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fiddledydee · 2 years

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A Little Treat <3

I've decided to provide you lovelies with a sneak peek of the Leo fic because I'm confident in chapter one at least. This is only the first 1,000 words or so, but I feel it should be enough to tease y'all in.

For context, this fic takes place 4 years after the events of the movie and our turtle boys are not in hiding anymore. So, keep that in mind!

It has no title yet, but I'm working on it. I'M WORKING ON IT ALL.

Alright, let's get started.

Untitled LeoxReader Fanfic:

The world had changed drastically since the invasion of the Krang.

One, the turtles were sure they’d never get used to it. They were the heroes of New York, and humans knew who they were. Yokai and mutants were free to.. exist. And that caused its own set of problems that the gang had to deal with.

But going to events had to be the weirdest.

The lights, the attention. The recognition. They never truly got used to humans knowing who they were and knowing that they were the heroes who saved the city from an alien invasion. Now, they were starting to be the faces of mutant equality. Being invited to galas and charity events to raise awareness.

The turtles attempted to dress nicely, but it was odd to be able to mingle so openly with humans. It had been four years since they first were public. The newness never went away.

That’s how Leonardo Hamato found himself in a suit. The ballroom around him was full of people. Humans, mutants, and yokai alike. The room had gold, black, and white themed decorations. It was definitely one of the fancier events he had gone to.

The event had raised a large sum of cash, which also supposedly made it worth putting on the weird material. Using his certified Leonardo charm was also a huge benefit in events like this.

That’s what led to Leo talking to a group of humans. He.. Didn’t remember a single one of their names but they were supporters of Mutants. They all seemed to be overjoyed to be in the presence of the hero of New York, and Leo wouldn’t lie, he drank in the attention. He put on the charm, he made them laugh.

Leo pulled himself from the group, waving them off as he started to make his way back to the table where his brothers were sitting. The turtle was in no rush, walking casually through the crowd. That was.. until another body bumped into his chest.

Leo was a bit shocked and stepped back, looking down at the person who he bumped into.

“I’m sorry, I guess I wasn’t looking where I was going..” Leo started, but he couldn’t help but take in the details of this new person.

They were short, wearing a nice outfit to fit the event. They were an attendee, obviously, but they seemed to have been pushing through the crowd in some kind of a rush.

Their eyes were cold, but the most beautiful color Leo ever saw. Like a reminder that Spring was always just around the corner.

They’re demeanor seemed to shift as soon as Leo spoke, almost like they were putting on a mask. A warm smile replaced the neutral line of their lips, a softness taking over their expression. To the untrained eye, the ruse probably would have worked.

Luckily, after years of experience reading people, Leo was not considered ‘untrained.’

“No, no, I’m sorry.. I should’ve been looking where I was going...” They said softly, pushing some of their hair back out of their face.

“It’s fine, I’m just glad I got to bump into you,” Leo winked. The human in front of Leo paused for a long moment, his own eyes were scanning Leo’s face. Then, they quickly nodded.

“I’ll see you around, have a good rest of your night,” They spoke quickly before stepping around Leo and disappearing into the crowd.

Leo sighed as they took off, he didn’t even get their name.

Leo had been distracted by the shorter person. He couldn’t help but wonder why they were in such a rush. Maybe they had friends they were trying to get back to.. Maybe a significant other. Leo huffed. Yeah, that was probably the case. Leo wouldn’t be so lucky to bump into a single attractive person.

Eventually, the turtle found himself back at the table again, sitting at their designated seats just in time to witness a man walk out onto the stage. The man, the host of the event, started off his speech by thanking everyone for attending that evening, thanking specific donors for their significant inputs. He went on to talk about how much they made and where the money would be used.

Donnie already knew, having had the website on his wrist pad the entire time and he mumbled along with the speech. They’d heard it a million times at this point. Mikey’s eyes were shining with stars, leaning over into Donnie’s space to look at the website that was pulled up on the screen. The box turtle took note of names he recognized, ones he didn’t.

So many people donated in their names, either to keep themselves anonymous or to simply show gratitude to the heroes. It was all to support their causes, at the end of the day. Truly, it was a beautiful sight.

Raph was trying not to tear up at the generosity, gripping his glass as he took a drink and listened. No matter how many times they heard the speeches, Raph was moved every time. Luckily, April was by his side and helping wipe his tears away.

April, who stood as a human ambassador to mutants, was often a topic of conversations at events like these. Leo always wound up overhearing attendees discussing what it must be like to be her, to be considered part of a mutant team and how she was able to keep up with them. Leo couldn’t help but laugh every time he heard it, because the real question was how they all kept up with April.

But, that left Leo, casually leaning back in his chair, arm resting on the back of it as he listened to the same speech. The slider wore his confident smirk, pride filled his chest at the thought of their work as heroes doing enough to influence people and push for mutants to be accepted into society. For his family to be truly accepted by society. Tonight, honestly, couldn’t get any better for the turtles.

Then the lights in the venue were cut out.

Alright, spoke too soon, it looks like the night could get much worse.

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Thank you for reading :) I don't know when I want to start posting but hopefully soon.

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averyroundpumpkin · 2 years

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First Meet!

⚠️ Warnings : Leo being creepy , toxic relationships

Characters: Addams!Leonardo , Addams!Jotaro , Addams!Uagi

Summary: Leo "meets" Jotaro

Addams!au belongs to @lackablazeical. Please check them out , they're really good!!

Jotaro's never been in this place before. Infact , he's never been in this country before. All he remembers is his big brother, Ishida, waking him up one night and telling him they were gonna play a game called:"sneak away".

With that being said , his brother took him out of bed and carried him out of the palace, only stopping when Riko hopped in their way. He couldn't tell was his sister was snickering about, only hearing the words "telling mom~" and "trouuublee~" in an odd sing song tone.(his head was pressed against Ishida chest fur in an attempt to keep him quiet)

After some time , Riko hopped out of the way when Ishida promised her something and ran away giggling down the halls. He didn't pay much attention to what was going on , only pricking his ears when Ishida put him down in the garden.His face and tone of voice changed from cautious to serious when he whispered: "Look , you need to keep quiet from now on okay? We can't let mother know we're taking you to see Usagi."

After hearing those words , Jotaro was so excited that he couldn't remember anything that happened after that.

And now he was here. In the strange place. Sitting down infront of a huge projector, watching what they called "Jupiter Jim" movies.

But he felt that something was off, Usagi had told him to sit still , keep quiet and try not to draw too much attention to himself before hurriedly walking off. He couldn't understand what had gotten Usagi acting so weird, but since he was new here, he thought it made sense. Plus , it was nice not having a million people surrounding him and watching his every move for once.

Watching his every move..........

Jotaro's ears went forward as he stood up and turned his head to look in the direction of a stack if crates. He stared intently , straining his eyes to try and make out what he could see in the dark corner.

There was a head! He saw a the upper half of a head peaking out from the crates...watching him.

Jotaro's nose twitched. "Hello!" He called out.

The figure moved upward a little , showing the rest of its head. Before it slinked upward fully, hopping on the crate it was hiding behind. Jotaro watched as the strange figure stared at him , stepping back a little. "Hi! Do you live here with 'Sagi?"

The figure chuckled, hopping down and slithering out of the darkness. "Why, I do!"

It was a turtle, like the ones in the pool back at the garden! Just this was bigger...and walked on two legs... and wore a blue mask....and was smiling at him.

"What are you watching there?" The blue masked turtle lifted his head to look at the projector screen.

"Jim." Jotaro chirped , "I'm watching Jim."

"Are you sure you should be watching this?" The turtle asked , placing a hand on the little bunny's shoulder and leading him to sit on the couch with him. "This seems scary , a little bunny like you shouldn't be watching something like this." Leo said as he watched an alien's arm get blown off on the big screen.

"I dunno," Jotaro shrugged. "'Sagi told me to sit here and don't move."

Jotaro saw the turtle's eyes widen for a split second. "Is that so?" "Uh huh"

"Well I guess you can watch then." The turtle chucked , lifting his legs and crossing them on the couch.

"Do the aliens always get hurt like this in these?"

"Yes , they do."

"Why?"

"Because they deserve it. They never get out the way fast enough. They're silly , and they don't pay attention to their surroundings. Quite pathetic if you ask me." The turtle whimsically replied, resting his face in his hands.

Although Jotaro's eyes were fixed on the projector's screen. He could tell that the turtle was watching him , he decided that it would be nice to say his name.

"My name's Jotaro "

"Why its nice to meet you Jotaro," the turtle took his pinky in his hand and gently shook it. "My name's L-"

"LEO!" A shriek rang through the air , causing Jotaro's ears to hurt.

Before he could turn around and look at the cause of the sound, he was being grabbed and hoisted into the air. And now his head was over someone's shoulder , a gentle hand pressing it down.

"Leo , what are you doing here!?!" Usagi's tremulous voice echoed in his ears. He sounded frantic.

"I'm watching "Jim" with Jotaro." The turtle chuckled , getting up and walking over to them. Jotaro adjusted himself so he could look at him.

"Why , he's so small and adorable. He looks like he could be our son~." The turtle's honeyed , soothing voice caused his ears to twitch , much better sounding than the shriek that had hurt them.

Usagi made a noise of disgust as he rapidly stepped back. "Ugh-just-no! Jotaro , c'mon. Let's go do something else, okay?"

Jotaro barely nodded as Usagi turned his back , walking briskly out of the room , mumbling something to himself.

As Jotaro looked over Usagi's shoulder, he saw the turtle waving at him, wiggling his fingers.

With not much else to do , Jotaro waved back.

This is another gift for @lackablazeical 🌹(creator of au) since I accidentally uploaded "pizza week (or not) unfinished and deleted it

Also because I love Jotaro already

Please check them out. And listen to the warnings!

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crowsandturtlesandbatsohmy · 4 months

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For Fey - 6, 9, and 18

For Mint - 3, 19, 25

Hi Crow! ^^

Hi May!

I had this mostly answered yesterday, but tumblr ate it and I had to rewrite everything.

Fey

6: Say three nice things about yourself (physical and non-physical)

“Um… I like my little spots… Mikey says they’re freckles. And… I like how my shell is soft and flexible… and I’ve been told I’m really graceful. Oh, that sounded like bragging. I’m sorry. Um. Not physical… I… am not a bother. I’ve been told I’m a good listener… and that I’m helpful.”

9: What calms you down?

“…Sometimes I watch Winnie the Pooh. Or Cinderella. Sometimes Leo makes tea and we sit at the table and drink it… I like tea. And sometimes I sit in Donnie’s lab… I’m quiet so I don’t bother him…”

18: Do you still love stuffed animals?

*She nods hesitantly* “I have one… he’s a donkey and his name is Eeyore. He’s from my movie. Raph gave him to me on my first birthday.”

*Corrective muttering*

“Oh… Donnie says that I should have told you it was my 11th birthday so you don’t get confused… sorry.”

Fey did not have a birthday until joining the Hamato clan, with her first ever birthday being when she turned 11, roughly, since her actual date of birth is unknown.

Mint

(warning; Mint is long-winded)

3: Favorite scented candle smell?

“It’s been a while since I began living underground, and unfortunately we don’t get too many candles in the lair. It’s too likely the boys would knock it over and set the whole place on fire, or one of Donnie’s experiments would find it and explode. But I have one, and I keep it in my room. I burn it if I’ve had a long day, or sometimes when one of the boys comes to talk to me. It was a Mother’s Day gift from Mikey a few years back and I’m trying to make it last as long as I can. It smells like cherry blossoms. I guess it’s become my favorite candle scent, and I think even if I had more options I would pick that one because of that Mother’s Day.”

19: Most important thing in your life?

“My sons. They’re older now and don’t need me like they used to… but I have the privilege of helping them figure out who they want to be, and what works with their individual needs, wants, and dreams. They amaze me, and I couldn’t be prouder.”

25: what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

“Oh, that’s a tough question. …I can’t pick just one, because the boys all gift in different ways, and each and every gift is special for its own reason. I guess I’ll narrow it down to one from each of my sons that meant the most to me.

Raph, my oldest, collects teddy bears. I’ve also been teaching him how to sew, in case something happens and I’m not able to patch things. Well, he put the two things together and he made me four little turtles, small enough he could fit two in each of his hands. They sit on my bedside table where I can see them first thing in the morning.

Leo’s the older of the twins, and he’s the leader of their little group now. It was a difficult adjustment for all of them, and Leo shut me out. But over the past few months he’s made sure to find me one evening a week so we can have tea and spend some time together. I get to hear all about what’s going on in his crazy life. I look forward to those evenings every week.

Donnie is the younger twin, and he loves to spend hours at a time in his lab, upgrading already existing tech, or creating new things. It’s incredible what he comes up with! To answer your question, I made an off-hand comment a few years back after family movie night about how I missed having a record player. About a week later, I wake up one morning and Donnie’s standing in the doorway to my room and asking me to follow him. He made me a record player and he found a few records to go with it. I use it every day.

