#oh Leo

[avvail-whumps]

‘guns for hire’ — no escape #33

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content warnings: intimate whumper, conditioned whumpee, stockholm syndrome, implied dub-con (not explicit)

“Roy,” Leo whispered softly under his breath. “Can I ask you something?”

It was dark in the living room, the only source of light coming from the bright television screen in front of them. He was comfortable like this, wrapped up in the blanket from his room, nestled between Roy’s legs with his back slumped against his chest. The man’s arms were comfortably hanging around him, lounging on the couch with a few empty beer cans and plates on the coffee table in front of them.

It had been quiet for the most part, and it was his words that drew the mercenary out of his languid concentration, his arms shifting and hands coming to tangle in his a second later. Time had subsequently passed, and Leo had found the bandages off his fingers. He was still wary of even using them for normal things, as simple as picking up a plate, but the more time that passed, the easier it became. He would often be forced to endure these silly grip exercises to work through his hands, but Leo wasn’t going to argue if it would help him get better.

He was even playing violin again. He went back to cooking, although Roy would join him more often than not to help. He was never much help, though, but Leo found he thoroughly looked forward to any seemingly normal interaction with him behind a stove.

It was nice not to feel the crack of a hand on his skin, or horrible tools on his body. There wasn’t a second of his life that seemed to live up these moments where he could wrap himself in Roy’s arm, and relish in the warm presence of another person. He would do anything to cling onto that. He would do anything not to lose these moments where nothing else seemed to matter.

Roy took his eyes off the screen, squeezing his hand softly. “Go on, lion.”

The secretary suddenly paused. In the flurry of the moment, he’d almost forgotten what he’d intended to ask. The deeper he could feel himself plunging, the more he found he wanted to know about Roy. Because even now, after everything they’d done, the mercenary was still a complete enigma. Leo had told himself that there wasn’t a need for him to go looking. That he didn’t need to pry and possibly ruin what they had. Because Leo didn’t want anything to change. He already had everything he wanted. 

He stared at the television screen, barely registering the action that was going on, softly biting at his bottom lip. His fingers gently eased against Roy’s own, relishing in the contact of his skin there. He’s grown so used to him wearing gloves since before the contract, that seeing him without was almost strange. 

He hesitated, unable to find the courage to say it. “Uh, what’s your favourite movie?” 

The mercenary let out a little chuckle. He could feel it vibrate pleasantly against his back, and he couldn’t help but melt into the comforting feeling. “Is that really what you wanted to ask me?” 

Leo’s brows furrowed, turning his head away when he felt Roy shift. He began playing gently with his fingers, trying to distract himself. There wasn’t any point in lying to him. Leo knew he couldn’t, and it wasn’t like he was eager to get into trouble anytime soon. 

A little sigh escaped his lips. “You said last time that…” He suppressed an embarrassed huff. “You didn’t want to tell me last time.” 

“Last time?” The mercenary hummed. The last time was a while ago, granted, when Roy had actually seemed to show his interest in Leo out of the blue, demanding he tell him stuff about himself. The shock of normality the conversation had brought him stuck to him like glue the entire time. But it wouldn’t surprise him if the mercenary didn’t even remember it. 

Leo looped his hand in his. “It doesn’t matter.” 

He felt the man’s free hand prop under his chin, gently tilting his head towards him. Leo tried to avoid his gaze, but Roy had a talent for trapping his eyes within his, and he had no choice but to meet them timidly. He had a sleezy smile on his face, thumb gently teasing the bottom of his jaw. He had choice but to ease the tension in his shoulders, his cheeks flushing. 

“You want me to tell you about myself, right?” He whispered, making him burn with embarrassment. He shifted further onto his side so he could lean into Roy, propping his head on his chest. 

“I was just curious,” he mumbled under his breath, shrugging his shoulders lazily. The mercenary drew the blanket further over him, and he felt his eyelids grow a little heavier. It must have been late already, since he was starting to feel weighed with fatigue, despite having spent most of the afternoon lounging lazily on the sofa. He could have fallen asleep like this, but he was far too inclined to know what he was going to respond with. 

“I’m flattered, lion,” he purred, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Why the sudden curiosity?” 

