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( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewisđđ„čTHEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!đđ )
Summary: You have been in a friends with benefits relationship with Leon for almost two years. After one of your *stress relief* sessions with Leon, things start to change between you both when he takes one small step in opening himself.
Pairing: RE6 Leon Kennedy! Ă Fem! Reader
Tags: Mentions of sex in some parts, pure fluff, drinking, angst with lots of comfort.
A/N: Hello guys! I am so so excited for my first fic ever!!! I am so happy rn. Happy new year to you allđ„°đ„°đ„°. Hope you all enjoy this!! Don't forget to show your appreciation by liking it, commenting on it and reblogging on it. A huge thanks to @nexysworld @luniaxi @elfven-blog @kennedyswhore for encouraging međ„°đ„°đ„°.
Words in bold and italics are Leon thoughts. Like thisâŠ
Also guys there's only one sentence which is only in bold and not italics so be careful about it. đ€đ€
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The room was warm after the shared moments between you and him. Sheets crumpled, Hair messed up, scent of sweat and sex still lingering in the air a little bit. You were lying in bed sleeping and resting yourself after one of many wonderful moments you had with Leon.
Your eyes flutter open slightly and you stretched your arms a bit. As you did you realised he wasnât lying beside you⊠That definitely you woke up. Even if he wasnât that much into cuddling he still used to be beside you. You frowned and sighed tiredly then slowly sat up. Looking around the room you rubbed your face to get the sleepiness out of you. Two years of doing this and by now you could probably guess what he was doing by now.
Probably needed a drink.
Thatâs what he usually didâŠYou knew after sex he tended to be a bit *disconnected* his mood used to be off. After you guys were done and saw him spacing out, you often used to hold his hand, squeezing it gently and kissing his cheek lightly. He used to give a small smile and sometimes⊠you did catch him blushing once in a while which was adorable.
You slowly got up from bed and stretched your arms above your head and sighed softly. You wore your shirt and your shorts. And made your way towards the living room.
There he was⊠Reaching up to his liquor cabinet and taking out one of his whiskey bottles. His back turned to you. Wearing one of his blue shirts and grey sweatpants. You swear you never saw that cabinet empty, sometimes it was even more stocked than his fridge.
He took one of the glasses and poured himself a drink. âWant anything to drink?â His gruff voice echoed in the room. He didnât had to look up and turn his back to see you were awake. His senses were sharp after all.
You walk towards him and lean against the counter and smile at him. âSure⊠Would love one right nowâŠâ You never liked it when he used to just get so lonely. You just wanted to help him⊠a little bit. It was hard not to care for a guy like him.
He sets a second glass In front of you and pours some for you. Still looking pretty unphased. He finally looks up at you and passes you the glass. You could see it in his eyes that he was there⊠but not there at the same time. But you knew him long enough, had an understanding of each other, even if heâs not openly emotional, he appreciates the company.
You decided to break the ice when you just saw him staring at you⊠spacing out a bit. You gave one of your playful smiles and in a teasing tone asked. âWhy the long face? Am I really that terrible in bed?â taking a sip of your drink.
He doesnât take well to teasing sometimes, but that gets a rare chuckle out of him. âMaybeâ he teases back.
You scoff lightly, giving him an offended look and playfully say âOuch. Didnât know we were giving each other reviews⊠want me to give you one?â
He chuckles again and with a cocky smirk says. âI guess it will be 10 out of 10 considering how much I had you begging for more at the end of it.â His voice sultry.
More like 11 out of 10 but whoâs counting anyways?
You scoff and look away to hide your flustered face. âYou⊠are insufferable.â Not wanting to admit the fact he was right.
Leon chuckles for a while, his mood slightly better but after a moment he sighs and says. âJust⊠been thinking.â He usually didnât admit what he was feeling at the moment always kept his true feelings and face hidden.
You look up at him and softly said âAbout work?â He nods and thatâs all you get. He walks over to the couch and sits down with a light huff âMmhmmâ.
You sit beside him on the couch and slowly ask âIs it important or just overthinkingâ. He looks down at his drink, thinking. He sighs. âBit of both, reallyâŠâ He chuckles lightly. He canât deny how right you were. Itâs eating at him a bit.
Thereâs a stretch of silence between you two after that. Leon looking at his drink and taking a small sip of it while you sit beside him thinking how to comfort him on that. Like⊠What do you even say to the person who had a much rougher life than any normal person had? After much thinking, you then scoot closer to him and gently pat his back and give him a soft smile. You donât know if that action was awkward or comforting. You looked like you were patting a sad child. But you didnât know what else to do & you really wanted to be there for him.
He was surprised a bit, looking over at you he couldnât help himself but smile at your action. It did help him, even a little bit. âI justâŠâ He stops, a hint of pain in his voice. âI just wish I could tell youâŠeverything.â
What? Did he really said that? Did he really felt like that? Your eyes widened and you stopped smiling momentarily. That was so unusual of him⊠You then slowly regained your composure and slowly asked him. âOh so⊠do you wanna talk about it?â.
âNoâ He replied almost too quickly, shaking his head. âI meanâŠLook, I canât.â And gulps down his whiskey in one go like it was water. Heâs never quite been this⊠vulnerable around you before. Itâs like heâs a little taken aback at his own actions.
You still smile at him and kiss his cheek lightly. âThatâs okayâŠâ He canât help a slight blush, before looking away. ââŠThanks.â God was he awkward.
He sighs, looking over at his liquor cabinet. He considers getting another drink. He gets up and glances at you briefly for a second and says. âIâm gonnaâŠgo get a refill.â âWant anything else?â He asked.
Now that you think about it, you could use something to eat. âMmm⊠yeah I am a bit hungry.â
He nods and says âHungry, huh? Iâll order us some food.â He grins a bit as he walks away, heading towards the kitchen. âWe can watch a movie till it gets here.â He says, over his shoulder and pours himself another drink.
You chuckle lightly and say in a light hearted manner. âUh huh.. A movie you say? Which one?â
Leon stops for a moment, his back still facing you and simply say. âHorror movie. I wanna scare you a bit.â You groan and he glances over his shoulder at you smiling. âOr maybe I should be the scared one?â Chuckling a bit at his own words. âI know you love horror stuff.â
No you donât. At what part of you hiding your face behind a pillow whenever a jumpscare comes and scares the shit out of you, was loving âhorror stuffâ? You roll your eyes and look at him raising an eyebrow at him. âOh come onâŠYou just wanna watch me scream. Thatâs what you really like.â
You mentally face palm yourself as you realize what you just said and watch as he smirks and starts to say. âI mean I do make you scream whenever you are here soâŠâ
You narrowed your eyes at him and he laughed seeing your reaction. You groaned. Him and his cheesiness. âI didnât mean it that way and you know it⊠You are such a big meanie.â
He chuckled and poured himself his third drink and doesnât turn around and sarcastically says âAm not. Iâm a big softie.â A big smirk present on his face.
âAnd hey, Iâll let you choose the movie. So go ahead. Pick it out.â Coming back to the couch and taking his phone out to place order for two pizzas which doesnât take long to order as he does remember your favourite. It wasnât like this was first movie night you guys had. You used to have them whenever he was bored or wanted to keep his mind off things. Eating pizza or ramen while you rambled to him about your day while he patiently just listened to each word. Although⊠you both soon got distracted and moved things to the bedroom⊠so it will always ended on a splendid note.
You laugh and teasingly say. âOhh⊠donât give me that much power or I will make you watch a chick flick with me.â
He laughed and looked up at her and gave her a dramatically sigh. âI mean, I could suffer through it. Youâre worth it.â He grins when he watches you blush and shyly look away.
He was never going to admit it out loud but he loved making you blush, watching that rose pink colour slowly filled your cheeks. He always thought that it suited you. And he didnât even had to do much, he could compliment you anytime and you would shyly look away trying to show his words werenât affecting you but the colour on your cheeks told him everything that needed to know.
He then shrugs and says. âBut really, Iâve never been all that scared of horror.â As if to prove his point, he pulls his sleeves back a little, revealing claw marks and scars on his forearm. âIâve been through a lot worse than a jumpscare and some spooky music.â Chuckling a bit at the end.
You bit your lip and looked at his forearm with a sense of pity. There were old scars which had faded replaced by new ones. You knew he used to work in DSO and fought bioweapons. Yeah he told you, reluctantly when you probed him about his job. But that was it. He never ever shared on what he had to go through in his job. And honestly looking at it⊠you really couldnât even begin to imagine on what he had to see or face through.
And it isnât really the first time seeing them but looking up at them closeâŠThat was different. You slowly bring your hand and gently trace his scars with your fingers. A bit curious how they were formed in the first place. You looked up at him concern visible in your eyes.
He doesnât say a word at your touch. He notices your hesitation but was too focused on the fact that you touched them willingly. Donât you find them ugly? Itâs not like they were pretty to look at. He doesnât often show anyone his scars, and heâs never quite let you touch them before. He looks down at you, surprised at your curiosity over them. Looking back down at your touch again, not quite knowing what to do or say. Should he have stopped you? He thinks to himself.
You then hesitantly asks. â...Is that what you always go through?â Your voice low as you tried to imagine the horrors he had to go through.