Mikey is my youngest, and his passion is cooking. He’s my usual sous chef, though I do rope one of his brothers in once a week to make sure they all know how to cook. But Mikey really enjoys it, so it’s a nice bit of quality time for us. A while ago now, on the twins’ eleventh birthday, I let Mikey help me make the cake. Ever since then, Mikey has taken it upon himself to make a cake for my birthday every year.”

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Thank you for asking!

#mint hamato #Fey #rottmnt #rottmnt oc #oc ask game #crow’s cawing #moot-moots #fedeccine

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lazypanartist · 2 years

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Hi today is Thanksgiving here aka Friendsgiving for me and Disaster has struck in lego city so uh have this funny writing i did to cope with Piesis (Pie Crisis). -📝 anon

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Raphael slowly uncovered Mikey's ears, his face a few shades lighter from the shock he felt listening to the long line of curses come out of your mouth.

"Jumpin' Jack Flash, I hadn't even heard summa those, and we ran around Manhattan for a while..."

Red and Orange both watched as you slid down the side of the counter in a heap, a mess of rich blues and purples splattered all over the floor, your shoes, and the fridge nearby. You looked utterly wrecked.

"Uh, what was that screaming that sounded vaguely like it came from a horror movie we aren't old enough to watch?" Leo murmured, slinking into the kitchen along with Donnie, who glanced up from his phone long enough to see the mess and let out a low whistle of sympathy.

"Yikes. That's a lot of pie guts."

You gave a mumble in reply and tucked your head into your knees. Mikey picked his way across the battlefield, shimmying his way past minefields of pie crust collateral and trenches of blueberry goo before squatting next to you.

"You good...?"

The only response you gave was a hollow "no" and the shaking of your head.

"What in the name of Lou Jitsu even happened?" asked, Leo, looking around. It was almost impressive. There were dots of pastry on the ceiling.

"I'd wager a guess, based on the pie splat radius and the angle, our little hard at work baker forgot how they take up space with physically existing and accidentally hip-checked the pizza stone their homemade lemon blueberry pie was on." The softshelled mutant slowly lifted his goggles up. "Knocked the whole thing to the ground, didn't you?"

His response was a warbled wail that vaguely could be understood as words.

"I think we need to babyproof edges and doorways..." the youngest murmured. "It seems to be an issue with you."

Raphael, his arm around their friend, leaned forward and swiped a chunk of crust laden with the filling and popped it in his mouth. Donnie shuttered and politely turned to gag.

"...Dang. Dang that is...REAL good pie. Still good pie! Its got salvageable bits!"

Mikey lifted the face-down tin and gabbed a piece of busted latticed crust himself, Leo opting to swipe a finger through a splotch on the counter.

"Oh wow. Yeah that is good."

"Dang! You should give me that recipe."

You whined out a series of hard to understand words and babbling as your hands flailed while you talk.

"Yeah, that's a problem." Donatello nodded, opting to have some of the remnants of pastry that clung to the inside of the tin and had not touched any of the tile. "Its nice that we like it here on the floor, but- Ooh, wow that is nice, very bright- you can't exactly bring it to the lair's Friendsgiving dinner tomorrow like that."

"Splat Pie~" crooned the youngest, reaching to grab some more of the demolished desert.

"Yeah, and the stores're all closed until the day after, ain't they?" Raph asked. You whined and nodded.

"Dont worry about it," Leo preened, waving a hand dismissively, "I think I'll actually die if I dont get a full slice, we'll get you what all you need again." He paused, listening to your mumble as you began to collect yourself from the meltdown. "Mikey can help remake the crust while we go on a run. You need more blueberries and a lemon? Easy. Surely something is open somewhere!"

"I'll stay and help clean up." Raphael said, slowly standing to his full lumbering height. "You should go shower off the pie gore."

You slowly began trailing away, mumbling something pitifully.

"It's no problem, we love you too!" Leonardo chirped before waving you off, "And dont thank us yet! Thank us with full pie. Come on Donald-"

With that, the twins portaled off somewhere in search of groceries while you slunk off for a boiling hot shower as Raphael and Michelangelo started cleaning between stealing salvaged bites of the confection.

(Its all okay now but Oof i had some BIG emotions when The Tragedy Struck.)

OhNo.. sounds like an Issue happened. I hope you're doing okay now!

This sounds like another instance of Big Brother Raph's instincts popping up to control the situation & calm everyone down. Love how everyone's just Ready To Go as soon as there's a plan!

#kana's chats #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise leo x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise raph x reader #rise mikey x reader

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dispatches-from-the-lorecord · 2 years

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Leo and Pepe have the sweetest brotherly relationship, and Iqarus is the last person Arceus should have made immortal

[February 5 2023]

{Popia140:}

Writing the script for another Ultra comic, the scene after Pepe and Cynthia defeat Lum and the brothers reunite and it’s nice to put in a few feelsy scenes to the Trollkitten original :StarsWeep:

{Trollkitten:}

I love this

{Popia140:}

Thank you :BeePog:

{Trollkitten:}

I love seeing what I would consider one of my favorite TPP works for one of my favorite TPP runs get some more love from another lorewriter

Ultra really has everything I love about TPP. Character development, weird reality-bending shenanigans, a fantastic villain, unearthly creatures from beyond the pale, and interesting ties to other runs

{Popia140:}

I guess I just really liked the gentleness of Pepe’s character, and still wanted to put some of his old sensitivity here, considering the stress he’s been in during the run

And also soft Leo??!! 👀

{Trollkitten:}

Yeah

He may have been decapitated, but he hasn't lost his head

{Haji:}

Yeah :tppAYAYA:

On that note, anyone else find it funny "Leo" ended up being the short name and not "Leon"?

{Trollkitten:}

...I guess that is kind of funny

Because if it had been Leon...

Then when Sword happened and we just happened to have a Champion Leon who just happened to have a little brother...

:LUL:

All things considered, I think it was for the best. Pepe and Napoleon have had enough adventures for a while, they don't need Eternatus on top of that

{Haji:}

Yeah

{Trollkitten:}

Although I can imagine one of them saying, "Great. That's, what, our THIRD planet-eating eldritch abomination in the past five years?"

{Haji:}

Now I'm laughing to remember that joke I made about Leo, Pepe, and D being told Icarus was their great-great-something-or-rather and being confused. In actuality, it was Leon, Hop, and Iris and explains so much about the champ's perceived invincibility :Kappa:

{Popia140:}

That’s a pretty good explanation!

{Trollkitten:}

There was some lore back when we did Conquest for the first time that Napoleon and D were descendants of the ancient warlord Abin the Third (Pepe didn't exist back then), which made them distantly related to Bill and Alice

I wonder if Iquarus's 'invincibility' was more a gift or a curse. Given how Iquarus had the self-preservation instincts of a masochistic lemming, it was likely a little of both

{Mitzi:}

it's less 'invincibility' and more 'fence horse refuses to deal with iqarus's family until forced to' :Kappa:

the horse would foist this off on yveltal/plume/ho-oh/the death god of your choice, but a side-effect of its deal with iqarus is that it has to deal with his descendants until his genes work out of the gene pool :Kappa:

... actually that'd make a fairly significant chunk of the human population invincible surprisingly fast

{Trollkitten:}

That could explain why so many of our Hosts can walk into walls for days on end and not sleep for a moment of it

And how humans even survive in a world full of things like Scyther and Hydreigon

{Mitzi:}

lore discussion question: who did iqarus make babies with :Kappa:

{Newbie:}

akari? :Kappa:

the idea of Terra being his descendant is funny to me so i kinda wanna go with that

{Mitzi:}

'everyone in the tppverse is invincible because of an extremely ill-considered deal god made that one time'

{Newbie:}

immortality is inheritable? 🤔

{Mitzi:}

well, The Deal arceus made with iqarus must be, to an extent, if leon is supernaturally invulnerable

{Haji:}

I personally don't think so, but those descended of an immortal tend to have some weird side effects 😂

{Trollkitten:}

I don't even know why Arceus chose Iquarus to begin with

Maybe he figured no one would miss that idiot

{Newbie:}

or Iqarus did something in a past life and Arceus decided to make him its errand boy in retaliation or something

{Trollkitten:}

Perhaps Iquarus died the first time he did something stupid and Arceus reached out to him in the afterlife for a deal: "You do this for me, and I'll ensure you live to a ripe old age"

Arceus is still slapping himself in the face for thinking that was a good idea

He really should have asked Iquarus how he died to begin with before evaluating whether or not he could be trusted with a matter of this magnitude

Iquarus probably tried to cross the street without looking both ways (or at all)

{Mitzi:}

those trams, bro

{Haji:}

-cackles-ICARUS GOT LITERALLY ISAKEI'D

Truck-kun said hi

{Newbie:}

i was just about to say—

{Mitzi:}

more like train-kun in this period. possibly tram-kun

{Trollkitten:}

And created a major time paradox because his passing down the gift/curse to his descendants ironically caused the version of him born in the new timeline to be sturdy enough to survive the incident

{Haji:}

Probably

{Mitzi:}

... would not surprise me if iqarus managed to grandfather paradox himself

the fun way, as opposed to the murder way

{Trollkitten:}

Haha yep

{Sol:}

iqarus is actually elfilis from kirby, getting hit by a kirby truck sent him to the pokemon dimension :DBStyle:

#'!!#arceus #pp and nqpppnl are brothers #pp is the ultra host #1qa!!?!#twitch plays pokemon #tpp #lorecord archive #ultra run #legends arceus run #pp #nqpppnl #pee #1qa!!?!'!! is immortal #loremaker popia140 #loremaker trollkitten #loremaker haji #loremaker mitzi #loremaker sol

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akuaya-stories-tl · 1 month

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Back Alleyway Graffiti Battle, Chapter 4

Spectator: That's it! Keep it up!

Fiori: Everything is going smoothly ♪ I think we'd be able to win this if we keep this up!

Tis: Save for the Witch's team, there aren't any awesome teams we should watch out for.

...? That guy over there is...

Fiori: Oh, that's the host who organized this event.

Tis: Let's go see him for a bit!

Fiori: Huh? Wait, Tis!

Host: ... Still, it's a joy to hear that we managed to gather so much revenue.

Tis: ...

Accomplice: The admission fee that we collected from the spectators amounted to a considerable sum. Haha, it was thanks to those stupid participants.

Host: They worked so desperately for that prize money. They didn't even realize this game was rigged from the start.

Fiori: It's rigged...?

Host: There's no way I'd give my hard-earned money to peasants who like to smear doodles.

Tis: So the prize is used to lure others. In reality, the winner has already been decided in the beginning as they see fit.

Host: Well, it livens my mood to think that I can use the money I got from those idiots to expand my collection.

Accomplice: Haha, it is your hobby to collect rare objects after all.

Host: Indeed. Right now, I'm keeping an eye on the gemstone worn by the late Galanthia princess.

Fiori: ...!

Host: As it was a gem owned by a princess from a country, it was apparently very rare.

Besides, the princess is no longer with us anymore. So I'd like to have the leftover gem for myself.

The late princess was a child anyway. It'd be an honour for the gem to have an owner like me, as I know its true value.

Fiori: That bastard, don't shit with me...!

Host: Recently, aside from collecting valuable items. I've also been finding pleasure in keeping unusual people as my servants too.

Right now, I'm keeping my eyes on a being called "Cambion*", and an Angel with unusual butterfly-like wings.

Tis: ! By Cambion, did he mean Espada. An Angel with unusual butterfly-like wings—

He must've meant Kai. Did this guy say he wanna turn Kai into his servant...!?

Accomplice: Haha, that's nice. Please show them to me when you finally get them.

Host: Well then, I suppose I'll go check out the scribbles made by those fools again. Haha.

[the organizers leave]

Tis: ... I know something was up about this whole event.

But I didn't know the organizers were a bunch of despicable beings like that.

Rosé: What a worthless piece of scum he is. Trying to make my cute Pada his servant, no way.

Fiori: Rosé! Vanis!

Tis: Could it be that you two join this competition while knowing his scheme?

Rosé: Bingo~ Although Pada is strong so there's no way he'd let someone like that scum to trample him over.

Just thinking of harming my beloved little brother is enough to warrant a thousand deaths from me ♡

Vanis: We thought to stand out in the Graffiti Battle and impressed the audience, so that we could upset the rigged game.

Rosé: What he said! This is to teach that host a lesson of humiliation ♡

Even though it was a coincidence that you guys joined this too.

We thought that it'd be a great idea for the lambs to participate so we could stir up more trouble in this event~

Vanis: As a matter of fact, it has indeed become a spectacular show and grabbed the attention of the spectators.

Since we already stand out that much, if they choose another team to win, then the spectators will surely think there's something amiss...

Graffiti Event MC: Everyone! We will announce the positions of the Graffiti Battle halfway in!

Currently in the 1st place by a long shot is... Leo & Luke's team!

Tis & Fiori: !

Tis: In the 1st place by a long shot? No matter how you look at it, we've painted more than the team they mentioned, not to mention our additional points too.

Fiori: If I have to take a guess, the name they mentioned just now was probably the one that the host rigged would be the winners.

... He freaking pissed me off. This is unforgivable.

