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skylarmoon71 · 3 years

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Raphael x Parker Reader- Extra (TMNT 2014/2016)

The insistent ringing of your phone makes you groan. Rolling over in your bed, you grumble, picking it up.

"(Y/N) come quick!! Something weird happened!!"

Mikey sounds scared but also excited.

You scramble out of your bed to get clothes.

"I-I'll be right there!!"

What was waiting for you at the lair?

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"How..."

"We have no idea how it happened." Standing before you are four very human teenage boys. Donnie you can only assume is the lean tall male with a pair of spectacles on.

No shell, no scales. Mikey is shorter with dark hair. Leo you conclude is the male with the blond hair and green eyes. He's holding his swords in his hand and looking at his back in annoyance. Raph...you were drooling over Raph. The human form was a fair depiction of what you thought of him. Strong jaw, muscled stature and those intense smoldering eyes. You need a minute to gather yourself. This is all too much too fast.

"(Y/N)?"

You jump, because in your staring, you barely saw Raph move. Of course human Raph is certainly attractive but...you never realized how much you appreciated their differences before now. His gait and demeanor hasn't changed, but everything else has.

"D-Does Donnie know how to change you guys back?" you divert your gaze.

"I have no clue. These readings make no sense. The change was spontaneous, unplanned. Our DNA has literally warped itself, no trigger. "

He continues on a rant meanwhile Mikey is unbuckling his pants. He looked down in slight disappointment.

"Wow, it got smaller." you blush.

"MIKEY!!" Leo and Raph yell at him.

"What? I was just checking." He zipped up, and you kept your eyes on the wall.

"I vote we got out!"

"Absolutely not, we have no idea how this happened and when it'll wear off." Leo objected.

"Exactly, that's why we gotta use it while we can. Come on, you can't tell me you're not curious. This is the first chance we have to go out there without worrying about being mutants. " You understand Mikey's yearning.

"Please Leo." Mikey is pleading, and you feel for him.

"Leonardo." Splinter walks over, placing a hand on Leo's shoulder. He doesn't say anything, just looks at him. Leo releases a deep sigh.

"Fine, but we're still together. No running off. If you feel anything weird you tell me and we leave immediately. "

"YESS!!!"

Mikey is overjoyed, and it makes you smile.

Since the beginning, Raph hasn't taken his eyes off you. He looks down at his hands, then over to yours.

"Out in the open..together.."

Maybe this really was a blessing in disguise. Leo is searching for a strap for his blades.

You laugh.

"Leo, maybe it's better if you leave that stuff here. People aren't gonna react very well to you walking around the city with two katanas. " His shoulders slump in an adorable way.

"But my blades.."

He's actually pouting. It's so cute. Raph slaps his shoulder. "Quit being a baby, ain't like we gonna chase around criminals. " He's right, it's the first time they'll be outside just to enjoy all that New York has to offer. You're kind of excited to see how the day will turn out.

"Onward!"

Mikey cheers. Donnie is packing some of his equipment in his bag. "I'll see if I can work on this while we're at it." He states. You follow, trailing behind a little. Raph comes to your side, taking your hand and you look over. Your fingers interlock, and you grow silent. It's so weird to be holding his hand like this, but not unwanted. He doesn't look at you, just continues forward and you grin, leaning into his side.

You place a quick peck on his cheeks, and they burn red immediately. Your eyes light up. "Raph are you blushing!" He's trying to glare, but with the flush in his cheeks, it just makes him look so cute.

"I ain't." He denies. You giggle. "You so were."

He picks you up unexpectedly and you squeak. Those green eyes hold you captive. He leans in, and you close your eyes, but he stops a hairline away.

"Now who's blushing."

"No fair!" you protest.

"Could you guys stop flirting for one minute." Leo says boredly. You bury your face into Raph's chest, blushing.

"Shut up." you grumble. Leo just smiles.

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Mikey was literally staring in awe at every store. It was hard to keep up with him. Of course they told April about the change, she was more than happy to join. So the plan was to head to her apartment after Mikey was done gawking at every little thing. Leo and Donnie were somewhat the same.

"We've never really seen that much of the city from down here." Donnie states in awe. A girl stops in front of Donnie.

"Hi, I was just a little lost and hoping you could give me some directions." She batted her eyes a couple times and you were struggling to hold in your laugh. Donnie didn't look bothered in the least. You sort of figured he didn't realize that girl who was obviously flirting with him. So he gave clean directions, and she smiled. "Thanks handsome." She gave a quick kiss on his cheek running off. Donnie stood there in shock.

"Donnie you player!!" Mikey said, slapping his arm. Donnie cleared his throat.

Leo was smiling. "Something tells me she didn't really need directions."

You joined in their laughter, turning you fully expect Raph to be acting just as excited as his brothers, but his eyes were watching you.

"Ra-" He leans down and kisses you, and it's so sudden that you squeal. Leo and Mikey groan. "We're heading to April, you guys can kiss all you want on your own. " Raph barely acknowledges their words, and you moan when he deepens the kiss. You force yourself to pull back because you're in public and as you look over you can see a few people staring. "Raph.." you whine.

"We're going to your house. "It doesn't sound like a request. He just pulls you along, and you follow mesmerized.

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The second you step in the door you expect to see Aunt May, you're confused on why she isn't there.

"Right." She was still helping the principal.

You turn to Raph, a bit nervous.

"A-Aunt May isn't gonna be back for a while." You mumble. Raph just kisses you again. You're a bit surprised. Raph isn't usually this needy. He's a lot more attentive. You barely have a chance to gather yourself. He backs you up and you knock into the table. He pauses for a second, panting softly.

"Take me to your room." he'd been teasing about blushing earlier, but you were probably as red as a cherry right now. Taking his hand, you nod, guiding him up the stairs. He followed silently. The second you got inside you were pushed up against the wall. Not that you were really complaining. But this whole thing felt so sudden.

It's only a second before he takes you into his arms. You aren't that shocked. No matter what form he took, apparently his strength stayed the same. He lowers you onto the bed slowly, still leaving kisses along your neck. The moment you touch the mattress, it becomes real. This is Raph and you're about to... you brush your hands along his hand.

"That's right."

You lean away, and Raph stops. "What's wrong?" You slide out from under his body, inching backwards.

"I-I can't Raph."

It's clear that he never saw this happening. Raph looks down with a bitter chuckle.

"Guess no matter what I'll forever be a freak huh. Thought for sure you'd want to since I was human. " Your eyes grow wide.

"I-Is that why you were being so..forward?"

He shifts, sitting at the edge as he looks at the ground.

"It ain't your fault if you don't want to. I should have asked first. "

He really was that scared of you rejecting him as himself.

"Raph.." You feel horrible. And here you thought he was just really horny. You feel like an idiot.

"Raph it's not because of who you are that I don't want to do this. "

His head raises, and you move closer, taking his hand.

"I..I've never, you know, done this before. I-I didn't want my first time to be with this version of you. I want...the real you.."

"Wait, you're saying you want to do turtle me?"

"W-Well when you say it like that it sounds so dirty!"

For a moment he thinks he dreamed the words you just said. But the pretty flush of your cheeks and the way you're playing with your fingers to distract yourself, he can't help but feel so lucky. How did he manage to snag someone like this. He isn't quite sure.

"You really are something else."

He drops back unto the bed pulling you with him. You giggle when he hugs you, kissing every part of your face.

"Ya kinky little shit." you blush, smacking his arm.

"You're lucky I love you Raphael!"

"Don't I know it."

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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Miss Ginger

Miss ginger

Blurb night- 2.5k

(request: can you plz do something about Harry being all soft with his kids?)

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Harry had always been a family man. Ever since he was a little boy he dreamed of having his own family, couple of kids, a nice family home with a big back garden for the little ones to run around in and him and his wife to attempt to grow some fruits and veg and maybe a few sunflowers or daisies. Simple, modest, pure and quaint but most of all, happy.

The day Harry met Y/n he knew she was special. She had this aura that he wanted to wrap himself in like a blanket. A laugh as pretty as song birds in the morning, a heart of gold, quick wit and full of talent. He knew she was going to be his wife someday, and he swears the day she said yes when he got down on one knee his heart grew 3 times its size.

The pair planned their wedding to be an intimate, beautiful event and with the help of Harry’s lovely mother Anne and Y/n’s combined work they were able to pull it off. They had decided to invite their parents and siblings, their closest friends- which included Harry’s former bandmates who made sure to embarrass the newly wed man during their best man speech- and all of Harry’s god children as well as their parents.

Harry wasn’t shy about crying when he saw his bride walk down the isle towards him, her dress was a simple silk fitted gown with delicate trimming of lace. Y/n chose to wear the same pearl earrings her mother had worn at her own wedding and a diamond necklace Anne had gifted her for the occasion. He really couldn’t help the waterworks making their way down his face as he took in her beauty, he stayed weepy through the entirety of their vows a huge smile across his dimpled face when he finally lifted the vail over her head giving her the first kiss as a married couple. She was his, and he was hers and the pair couldn’t be more smitten for each other even as they stand where they are now nearly 4 years into their marriage.