His eyes follow your touch as you continue with it. He watches you with a sort of silent disbelief as you ask your question. To him, his work is justâŠnormal. But you look at him like you just asked him the world. He sighs and says. âI've been in plenty of bad situations, yeah,â he chuckles lightly and sips his drink. âBut its⊠itâs what I do. Someoneâs gotta do it.â
You removed your hand as he started to roll down his sleeves a bit hurriedly, hiding them away before you asked something else. You look up at him and say. âMust be hard⊠thatâs very brave of youâŠâ you were a bit surprised on how casual he was about all this. But all he did was shrug and reply âI canât really say Iâm brave, just doing my job. Like I said, someoneâs gotta do it.â
He drains his glass, looking at it and scoffing to himself a bit and replies. âBut ThanksâŠâ sensing the topic was over you didnât probe him further than that.
Soon his door bell rings and he gets up to receive the order. Comes back and sets down the boxes. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow. âWanna eat and choose the movie?â
You chuckle and nod. âSounds goodâŠâ You pass him your glass to refill it and he does that. Keeping the bottle on the coffee table as you browsed on Netflix on what to watch. âSo how about conjuring..?â
He scoffs and rolls his eyes. âPick something scary. Thatâs nothing.â
You frown at him and say. âHey thatâs scaryâŠâ Leon shakes his head and takes the remote. âGive me thatâŠâ and starts browsing.
You scoff and try to take back the remote and say. âNo way, last time you chose hereditary and I had to sleep with lights on that night.â
Leon doesnât give back the remote and say. âWell I wonât choose that then. What about midsommar?â
Your eyes widen and try to take back the remote again and say. âNo way, give me that. I hate cult movies.â
After 10 minutes of you guys fighting on which movie to see. You both decide to watch IT. Which already has you hiding your face behind a cushion. He chuckles seeing you that way and pats your knee lightly and puts an arm around you. âDonât worry, I wonât let that clown take you down the drain with him and make you float.â
You chuckle and teasingly say. âAww⊠will you keep me safe and tucked away from him?â
Leon rolls his eyes and chuckles. He replies sarcastically. âYeah yeah I willâŠbe your knight in shining armor.â Looking at you with a cocky smirk which had you giggling.
You shake your head and eat your slice and so does he as you relax and watch the movie. He looks over at you as you hide your face in his shoulder when it got scary, peeking a little bit to watch the screen not wanting to miss it. He smiled to himself.
You were really so cute to him⊠so innocent and sweet. Sometimes all he wanted was to tuck you away in a safe place and watch over you, keeping a sweet thing like you away from every horrific things he had witnessed.
âAre you cozy?â he asks suddenly. But your body language gives it away-he can tell youâre comfortable. He feels his heart pound in his chest as he feels something fuzzy inside. What am I even doing?. It was clear that he was enjoying this too but he really didnât wanna show that he was enjoying this too much. You smile and nod.
âYeah Itâs really cozy⊠you make a really cozy pillow you know.â Chuckling softly at him. He chuckles too finding your description of him amusing.
âOh am I?â His gaze returns to the screen. He was definitely trying to be flirty as he felt his cheeks warm up a bit. But a nagging feeling deep inside his mind just keeps eating him. This isâŠdangerous. Canât stay like this for longer.
While his mind runs wild with all the chaotic thoughts bubbling over while you were looking at the same forearm which had rolled up a bit giving another peek at his scars. You couldnât help but get distracted by it. His whole attitude about how this was just work and how aloof he was about the whole ordeal. It just didnât sit right with you. He couldnât be numb to all of this⊠or was he? You think for a moment. He never got this close. Like never. And you never forced him either, itâs not like you were obligated to know about his work or nightmaresâŠor his demons.
Your curiosity bubbled over and slowly brought your hand and shifted his sleeves a bit more to look at them. Doing it slowly so to not disturb him in that moment. And gently tracing small, slow circles on one of the scars.
His eyes widened a bit and looks down at your slow touch, calming him down almost instantly and pulling him to reality and away from his drowning thoughts. Your gentle touch, the circles you create. He feels a warm sensation run up his arm, and he suddenly feels⊠odd. He looks over at you, but canât meet your gaze for more than a few seconds before he looks back down. He stares at your hand touching his arm, not moving away or resisting. His heart pounds faster. He doesnât feel cold anymore. He feels too warm. Itâs hard not to melt under your touch. You then ask him softly. âYou never allowed me to touch them like this before...â your gaze fixed at the scars.
This will never be ânormal' to you. Will never make you think like this wasnât a big deal or that the things he used to do werenât âbrave' or that it was 'just a jobâ. Even lasting this long in this field was an achievement in itself. This job took so much away from him⊠but heâs still standing... But at what cost?
âI didnât want you to be worried, thatâs all. Like I said, itâs⊠normal to me. Like any other day.â He tries to brush it off and return his focus to the movie. But he canât help but find himself sneaking glances at his arm. And your fingers making slow, even circles on his skin. He feels his stomach sinking, but he doesnât fight it like he usually wouldâŠ
You shake your head and look up at him. Biting your lip a bit and softly whispering. âNo⊠I mean⊠you didnât let me touch them like this⊠is that the only reason you didnât let me touch them before?â
Leon swallows, realizing what youâre trying to say. He looks back at your hand looking at your loving touch, his heart pounding in his chest was not helping him either. And he wonders If sheâs this intimate with me⊠Why did I try to shut it down earlier? Is this how it feels?
âWere you⊠Afraid? That I would judge you?â Your soft voice bringing him to reality once more and making him think about that answer. Torn between telling you the truth or lying to avoid being vulnerable further and be dismissive about it.
But maybe it was your voice that gave his poor soul a hope that someone gave a damn about him, your eyes which were curious but also concerned for him or your soothing touch which had some miraculous power to be able to quiet down his anxiety and trauma driven thoughts. So he opens up. Just once.
He's silent for a few more moments and nods. â⊠yeah. I was.â He says after a while, his voice quiet. He looks down at your fingers again thinking why would you even bother making him feel better about himself. âYou've never been close⊠like this with me⊠so⊠intimate.â He murmurs. âI was scared to let you get this close, I⊠I wanted it. But IâŠâ He doesnât need to complete that sentence, you can guess what he means.
He feels a soft peck on his cheek, feeling your soft lips lingering there for a moment. Just a little kiss to calm down his nervousness. And it works⊠heâs distracted that you did it but also so grateful. He looks over at you, still not used to expressing your attraction to him in these intimate ways. He blushes slightly, a look of soft confusion on his face once more, but he doesnât seem to mind this time.
âRightâŠâ He mumbles, glancing back at the screen and getting shy. He was so awkward he couldnât express himself like you could but he also wanted to show you he cared so he brought you close just a little bit as your head was still resting on his shoulder and leaned into you slightly. Itâs only a bit. Just enough to get a response, but not too much that heâs pushing the line.
You noticed his efforts and looked up at him with a smile. You couldnât help but admire the way his hair fell perfectly across his face some of it concealing his blush but just enough to reveal he was blushing and was shy. And his icy blue eyes that shows that he isnât completely numb to everything life has to offerâŠ
You scoot closer to him almost cuddling with him. And squeeze his arm gently and touches his scars again but this time drawing small stars on them. âIs this uncomfortable?â
He tries not to make a sound afraid that he might ruin this moment. As he feels all these new feelings flow through him making his heart skip a few beats. His body language is soft and comfortable with you.
He swallows and shakes his head. ââŠno. Itâs nice.â He mumbles. He doesnât move away, or push your hand off him. He then looks down at your hand drawing stars around his scars and sighed softly. A soft smile on his face. He then looks back at the screen but his thoughts focused on you. The movie was almost finished but you both continued to watch it in comfortable silence. Heâs always been a nervous guy, but these nerves are the good kind.
You then slowly stop drawing stars and gently hold his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and he feels like his heart could burst out of his chest right now. Feeling your skin on his, your warmth flowing into his soul. He looks at the movie, then at you. How did we get here? When did things⊠change? Is this for the better or worse? Why even care for a monster like him? He wonders. He looks at your hands intertwined in his. And he swallows hard. He doesnât pull away, or move your hand. He lets it happen.
âCan I ask you something?â your soft voice comes through and he looks down at you. He nods without hesitation, his head still facing the screen even if the movie was finished and credits were rolling. âGo ahead.â He says, his voice low but still soft.
You clear your throat. You were a bit nervous to ask this questions cause wellâŠit was personal. âYou know you donât have to answer it or anything but I am just curiousâŠUmmâŠOn your missions. Did it ever feel like you wonât return?â
He thinks for a moment, then softly chuckles. âOnce or twiceâŠâ He mumbles still not facing you. âBut I guess when you do this every day⊠you get used to it.â He swallows hard and sighs. âI haveâŠconsidered it before though.â He says after a few moments. What would my funeral be like? He had wondered before. Would you even care enough to show up for the last time? Will there be other people there singing how great he was like they did now or would he be tossed aside like trash and replaced by someone young and better, forgotten by all of his peers? Would you just⊠move on to someone else without giving him a second thought? He shook his head to toss aside those thoughts but he couldnât. They plagued his mind day and night like a curse.