Leo knew he was coaxing something out of him. The gentle hand against his back, the soft, lilting voice he knew he liked so much. He was never strong enough to fight it, however, plunging into his obvious little trap without much of a care. His eyes flickered up to meet his, wondering how long he could fall into them without getting bored. The answer was probably forever, at this rate. He’d almost forgotten that he’d been asked a question, and his mind flared in warning to answer.

“I just want to know more about you,” he whispered quietly under his breath. He could see the subtle thoughts in Roy’s eyes, the slight squint of intrigue at his words. The way he’d look at him like he had a dog on a leash. “I’m sorry.” 

The man shook his head. “You can be so temperamental sometimes, lion.” 

“You’re too secretive,” Leo countered hesitantly, and Roy’s eyes widened slightly in amusement. 

“Feeling cheeky, are we?” 

He ducked his head, curling his legs closer to himself. The mercenary laughed lowly, and Leo even found himself fighting a smile. He liked it when Roy laughed. He had a nice laugh. There was a lot about Roy that he found himself liking. 

“There isn’t really much to tell you, lion,” he shrugged, fingers carding through his hair. Leo hummed happily at the soothing nails against his scalp, listening despite his closed eyes. “Grew up with my uncle. Then I left.” 

A small frown of disappoinemtnet found its way onto his face, but the man noticed, and teasingly pinched his side.

“Sorry, did that not live up to your expectations?” He murmured, and Leo wriggled uselessly in his grasp, shaking his head with a smile. 

“No, no,” he huffed, prying his hand away with a sigh. “What was your uncle like?” 

A bitter expression passed over his face. “Not someone you’d wanna mess with. That’s for sure.” 

Leo tilted his head back in curiosity, blinking his eyelashes. “Is he the one who…?” 

“Trained me?” He smirked, kissing his nose. “Yes, lion. Then I left because I didn’t want to work for him for the rest of my life. Would have rather gone my own way.” 

The secretary fiddled with his fingers nervously. His voice was like a ghostly whisper, almost carried away in the air. “I’m glad.” 

Roy’s eyes shimmered with intrigue, lip curving up into a knowing smirk. 

“Why?” He murmured, playing with a strand of his hair by his ear. He relished in the way the skin there had gone a bright red. “Because I found you?” 

Leo shyly nodded his head. He didn’t think he trusted the terrible lump lodged in his throat not to make more of a fool out of him if he answer verbally. He didn’t think his heart had reached this level of deep anxiousness before, different to anything he’d ever experienced. Roy shifted beneath him, a chuckle escaping his lips. 

“You’re so cute, lion,” he purred, cupping his cheek with care. “Come here.” 

Leo did as he was told. His arms looped comfortably around Roy’s neck, turning so his legs were bracketing his waist, and meeting the man’s lips with a soft little sigh. He seemed to step back this time, leaving Leo to do what he wanted. In turn, the kiss was a lot slower, tentative and naive, even when his hands gently slid to his neck to steady himself. Roy was smirking slightly into the kiss, his hands gently easing under the fabric of his shirt and tracing the long scars from the whip there. 

When Leo pulled away, the man caught his eyes effortlessly in his own. There was something lingering there. Something a little darker, something full of possessive desire, and Leo felt it right down in his core. 

“You know I love you, right?” 

Roy’s words almost made his heart leap into his throat. He couldn’t stop the shocked expression from consuming his face, his eyes snapping open. The severe weight of those simple words pressed right against that soft spot in his heart, and that part of his mind that craved to hear it. His hands grasped his shoulders tightly, almost unable to get his words out from how desperately he was scrambling to respond. 

“I love you too,” he breathlessly whispered, the words like fire on his tongue. His eyes were frantically flickering across his face, as if he was debating whether or not this was real. Part of him was still so desperately trying to get through to him, to tell him he shouldn’t be doing this. Saying this. That he should remember how he got here in the first place. 

Roy hummed, his head tilting. “I know you do, baby.” 

Leo’s thoughts were almost instantly discarded when he leaned down to kiss him again, this time letting the man press him as close as he pleased, arms wrapped securely around his waist. They fell to his legs quickly enough, lifting him off the sofa effortlessly, still entangled with one another. Leo could feel this burning heat in his stomach, his skin setting alight under the smallest of touches, and he could see it in Roy’s eyes too. His stomach swooped in anticipation. 

