, delicate and rounded his facial features; one could even misinterpret them as somehow naive.

At times, he looked as if he was feminine. At times, his voice mesmerized me and disarranged my world. At times, his spontaneous behavior shook up any social protocol.

Now he wasn’t himself. They burned out his electric enthusiasm, charred his grandiloquence, each and every one of his virtues; the evisceration was so huge even his body felt much lighter. His soul, his essence and his guts were ripped open, and they were stuffed by an endless and matte emptiness and neatly stitched up. Because, now, he was not being himself; now, there was another person in his place.

And then, something happens.

He was looking for consolation in my arms because in his thoughts there was only torment. So he buried his head in my shoulder, and heaved a heavy sigh, and the shivering was exchanged for soothing soon; and another heavy sigh; and the peace wrapped us up and made that very instant stop.

And his cheek brushes against my ear and the red burst out all over my face. And his fresh citric herbal scent is enveloping me and blushes me. And then, there’s no turning back.

I move away from him a little, just few inches away. And he gathers momentum and has the nerve once and for all to rush at me. Now his lips and mine collide. And I don’t step away. Nor run away. Nor standing unfazed.

Why am I not able to stop him? Why aren’t my hands responding to me? Why is he kissing me on my mouth? Why am I delighting myself?

He made the first move pretty slowly, tasting every bite and taking delight on my mouth a bunch of good endless minutes, as long lasting gift; at the same time, he was holding my curly hair with both hands. I was simply imitating him, like a double facing his reflection in the mirror. I never imagined so much sweetness flowing out his lips, such softness and such a display of affection.

Until, our kiss broke up. And we’re still standing face to face, not too far from each other.

- Forgive me, Harry… that wasn’t an appropriate behavior towards you – murmured, then furrowed his brow and shyly smiled – Well, in fact, I’m surprisingly pleased that…

And I shortened our distance. And I wanted to taste his kisses once again, so I acted and I found them truly quivering and fragile. They’re like waves, one against the other on the sea, one superimposing over the other and sharing humidity, that’s how our mouths were acting out.

I didn’t want to hear any of his theories, didn’t want to rationalize that moment, nor wanted to label it under any invented excuse. I just wanted to enjoy it without any goal at all, after all the tragedies that were triggering in the town, I was anxious to build something good among such destruction and chaos; I craved after something good for him, something sublime and I craved it no matter what, at all costs, and I wanted it right now.

Button by button, he unbuttoned my shirt groping his way. Button by button, he met my trousers, but the belts were getting on his way. From both belts he let me out and my weapon fell down with them. Shortly, the shirt landed on the floor. The black t-shirt had the same destiny.

When we broke up the kiss in order to take it off, like waves that come and go, we met again gaining strength.

The sun was guarding my back. The backlit was in my favor and against him. The sun was giving me the different shades of his skin and was making stand a few freckles out.

Helping me with my hands in his jaw, I came away from him; I wanted to observe every one of his facial features. In the middle of his forehead, where he hit himself, there was a little cut but the bleeding stopped. His two precious stars immersed me in an autumnal landscape filled up with bur oaks exploding into sandy greenish tones; they were swinging in the breeze, dancing. His jet black but still wet hair, was making him look even more attractive, a messed up attractive look. His well delineated and thick brows intensified his glance, his thin lips and his pronounced chin made his looks to go beyond sensuality.

Far ahead of my thoughts, there were my hands, and they were occupying their touch all over his neck along his hairless chest. It didn’t take me too long to bring that milky skin he had under the reddish robe to the light, not even the sun dared to tan. His fine anatomy muscling and his barely existent body hair turned him into the most delicate being, almost porcelanic. Later, I undid the knot on his waist and placed myself in front of it, so I was close to fully laying down. I kept looking to him from a low-angle stare, he was half closing his eyes, half opening the mouth and looking forward to my next move.

I had to lift the red clothing on his legs to see the hidden secret; his spear of rosy rounded head was laying lax on one side; he wanted me to look at it so I could get the whole picture because he spread his legs to the limit. The distance got shorter and under my lips the peachy skin of his belly was vibrating and burning; at the same time, his thighs against my palms were shaking. Soon I noticed how he sank his claws into my hair and, on instinct, he was pushing me down.

I did not pay any attention to his indication, to his insistence, and to that sudden and growing desire that he was pooling clearly in his groin. When I placed my lips on his thigh, his skin began to suffer from casual spasms on and on, now the clipped and repressed breathing of his took its part on the matter; I moved along by the inside of his thigh and passed through that pretty jet black forest on his groin, brushing its foliage up and down.

Since she faded away, my passion didn’t come back so strongly for anybody; I knew her own forest but its shadows and where they led me it was a no-return place, a new identity of hers, utterly estrange and unknown for me. I felt degraded, betrayed and insignificant. After I found out her real self it seemed like all the time we spent together was reduced to pure ashes, everything turned into a simple stupid and unreal story.

However, the FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper had a forest without shadows at all, mixed foliage making a bright landscape, no nooks, no secret caves, no hiding places, no torrents, no cliffs; plain and open. It was really nice for going out for a walk, sharing experiences and having a good chat with no rush. There was just one lake in that picture, dry and consumed, waiting to be regenerated over time.

I wanted to bring on a rainstorm in it. I wanted a stream of water to fall from the sky into that consumed lake. I wanted to bring it back to life, to make it to spill over the water putting it in danger of flooding.

At that very moment I opened my eyes and spotted the scar nearby the pelvis, I framed it with my fingers. I got away a little and the scene froze, she came back to me again, to my mind, to my torment.

- Josie.

With the thumb I pressed it lengthwise, I was trying to recall the pain she caused him in the past. Present pain from the past. It was pain for him, horror for me. I wanted to travel back in time, to that very past, when she was still alive, when she was still in my arms. I wanted to change her destiny but if I couldn’t, destroy it all.

A sudden kick threw me up against the floor.

And my surroundings fade away in less than a second. By a blinding light the bedroom is gobbled up, mixed with blurred edges and dispersed tones. And the same light takes me back to another place, another time, another context. An endless place, no horizon, no stimulus. Timeless.

What time is it? What happened? Where am I? And Cooper…?

A quadruped, a mustang with a uniform toasted brown fur appeared in front of me. The four paws joined together. The four paws tied up together. Laying down on the floor. Standing still. Half sleeping. Or daydreaming. Half alive. Or nearly dead.

That strange place is bringing about more doubts than answers. It collapses my mind, it confuses me.

And my surroundings transform and deform. And a radiant light makes me close my eyes. It makes me end up with that strange vision and its disorder.

Somebody was slapping in my face. Over and over again. Being insistent.

- Wake up Harry! Harry!

To the amber solid wooden strips I came back. To the overlaid wooden room. To the room number 315 of the Great Northern Hotel. To its warm and comfy ambient. To my fellow lawman’s arms, I was losing myself in his affectionate voice while he was cheering me up. He was apologizing in my ear. The itching sensation he felt when I pressed his scar, made him do that kick against me. It wasn’t planned. It was a reflex act. A reflex act I was well aware that it might happen.

- I deserve it for being so selfish and for thinking that I’m the only one with a tragedy. - You shouldn’t let the effects of such tragedy to take control over yourself, over your actions; I assure you Josie might wish the best for you.

Was that really happening? How could it be? Was he the one giving comfort to the other, which means, to me, when it should’ve been the other way around? The field of the human psychology was too much for me, that’s for sure. Yes, it’s a technical skill you can study and put into practice later on someday but, even if I’d make my biggest effort, I’ll never be good at it, I know my limitations and this is likely to be one of them.

He helped me out leaning forward, getting up. Then, he pulled the sheets and the bedspread aside so I lay down on the bed. The energy seemed to move out from one body to another, from mine to his, when I fell down against the floor. However, my cravings for him didn’t grow smaller quite the contrary, they’re getting magnified, running wild, out of any rational control. The more time was passing, the more I was eager to eat him up, eager to posses him, eager to dominate him… I was starting to feel a huge attraction, an overwhelming attraction.

His two sandy greenish stars were contemplating me; he was still standing on the right side of the bed, wearing the robe undone, even though he was standing against the sunlight, one could even get a glimpse of his trim figure, relaxed and at peace. He knelt, stroked my hair and I took advantage of it by taking his palm and kissing gently the inside of it. And he couldn’t wait any longer and had the nerve to smack me on the lips; it looked like it was decades we hadn’t seen each other. We fully opened our mouths, and closed them, acting like fishes undersea quite a while; having one’s lips into the other’s, trampling down each other’s, overlapping one’s into the other’s; at the same time we’re framing our faces with the hands; he grabbed my neck, I held his nearly dried hair; with no rush at all, his hand began to go down through my body, through my bare chest, through my tummy and stopped on the only piece of clothing I still had on, and rubbed its surface.

At the door, someone knocked three times.

- Room service.

My fellow lawman’s head turned around to the main door, as he was looking for that new someone to talk to. My exclamation and his surprised reply went together.

- Room service? - Room service! – After two full seconds I scratched my head – Yeah, I ordered your breakfast, I thought you might be hungry.

I almost forgot that little detail that was why I didn’t mention it to him. Keeping in mind his metabolism and that he spend the whole night inside the Black Lodge, I came to the conclusion he might be starving to death. Of course, I asked for it before knowing the bad news. It might cause a knot in any stomach. It would make sense he hadn’t appetite anymore.

As quicker as I could I made myself decent, I got out of bed looking for my clothing: I put on the black t-shirt and the shirt even if it was unbuttoned. I sneaked a peek at my fellow lawman that was staying put, still knelt and his arms were resting on the bed. It took him few seconds to react, stand up and then cover up his body properly with the reddish robe and tie a pertinent knot. When I was sure that both of us were presentable, I went to the door and opened it.

- Hello, good morning Sheriff. – said a young lady with a wavy chestnut hair and honey eyes while she was holding a tray on her hands– I brought the breakfast as you requested, at twelve o’clock sharp.

Waiting no response, she came in and placed the tray on the desk, taking off the lid.

- Thank you very much… - replied Cooper while he was reading the badge that was hanging on her uniform by the left side of her chest - … Monica. It looks absolutely delicious; my congratulations to the chef; of course, to the service as well – he gave her a brief smile that she mimicked in return. - Thank you! I’ll let her know it.

She handed him the bill so he could sign it and she left the room closing the door behind her. Our eyes met once again. He after all, gave me a hint of a smile; it seemed he was hungry anyhow. He leaned in to the tray and started to smell the steaming food. Then he rubbed his hands. The breakfast I ordered was the same he used to have: a cup of black coffee, a freshly squeezed grapefruit juice, two well-done fried eggs, crisp bacon almost cremated and two slices of bread. I included a large slice of cherry pie. I made a nod of invitation for him to eat, he took a seat and he was getting a thrill out of the coffee and its unique bitter scent.

During the next three minutes, he simply sipped his coffee not paying any attention at all to the rest of the three course meal that were there in front of him.

- It’s a reasonable assumption that you might ate absolutely nothing since last night – stated remarkably certain of himself. - No, I didn’t. - Harry, I’m not hungry whereas you are. This town won’t feel the necessity for a weakened Sheriff at their service, considering his lack of food consumption – he looked at me over the mug without adding anything else. - O.K. then.