You nod listening to his words, seeing him space out once more in his thoughts. You then softly say. âAnd what did it felt like⊠when you actually returned home? When you thought it was probably your last day on earth⊠What did it felt like when you came back?â you imagined he was relieved of course but you wanted to listen to him.
You were probably the first person who actually cared enough to ask what he âfeltâ after & during those awful, god-forsaken missions. You were also the first one who wanted to listen to his story who wouldnât dismiss him saying âthis is part of the jobâ or âeveryone goes through this⊠suck it upâ. No you were more kind hearted than that and he couldnât help but slowly succumb to that kindness.
He swallows hard, glancing at you. He closes his eyes for a moment to think about your question, your hand still intertwining his. Giving him something to ground himself and calm him down. He sighs, and opens his eyes again.
âRelief.â He says simply.
âRelief that Iâm not dead. Joy that I came back alive. And⊠andâŠâ He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words â only to fail to find them. He looks down again looking at the joined hands.
You smile from his words and try to complete his sentence. âGrateful?â
He looks at you, considering your words for a moment. He looks back down and swallows hard and nods. âYeah. Yeah, grateful. Definitely.â He chuckles, his voice soft and quiet. âAndâŠâ He pauses for a moment and adds. âSometimes a little guilty.â He whispers, looking back at the screen.
That catches you a bit off guard. After all why would he feel guilty when he came back alive? Not expecting him to say of all things. And simply ask âWhy?â
âSome of my teammates⊠they⊠never made it back. And I should be with them.â He glances back at you. âBut I donât want to beâŠâ He says after a few moments.
He needs a hug. He looks at you, wanting to bury his face in your neck and wrap his arms around your waist and hold you tightly till your warmth envelops him and make him feel safe. But he feels awkward asking for it. LikeâŠwould you consider him a weirdo if he asked you for it? He looks away from you and tries not to show the fact he needed someone to just hold him.
You squeeze his hand gently not knowing how far you can go⊠afraid that he would pull back at any moment after opening so much to you. And softly said. âI am sorry about thatâŠâ
He looks down at your hand, your soft skin was a direct contrast when compared to his. His hands calloused and rough but that didnât stop you from being gentle with him. He then nods, âThanks.â He says softly and sighs a bit in relief. Feeling a bit better after talking about it.
But he couldnât help but realize that he was falling for you just like this? And it all felt⊠so nice? Is that how it feels when you fall in love with someone?
You then look up at him and clear your throat once more. This time you more nervous cause you had a *small* confession to make. âUhh⊠by the way⊠just so you know. I do care, wondering when you will be back. I always wish you come back in one piece.â A blush rising in your cheeks after saying that.
Leon looked down at you surprised and after few beats of silence he softly asks. âReally?â His expression soft and vulnerable.
Honestly, it was a bit hard for you to open up too. You both have never been so⊠emotionally close like this during the time you have been together. So itâs a bit unnerving but if he could open up so much, you could too.
With a smile you replied. âWell yeah⊠I mean who would tease me with their awful cheesy jokes when we have movie nights like theseâŠâ Trying to make the moment light-hearted with a bit of teasing.
Leon couldnât help but laugh a bit from the comment and roll his eyes and says. âYeah? Thatâs what I am for? Make you laugh with my âcheesy jokes'?â
You chuckled and playfully nodded. âYes⊠obviously.â
âI canât believe you are using me just for jokes.â Playfully narrowing his eyes at you.
You couldnât help but laugh âWell⊠I canât help it. I just love your jokes which make me roll my eyes and groan at how stupid they are...â
After a beat, you both share a laugh and Leon playfully says. âYou are more cheesy than me.â
âYour fault by the wayâŠâ Making Leon smirk a little bit.
You rest your head back on his shoulder and sigh contentedly.
It feels better now that you both have talked about your âfeelings'. Much more relaxed⊠Maybe feelings donât have to be complicated. Walls that you both made back then to protect oneself from a possible heartbreak were slowly crumbling down and you didnât seem to mind it and neither did he.
Leon sighs and softly says. âThank you⊠By the way⊠I know I am not easy to be withâŠâ Holding you closer and caressing your arm gently.
You shake your head and reply softly. âNo, itâs not that⊠itâs okay. I am actually⊠okayâŠwith how you are.â
âReally?â He asks, with glancing at you look at your expression. He swallows, his heart racing once more.
You bring your intertwined hands closer and press a kiss to the side of his hand and smile at him. âYeah⊠I never found you difficult to be with. I am more myself when I am with youâŠâ Your own heart races at your another small confession, which was huge to him.
Leon swallows, he was sure that you made his heart stop with your words and that little kiss. He looks away from you for a moment and takes a deep breath then looks back at you.
âYou donât find me difficult? A bit too much to be with? Am IâŠtoo much?â He asks, his words quiet. He doesnât want to sound too needy but he is. But thereâs no hiding that right now.
You then shake your head and gives him a small smile. âNo⊠I mean.. I get it you know⊠your job is difficult and you need to be at your best at every moment⊠But even then, you are just the right amount.â
He blushes a deep red and tries to maintain an eye contact with you but canât help but shy away. Canât help but a surge of emotions flowing through his so called cold heart. Finding himself looking at your lush lips- and he struggles to say anything at the moment.
âJust the right amount? Not too much⊠not too little?â Leon asks cautiously still finding your words hard to believe. Some one who didn't find him too much. It had to a be a dream.
Is this real? Can this be real?
âYeah you areâŠâ You answer him honestly. And cup the side of his face and caress his jaw gently, softly whispered. âYou are perfect to me.â
My heartâŠ
âCan⊠can I kiss you?â He whispers to you.
âYesâŠâ You whispered back.
He doesnât hesitates as soon as you say yes, He leans in and kisses you. Pressing his lips gently against yours. Heâs so close you can feel the heat from his body as you kiss. It wasnât like you never kissed each other⊠But this one gave you both intense butterflies and made your heart pound like crazy in your chest.
My godâŠ
He pulls away after a moment, his lips soft. He looks back at you, your eyes meet his and tries to speak something but canât find anything to say. Opening his mouth trying to form words after he kissed the love of his life but words just got stuck in his throat.
You smiled and cupped his face and kisses him on the forehead and softly whisper. âItâs okay⊠I know⊠Just relax with me for a momentâŠâ
Wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly and he does the same. Hugging you back just as tightly and resting his forehead against yours. Kissing you softly on the forehead before softly whispering.
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
PHEW. God I am nervous about this one... Wish you guys a very happy new year and enjoy the holidays. And I really hope this fanfic made your day! đ„°đ„°đ„°
And how it was played as a funny jab at Aku's starvation for approval?
Well, I think it portrays more condescension on Dazai's part than it seems...
Because Dazai touching Akutagawa might have been the reason he even fainted.
Akutagawa clearly agrees with Dazai when he points out his exhaustion, responding to his "You're at your limit, now, aren't you?" With "It doesn't matter".
RashĆmon could have been the only thing keeping Akutagawa standing at that moment.
Dazai could have been totally aware that that was the case.
And what he does? Nullify his ability right then and there. Seep what's left of his strength away. Before, and not after, he provides him the praise he oh-so-needs after so, so long.
I'm half certain Dazai wouldn't have given that compliment if he wasn't sure he'd turn his protege off that way. Never having to deal with the reaction, never having to handle the emotions that would result and stem because of him. Easier that way, isn't it?
And you know what? I don't even think Akutagawa heard him at that moment, else why would he still be adamant to win Dazai's approval after this scene?
Can we pretty please get a Grian and Xelqua meet-up?? I love how you draw Xelqua and Grian and I just need to see what they would do if they meet......for science of course
wait hold on.. goes crazy .. I donât have a design for Xelqua, that was just Grian earlier, butâŠ. I think itâd go well
I think Xelqua is his patron, so heâd be excited to meet him !
but I was also playing with the idea that Little Grian here is a reincarnated version of Xelqua, but still looks up to him, prays to him, would want to be picked up and hugged by him, the safety of it. (How can he be reincarnated and still have a form here ? Well the divine can be a bit finicky)
If I may request a Rise fic!! Iâm a huge sucker for comfort/cheer up tickles, so could you possibly write a disaster twins fic with Lee Leo and Ler Donnie where Leoâs been having a pretty bad day (because of what is your choice!) and ends up feeling self conscious about himself and stuff, so Donnie decides to cheer up his twin!! Please donât feel rushed and make sure youâre taking care of yourself ^_^
âI canât believe youâre doing this to me again.â Leo grumbled under his breath as he rested his mouth on his palm, glancing away from his brother as he sighed loudly.Â
âWell maybe if you werenât so fucking reckless I wouldnât need to.â Donnie growled lowly, glaring down at his twin.
âIâm not a baby, Don. I donât need to be supervised like Iâm some bomb triggered to explode.â The younger said in exasperation, lying down on his bed whilst grabbing a comic book to read off of his desk.
If Leo was going to be told off and scolded by his dear beloved brow-loving brother, he should at least have something to occupy himself with in the meanwhile.Â
The softshell groaned eternally at his little brotherâs action, quickly snatching the piece of literature out of the otherâs hands and throwing it effortlessly to the ground.Â
Uninterested lime green eyes locked with a determined yet fierce light golden, both of them refusing to look away or blink to show their dominance.