“I did say it was best to wait until you were better, didn’t I?” The mercenary purred, and Leo’s heart jumped. 

He nodded his head jerkily. “Yeah.” 

He knew that there was no coming back from this. That the moment he gave up the last thing he had of himself, there would be nothing to bring him back. Still, Leo didn’t care. Roy kissed him even as he carried him up the stairs, even as he pushed him down onto the bed, even as he pulled his clothes off, and all those thoughts were consumed by lips and hands on his body, melting them into the putty. 

The mercenary was gentle with him. For the most part. He let him cling onto him as tightly as he wanted, legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth occupied by feverishly kissing him through choked moans. Leo knew there’d be lingering finger bruises on his hips in the morning, but in the heat of it all, he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

He was exhausted by the time the sunlight streamed in through Roy’s window. He was slightly annoyed that the man never seemed to pull the blind down, his head falling back on his bare chest with a soft groan. He attempted to shield his sensitive eyes from the assualting streams of light, but it wasn’t as successful as he would have hoped. A hand landed in his hair, and he squinted up at the mercenary’s face. 

“Do you want me to pull it down?” He murmured, and Leo quickly shook his head. 

“No,” he whispered quietly, laying his head back down on his chest. “I want to stay like this.” 

Roy’s lip quirked up into a subtle, dangerous little smirk, and his hand cradled the back of his neck, playing with the baby hairs there. Not because of the secretary’s behaviour, but simply because he knew he finally had exactly what he wanted.

“Whatever you want, lion,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Whatever you want.”

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[itzzaira]

the bay area turtles of cabin 5 want to know if your turtles wanna surfboard with them!

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

"Well..." Leo smirked, and held out his hands. "If you insist-"

"You don't even know how to surf!" His twin called out, already in the water, only his head visible. Leo's smirk fell, placing both his hands on his hips as he yelled.

"I can figure it out!"

He just wanted to surf! It couldn't be that hard.

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

[starii-void]

going to chb must be crazy like imagine sharing a camp with

-one of the strongest demigods ever who's saved the world like at least 3 times, fought multiple gods & titans and WON (and is a tartarus survivor)

-the literal main architect of OLYMPUS who's also saved the world multiple times (also tartarus survivor)

-THE lord of the wild who's also close friends with the first two (and has helped save the world multiple times)

-an emo kid from the 1930s who again helped save the world and is also a tartarus survivor (TWICE)

-a son of apollo who survived tartarus with nothing but cargo shorts and sheer will (pun intended)

-the main designer and builder for the argo II, also the first hephaestus kid to have fire powers since hundreds of years ago (did i mention killed gaea? no? yeah he did that too)

-a girl who somehow charmspeak-ed gaea into falling back asleep (also side note daughter of super famous actor because why not)

-pretty much everybody is a two-time war veteran

-THE GOD APOLLO who just sometimes comes down to visit in the form of a teenage boy

-did i mention dionysus, god of wine madness and theatre

-also chiron, trainer of pretty much every greek hero ever

[koolaidashley]

THATS HIS BABY ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[somewhereincairparavel]

i will never understand how people have the heart to hate Jason even after they found out that his Ambrosia tastes like fucking sawdust. Ambrosia being tasty is like one single happy thing a demigod can have despite their tragic lives, because it reminds them of the home they once had, but lost. And Jason doesn't even have that, he doesn't even have a home to lose in the first place.

[kovalitics]

[merakimagic]

You doing okay there bud?

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have suddenly become obsessed with a theme that HoO established but never proceeded to extrapolate on, which is:

You are Percy Jackson, and you have been swapped with a boy who was allegedly everyone's favorite person, but they have decided to replace him with you. They just met you. You stand next to his best friend and the people he's known his entire life. In his home. In his cloak. In his place. They stopped looking for him.

You are Jason Grace, and you have just found out you have a long lost sister who completely replaced you in her life with this girl you just met. Your lives and personalities are mirrors. She is you, living the life you were robbed of.

You are Annabeth Chase, and you have just become starkly aware that you have been inhabiting the void left behind by your best friend's long lost brother. You and Luke were just replacements for him. Now you have to look him in the eyes when he has nothing and know you took that life from him.