As I accepted the most part of his breakfast, he handed me over the chair and, at first I wasn’t very hungry, but I just began eating the main course and my stomach awakened to its lethargic state. It was a bit odd his behavior. Don’t get me wrong; his behavior was as odd as always, that’s for sure, but there was something about him that didn’t match with the whole picture. As I was thinking that, the gesture of his face changed: he looked away as he was about to brooding over the last fatal event, frowned his brow and clenched his jaw after taking the last sip of his coffee. His eyes were watered and barely blinking, his pupils got pretty inky, a cloud of doom were hanging over them.

The worst fate in life is to end up all alone against your wishes. You put a great effort into looking for and finding the right person, giving them the time that they deserve, looking after that intimate relationship that has grown out between you both since you found love. A deep and enduring love. At least, that’s what you thought it was, because one day they’ll hit you on the face with the one piece of news you never want to hear, blowing up everything and rocking the whole world, and why?

To turn it into a living nightmare. To end up murdering the relationship. I wanted to undo such nasty tragedy. I wanted to pluck it all up. So I could make him rise from his ashes. So I could revitalize him, bring him back to life. So I could have him and make him all mine.

- Hey Coop, this is delicious. And you were right, I was starving to death! – I wanted to break that absorption he was going deep into and falling on, so I offered him a bit of his favorite desert: cherry pie. - Oh, thank you.

As I brought a small portion of pie closer to his mouth, we made eye contact again, then he savored it for a while. He was having another bite and at the same time, I gained half a smile that lightened my heart. His lips turned pearly sheen, because he just passed his tongue through them so he could get any trace of cherry or pie. I stopped him on time, just before he was going to wipe them away; I brushed them with my thumb and later on, exchanged it for my lips. We finished the palate of the sugary dessert both together, putting our lips together, smoothly fusing ourselves between bite and bite, tasting every bitter sugary bite, mixing the slight touch of coffee, the juicy trace of cherry and the faintest whiskey flavored bite.

Today, this is my present. And I was part of it and my devotion. And I didn’t plan it; I just did let it happen.

After the last bite of the pie we carried on kissing, my hand escaped among his clothing looking for a warm surface, fingering his knee, his thigh and I got up from the chair; with the other hand messed his hair up utterly; he won even more points in charm and beauty; there he was with his hair style now so anarchic, I wasn’t able to see him like that, I wasn’t able to find himself; he was looking so casual, so pretty and informal; his new portrait made him look even younger, he turned into a rather young man just on the threshold of the puberty. My fingertips were focused on his face, on such black, well defined bushy brows, on his jet black hairline, his temples, his ears and earlobes, his jaw and his slightly prominent chin; we still were tangled up in a nonstop series of kisses. He had to put the mug on the table right away so he could grab my cloth and somehow take it off. Clearly, he was at disadvantage.

I didn’t know where we’re going exactly, I was terrified just thinking about it, because everything was new for me in that particular field; I had no experience in sexual relationships such as this, with another man; even though I didn’t consider him in that particular way; the wrapping wasn’t the most important aspect to me, it was his inner self. That was why fear wasn’t acting in my place. The attraction I was feeling for him was much stronger, capable of avoiding any problem we might find in our way. For the first time, I was paying more attention to my instincts than any reasoning and it wasn’t so bad at all. In fact, it was terribly pleasant feeling, to sense such insecurity and mystery.

My shirt was thrown to the rifle wall, after he pulled off. My black t-shirt was thrown halfway there, at the foot of the bed.

Before I could even realize, he already pulled down my pants and was fondling my crotch. To my surprise, the dagger under my boxers reacted to such provocation standing up and magnifying all of the sudden.

As good as I could, I slipped off my boots, my socks and my pants; my hand went back to his face and the other one undid the knot of his reddish clothing. At the same time, I was pushing him against the nearest wall, just in the middle of the two windows.

One in front of the other, we were, with no room between us. No letting the other go for a second, continuing with the intimate touch of ours lips together. Once and once again, we’re sharing humidity. Once and once again, sharing warmth. Once and many times, enjoying such infinite affection.

We bumped our bodies against each other as if we wanted to build a new one. We embraced ourselves so we’d be able to sense the surface of our bare flesh entirely. We’re sharing and giving out a roasting blast, and a fine sweaty friction. Our heartbeats synchronized considering his chest and mine were together, it was pure magnetism. That silky skin of his made me have a constant physical contact and even though it was squeezed in between us, my dagger was getting sharper, and as stiffened as it was, now was trying to make a hole in my colleague’s hip at any costs. While he was rubbing his spear against my pelvis.

The fire flared up by the pores of our skin, it looked like we were at the Hell itself. It was the very pit of Hell but on earth. It was the Hell itself just right there. At that point, I didn’t care about the future or if I’d ended up going straight to Heaven or to Hell. I was living on inertia, by impulses and instincts; expecting nothing in return; it didn’t matter anymore if that was right or pretty wrong; I didn’t need any ethical nor moral approval; It didn’t matter to me if it was possible or impossible, if it was just a dream or pure reality.

I was hunger for something magnificent and he was giving it to me willingly with no doubts. To die for someone in life on your deathbed, could that bring you back to life? Maybe it could.

With no rush, I broke our kiss link and his eyes looked at me very startled, they showed me their autumnal landscape in detail filled up with bur oaks. Later on, he cupped my head, started getting focused on the curls of my hair of the back of my neck. Now he was wearing the robe undone, I caught a glimpse of his perfect torso and how his nipples made an appearance shyly on his porcelanic canvas.

Inch by inch, I was running across his neck and nape with the tip of my fingers. Purring and asking for affection, he was. Exchanging my fingertips for kisses across the field. Passing and fingering his chest, abdomen and pelvis. Huffing and puffing, he was. Twirling and going back to his areolas, to his pointy centers, they arose just by the brief contact. Sobbing and patting, he was. Touching up and groping my way across his dark forest looking for his spear. Breathing in deeply, he was; and holding it like he was about to dive in the open sea.

I reached it, grabbed and handled it for a good long while, its remarkable velvety texture was screaming out for a merciless wearing away time. Three times and three more times were enough to straighten it out. Three and three more unhurried jolty motions were more than enough. Doubled its size, was standing upright with a new majestic robust shape, ready to be thrown to its prey.

But first, I wanted to sharpen it with my teeth. But first, I wanted to have it entirely in my mouth. So I went on. I almost choked on when I placed it inside, while I was getting it into the bottom of my throat several times. Such swaying occurred in unison with his suppressed moans. Such path was savory, self-hypnotic. Such rhythm sped up by the second. And the temperature turned up by half a second.

The flames were spreading all over our bodies; it was a mirror of the Hell itself. It was The Hell itself but on earth; The Hell itself on there; The Hell itself between his legs.

I did savor all the length of his burning spear, all its magnitude. One time and once again, running through it being all greedy. Once and once again, huffing and puffing, he was. Once and once again, my humidity were covering his fiery spear and covering all over again. And then, his claws sank into my skull. And once and once again, his hips were thrusting against me. And then, I took captive his glutes with both hands under the reddish clothing. And then, he leaned back and hit the wall with his head, his jaw dropped two inches and he was panting even more aggressively. And one of his legs enfolded me, took me captive. And then, my touch was focused on his roundly and a bit jutting glutes, they were like sinuous dunes. And then, I slipped two fingers in between them. And then, I wanted to go deeper into his narrowed well.

And I was just introducing the index and the middle finger when a series of long dying yeses came out from the deepest guts of my colleague’s. Fingers I introduced thoroughly into that narrow well then he started to grasp in a sharp manner. And at last, I made him to get rid of the reddish clothing so I could appreciate every bit of his bare skin, every tensed tendon, every angle, every spot, every muscle. All his body was shuddering at that physical check-up, at every new entering, at every new thrusting, at every new deeper exploration. When I finished with my fingers, just after my lips came away from his spear, I got up, took the boxers down a little just enough to pull my rigid dagger out and stick it inside him. I made him scream out half a lament half a tortured cry, then held his right leg up, the one that was enfolding me before.

And then he writhed in pleasure while his vocal cords were tearing my name apart at every jamming, at every jostling; begging for kisses, imploring them, demanding them. He reached out his arms to get a hold of my face; with his lips he was hunting for mine’s. So we kissed in such muddled way, once and once again. Our tongues met, said good bye and met a great bunch of times over and over again. And then he put his hands around my waist tightly giving a boost to the thrusting. And we were getting beyond rhythm, beyond urgency, beyond fervor. And the melody from our sobs was beginning to deaf us both; sounded more like a groan in pain than a groan for excitement, sounded more like a cry in pain than a cry of enjoyment. And one of my hands got a hold of his magnificent spear. And every time I moved back, rubbed his spear over full of energy. And every time I pushed against, applied more pressure to his spear. And then, placed both of his hands on my butt, grasping firmer and firmer to it. And I was about to reach the climax. About to reach the top of the ecstasy. And he whispered in my ear that he was at the same point. About to explode. About to bursting. Carried on swaying; harsher every next time, quicker every next time. Carried on burning in flames. Carried on smacking on the lips and making half noisy howls. Carried on giving high-pitched notes, time after time. Until I couldn’t hold it back much longer and ended up shooting all my ammo into his well; still standing chained to him, trembling and sinking myself into his whole body. Even though I’ve finished, I kept on with him and the grasp. Now three fingers were visiting his well. And as how he was huffing and puffing, I already knew he was very close to reach the top of the peak. And I planted a great bunch of passionate kisses on his neck, at the same time I sunk my fingers right deeper and deeper into his well. And it made a shiver run through his skin. And I jolted his spear even furrier and narrower. And I noticed how his well got tighten, got smaller. And now he reached the top, at last. And he spattered us both as a result.

And I embraced him in his last breath. He locked to me in an affectionate embrace, resting his lips on my shoulders. We stayed like that quite a while. Until we were able to recover the energy, to slow down the pulse, to put out our fire. Just when we moved away a little, I realized he was crying and smiling at the same time. Did I go way too far? Did I hurt him somehow? Did I upset him? There were so many doubts stuck in my throat that I couldn’t put together properly any of them. So I decided to dry his tears, to kiss his forehead and held him tightly again and he placed his head on my chest quivering, so fragile. He might be wearing in black for mourning his deceased partner all over again, might be mourning her loss. Earlier we were just friends so he might’ve been keeping up appearances, despite that he might’ve been deadly ruined inside. Now, he couldn’t care less to show me his most helpless side.

I allowed him to spew his grief out, to rain in his heart and soul. He needed that moment, he needed to fix every bit of his broken self, needed time to get all the pieces back together and heal every fracture.

In a extremely gentle manner, I headed him for the bed, made him to lie down and I kept company next to him so he could cuddle up in my chest comfortably. He didn’t let me go, not a bit, not for an instant. The storm took its time to calm down but it didn’t bother to me to wait as much as needed. He gave me support when Josie was taken away from me, he was the most helping hand and the best adviser I ever had by far. And now, he needed me more than ever, and so did I, even if I found it difficult to admit it openly.