But after a while, the red eared slider grew more impatient, looking away again as he picked a hangnail on his thumb, âIf youâre going to yell at me, can you just get it over with? I saw a reddit post predicting whatâs going to happen in The Umbrella Academy season four and I need to read it.âÂ
âYou can read that later, Nardo. I promise you, that reddit post isnât going to fly away.â The elder said as he pinched the bridge of his snout, âWhat I need you to do right now is acknowledge what you did today was stupid, alright?âÂ
Leo looked away from his older brother, scoffing lightly, âI do stupid things all the time. What stupid action of mine are you wanting to scream at me for this time?âÂ
The softshell turtle took a couple deep breaths at that comment, drumming his fingers on his left arm in a soothing motion because he was NOT going to give into the urge of strangling his twin brotherâŠ
âŠNo matter how much he deserved it.
âIâm not planning on screaming at youâ that wonât help anyone or anything.â The purple banded turtle explained calmlyâŠbut you could see and tell he was starting to lose his paitence.Â
âBut you want to.â The red eared slider pressed on.Â
âLeoâŠplease. I donât want to argue right now.âÂ
âWeâre not arguing. Weâre just kindly discussing my oh-so stupid descision that unfolded earlier today, right?â The younger twin smirked smugly, his eyes locking once again with his brother.Â
When it came to arguments, the leader in blue always had this wonderful tactic to avoiding things: attempting to annoy the other person so much that they drop the subject they wanted to discuss with him completely.
It always worked with RaphâŠwhich the red eared slider didnât know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
But the only downside of doing this tactic was his dumb twin saw right through itâŠ
âŠAnd Leonardo despised it.Â
âNardoâŠyou know what Iâm referring to. And stop picking, please. Your going to hurt yourself.â The older attempted to say in a tranquil voice, but it personally just sounded like he was one second away from losing. his. shell.
âI sadly do not know what your referring to.â The blue cladded teen said coyly, picking on his hangnail more desperately now, âCare to enlighten me, Tello?âÂ
Donnieâs expression hardened ever so slightly at his younger brotherâs absolute persistence on annoying him out of his right mind so he could eventually drop the subjectâŠbut the softshell turtle was not budging.
His twin would have to try way harder than that.
âIâd love to.â The light golden eyed mutant said in a fake sweet tone as he walked over to lean his shell on Leoâs closed door, crossing his arms in disaproval. The elder grabbed his brotherâs sword, planting it right next to his foot so the blue banded turtle couldnât reach for it.Â
The red eared sliderâs cocky grin turned to a small grimace (shake) as he soon came to terms with what his older brother was doingâŠ
âŠHe physically could not leave from this conversationâŠliterally.
Leonardo crossed his arms, trying to mimick the otherâs serious demeanor but was only met with an icy glare in return.Â
âWhat you did during todayâs mission was completley reckless and idiotic, LeonardoâŠand you know it.â The second oldest said, âI had that thug exactly where I wanted him but noooooo. Because you saw me trip you thought it would be a spectacular idea to throw yourself on top of me as that hooligan tried to hit me with his bat!!â Donatello seethed.Â
âWeâve been over this multiple times, Leo! There was no reason for you to do that!â The light golden eyed teen yelled, his glare only hardening more as he saw the younger stuttering over his words to try to defend himself.
âIâm not done.â The taller teen growled, all of his calmness and collectiveness thrown completley out of the window.
The slider slightly flinched (which went un-noticed by the other) at his brotherâs genuine angry tone, his left leg fidgeting and bouncing up and down like crazy.Â
His tactic was really starting to not work in his favour at allâŠ
âJustâŠstop putting yourself in the middle of danger like youâre just expecting the rest of us to just watch. Weâre your familyâŠand most importantly, we can defend ourselves just fine.âÂ
âWell ihisnât that hypocritic!â Leonardo scoffed before creasing his eye ridges together in genuine confusion, mumbling to himself, âHypâŠuhâŠhypocrotic? HypâŠHypocraticâŠ?âÂ
âHypocritical?â The older deadpanned.
âYES! THAT WORD!â Leo said, âWhen we were fighting Kraang Prime on the ship and he went to take a blow at MikeyâŠwhat did you do?â
Donatello scowled, his eyes not leaving his twin, ââŠI went in front of him and shielded him with my mystic tech.â
âExactly.â The lime green eyed mutant scoffed, âAnd how is that any different from what I did, hm?â
âBECAUSE I HAD A PLAN!!!â Donatello shouted, âI planned to accordingly go in front of Mikey so my sheild could protect both him and me. Did it end up turning out perfect? Fuck no. Kraang Prime slashed right through it and me and Mikey went tumbling towards the groundâŠâ The glasses wielding teen said through clenched teeth.Â
The light golden eyed teen rubbed his face tiredly, his hands clenching and unclenching in frustration, âBut I had a plan. You on the other hand, just zoomed recklessly on top of me and hoped for the best.â
ââŠI saved you, didnât IâŠ?â The younger twin mumbled out meekly, causing Donatelloâs blood to absolutley boil.Â
âThatâs not the point!!!â The elder said as he clenched his hands at his sides again.
âThen what is?!â Leo said desperately, âBecause from the looks of it, it just seems like you want to yell at me for just doing my job.âÂ
Leonardo pulled on his mask tails anxiously, trying to calm himself down but ultimately just making himself feel worse by doing the action, âIâve been trying to be a better leaderââ
âLeoââ
ââFor you and Mikey and April and Raph and Casey and C.J. a-and Dad! But it seems like no matter what the hell I do thereâs always something Iâm doing WRONG!!!â The younger twin shouted, blinking back tears as he glared at the ground as if it took his Jupiter Jim comic.
WhichâŠit did. The blue banded mutant wanted it back now, actuallyâŠ
âI saved you! I-I didnât even get hurt by doing it but somehow thereâs an issueâŠâ The lime green eyed teen murmured, both of his legs bouncing up and down as he tugged on his mask tails harder, âThere always isâŠâ
âLeonardo can you please just listen to me?â The older twin said in irritation.Â
âBut Don Iâmââ
âNo, Leo! Just listen! Thatâs all you need to do!â Donnie snapped as he cut his brother off, âI donât want you leaping head first into harms way! At all! Especially if you donât have a plan!â The softshell turtle exclaimed as he flapped his hands against the side of his thighs, but his eye contanct remaining on his little brother.
âOho so now you donât trust me well enough to know that I can handle myself in combat?â Leo said in a last desperate attempt to make his brother drop the conversation.
âIâŠâ The young scientistâs eye twitched, his eyebrows creasing together as he had to physically restrain himself to not beat the ever living crap out of the other teen, âTHIS IS NOT ABOUT TRUST, NARDO!â The light golden eyed mutant screamed desperately, his hands flapping faster as the red eared slider shrunk at his usage of tone, âThis is about you not even thinking about what would happen to yourself when you do reckless nonsense like this.â
Leo glanced to the side, his eyes watering as he bit the inside of his cheek.
He just wanted to help and be the leader his brotherâs deservedâŠ
But he always found a way to fuck it up without even noticing, huh?
"You don't think about what could happen to you and I hate it!â The elder cried, âWhat wouldâve happened if Raph didnât come behind the guy and knocked him out cold at the last second, huh?! Would you have just stayed right on me as he continued to beat you with his bat?!â
Leonardo bit the inside of his cheek harder, his legs bouncing up and down more as his fingernails dug unforgivingly into his arms, âI-Iâm sorry, Donnieââ
âOr would you have tried to fight him instead?! Mind you, you dropped your sword before coming to me so youâd have no weapon to defend yourself.âÂ
âYou don't think about how much it scares me when you do dumb shit like that! I hate seeing you get hurtâŠI freaking loathe it.â Donnie rested the back of his head on Leoâs door, taking a couple deep breaths and hugging himself in an attempt to calm himself down.
JeezâŠwhen the hell had he started yelling? His throat stung like a bitch nowâŠ
And when had he started shaking like a bobby head?!
The older twinâs expression softened, pinching the bridge of his snout once more, âI care about youâŠso fucking much, okayâŠ?â The purple banded turtle said gently as he gradually started to simmer down and become more calm, âYour my twinâŠmy little brother. And I hate to be repetitive but I-I just despise seeing you hurtâŠphysically or emotionallyâŠso please justâŠâ
The young scientistâs eyes widened, peering down at his brother who did not seem to be followingâŠat all.Â
Leoâs eyes were wide as saucers as he hit his arm with his fist repeatedly whilst obviously trying to suck in whatever tears dared to try and escape.Â
The taller turtle basically ran to his distressed twin, trying to stop him from harming himself any further but was only met with a low grunt.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Fucking shit.Â
Wonderful job, Donatello! You yelled at your brother so much he shut down!
Even though you knew he canât fucking stand being yelled at and the whole point of you even being here was to explain what he did wrong collectively and calmly because that was the exact oppositeof what Raph does when heâs worriedâŠ
But no! You yelled at him anyway.
Wonderful job, DonatelloâŠwonderful. job.Â
The older twin sighed sadly, gently grabbing his brotherâs wrists so he would stop hitting himself. The two brotherâs shared eye contact once again, an unsure lime green meeting an understanding yet uncertain light golden.