You are Piper McLean, and you have just found out your relationship is fake and built entirely on the memories of Annabeth Chase. You have been given a boyfriend when hers has been taken away. You have no idea how much of it is real or not but regardless you feel like if your relationship isn't exactly in their image that you have failed.

You are Leo Valdez, and you have just learned that you are the echo of your great-grandfather. You are not your own person. You just exist to be a mirror of him. A doppelganger. An actor and stunt double facing all the danger he never had to but wearing his face. To be there for his best friend decades later simply because he couldn't. You are playing a role. A seventh wheel and a pawn for a goddess who carefully sculpted your entire life for her own purposes.

You are Hazel Levesque, and the only reason you are alive is because your brother couldn't save your his sister. You are a consolation prize. An apology. Your existence here is misplaced in every way but you inhabit it anyways.

You are Frank Zhang, and you are a shapeshifter. Inhabiting your own body feels strange and clumsy when you could be literally anything at any time. You are anything and everything and live your life with the simple certainty of knowing exactly how you will die.

[onionninjasstuff]

i present to you the au that has been brewing up in my head for a couple of months now, dr steals-your-ending (thanks sm @scatterbrainedbot for coming up with the name, it slaps)

i need future mikey focused shenanigans like air, so heres my take. idk when i have the time and energy to work on it more but im glad i at least have this bad boy of a comic out of my system for now <3

[inkandteaxx]

i feel like as the resident insomniac of the family, leo would just wander the lair in the middle of the night, and sometimes he would find donnie lying on the floor with his projects scattered around him

he would probably freak out while donnie's like stfu leo while still on the ground

[avvail-whumps]

‘guns for hire’ — uncharted territory #28

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content warnings: psychological whump, mentioned multiple whumpers, intimate whumper, manhandling, restraints, untreated broken bones, untreated injuries, forced to eat, punishments, past minor character death (and self blaming for it), manipulation to the highest degree man, stockholm syndrome, dub-con kissing (it’s technically consensual but...eh)

Leo wasn’t able to get even a scrap of sleep or rest. No matter how exhausted he was, with his mind straining from the sheer weariness, the throbbing pain in his fingers ripped any sort of relief from him. 

The concrete was cold and uncomfortable on his ribs. He hadn’t moved from that spot against the wall, curled up and shivering, his face damp with tears and drying blood. His fingers had gone a deep red, angry and sweltering with pain, enough that it brought Leo to dry tears anytime it would begin to swell. 

The pain made nausea press against the back of his throat, but Leo had already emptied any last food out of the contents of his stomach, so luckily he didn’t have to worry about the idea of throwing up. 

That same, harrowing sense of depression began to sink its claws into him. It was torture in of itself just being down here; the single dim bulb hanging over the chair, the bleak, crusted walls blocking him in from every direction. The alignment of terrifying tools on the walls only seemed to make his mind bend with horrible images and scenarios. Keeping him paranoid enough to not want to fall asleep. 

It wasn’t like he could anyway. 

Clammy, cold sweat clung to his forehead, a cold shiver wracking through his bones. Leo wanted any form of comfort, Roy’s jacket wrapped securely around him, but there wasn’t anything to cling onto. Not a single scrap or crumb. He was horribly alone down here, with the terrible events replaying in his mind. 

Guilt stung his stomach. Michael. 

God, the man had only been trying to help. He had picked Leo up without question and was helping him back to safety. If he’d never heard his car, then maybe Michael would have never been killed. His mind cruelly reminded him about the photo on the sun visor. The one where he stood smiling beside a red headed woman. 

Leo pinched his eyes shut miserably. 

That could have been his wife. His friend, his sister. Michael would have a family waiting for him back home, or god forbid any children, and Leo had got him killed. Remorse settled deep within his chest, settling there like a parasite. 

He swallowed heavily. His throat was dry. Too dry. It must have been hours since he’d been dragged down here; maybe less. The basement was like a tortuous vacuum, warping any sense of time he might have had. Unable to even sleep, he was left feeling utterly hopeless and small. 

Through his crusted eyelashes, Leo blinked hazily as he heard the sudden screeching of metal. His heart lodged in his throat and his stomach sank to his feet, head lifting up from the ground. It caused his vision to swim slightly, black spots guarding his vision. His joints popped uncomfortably as he unfurled himself from his position, watching Roy enter the room. He shut the door behind him, noticing a bowl and cup of water in his hands. 