I fondled his jet black hair, thanks to that I managed to quiet his sobs down. I planted another kiss on his forehead and didn’t move away from it. His eyelashes were raking dimly my skin. I got the impression his eyes were open yet watered.

The storm ceased already after a quite long lapse of time.

- What was it, Coop? – I was able to put into words at last. - What did just happen was the utmost representation of affection between two human beings – met his two autumnal shiny eyes - and you, my dear Harry, also took part in it.

The curious double meaning of his reply captivated me, because he was very right: affection for her and affection for me. One thing wouldn’t have happened without the other, not a good thing would’ve happened if the tragedy hadn’t started in the first place. We had to pass though that tender brute event of our lives, we were mistimed and on time, at the best and the worst of times; in that pretty and revolting precise place. That murder, that terrible criminal act committed to your nearest and dearest someone, kills a part of yourself too, a part of your identity; or it’s simply the great imprint she left on you. Later, you look around, yet everything’s wrecked you realize what remained among the wreckage; those were the ones who survived, the ones who stay on your side, who stand any emotional, spiritual or terrestrial disaster. That gives you hope again. And the gratitude I was feeling at that very instant I knew he was sensing it because a widely smile played over his face even though was wet. He was feeling the same thing and I couldn’t wait much longer so I kissed him so mildly we barely touch; as if it was my first young love, my first time going to bed with someone, and I was worried about ruining it all by acting in a rush.

Before we could even be aware of it all, we were getting very sleepy. We’ve covered ourselves with the sheet and the bedspread and then he snuggled up on my chest while I was holding him tight. I secretly dreamed to be just like that, catching a whiff of shampoo from his jet black hair; simultaneously my fingertips were brushing up and down his spine.

The sun was going down changing its color into a brighter orange. I never wanted that very moment to end, I wanted to be by his side, up to the last day of my existence.

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littlejowo · 6 years ago

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So I've made an AU. I'm on mobile, so I can't make a read-more, so I hope you like text walls! Forgive thr goofy sketches, though; this AU gets pretty angsty.

I've been referring to this as the Rogue AU, but it could also be referred to as a Future AU. It's mostly Donnie-centric, but I'll also explain the changes the others went through.

The premise of the whole thing is that Donnie gets kidnapped by Baron Draxum for his brains. Draxum wanted to force him to create various weapons, gadgets, and other such things. Obviously, the other turtles came to save Donnie.

What nobody expected, however, was for Donnie to go rogue and become a traitor.

He managed to break free of his binds, but instead of escaping with his brothers, he helped Draxum to drive them away.

For the next three years, Donnie worked with Draxum to turn as many humans as possible into mutants. He also made traps and weapons, and improved upon his battle shells. With Draxum's youkai tech, he was able to make and do things far beyond what he ever could with scraps and junkyard findings.

Donnie's reasons for helping were that he was tired of feeling unappreciated for his work, and like his brothers only cared about him when he made something he thought of as trivial or useless. He also felt that Splinter's love for him was conditional, whereas Draxum seemed to show genuine appreciation and adoration for Donnie.

Whenever his brothers came and tried to confront him about it, Donnie would tell a half-lie and say that he WANTED the world to be mutated, so that nobody would have to hide anymore. He played up his mad-scientist persona to the max, making it seem as if he cared more about the science behind the process than how it would affect people. The hurt he felt when his brothers believed it drove him even further into Draxum's clutches.

After three years, however, there was an accident.

Donnie grew tired of needing to wear battle shells. He wanted his real shell to be hard enough to protect him. So, he decided to take after Draxum and dabble in genetic modification.

He was not very good at it.

His shell remained soft. However, he grew much taller, until he was almost 8 feet tall. He managed to grow some thin facial hair, which he secretly loves. He also became physically stronger (even if not by very much), he became far faster than before, and his senses dulled slightly. Despite these changes that he admittedly liked most of, even if none of them were the intended effects, he ended up regretting it severely.

The next time he had to go into battle against his brothers, he found that there was one other side effect, and it was the most serious of all: When his heart rate went above a certain level, his form woulf change into what would later become known as his "hulk" form.

Depending on why his heart rate increased, this form would change slightly. In anger, he would become large and monstrous. In fear, he would become slimmer and more stealthy. In fluster, he would become more turtle-like and evasive.

During this first change, however, he lost control. He would become angry and deadly, and the realization that he wasn't himself led him to become the more fearful creature, and so on. His emotions ran wild, and his form became an amalgamation of all the creatures who's DNA he used to modify his own genes.

The battle had ended when Draxum foolishly tried to get Donnie under his control. Baron Draxum ended up severely injured, and Donnie took the chance and ran away from everything.

For the next year, Donnie lived in solitude, spending his time trying to undo what he'd done to himself. When he realized that he could not, he came up with various ways to keep his "hulk" forms in check. He never fully mastered it, but he did get to a point where he could mostly keep it under wraps.

In the meantime, the other turtles searched for him tirelessly, never giving up. By the time they found him (4 years after his initial kidnapping), they had also managed to finally take down Draxum. The ooze-squitos were still loose, and they had other enemies to fight, but the Evil League of Mutants was disbanded.

After these 4 years, Donnie was found and finally brought home. He didn't make it easy for them, but once the turtles convinced him to come home, he was glad to know that his brothers truly cared for him all this time, and that they loved him. And he realized just how much he loved them, too.

The next year was spent with everyone trying to figure out their new dynamic, and how to get around all the changes that had gone by in the last 5 years.

Donnie became more open and affectionate, and much louder. He's still the master of sarcasm and sass, but he evens it out with sudden declarations of adoration for his family, random hugs, meaningful gifts, and obnoxious games and sports competitions.

Around 2 years after Donnie's initial kidnapping, Leo took over as the team leader. He earned his place there by proving his worth in giving up his mystic weapon.

Initially, this was not a choice. When he had just turned 16, he tried to make a TikTok video to celebrate his birthday. It went wrong, however, and he ended up losing his right arm. Raph and Mikey tried to cauterize the wound, but did very poorly and left him with severe burns that ended up scarring permanently.

His odachi was nearly impossible to use with one hand, so he had to give it up and replace it with dual swords (like before) one of which he wielded with his mouth. He has some scarring around the corners of his lips from getting cut so often when he was still learning how to master his new weapons.

Leo quickly became fairly these weapons, and was a fearsome fighter. When Raph saw the progress he was making, and the potential he had to be something greater, he willingly gave up his title as leader and gave it to Leo.

After that, Raph started to have issues with his feelings of self-worth. He couldn't figure out his new role in the team now that he wasn't the leader. He refused to talk about them, because he didn't want Leo to think he didn't deserve to be leader. So Raph bottled up his emotions and festered.

He's still the lovable teddybear we've grown to love from Rise, but he became very angry over the next year, and he began to lash out. However, when he saw how this was hurting his brothers, both emotionally and physically, he found a different outlet. And in that, he decided on his role for the team.

He designated himself as their shield. He took the hits, and dished them out twice as hard. His strength was soon unparalleled, and he struck fear into any opponent they encountered.

After the rise of Shredder (nearly 3 years after Donnie's kidnapping), however, Raph sustained severe injuries from their first battle. This resulted in many scars all over his body, a cracked shell and plastron, broken-off spikes, and the near-loss of his right eye, which lost about 80% of its vision.

He still struggles with his anger, even after all of this, but Raph has also become much more self-aware, as well as aware of his team at all times. He's gotten very good at reading others, and has decided to learn how to work with first-aid in the hopes of also becoming the team's medic.

Mikey developed an unnamed illness when he was 17 (4 years after Donnie's kidnapping, and just a few months before bringing him home). This illness attacked his eyes.

It started with a gradual loss in vision. Things were blurry, and eventually light began to look like smears and streakes. Colors began to dull.

Then began the headaches. It started in his temples, but would eventually come to settle in his eyes, and after another month or so, it started to feel like needles prodding around his pupils.

Nobody in the family knew what to do for him aside from medication, which did not work. No doctors were able to figure out what the problem was, and all they could do was perscribe pain meds. By the 3-month mark, Mikey had become completely blind.

About 6 months into the development of this illness, which was two months after Donnie came home, Mikey's eyes began to physically deteriorate. They were essentially rotting. It was incredibly painful, to the point where he eventually begged Donnie to remove them.

Mikey still sometimes feels some pain from this illness, but after the removal of his eyes, the affected areas had stopped spreading, and he was deemed clear of thr illness itself. However, he is very prone to other illnesses and infections, and spends much of his time in bed.

Despite these hardships, Mikey is still an incredibly valuable member of the team. While his vision is long-gone, his other senses have raised exponentially, to the point where one could forget that he can no longer see. He often uses his mystic weapon as a "service dog" of sports, and it has essentially become his new eyes. He's now a master of stealth, and prides himself in his ability to catch any enemy off guard.

I still need to figure out how the other characters fit into this AU, haha.

So, there's the basic idea behind the Rogue/Post-Rogue AU. In the current events, Mikey is 18, Donnie and Leo are 19, and Raph is 20.

If there's anything else you'd like to know about this AU, I'd be more than happy to answer any questions!

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turtlesixer · 6 years ago

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Rottmnt AU : AKA "that one AU where Leo and Don are Dead."

So I've been at it with an AU of mine, which is pretty angsty but, it was a heck of a ride making and developing. Which it still sort of is but most is worked out now. Read on below to learn more about the AU.

Art will be sent later on designs and such, which the only really changed up designs are Leo and Donnie's.

Just an fyi, I'll be mentioning death alot on this, so if you don't like that then don't read this.

In short, mission was a complete disaster, they get ambushed, overpowered, and lose two of their brothers in it.

Leonardo (how he died)

While they went on a mission with his bros, they were outmatched from an ambush. Yet Leo quickly got in the way to get Mikey to safety from a dangerous hit and paid the consequences of it. Getting badly injured on the arms and near the neck and head, being deemed paralyzed. Yet before any of the others could reach him he was put down for good.

Donatello (how he died)

When they went on the mission, and they got ambushed, after awhile of fighting he was put in checkmate. Both him and Raphael, weren't too close but pretty far off, Donnie could've saved himself but instead decided to send his battle shell over to Raphael to save him, before something was launched at him, a spear like polearm made greatly dense and sent at a high enough speed, it pierced through his plastron then through his chest and out the softshell. He faded out slowly from blood loss and being impaled, the last thing he could hear was his name being called out constantly before he couldn't keep awake and his body gave out.

Mikey and Raph (their reactions and responses)

As Mikey was tossed to safety by Leo, as he tried to turn and thank his bro, yet when he came out of his shell he only saw a struggling Leon on the floor, as he tried running to him he had to witness his brother's death right in front of him.

When Raph was this close to getting hit in the head, which would've gave him a concussion and deem him a easy target. Instead he saw Donnie's battleshell launched right in front of him as it took the hit Instead. Worried, since Donnie was now vulnerable he turned to where he saw his brother in purple last just to see him get impaled by the polearm. He was able to get to him, as he tried calling out his name as many times as possible. He broke down when he felt Donatello's temperature go cold.

After they finally retreated with the bodies of their fallen brothers, they took them both and wanted to keep them close so they buried them within the lair.