Over the last 4 glorious, joyful years of being fully committed to each other, sharing a surname and living as a unite the pair had welcomed 2 beautiful children into the world. Alfie who was nearly 3, he was conceived only around 6 months into their marriage yet they couldn’t have been more elated to find out they were expecting. The second was their little girl Rosana that they affectionally called by her nickname ‘Rosie’ and she was now coming up on 10 months old, she was starting to become increasingly mobile already such a bubbly happy little girl who had her dad wrapped around her tiny chubby finger.

Harry was currently on a break, just finishing his first solo tour finally getting some downtime to be home with his family and he couldn’t be happier. He loved every part of fatherhood, he enjoyed getting up in the morning and starting the little ones routines. First Harry would go downstairs, putting a kettle on while taking some breastmilk y/n had pumped from the fridge to warm up, when both of those were taken care of he’d migrate back upstairs into his sons room where he’d usually find his little guy sitting up in his new big boy toddler bed playing with one of the various stuffed toys on his bed as he waited patiently to be gotten up. Harry adored the way his son would perk up when he walked in, opening the toddlers curtains to let the sunshine in giving him a nice morning cuddle before taking him to the bathroom to change out of his pullup into his new big boy underwear since y/n and Harry are finally reaching the tail end of potty training their first born. It had been a struggle, yet every time their little boy danced around with a sticker on his shirt for going on the potty it was worth every bed wetting incident, and all the terrible two’s tears that came with the teaching. After he had him changed, he tried his best to tame the boys hair. The little tyke inherited his fathers chocolate curls unlike his sister who wore a head full of ginger ringlets.

After all of the hygiene tasks were complete, he’d serve the boy his breakfast, steeping his wife and him a cup of tea using the remaining warm water to heat the breastmilk in for when Rosie decided to greet the day. Harry didn’t mind giving his girl a bottle feed so his wife could get a little extra sleep in the mornings, opting to nurse during the day and before bed pumping whatever’s left to hold Rosie over till her mother wakes up.

Unlike some people, when Harry heard the baby monitor start to go off with the cries Rosie gives when she first wakes up he smiles instead of groans. He didn’t get angry when his kids cried, he was actually good at reading the cry’s instead of getting frustrated which always helped calm it down quickly and his little girl would always have a little cry when she’d wake up and think she’s all alone.

As soon as her daddy opened her nursery door the little girl stood up in her cot, balancing herself by gripping the railing to get a good look at who was coming towards her. once the morning light was shining in from Harry opening her curtains the tears stopped and a sniffling nose and big gummy grin was shining on her face, a contagious smile at that.

“Good morning sunshine!” the man raised his voice a few octaves, a big grin on his face as he picked her up from her bed giving her a nice hug as he swayed back and forth. “Did yeh have a good sleep, miss ginger? You look very beautiful this morning my girl, always take your shirt off when yeh sleep don’t ya’ silly girl? I get it girlfriend, sometimes you gotta let it breathe babe. C’mon think it’s time for a nappy change and a bottle hmm?” the little girl giggled at her father, bouncing in his arms and babbling incoherently whilst her dad cleaned her up and got her ready for her morning feed.

Harry set the baby in her bouncer, putting the milk into her bottle checking the temperature on his wrist before giving it to the still topless baby. It was easier to just leave it off during the morning snack, she was a rather messy little girl since she always wanted to hold her own bottle now often letting it dribble onto her tummy as she removed the nipple from her mouth to babble at her father. She always had a lot to say, even if no one but her knew what she was on about, no one had created a baby talk translation app yet so until then her passionate rants wouldn’t be understood.

Alfie was at an age where he wanted to be independent more, he reminds everyone how he’s a big boy, whenever he puts his own dish in the washer or screws the top onto his sippy cup by himself. Both his parents found it absolutely adorable and humorous as well.

When Harry heard the pitter patter of his wife coming down the stairs around 45 minutes after he’d got the kids up, a soft smile etched itself onto his face. He swears every time he sees her, no matter what state she’s in he still finds her breathtakingly gorgeous. Angelic even. Even when he had pulled Alfie out of her as she pushed, he still found her beautiful. Nothing would ever change the love and attraction he felt for his wife.

“Mornin’ love, sleep well?” the man brought his wife into his arms, giving her a warm hug and a kiss on the crown of her head. “Mhm, thank you for gettin’ up with the kids so I could get a few extra minutes of rest. Love yeh h.” she stood on her toes to peck his lips, this far into a relationship and being parents a slightly morning breathy kiss didn’t bother them in the slightest. After you’ve changed some ungodly diapers, smells don’t affect you the same anymore.

“no problem, had an easy morning Alfie was good about brushing his teeth and me and Rosie had a nice cuddle. She woke up shirtless again, I’m starting to get her vibe think I might start just being half naked all the time.” Y/n chuckled at her husband, sipping her tea slowly before responding. “At least it was just her top this time, last week when I got her up she had taken everything off. Had to do an extra load of wash after that one. Silly little girl.”

The couple could fawn over their kids for an infinite amount of time, but a thud from the living room disrupted their banter. The two wore matching raised eyebrows while venturing into the room, being met with the sight of Rosie’s bottle tossed at the wall and the girl herself holding her feet up with her little hands in a split position while still strapped into her bouncer chair.

“Hey missy, throwing things isn’t nice. C’mon time to get dressed, can’t have nakey babies crawling in the garden can we? Neighbors might think we aren’t watchin’ after yeh well enough.” Her mother unstrapped her, bringing her to her chest to kiss her cheeks, her father deciding to chime in, “I think with that chubby tummy and those chunky thighs they’ll know our girl is more than taken care of.”

y/n bounced the baby in her arms, cooing at her and mocking Harry’s words with a baby voiced ‘is that true?! Rosie are you a chunky lady?’ which got them a chorus of baby laughs from the infant.

Once y/n got both of her little ones changed as well as herself cleaned up and changed for the day, she took them back downstairs where their father was sitting on the couch glancing between his phone and the tv screen as he shoveled some cereal into his mouth.

Alfie made a b-line for his dad, excited to show him the outfit his mother had dressed him in for the day.

“Daddy! Daddy look! I got clothes on, mummy says I look handsome! Look I got turtles on my socks, daddy look!” the little boy was over the moon about his clothes. Y/n had chosen some toddler size sweatpants, Alfies favorite t-shirt- a Gucci one Harry had got him which his wife thought was insane to dress a messy 3 year old in a 250 pound shirt, but their son loved it because his father wore the same brand- and some socks with little turtles as the print on them. It was going to be a pretty chill day at home so there was no need for fancy clothes.

“Oh my gosh! Bud you look very handsome, look at my dapper boy! Gimme five, big guy” Harry held his palm in the air, his son jumping to smack his much smaller one to his fathers, beaming from all the praise he’d gotten from his doting parents.

When Harry looked over at his wife holding his daughter his smile got even bigger. There stood his beautiful bride, clad in a pair of his black socks she liked to steal, some comfy adidas sweats and a t-shirt Harry had given her years ago. Her hair was in a sloppy bun, lips slightly shiny with some lip balm and only one earring in since Rosie had snatched the other stud from her right ear and tossed it somewhere Y/n too caught up in her children to even remember to take the second one out even after 2 weeks going by now.

His daughter was in a yellow polka dot onesie and her hair was in a little whale spout on the top of her head. His girl’s looked stunning in even the simplest of clothes, they were his angels and he adored them.

“And look at you girls! Little red head, you look dashing in that onesie! Red carpet ready my girl. And you miss yummy mummy, are stunning today. C’mere I want kisses from my ladies don’t be stingy.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at her husband, even when she looked like she lived in a alley behind a gas station he still made a point to make her feel beautiful. Of course, she adored the way her husband talked to their baby girl too, they had a long talk while she was pregnant with her where Harry vowed to always build up their daughter from infancy till the day he died. No matter how old she is, what she was wearing, if she was covered in gunk from the sandbox or in her future prom dress, he promised to always let her know she was beautiful and loved. Harry never wanted his kids to feel any less than supported, validated and loved.

It was around 1 in the afternoon when Rosie woke up from her first nap, nursing while Y/n and Harry sat together on the couch playing with Alfie and his blocks. The family had a quick bite to eat, hanging out just enjoying each other’s company. Y/n handed their daughter to Harry for him to burp her so she could refill Alfie’s sippy cup and grab both her and Harry some water.

After distributing the beverages she sat on the floor, playing with both her kids and holding Rosie up by her hands so she could dance around in her mothers grip. She loved to dance, she was always on the move crawling full speed everywhere and always squirming whenever she heard her fathers music.

Today the little girl had more in store for her parents, taking them both of them by surprise when she hoisted herself up to cruse holding onto the couch before looking right at her mother suddenly taking her first steps towards her.

Harry and Y/n both gasped, eyes wide and mouths showing huge grins while starting to cheer their baby on waving their hands and praising her whilst the baby took wobbly steps to her mom flopping into her chest before she was lifted in the air and spun around, excited cheers from the entire family as they celebrated her milestone.