âNardoâŠâ The softshell started, squeezing the otherâs hands gently, ââŠAre you with me, budâŠ?â
Leo just nodded quietly, squeezing back.Â
âGodâŠNardo Iâm so sorryâŠâ The older muttered, âI donâtâŠI donât know why the hell I lost my cool like that. I-Iâm sorry I yelled. I shouldnât of yelledâŠI-I justâŠâ Donatello sighed, squeezing his brotherâs hands once again. âIâm not angry with you. IâŠI was just frustrated.â
âWell, noâŠlet me rephrase: I am angry with youâ livid even. You know damn well enough that when you do those kinds of things my heart literally jumps out of my shell. I need you to put into consideration that I would like to live to at least seventy-sevenâŠâ
The younger twin giggled wetly, fidgeting with his brotherâs fingers as he spoke, ââŠWhy seventy-seven?â
âAlbert Einstein died when he was seventy-sixâŠI can and will outlive him.â The light golden eyed teen said matter-of-factly, âBut back to what I was initially sayingâŠI know you meant well. You saw that I was in troubleâŠand you dropped literally everything in order to help me get out of said trouble. You donât think of what happens to youâŠyou just do it because youâll know if you do weâll be alrightâŠâ
âI-I justâŠI just wanted to protect youâŠI-I just wanted to helpâŠâ Leo tried to explain.
âI know. I know, LeeâŠâ Donatello sighed, rubbing the sliderâs knuckles gently with his thumb, âBut you need to understand that with you trying to protect us that way, your putting us in the same situation your trying to keep us away from.â The elder explained lightly, smiling softly as him and his twinâs foreheadâs touched.Â
âYouâre getting hurtâ or at the very least almost getting hurt. Weâre feeling the same anguish and guilt you would feel if any of us did that. I get that you want to be a good leader and shitâŠbut you can lead well without doing thatâŠokay?âÂ
Leo fiddled with the otherâs fingers a bit more, his bouncing leg starting to calm a bit, âIâllâŠtry to be more careful when it comes to me protecting you guys like that. When I see you all in troubleâŠI justâŠreact. I donât really care about what happens to me as long as you guys end up okay. ButâŠIâll try to be more careful. And if I ever end up, like, being a bit too recklessâŠyou can just tell meâŠdeal?â
âDeal.â Donnie nodded, squeezing Leoâs hands one last time before letting go, wiping his twinâs eyes with his hoodie sleeve, âNow please stop crying or youâre going to make me start crying.âÂ
Leo snorted, examining the otherâs now tearing up expression, âI think itâs a bit too late for thatâŠâÂ
âGAH! FUHUCK!â Donnie cursed, wiping his own eyes as the slider laughed loudly at his exclamation.
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âLeoâŠdonât you think youâre getting a bit too big for thisâŠ?â Donatello grumbled as Leonardo was on his lap, getting all nice and comfy as he rested his chin on the olderâs shoulder. âNoooope.â Leo drawed out, making a dramatic popping noise at the end of the 'p', â'Sides, this is what you get for making me emo earlier.â
ââŠI said I was sorryâŠI didnât mean to shout at you like that. I was just concernedâŠâÂ
âI know that, you worrywart. I was just kidding.â The lime green eyed teen said lovingly, squishing his brother into a tighter embrace. The older let out a short shriek at the hug but of course didnât mind the other being so clingy.Â
If the young scientist really and truly did mind? Leo wouldâve been pushed to the floor by now.Â
The two twins shared a comfortable silenceâŠwellâŠa semi-comfortable silence.
The purple banded teen feltâŠoff. His younger brother had thisâŠlook in his eyes; like he wanted to say something but was afraid of what Donnie would say or how Donnie would react.
Which was so damn dumb Donatello didnât even know how to explain it.
ââŠThereâs something else on your mind.â The taller turtle hummed, his suspicions only rising as the other glanced to the side. âUhmâŠno there isnât. See? This is why I call you a worrywart.â Leonardo said, tapping his fingers on his thigh nervously.Â
Very convincing LeoâŠvery convincing.
âDonât even try lying to me, Leon. My older brother and twin senses are tingling. You canât argue against that kind of logic.â The scientist said matter-of-factly.Â
âWhat are you, Spiderman?â The younger snorted.Â
âWe shall never know.â The older shrugged, a small smile spreading to his face as he saw the other snort softly at his statement, âNow stop deflecting. Spill.âÂ
ââŠCan youâŠadjust my elbow bracesâŠ?â The red eared slider muttered.
ââŠWhy canât you do it?â The other questioned. Not in a malicious way; he was just genuinely curious.Â
âI like it when you do it. You make it more firm, y'know?â The blue banded turtle whined dramatically, âPleeeeeease?â
âUgh, Jesusâ fine. But drop the poutâŠyou look ridiculous.â The taller mutant sighed, lightly grabbing his brotherâs arm as he readjusted the braces.Â
The purple banded turtle meticulously took off the otherâs left arm brace, tracing his twinâs elbow to make sure it was healing correctlyâ which the slider couldnât help but wriggle slightly to.
As the older twin put the brace back on, he looked at the other turtle in complete worry, ââŠWhy are you squirming around so much?â Donatello asked in confusion.Â
ââŠNo reason.â Leonardo stated, but let out a tiny squeak as Donnie lightly pinched his forearm.Â
âYohou okayâŠ?â The glasses wielding mutant giggled. Â
âI-Iâm fihine!â The smaller turtle insisted, covering his mouth as he let out a loud shriek in result to his brother now lightly scribbling his forearm. âEEEEE! P-Plehease moohoove yohour hahahand!!â The younger sputtered out, hiding his face in the crook of the scientistâs neck which the older turtle couldnât help but let his heart melt to.
âOh.â Donatello hummed, biting back an amused laugh, âSorry. Sometimes I forget how ticklish you areâŠâ
âSnrt I-Ihihiâm nahat ticklish. I juhust donât wahant your hand thehereâŠâÂ
And isnât that quaint.Â
If Donnie had a penny for every time Leo said he 'wasnât ticklish', the softshell would be richer than Elon Musk.
ââŠRight. SoâŠyou wouldnât mind me doing this then?â The young genius mused as he scribbled one hand over his twinâs ribs. âEEEEHEH! Duhuhude noHOH!! F-Fuhuck yohou!â The younger twin managed through his small giggles, pushing on his brotherâs plastron to try and escape while he still could.
The elder laughed fondly at his little brotherâs futile actions, hugging him closer as he lightly tickled him, âNahardo! My brohohother in Christ gehet back here or youâre gohoing to fahall off of the bed!
âN-NOHO!! LEHET ME GO!â The lime green eyed teen screeched loudly, kicking his legs and pushing even harder on the otherâs plastron, his eyeâs widening in panic as his older brother casually lifted him up and pinned his arms above his head, his plastron now facing up on the bed.
Eugh boyâŠ
Donnie grinned, sitting on the otherâs thighs as he wiggled his unoccupied fingers in the air near the sliderâs side, âThatâs better~!â
âWAHAIT WAHAHAIT snrt PLEHEASE DEEHEE!!â The red eared slider cried, kicking his legs from underneath the scientist.
If he was going to go downâŠhe would at least go down fighting.Â
âI havenât even touched you yet, you goofâŠâ The older twin chuckled.Â
âB-BUHUT YOHOUR GOHOHONNA!âÂ
â'Gonna' what, exactly?â
âTihiHICKLE ME!!âÂ
âTickle you? Well, why didnât you just say so in the first place?â Donatello snickered, using his free hand to skitter his fingers along the crookâs of the youngerâs neck.Â
The blue banded turtle squealed, shaking his head back in forth whilst scrunching his shoulders, âGAHahaâ snrt EEEEHEEHEH oho cohome snrt OHAHAN!!âÂ
âWhatâs wrong, Leo? I thought you said you werenât ticklish~?â The older teased.
âSnrt STHDHAHAH! Shuhut UP! IHIâM naHAT!â The younger shouted, tugging and pulling his arms to try and get his handâs free from the otherâs grasp. Donnie just laughed softly at the action, wiggling his fingers above his little brotherâs stomach.Â
The lime green eyed teenâs eyes widened in panic, thrashing in the hold to try and loosen his brotherâs grip but the purple banded turtle did not budge even a smidge.Â
Leoâs laughs became more giddy and loud as he continued to squirm, small squeals and snorts escaping his beak as his twin brotherâs hand went sloooooowly to his stomach.Â
âN-NOHO NONONONO DAHAâ snrt DOHON!!â The smaller turtle snorted, hiding his face in the side of his arm which Donnie couldnât help but giggle to.Â
The light golden eyed mutant rested his hand on the sliderâs plastron, making the younger turtleâs laugh raise almost a thousand octaves.Â
âDOHONâT snrt DOHONâT DOHOHONâT snrt YOU DARE!! YOHOUR SOHO MEEHEEHEEAN!!â Leonardo whined, hiding deeper into his arm and becoming a giggly flustered mess.