Leo and Donnie remade

A month or so after their deaths was when Leo woke up, he wasn't aware of in all reality him being dead. He woke up in the common area instead of his room. And when he looked down he kind of freaked out, his body looked so sickly pale and random blue flowers bloomed on him. To add to that, half of his body was inside the floor.

Yet when Donnie awoke, all he really felt was an emptiness in his chest, which apon examination of his own body was also halfway through the ground. He soon hopped up and landed on stumbling feet which he had to grow accustomed to.

The two talked for who knows how long until two other turtles entered the common area. Mikey and Raph at first both screamed and freaked out, before Leo attempted to calm them down himself. As everyone got back to knowing each other and the red and orange turtles found out that somehow, Leo and Donnie were alive once more, well as alive as they could get. It made them both happy, knowing their bros weren't as gone as they were before from that incident in the past.

Leonardo's "physical" form

When he's in his physical form and you pluck off the flowers on him they just bloom back but mostly in different places, yet say it was spring or summer lots of flowers would pop up on him, if it was winter or fall less would show up.

If this form bleeds, it would be a sparkly and glittery blue.

He's easy to find if he wanders off or is playing hide and seek. Since wherever he goes he always leaves a trail of blue flower petals behind him.

Leo can better prank Mikey and Raph tho, he can just peak outta a wall whenever

Although he's a big idiot and forgets he's still standing within the wall at times and when he tries going back to his physical form gets stuck.

Donatello's "physical" form

Leo's appearance is way nicer than how Don looks, who has a visible hole through his plastron/chest/shell

He also leaves a trail behind him. But his trail is of ash Instead.

If he bleeds in this form, it would be a almost toned out dark purple.

Random scars and burn marks appear on his body, some are stuck being there permanently (the ones on his snout, shoulder, and neck) while the rest appear depending on moods, the more negative he feels, the more and more scars and burns show. Yet if he's positive enough most of the scars and burns won't be there.

Things to know about the physical form

The forms I gave them, switch between physical and a actual ghostly kinda form.

Their physical forms CAN bleed. But not actual blood.

And if their physical form gets damaged too much they'll have to sit out in the other form til it recovers.

Small interactions I made with the AU

Raph : So can my hand like, go through you now?

Don : Not in my current state, no—

Leo, popping out from a wall : —Boo.

Raph hecking screeches.

Leo, while laughing : Gotcha good Ra— what the.

Leo gets stuck in a wall.

Don : You're an absolute idiot, you know that?

Leo : OH GOD I'M BLIND! CALL AN AMBULANCE!

Don, plucking the flowers away from Leo's eyes : it's just flowers you twat.

Leo : oh

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epicfics · 7 years ago

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HUMANS one-shot: HEAVEN RAINING

So this is a scene I envisioned for episode 8, even though I know it won’t happen because we can’t have nice things. Anyways, if you haven’t seen episode 7 I’m not sure if you want to read this.

*This is the second time I’ve used first person POV for a Humans fic, the first time for first-person, past tense. I chose a Leo story because I really like writing for him...everything’s so serious and observant yet at the most random times he’ll say/think something hilarious. Plus, I found it really cathartic going inside his head and thinking about things the way I thought he might be.

HEAVEN RAINING

Dusk was fading in. Cloaking all that the sun touched with the colour of crushed forget-me-nots, I thought my eye caught the spark of a falling star as it took in the balcony jutting high above my head. The sight moved the ground under my feet, turning it to air and water until I was dizzied. And, as though by a time machine, I was home.

My mother was in front of me, pointing past my open bedroom window into a world of velvet black sky. Beaming down at me, she said, “Heaven is raining, love. It’s time to make a wish!” Then she scooped me into her arms and carried me outside to the balcony. Her laughter was contagious as the meteor shower soared like fireworks, and I must have wished for what any child would wish from a star. More toys, more sweets. Maybe a unicorn.

“Beatrice!” Strong as a brass bell, my father’s voice echoed from behind us. “Bring him back from the railing, now.”

Mother gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and turned us back to face him. “Don’t tell him what you wished for, Leo,” she whispered.

“Leo.” Another voice pulled me to the present. Another mother. One whose daughter I had, in more ways than one, ruined for life. Laura’s furtive glance at me said all of that, as well. When she’d summoned me from amid the power crisis at the railyard, she’d said almost as much. “I know what’s going on over there is urgent, but Mattie’s situation is – quite directly – your responsibility. So move it, I’ll give you an address.”

For sure, she had an admirable way of working a conscience. It must have made her a brilliant lawyer. Not that I’d needed so much convincing, granted – even with Max, Mia, and Sam at low battery life, I was ready to turn myself in for Mattie’s freedom.

But rather than the door to a police station, we were standing in front of one to a mansion.

“Who lives here?” I asked Laura.

“A scientist. I worked with him on the commission.” Her voice was both quick and hushed, like a small deer disappearing into the wood. “He helped engineer Operation Basswood.”

So we were seeking an audience with the man facilitating the murder of my family. My insides pained with a longing, torn between saving them and doing what was right. “I thought we were here for Mattie.”

“We are.”

“Laura, please, just hand me over to Scotland Yard.” I felt hoarse with nerves – with hope, really – to leave before Dr. Death opened his door. “Tell Mattie I’m sorry for everything, and that I want her to be happy. Just let me go.”

Laura Hawkins’s eyes held a shine under the starlight. It was both wary and thoughtful. “Do you love her, Leo?” she asked suddenly.

The words in my head were vanquished by her question. “I what?” I said, sounding as stupid as I felt.

Mattie’s mother sighed. “I said, do you love my daughter?”

I had no answer for her. Did I love Mattie? When there were so many forms of love, what did she even mean? My memories flashed from my childhood to a more recent one, of pleading with Mia to give me the location of her flat. To my surprise, she’d said no, and told me to figure myself out. Figure out what I wanted. As though by divine symmetry, I’d looked up at saw her. A girl who’d been there for me, in a way that few had been lately. And I enjoyed her company too, in a way that I rarely did with anyone. Mattie was my first real friend in this world.

But did I love her?

The door opened, revealing a greying, thin-haired man with a bottle of scotch in his hand. “Laura,” he greeted her while side-eying me, both of us receiving the tone I supposed was reserved for hikers that ran afoul of irritated grizzly bears. “I was sure you wouldn’t be back, now that you’ve got your answers about Basswood.”

“This is about something else, Neil,” Laura told him, and within moments of being ushered inside I had to suppress a wild urge to laugh. Marble countertops, satin curtains, and cherry wood everywhere. What was it with scientists and their lavish homes?

The scientist, Neil, waved an impatient hand at me. “Who is he?”

Before I could speak for myself, Laura said, “This is Leo. He’s a friend of my daughter’s.”

The man raised an eyebrow in realisation. “So this visit has to do with your daughter?” Laura nodded, and the oddest thought struck me at that moment. Neil and I both were learning why Laura had brought me to him at the same time. It could have been…was she expecting a decision from me that even I was not yet planning?

A shadow passed over Neil’s face, and I heard his words before they left his mouth. “I canna do a thing.”

Because he already knew about Mattie.

He half-shrugged, downcast. “Between the news on the telly and Lord Dryden himself calling, I heard about this an hour after she was taken in. Laura, I’m sorry, but you know what this is for me.”

“No,” she said quietly, “I don’t. What is this for you? Justice for losing your son?”

Neil shook his head, his neck taught as he drank from the bottle.

Though I was paying close attention to this interaction, my chest heaved with impatient breaths. What was I doing here? There was only one sure way to help Mattie, and Laura wasn’t letting me do it. Instead we were in a pointless session with a man who blamed my friend for the loss of his son, when it wasn’t even…

Ah.

I stepped forward, clearing the tickle in my throat. “Hey if you want to punish someone for that, try me.”

Although Neil blinked in surprise, Laura didn’t even cast a glance at me. She knew this was my card to play.

He folded his arms. “So that was your code then?”

More or less, though I wouldn’t say it yet. “Mattie got it from me. We didn’t know…we didn’t mean for any of the tragedy on Day Zero to happen.”

Finally angry, Neil snapped at Laura, “Why’d you bring him here? You should be telling the police, not me.”

I shot him a helpless, wry smile. “My thoughts exactly.”

Now Laura looked annoyed. She held up a “one moment” finger, pushed me to the foyer, and said, “What are you doing?”

I shrugged. “What am I supposed to be doing?”

“Open up to him!” she hissed, her eyes slightly wild with desperation. “Tell him your story.”

I frowned. Give the man who was throwing a lit match on everything I had left to care about an autobiography? Laura was a smart woman, but sometimes she made no sense.

She sighed. “I asked before if you loved Mattie. Do you know why? Because she’s heartbroken, Leo. I don’t think it’s going to make her condition any easier if she never sees you again. Neil’s a behavioural scientist, which means out of everyone we know he’ll have the best chance at figuring out how to keep everyone out of prison.”

Earlier, Max’s duplicitous friend Anatole had nearly bashed my head out, and my face looked like it met a bad day with a razor. But that was nothing to the wind Laura Hawkins had just knocked out of me. Then she threw at my unprepared psyche, “If you tell me that you never want to see her again, I’ll turn you in myself.”

Never see Mattie Hawkins again. Never share the jokes that we had about being friendless, never confide in each other the things that no one else would understand. Never share a cup of tea under a sky of shooting stars.

Did I want that?

I shook my head and marched past Laura into the kitchen. She was just starting to follow as I said to Neil, “My father gave me that code. His name was David Elster, and he created the prototypes for five conscious Synthetics for me.”

Neil squinted at me like I’d just dropped from his ceiling. “Excuse me? David Elster…?”

“Right,” I said, hoping he could keep up before I lost my nerve. “I was traveling with four of the conscious Synths three years ago when we got separated. After my father died, they were all the family I had, and then Mattie brought me one of them. Mia.”

I stopped then because he shot a startled glance at Laura, which meant he'd at least heard about the first Synth to rent a flat in London about as much as the next person.

He wasn’t going to break my momentum, though. “Mattie helped me figure out the code my father had left behind, and when she uploaded it, it wasn’t to create chaos or death. I’m sorry for your loss, truly, but when Mia’s system was crashing Mattie did it to save her. None of us imagined the consequences.”

I looked away from the scientist now, and the lawyer, and imagined it was just me saying this to myself. “But if you need a pound of flesh in the face of all this truth, it should be me. Mattie’s a good person – the best I know, in fact. The guilt of this has been eating at her for a year, and she nearly turned herself in last week for it. But in another year,” I drew a deep breath, finally ready to say it, “she’s going to be a mother. I hope the anger from losing your own child won’t destroy the life of another.”

Neil’s eyes widened at this revelation, and he said to Laura, “Why didn’t you just open with that line?”

Laura smiled at me, tentatively. “I don’t know. I wanted to cover all my bases with you, Dr. Sommers.”

He shook his head, half-marveling, half-outraged. He jabbed a finger at me and said, “Aren’t you dead, lad?”

I raised my eyebrows, not ready to go into that. “I’m not anymore.”

Neil groaned. “What a headache you’ve given me. I’ve finished my scotch. One of you owes me a drink.”

“Will you help us?” asked Laura breathlessly. For someone who was counting on it, she sounded like she could scarcely believe it now.