Tis: Right. We can't let it end like this, we gotta get it back at him somehow.

But it doesn't matter how well we perform, that host definitely won't be choosing us as the winners.

I say, why don't we all punish the organizers?

Vanis: What are the odds. I was just thinking of the same suggestion.

Rosé: Kuku. Don't think you can get away with fooling us like this ♪

[To Be Continued...]

*Cambion: a term used to describe an offspring from the union between a demon with a human in the 19th Europe mythology. The original text literally describe half-Devil, but I wanna be creative :P

#akuaya #akuma ouji to ayatsuri ningyo #evil prince and the puppet #evil prince and the puppet translation #akuaya translation #fiori #fiori akuaya #tis akuaya #tis #rosé akuaya #rosé #vanis akuaya #vanis #event story #back alleyway graffiti battle

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ducknotinarow · 10 months

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2k12 Mikey Don - #

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

"Aw come on again? I dunno know, feel like Donnie would find me giving my phone over for this to be a pretty obviously bad way to get my information taken or something like that? Since he's always going on about internet safety and such. Then again he was sort of a jerk to me the other day?" The turtle purses his beak and takes a moment to think it over "Alright you can look!"

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

⚗️"Dee🥼 "

"Yeah nothing to special there I guess but just one of his nicknames we all use here and there. Don, Donnie, Dee. Ya know nothing to out there really I did add some sciencey looking emojis though! I thought about the goggles too since Donnie wears goggles hmm maybe I should swap it for the goggles now instead?" Mikey offers with a tilt of his head :I bet if Don could he would ear the full get up? Maybe I can find him an old lab coat?" Mikey attention shifts away with the the thought.

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

[image description] it's clearly taken from the pit in the lair, Donnie's on the couch with a tub of popcorn for once out to join the rest of them for some TV time. They look decently happy wearing a pair of socks on their feet because they were complain about being cold. His attention is off to the side because he was in the middle of explaining that to Raphael. You can also slightly just see the corner of Leo's elbow on Don's other side. It was a photo he took of his three eldest brothers all getting ready to sit down and relax for a night in. Just the four them for once at that. Sure Raph was being Raph, grumpy and such. Leo was ready to step in and get all bossy as he does. Well Mikey was trying to run the reigns for the night. But Donnie? looked content and happy. Even with the rough patch it was just a normal moment for the four of them. Donnie didn't seem annoyed by Raph he was smiling that soft little look. Mikey just liked it so he snap the shot and crop each of their faces for their own contacts.

"Ya know? for the longest time all my photos for Donnie tend to have him in his lab. Sometimes yelling for me to get out. Sometimes it's him in the middle of something he's working on. Cause I guess despite knowing Don all my life? I kind of only saw him as the guy with all the answers. The one who can fix everything. And yeah I still do think that way of him but then? he got real sick and mean and stupid. But we all do that stuff mean Raph 'quites' the team least once a month all the time but he always come back after a few days. I guess I kind of forget Donnie's well not just those things? And I dunno I think its a nice photo to use for him to remember that. Even when hes kind of a jerk with the whole online friends stuff I know he's just worried about me. Like how he smiling here seeming happy to be surrounded by us?" Mikey smiles and shrugs his shoulders "You think 15 years of only living and knowing each other we be better at this stuff but I guess we sorta got used to nothing changing we forget those little things? Like sometimes we need 'breaks' and just be allowed to exist and I think Don is the worst about it so it's nice when he lets himself just be with us."

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

Gold by SHADED What’s it gonna take to fill the void again? Am I doing this all wrong? And will I ever be enough to see the rough and clear it up Until you’re not just giving up? Oh, you lighten up my soul

"Donnie might seem like a jerk and full of himself cause hes smart and junk. But I mean he is really smart course he. But think Donnie prides himself too much into it, yeah he got an ego but that ain't what I mean. Donnie relies on being the smart one ya know? He feel he has to fix everything but he always fixes everything so it makes sense he does think that way? Honestly I think the reason Splinter don't harp too much when he slips is cause well no one can be harder on Don then Don already is on himself. And I dunno think it just makes him thing bad things about himself."

- my muse’s last text to your muse

[text] Who closes the bus door after the bus driver gets off the bus?

[text] is it the s or the c that is silent in scent?

[text] Why do they call them fingers? I've never seen them fing.

[text] How far west can you go before you start heading east

[text] Can you hold your breath till you pass out? I can :D

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[text] you get to pick for movie night this week!

[text] plz don't make us watch something smart though, my brain don't wanna think tonight Dee

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[text] DEE!!!

[text] Don!!!

[text] Donnie!

[text] DEDE!!!

[text] Donatello!!!

[text] I'm sorry please let me back in to the lab!!!

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[text] I'm making pizza run got bonus coupon deals we can have anything toppings we want!

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[text] Imma steal Von! I think she like to take my very important zine quizzes with Angel.

#muse| hamato michelangelo #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ the brains of this operation -aflockoffeathers]#ic rpely #phone contact meme #meme answers #stay queued #((in general I kind of do just feel it s a nice song for 12 donnie XD and It might be weird choice but its cause mikey isn't taking it #romantically XD he just thinks it fits Donnie uwu))#((Mikey ofc perfers face to face interaction BUT i feel he would be the type to text Donnie any random question he has and then ask him if #he got his text messages later when he seems him out of the lab pfft))

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machifuwa · 2 years

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- Sunshine - Sunny Side Episode 9

The [Sunnyside Festival] Venue

Leo: Ooh~! This looks so fun! So this stage is "EDM" huh~

Tsukasa: "EDM"?

Leo: It's the abbreviation for "Electronic Dance Music". In other words, it's an electronic dance music...☆

Arashi: Just like the name huh.

Leo: That's how music genres work, right? "Classical" because it's classic, "Pop" because it's popular, and "Blues" because it's melancholic~♪

"EDM" is something that makes you dance, so the tempo and structure are very comfortable. Your body will start moving on its own!

ーWhat the, Suo~? You're not moving a muscle! You're in the wrong mood! Dance, dance!

Tsukasa: Even if you say that, you're not being clear enough that I have no idea how to dance...

Arashi: You could just sway your body a little to the rhythm. Like this...♪

Tsukasa: Ha-haah... I understand this "EDM", but how should I interpret the song that is playing now?

I had never heard of the language, so I had no idea what the lyrics were...

Leo: Not to belittle the lyrics, but it's okay if you don't understand them.

In fact, most of the guests don't seem to know what they're doing, but they all seem to be having a great time dancing.

Because positive emotions don't need a deep reason. You don't think about the reason for every delicious or beautiful thing you see, do you?

The same goes for "Knights" songs. Even if they don't understand the meaning of the lyrics, we're still happy if they enjoy our songs, right?

This isn't a battlefield, it's a place where we can get away from the daily grind and enjoy the summer.

Leo: If we sing and dance as we always do, and if it touches someone's heart, why not?

Tsukasa: ……

Leo: Ooh, the song changed. The tempo increased♪

So, what do you think, Suo? Having fun?

Tsukasa: Umm, I am a little confused because it is a different color from what I am used to but.

You're right... Yes, I'm having fun.

......♪

A few hours later

Izumi: ...Ah, I got a reply from Kasa-kun. He said they would be arriving in a little while.

Ritsu: Roger that~ The wind feels so nice. I wish it was like this during the day.

Izumi: Tomorrow would be pretty cloudy, so it should be easy for you to move around, but the last day would be sunny.

If you don't think you can do it, why don't you tell me in advance? It would be a big problem if you fall off the stage.

Ritsu: Umu. As you would expect, I wouldn't want to be exposed in the sun at all.

...Secchan, what's wrong? Are you thinking about dinner?

Izumi: That's not it.

Ritsu: I hear they're famous for their night stalls, so I understand.

Izumi: I told you that's not it. Stop teasing me.

Ritsu: Sorry, sorry. It's night, after all. I'm feeling good.

Since I'm the only one here, you can talk to me if you want. I'll listen to you.

Izumi: ...Actually, I was hoping for a bit more.

"Knights" has performed overseas, so I thought there might be people who knew us here.

But as you can see, reality is not so easy. Not everything is as it seems.

I know that in the wider world, you'll have to work hard to get recognized. Butー

...Here I am.

Ritsu: ……

...You're not going to give up that easily, are you?

Don't worry. We and all of Secchan's fans are always looking out for you.

I know that you're easy to make enemies, you're easy to misunderstand, and you're also easy to lose your temper but.

Izumi: Kuma-kun?

Ritsu: We still support you, even if you're like that. We love you.

So don't worry, Secchan, you can just stay as the Secchan you are now.

If you don't lose yourself, the number of people who look at you will increase little by little.

Izumi: ...Hmm. Is that supposed to comfort me?

"Little by little". Hey, I'm really greedy. I want all of it, all at once, 'kay?

……

Leo: O~i! Sena! Rittsu!

Good evening! Hmm, you just woke up so I guess it's "good morning"?

Izumi: You're late. Where were you wandering off without us?

Arashi: It was Izumi-chan who wanted to take the day off, and you're being so mean?

Leo: Wahaha! The ability to speak lightly is a sign that you're feeling better...☆

Suo~ Where are we going to eat dinner?

Tsukasa: A stall near the Hotel. I will show you around, please follow me.

Five minutes later

Izumi: (...Huh? Everyone has already started eating. I guess I'm the last one.)

Sorry for the wait. I've never seen all these dishes before, so it took me a while to choose.

Leo: Sena! Open your mouth!

Izumi: Haa? What's wrong with you all of a sudden?

Leo: Just do it, a~n♪

Izumi: Hey wait, don't you feed me!

Ritsu: You shouldn't resist. Because everyone here has been fed by him.

Izumi: What the? Is this some kind of gameー

Ack!?

Leo: What do you think? It's delicious, isn't it?

Izumi: It's good... But, don't just shove it in my mouth.

Leo: Sorry, sorry! I just wanted to feed Sena, too~♪

It's got a different crunch to it, but it's still good! I love it!

It's good for your health! The people at the stall said so, so it must be true!

...Ooh, speak of the devil, it's the man from the stall! Uchuu~☆

You had the wrong amount of change, so you came all the way down here to give it to me? That's very kind of you, thank you.

Izumi: You speak Japanese? ...I see, you learnt it naturally because of the large number of Japanese customers?

...No, no, we're not here to look around. It's for a job. We're "idols".

Arashi: Eh, you don't know what an "idol" is? "How is it different from "boy bands?" you say?

Idols are... we sing and dance together. Hmm... I guess "multi-talented" is the right word for it?

But "boy bands" are also involved in talent shows, so it's hard to explain.

Izumi: ...You, you're a local, so you know about [SSF], right?

We "Knights" will be performing on the last day, so if you have time, please come see us.

It doesn't matter if we're idols or a boy band, it's just a classification for convenience.

"Knights" is just "Knights" after all. I'm hoping that you'll get to know us.

Ritsu: ......♪

Izumi: What's with that look?

Ritsu: I was just thinking that for someone like Secchan, that was a great thing to say.

It's supposed to be cloudy tomorrow, so we'll be able to go out together. Su~chan, can you make a schedule for us?

Tsukasa: Fumu. Alright then, I'll formulate a few candidates.

Leo: Ooh! At last, all of us are available! Alright! The five of us are going to have a lot of fun...☆

< EPISODE 9 END >

Story: "Summer Breeze!" [Sunshine Shimmering in a Foreign Land]

Story by: ゆーます

Collaborator: 日日日

Season: Summer

Characters in this Episode: Leo, Tsukasa, Izumi, Ritsu, Arashi

Reminder: I did not create this story, but I translated it, so please refrain from reposting my translation on other social media platforms.

I apologize if there are any mistakes as well.

(Prev - All - Next) Thank you for reading!

#ensemble stars #enstars #leo tsukinaga #tsukasa suou #izumi sena #ritsu sakuma #arashi narukami

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idamariaw · 3 years

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A one-shot where you meet a british man, a bit clumsy for his own good sometimes but at least it brought him to you.

This is dedicated to @atlafan, Happy Birthday 🌸

The air was humid, warm and had a strong scent of your favourite jasmin bodywash as you carefully stepped out of the bathtub to continue to get ready for your date tonight. A date that you’ve been looking forward to all week and made it way easier to get through classes and exams, even though you didn’t know much about Harry yet. That was his name, Harry Styles.

You met him just over a month ago in the coffee shop near your apartment where you spend most off your afternoons to study or read, the earthy and warm environment having a calming effect and the staff always sweet. You were reading an article for your course in political science, Stevie Nicks ’Wild Heart’ playing with your notes and books neatly in a pile by your side as eveything sudden flew to the ground with a large thud. It startled you a bit and you took your headphones off to register what caused the mess while you heard a voice beneeth you along your dropped belongings,

”Shit! I-i’m so sorry. My guitar bag got stuck in the corner of your books, I really didn’t mean to.”

A mop of chocolate curls cought your eyes while speaking to you with his deep voice and keeping to apologize even though it didn’t matter, you knew it was an accident. After picking up your things he got up to his feet and you got the oppurtunity to really look at him now. Tall, broad build at the shoulders, skinny jeans with a button up in different patterns, curls to his chin and the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen.