“You’re walkin’ now Rosie! My big girl! Oh my gosh I’m so proud of you princess!”

Y/n tossed her into the air gently, catching her then setting her back on her feet letting her walk to her dad who was now in full blown celebration mode hands waving in the air while he cheered. His little girl toddled towards him, squealing as he scooped her up and kissed all over her face.

These were the moments he dreamed about his whole life, and he swears the dream didn’t even compare to the reality now. He’s never been happier.

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chemiste · 4 years

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Foresight ~ ch.3

a/n : here’s chapter 3 :)

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A couple cheers were thrown from people.

Mr. Azoff twiddled his fingers together for a moment then stood up, “Great! Let’s get Hélène to take a couple pictures of you with the band that can be posted later tonight on Harry’s story and also get you a tour shirt! We’ve got to make it seem like you’ve known him forever right? Get to chatting in the dressing room and I’ll find our photographer.” Jeff zipped out the room with the other crew hot on his tail.

Maggie exited first and told you she was going to find the bathroom, which left you and H to walk the dressing room.

“Thank you, for this.” You spoke up, smiling to the man before you. “I know it must be a lot of work to cover for me but I really appreciate it.” “I know what it’s like to be pressured to tell eve’yone something you’re not ready for the world t’ know and ‘m happy I could protect you from it.” The statement was endearing, but made you a bit sad for the boy walking alongside you.

He never got to do stupid teenager things without the media breathing down his neck, you thought somberly as you both approached the dressing room.

Before he could open the door, you put your hand on his arm and in a quiet voice said to him, “I’m sorry about the pressure you face from the public, it’s not fair to you or anyone associated with you. But, I want you to know that your strength made it easier for me to make this decision. I’m glad you’re the celebrity I fell into an E!News scandal with.”

Harry laughed at your jab to the article and pulled you in for a hug. “Thank you Y/N,” he mumbled into your hair that his face was buried in.

You both entered the dressing room and were met with the other band members. Sarah smiled when you came in and stood up to give you a hug, “Hey Y/N, sorry about all the commotion but we’re happy to have another girl on the trip with us!”

The door opened and Jeff came in with a pink TPWK sweatshirt. “Here,” he wanted it to you, “you can wear this during the show and stand either in the pit again, or balcony, or where I think would be best, the side of the stage.” “Why?” You asked as you quickly slipped your turtle neck off under the sweatshirt so you wouldn’t get too hot.

Thank god I didn’t get stuck like last time trying to do that.

“Because it will help sell the whole ‘long time friend’ thing for Harry, you can stand just a tiny bit in view during a couple songs so that fans take a picture to post seeing you here at another venue and then the speculation will go away.”

He then motioned to Harry, “You also need to follow her on Instagram and quickly, then after he does Y/N, you can answer a comment from someone asking about the follow thing and just say you didn’t want the public eye on you so much but now there’s no reason for him not to follow you, do you understand so far?”

You nodded and Jeff seemed satisfied.

He clasped his hands together, “Alright, Harry you need to change and get hair and makeup done—” “only hair!” “—and then it’s time to rock and roll.” Y/N, just follow Hélène out once Mabel ends and she’ll show you where to stand.” The manager left and Harry was circled by dressing assistants and his hairstylist/makeup artist.

As he was being pulled away he turned to you, “Hey where’s your friend…” “Maggie.” “Yeh, where’s Maggie?”

You moved to get comfy on the couch as he was forced into the makeup chair. “She’s in a hallway 3 hallways down from us, but in about 4 minutes and 23 seconds she’ll come through the door saying something about the bathroom being too far away from the dressing room.” You said causally, keeping eye contact with the British heartthrob through the mirror.

He looked forward to his own reflection and mumbled, “that’s so cool.”

Exactly 4 minutes and 23 seconds later, Maggie comes bursting through the door exclaiming, “Famous people use the dressing room! Why is the bathroom so far away from it! Terrible terrible I tell you!”

Harry and you both made eye contact as she threw a mini tantrum and then bursted out in laughter. Maggie stood there clueless, “What’s so funny? Guys? Stop laughing— guys!”

You could hear the thunderous screams as you followed Hélène to where you’d be standing. Maggie tagged along as well but was told to not step out into view with you or else they’d have another scandal and didn’t want to deal with it.

“Here we are!” She announced over the crowd to you, from your spot on the stage you could see the rubric’s cube on the screen above and the first few rows of fans at the barricade.

Hélène motioned for you two to come closer to her, “If you get tired of standing, there’s to fold out chairs over there. Y/N, step out a little after Harry asks for lighting in the crowd, this is will help them notice you a bit. I’ve got to get in position but I’ll see you girls after!”

You gave the photographer a thumbs up and she ran out to take the beginning shots of the crowd. Maggie squealed next to you, “This is so cool! We get to see him right in front of us!” “We were in front last time though Mags.” “Yes, yes but this time we’re on the stage!! It’s like our personal booth at an opera!”

Before you could respond, Only Angel started to play and the crowd really cheered then. You watched in awe as the screen lifted and there stood Harry Styles.

The songs were spectacular just like last time, you danced with Maggie and sang to your heart's content. It was great to watch Harry from this angle, you could see the joy in his face from all the smiles he was receiving.

“Can we get the lights up ’n ‘ere?” He asked into the microphone, you knew this was your ‘moment’ to shine. You gave a quick look to Mags who gave you a thumbs up.

Then, little by little, you shuffled into the direct eyesight of the crowd, still on the side of the stage. You lean on the wall to try and relax.

Y/N come on, look like you’re here for your friend and that’s your only concern!

With that thought in mind, you allowed your body to relax and enjoy watching the poster interact with fans. You’d always thought of him as a pretty chill celebrity but looking at him now, you could see how much he appreciated his fans and it was humbling.

Click! Click!

Flash!

Click!

Tiny bursts of light started appearing in your peripheral vision, you turned your head slightly to see a couple people had taken notice to your presence.

This is good Y/N, keep calm, everything is falling into place correctly.

“Y/N! Y/N! How do you know Harry Styles?!!” Shouts at you started to attract more attention away from Harry who was talking to the opposite side of the crowd and over to you.

Oh no, this is a bit much now. You looked up to Harry with a startled expression as you saw him watching the crowd looking to wear people were pointing.

You both made eye contact and he smiled with a tip of his head. “alrigh’ alrigh’, quit your whinin’. That’s m’ friend Y/N in case yeh were wonderin’ ya snoops.”

You let out a big breath as the crowd laughed with him, you mouthed thank you to him and he tipped his head in your direction.

“Let’s start another song shall we?”

Watching the finale song was very energizing, harry was giving it his all and the crowd was eating it up. Once it ended, the band took a bow and started to head off stage in your direction.

A sweaty Harry came darting right at you and with no time to react, he picked you up and swung you around. There’ll definitely be pictures of that on social media.

“You were fantastic Harry!” Maggie said as he put you down and started to walk back to the dressing room with everyone else. You followed alongside him with Mags and she continued to gossip about the whole concert.

“Did you see the girl in the front with the pink hair?! It was so cute when you sang medicine she turned to the girl next to her and confessed her love for her!! They kissed and everything, it was like a movie moment! And then—“

You zoned out Maggie’s rambling to glance at the rockstar next to you, even dripping sweat he still looked effortlessly handsome.

Stop that right now, no thought’s about licking the sweat from his brow or—hey! No-one of that Jess!

You shook your head and returned to the conversation at hand as you entered the dressing room. Celebratory cheers engulfed the room as Harry entered. Mitch and Sarah had a champagne bottle which they popped and dispersed into paper cups.

Once the cups were passed out, Harry lifted his into the air. “Here’s t’ new friends and a killer performance!” Everyone let out a cheers! and took a drink.

You chatted with Maggie for a bit before you heard your phone ringing on the table in front of you.

I must have left it here during the show. You went to grab it and saw a bunch of missed calls from your mother. Oh Lucy… What? You clicked call back and left the room to speak in the quiet hallway.

“Y/N? Y/N! Oh my gosh we were so worried—“ “Mom! What’s wrong? What about Lucy?” “Darling, she called us while we were out gardening and I only listened to the voicemail she left but she’s sounded confused! She said you were trending—“

“Trending.” You said at the same time as your mother. “Yes— what does that mean sweetheart?!”

You loved your parents, but they were a bit behind with technology slang. “Mom everything is fine, I’m sorry I haven’t called you sooner a lot has been going on.” “Like what Y/N?”

You took a breath, “You know texted you about the concert Mag’s Dad got us tickets to?” “Mhm” “Well, I uh, knew somethings that I shouldn’t because of my psych stuff—“ “Y/N! diD YOU GET ARRESTED?!” “wHAT!—No mother!! I did not get arrested!” A few interns that had been passing by gave you a strange look but continued on, you whispered into the phone.

“Basically I knew lyrics to a song that hadn’t been released and to keep the internet from exploding and my secret getting out, the singer has graciously let me tour with him for some shows.” “And when did you think you were going to tell me this young lady?!” “I’m sorry mom! Everything has just been so hectic that I forgot.”