“Aye,” said Neil, but his gaze was on me alone. “It all falls to you, Leo. Coming out with this information will alter public perception, Day Zero will be seen as a misguided heroic attempt rather than as a cyber terror attack, and the girl will likely get pardoned. Especially with the child. Yours, innit?”

I nodded shortly, then repeated, “Likely?”

He scowled. “You like my odds, or the ones stacked against her right now?”

Laura said, “I’ll take it. Thank you Neil.”

But the scientist shook his head. “I’m not doing this for you, Laura. With all due respect, but you lied to me. You’ve used me for information, and you’ve used my loss against me. But your daughter dinna do any of that, and it sounds like if I’m gonna use my heart instead of my head for once, it might as well be for a pair of kids who dinna know any better.”

Truer words were never spoken. Mattie and I hadn’t known any better, and if we had then a lot of terrible things probably wouldn’t have come out of it. But then again, perhaps something good had come out of it too. Earlier, I’d been remembering my parents. A mother who loved me, but couldn’t care for me. A father who could have cared for me if he’d wanted, but couldn’t love me.

And if I had a child, was I really incapable of either caring for or loving it? Is that what I was afraid of? Because if there was one thing of which Anatole reminded me, it was that I wasn’t David Elster. I imagined going back to that balcony of my childhood and knowing my wish. It was the same wish I’d made moments before going into Dr. Neil Sommers’s house.

Meanwhile, Neil was staring at me. “You know, not to be a downer, but you will have to say goodbye to nearly any form of privacy you’ve ever known. Cameras in your faces twenty-four seven, doling your life story out to jurors, journalists, and random hatemongers alike. There’ll be death threats.”

Sounds like fun. I swallowed and said, “Yes, I understand.”

“Hmm. Mattie must be something precious to you.” Another knowing glance at Laura.

Do you love my daughter? she’d asked me more than once. Did I love Mattie, my first and only real friend, the one who’d stayed at my side while I was comatose and who’d shared her life with me…who’d shared everything she could with me? Someone who was a far better person than me, and made me wish I was better in return? Did I love the woman who was carrying my child?

I’d wished for a family, whole and complete. Don’t be an idiot, I thought as I saw her soft-featured face in my mind.

“I love her very much,” I spoke out, my voice clear, palms unsweaty.

And as Laura and Neil shared a smile, I knew things were never that simple. Did I love Mattie as a friend, or as family? Or was I madly in love with her? But there were many forms of love, and I didn’t have to pick which category Mattie fell under yet. The best thing that ever happened to me didn’t come from a shooting star. It came from her.

THE END

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dotshiiki · 7 years ago

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more angst fic

I am not done reacting.

Spoilers, naturally.

A Demigod’s Life | another thousand + words of angst and percabeth

(This is actually a pared down version of the initial percabeth reaction fic I wrote in the last two days, which is on Ao3 but I’m not comfortable putting adult content on places without an age filter, so, clean version here.)

Annabeth's hands shook as she hung up the phone. The cheer she'd tried to inject for her cousin's sake slid away like oil on water. As soon as she looked back at Percy's red-rimmed eyes and scrunched up face, she lost even the faint flicker of optimism Magnus's good news had brought. It was great that the world wasn't going to go up in Norse flames, but …

Maybe Magnus had saved the world, but it still felt like theirs had come grinding to a halt.

She went to Percy and put her head against his shoulder. His arms came around her automatically.

'He says your advice helped. He said to tell you he kept his …' Her voice died on the words butt clenched all the way.The joke fell flat as the memory of their first flight to New Rome on the Argo II crept up on her. Jason had been trying to explain legion formations to them, and Leo, ever the joker, had asked if they all had to walk like they had sticks up their butts, too.

'I do not walk like I have a stick up my butt,' Jason had protested.

Piper had laughed and kissed his cheek. 'Well, you do sort of clench when you're being all proper and stuff …'

Annabeth choked down a sob. Percy pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair. He might have been trying to comfort her, but from the way his arms trembled, she knew she was as much his lifeline as he was hers. When something like this happened, when the grief and guilt threatened to swallow you whole …

'It's my fault.' Percy's voice cracked on the last word.

'No,' she whispered. 'You know it isn't.'

'I—' He gave a harsh, humourless laugh. 'I'm supposed to be the one whose fatal flaw is loyalty. And I wasn't there. I didn't go.'

It wasn't so much loyalty, she thought, as it was his need to save everyone. His inability to step away had always been a struggle for him. And now that he'd finally started to conquer it, Jason had made the ultimate sacrifice … and Percy couldn't forgive himself for falling short.

'You can't always be the hero, Percy.'

'Too many times,' he said in a ragged voice. 'Too many times, someone else's taken the fall. First there was Bob and Damasen … and then we let Leo … and now …' He took a deep breath. 'Apollo came to me, Annabeth. He asked for myhelp. And I told him no quests. No saving the world.'

'You took him to camp. You did what you could.'

'I said no. But Jason didn't. And now he's …' He closed his eyes. 'I should have gone. I should have been the one to—if anyone had to die …'

'Don't say that!' Shards of ice pierced her skin, spilling cold fear into her veins. 'Don't ever say that.'

It was a fear that had always lain dormant in her mind. That this would be exactly how she would lose Percy one day—one heroic sacrifice. After all, he'd come so close so many times. In the Labyrinth. In Tartarus.

Annabeth had wanted so badly to move past that fear. In her hubris, she'd believed they'd done their part. They could go off to college in New Rome and be safe, normal. How could she have forgotten, even for a second, that a demigod's life was cursed a thousand times over by the Fates?

'Maybe if I'd been there …'

She cupped his face. 'I know you, Percy. If you had been there, it wouldn't be Jason in that coffin. It'd be you, and I couldn't … I can't even …' Her voice cracked. 'Maybe I'm selfish, and awful, because I can't help being so damn grateful that it wasn't you.'

She was shaking uncontrollably now, a tsunami of guilt and terror threatening to sweep her away. She couldn't deny that as devastating as it had been when Apollo had told them the story, a small part of her had thanked every god in the pantheon that of all the tragedies that could have happened … it wasn't Grover. It wasn't Piper.

It wasn't Percy.

What sort of person did that make her?

'You're not awful.' Percy pressed his nose to hers. His tears were falling fast again, mingling with hers on their cheeks. 'I couldn't lose you either.'

She wasn't sure if his mouth found hers, or if it was the other way round. Whichever it was, she breathed him in hungrily, needing absolution, needing succour, needing him. Their kiss was rough and desperate, almost violent as they searched for relief—a relief that wouldn't come, but they would try and extort from each other anyway. It was a shared outpouring of guilt and fear and grief, a maelstrom of emotions that would have eaten her alive if she tried to endure them alone.

Being with Percy was a single stitch holding together the ragged fabric of her heart.

And she could not forget that but for a twist of Fates' needles, she could be in Piper's position: broken and alone, holding the pieces of a shattered heart that would never fit back together.

They were demigods, after all. Life was fragile and temporary and you could not plan for it. You could not plan for loss. You could not plan for heartbreak.

You can't control every contingency, Piper had once told her. You have to accept that. Let it scare you. Trust that it'll be okay anyway.

Annabeth wondered if Piper still believed that after this.

Afterwards, as they held each other close, Percy traced a series of tally marks across her shoulder blades. She knew without asking that they were a running count of the friends they had lost over the years. Deaths they had moved on from, but which came back to haunt her now that another friend had joined the list, as if to remind her that there was no statue of limitations on grief.

'He saved my life, you know,' Percy said softly. 'At the bottom of the ocean, no less.'

'The thing with Kymopoleia?'

Percy's laugh was brittle, but less broken now. 'And I told him to keep the details to himself. Wish I'd let him make as much fun of me as he wanted.'

'He wouldn't have.' She sniffled. 'He was always so honourable.'

'So serious,' Percy agreed.

Her mind gave a crystal clear image of Jason with his glasses on, earnestly trying to explain Roman history to the Argo crew. He taught so much better than she did, with infinite patience and none of her exasperation.

'Professor Grace.' Her lips formed a trembling smile.

'The blond Superman.'

'Pontifex Maximus.' She thought of the rough sketches Meg McCaffrey had pressed into her hands. Jason's final legacy, entrusted to her.

Her eyes met Percy's and a terrifying but inescapable truth passed between them. 'We have to finish it. Everything he—everything he died for.'

Percy's jaw clenched. 'The emperors.'

It was time they joined the fight.

They weren't done saving the world. Maybe they never would be. But that was what being a demigod meant. Monsters—human or otherwise—never went away. All they could do was keep the evil at bay, the way Jason had, and Bob and Damasen, and Luke, and Beckendorf, and Silena, and so many others who had gone before them. Until their time was up, and they had no choice but to hand the sword over to someone else to carry on the fight.

All she could do was live with the fear and the pain and the heartbreak, and keep fighting anyway. Trust that it'll be okay.

And if it wasn't …

Then Annabeth just prayed to every god there was out there—Greek, Norse, Egyptian, she didn't care which—that if the time ever came for Percy to be the hero, she would fall with him.

As long as they were together.

A/N: Jason's death in The Burning Maze raised quite a bit of guilt in that I actually felt relief about it before sadness that we'd lost this good, heroic character. I needed to express this somehow, and I guess my girl Annabeth gets to be the one helping me give voice to those feelings. And it ended up being this fic. So that being what it is, I don't know if this is all that great a piece of writing. But perhaps some of you can relate.

#percy jackson fanfic #tbm spoilers #tbm fanfic #the burning maze #percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #angst

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robronsecretsanta · 7 years ago

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Fanfic: The Final Form of Love

For @iamarobronniffler

Note: This is set immediately after a spring Robron reunion and does deal with Seb and a potential Aaron/Seb relationship, among other issues

Forgiveness is the final form of love - Reinhold Niebuhr

Aaron should have noticed sooner.

In his defense, it had been a very long and at time very painful year and he didn’t want to go round looking for new problems. So when he woke up the morning after their reunion and Robert was gone, he didn’t think anything of it. Last night had been the best sleep Aaron had had in months and it was later than he’d normally wake up. Robert must have gone downstairs for coffee or some cereal, and Aaron threw on some joggers and a shirt to find him.

It turned out Robert was in the kitchen, but the smell of burning bacon and cursing told Aaron something more elaborate had been in the works. Robert’s face told the story, though it was still nice to see him light up when he caught sight of Aaron.

“We’ve got plenty of people round here who can burn the bacon, I thought you were here to cook it properly.” Aaron moved in for a kiss, soft and languid, and rested his arms on Robert’s shoulders as Robert placed his hands on Aaron’s hips.

“Sorry, I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, but then Vic called to say she was taking Seb to Diane’s and Nicola called about a haulage contract and Gerry called to see if it was safe to come back yet and everything got away from me.”

Aaron laughed at Robert’s earnest rambling. “It’s fine, we can just go to the cafe. Or …” Aaron said, pulling Robert in tighter, eliminating the separation between them. “We could forget the food and go back to bed.” They kissed again, urgency rising, and Aaron felt Robert’s hands moving back to reach his arse before Robert pulled away.