”I’m so fuckin’ clumsy, first time at this coffee shop and this happens.” Now you noticed he had an accent, a british one? Well if your cheeks weren’t burning before they sure were now.

”Oh no it’s okay! I promise. Accidents happen, i’m pretty clumsy myself so you’re not alone. I was getting zoned out on my work anyway so you helped me with that” You said with a smile to reasure you’re not irritated or anything.

”Thank you for trying to make me feel better, but your muffin got on the ground as well. Let me buy you another please?” He furrowed his eyebrows a bit and pouted his heartshaped lips and you just couldn’t say no.

”Oh and I’m Harry by the way, Harry Styles.”

After that you asked him to sit down with you and tried to give him a good impression of the shop although it’s caotic beggining. You learned that he actually was brittish, was majoring in English Literature, wrote music and sang covers with his band.

You met him every now and then the following weeks and after sharing a carrot cake with a latte a few days ago he finally got the courage to ask you what you thought about for weeks,

”Would you be willing to see me outside this coffee shop for dinner on Friday? Please?”

And here you were, freshly out the bath and in your closet looking for an outfit. It was early autumn and Harry said he’d pick you up at 6, so a leo printed long skirt and a sage green knitted sweather along with maroon converse and a bamboo knitted purse with some jewelry would work. A pretty little matching lace bralette and panties underneath just in case things would go that way. Just as you put on a layer of your strawberry flavoured lip gloss you heard the doorbell ring and your heart skipped a beat. You looked over yourself once more before getting your purse and rushed to the door.

There he stood, so good looking it almost made you angry, with his signature black skinny jeans, a black button up, brown boots, a tan coat and hair up in a bun.

”Hello darling, I’m sorry if i’m a tad early. These are for you by the way.” He came in for a hug and kissed your cheek as he handed you a bouquet of red roses and you got a chance to take in his strongly scented perfume that consumed your senses.

”No I was just ready so it’s okay! Wow thank you, i’ve never gotten flowers before. I’m just gonna put these in a vase and I’ll be right with you.” He furrowed his eyebrows a bit as he leaned against the treeshold.

”Really? Hm I’ll remember that then. I’ll just wait by the car, we’re going for a drive about 20 minutes away if that’s okay. Take your time darling.”

As said, he waited by the car and opened the door for you on the passenger side and then you were on you way.

”Can I have a guess at where we’re going? Dinner somewhere maybe?” You asked even though you didn’t really have any but you’ve always loved surprises and he didn’t even know that.

”Well you can guess darling but i’m not sure you’re gonna figure it out that easy. But yes, we will have dinner in a way.” He answered you with a crooked smirk, showcasting his dimples.

After the 20 minute drive he parked by a black steele double gate leading the way to something you were quite familiar with but haven’t visited in ages.

”The botanical garden?” You asked surprised while Harry opened the door for you to step out.

”Yeah, is that alright with you? I figured as you like the atmosphere at the coffee shop so much this could be nice.” He said a bit shyly.

”Are you kidding me? Ofcourse I love it, I used to be here as a kid with my parents a lot but haven’t been in ages!”

”Thank god, I got nervous there for a second. I’m just gonna get some things in the car but you can start walking up and I’ll meet you at the front.” He said as he started to pick some things out from the back.

You felt giddy and excited as you approach the building and started to walk up to the front like Harry told you. It was when you came to the entrance that you noticed it’s closed and locked. Did Harry know this? Then you felt a hand at the small of your back and the smell of his perfume announced his presens as you turned around and what you saw made you melt to a puddle inside. The guitarbag was secured aganist his back and in his arms he held a picnic basket with a blanket and filled with all kind of goods.

”An evening picnic at the botanical garden with some live music, can’t go wrong with that can we?” He said with a cheeky shrug even though you could sense the nerves in his eyes.

”Seriously? That’s so nice Harry, oh my god. It’s to much to be honest. But how do we get in? And is it even aloud?” You didn’t want to doubt him or his plans but you couldn’t help it as it was actually closed.

”Hm don’t need to doubt me darling. I know the owners son as I helped him with a poem analysis in our class so he owned me a favour.” He explanied as he fished up the key in his coatpocket and opened the door with ease.

The setting and environment was everything you remembered from when you were younger and visited this place, green and thriving plants and vegetation everywhere, even a little pond in the middle with a fountain. The ceiling was made of pure glass so you could clearly see the sky that began to darken and stars starting to shine through, it was breathtaking.

”I was thinking we could set up and get up these stairs close to the roof to we get the best view.” You heard Harry speak up as he lead the way up to a white spiral stair that got you to a spot near the roof to spread out everything and sit comfortably.

He really didn’t spare anything on the food or drink, a nice rosé wine, fruits and berries of all kinds and a fancy charcuterie board.

”Harry I hope you know that you didn’t really need to do so much for our date, a romcom with a burger and fries would have been just as nice. But I really appriciate this, thank you so much.” So said honestly because it was true, just being with him was more than enough.

”Thank you for being honest darling but it’s not to much. You deserve the effort and I want to show you how important this is for me, how important you are for me. Feed me a strawberry please? And do you have any song requests?” He said as he brought up the guitar from its bag.

”Maybe ’Leather and Lace’ by Stevie Nicks if you know that one?” You asked softly as you brought the strawberry to his pouty heartshaped lips and your throat got a bit dry when he hummed against the fruit as he took a bite.

”Mmh, thank you darling. And yes I know that one, a pretty big Stevie fan myself actually.”

He said as he started to play the strings on the guitar, the melody started to fill the garden and softly singing the lyrics made everything complete. It was almost like the man in front of you couldn’t be real with how perfect he looked.

”You’ve been staring at my lips quite a lot this evening.”He said taking out of your trance and making you blush down your neck.

”W-what? Oh i’m sorry Harry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” You started to explain yourself but he cut you off quickly,

”Shh, no darling it didn’t make me uncomforable at all. Come here please.” He made grabby hands at you as you sat opposite to him on the blanket so you could come up to his lap.

”I promise you it didn’t. I’ve been looking at you too you know, so beautiful today it makes my heart ache. So happy and thankful, proper cuite you are. Must have the sweetest mouth to. Would you let me have a taste?” He said as his fingers came to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and lips almost touching yours.

”Yes Harry please.” You almost whimpered against his mouth until you felt his lips softly pressing aganist yours. You shifted in his lap to wrap your fingers in the nape of his neck below the bun to deepen the kiss, Harry leaning back to take a breath.

”Tastes like strawberrys darling, gonna give me a toothache with this sweet mouth of yours.”

You continued to kiss for a while and as he moved down to your neck he felt you shift against him more and he got the courage to lay you down on the blanket and hover over you to get better acess to the rest of you.

”Can I take this off? Or will you be cold?” He asked while playing with the hem of your sweather.

”No I want it off please, I won’t be cold.” You barely finished the sentence before the sweather was off and Harry started to kiss from you neck down to the crease of your breasts.

”Smells like flowers darling, and so soft. Perfect tits you have.” His raspy voice sent a shudder down your core the same time as he carefully touched your breasts and started to kiss them through your lacy bralette.

”What’s this hm? A fuckin nipple piercing? Almost as if you’re tryin to kill me, fuck.” Oh yeah, you almost forgot about that one in your right nipple and he sucked and nipped at it as a man obsessed.

Being teased and played with for so long now made you whimper again and you tried to buck your hips into him for more friction now as you started to ache from your lower region.

Harry noticed this and made the decision to use this against his favor.

”Do you want my mouth somewhere else darling? Seems like your aching pretty bad. Or fingers maybe? Need you to talk to me.”

”Yes please, I want your mouth on me so bad. Please Harry.” If you weren’t so worked up you would feel embarassed for your neediness but you just couldn’t care right now.

”So polite, ofcourse I’ll give it to you. Anything you want, you’ll have. Can I take the skirt off?”

You nodded quickly and he got down so he was facing your core and budged up the skirt around your hips. He kissed your mound over your panties and looked up at you with a cheeky smirk.

”Matching knickers, hm? You’re flattering me darling, being so pretty for me.”

”I-i was just being hopeful…” You let out a breathy laugh at his observation feeling the blush creeping to your cheeks again.

”I was to if i’m being honest but I didn’t want to push you into anything, i’m so thankful that you let me see you like this but I really want to take these of as pretty as they may be and taste you properly. Smells so fuckin’ good I’m going insane.” He took the panties of and let out a low growl while spreading you open with his fingers and see how you were glistening from the wetness under the starlight. Going in for a long stripe with his tounge from your slit to your swollen nub, sucking and nibbling at it just the right way to make you give out a loud shaky moan. He continued playing with your clit with his tounge and lapping up all the sweetness he could get while he felt your legs starting to shake against his head and your moans only got louder.

”Making such pretty noices for me darling, keep going. Need to know that I make you feel good. Want my fingers as well while I play with your clit? Already so swollen for me.”

”Yes fuck i’m gonna cum soon, please Harry I want your fingers please…”It was all you could say before you felt two of his fingers press against your slit and tounge going back to your clit. Your hands found his hair and he let put a growl against you as you tugged on it harder than you intendent, small strais of hair coming out from the bun.

”You can cum darling, I’ve got you. Being so good for me and letting go like this. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had, so so fucking good for me. Let me have it, please.” He continued to thrust his fingers as he said his dirty words and that sent you off the edge and gave you the most intense orgasm of your life. Small tears rolled down your cheeks and Harry kissed your inner thighs to help you come down. He licked his fingers clean and covered you again with the skirt, going up to face you and kiss your lips.

”Mmh, hi pretty girl. Felt good?” He asked nuzzling against your nose and stroking your cheek.

”Oh my god, yes. You’re literally perfect Harry, thank you.” You closed your eyes and cuddled into his side as he laid beside you looking up to the stars against the glass ceiling.

”No I’m not darling but thank you. What do you say about cleaning up and head over to mine, watch a movie and I can make you a cuppa? Sounds good?” He asked you before whispering quitly to himself ”And thank god for me being a clumsy fool.”

#harry styles preferences #harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles story

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leo-blackwoodrp · 2 years

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Good Investments || Open Starter

Utopia was a thriving community, the low crime rates, the financial status and job opportunities combined with an idyllic look of modern and homey made Utopia live up by its name as many people found the dream home in this Southern California land. Over five years ago, Leo Blackwood moved from Boston looking for a new opportunity because his hometown had too many disappointments for him to bare if he stayed around to feel them. Running away from his ghosts, the man took whatever could fit in his car and travelled across the country hoping to find a little bit a peace, and with time… the man did. He put his money and best efforts to build something from the ground up. Growing up, the man was incredibly social which was a contrast to his best friend Jackson who usually was a little more reserved than he was; Leo enjoyed going out with friends and often was the one to know which places were worth going to despite lines and prices. Even though he had become more reserved after finding the truth of his roots and going through a painful relationship, the man’s dream was to have a bar, a nice place that people would enjoy drinks and even food, a place filled with laughter and music… a place where sadness was the last thing people could think about.

Sadness was impossible to avoid though, as many of his regular clients came to the Honey Rooftop often to drown their sorrows in hard liquor and attempt to forget whatever pain they were carrying in their chest even if it was for a little while. Clients like Camila Grey whose bright smile had toned down in the past couple of years and seemed more rehearsed these days. Clients like Lorenzo Torres who was close enough to leave Leo without any inventory on some occasions because of how much he drank, the extremely antisocial man repealed anyone who could ever be close to talking to him every time with his personality and usually angry responses; many assuming he was just bitter and crazy but the bar owner thought of the possibility that he had simply been through too much to be “normal” anymore, he didn’t like to judge him, god knew he wasn’t worthy of judging anyone. But even so, there were other people who brought laughter and joy to the place, like the Kwon siblings who were very much known for being the life of the party any day. That night a large group of friends came in with two people who were like Utopia royalty as they were Olympic athletes who had made into the history books and brought the community’s pride even higher.

Wiping the counter with a cloth the man looked over at the sea of people the filled up every corner of his bar that night, there were suddenly a lot of college aged student which was a bit rare. Sure people of all legal ages visited Honey Rooftop but he couldn’t remember seeing that many Gen Z customers before. “Spring break already passed right?” He mumbled to himself before looking at his watch thinking he needed a break if he was going to survive the night.

“Hey, ten-minute break. I’ll be outside if you need anything.” He said to two of his employees before putting the cloth away and the moved from behind the bar and headed towards the entrance. Once outside, the man looked up at the sky for a second as he took a deep breath to enjoy the fresh air before he moved away from the door and rested his back on a wall as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and light it up, inhaling the smoke and holding it for a moment only to realize it a few seconds later.

“Well I guess this means I invested in the right thing.” He said as he looked at line that was still forming, waiting to be able to get inside his bar. “That’s insane.”