A deep sigh came from the other side of the phone, “And they’re doing this to protect your special skill?” “Mhm, they are momma.” “Well, alright, what band is it anyway—“ “It’s Harry Styles.” “Styles? Wasn’t that the boy in that small band called wrong direction?”

You stifled a laugh, “One Direction, and they broke up a while ago.” “Really? Oh dang, I thought they had so much potential.” “They did have— oh never mind, I’m going to need to transfer my poetry and photography class online, and get more clothes oh god I didn’t think about clothing.”

“I can pack a couple extra suitcases to be sent over but where would they need to go and I don’t know how to get them to you.”

“Okay, I’ll ask Harry’s manager about. I love you mom but I’ve got to get back to Mags and pack up for tomorrow.”

“Alright, we’re sending our love to you!”

After hanging up, you thought about the clothing situation. I mean, I have my checked suitcase with about 15 outfits (thanks to Maggie’s insistence) but it would be nice to have some nicer stuff since I’ll be with a top list celebrity for the next month so… hmm.

You went back to the dressing room to find everyone packing up to go back to the hotels to get ready for the 5am wake up tomorrow.

Maggie walked up to you with a goodie bag of merch over her shoulder. “Ready to go?” You nodded and headed to the door. “See you guys later!”

Various versions of bye were voiced to you. As you walked down the hallway, Jeff came out of a different room. “Oh, Y/N great I caught you before you left. I’ll email you where to meet tomorrow, be there at 4am or a bit before since we want to get a move on.”

“Alright, oh one thing, my mother wanted to have a suitcase sent over for me with some more clothes?” He nodded and pulled his phone out, “here, put her email in and I’ll sent an intern in the area to pick it up tonight to be shipped over in time.”

Your eyes widened at his casualness to get something shipped abroad for you. You typed in her email address to his phone, “Thank you so much!” He bid you adieu and you girls took a cab back to the hotel.

“I’m sorry I’m leaving you two days before you’ve got to go home. You sure you don’t want me to ask if you can tag along?”

You said to Mags from your sprawled out spot on the bed across from her as she put her clothing back into her luggage.

“No worries girl! I’m gonna meet up with dad in Germany and have some Dad and Daughter time.” She zipped the bag up and put it on the ground and crawled into bed. “It’ll be good honestly, we haven’t had time together in a while.”

You smiled at your best friend, happy that the weird situation you were in wasn’t leaving her stranded. Maggie reached up and turned out the lamp.

“Good night Y/N.”

“Night Mags.”

ding ding ding! bing! ding bing! ding!

One of your arms wiggled out from under the covers to turn your alarm off. You let out a quiet groan and got up from the comfy bed.

You had been smart and wore what you were gonna wear on the bus to bed so you didn’t need to change. You had on high leggings and the pink sweatshirt from last night over a tank top in case you got hot.

Making sure you didn’t disturb Maggie until you were to say goodbye, you headed into the bathroom and closed the door quietly before fumbling your hand on the wall to find the light switch. You went pee and brushed your teeth, then did your skincare routine and put your hair up out of your face.

As you packed up the stuff you had left out for the morning you saw your eyelash curler at the bottom of your compact bag.

Might as well.

You curled your eyelashes a few times so you didn’t look too horrible for 5am but honestly would blame you?

You left the bathroom and put the last few remanned things in your suitcase and zipped it shut before pulling the handle out. Grabbing your phone and wallet from the table, you unplugged the charger and shoved it into your backpack before putting your tennis shoes on and going over to Mags.

“Hey, I’ve got to go now but I love you and I’ll see you soon kay?” The brunette rolled over to face you and gave a sleepy smile, “I love you Y/N, have fun.”

You gave her a quick kiss on the nose, “Love you too Mags.”

Then with one last sweep of the room to make sure you hadn’t left anything, you grabbed your bags and left.

ch. 4

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RotTMNT/Baron Jitsu Fanfiction: Dating... With Children - Chapter Two

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Plot: Benjamin Draxum hardly considered himself a man of high social standing. Not because he was uncouth or unworthy of it, mind you, but simply because he didn't have much of a social life. Hard to have one when he usually spent his days at work, cooped up in a lab for so long that he often had his lunches in there, and his nights at home reading or doing research for more personal projects. But perhaps meeting handsome semi-retired movie star - as well as his four young sons - could change all that...

((Chapter two, ya’ll! Thank you to everyone for their support on this story so far, and I hope you enjoy the next chapter! ^v^))

“...What’ve you got there, baby?”

Mikey smiled, and held the drawing - consisting of crayon, marker AND a bit of paint - up for his father to see. “Lots of drawings!” he replied, “Didn't wanna choose one, so I made ‘em all! Like this guy here is a super cool dragon, an’ here's his friend who’s a turtle that can skateboard, and this is a bee that's always makin’ up words and making people spell them!”

“Heh, I'm sure I know what that's inspired from,” Lou chuckled, remembering how Raph shared that his class was having a spelling bee a couple weeks ago. He sat and listened to his youngest explain each doodle, nodding and making quick comments of his own as he did so.

“And that's all I really have so far,” Mikey finished, setting the paper down, “but I think I wanna try to add a few more drawings. Maybe some stickers too, THEN it'll be perfect!”

“Alright,” Lou nodded, “But when you're finished, would you please clean off the table? Remember, we have company coming over tonight.”

“Oh yeah! Don't worry, Papa, I will!”

“Good,” Lou smiled, ruffling his curly hair and making the boy giggle, “Thank you.”

“I'm glad Dr. Draxum is coming over,” Donnie spoke up from the beanbag, looking up from his textbook, “I wanna talk to him more about science stuff. And look!” He held up his book - ‘The Building-Blocks of Life’. “I'm reading up on genetics too! And I'm pretty sure I’ll be about as smart as him on it by the time I'm finished.”

Amused, Lou raised an eyebrow. “I didn't realize they were teaching genetics in the first grade.”

“They aren't. I finished my work early and got to go to the library again.” “Ah.” Lou made another mental tally in his head. The school hadn't said anything yet, but if this kept up, he'd have to go there himself and look into possibly moving Donatello up to Raph’s grade. “Can you believe that some kids aren't even interested in looking at the big kid section of books? Or at the non-fiction section? Those are the best sections!”

“Heh, no, I can't. But then it's a good thing that you can appreciate them.” He began to stand up, but stopped when his ears picked up on something. Some quiet whispers, a couple soft footsteps… The martial artist smirked, and prepared himself.

After a couple seconds, he felt something heavy run into him, slamming him to the carpeted floor. He let out an “OOF!”, unable to help himself, while giggles filled his ears. “I got you, Pop!” Raph grinned, “You're pinned!”

“Oh, are you sure?” Lou asked, “because I think-” He twisted his body quickly, knocking a surprised Raphael off before scooping him up into his arms, making the boy squeal. “That I have YOU!” Raph squirmed in his father’s grip while Lou gave him a couple quick noogies before kissing him on the top of his head.

“Daaaad!” Raph groaned, sticking his tongue out. Lou just laughed, letting the boy go.

“Told ya you couldn't beat him, Raphie,” Leo said, grinning at the whole scene as he sat on the arm of his pop’s chair, growing legs swinging, “He's like, the best fighter in the whole world!”

“Yeah well, I still pinned you for a second, right Pop?”

“Mm-hm,” Lou nodded, “Though next time, make sure to actually pin them once you have them on the floor. Don't just sit on them, but try putting your hands and weight on their shoulders. Makes it harder for them to move, slows them down some.” After a moment, he added “But, maybe don't try to tackle our guest tonight, hm?”

“Heh, I won't.” “Good. Now why don't you and your brother wash up?” Raph and Leo both glanced down at their grass and dirt covered limbs, grimaced at them and dashed out of the room.

Still chuckling a bit to himself, Lou picked himself off the floor and headed back into the kitchen. He had already started prepping a couple dishes, but he still had plenty left to do for their meal. His smile softened a bit as he thought about their guest…

It had taken five days for Draxum to call him. In that time, Lou had tried looking him up online. Draxum’s social media was pretty standard, nothing offensive or red-flag raising but nothing too interesting either. The only other piece of the man online was a brief biography on his lab’s research site along with a photo - where he had a very serious and professional expression on his face. A far cry from the fairly casual man he had met at the art gallery.

When he did finally call, it had been late at night, just after he'd put the boys to bed and right before heading to bed himself. Lou had wondered if perhaps this was planned, as a sort of “welp, I tried calling but there was no answer, oh well” type of thing. But Lou had answered, and much to his (and certainly to Draxum’s) surprise, they had ended up talking for a couple hours.

The conversation had started out pretty slow and standard. Lou asked how his day at work was, and Draxum asked how he and the boys were doing. After a while though, things became a little more natural, and their conversation almost became more of a banter. They’d go back and forth, discussing their favorite forms of entertainment, hobbies they enjoyed, and even sharing a couple personal anecdotes. And after all that, there was no way Lou wasn't going to end the call by inviting him over.