“I wish I could,” he said, giving Aaron one more quick kiss. “But I have to pick up Seb in an hour and I have to pick up the haulage contracts first so I can work on them while I have him.”

“Guess I shouldn’t have slept so late.” Aaron was a bit disappointed, but obviously their lives couldn’t exactly be put on hold on a random Wednesday morning. It was too bad they hadn’t reunited on a Friday or Saturday night, when they could have had a proper lie-in.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you,” Robert said. “This weekend I’m all yours.”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ve got all the time in the world.” Aaron gave him one last kiss before going to get showered and dressed to start his own day. Life wasn’t going to just stop for either of them, no matter how much they might want it to. But at least now they would be facing it together.

***

Robert did make up for it, bringing Aaron breakfast in bed that Saturday morning, which took all morning to eat because of more than one bout of lovemaking interrupting the meal. It wasn’t until Sunday morning that Aaron woke up and realized that Robert was already out of bed again. Previously, they’d tended to wake up around the same time, and neither of them had been shy about waking the other up in any number of ways. But so far Robert had been out of bed every morning before Aaron had woken.

After getting out of bed, Aaron found Robert cleaning the kitchen of all things. Robert claimed he hadn’t gotten to it yesterday and didn’t want to leave them with it before the new week started. Robert was the neatest out of all of them, but this seemed a bit much, even for him. Aaron asked him if anything was wrong and Robert claimed that there wasn’t, that he was just being efficient. And what had convinced Aaron, at least for a while, was that there really didn’t seem to be any problems.

The time they were spending together, both in and out of bed, was amazing. All of the passion, the unique connection they’d shared, it had all been back since that first night. Even Liv had kept her comments to a minimum and Robert was working on earning her forgiveness as well. Aaron knew it was only a matter of time. That Sugden charm was impossible to resist.

They hadn’t discussed Sebastian much beyond that first night, when Aaron had told Robert that he understood that the two were a package deal now. Twice he’d told Robert he was welcome to bring Seb with him to the Mill, but Robert had demurred, saying Vic was happy to keep him now that he was sleeping through the night. Aaron hadn’t felt like it was his place to push this issue, and figured Robert would broach it when he was ready.

With their lives on track again, Aaron hadn’t wanted to burst his own little bubble of happiness. But as the circles under Robert’s eyes got darker and darker, Aaron realized that he’d yet to see Robert asleep, even though they were in the same bed night after night. And he seemed to be running at 100 miles an hour practically all the time. There was always something he had to do, for Aaron, for Seb, for Liv, for the business.

Even if Aaron was content and Robert claimed to be, something wasn’t right. Aaron tried to talk to Robert, but he’d insisted that there wasn’t a problem, that yes he was busy but happily so. Aaron hadn’t wanted to push him so soon after getting back together and dropped it.

***

Eventually Aaron decided to talk to Vic, in the hopes that she might have some insight into how Robert was doing when he wasn’t with Aaron. But when he reached Keepers Cottage, he found Victoria worked up and on the phone. “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” she said, hanging up as she threw various items into her purse.

“Vic, what’s wrong?” There were tears in her eyes and it briefly made Aaron think the worst.

“Doug and Diane have been in a car accident. Doug’s okay but they’re afraid Diane’s broken her hip. I need to get to the hospital.” A small part of Aaron was relieved that the call wasn’t about Robert. Of course he was concerned about Diane’s well-being, but in his head to two simply didn’t compare.

“Do you need me to drive you there? Should I call Robert?” Robert was in meetings in Hotten all day, probably closer to the hospital than they were.

“Doug’s already called him, he’d headed there now.” Vic paused for a moment before continuing, seemingly unsure if she should say what was on the tip of her tongue. “I hate to ask, but could you watch Seb? He’s asleep and I don’t want to wake him.”

��Of course,” Aaron said without a second thought. “You go, I’ll stay with him.” A hospital waiting room was no place for a baby. And Aaron had to spend some one-on-one time with him at some point. Robert and Vic should be focused on Diane and this was where he could be the most helpful. Aaron wasn’t going to back down from what he’d said to Robert about them being a package deal, even if they hadn’t really tackled it yet beyond words.

“Thank you so much, here’s his bag,” Victoria said, handing Aaron a bag full of baby essentials. “Do you need me to go over anything?”

Aaron gave her a look. “I’ve looked after Leo loads of time, just go.”

Vic grabbed her purse and headed towards the door. “Thanks, call if you need anything!”

After Vic left, Aaron made his way into the room where Sebastian was sleeping soundly. Looking down on him, Aaron could see the resemblance to Robert starting to develop. “Hey there,” Aaron whispered. “Guess it’s time we got to know each other.”

***

Figuring it was best to let sleeping babies lie, Aaron had hung around Vic’s place until Sebastian woke up. Once Seb was awake, Aaron packed up anything he thought he might need and headed back to the Mill, baby carrier in hand. Liv and Gerry had agreed to stay at the Woolpack tonight, which seemed easiest for all concerned.

He’d heard Robert say it before, but Sebastian genuinely was a well-behaved baby. He hardly cried and he smiled and laughed whenever Aaron tickled him or made a funny face. It made him wonder if Robert had been similar when he was that age. It’s hard for Aaron to imagine Robert ever being well-behaved. Sebastian was just short of six months now, and If Aaron was remembering right, that was around when Robert lost his birth mother.

Aaron wondered how much babies affected by such a loss, if Robert had felt the loss of a mother until Sarah came into his life a few years later. Was Sebastian missing Rebecca right now? Or did he feel enough love from Robert and Vic and Diane and the rest to make up for that?

Aaron sat the carrier on the table as he made himself tea, with enough left over for Robert whenever he made it back from the hospital. Aaron had been getting text updates from him, but it wasn’t the same as being there in person to support him. But it didn’t sound like Diane was in too bad a shape and Vic was there now as well, so everyone could support each other through this.

After Aaron had eaten, Sebastian started crying and after a quick check, Aaron surmised that Seb was ready to eat as well. Aaron got a bottle of formula warmed up and held Seb in his arms to feed him. As he looked down on Seb, a mix of emotions washed over Aaron. They came from all different directions, making it difficult to know what he was really feeling.

Aaron tried to take stock of these feelings without letting them control him, the way his counsellor had taught him. He felt weird, obviously, this was definitely different than just babysitting Leo. He and Leo had a clearly defined relationship and he and Seb definitely did not. There was sadness for both of them, stuck in situations so far from ideal. There had been so much pain surrounded by Sebastian’s conception and birth, for everyone. That couldn’t be erased.

But there was affection, too, for this part of Robert in his arms. Aaron loved Robert more than anything, how could he not care about his son? Aaron wanted this child to have the opportunities he and Robert never got. He wanted Sebastian to be raised right, by people like Paddy and Sarah, who had loved them and done things the right way.

A few hours later, Aaron had the television on low as Sebastian slept beside him. Robert walked in quietly, looking like death warmed over. Aaron stood up and pulled him into a hug the moment he reached Robert. Robert sagged into him, practically forcing Aaron to help keep him upright. Aaron guided them over to the couch and sat them both down.

“Dianie’s going to be ok, right?” Aaron asked first. That’s what Robert had indicated in his texts.

“Yeah,” he said. “It’ll take a few months before she’s totally recovered, but no lasting damage.”

Aaron saw the toll this had taken on Robert beyond whatever he had already been dealing with. He was hurting and Aaron wanted to help but he had no idea how. He knew this wasn’t an ideal time to push but he also couldn’t stand to see Robert bottling this up anymore.

“Robert, please tell me what’s wrong,” Aaron said quietly, rubbing Robert’s back. “I know it’s more than just Diane.”

“I’m fine,” Robert said hoarsely. “Just haven’t been sleeping.”

If there was one thing Aaron couldn’t handle in this moment, it was more lies. That was exactly what had ruined them in the past and things were supposed to be different now. “Why are you lying?” Aaron hissed, trying not to wake Sebastian despite his desire to yell. “Whatever it is just fucking tell me. This is exactly what we can’t do anymore, not if we want this to work.”

“That’s just it,” Robert choked out, tears in his eyes. “I know this isn’t going to work. I’ve been trying so hard, but I’m going to fuck it up.”

The anger drained away from Aaron in an instant. “Rob, why would you think that?”

“Just look at my track record. How many relationships have I fucked up? How many times have I fucked up with you, only for you to forgive me? Eventually, even you will get sick of it.”

“I won’t. And I’ve fucked up too and you’ve forgiven me.”

Robert looked over to where Sebastian was still sleeping nearby. “You literally spent the evening taking care a child that came out of me cheating on you. How could anything compare to that?”

Aaron took Robert’s hands into his own. He hadn’t known Robert was so worried about him dealing with Seb. “I told ya, I know Seb is part of your life and that means he’s going to be part of mine. Did you think I was lying?”

“No, of course not,” Robert said. “But saying it in the heat of the moment is different from living it. You said it yourself, he’s always going to be a reminder of what I did.”

Aaron sighed. He hadn’t wanted to tell Robert what he was about to say, but clearly he needed to hear it. Aaron had thought that Robert wouldn’t want to hear how he’d struggle over Seb, but if he was this stressed over it, maybe it would help. “A few days before we got back together, I think we both knew things were headed that way.” Robert gave a small nod of agreement.

“And I wasn’t sure what to do, because I knew I wanted you but I didn’t know if I could handle Sebastian. I wanted to accept it and him in theory but I was worried about what it’d do to my head. Didn’t want a repeat of last summer. So I went to talk to Paddy.”

“I’m sure he gave me a ringing endorsement,” Robert said, sniffling.

“It wasn’t about you, ya moppet,” Aaron said, rolling his eyes. “I asked Paddy why he let me stay with him, after my mum cheated on him and left him for Carl. He owed me nothing, less than nothing really, but he still took me in. And I was horrible to him, worse than Liv’s ever been, and still he kept trying.” Aaron had to fight to keep his voice steady. “And do you know what he said?”

Robert didn’t answer, just shook his head.

“Paddy said when he looked at me, he didn’t see my mum or what she’d done. He didn’t see all the things I’d put him through. He just saw a child that needed someone to love him and he couldn’t turn away from that.”

They both had tears in their eyes, but Aaron kept going. Now that they’d started, he had to get this out. Robert needed to understand. “Where would we be without people who loved us anyway? Despite our birth parents or the circumstances we faced or our own actions? Paddy loved me and he saved me and I think Sarah did the same for you. They didn’t bring us into the world but they loved us anyway. And I want to love Sebastian anyway.”

Robert smiled through tears and Aaron could see some of the tension leaving his body, tension that he’d probably been holding since they’d reunited. “You remind me of her,” Robert said, running a hand through Aaron’s hair. “The only people who have loved me unconditionally. I don’t deserve it.”

Aaron leaned forwards until their foreheads met. “You do. Everyone does.” Robert moved up to kiss him, gently, their lips hardly moving but just enjoying the contact. This felt like home to Aaron in a way nothing else ever had. A noise from Sebastian interrupted them and they pulled away, but with smiles on their faces. “I guess we’ll have to get used to that.”

Robert stood up to check on Sebastian. “Don’t worry,” he said to Seb as he picked him up, but really to Aaron. “They’ll be plenty of sleepovers at Auntie Vic’s so Daddy and Aaron can have alone time, won’t there?”