#Open #Utopiastarter

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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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For the Thank You Next can you do Imagine with James Potter?

thank you, next.

james potter x slytherin!fem!reader

summary: you go through the stages of love till you find your person.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: mutual pinning, over use of sarcasm it’s so bad, SWEARING, kissing, mentions of kissing, mentions of an arm falling off, mentions of injury

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‘Thought I'd end up with Sean

But he wasn't a match

Wrote some songs about Ricky

Now I listen and laugh

Even almost got married

And for Pete, I'm so thankful

Wish I could say "thank you" to Malcolm

'Cause he was an angel’

one day, when you’re young, your mother tells you, ‘there’s lots of fish in the sea, but you have to wait for the right catch’ or maybe that was just your deranged mother. normally, you thought all of that was bullshit. a slytherin princess should never be mistreated, someone whomst you honour and adore with all in your beating heart; turns out slytherin boys didn’t get the fucking memo.

the only person who did understand was the one and only, regulus arcturus black. but you unfortunately lacked sexual attraction to him so therefore you couldn’t date him, so that was a feigning issue. evan rosier was fit, top of his classes and a quite nice mop of blonde on his head, he was a quidditch player and a pureblood slytherin; so etiquette is to be clearly expected. too other schoolmates, especially the fawning girls of almost every house, he was probably the full package, one of the alpha males that roamed the hallways at hogwarts; oh were those girls the biggest knob heads to exist.

turns out he was just the biggest fucking dick to ever walk the planes of the earth, he ran around with idiots like lucius malfoy— another mistake of the century, and little severus snape; thank merlin, and salazar slytherin themselves you never resorted to him.

‘One taught me love

One taught me patience

And one taught me pain

Now, I'm so amazing

Say I've loved and I've lost

But that's not what I see

So, look what I got

Look at what you taught me

And for that, I say’

normally your first couple of boyfriends should teach you something out of the relationship, maybe what you needed to strengthen for the next time you were in an intimate relationship, like trust, communication, maybe even sexual intimacy.

all these absolute dunces taught you was to pick your boyfriends better, and to stay away from every slytherin male that had ever entered hogwarts. evan— oh, he only taught you that everyone and everything was a priority over you, always the ‘talk to you later.’ and the casual, ‘blowjob?’ comments; absolutely fucking arse. lucius, couldn’t forget his moto in your mind even if you jammed it in your strongly-witted brain that money was power and money over any atom to every exist.

regulus understood, strict pureblood parents but he still understood how to treat a partner. i guess it was nice not picking up every habit of walburger and onion— sorry, walburga and orion, noble heirs of the house of black. yeah, did i mention they were second cousins?

‘Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)’

“you could always hang out with my brothers mates, i see them not casually oogling you.” oh regulus, sometimes you did lack the slytherin wit and ambition. he was sprawled on the malachite coloured couch, a pearly white quill fumbled between his slender digits as he started aimlessly into oblivion at the dying out fire in the midst of the frigid common room.

“yeah, let me go hang out with my best friends brothers friends, slytherin haters! such a good idea, reg. maybe they should’ve put you in ravenclaw from that amazing idea!” if you were sarcastic before, there aren’t a non-vulgar amount of words in the universe to describe the tremendous mockery in your tone; as you intensely stared into the crevices of the ceiling while laying on the opposite viridescent sofa.

“merlin, tone down the sarcasm a bit? i was just offering, it’s not like your a pureblood, or a prat.” regulus offered, looking at your form, your elbow now covering your eyes and making recurring heavy sighs every few minutes. “being a half-blood is enough for hatred, regulus, m’dear.” you sighed again, in defeat. hopeless romantic and hated by many, fantastic, am i right?

‘Spend more time with my friends

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Plus, I met someone else

We're havin' better discussions

I know they say I move on too fast

But this one gon' last

'Cause her name is Ari

And I'm so good with that (so good with that)’

don’t think, breath and just do what your heart tells you to. fuck that— panic, cry, scream, whatever, be scared. you were gaping at the red mass and overdue of shades, it wasn’t ugly but definitely not the prettiest colour to exist; mixed with mustard yellow. gryffindor students absolutely covered in both. well students, no, james potter, yes.

he happen to be your victim, well friend of sirius; regulus did say after all they oogled you, whatever that meant. you both played quidditch, pretty decent grades, both had good humour, your more so, i mean c’mon you couldn’t find that wit just anywhere, and well you could be best friends. well friends, acquaintances, maybe one, possibly. if only you had the confidence of a leo male, all you needed was to strut over to the damn quidditch field and say something, literally anything.

so that’s exactly what you did, your shoes crunching against the no-longer damp grass, dry after morning dew showers. your bag hanging off of your left arm, your head preoccupied with ways on how to greet someone because slytherin etiquette right now was not the way to go; it would only cause assumptions and stereotypes. i mean who the actual fuck says, ‘how do you do?’ anymore.

‘She taught me love (love)

She taught me patience (patience)

She handles pain (pain)

That amazing (yeah, she's amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I say’

enemies, nope. acquaintances, don’t think so. friends, getting there. close friends, i would say. if someone ever said they saw james fleamont potter hanging around a slytherin they would’ve assumed that someone was knocked upside the head with the biggest beaters bar you could find, but the green and red weren’t that bad of a mix after all.

henceforth, here you were giggling like school girls with james fucking potter right by the black lake. “james, respectfully, stop carrying that stupid snitch everywhere. doesn’t it weigh down your pockets?” you queried the boy who was fumbling with the golden snitch for the past three minutes, flipping his hair so he could knock the brunette tendrils from his eyes while he gaped at you.

you were glowing— the sun at its highest peek, he could’ve been on his knees thanking albus dumbledore in his office for free period; knowing james we would’ve offered to comb his beard and maybe even a shampoo and condition it while he was at it.

your eyes glittered as you chortled at him for dropping that stupid ball for the third time, your hair dancing in the wind like it was a routine, a perfect routine, your teeth glinting at the suns ethereal rays that hit you just right. imagine if james’ foolish cocky mask instead would’ve rejected your offer of friendship that one humid day on the quidditch pitch— he would’ve been the biggest git to ever stride the planet.

‘Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (next)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Thank you, next’

friends, that’s what it was suppose to be. pals, mates, schoolmates, whatever the fuck you called it. it wasn’t suppose to be frenemies, to friends to lovers! you weren’t suppose to notice the navy blue flecks of colour in his cerulean eyes, the way his lips curled in a smile after he caught that silly snitch that blazed the thick sure after a hefty match, the way he brushed the tresses of hair behind your ears when the wind was assaulting your face and you were basically swallowing your hair.

now sitting with him in the library you were mentally stabbing your stygian heart, why men. why do they do things, why do men sometimes have the decency to show sympathy, and partiality with their friends. he hugged you, he kissed your forehead when you felt dejected, james potter went through the slytherin common room to bring you chocolates on your period. which fucking gryffindor would do that, huh? definitely not frank longbottom or fabian prewett.

his hand scathed yours as he pointed at how to make a draught of peace potion, his hand was warm and smooth but only from what you touched— you could see slight callouses forming on the pads of pads palm from broom handling, and the small cracks in his knuckles from the lacking use of lotion. you felt the rapid rate of your heart merely increasing at the minute from the slight touch, a rush of rose clouded your cheeks. this was so embarrassing.

‘One day I'll walk down the aisle

Holding hands with my mama

I'll be thanking my dad

'Cause she grew from the drama

Only wanna do it once, real bad

Gon' make that last

God forbid something happens

Least this song is a smash (song is a smash)’

you were mid flight, smashing a bludger in the direction of the vermillion colours. even when you were immensely sweaty, intensely panting, abundantly tired, and your arm looked like it wanted to fall off he wanted to kiss the energy back into you. james loved winning against slytherin, it might’ve been his favourite thing at hogwarts; but he would murder a pack of death eaters if it meant he got to see your smile when your emerald-clad seeker clutched that small golden ball.

both teams landed, a handshake due for the game to be over after almost two continuous hours of playing and that stubborn ball blazing the air. he meant to walk over there, a hug overdue in his prideful way of saying congratulations but he did not think that he would’ve strided over to your panting figure and clasped your soft cushion lips with his own parched ones from the continuous heaving in his breath.

your lips tasted of peach, hints of mango. your lips dried of chapstick but still smooth— feeling the grooves in your lips, they were puffy and swollen probably from the tremendous amount of times you had bitten your lips in anxiety. your lips disconnected for a moment, suddenly realizing that you had an audience of your fellow slytherins, your enemy gryffindors and not one but two shocked crowds of hufflepuffs and ravenclaws suddenly watching the private scene unfold.

james cleared his throat, looking at your grinning face that was encased between his palms, your face was significantly flushed, your chest moving every millisecond at the loss of breath in your lungs. “good, uh, good game james.”

‘I've got so much love (love)

Got so much patience (patience)

I've learned from the pain (pain)

I turned out amazing (turned out amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I'll say’

cocky, quidditch captain, school prankster, pureblood gryffindor, and head boy. that to the peering eyes of hogwarts was james potter, but he was so much more than that. he was like an onion, gross comparison but for the sake of it you’ll use it, he had layers but everyday it’s like you cried a little less and you peeled just a bit more.

he was benevolent, he guided first years to common rooms and sometimes he studied with fourth year hufflepuffs. he was sensible, sometimes, he helped out madame pomfrey in the healers wing when remus had been injured from a full moon along with any remaining students in the ward from previous incidents, not to mention, you did uncover remus’ ‘furry secret’ and swore to secrecy. and most of all, james was cherishing, he actually did give a fuck when you had a bad day, he stroked your back and hummed you stupid baby lullabies.

i mean could you imagine lucius malfoy and evan rosier humming a girl lullabies when they were upset? celebratory kisses after quidditch, bringing you snacks while you were overwhelmed in school work and actually made an effort in the relationship? they would’ve bought you a pair of red bottoms and called it a day.

‘Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (next)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Yeah’

there was infact one thing that your past relationships taught you;

never date a man to ever be put in the slytherin house ever again.

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erinhysh · 3 years

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𝗥𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 / 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 1

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Severe Malnutrition.

Season : Autumn

Location : Park

Leo : Funfufu~n ♪

Wahaha! The inspiration is springing up!

My body is in great shape today, my hands are creating a masterpiece…☆

After all, I AM a genius! Wait no, maybe even God!? Geez, I’m imitating Shu like this…. ♪

Mika laying down on the floor

Leo : Hee… is that a dead person!?

Ee, what, no is he only unconscious?

(Mmh.. his body is warm, and his heart is still beating when I touched it…..)

(It means he’s still alive, right? But the breathing is really shallow and unstable~, the rhythm is really strange too!)

(Oh, this is an emergency! Call an ambulance!)

(Aah, but I don’t have a phone, I don’t have a wallet either! I have nothing except talent!)

(That’s enough for me though, Wahaha!)

(But this isn’t the time to be laughing.. M~mh, what should I do?)

(For now, I can carry him to school since its near the park..)

(Yeah, I can carry him to the infirmary! If someone passes by, I can borrow their phone to call an ambulance!)

(Yep, let’s go with that!)

Hey, I’m gonna carry you to the infirmary for the time being

You don’t have any visible injuries… So I think it’s fine to move you around a bit

You might feel slightly uncomfortable, but it’s unavoidable!

Let’s go~ Woop!

Leo Struggling to carry Mika

H– he’s heavy! No, it’s probably just the effects of living a hikikomori [1] life making my muscles weak

Even after returning, everyone in Knights will still be the ones carrying heavy things

Mika : Mmh….. Oshi-san, I’m sorry….?

Leo : Mmh? Are you sleeping or something! Or are you up already? Honestly~ if you’re up, I want you to walk on your own!

You’re wearing the school uniform, so you’re also a Yumenosaki High student right? You’re a high school student for sure!

Be sure to stand up and walk on your own then!

Aa, he fell asleep again… Guu, he’s really a handful to take care of!

Can’t be helped, I guess I’ll have to carry him

I haven’t really used this much strength, my muscles are being worked up after a long time

Let’s go!

Uuu, step by step~!

(…But, he’s really light for someone his height)

(Maybe I’m not strong, that’s why he’s heavy…. But it feels like just skin and bones, or is it because he fainted?)

(Is he filled with cotton instead of organs?)

(Mmmh, I feel like I’ve se~en him somewhere before? Who though?)

(Forget it! I mean, I’m wasting calories on my thoughts!)

(Hurry up! He might die if you keep being this slow)

Location : School Infirmary

Adonis : We’ve arrived at the infirmary

Leo : Mh! Thanks, I’m glad you took my place carrying the unconscious kid for me!

I feel like I’d fall unconscious too if I carried him all by myself

I’m really grateful~, and sorry were you suppose to do your club activity? You look really scary but you’re actually really nice, Rei’s kid ♪

Adonis : My name is Adonis Otogari, not Rei’s Kid. Have you forgotten about my name, Tsukinaga-senpai?

Leo : Is that so? Sorry sorry! I’m not interested in remembering names

But your name is really nice, Adonis based on the Greek myth right?[2]

The tears of a Goddess who’s mingled with his blood, and produced anemones!

The story alters a lot!

Aa, more inspiration is springing!