Draxum told him he'd have to check his schedule. It only took until the next morning for Draxum to text, letting him know that he would be free the following weekend. Again, Lou couldn't help but wonder if Draxum actually had to check his schedule or if he just didn't want to appear to eager, but said nothing. Instead, he simply gave him a date, time and his home address, and let him know that he was looking forward to it.

Lou had to admit, Draxum wasn't usually his type, but he was still unique enough to catch the ex-movie star’s interest. After all, how many buff science-type bookworms did one meet in their life? Draxum was certainly intelligent, and had a bit of a dry wit but never seemed like a snob. He was a bit stiff but not boring, spoke his mind and, if Lou was really being honest, was so hot. (Again, buff bookworms. Who knew?) Plus, his kids really seemed to like him too. In Lou’s opinion, that last bit was the most important one of all. So, with all that in mind, Lou just figured: “Eh, why not?”

It was funny how often that phrase came up during the big decisions in his life - like when he had decided that he wanted to try being a father when almost everything else in his life seemed hollow, and ended up adopting four kids instead of just one.

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Draxum looked at his watch. 5:17. A bit early but, wasn't that better than being late? Really, it was a good sign he was there at all, given that he was still a bit surprised at himself for even accepting the invite. ...Not that spending more time with Lou was necessarily a bad idea...

He then glanced up at the house he was now in front of. Having never actually been invited to a celebrity’s home before, he hadn't quite been sure what to expect. But a medium sized, cozy looking and slightly run-down home in Brooklyn certainly was a bit of a surprise. Maybe making action movies didn't pay as well as Draxum thought.

Still, he kept these comments to himself as he went up the walkway that was littered with chalk drawings and up to the door, knocking twice. It took a couple moments for someone - one of the boys, the one with light patches of skin around his eyes who was wearing a blue tee - to open the door. “You know the password?” He asked.

Draxum’s expression twisted slightly in annoyance, but he kept his cool. “Open says me?” He guessed.

“Mm nnnnope, sorry.” With that, the door was slammed in his face. From the other side, he could hear more young voices, scolding and lightly arguing with each other. The door opened again, and one boy had become four. “I was just joking!” Leo insisted while Donnie continued to glare.

“Hi, Dr. Draxum!” Mikey greeted with a wave.

“Sorry about my dumb brother-” “Hey!” “You can come on in,” Raph added.

Draxum nodded. “Thank you,” he said, moving his arm a bit so he could reveal more of the small box he had been carrying. “If you hadn't let me in when you did, this probably would have melted.”

Leo’s eyes widened. “Wait, you brought cake?! Well you should’a said so!”

With a ghost of a smile on his face, Draxum walked inside. The living room to the Jitsu home was inviting and very much in-use, but not the cluttered and messy space that Draxum had been worried it might have been. There was a reclining chair, a love seat, two kid-sized beanbags, a coffee table with several colorful marks now permanently on it, and a flat screen tv that was playing some cartoon. There were a couple toys on the floor, though not enough that Draxum had to worry about tripping over anything, as well as a few framed pictures on the wall. One of Lou at what looked like some award ceremony, one of him with a Chinese woman (ex wife, perhaps?) and of course, one of him with his children that looked like it was taken just a couple years ago.

“Hey, Doc!” a voice called from the kitchen, bringing Draxum out of his thoughts, “How’s it going? You find the place alright?”

“Yes, there's this wonderful thing called a gps that really helps,” Draxum dryly replied.

Lou chuckled, smiling at him over his shoulder, and blinking when he saw the ice cream cake in the taller man’s hands. From the look of the packaging, he could guess that it came from a pretty high end bakery. “Oh, you didn't have to bring anything.”

“Well, you said you were making supper, I figured the least I could do was bring dessert,” Draxum told him, “Should I just put this in the fridge, then?”

“Yeah, go right ahead.” Draxum did, and then sat down at the table. He noticed that Lou was just in a loose fitting, pale yellow tee and some jeans. Immediately, he felt overdressed, even if he himself was just in a button-up long sleeve shirt and some dark khakis. Still, Draxum tried to look as ‘casual’ as possible, but clearly it wasn't working by the way Lou kept glancing back at him from the kitchen counter

“I'm glad you could make it, by the way,” Lou spoke up, trying to break the ice a little, “I'm sure you get pretty busy, being a scientist and all.”

“Actually, unless I hit a big breakthrough or doing work on a time sensitive project, it's pretty much a nine-to-five job most of the time,” Draxum replied, “The work stays steady, at least.” Lou nodded, and went back to his cooking. Not wanting to risk falling into uncomfortable silence once again, Draxum decided to ask something that had been on his mind since they first met. “And what do you do for a living these days, given that your last film was in, what, the early 2000s?”

Rather than being offended or caught off guard, Lou just smirked. “...You sure you're not a fan of my films?”

“Definitely not,” Draxum retorted so quickly that it made Lou laugh

“If you say so! Anyway, yeah, that was about the time I moved from LA to here. I was smart about my last few paychecks, so I pretty much live off my savings.

Draxum blinked. “...Seriously?”

“Seriously. Though, I know I can't use ALL of it - I know at least one of my kids is going to be going to college - so I do odd jobs when I need to. Make appearances at conventions, do a quick commercial or two sometimes- heh, last year I was even paid to play on a gameshow. A stagehand kept an eye on the boys as they watched me play from the audience, I won some money for a charity, and then the next day I took them to Disneyland. Used most of that paycheck to do it, too. So, I guess you could call me a bit of a sellout.” Though judging by his tone, Lou didn't seem bothered by this at all.

“I don't think anyone could really blame you for taking less time consuming work,” Draxum offered, “Still, do you ever miss making movies, as cheesy as they are?” Or rather, were.

Lou thought for a moment as he tossed the last few ingredients into the frying pan. “...Yeah,” he admitted, “I do. Though, there are plenty of things about the industry that I definitely don't miss, and besides…” His smile softened a bit. “I've got plenty of other things to occupy my time.”

Suddenly, there was a shout. Turning in surprise, Draxum looked through the doorway and watched as Donnie tackled a laughing Leon to the floor. “...Speaking of which, do you know that your kids are tackling each other?”

“Oh yeah, they do that sometimes,” Lou nodded, not even moving from the counter, “Boys will be boys and all that. They're going to roughhouse no matter what I say, and as long as they follow the rules, I usually don't need to step in.”

“Rules?”

Setting down his stirring spoon, Lou counted them off his fingers. “No holding anyone down for more than a couple seconds, no using force to get someone to play what you want to play, if someone says they don't want to wrestle then just leave them be, and no making anyone cry. They're good boys, so that last one is usually punishment enough when they accidentally break it.”

“Ah, I see,” Draxum nodded. Well, that was one way to teach kids how to control their strength and think about their actions. Still, he wondered how Lou would go about things once his sons got a little older and possibly became interested in following in their father’s martial arts footsteps.

It didn't take much longer for their supper to be finished. The kids came to the table without even needing to be called, smelling the food and eager to eat as well as being excited to talk with their guest again. While Raph and Leo told Lou all about the latest exciting climax in their cartoon, Mikey shared one of his drawings with Draxum, who could only stare at it.

“It's, uh…” He tilted his head a bit, staring at the mess of bright colors and scribbles. What on earth was it supposed to be? A natural disaster mixed with a rainbow? “...Very nice, yes.

Mikey beamed. “Really?! Which one is your favorite?”

Shoot, there was more than one drawing there? Well, that at least explained why everything was so cluttered. “Er, well…” He focused a little more on the drawing, and try to find anything that resembled something other than a blob or a tumbleweed to him. “I like this… Cat. Yes, this cat over in the corner, with the… Ice cream on it?”

Mikey looked back at the paper. “That's not a cat.” “Oh, sor-” “But that's a good idea!” The boy gave Draxum another bright smile. “I’ll draw you a kitty with ice cream later, kay?”

“Heh, very well,” Draxum nodded, relieved that he didn't offend the young artist.

“-And then, they used the magic sword, and blasted the bad guys right into the sky!” “Yeah, and the main hero guy said the BEST thing afterwards! He's soooo cool!”

“Well of course, he IS the main hero, after all” Lou chuckled, setting the last of the dishes down at the table, “Donnie, please put your book away now.”

Donnie frowned, reluctantly closing his half-finished textbook. “Fine…” As he placed it back into his ever-present backpack, Draxum managed to catch the book’s title.

“Genetics, hm?” He asked, smiling a bit. Perhaps the boy had been inspired. “Enjoying it so far?” Donnie nodded, keeping his eyes on the silverware in front of him.

The meal was fairly simple. A baked fish as the main course, with fried rice and an easy-to-make salad as the sides. Still, what it lacked in uniqueness, it more than made up for in good flavor. “I'm usually not much of a fish eater, but this is quite good,” Draxum commented, after only a couple bites.

“Mm-hm,” Lou smirked, “I'm not just a handsome actor-martial artist, after all. I know how to cook.” Draxum just rolled his eyes, mildly amused at his date’s cockiness.

“You should try eatin’ the fish and the rice at the same time,” Raph advised, “They go really good together!”