“I’m not all the way there yet,” Aaron admitted, watching Robert sway back and forth with Sebastian in his arms. “That negative stuff, from before he was born, that’s gone, but there’s still a distance. I don’t want there to be, I really don’t.”

“Well, you haven’t spent any time with him,” Robert said. “That’s my fault. I was scared of losing you again and I tried to be a dad and be with you without having them intersect.”

“And what was the long-term plan?” Aaron asked. Robert’s plans were so dumb sometimes, Aaron wondered how they ever succeeded. “Were you going to live like that forever?”

“I don’t know,” Robert admitted. “I just knew I couldn’t give either of you up.”

Needing to touch Robert again, Aaron stood up and rested a hand on Robert’s shoulder. “You won’t have to.”

“I’m so tired, Aaron,” Robert whispered. “I just don’t want to have to fight it anymore.”

Aaron wasn’t sure exactly what Robert was referring to, but he knew that above everything else, Robert needed to sleep. “Here give him to me,” Aaron said, taking Sebastian out of Robert’s arms. “You should go rest.”

“Will you come up with me?” Robert asked, eyes looking at him plaintively. Aaron had never heard him sound so much like a child in need of comfort.

“Course,” Aaron said. “Let me just call Vic to come get him and then I’ll be up.” There wasn’t anywhere for Seb to sleep at the Mill, something they probably needed to fix sooner rather than later.

Robert kissed him on the forehead and then started towards the stairs. By the time Aaron made it up there twenty minutes later, Robert was already fast asleep. Aaron slid in beside him, wrapping an arm around Robert so he’d know Aaron was there with him.

***

When Aaron woke up the next morning, he was relieved to find Robert still asleep beside him. They’d moved closer during the night, and Robert’s hair at the back of his head was tickling Aaron’s nose. Aaron stayed there for a while, enjoying Robert’s scent and the heat of his body against Aaron’s chest.

After a while he got up and puttered around, taking a shower and making some coffee, but Robert was still asleep when he looked in on him. He texted Nicola that Robert wasn’t going to be doing any work today and checked with Vic to make sure she was ok with Seb for a while longer.

When Robert finally stirred, Aaron was lying beside him, messing around on his phone. Robert turned to him and pushed his wild bedhead away from his forehead. “What time is it?” he asked.

“Near noon,” Aaron said, shifting so that they were looking at each other. “You slept for almost twelve hours.”

“I haven’t slept that long in-” a morning yawn interrupted him. “In a long time.”

“I think you needed it.”

Robert nodded. “Is Seb … ?”

“With Vic,” Aaron said. “And I texted Nicola, so you’re not going anywhere today.”

“Thank you,” Robert said, moved a hand to Aaron’s hip. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You do,” Aaron said. He hated that Robert was still doing this. The stuff around him and Seb was a part of it but Aaron suspected that there was a bigger root cause of Robert’s problem. “I think this is where all that stress and anxiety and lack of sleep is coming from.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve forgiven you, you know that” Aaron said, running his hand through Robert’s hair. “But you haven’t forgiven yourself. And you have to, so we can move forward. Otherwise this will just keep happening.”

Robert didn’t say anything for the longest time and Aaron just laid there beside him, waiting patiently, stroking his hair. Finally, Robert whispered, “How can I?”

“You just have to let go,” Aaron said. “Let go of Rebecca and Kasim and Chrissie. And let go of Andy and Katie and Jack. And let go of old Robert and old Aaron. They’re not here anymore. It’s just us now.”

Robert’s eyes had gotten glassy while Aaron was talking and he could only nod before the tears started falling. Aaron pulled him close, wrapping both arms around him tightly. Robert clung to Aaron’s shirt as he cried, sobs wracking his body like Aaron had never seen before with Robert. It was hard to watch, but Aaron knew it was necessary.

Slowly, Robert started to calm down and Aaron let him go so he could wipe away the remaining tears and snot. Robert was sitting on the bed facing away from Aaron, taking a few deep breaths. “How do you feel now?” Aaron asked.

“Better, I think,” Robert said. “It’s just a lot.”

“Yeah, crying usually helps.”

Robert looked back at him. “When did you get so smart?”

“Hmm, maybe it’s the years of professional counselling?” Aaron debated whether or not to add what else he was thinking. But if he was thinking it, he should say it. As casually as he could he added, “Maybe you should try it.”

“Maybe,” Robert said as he stood, but it didn’t have that dismissive tone that Robert would have once used in response to such a suggestion. It was definitely worth bringing up again another time.

“Ahhh!” Robert yelled after taking a step, falling back down on the bed and grabbing his left calf.

“What’s wrong?” Aaron asked. He stood up and walked over to Robert’s side of the bed.

“Just a cramp,” Robert said, reaching down to massage his calf. “I think I’m dehydrated.”

“Crying, sleeping for twelve hours, and then crying again will do that to ya,” Aaron said.

“Will you shut up and help me downstairs?”

Robert threw an arm around Aaron and Aaron helped him stand. “C’mon old man,” Aaron said playfully and Robert tentatively took a step forward, with Aaron helping to hold him up. “I’ve got ya.”

Epilogue

It had been almost a week and Robert was beginning to feel like his old self again. Well, his new old self. It was still confusing in his head, but mostly he was trying to do whatever Aaron thought was best and that was working pretty well so far.

Aaron had mentioned Robert seeing someone professionally the day after his crying fit and Robert had said he’d think about it. It was the last thing he’d ever imagined himself doing, but if it would help him and help the two of them, he needed to just bite the bullet and say yes.

But first, there was something else he had to do, something he’d had to work up a fair amount of courage for. He’d waited until he knew Marlon would be at work before knocking on the door to Tall Trees Cottage.

A few seconds later, Paddy opened the door and it was obvious Robert was one of the last people he’d expected to find. “What do you want?” Paddy asked, in that tone that he reserved only for people he truly loathed.

“I won’t take up much of your time,” Robert said, wanting to get this out before Padd slammed the door in his face. “And I know we’ll probably never get past the things I’ve done.”

“That’s a nice, vague way of putting it,” Paddy interjected.

“I just wanted to say thank you, that’s all.”

That seemed to genuinely confuse Paddy. “For what?”

“Aaron told me, what you said to him a few weeks ago. I don’t know if you intended it to be about Seb, but it meant a lot to Aaron. So thank you for what you said, and for what you did back then.”

Paddy looked at him, as if he was trying to figure out if Robert was playing some sort of angle or something. Which, Robert thought, was a fair question to have. “I didn’t say it for your sake,” Paddy said a moment later.

“I suspected not,” Robert said, but it did make him wonder. “So then why?”

“I knew you two were going to get back together. Pretty much everyone knew at that point, you aren’t exactly subtle. But if it was going to happen, then Aaron deserved to love that child as if it were his own and Sebastian deserved to be loved like that. I just pointed Aaron in that direction.”

“Well, I won’t take up any more of your day,” Robert said, not wanting to get emotional in front of Paddy Kirk of all people.

Robert had taken a few steps away from the cottage when Paddy called out after him. “And to be honest, I wouldn’t want to live in a village with a child raised solely by you. Who knows what horrors that could have brought.”

Robert laughed. Paddy was probably right. God willing, they wouldn’t have to find out.

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 7 years ago

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Can you believe it’s been A WHOLE YEAR since the last episode of YOI/the first season ended? I’ve been doing this project for 52 weeks, every week until now, and it’s been great, but alas, this is where our journey ends. I had a lot of fun and laughs, and met so many wonderful readers, and I love you all deeply. Thanks being here. ♥

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Week 1: Viktor/Yuuri, Explicit, 1363 words -- “Slacking Off”

In which Yuuri raws Viktor under the mistletoe. (A lot of mistletoe. A whole ceiling's worth.)

Week 2: Otabek/Yuri, Explicit, 1126 words -- “Impulsive”

But somehow, Yuri can always surprise him as well—ignoring everyone else and leaping into Otabek's arms. Unlike any of the drab, dreary colors around them, Yuri is a balefire in his costume glittering in reds and golds, with stripes of onyx mesh against his abdomen. There's even a dusting of gold to Yuri's eyelashes, and clinging to his pale cheeks.

Week 3: Yuuri/Phichit, Explicit, 1513 words -- “Reminiscent”

He meets Phichit while figure-eighting silently, wistfully across the empty stretch of rink.

Week 4: Otabek/Yuri, Explicit, 1294 words -- “Something More Intimate”

Dating usually brings up personal stuff Yuri dreads to let anyone know. It's probably why he avoided it all together. Without trying, Otabek sees Yuri for who he is. He accepts what Yuri tells him without question or taunting.

Week 5: Phichit & Georgi, Gen, 867 words -- “#nochill”

Georgi's makeup looks disastrous. Phichit knows exactly how to fix this, and he'll do it with or without permission.

Week 6: Mila/Sara, Mature, 946 words -- “Hook Up”

Emil invites Mila to a key party. House keys, car keys, they're all fair game. The endgame is to find the key's owner at the end of the night.

Week 7: Katsuki Mari/Anya, Teen, 707 words -- “Chance”

An unlikely encounter leads Mari to a very beautiful woman needing a rescue.

Week 8: Christophe/Mystery Guy, Teen, 703 words -- “Perfect, Perfect You”

Christophe loves riling up his boyfriend first thing in the morning. Even if he misses his interview.

Week 9: Otabek/Yuri, Explicit, 630 words -- “Bending, Not Breaking”

Otabek cares more for the physical vibrations of Yuri's moans. The sensation follows up his own fingertips and straight into Otabek's chest, unearthing that inescapable desire he's buried down deep.

Yuri is not the only one who wants. So badly.

Week 10: Otabek/Yuri, Teen, 1758 words -- “Chasing After a Maybe”

There's a faint, teasing smile on Yuri's lips. "Is this you getting mushy on me, Altin? I don't like it."

Week 11: Michele/Emil, Teen, 1305 words -- “Common Observation”

Emil leaps onto Michele's cot, smiling and rubbing his newly shaven jaw. Out of the corner of his eyes, Michele can glimpse the little red bumps along Emil's pale cheek where the razor irritated his skin.

"I like your glasses."

The earnestly spoken compliment heats up the surface of Michele's ears.

Week 12: Viktor/Yuuri, Gen, 1159 words -- “Better Than Ever”

They're getting old, Yuuri realizes. There's little crow's feet around Viktor's blue eyes. It's getting harder to lose weight for him, and Viktor doesn't snub his thick thighs and belly. More to love about you, as he puts it.

Week 13: Otabek/Yuri, Teen, 647 words -- “Reborn”

Everyone starts out looking dead—pale grey skin, colorless eyes, never feeling too warm or too cold. One of the constantly irritating things is the permanent sore-scabs on his lips, festering over Yuri's bottom one.

(In which you're only alive when you meet your soulmate.)

Week 14: Mila/Sara, Mature, 1147 words -- “Everything You Want”

"We should just date," Sara murmurs thoughtfully, eyes lidding. She pushes a loose, wavy stand of Mila's red hair behind her ear. A sandy fingertip presses gently against one of Mila's sterling silver piercings.