The older twin shook his head fondly at his little brotherâs embarrassed state, taking the opportunity to tickle the youngerâs stomach while he wasnât looking.Â
Leo let out a loud scream, descending into high-pitched cackles as even louder snorts followed, âHAHAHAHELP!! IHIâM SNRT BEEHEEING SLAHAHAUTERED!!âÂ
âIâm quite literally only using one hand, Nardo. Stop being dramatic.â The light golden eyed teen mused whilst watching his brother snort and squirm, âAnd here I thought I was the dancer of the family. Look at you! Youâre making up a whole dance routine right now!â He said as he let go of Leo, crossing his arms in amusement.Â
âS-Shuhuhut snrt upâŠâ The younger twin wheezed out, hugging his middles as he playfully glared at his purple loving brother.Â
Then, a lightbulb went on in the scientistâs brain, a smug smile spreading to his face, âHmâŠyou know, Leeââ
âDohont call snrt me thahat!â Leo giggly interupted.Â
âUh-huh. Well, LeeâŠdid you know that the underarms are one of the warmest places on the human body?â The scientist said.Â
The lime green eyed mutant cocked his head to the side in confusion, âSoho?âÂ
âSoooo my hands are cold. Very cold, in fact. Iâd be forever in your debt if you couldââ
âNO! NONOHO WAHAY IN HEHELL! G-GOHO AWAHAHAY!â Leo squealed, reaching for his brotherâs wrists as the elder tried to tickle his neck once again.
SighâŠLeonardo made this too damn easy sometimes.
The glasses wielding teen wasnât just going to miss this oh-so-definetly-not-planned opportunity! The softshell scribbled his fingers along the sliderâs underarms, making the younger let out a loud squawk as he shot his arms down.Â
âNAHAH AHAHAHAâ snrt GEHET THEHE HEHELL OHAHAâ snrt OHOHOUT!!â Leonardo cried while banging his heels on the bed.Â
âAnd?â Donnie chuckled, âThat sounds like a you problem, little brother.âÂ
âAHHHAHAâ snrt GAHAHAD FUHUCK YOHOU!!!â
âPardonâŠwhat was that?â Donnie questioned as he pinched where Leoâs hip met his thigh. âN-NONOâ snrt NAHAHAH!! I CANâTâ snrt PLEHEHEASE IâM snrt SORRY!! I-IHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHCK!!âÂ
âNahâŠI think Iâll just stay riiiiight here for a bitâŠâ The taller turtle smiled, using both of his hands now to tickle Leo into a laughing and snorting blob.
The younger weakly hit his big brotherâs arms, throwing his head back as he squeezed his eyes completely shut.Â
ââŠAnd you know what, Lee~?âÂ
âWHAHAHAT NOW?!âÂ
âIâm feelingâŠkind of famished.â The elder mused, his smile almost looking like the signature Jokerâs as he saw his younger brotherâs face pale.Â
Leonardo scrambled to sit up, fighting with his brotherâs arms as he giggly protested, âPLAHAâ snrt PLAHAHEASE! PLEHEASE snrt D-DOHONâT!!âÂ
Donnie pinched his brotherâs thighs unforgivingly, âYou should have thought about that before yapping such ill nonsense about yourself.â
âWHAHAâ snrt WHAHAHAâ snrt WHAHAT DIHID snrt IHIHI snrt EVEN SAHAHAY?!â The lime green eyed turtle cackled, flapping his hands on the mattress.Â
It took literally everything in the older twin not to coo his baby brotherâs adorable actions; instead, he lightly moved Leoâs hands away, smiling evily as he lowered his head to the otherâs plastron, âYou donât even know. Guess you really want this, huh~?âÂ
The blue banded teen kicked his knees into his brotherâs shoulders and shell, throwing his head back in complete hysterics whilst waiting for him complete and utter demise.Â
The softshell wasted no time blowing raspberries after raspberries in the middle of his youngerâs stomach, making sure to move the otherâs hands away any time he tried to push at the young geniusâ head.Â
Donnie didnât feel like getting brain damage after all.
Plus, he had his signature glasses ᎠáŽÉŽáŽáŽáŽÊÊᎠáŽáŽ on! And those were trademarkedâŠas you can wonderfully see.Â
âGodâŠcan you get more ticklish?â Donatello giggled, squeezing and squishing the red eared sliderâs knees with one hand and scribbling his sides with the other whilst contuinung to raspberry Leoâs stomach.Â
âDEEHEE DEEHEEHEE SNRT PLEHEHEASE!!! IHI SNRT DAHAHAHâ SNRT DAHAâ SNRT DAHUNNO!!â The smaller turtle screamed, happy stimming with his arms on the taller twinâs shoulder.
Donnie couldnât help but chuckle, deciding to show his twin a tad bit of mercy as he nibbled his stomach lightly.Â
The slider let out bloody murder from his beak, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes as his bubbly cackles and snorts bounced off the walls of his room.
âJeezâŠI think Peppa Pig has some competition, huh~?â The light golden eyed mutant snickered.
âPLEHEHEASE!! TEHEHELLO SNRT IHIâM GOHâ SNRT GOHOHAâ AHAHA SNRT MYHYHY SNRTGAHAHAHAD!!!â The smaller teen pleaded.
âDo you promise to stop putting yourself in between danger and your family?â The older hummed.Â
âYEHEHES!!â The younger cried loudly.
âDo you promise to go easier on yourself?âÂ
âYAHAâ SNRT YAHAâ SNRT YEHEHES!!!â
âDo you promise to accept your doing an amazing job as leader and we all love youââ
âMY SNRT FUHUHUCKING SNRT GAHAHAD!!! IHIHI SNRT GEHET IT!!â Leonardo shouted, his blush now completley blending into the red stripes on his face.Â
The softshell turtle got off of the other, sitting next to his little brother as his little brother in question hugged his middles and giggled tiredly.Â
âY-Yohou could ohof juhuhust sahaid ahall of thahat wihihithout tickling meeheeeâŠâ The younger grumbled despite the evident smile on his face.
âAnd whereâs the fun in that?â Donnie smiled back, his expression softening as Leo got up and leaned against him softly. The older wraped an arm around the youngerâs shoulder, pulling him closer into a warm, protective gesture.Â
âAhand would yohohou look ahat that! Ihi got yohour emo bahad boy ahahass to smile todahay. Your eheeven hugging me~!â The blue banded leader spoke softly, his voice filled with affection as he poked his twinâs forehead cheekily.Â
âYou tell anyone that and I will not hesitate to deny that extremely untrue statement.â The scientist huffed, rolling his eyes fondly as his smile spread.
sooo... this is one of the thirstiest things i have writtenâand also one of the only times i've written a character with the kink, ever T.T warnings in advance for mess, character getting sneezed on, implied contagion, possible ooc-ness, & me writing this entirely with my d instead of my head
ivan and till are from al//ien sta//ge (a very fun watch which will only take 30 mins out of your life; i really recommend it!!). that said, this fic takes place in a modern au setting, so feel free to read it without any prior context :)
special thanks to @6pmsoup for sending me a very cute alnst doodle of these two which altered my brain chemistry permanently
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Summary: Till shows up to a dinner outing with a brewing cold. Ivan suffers. (est. relationship, kink!Ivan, ~2k words)
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For all Till tries to hide it, Ivan can tell immediately.
Thereâs this: Ivan has been paying attention to Till for most of his life. A full decade before theyâd gotten together officially, and some moreâthis is how long Ivan has had to observe his tells. Always from the sidelines, always with a detached air of indifference that, in reality, was anything but.
All the signs are there the night before. Till, turning up the thermostat a couple degrees higher than he usually keeps it. Spending a little too long in the shower and using up almost all of the hot water. Clearing his throat one too many times in the morning before Ivan leaves for work, his smile distracted, the rasp of his voice nearly indistinguishableâbut only nearly.
Now, Till is here for dinnerâitâs a dinner theyâve had plans for a couple weeks now, at one of the nicer restaurants downtown, in celebration of Tillâs recent promotion. Ivan had booked the reservation a couple weeks in advance.
When Till arrives, stepping out of a taxi cab, heâs wearing a scarf, even though the weather is too warm for it. Ivan steps up to meet him.Â
âSorry Iâm late,â Till says. âTraffic here was the worst Iâve ever seen it, swear to god.â
âWas it cold outside today?â Ivan asks, a little pointedly, tilting his head towards his scarf.
Till looks at him, his expression unreadable. Then he nods. âColder than usual, for this time of year.â
âStrange,â Ivan says, just to be difficult. âBut the weather forecast says itâs the same temperature today as yesterday.âÂ
âItâs probably just windier today,â Till says, readjusting his scarf around his neck. His face is a little flushed.
âYour voice sounds a little off, though.â
Till clears his throat with a scowl. âYou must be imagining it,â he says. âIt always sounds like this.â
No admission, then. Thatâs fine. Ivan will get the truth out of him at some point. He lets Till guide him into the restaurant.
Itâs a nice restaurantâworth the hassle of the reservation, Ivan thinks. Each table is set with flowers arranged tastefully in long glass vases, empty wine glasses turned on their heads. The serverâwho leads them to their table in a small, private boothâis wearing a suit.
Itâs a shame, really. Ivan has a feeling that he wonât be able to pay attention to any of that tonight.