Draxum was the type to keep his food, as well as the tastes and textures, separate while he ate, but he did try the combination once just to appease the eldest Jitsu child. As he continued to eat, Draxum kept glancing over at Donatello out of the corner of his eye. The boy in purple nibbled and picked at his food, fidgeting a bit and staying silent. Certainly different from the eager and inquisitive boy Donnie had introduced himself as, so what had brought on this sudden shyness?

Was it something Draxum had said? He couldn't think of anything that could've been taken as discouragement or dismissal. So, maybe Donnie just didn't care for his field of science but didn't want to offend Draxum by saying so? No, that didn't seem right either. So then, what-?

He noticed Leo leaning over, whispering to Donnie for a moment before being nudged away. Rather than being annoyed, Leo just looked a bit concerned while his twin just looked… Embarrassed? An epiphany went off in Draxum’s mind. So THAT was why Donnie wasn't talking to him.

“Donnie,” he began, getting the boy’s attention, “I was wondering if you had any thoughts on your research so far?”

Donnie continued to squirm, squeezing his fists in his lap. “I-I mean, I'm still reading through the book so, so I'm not really an expert on it yet.” Truth be told, while he liked all sciences, he had really taken a shine to robotics and technology the most. “But talking to you ‘bout it before gave me a good head start, and I know the basics of it already and, um…”

“Yes…?”

“A-And, I…” Donnie scowled before suddenly shouting, “I have a scientific theory! A-About genetics, I mean.”

Draxum nodded, keeping composed (because, wow, even he could admit this was kind of adorable). “May I hear about it?” he asked, making sure to keep his voice neutral to avoid sounding patronizing, knowing that a child as smart as Donnie would definitely notice.

“Well… O-Our genes are inherited from our birth parents, right? So we only have a possibility of getting what they, or the rest of their people in their family, had. But, maybe there could be a way to, um, switch out genes somehow? Maybe with gene samples from other people, or with genes made by scientists, and then those new cells could develop and make whatever kind of person with whatever features they wanted.” Donnie winced a bit once he was finished, and waited for Draxum’s reaction.

The scientist hummed. “Well, that is a sound theory. Perhaps a bit difficult to test at the moment, but I can understand the basis of it, as well as see how it could be possible one day.” Donnie’s eyes widened. He stared back at Draxum, and began to grin widely, as if he had just received the best compliment ever. Draxum held back a chuckle. “Would you like to discuss this theory further?” “Yeah!”

Unsurprisingly, once Draxum began sharing the concept of gene mutation, the conversation devolved into a mix of scientific theorizing with some sci-if-esque levels of speculation (Donnie) and a debate over which animal features and mutations would be best to mix with people (the rest of the boys). Still, the discussion was no less enjoyable, to the kids or to Draxum.

And as for Lou, he just watched and listened, a warm smile on his face. This may have been their first shared meal together, but Draxum already felt like a seat at the table that had always somehow been there

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“...I think I just made it impossible for your kids to go to sleep tonight.”

“Eh, they've had worse sugar rushes. Trust me, this is nothing. Besides, they'll burn it all up soon enough.”

The remaining slices of the ice cream cake had already been placed back into the fridge, and because it was still somewhat light out, the boys had been allowed to go play outside for a while. So, they raced out the door, leaving their father and his date to watch by the window while they started playing what Draxum could only describe as a mixed up version of soccer and cricket.

He wasn't even sure if they were keeping score. All he could tell was that the game involved running all around the small yard, using foam swords and hockey sticks to hit a ball as well as kicking it with their feet. Either way, they all seemed to enjoy it, with Raph happily teaming up with Mikey and offering him a piggyback ride whenever his youngest brother struggled to keep up.

Draxum hummed, taking a small sip from the tea Lou had made for him before setting the cup back down. “Your kids are definitely unique.”

“Heh, they sure are,” Lou agreed, “They really are good boys… And they really like you, you know.”

Draxum nodded. It was still sort of hard to believe himself, given how he often thought of children as nothing more than tiny annoyances. Yes, Lou’s kids were loud, and strange, and still a tiny bit annoying. But they were also clever and endearing, and even a little cute. So, he had no real problems with them liking him, or with liking them in return.

“...And,” Lou began, taking a step closer, suddenly making Draxum very aware of his presence, “I really like you too.”

“I-...” That was all Draxum could get out as he turned from the window, looking Lou directly in the eyes now. The handsome (‘ugh, why did he have to be so handsome,’ Draxum thought to himself, knowing this would all be so much easier if he wasn't) man stared back at him, lips curled into an honest smile. No cockiness or playing up his ego, Lou simply wanted him to know how he felt.

“And I mean it too. And uh, heh, no pressure or anything but… I hope the feeling’s mutual.” Draxum didn't say anything, but he didn't look away either. Lou took another slow step forward. Close enough together to do so now, Draxum dared himself to take his hands.

“I think… That's a possibility,” Draxum told him quietly, finally finding the words to reply.

Lou smiled, letting out a soft chuckle that made Draxum’s heart leap a bit. “Good to know…” They were closer now, enough for Draxum to see himself in Lou’s glasses. He told himself that he wasn't the kind of man to kiss on the first date, but Lou was making it SO tempting!

Their faces were getting closer, with Draxum’s own feeling much too warm. He placed his hands on the shorter man’s chest… And gently pushed him away.

The ex-action star blinked, the intimate mood gone in an instant, suddenly leaving him feeling cold. Still, despite his disappointment, Lou backed away.

“...It’s getting late,” Draxum stated, “I should probably get going.” He didn't waste time moving past Lou, now standing in the doorway between the kitchen and living room.

Lou nodded. “Right, of course. Well, thanks again for coming over. I had a nice-”

“I’m-” Draxum suddenly began to say, still refusing to look back at him, “I’m… Available next weekend, as well. So, perhaps you could come over to my place and we could have dinner there.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Just the two of us. It, it's the least I could do, cooking for you in return.”

“...” Lou’s grin returned. So there WAS going to be a next time! “Yeah, that sounds great! Just text me a time and your address and I’ll be there!”

Draxum nodded. “I will.”

“Heh, I’ll be looking forward to our next appointment, Dr. Draxum.”

Even with the light blush still in his cheeks, Draxum turned back around halfway, scoffing at him. “You don't have to keep calling me that. I have a first name, I won't be offended if you use it.”

Despite his internet search on the man, Lou continued to be coy. “You never told me it, Dr. Tall, Dark and Handsome.”

His date rolled his eyes, sighing slightly. He was tall, definitely, but he wasn't anywhere near dark. His skin just barely had a tan! “It's Benjamin. Benjamin Draxum.”

“Ah. Well, Ben, I’ll see you next week.” Draxum nodded, hesitating for only a moment before moving once more. Lou followed him to the front door, and they each gave a quick good night before Draxum left.

“Heh, a second date,” Lou told himself, still grinning about it, “How about that?” With his steps light and earlier disappointment being unable to touch his now sky-high mood, Lou went into his backyard and began trying to wrangle up his kids and get them back inside for pajamas and teeth brushing.

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Honor Among Thieves Ch.12

Another night passed and it was morning again. Aida had left for her home early before the sunrise, and was back before noon. However the turtles were still asleep due to being night turtles, and Bonnie was just starting to stir from the couch.

She licked the roof of her mouth a few times and blinked slowly as she sat up. Her hair was a frizzy mess, due to sleeping on it while it was wet. She sniffed and looked out into the lair, her eyes wandering over to Donatellos’ station. It had been a while since she checked her social media pages, and she wondered what was going on in the world above. She glanced around the lair, looking for the purple turtle and when she didn't find him she grinned. She hopped up from the couch and quickly rushed over to the computer stand.

All the screens lit up when she tapped on one of the many keyboards, and after a few seconds of booting up, an empty box showed up. The computer was password locked.

"Should've figured." She groaned and mumbled, but she was determined. She furrowed her brows and her nose scrunched when trying to think up what the turtle might use as a password. First she tried, Renaissance due to all of them being named after Renaissance artist, but that didn't work. Then she tried the words Tartaruga Brothers, remembering seeing the words on the turtle van; that didn't work either. Turtle power? She typed in, but it blinked red. For her own entertainment, she typed in Bonnieisdasexiest. She knew it wouldn’t work, but it made her giggle until an alarm started blaring off. She was unsuccessful too many times and now she had locked down the computer.

"Aaaah!" She cried out and looked around frantically. Not wanting to wake up the turtles and get in trouble, again... She jumped under the desk and searched for the power cord. Once she had found it she yanked it loose from the outlet and the computer immediately powered off along with the alarm.

Aida winced when the alarm went off and rushed over to the station. When it shut off she spoke in a hushed tone, "What did you do?" She looked around the room, making sure no one had woken up.

"I don't know!" She whispered back. "Normal computers just tell you that you're locked out for twenty-four hours, or to call Microsoft!" She leaned back on her bottom and looked up at the screens. "But of course Donatello has an alarm rigged to his!"

She stared at the blank screens and shook her head. "What a spazz." She muttered. After a moment of silence she frowned and cringed, "Hope he saved everything recently..."