Leo instantly licked his lips. He eyed the water with an aching throat, the air like ash with each unsteady intake. The man’s hair and clothes were slightly damp, and he wondered if it had been raining outside. 

Rain. God, Leo would do anything right now just to feel the rain on his skin, the pleasant wet smell lingering in the air. Roy shook off the little dew drops, setting down the bowl and cup to pick up a roll of duct tape as well. As he approached, he tore a long strip open, tearing it off with his teeth. 

Dread pooled into his stomach. 

“Roy?” Leo croaked, fearfully staring up at the man once he got closer. 

“Stay still,” he ordered, grasping his arms and pulling them behind his back. The duct tape wrapped around his wrist, before he took the roll and began to pin his forearms together uncomfortably behind his back. A quiet whimper escaped his lips, but Leo biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself quiet. He was dreading making any of this worse for himself. 

Roy brought over the bowl and water. He set it on the ground, and with a churning stomach, he realised it was porridge. A horrible sense of déjà vu swept over him, trying to swallow down the bile at the back of his throat. The man tilted his head, brow cocking after a few seconds of intense silence. 

“Well?” He hummed. “Aren’t you going to eat it?” 

Leo’s head tilted back, meeting his eyes in a mix of fear and confusion. His bottom lip wobbled open. 

“But…But my—” 

“Don’t tell me you’re getting picky now, lion,” Roy drawled, a hint of frustration in his tone. His arms were folded over his chest, cold gaze pinning him down. “Are you being ungrateful again?” 

“No!” He blurted, frantically shaking his head. “No, I-I’m not. I promise, Roy. Please, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I swear…” 

The man let out a curt sigh. His fingers were suddenly winding through his hair, scalp screaming at the ruthless tugs. Roy shoved his face into the bowl without a care, hand pressing uncomfortably on the back of his head. Leo gagged against a face full of mushy porridge, the food almost suffocating him, but Roy’s grip was unrelenting. His back was arched painfully from the position, scuffed knees digging into the concrete ground. 

Only when he felt like he was losing air did Roy finally grant him mercy. 

His head was jerked up violently, a pained gasp escaping his throat as he desperately gulped in enough air as he could possibly manage. He could feel the lumps of porridge smeared around his mouth and nose, spluttering. Roy’s face was twisted into a small grimace. 

“Please, stop,” he wheezed, his breathing ragged. “I-I’ll eat it, I promise. I’ll do it…” 

The mercenary hummed, yet he let go of his hair. His scalp throbbed, but he bit back burning tears in his eyes. Leo took a moment to suck in a shaking breath, not daring to even twist the duct tape in case he bashed his already throbbing fingers. His glossy eyes flickered up to Roy, who was watching him intently with a dark, awaiting expression on his face. 

A burning shame crept through his heart. 

He shifted on his knees to try and relieve the crippling pins and needles, but it was useless. Even as he leaned downwards, his back arched in a way to stop him from falling, Leo’s cheeks flushed in humiliation from the embarrassing position. The porridge was knocking him sick, the urge to scrub it clean off his face completely overwhelming. It was hard to get any food in his mouth like this. Not unless he made a complete fool of himself, which was exactly what he had to do. 

It only took a few minutes before Leo’s stomach was going queasy, and he struggled to lean back. 

“Please, I can’t…” He broke, eyes welling with tears. “I-I think…I’m going to be sick.” 

Roy scoffed, and soon Leo found his head being shoved abruptly into the bowl of porridge once more. “Are you really going to waste it?” He sighed curtly. “Because you aren’t getting another one.” 

The secretary squirmed slightly, but he knew there wasn’t anything he could do. He hesitantly let his tongue dart out, licking the remains of the porridge from the bowl with a queasy stomach. Roy’s fingers were cruel and tightly fisted in his hair, nothing like what he would usually do. Right about now, those fingers would have gently been carding through his hair, and Roy might have even been praising him for doing a good job. 

The tense silence, and only the sounds of eating was making tears run down his face. He was tired of all the rough touches that brought him nothing but pain. Why was Roy doing that now? Even after his initial escape attempt and the agonising whipping that had come after it, Roy would still hold him and whisper sweet nothings in his ears. Leo really needed that. He needed it more than anything, and it felt like it was breaking his heart in two. 