Week 15: Otabek/Yuri, Not Rated, 1767 words -- “Our Lives”

That's when Yuri notices the item dangling underneath his cat's turquoise, studded collar. A ring made of highly polished and black titanium.

Week 16: Viktor/Yuuri, Teen, 1282 words -- “Blackhole Dreams”

"I believe in you, Yuuri. Nothing more, nothing less."

His voice washes over him, heady and rumbling. Yuuri sucks in a deep breath, cheeks flushing hotly. After all of these months training to fight, physically and mentally for the evils coming, and listening to V.I.K.T.O.R.R's advice… it's not possible to have these feelings for a talking WALL, is it?

Week 17: Victor Nikiforov/Other(s), Christophe Giacometti/Victor Nikiforov, Explicit, 881 words -- “Filthy Hot”

Viktor doesn't hate intimacy, but a lack of control. He experiments with this notion in a public bathroom.

Week 18: Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino, Michele Crispino & Sara Crispino, Mature, 1039 words -- “Beautiful In Knowing”

Sara knew she was a girl, even if nobody else did or believed her.

She ordered Michele to call her "Lady Sara" from now on. He would roll his eyes and grumble, but never attempt to misgender her. She liked "Sara" — it meant "lady, princess, noblewoman". And she would never go back to her deadname.

Week 19: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov (main), Katsuki Yuuri/Lee Seung Gil, Lee Seung Gil/Victor Nikiforov, Teen, 536 words -- “Kiss-Fiend”

It's only a matter of time before someone else makes a mess of themselves at another GPF banquet. Only this time — Yuuri stays far away from the champagne and behaves. Seung-gil, however, does not.

Week 20: Lilia Baranovskaya/Nikolai Plisetsky/Yakov Feltsman, Mature, 1133 words -- “Faded But Not Forgotten”

A very long time ago, before Yuri's birth, Nikolai fell in love with his neighbor and her boyfriend.

Week 21: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Mature, 206 words -- Unusual

He loves the sound — Viktor's heartbeat. Comforting, mesmeric and tormenting all in one.

Week 22: Ji Guang-Hong/Victor Nikiforov, Explicit, 426 words -- Fantasy

Viktor would kiss him like when the world turns to dawnlight, awestruck and sleepy, and worshiping every inch it could reach.

Week 23: Katsuki Yuuri/Yuri Plisetsky, Explicit, 457 words -- To Bleed For

Eros loved someone who did not love the way he wished for. Out of his brothers and sisters, Agape has been most precious to him. Brighter than Apollo's vestige, more clever than Hermes — he's a wicked thing, perhaps more than Hades himself.

Week 24: Phichit Chulanont/Lee Seung Gil, Teen, 904 words -- Bare Emotions

There's still intensive schooling and extracurricular, for a professional skating career — and it turns out Seung-gil attends online courses, including drawing and illustrative art. Phichit can't be too sure why Seung-gil approached him outside the plaza, for the favor, but he's happy to help. Even if it involves stripping off his clothes in the heavily air-conditioned room.

Week 25: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, Mature, 1045 words -- Precious

Yuri's cat ends up with a surprise pregnancy. Otabek keeps Yuri from having a mental breakdown.

Week 26: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Explicit, 730 words -- Forget The Ordinary

It's like not Viktor can help it — Yuuri, his incredible and handsome Yuuri, deserves everything. Every brilliant, faraway star in the constellations if Viktor could pluck them out and set them in a ring. Maybe Yuuri will settle for the usual wedding ring instead.

Week 27: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, 953 words -- Careless

Yuri maneuvers through the dance floor, looking around with wordless purpose. His v-neck revealing more pale, hairless skin than what's necessary. Otabek's black leather jacket hangs off Yuri's muscular-slender frame, just a tad too big for him, but he still looks fucking amazing.

That's when their eyes meet, as the square floor-tiles light up ambrosial-pink, under the thick soles of Yuri's combat boots.

Week 28: Katsuki Yuuri/Detroit Hockey Team, Phichit Chulanont & Katsuki Yuuri, Explicit, 1694 words -- Favor For a Favor

In order to have the ice rink, and without any protest from the hockey team, Yuuri agrees to a consensual gangbang.

Week 29: Katsuki Mari/Okukawa Minako, Katsuki Mari & Katsuki Yuuri, Teen, 198 words -- Ache

She misses everything about Minako. Hasetsu isn’t the same — too quiet, too empty of joy and laughter.

Week 30: Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino, Gen, 1288 words -- The World Above

Mermaids do not exist. It’s supposed to remain that way, for an eternity if not longer — exposure to their realm, to Sara’s family and friends, would allow great upheaval and tragedy, war, loss. Human cannot be trusted with the truth, even if it’s within their reaches.

Week 31: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Explicit, 821 words -- Idée fixe

It's not exactly a deep, dark secret. Especially since Viktor indulges him.

Week 32: Leo de la Iglesia/Ji Guang-Hong, Explicit, 913 words -- Closer, Slower

Blasphemy tastes syrupy-sweet on his lips when it's followed by Guang Hong's name.

Week 33: Yuri Plisetsky/Nishigori Yuuko, Yuri Plisetsky/Nishigori Yuuko/Nishigori Takeshi, Explicit, 296 words -- Anchorage

To her, Yuri feels like experiencing opia. Pieced, whole and rejuvenated — and then disconnected, wandering in the shadows without a lantern. Falling bottomless into piercing green eyes. He's so sharp, tactile and vulnerable, always lashing out.

Week 34: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont/Katsuki Yuuri, Explicit, 1178 words -- Wish Fulfillment

Phichit doesn't get jealous with Yuuri. Viktor has never fussed about him dating Phichit either, even after their engagement. He only wanted Yuuri's happiness, and spoke with Phichit about how they all wanted to handle this. Yuuri appreciates both of his partners being mature, levelheaded about expectations and limits.

Week 35: Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino, Not Rated, 1471 words -- A Little Less Conversation

Despite the bullies in her past, Sara isn't scared of leers or even nasty, filthy words. She's hot — and can punch anybody's lights out, if they didn't know their place. (In which Sara poses for a life drawing class, and Mila rescues her dignity.)

Week 36: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, Explicit, 3890 words -- Ruined Expectations

Otabek Altin does not fuck his clients. He takes on an amateur pornography job as the cameraman. As a Beta, he's less distracted by what goes on and has no interest in staying on permanently. Nothing ever works out like it's supposed to, and that's clear when he meets Yuri ruining his life in the best way.

Week 37: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Teen, 1152 words -- Always Found

Viktor still remembers hours after getting married, feeling elated and light on his feet. The world had been pure, undulated sunshine, flowering warmth over every crevice, banishing every shadow.

Yuuri said nothing to him then, only grinning so handsomely and affectionately. He hoisted a visibly astonished Viktor up into his arms, carrying him bridal-style through the entrance of their apartment.

Week 38: Michele Crispino/Sara Crispino, Explicit, 540 words -- Pretend

Michele hopes — somehow — that she can read his desires, his secretive, restless thoughts. But they really are different now.

Week 39: Otabek Altin/Jean-Jacques Leroy, Explicit, 569 words -- Not That Big

JJ knows he deserves the best. Because he works hard and succeeds, and has the assortment of gold medals to prove it. There's nothing wrong with wanting the best things all for yourself, whether it's a luxury hotel in Beaconsfield, UK, or getting a long, hard fuck on Otabek's Altin's cock.

Sometimes it's both things at once.

Week 40: Sara Crispino/Lee Seung Gil Michele Crispino/Lee Seung Gil, Teen, 1288 words - Switching It Up

Sara gets frustrated by how Seung-gil keeps ignoring her calls and texts again and again, determined to get to the bottom of why he's so cold towards her… by full-on masquerading as her twin brother. She soon figures out he is way more interested in what "Michele" has to say than anything else.

Week 41: Christophe Giacometti/Christophe Giacometti's Boyfriend, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Mature, 1994 words -- If You Dare!

Christophe inherits an old, fancy manor from his late aunt. Upon hearing that it’s haunted — and much to Yuuri’s reluctance — an overly excited Viktor insists on a seance.

Week 42: Mila Babicheva & Yuri Plisetsky, Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino, Teen, 1348 words -- Chills & Thrills

After getting pranked by Yuri for weeks, Mila decides to get a little revenge around Halloween. He hasn't heard yet about the legend of the eretica: a woman who sold her soul to the devil and visits in the form of an old, vampiric woman in rags.

Week 43: Leo de la Iglesia/Ji Guang-Hong, Phichit Chulanont/Katsuki Yuuri, Not Rated, 1728 words -- Jeepers Creepers

Guang-hong invites his friends over for some late night scary movies. Phichit, Leo, and Yuuri accept the invitation during their visit in Shanghai — Yuri reluctantly accepts too, as long as there's still free food and drinks as promised. He hasn't tried to get into any fights, so Guang-hong considers this a decent sleepover so far.

Week 44: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Teen, 1109 words -- Monsters On Parade

Viktor and Yuuri are persuaded into dressing up and chaperoning Lilia's grandkids for trick or treating.

Week 45: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky Yuri Plisetsky/Other(s), Explicit, 891 words -- Tantalization

This is hell. The most exquisite hell Otabek has ever witnessed.

Week 46: Anya/Georgi Popovich, Explicit, 756 words -- Wake Up

Georgi's lips, smeared all-over with electrifying purple gloss, hovers over hers. He can be the long-awaited hero for his princess — his one and only true love. To break the eternal curse on her. Forever.

Week 47: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Teen, 277 words - Enraptured

They're sheltered away from the brilliant, flashing lights, and reporters with their prying and endless questions. He tugs off Yuuri's skate-guard, examining the blade, tracing a gloved, russet fingertip over the siding. It's replaced with Viktor's mouth, pressing a feather-light, teeny kiss to the silvered metal.

Week 48: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Explicit, 3047 words -- Every Deed of Mercy

Yuuri tightly covers up his nose and mouth, pressing himself against a wall, his mind racing. His laptop and his mobile are both sitting out on the kitchen counter-top. Too far away. There's a bedroom window on his right, but it's straight to a thirty foot drop onto the crowded street. No ledge. No way to draw attention to himself in time or safely. It's likely burglars that invaded the apartment — he never heard the door-jab snap open or the lock being jiggled.

Week 49: Celestino Cialdini/Katsuki Yuuri, Explicit, 757 words -- Distractions

He's unsure if this is Yuuri's anxiety, or due to his unusually low score—but then Celestino remembers the storm. Yuuri has an irrational fear of thunderstorms, for as long as he has trained with him. "Yuuri," he whispers, dropping his voice and approaching from behind. "I'm right here." Celestino puts his hands atop Yuuri's tensing shoulders, rubbing softly.

Week 50: Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino, Explicit, 139 words -- Love and Beauty

That's one thing Mila loves about her — Sara's hands.

Week 51: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, Explicit, 632 words -- Once Gone

They’re calling what happened in the subway station biological terrorism. (In which Otabek and Yuri are hit with sex pollen.)

Week 52: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Explicit, 1566 words -- Yearning For Acceptance

There's just one big surprise left to unveil before Viktor will marry the love of his life. Something the entire world must know, but more importantly, Yuuri must.

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