They sit. Ivan looks down at the menu, picks out something at random in a matter of seconds. Truthfully, he can hardly think of anything less worth his attention right now. He turns his attention to Till insteadâTill, whoâs seated directly across from him, the scarf still around his neck, obscuring the lower half of his face.Â
Till sniffles, reaching down to turn the page, and oh. The sniffle is terribly liquidâhas he been sniffling like that all afternoon? Perhaps itâs a good thing that they work at different officesâTill at a law firm, Ivan as a senior manager at a consulting companyâbecause Ivan certainly doesnât think heâd be able to get any work done with Till sniffling like that.Â
Itâs not two minutes later that Till is reaching up to wipe his nose against the back of one knuckle. All in all, itâs discreet. Just a quick brush of the fingers against his nose, which is still hidden under the scarf. Though, the look of sheer ticklishness that passes over his features for a brief moment there is...
âWhat are you thinking of ordering?â Ivan asks.
âI canât decide,â Till answers. He turns the page again. âItâs between the ribeye steak and the⊠snf! The pork belly. Is this the kind of place that skimps on the portion sizes?â
âNot from their Yelp reviews,â Ivan says. âYou know, if you really canât decide, I can flip a coin.â
âIâll pick,â Till says. âWhy? Hungry already?â
He looks up, now. His eyes are a little watery. Thereâs a faint flush over the bridge of his nose. Ivan thinks that if he reached out and touched him, heâd probably be running warm. The thought is almost unbearable.
âYour taxi did take forever to arrive,â Ivan says, by way of explanation.Â
âDid you really wait that long?â
He looks uncertain, for a moment. Ivan says, âNot at all. But you know, Iâm always impatient when it comes to you.â
Till rolls his eyes, but itâs fond. âThere was a meeting that ran late. I wasnât avoiding you.â
âIs that also a part of your new position?â
âI guess so, yeah.â
âI can see why they were eager to promote you, then,â Ivan says. âHow productive can late afternoon meetings be, anyways?â
Till snorts. âNot that important. It definitely could have been an email instead. I was about ready to doze off.â
He sniffles again. âOkay. I think I know what I want.â The way he says know betrays the slightest hint of congestion.Â
âAt long last,â Ivan says, just to be a little bit of an ass. âIâll call over the waiter.â
He flags their waiter down, waits for Till to order first.
âA spiced apple cider,â Till adds on, at the end, with the slightest of coughs. âHot, if you can.â
Thatâs new, too. Till seldom orders hot drinks at restaurants, though heâll drink tea without complaint if itâs offered. Perhaps his throat hurts, then, from the cold that has clearly started to settle in his system. Subtle, still, but Ivan is familiar with colds like this. He knows it will probably only be a few hours before this deceptively âsmallâ cold turns intoâŠ
Ivan orders, too, and thanks the waiter, who leaves with a curt nod. When he looks back over to Till, thereâs a⊠strange something to Tillâs expression, a slight distractedness. Irritation.
Ivan swallows hard. He should look away.Â
He should, but then, Tillâs breath hitches. He pulls the scarf higher over his face preemptively, as if he anticipates having something to have to cover for. The sharp intake of breath that follows is breathy, though Ivan can hear Tillâs voice in it. He should really look away.
Instead, he takes the scene in, painstakingly, little by little, as Tillâs shoulders jerk forwards. As Till presses a hand to the scarf, presses the fabric closer to his face, to muffle a sneeze into his fingertips:
âhhH-Ih!! hiHH-âIESCHH-eew-!â
God. It sounds utterly miserable, the harsh release of it scraping against his throat, the spray tearing into his scarf. Itâs the kind of cold sneeze that is undeniably telling: this is going to be one hell of a cold. Itâs not very quiet, either, even muffled into the fabric.
For more reasons than one, Ivan is glad theyâre in a private corner of the restaurant, not somewhere more public.
âBless you,â he offers, once he can trust himself to speak. Itâs a good thing that Till is too distracted to look up at him right now. Ivan isnât sure he can keep what heâs feeling off of his face.
Truthfully, he isnât sure heâs going to be able to endure a whole night of this.
The problem here is that TillâTill, of all people; Till, who Ivan has been pathetically in love with for almost as long as he can rememberâhas no idea about Ivanâs⊠relatively niche interests. That is to say, he has no idea what effect it has on Ivan when he does that.
âThanks,â Till says, a little stuffily. He sniffles again, lowering his hand.Â
Ivan canât help it. He knows he shouldnât pursue this line of questioning, but he can feel his self-control dwindling by the second. âDonât you think it would be better to take off your scarf, now that weâre inside?â
Till freezes. âY-You know what,â he says evasively. âItâs pretty cold in here.â
Ivan tilts his head in question. âAnd just how do you plan on eating like that?â
âIâll take it off when our food comes.â
âI can ask the waiter to turn the temperature up, if itâs a problem,â Ivan says.Â
âItâs not a problem.â
Ivan rises from his seat. Till watches him, perplexed, as he heads to the opposite side of the table, where Till is seated.
When he gets there, he stops. Stands, unmoving, so he can study Till from above.Â
âWhat are youââ
Ivan reaches out, settles his palm across Tillâs forehead. As expected, itâs warm. Not quite feverish, which is a good sign, but warm enough to be notable.Â
âJust how long were you intending to hide this?â
Till stares back at him, wide-eyed. âHide what?â
Shouldnât it be obvious? âThe fact that you have a cold.â
âI didnât think it was worth mentioning,â Till says, slowly.
âHmm.â Ivan drops his hand to his side. He is a little concerned, now. âWe couldâve called a rain check.â
This time Till really does roll his eyes. âFor the reservation we planned weeks ahead?â he sniffles again. âThat just sounds completely and utterly unnecessary. Are you the type of person to call things off just over a little cold?âÂ
Ivan leans over, tugs down the edge of Tillâs scarf. Till bats his hand away just a moment too late, cups his other hand over his face to shield his face from view. For a moment, he looks faintly mortified.
Then his expression settles into something more disgruntled. âWhat are you doing?â he hisses.
So uncooperative. âLet me see,â Ivan says. Slowly, gently, he pries Tillâs hands away from his face, and thenâbecause the restaurant is dimly litâtilts Tillâs face up slightly so that it catches more of the overhead light.Â
Tillâs nose is redder than usual. Heâs probably been rubbing it all afternoon, if the redness that percolates into his cheeks is any indication. Thereâs a damp, liquid sheen on the underside of his nose.
âWhatâs there to see?â Till says, a little crossly.
âYour face, since youâve been so intent on hiding it under that scarf,â Ivan says, leaning in to get a better look.
Till scowls at him, but thereâs no heat to it. âYou see my face every day.â
âOn the contrary, I donât see it nearly enough,â Ivan says. âAnd you hardly ever get sick. Is it so wrong for me to be concerned?â
Without looking, he reaches behind him with one hand to grab a couple cocktail napkins. The other hand he keeps held up to Tillâs cheek.Â
But then, Tillâs breath hitches. âWait,â he says. Panic flashes through his face. âIvan, move, Iââ
Oh. Well, seeing as thereâs no way heâll be able to get the napkins over in time, it looks like heâll have to improvise. If Till wants to cover, Ivan can help with that. He moves his hand to cup it loosely over Tillâs mouth. Not a second too late, it seems. Till jerks forward unceremoniously, his nose twitching, his eyes squeezing shut.
âhHheh-! HHhâEIITShHhâyYiew!â he gasps sharply. Two? âHh-! hHiiHâDSSCSSHh-IIew!â Â
The jolt of the sneezes is practically electrifyingâall of that force, brought to an abrupt halt behind Ivanâs waiting palm. He feels the expulsion of air against his skin, the warmth of Tillâs breath, feels the slight dampness behind his hand as the spray mists over his fingertips.
Ivan swallows, hard. Thank god itâs so dark here, otherwise Till might notice what this is doing to him.Â
âBless you,â he says, withdrawing his hand at last to wipe it on one of the cloth napkins. It comes out slightly raspier than he intends it to, though perhaps itâs a miracle that heâs still able to talk at all. âSome cold, hmm?â Belatedly, he hands Till the stack of napkins.
Till practically snatches them from him, turns aside to blow his nose wetly into the top few. The way he sniffles afterwards suggests that his nose is still very much running.Â
âDo you have no self preservation? Itâs as if you want to catch this,â Till says, drawing back with another sniffle.
Oh, Ivan thinks, fighting back a shiver. That would be far from the worst thing.
Wyll breaking up with the player character if Ulder dies so Wyll must become the Duke makes me wanna throw up sobbing because he actually thinks that just because his father's first duty being to Baldur's Gate made him a Bad Father that Wyll himself will inevitably be a Bad Lover because surely no one could match love with duty if his father couldn't, unknowing he has more love in one hand than his father had in his entire body. fuck
Bruce Wayne, who can't cook to save his life but can bake better than even Alfred. The catch? He can only do it in the night after being awoken by nightmares. No one knows about his extraordinary skills other than Alfred and Dick, because everyone assumes that the baked goods in the kitchen are made by Alfred. Dick knows because when he was younger and couldn't sleep because of nightmares, he used to join Bruce in the kitchen and watch him work.