The touch left him once he was finished. Leo choked on a little sob. 

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, his shoulder shaking. “I’m really sorry, Roy.” 

He hated the fact that he meant it. That there was sincerity in each word he produced. Because Leo was sorry; he should have never ran in the first place. 

Roy wasn’t looking at him, instead moving the bowl away. 

“Please,” he whispered shakily, choking on a wet sob. “Please, I-I need you.” 

That got him looking. 

“Need me?” He repeated, eyes narrowing slightly. “What you did just showed the opposite, lion.” 

He frantically shook his head. “I thought you were going to hurt my dad,” he choked. “I-I wanted to stop, I swear, I-I wanted to go back, but I was so afraid that you were going to…that my dad was gonna—” 

His chest collapsed, and he melted off into incoherent murmurs and whimpers as Roy gripped his jaw in a bruising grasp. He poured water into his mouth, a good amount of it spilling down his chin and chest, before he was wiping away the now cold porridge from his face. Leo relished in the contact as much as he could, but it didn’t last long, like tiny little scraps for a starving lion. 

“You’ve been really bad, you know that?” Roy murmured coldly. Leo hiccuped, frantically nodding his head before he had the chance to even think. 

“I know,” he whispered quietly. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.” 

“And you got some poor sod involved too,” he sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. He was crouched down now, arms resting on his legs as his eyes bore into him intensely. Leo wanted him to reach out, or do anything to ease his aching heart. He was almost annoyed at himself for locking himself away when he did, when he’d become so used to garnering Roy’s affections after so long of being hurt by the other mercenaries. After how long he’d genuinely missed him. “You do understand he’s dead, right?” 

Leo weakly nodded his head this time. “I-I know. I didn’t mean to…to…” 

“Didn’t mean to do what?” He frowned. “It was your fault, lion.” 

He’d told himself that. Over and over again, and it still made a stab of pain slice through his feeble heart. Michael was dead because of him. 

“I know,” he choked, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. More salty tears leaked down his face. Roy tilted his head, his frown deepening. 

“What was that, lion?” 

“It was my fault,” he sobbed, head hanging slightly as he struggled to steady his hyperventilating breaths. “I-If I hadn’t asked for his help, then he’d be—” 

“Alive?” Roy cut in cruelly. “Yeah, lion. He would be.” 

“I killed him.” 

His voice broke off, the horror in that statement sinking straight to his core. If only he had never been able to fight off Roy, then maybe Michael could have found his way to wherever he had been initially headed. He could have reunited with the red headed woman, and he might have continued to live a fulfilling, happy life. Leo had ripped that away from him, and nobody would know what happened. 

“These are the kind of things that’ll happen if you break the rules,” Roy pressed, seemingly uncaring about the broken expression on Leo’s face. “Isn’t that right, lion?” 

Leo bit back a sob, nodding his head. 

“So you understand why you need to be punished?” He questioned, making his clumpy eyelashes flicker open slightly. “Because I’m not doing this because I feel like it. I’m doing this because you broke the rules. You only have yourself to blame.” 

He numbly nodded his head again. 

“I know,” he whispered. He had always known, really. He only had himself to blame, and blame he did. His eyes hesitantly flickered upwards, sucking in a ragged breath. “I promise I’ll be good.” 

Roy’s lip twitched into a slight smile. ��Say it like you mean it.” 

Leo swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“I’ll be good for you,” he whimpered. “Only you. Please, I-I just want to be good. I’m tired.” 

He was tired of fighting. He was exhausted down to each little cell in his body, and no matter what he tried, no matter how many times he attempted to go home, he knew it was never going to happen. He didn’t have anything left in him to try. 

“I know you are, baby,” the man hummed, his voice taking on a softer tone. His breathing almost hitched, pulse thumping against his skin at the different nickname. “That’s why you have to do one last thing for me, okay?” 

Leo nodded his head eagerly.

“Those lot are leaving by the end of the day,” the mercenary informed slowly, and Leo’s heart skipped a beat at those words. “But I’ve promised them twenty minutes with you before they go. To do whatever they want, within reason, of course. That’s your punishment for what you did.” 