"Eheh..." Bonnie smiled weakly and dropped the power cord from her hand. She stood up from the floor and stretched her back a bit. "So... How was the family?"

"They were good," she answered, covering her mouth as she yawned. "Orlan and Montae seemed up to something, but they always are." She sighed and crossed her arms. "They still asleep?" She nodded towards the closed off rooms the rat and turtles slumbered in.

"As far as I know, yeah... They're still asleep." She nodded and walked off to the kitchen, where she started to make herself coffee. "So how did it go with Donatello and Raphael?" She yawned.

"Well, they were disappointed because youuu weren't going to help," She raised her eyebrows at Bonnie and held her cup out. "But they were good after the first couple minutes." She frowned a little and mentioned, "Raph's had a lot of scratches and cracks..." Bonnie frowned a little, but she wasn't too surprised. She had only known him for about a week total, and she could already see that his temper flared up often and easy. "Well, no surprise there huh?" She laughed awkwardly as she poured the girl some coffee.

"Yeah," She frowned. "I'm just surprised nothing got infected." She paused for a second and asked, "Can turtle shells get infections?"

Bonnie huffed. "I'm a thief not a veterinarian." She grew silent in thought as she stared down into her coffee. "Now that I think about it... It must really suck when one of them is injured. They can't go to a hospital like us." She looked back up to Aida.

The girl winced at the idea and nodded. "Yeah...and I don't think April knows anything about patch work," The girl took a sip of her drink and thought. She was shocked the boys were not dead by now; then again, being mutants might have something to do with it too. It was a miracle none of them had broken any bones yet. They no doubt had to learn from a young age how to help each other out.

Bonnie stirred her coffee with a spoon thinking again about all the things the turltes had to endure without the help of the above world. How they manage to pull together this lair, the electricity, the necessities, their entertainment. It was turning into less of a sob story and more of an outstanding achievement. They had been living down here for plus eighteen years with no one else’s help but their own. Bonnie smiled a little as she brought the cup up to her mouth and took a sip of her coffee.

She leaned over the table and spoke in a hushed tone, "Okay don't tell any of them that I said this but... They're actually kind of amazing."

Aida nodded in agreement, not noticing the tall figure approaching them.

"Aww, first I'm handsome and now you're calling us amazing?" Donatello's voice made the Latina girl jump and scream.

She covered her mouth and stared at him wide eyed before finally calming down. "You! Warn us next time!"

He chuckled and held his hands up in defense. "Sorry. Ninja-habits never go away," he smiled at Bonnie and nodded at her. "Why are we amazing?" He asked, genuinely curious.

Bonnie furrowed her brows and growled lowly. "So I guess eavesdropping is a Ninja-habit too."

"Nooo. I just have really good hearing," He pointed to the side of his head and waved her off. "Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me," The lean turtle went to his station and clicked on the mouse to wake the monitors. His brow furrowed when nothing happened and he clicked again. When there was no response he began to press random keys. "What the...?" He muttered as he began to panic. "Wh-what happened?"

Bonnie winced out of guilt, but she felt too afraid to say anything at first. Instead, she turned to Aida for help. Aida nodded at Donatello, trying to get the girl to confess.

Donatello began to do the basic troubleshooting. First he made sure the monitors were on, but when he hit their buttons nothing happened. He cocked his head to the side and checked the towers, noticing that they were completely off. When he pushed one of their power buttons, nothing happened and that's when he saw the power cable.

"Wait...how did this...?" He muttered and crawled underneath the display, holding up the unplugged end, staring at it as he tried to solve the mystery.

Bonnie looked back to Donatello; her hands clenching on tight to her mug. "Uuuh..." She groaned. "I uh- may know what happened."

He popped his head out from underneath his desk and looked up at her. "Oh yeah?" He already had an idea of what it was, but he wanted to hear her say it.

"Welll..." She trailed on and adverted her eyes. "I wanted to use your computer, but I didn't know the password... And I didn't want to wake you guys up sooo..." She rubbed at the back of her neck and smiled awkwardly.

He sighed a little and thought about how tedious it would be to reboot some of the programs that were forced to close, but he didn't get mad. "Don't worry about it," He nodded at her and disappeared beneath the table to plug the power cable in. "Though next time you can just ask," He said as he crawled out from the space. "The password's right here anyway," He pointed to the little post-it note on one of the monitors. "Mikey kept forgetting it, so that's why it's there."

Bonnie smiled and sighed a little in relief when he didn’t get mad at her. She put her cup down on the table and walked over to his station, picking up the sticky-note. "Cowa-bunga90?" She read slowly with a raised brow.

He blushed a little and shrugged, "It was our catchphrase when we were kids."

Aida smirked and looked at Donatello. "So, just curious. Did you guys ever try to socialize online?"

"Eeh, we thought about it," He admitted, turning on the computers. "But it was too risky. We might get attached to the wrong people. Our enemies have a better chance of tracking us or our friends down. And I think it would make us want to go to the surface more often," He frowned a bit and began to go through a couple of rebooting programs.

"So...no online girlfriends?" Aida asked.

He snorted and shook his head. "Yeah right. Do you know how many crazy men are posing as women online?" He gave them both knowing looks and shrugged. "Plus...I think we'd get a reputation as heart-breakers." He returned his attention back the screen to make sure everything was running smoothly.

"Mr. Donatello, the heart-breaker." Bonnie repeated and leaned up against his desk with a smirk. "I think you'd be more likely to get your heart-broken." She teased and reached to tap the bridge of his glasses.

Aida nodded in agreement, "Yeah you do seem pretty fragile."

Donatello ignored their teasing and continued, "No seriously! We could never meet up with anyone because, ya know..." He gestured to himself and huffed, "Instant break up material here."

The Latina girl frowned and tried to encourage him, "Well...ya know. I'm sure there's someone out there who doesn't care."

He gave her a look of disbelief and raised a brow. "...Riiiight."

"I don't know... Once they got a look at these guns," Bonnie squeezed at one of his biceps playfully. "They might change their mind."

His cheeks turned pink and he awkwardly pulled his arm out of her grip, trying his best not to think anything of it. "Haha! I mean...well...I'd hope," He rubbed the back of his head, fiddling with the tails of his bandanna. "O-oh! Speaking of social media..." He turned to the girls and pointed to one of the monitors, "If you two need to check anything out, use this area. Just don't be on it for too long, alright?"

"Got it." Bonnie nodded her head. "...And thanks." She hesitated to say but smiled when she did. "Thanks for... everything so far."

He smiled at her but panicked a little when he felt his stomach flutter a little at her words. He stammered a bit and cleared his throat. "W-well, you know. Whatever it takes to make us less scary!" He laughed awkwardly before shutting his mouth quickly. This was bad; it was really bad. He knew he had to leave so he shifted his weight and began to walk off. "I think Master Splinter is calling for me. I'll leave you girls to it. Have fun!" He waved at them before walking away quickly, running only after he disappeared behind a corner.

Aida's eyes were wide at the realization before her mouth opened in shocked awe. She smacked Bonnie's arm and kept her voice down. "Putaaaaaa! Did you see that?!"

"Ow, hey!" Bonnie pushed her hands away and furrowed her brows at her. "See what?"

Aida gestured in the direction the giant turtle ran off in. "He likes you!"

Bonnie snorted and looked at her in disbelief. "What?... No. He's just being an awkward nerd because well... he is one!" She pulled out the computer chair and plopped down it. She grinned when the password worked and went straight for her twitter page.

Aida clicked her tongue and leaned against the desk. "Alriiiight. But one hundred pesos says he's gonna get you something reaaally nice when he finds out your birthday." She peeked at Bonnie's twitter and frowned. "I do feel bad though...they must get lonely ya know?" She looked at the girl. "I know they have each other but that's different."

"Aww, c'mon now. It's not like we can do anything about that." She said, not looking away from the screen. "I mean--there probably are people who would be in to them. They just have to try harder if they really want a relationship." She shrugged and was silent for a long time while she scrolled down her dashboard. Eventually she glanced over at Aida with a mischievous look on her face. "Fuck, Marry, Punch, Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo?"

Her cheeks flushed red for a second before she began to giggle. "Okay, okay....lemme think..." She tapped her chin in thought, the grin still big on her face. "Punch Mikey, only because he looks the softest and I saw what happened to your hand when you tried to punch Raph" She counted on her fingers as she answered. "So...I guess fuck Raph and hope I live, then marry Leo."

"Aww, I'm flattered." Leonardo said as he passed by them and into the kitchen.

Bonnie jumped and turned quickly. "Jesus Christ!" She held her chest as if her heart was gonna pop out of it.

"That's not my name, but I'll take the compliment." Leonardo grinned and grabbed a box of mini wheats cereal from the kitchen table, then walked off in the direction of his room.

"Getting reeealll tired of this ninja shit!" Bonnie hollered out.

Aida felt her face turn bright red before she covered it with her hands. "Oooh Dios mío! No puedo creer que haya oído eso. Solo matame ahora," she whimpered into her palms before snapping her head up. "Anyone else want to pop in unannounced?!"