Let’s dedicate this song with gratitude so you won’t ever forget your name, let’s name it “Adonis” ~♪

Adonis Ignoring Leo and laying Mika down on the bed

Adonis : This is fine, for the time being. You can rest nicely on this soft bed

Leo : Mmh! One case is settled!

Gosh, I’m really impatient, my lifespan has been shortened down! Even with a free live, I don’t think I can live long!

….This looks like he’s been like this. How did he fell unconscious, really? Do you know anything about this Adonis?

Adonis : I don’t know myself, but it seems like he has fell unconscious multiple times. He refuses to eat, and also seems malnourished and anemic

In other words, eating meat might solve the problem. I happened to brought a kebab with me, so I’ll give it to him when he wakes up

Do you also want to eat, Tsukinaga-senpai? Eat meat

Leo : Ah, I’ve seen this in some countries! It really does smell like this~, do you always carry food with you?

Adonis : It was a coincidence. I was running for the track and field club activity….

I was hit with the smell of meat, and it turns out I was standing in front of a kebab stand near the school

The stands here are the best, I even know the owner

It’s not the best to put something in your stomach while running, but I was asked to sample a new product….

I failed and gave into trying the food

Besides, it was really delicious so I went to grab my wallet and bought more….. I really am weak

Leo : But isn’t it okay? Abstinence just a shortcut to enlightenment, but humans should basically be able to eat and do whatever they want!

I like that one better ~♪

Hikikomori means severe social withdrawal with no outside contact at all.

It’s Basically a story about a guy named Adonis and the Goddess Aphrodite. They’re lovers, but Adonis got mauled by a wild boar one day. He died in Aphrodite’s hands, and her tears mingled with his blood and it created a flower known as anemone

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#ensemble stars #leo tsukinaga #mika kagehira #tsumugi aoba #adonis otogari #enstars translations #Scout! Teddy Bear #enstars

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wonder-womans-ex · 4 years

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‘Cause Boy I was Made for You

By wonder-womans-ex for @inloveoknutzy Sweater Weather secret santa exchange 2020

When Remus Lupin was eleven years old, he learned about soulmates.

“Almost everyone gets a soulmark on their nineteenth birthday,” Mr. Holliday, his fifth-grade teacher, had explained. “A design, like a tattoo, on their left wrist. And out there, somewhere, someone will have a matching one.

“Some people don’t get them until later—no one knows why. Some don’t get them at all. It’s rare, but some people have more than one soulmate, or their soulmate changes.

“Can anyone tell me why this might be?”

Trust a teacher to turn this into a lesson, Remus thought, and put up his hand.

“Because people change, and the person who your soul matches could change, too?”

“Very good, Mr. Lupin.”

***

When Sirius Black was eleven years old, his parents kept him home from school. Instead, they sat him down at the dining room table—which was only ever used for special occasions; he couldn’t fathom why this might be considered one—and told him three things.

“One,” Walburga said, bony fingers and long nails that reminded Sirius of talons drumming on the centuries-old wood, “your career comes first. Always. No matter who your soulmate turns out to be or how you feel about it, you are expected to make the choice that benefits yourself and your role in this family.”

“Two,” Orion put in, “you are the only person who can prove who your soulmate is. If the reality is something that puts your future or your reputation at risk, lying is the best option. Remember, listen to your head, not your wrist.”

“Three—” this was Walburga again, “—your soulmark, when you get it, will remain covered at all times. No one else is permitted to see it. Are we clear?”

Sirius nodded.

“Speak up!”

“Yes, Mother. Yes, Father.”

***

When Remus Lupin was thirteen years old, he had his first kiss. It was with a girl from his first aid course to whom he’d never really talked before, and it was wet and clumsy and didn’t taste very nice. In six years when he got his soulmark, he probably wouldn’t even remember her name.

***

When Sirius Black was thirteen years old, he fell asleep in math class twice. He’d spent the entire night practicing—under his father’s instructions, of course—and the words in the textbook began to swim in front of his eyes.

His mother slapped him across the cheek when she found out. Though he told no one for a very long time, that was when he started drinking coffee.

***

When Remus Lupin was fifteen years old, he googled what if your soulmate doesn’t love you.

***

When Sirius Black was fifteen years old, he found out what it was like to be famous. He enjoyed it, at first. There was so much to enjoy: the attention from his parents, the people who recognized him in public and smiled, and the hockey.

The hockey was everything.

He wouldn’t have thought so, but it was freeing, really, to be on the ice, doing what he loved, and know that the whole world was watching. It showed him he was enough—better than enough. He was the best. He’d been working towards being best his whole life, and now he finally got to feel good about it. What wasn’t to like about that?

Amycus Carrow, apparently. The first guy on his team to notice he was different. “Queer,” he whispered, as Sirius packed his gear up.

Sirius wasn’t sure who he was trying to prove something to by sleeping with Janie Clearwater—Amycus or himself.

***

When Remus Lupin was seventeen years old, he and his mom picked his little brother Julian up from daycare. Jules had a crude drawing of a star on his wrist in green washable marker.

“My teacher has one! So I wanted one too!”

Remus smiled, ruffling Julian’s hair.

That night, he locked his bedroom door and looked up Sirius Black. Video after video of slapshots, passes, interviews, until he finally drifted off to sleep thinking that’s the sort of person I want to be loved by.

***

When Sirius Black was seventeen years old, he had his first panic attack. He wasn’t sure what triggered it; he wasn’t sure how he pulled himself out, but he ran a thumb over the red marks where his fingernails had dug into his skin and tried not to cry.

***

When Remus Lupin was nineteen years old, everything went wrong. He woke up on his birthday to his wrist itching, and it took all his willpower not to look at it. He wasn’t quite ready yet.

It was like Schrödinger’s cat, he reasoned—if he didn’t look, he couldn’t confirm what had been nagging at the back of his head for a while now. He couldn’t deny it, either, but it was better than nothing.

Julian ran to hug him when he got downstairs, grinning to show off his gap-toothed smile. “I got you a present! Wanna know what it is?”

“I think,” Remus told him, “I’m about to find out anyway.”

Two weeks later, Fenrir Greyback approached him in the locker room.

***

When Sirius Black was nineteen years old, he found himself signed to an NHL team he wasn’t supposed to be on and with a soulmark he could make neither head nor tail of: a silver wolf and black dog, intertwined like yin and yang, two crossed hockey sticks behind them. He remembered, distantly, being told that soulmarks were meant to make sense.

The black dog was probably meant to represent him—black dog, dog black (he still hadn’t forgiven his parents for that one)—and the hockey sticks almost definitely had something to do with, well, hockey, but the wolf he had no idea about.

***

It is now that these two stories meet. There is a split second, a fraction of time, and it seems as though the whole world is holding its breath. Will their paths cross, only to continue on their separate ways? Will they travel together for a time, before they are destined to part once more?

“Hello,” says Remus, and when Sirius holds his hand out coldly, their fate is decided.

***

“Pots, c’mere a second!”

Sirius is happy, almost. He’s got the team—he’s one of them, now, really and truly, but there’s something still off. He knows what it is, but he doesn’t want to.

“I’m coming, Captain! Keep your head on!”

James comes to a stop in front of him. “Hi. What do you need?”

“Please poke Dumo.” A few of the guys chuckle, and this makes Sirius smile. He likes making other people laugh.

“What, and you needed me for that? You couldn't do it yourself?”

Finn walks into the room, then, jersey half on. “Why do it at all? What did poor old Dumo do to you, anyway?”

“Yeah,” Pascal says from where he’s sitting by his locker. “Respect your elders!”

“Elder, you say? Edging on retirement, are you?”

“Tais-toi!”

Glancing over to Remus, Sirius allows the barest flicker of a smile to pass over his face. He gets one in return.

“Alright, everyone get moving,” Coach tells them, opening the door and surveying where they’re all arranged, faces like guilty puppies. “You’re paid to play hockey, not sit on your asses and gossip. Practice starts in five minutes, or you run laps around the outside of the rink. In skates.”

Most of them groan, and Kasey downs a Powerade. “Well, boys, that’s my cue.”

James is the next to go, then Finn, then Logan. Leo and Talker continue their argument—something about George Harrison; Sirius isn’t really listening—out onto the ice, and Adam follows them with Olli and Nado close behind. Dumo winks at Sirius before he goes, too, and then it’s just the two of them.

“What did he do?” Remus asks, after Sirius has laced and relaced his left skate three times. “Dumo, I mean.”

“Nothing much. Just… well, if you must know, he put shaving cream in the fridge, once. Guess what I had on my waffles that morning.”

“Waffles aren’t on your diet plan.”

“It was last year.”

“And you waited until now to get James to poke him?”

He knows Remus can see right through him. He always can. “Never question the methods of a hockey player, Loops.”

He meant it as a joke, but Remus stiffens for some reason, jaw clenching and eyes darting away. There’s an awkward pause before Sirius says, “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be.”

“Right.” He clears his throat, trying in vain to find something else to say. He would be lying if he said Remus didn’t mean something to him—he knows it. But, after all, knowing something and acknowledging it are two very different things.

Sirius runs the laps.

***

That night, after practice, Remus is about to head for the bus station when Sirius steps in front of him. He’s walking backwards, even with his hockey bag slung over his shoulder, and Remus isn’t ashamed to say he’s a little impressed. (From a purely objective point of view, of course. It has nothing to do with Sirius and everything to do with the skill it would take, hypothetically, to do such a thing.) (He’s not fooling anyone, least of all himself.)

“Want a lift?”

“You don’t even know where I live.”

“Well, we’ll just have to fix that.”

Remus rolls his eyes; he pretends to think about it. “All right,” he says, finally. “On one condition.”

“Which is?”

“I get to choose the music.”

Sirius lets out one loud ‘ha!’ It’s the most beautiful thing Remus has heard in a long time. (That would go well: “Oh, I’ve changed my mind. No need to put on the radio, I’ll be content if you just keep laughing.”) (There’s a reason people like him are off to the side, out of sight, instead of right in the spotlight with a microphone.)

Remus is glad that Sirius waits until he’s parked outside Remus’s apartment building to bring up their earlier conversation. It says something that they say “So, about this evening—” in unison, but Remus isn’t going to think about that.

“You go first,” Sirius tells him, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. “Please.”

“I suppose,” Remus says, slowly, “That I haven’t quite been honest with you. Any of you. I wasn’t always a PT.”

“Of course not. You’re my age. You can’t have always worked for the Lions—before that you were a teenager. A student.”

Remus shakes his head. “No. Before that I was a player.”

“You played? Why’d you stop?”

“Bad hit,” he says, shrugging. “I’m over it. But I… I know what it’s like. The pressure. The rules. So, if you need someone to talk to… just remember—I know what the game does to a guy. You’re not the only one who’s been told to be something you aren’t by someone who forgets you’re a person off the ice, too.

“See you tomorrow, Cap. Thanks for the ride.”

***

Sirius is probably the one person in history who has managed to burn eggs without even turning the stove on.

“How on earth did that happen?” James asks when Sirius phones him.

“I dropped them into the toaster—hey! Stop laughing! It could happen to anyone!”

“Yes,” he hears from the other end of the line, “But it didn’t. It happened to you.”

It takes exactly two minutes and thirty-seven seconds after hanging up on James for Sirius to decide to call Remus. Cooking failures might not have been quite what Remus meant when he said Sirius could talk to him, but it’s the problem at hand right now.

(Remus laughs just as hard as James, but at least he has the decency to apologize for it afterwards.)

“Well,” he says, once he’s calmed down, “What are you going to eat now?”

“I’m not sure. Cereal?”

“Practice is in two and a half hours. You need more than that.”

“I’ll be—”

“If you end that sentence with ‘fine,’ I’ll take the laces out of your skates and strangle you with them. Do you want me to walk you through, I dunno, a pancake?”

“Sure. What do I need?”

“Flour, butter, eggs, milk…”

Twenty minutes later Sirius is left with milk on his shirt, flour in his hair, butter practically everywhere else, and a microwave that won’t start.

“I think,” he tells Remus, “I should have cereal.”

“You are going to eat a pancake if it’s the last thing I do—”

“Why don’t you just come over here and make it for me, then? I’m sure you’ll have more success.”

He holds his breath for a moment, hoping this wasn’t a step too far, before Remus responds. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll be over in… half an hour?”

“Sounds good.”

Click.

The instant the call is over, Sirius opens the freezer and grabs one of the popsicles he secretly has stashed there. They’re not part of his diet plan, but he needs one. Then he takes a sponge and starts trying to get the butter out of the sole of his shoe.

***

The first thought that crosses Remus’s mind is that Sirius’s tongue is purple from one of the popsicles he thinks no one knows about. If Remus kissed him, he’d probably taste like grapes. (The thought is banished from his mind the moment it enters.)

“So,” he says, surveying the damage. “I am going to teach you how to make a pancake.”

Sirius, it turns out, is infinitely better at following instructions when they’re simple, and the two of them work out a system quickly. Remus makes the pancake, Sirius gets the ingredients. It works.

“That’s salt, not sugar. Try again.”

(Most of the time, at least.)

“Really?” Sirius is squinting at the package. “Why doesn’t it say so?”