His bottom lip quivered open, but he didn’t say anything. A shock of horror flashed on his face, cultivating a look of amusement on Roy’s to match. The idea of being alone with the mercenaries again was making dread pool into his stomach. For twenty minutes. 

The man’s eyes softened, and his head tilted in this alluring way. “That was why you ran away, wasn’t it? Because they gave you a hard time?” 

Leo stared at him. His mind wrapped around those words, viciously sucking them into his thoughts before he had the chance to think for himself. The other mercenaries had caused the most damage, that much he believed. That much he knew. At least Roy cared for him. At least Roy was kind and didn’t beat him within an inch of his life for no discernible reason other than sick torment and pleasure. At least Roy held him when he so desperately needed it.

He opened his mouth, but the man beat him to it. 

“Or did you also run away because of me?” He murmured gently, a feigned look of pity on his face. “Because if that’s the case, lion, then I’d have to have twenty minutes with you too.” 

“No!” Leo cried, shaking his head frantically without thinking. “It wasn’t because of you! I-I couldn’t stand being alone with them anymore. Roy, please, you have to believe me. I only need you, n-no one else.” 

“Again with that,” the man chuckled, his eyes running over his face for a brief moment. Leo sucked in a sharp breath, subconsciously leaning forward when he reached out to cup his jaw. He seemed to instantly melt into the touch, leaning keenly into it. He was warm. Warm, and gentle, like he might break. His thumb gently brushed against his lip, and Leo’s ears flushed red. Roy tilted his head, something gleaming in his eyes that was making his spine shiver. 

“You say you need me,” he murmured quietly, the sound like a pleasant rumble in his stomach. “Why don’t you show me exactly how, lion?” He paused, shrugging his shoulders. “If you want.” 

Leo swallowed, his lip quivering under his touch. He hadn’t realised he was so close, his words like a tempting fruit just in reach of his greedy fingertips. There was a distinct, rapid banging in his head, and Leo realised in shock that it was the sound of his own heartbeat. Simple touches suddenly weren’t enough. He felt like he could hardly think, so maybe that was why he slowly leaned forward, and gently placed his lips on Roy’s. 

The man didn’t move, only breaking apart not even a second later when Leo winced backwards slightly, as if realising what he’d done of his volition. 

Because you wanted to, his mind hissed, clouding the judgement that was struggling to breach through the thick padded walls. You know you wanted to. 

The mercenary’s quiet chuckle dragged him from his poisoned thoughts. 

“Well,” he grinned. “Not what I had in mind.” 

Leo’s eyes widened. “It…wasn’t—?” 

His breathing instantly picked up. The last time he’d done something like that, it had been because he was willing to do anything to avoid punishment, thinking it was what the man wanted. Roy’s eyes had looked miffed and angry back then, shoving him away after a fraction of a second their lips touched. Now, Leo had genuinely done it willingly. He felt a horrible sense of loathing for himself for kissing that man of his own volition, and not even to get out of a punishment. He was terrified he was going to be angry again. Like he’d made another mistake. 

“But, lion,” Roy purred, yanking him from his destructive thoughts. The hand under his jaw slipped back so he could swoop down and kiss him, taking him by surprise. His words were breathless against his lips. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

His hand pressed against the back of his neck, and Leo allowed himself be drawn closer. A sudden hunger hit him, and when Roy went to deepen the kiss, the secretary eagerly let him without a second thought.

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[soldrawss]

Part 2 finally! Part 3 to come soonish,,,

You can find part 1 here!

[starrcrossrose]

LEO’S SMART BUT NOT THIS KIND OF SMART!

leo might be clever cunning but hes not Smart smart - @xinrouska

[e-turn]

there's this amazing fanfic Times Five by @pickledcarrotsandradish if you haven't read it please go read it like right now

а еще сегодня закончилась публикация его перевода, его тоже можете зайти оценить.

[grey-viridian]

Based on hollow mind by @crows-murder

Thanks for the inspiration and a lot of pain)

Here is a version without a shield (it doesn't make sense but I just like it. You can see the fear in Leo's eyes much clearer>:3)

Aaand the original sketch (which I also like so I'm showing it to you)

[abbeyofcyn]

✨️Shooting star✨️