Dick Grayson, who is an absolute disaster in the kitchen because he keeps getting distracted, but give him a microwave and a dream and he'll prepare a solid three course meal that actually tastes decent. He's also an excellent cocktail maker, which is funny since he prefers to have his alcohol straight without any mixers (he still puts the little umbrellas in his glass though, don't be mistaken)
Jason Todd, who is an ACE in the kitchen because he refused to ever be helpless with food again after getting off the streets. He was going to eat, and he was going to eat WELL. Especially since he finally had the resources to be able to actually experiment with what he likes and what he can do with different foods, instead of just what's cheapest or most easily found. The one thing he can't do? Crack an egg with only his hands without getting any of the eggshell pieces in the food. He needs to use one of those little egg cracking tools. The thing that pissed him off the most about this is that the one thing Dick can do brilliantly in the kitchen, is crack eggs with one (1!!!) hand only.
Tim Drake, who is definitely not michelin star level (the Drakes had a cook for Tim's entire childhood so he never had to learn), but has learnt to sustain himself with instant meals and those little ramen packets. He somehow always makes them taste good though, adding toppings and making sure they are some form of nourishing, even if that just means adding a fried egg on top and calling it a day. He also knows the difference between all the different little types of tea that alfred likes to drink just by taste, and is the only other person in the house that can make a perfect cup (that is Alfred approved). It always shocks everyone else, because Tim is notorious for hating the taste of tea.
Cass Cain, who has no culinary abilities and does not want them either. Her skills in the kitchen start and end with making sandwiches. But whenever she goes out to eat, she always goes to a chinese restaurant and gets something that she hasn't tried before, because she was never introduced to any foods of her culture and wants to taste them all now. Oh, and she can do super complicated tricks with the knives, her and Dick have constant competitions about who can do the coolest thing.
Steph Brown, who lives off of takeaway for most meals, but can make better breakfast foods than most people in the house. Waffles, pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast, you name it and she can make it. Only if it is traditionally eaten before noon though. She also worked as a barista part time for a while, so she knows all the fancy coffee recipes.
Damian Al Ghul Wayne, who doesn't care to cook other cuisines, but taught himself how to make almost every middle eastern and south asian dish he could get his hands on, because it helped him feel closer to his home and his mother when he first moved in with his father. His fondest memories of his mother are of her feeding him his cultural foods and telling him about their origins. It was the only time they did not speak of work, or his training, but instead about what his father was like as a person, about the things his mother has seen on her travels over the years, about his maternal grandmother, about his interest in animals.
Duke Thomas, who can cook enough for a 15 year old but doesn't touch the kitchen of Wayne manor very often, not unless he's just sitting on the counter watching others or helping minorly. His memories are still fresh enough to bleed when touched and all his memories of him cooking in the kitchen have his parents happily dancing in the background on Sundays with loud music blaring through the walls as they teach him how to chop onions without crying or knead dough.
Alfred Pennyworth, who only had the most basic culinary skills when he began working for the Waynes, just enough to keep him alive when he was in the military, but was forced to learn how to cook when he was unexpectedly given custody of an 8 year old. He can cook better than most professional chefs in the world now, but he still hoards Thomas Wayne's old cookbooks like they're the only tangible part left of the man who once filled the halls of the manor, even though he knows that's not true. He'll pass them down to his grandchildren one day...just not today. Today, they're still his.
Okay so Iâve spent the last couple days on Twitter (@kacievvbbbb if you wanna join me đ) just fucking yapping about my new found obsession with the idea that Mihawk not only reads but is an active and well loved contributor to the pirate smut genre all across the blues. And I just needed to bring this to tumble to get more thoughts on it.
Here are mine;
- he obviously writes under a pseudonym would be funny if it was an anagram of like Worlds Strongest Swordsman or something.
- he writes essentially y/n fanfiction but he is always the reader.
- he is heavily perfectionist about his detailing of things like bodice ripping and that has lead to many a fun night for Shanks as he discreetly tries to rest just how exactly a bodice ripping would look and feel. Or if this sex position is even plausible.
-this one was a combined effort between @Dior and myself but he writes all the lovers as much more of an active participant in sex than the pillow princess himself actually is and this is because he thinks he is putting in exactly the same amount of work into sex as Shanks is which is laughable.
-Benn features heavily in alot of these RHP smut books. Benn
-He mostly writes RHP smut but he will branch out to other pirates like Crocodile maybe Doffy đ. This gives Shanks heart palpitations when he finds out all this smut has been written by Mihawk.
- Mihawk almost kills both himself and Shanks by drowning the first time he finds out that Shanks knows about his little hobby.
- Shanks regularly requests they try something from the book and Mihawk has to stomp down the urge to throttle him. But again Mihawkâs reader is a much active participant in sex than he is and he is not a fan of all this work he has to put in even though he enjoys the results. Shanks is highly amused.
- Shanks for the first time in his life becaomes an avid reader with a habit and this confuses everyone that doesnât know what he is reading and suffers Benn greatly who does.
- Shanks is lowkey very into the stories where the âreaderâ has sex with other men. He starts setting plans in motion.
- Mihawk also collects a lot of pirate smut a lot of it is about himself as well and this is his equivalent to jerking off. His next favorite people to read about are of course Shanks, Cricodile he is ashamed of just how much Doflamingo smut he owns. Lowkey maybe some King smut too.
- a contribution from someone on Twitter tha I live is that he also grades said smut about himslef and then sends the notes to the authors.
- he pseudonym is well known and well lived in the community.
-this is infact where more than half of his riches comes from.
- yes he also does read marine porn. He steers clear of anything that even remotely mentions garp tho. His favorite marine to red about is Sengoku I donât fucking know đ. I can just imagine him seating in warlord meetings shipping Sengoku with random fucking marines and pirates as he is trying to talk about very serious business
- he sure write the well known and well loved âthe red haired emperor & meâ series which is published in Morganâs magazine or whatever and Shanks always seeks him out no matter where he is and fucks him good and hard everytime a new chapter goes out.
- he continues to do this while at Cross Guild Buggy and Crocodile are non the wiser. His crocodile descriptions start to get more detailed a clown pops up every now and again in his writing Shanks might be on the verge of a heart attack.
- shanks is a little too invested in the situation some (Benn) would say.
thinking about todd and his resolve toward⊠not quite isolation, but being alone in a room full of people again. he goes along to the study room to sit on his own and do his homework, he sits at the poets table and follows along with whatâs being said while keeping quiet, he goes to the meetings at all but doesnât necessarily contribute (in fact, if you watch him when cameron is telling the story âfrom camp in sixth gradeâ, you can see that he recognizes it before any of the other poets but doesnât voice it until they all have). heâs not alone, necessarily, if you want to get technical about it, heâs just lonely, and heâs generally okay with that. he doesnât have friends and thatâs fine, he doesnât participate in class and thatâs fine, he doesnât have a relationship with his family and thatâs fineâhe could live without any real connection and heâd have been, more or less, fine.
the thing about when he says âi can take care of myself just fine!â is that he isnât really wrong, you can infer that heâs been doing it his entire life anyway, itâs that âtaking care of yourselfâ isnât the same thing as really living or being happy. toddâs an introvert, certainly, and even as he gets closer to the group he defaults to sitting quietly in the background, but heâs also denying himself community out of fear not introversion. todd isnât friendless because heâs an introvert, although that definitely plays a part, heâs friendless because he pushes anyone that might want his company away. if anyone has every wanted for his attention in the first place. (neilâs unwavering interest in him is unique (even when it comes to the rest of the poets, who are fine with todd coming along and joining the group, but arenât really hellbent on him being there in the beginning) and his refusal to accept it is a direct result of being so lonely growing up.)
thereâs obviously something to be said about the implications of his parents neglect, and the more than likely fact that he grew up friendless, and how those both play a part in in him being so skilled at dodging social interaction/being so avoidant of it, but by the time we see him in the movie heâs all but accepted his fate as being alone his entire life. heâs already accepted being the family disappointment, and heâs already accepted heâll never amount to anything, and he obviously doesnât like it, but heâd have managed living with that knowledge without the confirmation that it was all wrong. would he have been miserable? almost certainly. but heâd have managed. heâd done it for that long already, anyhow.
if he ever got really, truly close enough to you to settle down and have a family... he would have so so many feelings about holding your baby for the first time. fear. the baby has his eyes- the eyes of a sigonian, the eyes that have the world scream back: cheater, liar, thief, whore. he has come a long way from who he was as a child, and has much more security through his wealth, but will he ever be fully able to protect his child? will he be a good father? is he capable of that kind of love?
and under the fear- sheer pride and adoration. the baby is nothing short of a miracle- something aventurine (no, kakavasha,) is intimately acquainted with. blessings. is there anything more special than a being that encompasses the two of you, that symbolizes the love and commitment you have for each other? and a bright, new future ahead of you?
he refuses to hold the baby at first- mouthing some sort of excuse that you as the birthing parent have the right, as you have worked so hard for. really, he's afraid of tainting your child. his child.
later when you're exhausted and asleep he'll creep next to the crib and pick your baby up and hold them so gently, and understand the love and desire to protect that seeimingly comes out of nowhere.
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no words or thoughts anon, just tears....... dadventurine u are so important to me......