“It does. Right there.”

“How am I supposed to read that?”

“You need glasses, Cap.”

“I have glasses. I just never wear them.”

“What?” This is news to Remus. Visions of Sirius with glasses and bed hair are swimming in front of his eyes. “Why?”

A shrug. “I look stupid.”

“I’m pretty sure you’d be drop-dead gorgeous in anything.”

There’s a beat of silence. Remus realizes that, yes, he said that out loud. “I mean, all those fangirls certainly seem to think so.”

“Right. Yeah.” Sirius clears his throat.

“Anyway, pancakes! I think these are almost ready to cook—can you turn on the element?”

“The what now?”

“The element? The coil on the stove?”

“Should’ve just said that in the first place,” Sirius grumbles. “Fucking Americans.”

“Fucking French.”

Suddenly, Remus has a spatula pointed at his nose. He has to cross his eyes to see it properly. “Say that again; I dare you.”

“Fucking French?”

“Awright, that’s it! En garde, bitch!”

And so begins the great whisk-vs-spatula duel of 2020. There is very little batter left once they’re done—in the bowl, at least. Most of it is on their clothes.

They look at each other. “Cereal?”

“...Cereal.”

***

Kasey’s eyes go wide—almost comically so—when they show up to practice together.

“Cap giving rides?” He says, and Sirius isn’t sure what accent he’s trying to fake but he ends up sounding like a scandalized duchess from the movie adaptation of an Austen knockoff. (Maybe that is what he was going for. It’s hard to know, with Kasey.) “I thought the day would never come.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Remus’s elbow digs into Sirius’s rib cage. “You don’t want to say that. He tried to make me shut up this morning—it’s something I’ll never recover from.”

Sirius almost laughs at the expression Remus makes when he realizes exactly how that sounds.

“He dumped pancake batter down my shirt!”

“You didn’t!” The look on James’s face is aghast. “First the eggs, now this—what will people think?”

Finn looks up from his phone. “Eggs?”

“Sirius here dropped the eggs he was going to eat for breakfast into his—”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

Dumo slings an arm around his shoulders. “The price you must pay for telling James to poke me yesterday. Learn from this, mon fils. Learn.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, old man.”

“Treachery!”

Shrugging him off, Sirius grins. “I am the kitchen monster. Cross me and I will slaughter you in a food war.”

“Try me.” This is Logan speaking; Sirius hadn’t even realized he was there.

“You’ve been warned!”

***

“Look, there are twenty-two hockey players in this arena, and I ain’t one of them,” Moody says, and Remus can’t be sure, but he thinks Sirius looks at him.

***

“You’re favouring your right leg,” Remus comments as soon as Sirius is off the ice. “Want me to take a look?”

“It’s fine, really—”

“I’ll try again. Want me to take a look?”

“Yeah, that would be great. Thanks, Loops.”

“That’s what I thought you said.”

They walk into the PT room in businesslike silence, Sirius hoping all the way that one of them will break it. Neither does, and it isn’t until Remus has taken off both his skates for him, now expertly examining his left ankle, that he realizes what he should say.

“You mentioned you played, last night.”

The finger tracing his Achilles tendon stills. “I did.”

“Were you any good?” He knows, somewhere, that he’s entering forbidden territory. He can’t bring himself to care.

“I’d like to believe so.”

“Be honest.” Sirens are blaring in his head. He keeps going.

“There were rumours…” Remus bites his lip, glances away. “People said I was set for first.”

“What? How come you never said anything? C’mon, you need to play with us sometime, just scrimmage or something—”

“Maybe. That hit…”

“Right. God, I’m sorry, Rem.”

If Remus’s Adam’s apple bobs at the nickname, Sirius doesn’t notice. He certainly doesn’t try his best not to jump to conclusions. (Double negative; that’s a yes, a voice that sounds suspiciously like James’s says in his head. Shut up, he tells it.)

“It’s fine. Really. I just don’t like talking about it. And besides, I like this. Working with the team, even if I can’t be a part of it.”

“You are. A part of the team, I mean. Just as much as I am.”

“Sure.”

There’s another awkward pause before Remus clears his throat. “So, I’m gonna put on some anti-inflammatory gel because it’s a little swollen, but don’t get used to it. I want you to keep doing some stretches, not too much pressure. Capeesh?”

“What the fuck is a capeesh?”

“Just say it.”

“...Capeesh?”

“Awesome.”

Remus leans forward towards him, their foreheads almost touching. Sirius’s breath catches.

It’s over just as suddenly. The tube of extra-strength Voltaren is in Remus’s hand, and Sirius feels stupid for thinking he was going to—

Nope. Not thinking about that.

When he feels tears start to prick at his eyes, he glances up at the fluorescent lights overhead; at least then he’ll have an excuse. There’s a moth resting on one. Its wings flutter once, twice, then go still. Fragile things, moths are—maybe it’s died, maybe it hasn’t. He could read into that, but he won’t.

He jumps when the cool of the gel on Remus’s hands touches his foot. “Hey!” He yelps, looking quickly down.

Sirius hates to succumb to cliches, but he would be lying if he was to say his heart doesn’t still.

Because Remus has pulled the sleeves of his jacket up to his elbows, and his wrist is turned to the sky—to Sirius, who has seen that mark before somewhere.

Somewhere. He’s kidding himself. He’s seen it every day whenever he bothers to look at his own soulmark, and he’s seeing it again now.

“You know what, I’m fine,” he blurts out, shaking his ankle out of Remus’s grasp. “Thanks, though. See you later, Loops.”

***

Remus stays there for a second, watching Sirius leave. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, and he’s not sure he wants to.

When he gets up to leave, tossing the container towards the first aid kit on the bench and allowing himself a small smile when it lands perfectly inside, blood rushes to his head. He closes his eyes, waiting for the dizziness to pass.

And then he crashes into Finn.

“Whoa, sorry,” Remus says, stumbling backwards.

“Nah, don’t stress it. There’s just something I want you to check on.”

Remus is hit by a sense of deja vu. He wonders if Finn, too, is going to leave without explanation. He follows him back into the PT room, Finn gesturing for him to lock the door.

Though he may be the shorter of the two, Remus knows it’s his job to be the bigger person. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

Finn waits another moment before yanking one sleeve up to reveal three paw prints, each no bigger than a thumbnail, clustered together—one forest green, one golden, and one a deep navy blue.

“Your soulmark.” Remus doesn’t understand. “What? Is something wrong?”

“There’s three of them,” Finn says. “Which means there’s three of us.”

“You have two soulmates?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s fine, Finn. It may not be common, but it’s not unheard of. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.”

“It’s not that. It’s… hey, you can’t tell anyone this, okay?”

“I know. Doctor-patient confidentiality, remember?”

“Right.” Finn takes a breath, squeezing his eyes closed. “What if I told you I know who they are? Or I think I do?”

“Hypothetically?”

“Hypothetically.”

“Well, I’d ask you if they knew.”

“And I’d say I don’t think so. One of them’s pretty stubborn—wouldn’t see love if it stood up on the ice and sang the national anthem—and the other isn’t nineteen yet, so he doesn’t—I mean wouldn’t—have his mark yet.”

“His?”

Finn’s eyes widen. There is a pause before he nods, slowly. “Yeah. Got a problem?”

“Trust me, I’m the last person on earth who’d have a problem with something like that. Hypothetically.”

This, at least, earns Remus a smile. “Are you…?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Another pause. “What if I told you, still hypothetically, that they were both on the team?”

“Then I’d say get the fuck out of here and win them over before they start thinking you’ve forgotten about them.”

Finn, smiling ear to ear, starts to leave. “Wait,” he says, hand on the doorknob. “You said you were…”

“Gay.”

“Yeah. Do—do you know who your soulmate is?”

Remus opens his mouth to say ‘no.’ He really does. But what comes out—when he takes into account the look of recognition on Sirius’s face when Remus had his sleeves rolled up; the understanding that had passed between them outside Remus’s building (god, that was just last night); the way they’ve always just clicked—is most certainly not ‘no.’

“Oh, fuck, I think I do,” he says, and he and Finn run out into the hallway together.

Sirius’s car is pulling out of the parking lot when Remus arrives, out of breath, at the front doors of the arena.

“I don’t know why he’s in such a hurry.” Remus jumps. He hadn’t heard James come to stand beside him. “Just packed up his gear at the speed of light and left. Didn’t even shower; he said he’d do it at home.”

So Sirius had been so appalled—disgusted, even—at Remus being his soulmate that he’d left without explanation, with barely even a goodbye. There was a pleasant thought.

He turns so his back is against the door, sliding slowly down to sit on the floor.

“Y’know,” James says, sitting next to him, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you needed a hug.”

There’s a moment of comfortable silence before Remus says, “James?”

“Yeah?”

“I need a hug.”

James gives the best hugs. Everyone says so. But until now, Remus has never been on the receiving end of a true James Potter hug—warm, strong, and friendly as hell. (“I want that on a t-shirt,” James says when Remus tells him so.)

But eventually, James has to go, too, and Remus heads back to the PT room. He passes Logan in the hall, looking like he’s been hit over the head with a two-by-four. Maybe it’s Finn’s doing; he had mentioned that one of them was oblivious. Logan, Remus knows, is the definition of oblivious.

***

“And I think that’s all,” Coach Weasley says, glancing around, “Unless anyone else has something to say? Moody? Cap? Loops?”

“Actually, yes,” says Remus after a moment. “Checkups! Not naming names but Kris lied about his rib acting up so now all of you get to be interrogated.”

Sirius swallows. He’s not anxious to be alone with Remus; not after yesterday. There’s no way there aren’t going to be questions.

Kasey goes first, Remus taking just under five minutes to deem him ‘good to go.’ Kris, surprisingly, is only kept for eight, despite the claim of his ribs acting up again. Finn takes the longest—fifteen minutes—and as soon as he’s out he grabs Logan and Leo by the wrists and marches them off somewhere. Sirius’s turn comes last, right after Pascal’s, who gives him a knowing look as he enters.

“Hi,” Remus says, first aid kit nowhere in sight. “Sit down.”

“Where?” Sirius gets only a shrug in response.

He hesitates a moment, then sits on the floor, picking at the sole of his sneaker.

“How are you feeling?” Remus asks suddenly.

“Fine. Ankle’s not bothering me any more.”

“No, I mean how are you feeling?”

Scoffing, he starts to stand up. “I’m not doing this.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Sirius Black, sit your ass back down before I make you.”

Sirius sits his ass back down.

“Good. Now, how are you feeling?”

“I’m… confused,” he says, trying to be honest without being specific. “And nervous. And I cried myself to sleep last night, which I haven’t done since I was like seventeen, so there’s that. But mostly I’m just really fucking mad.”

“At me.” It isn’t a question.

“No, not at you! At me! At the—” he gestures wildly. “—Universe, or whatever. Can I go now?”

Remus doesn’t even acknowledge his request. “So you’re disappointed.”

“...Yeah.”

“May I ask why?”

“I’m pretty sure you fucking know why.”

“Maybe I do. But I’d like you to explain it to me.”

The stupid thing is that Sirius wants to talk about it. He really does. And Remus is the only person he can conceivably talk about it to. But he still chokes on his words when he says, anger burning his throat, “It was never supposed to be like this.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Sirius practically screams. “Stop trying to fucking— psychoalalyze me or something, for fuck’s sake. You fucking asked, and I—” He tears his fingers through his hair, feeling his chest start to constrict. “Just stop talking!”

The echoes of his shouts fade out too quickly, and the only thing worse than the voices is the sound of his breathing getting faster and faster. Remus’s hand twitches, as though he wants to touch him but thinks better of it.

“It was always supposed to be someone different. Someone faceless; nameless. Someone I could run away from. I can’t fucking run away from you, Remus.

“I always thought I could lie. That I could—pretend, or something. Just keep hiding. It was supposed to be someone I could hide from, because I’ve spent my whole life fucking hiding and that’s all I know how to do. It was never supposed to be someone I could fall in love with.”

There’s a choked noise from where Remus is sitting on the bench, but nothing else. Sirius refuses to look at him.

“And I just—I just fucking hate this, because all I’ve been told is that hockey comes before my dreams. And that’s made sense until now because until now hockey was my dream, but now there’s you. Yeah.”

Remus, to his credit, waits until Sirius’s breathing has calmed down and he’s furiously wiped the tears from his eyes to speak. “What do you need?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean forget everything. Forget your family, forget the team, forget me—what do you need?

“Right now? For the rest of my life? Because those are two very different things.”

“Let’s start with now. Can I do anything for you? Can you do anything for yourself?”

“I need a hot chocolate.”

***

They wait until everyone else has gone, and then make their way outside to Sirius’s car. There’s only one other in the parking lot—a grey Toyota Remus thinks belongs to Nado, or maybe Kris. He’s not sure why he thinks it matters, because it doesn’t.

Silence hangs around them the whole four blocks to the nearest Tim Horton’s. Inhale; exhale. Inhale; exhale. This doesn’t necessarily mean anything.

That doesn’t stop Remus from hoping.

He knows it’s wrong; of course he does. It’s Sirius’s choice, in the end, because Sirius is the one who will be most affected. His career, his life—all on the line if he decides to trust whatever plan the world has in store for them. It’s not like that for Remus. Not anymore.

There’s a parking spot right outside the front door. Sirius pulls into it, but he doesn’t get out right away. He glances around, makes sure there’s no one immediately in sight, and then he looks down to where his hands now rest in in his lap. Slowly, he pulls up his right sleeve to expose, bit by bit, his soulmark.

“I don’t know why I never guessed it could be you—Wolfy McWolf Wolf.”

Remus feels his lips twitch upwards into something resembling a smile. “I could say the same, Dog Black.”

When he puts his hand on the console, Sirius rests his on top of it. It’s not much.

But it’s something.

***

Sirius looks longingly at the Boston cream doughnuts. “Please. I haven’t had one in so long.”

“Think again, Mr. I’m-on-a-diet-plan.”

He’s not surprised. What was he thinking, having his PT as his soulmate? (Well, he wasn’t. He didn’t get to choose. But, he thinks to himself, the point still stands.)

“I’ll have a medium hot chocolate, please, a plain toasted bagel,” Remus looks at him and sighs. “...And a Boston cream doughnut.”

When the food is set down on the pickup counter, Remus snatches it before Sirius has a chance to. “Hey, this is my doughnut.”

Sirius pouts.

“You’re cute. Here.” He tosses him the brown paper bag, and Sirius removes his prize carefully. He‘s going to eat every piece of chocolate glazing if it kills him.

Back out in the car—this is a conversation neither of them is willing to have in the public dining area—Remus chews on his bagel thoughtfully. Sirius tries and fails not to swear when his hot chocolate burns his tongue.

“Shit!”

Remus glances over at him. Their eyes meet for a moment, then both look away. “So,” Sirius says after a while. “I think we need to talk.”

“Yeah.”

Silence, then—

“You go first,” they say at the same time, and laugh. Some of the tension is broken.

Sirius reaches hesitantly to where Remus’s arm rests between the seats. He doesn’t need to voice his question—Remus sees it in his eyes; nods.

Up close, he can see that there are a few differences between their marks. Nothing that could possibly mean they aren’t soulmates—just the discolouring on the dog’s tail; the angle of one of the sticks; the faded white gash that stretches from one side of Remus’s wrist to the other, separating the wolf’s head from its body. Sirius doesn’t quite know what he’s doing when he presses his lips to the scar.

When he looks up, he sees that Remus is trying not to cry. And that’s when he makes his decision.

“I want this,” he says, voice soft but sure. “All of it.”

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Gingerbread (Ficmas #1)

Here we go!!! Ficmas day one! Super excited about this - I’ve never done ficmas before! As promised... a little sweet competition!

Characters and their world by @lumosinlove “Is everyone ready?” Celeste asked, standing around her kitchen, looking at the room nearly overflowing with hockey players and their loved ones. “Leo and I are the judges. The rules are simple, you all have to build a gingerbread house, everything you need is right in front of you. The best looking one wins, okay?”

Remus grinned and nodded, nudging Sirius excitedly. They had everything - including the gingerbread premade by Celeste herself, so even if it looked like a disaster it was sure to taste amazing. Not that theirs would look anything less than fantastic.

On second thought, maybe a group of highly competitive athletes working against each other instead of with each other was a bad idea.

“Okay guys!” Leo called as he hopped up to sit on the counter and oversee the proceedings. “You have one hour. Your time starts.... Now!”

Remus grinned at Sirius, and then they set to work.

Logan knew watching Leo be all authoritative as a judge while he just had to watch would be hard. He didn’t know it would be torture. He was teamed with Adele and Katie, but Adele had to keep hitting his arm to get his attention.

“Logan,” She warned. “I want to win. Now are you gonna focus or not?”

Logan shook his head. Leo could wait. He had a competition to win. “Oui, sorry yes I’m good now.”

Adele nodded, apparently satisfied and Katie drew their attention back to her when she started bouncing in her seat.

“Allez!” She said, her eyes wide, “Tremzy come on I wanna get to the part where I can eat it.”

Logan chuckled but obliged her, obediently holding pieces of gingerbread in place at the girls’ command as the icing dried.

“Okay, no pressure or anything, but your name’s Noelle so I’m expecting you to dominate this Christmas thing.” Thomas said, only partially jokingly as Noelle carefully piped the outline of their ‘windows’.

“Um, excuse you Thomas Walker,” She replied, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Okay, but hear me out,” Thomas started as he picked up a piece of gingerbread, and started piping green spikes on it. “We should have pine trees in front of it.”

Noelle looked at him like he was losing his mind. “Babe, it’s a gingerbread house.” She said slowly as if it were a foreign concept.

“I know!” Thomas said, excitedly waving his hands and as he did, his pine tree went flying through the air and landed in Kasey’s hair.

Kasey turned around very slowly and looked around menacingly, reaching up and pulling the biscuit out of his hair, leaving green splotches and crumbs in its wake.

“Who?” He ground out, and Thomas looked around with a shocked expression. “I have no idea! Noelle? Did you see anything?”

Noelle bit down her laugh and shook her head. “Non. Maybe it was one of the kids?” She said, looking over at Logan’s table to where Katie had more icing on her than the house. Kasey followed her and his vision softened. He nodded once and turned back around, Thomas made another tree and held it up to Noelle.

“They’ll never see it coming.” He said, finally finishing his statement. Noelle rolled her eyes, but in the end, there were a ton of palm trees in their ‘garden’.

Finn was with Pascal and Marc, all of them particularly competitive and set on winning except there was one little problem… None of them had ever actually made a gingerbread house before.

“I think it goes like this?” Marc said, tilting his head as he stuck two pieces together, the icing going everywhere. He let go and they all held their breath while the biscuits stood for about ten seconds before collapsing so slowly it was actually a little sad.

“I say we give up and just eat everything.” Finn proposed. Marc nodded, Dumo looked like he was going to put up a fight, but one glance at their gingerbread wreckage had his shoulders slumping. He reached out and broke off a bit of biscuit, popping it into his mouth with a grin.

“At least it tastes good?”

“But we didn’t make-” Marc began.

“Shh.” Finn cut him off with a playful wink. “At least it tastes good.”

Kasey’s hair was green and that had been a problem but then Alex promised he’d wash it out himself later that night and well, those words along with the little wink Natalie sent him had Kasey pretty okay with the whole situation. He sat there, smiling softly as he listened to Alex and Natalie chat away while Kasey did all the actual work, creating quite a nice gingerbread house, thank you very much.

Kasey grew up with his dad baking every Sunday and he’d always help. He wasn’t ashamed to say he was quite handy with a piping bag, and Alex was watching with wide eyes as Kasey piped ‘snow’ on the roof.

“How-” Alex stuttered, his eyes focused on Kasey’s hand.

Natalie bit down her smile. “He likes to keep people guessing.”

“I… I’m not complaining.”

“Like what you see O’Hara?” Kasey asked, unable to stop himself from teasing the other man. Alex was as prone to flushing a deep red as his brother, but Kasey found Alex looked a lot boyish when it happened to him.

“I definitely like what I’m seeing.” Alex replied, before cheekily dipping his finger in the icing and smirking at Kasey as he ate it.

Natalie laughed at them both as she leaned in and kissed the sugar dusting Alex’s lips. Kasey raised an eyebrow, but kept looking at what he was doing, until Alex was standing next to him.

“Open up.” Alex prompted, holding his icing coated finger up to Kasey’s lips. Kasey made eye contact with Natalie for a split second, before doing as instructed, smiling into the kiss Alex gave him after.

“Chocolate was always my favourite.” Alex said with a sigh as he sat back down, Natalie placing her feet in his lap as she shamelessly ate the sweets they needed to decorate. Kasey glanced up to see Leo already looking at him.

“Redheads.” Leo mouthed with a shrug, “Gotta love em.”

Leo had to admit, sitting back and watching the world devolve into chaos was quite entertaining. He could still taste the gingerbread Finn had given him, their house looking more like it had been hit by a hurricane instead of like someone had actually tried to, you know, build it. Logan’s little team was doing a whole lot better, it was looking a little messy but Katie was doing a lot of the icing and well, there’s only so neat kids can be, try as they might.

Leo’s heart melted as it always did when he would watch Logan with Dumo’s kids. He was just so good with them and they adored him in turn. One of the spare bedrooms in their apartment had been the designated spot for where they would keep presents until they were able to give them out, and Leo was fairly sure half of the room’s contents were just Logan’s presents for the little Dumais’.

“Are rookies even allowed to be judges?” Thomas queried as Leo passed and Leo had fun getting to act all haughty. Thomas looked particularly suspicious and Leo didn’t miss the correlation between the green icing he sported and the little patch of colour in Kasey’s hair. Leo filed that little bit of information away for a day he could really use it.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to get on a judge's bad side, Talkie?”

“Hey, you love me!” Thomas protested and Noelle shook her head.

“No, but he loves me.” She said looking at Leo and winking. “You’ve got to stay on the good side of your future in-laws.”

Leo felt himself flush even as Logan twisted in his seat to look at them. “Tricheuse!” Logan cried. “Leo baby don’t listen to her, she just wants to win.” He stuck out his tongue at Noelle.

Leo abandoned Noelle and Thomas to crouch next to Logan, smirking. “Am I not marriage material Tremblay?”

Another time, earlier in their relationship maybe, Logan would have scrambled to reassure Leo, probably tripping over his own words so many times nothing actually coherent came out. Now though, Logan just smiled at him lazily.

“The most. I just mean she loves you either way, I think there’s literally nothing you could do that would make her not like you.”

Leo kissed him on the cheek before laughing as Katie wrapped her arms around him.

“Salut Katie!” He said, standing up to throw her in the air, Katie shrieking with laughter before Leo set her back down on her chair. Leo stood up and began to move away, but not before he missed Katie unintentionally chirping Logan, “Leo throws me high.” She said in a serious tone as Leo snorted his laughter, shaking his head as he moved away.

Regulus hadn’t been sure about building a gingerbread house with Nado and Kuny - he didn't really know them and as a general rule, he didn’t like to spend too much time with people he didn’t know. But Dima got on with them really well and Dima was his friend so here Regulus was, building a gingerbread house in Pascal Dumais’ house. Two snakes in a lion's den.

“Are you sure that will hold?” Regulus found himself asking sceptically as Kuny attempted to build a several story building. Gingerbread house - more like gingerbread mansion if Kuny had his way.

Nado answered instead just nodding his head. “Of course.”

“Fair enough.” Regulus conceded, happy to sit back and watch the proceedings. He glanced around the room, still not quite sure where he fit into this chaotic little familial like team, but happy to be here all the same. More than happy to see nothing but pure joy on his brother’s face. Hope because maybe Regulus could find that kind of happiness here too.

“D’accord!” Celeste called, clapping her hands. “Okay everyone step away from your tables, your time is up!”

The team piled into the sitting room as Celeste and Leo judged all the gingerbread houses. Sirius and James sat on the floor, with Harry playing happily with them. Remus and Lily sat snugly on the couch above them, both nursing mugs of tea and heads bent together as they caught each other up on the events of the last couple of weeks.

Finn and Logan were having an arm wrestling competition in the corner and most of the others piled around to watch them, all yelling for someone. Logan won, Finn hanging his head in shame and then they were both immediately challenged by the rest of the team, Logan battling (and losing quite dramatically) to Katie.

Leo and Celeste came back into the room, looking quite smug as they held up a cardboard trophy.

“We have the winner,” Leo said to get everyone’s attention and the sudden hush that fell upon the room was quite comical.

“Drumroll!” Thomas cried and the room was filled with the rapid thuds of everyone slapping their hands against the nearest object.

“And the winner is…” Celeste drew out, “Katie, Adele and Logan!”

The trio jumped up, hugging and high fiving.

Logan stood up on a chair and pressed his hands against his chest in gratitude.

“Thank you, thank you,” He joked, wiping away a fake tear. “We’ve been dreaming about this for, mon dieu, I don’t know how long.”

“You weren’t this dramatic when you won MVP!” Sirius called from the back of the room and Logan winked at him before continuing. “I think Adele had the idea that secured our win though, Adele?”

The girl dashed to the kitchen and came back with their little gingerbread house, the outside entirely lined by little gingerbread people.

“We made the team!” Katie said, bouncing on her toes. There was a rush as everyone came over to have a look and before long, everyone was grabbing their figurine and eating them.

“Goodbye little Thomas.” Talkie said mournfully before biting its head off.

“Hey, maybe now I can give myself head.” Leo muttered to Finn, who promptly choked, spitting crumbs everywhere as he flushed a deep red.

Remus leaned back into Sirius as they munched on their biscuits.

“This is fun. We should do it again next year.”

Sirius wiped the crumbs from his lip and tightened his hold on Remus’ waist. “And the year after that, and they year after that, and the ye-”

Remus giggled, twisting in Sirius’ arms to shut him up by kissing him. “Yeah, baby. I’d like that.”

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