Very slowly, Raphael inched out of the darkness. He had originally planned on scaring the girls, but after seeing Leonardo beat him to it he decided against it. "Morning," He waved at them before pointing at Aida. "Also, no. I could probably crush your arm with my thumb," he chuckled.

Aida flopped her hands to her sides and huffed. "Oh good. Guess Michelangelo knows I want to punch him then, huh?"

“Maaaybe" Michelangelo answered and then dropped down from the ceiling.

Bonnie jumped again, then growled. "What did I just say?!"

He jumped up onto his feet. Putting his fist to his waist and puffing out his chest proudly. "We're ninjas! We're supposed to sneak up on you! Wouldn't you feel a little concerned if we didn't?"

"We're girls!" Bonnie gestured back and forth between herself and Aida. "We're supposed to have gossip time without guys knowing!" She responded.

Mikey huffed, "Pssh! Then you need some practice." He looked to Aida and shook his head. "And I'm hurt. Literally in that scenario." He frowned a little.

She gawked, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her. "I didn't mean any of it! It's just hypothetical!"

Raphael smirked and walked by the girls. "It's okay, Aida. Everyone wants to punch Mikey," he grinned at his brother and went into the kitchen.

"Yeah, especially me right now…" Bonnie grumbled, but turned back to the computer.

"Look," Michelangelo took Aida's hands into his. "I realize now, what I said about April being Bae was stupid..." He stopped and rubbed her hands with his thumbs.

She froze in place at the intimate gesture, completely shocked he was apologizing for that. It also made her panic. Her heart began to beat faster and the way her legs began to shiver was concerning; so she quickly hopped off the desk and pulled her hands out of his grip. "D-don't worry about it," She began to step away quickly, going in the same direction Donatello had gone in. "I mean, you've known her longer and she's super hot. So, uh...I gotta go. Dooo...things." She turned and walked off quickly before running off the same way the leaner turtle had just minutes ago.

"Ah-What? Wait!" He reached out to her, but she was gone. "Ugh..." He groaned and rubbed the back of his neck. "She didn't let me finish."

"What were you going to say?" Bonnie asked, but didn't look away from the computer screen.

"I was gonna say... You're all my Baes! No side chicks, just a polyamor--"

"I'm gonna stop you right there!" Bonnie said loudly and swiveled around in the chair to face him. "Have you ever talked to a girl for longer than three minutes?"

"What?" Mikey shrugged. "I thought it was fu--"

"Ah! Ah!" She interjected again. "That wasn't the answer to my question."

He furrowed his brows and crossed his arms. "Of course I have! You're not the only girls I know!"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm assuming you're talking about April."

"Yeah…" He nodded.

"Okay, but was she actually have a conversation with you, or were you just talking her ear off?"

He huffed, but his eyes widened a bit when he thought back on the conversations he had with the news reporter. They did seem to be very one sided… "S-so what're you saying?"

"What I'm saying is, stop being a total fuckboy and just be real with her for once!" Bonnie lightly kicked him on the side of his leg. "She thinks you're funny, but she doesn't want you to be funny all the time! Try and be serious every once in a while."

"I'm not a fuckboy, and I can totally be serious!" He chuckled nervously and looked back to Raphael. "Right?"

The red-clad turtle shook his head at his brother. "No, Mikey. You're a total fuckboy." He crossed his arms and shrugged. "Why do you think I want to punch you all the time?"

"What?..." His shoulders slumped in defeat. "But-- All I've got is jokes." He looked to the floor and frowned. "That's what makes me, me. Leonardo is the leader, Donatello is the smart one, and Raph is--Raph. I'm supposed to be the funny one!" He put his hands to his chest.

"And you still can be! Just- tone it down a little." She gestured a descending motion with her hands.

Mikey hummed in thought, still uncertain of what she was saying.

"Trust me on this." Bonnie said as she turned back around to the computer. "Oh and don't compare girls to other girls. Ever." She finished.

"Don't worry, we already gave him that lecture," Raphael said before freezing at what he said. He hoped she wouldn't pry, and if she did, Leo might not like it.

"Well it seems like it didn't get into his head the first time," she said nonchalantly. Not even picking up on what Raphael had really said.

Michelangelo looked a bit relieved when she hadn't caught on and he laughed nervously. "Got a big skull to get through..." He knocked on his head before turning slowly. "Thanks for the advice though!" He said and walked off elsewhere. He wanted to go find Aida and talk to her, but Leos words echoed in his head and he looked to the floor with a frown. Why does this always happen to me?... He thought.

The big red turtle watched his brother leave and huffed. His little brother had always been a hopeless romantic; anytime someone or something appeared from the surface, he would do everything in his power to be a part of it. Of course, Raphael was there to smack him back to his senses. They can be friends with these girls, but falling for them would just be asking for trouble.

The twitter page, however, caught Raphael's eye and he stared at it. "So how's Drake doin'?" He asked as he reached into his pocket, pulling out an egg. He began to fiddle with the white oval, rotating it and shifting it between his hands and fingers.

"Not so great apparently. He may have knocked up a retired porn star." She chuckled and stretched back in the seat, but she still had her eyes focused on the computer screen.

Raphael's eyes widened and he almost dropped the egg. He caught it without cracking it and simply rubbed it with his thumb. "He should get a test for that. I wouldn't trust her."

---

Michelangelo had walked off to the dojo. He slowly pulled open the screen doors and called out, "Sensei?... Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Splinter was tending to one of his bonsai plants when his son walked in. "Of course, Michelangelo," He put the pan down and turned to face him with a smile. He began to prepare a cup of tea for him, regardless if he would drink it or not. "What troubles you?"

Michelangelo walked into the middle of the dojo and sat down on his knees. He let out a long and tired sigh. "I know Leo's the leader, and what he says goes, and most of the time I agree with him on whatever it is but..." He licked his bottom lip. He was afraid of what he was about to say to Splinter, thinking his response would probably be the same as Leonardos’. "I don't--It's just-- Ugh!!" He stumbled for the right words and grabbed his head in frustration.

The rat walked over to him and sat down on his knees as well. He placed the mug in front of the turtle as he took a sip from his own. "Aah, this is about the girls isn't it?" Word had gotten to his ear that Leonardo gave his brothers another lecture, but this time about a rather sensitive subject. Splinter shared some similar opinions as his eldest son, but he also disagreed with him on a few things.

Michelangelo sighed again and looked to Splinter with a weak smile. "Heh... Am I that easy to read?"

"Yes...very," Splinter chuckled. "Plus Leonardo told me about the talk he had to give you and your brothers."

He grumbled. "It's just that… I know we're not human, so we shouldn't have the same values as them but I do!! Well... one of them at least." He looked down into his cup and frowned. "I wish I didn't because it nearly drives me insane. I don't wanna go my whole life without knowing what-" He stopped uncertain if he should finish his thought or not. "L-Love is like..." He murmured. "And since I'm a turtle, who knows? I may live past being one hundred!"

Splinter hummed in thought. Love was always a tricky subject; there were so many forms of it that it was near impossible to police it. "Of course," he finally spoke. "But you have to be cautious, not just because of what you are but what you do." He took a sip and sighed. "If you were to find someone, you'll have to miss out on many things simply because you can't go to the surface. Your enemies will use them against you. And you must be aware that you couldn't do things a 'normal' couple might." He raised a brow and put his cup down. "Even something as simple as going for a walk is out of the question."

Michelangelo stayed silent as he took in all of what Splinter had said. He was right, as always. Having a relationship would be incredibly difficult for him, and there would be so much he would miss out on due to being a mutant. The thoughts made his heart ache, and his eyes welled up, but he blinked away the tears. He put a hand to his chest and clenched onto on his straps that was placed over his heart. "I really wish I didn't feel this way." He whispered. "I wish I was like Leo. He never seems to be bothered by this kind of thing."

"Michelangelo," Splinter held up a finger and smiled. "Your big heart is what makes you unique and stand out from your brothers. No one wants two Leonardo's in this family," He chuckled before clearing his throat. "It is good to feel. But I think you misunderstood me, my son." He held the cup up again and stared at him. "I said it would be difficult. I never said you weren't allowed to fall in love. That would be foolish."

Michelangelo's head perked up at Splinters last statement. He began to smile but stopped himself when he realized he was getting too excited. He knew he shouldn't be getting his hopes up, but the fact that splinter gave him the okay to fall in love made it hard for him to contain his joy. He quickly pulled his sensei into a tight hug. "Thank you Master Splinter!" He squeezed him tight.

Splinter chuckled a little and returned the gesture. As he pulled away, he gave him a warning. "But remember, love is hard enough. It will be harder for you and your brothers," He held up a finger and made sure to sound as stern as possible. "Heart break is difficult and may be easier to come by for you. So do not rush into anything and ask yourself if you are willing to put them in danger."

"Right... With great power comes great responsibility." Mikey frowned a little and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Just like Spidey." He chuckled.

"No! Worse!" He flicked his nose. "The moment they go to the surface during the day, they are in danger. And there will be nothing you can do to save them. You must keep that in mind!"

He rubbed his nose and grimaced. "Okay, okay!... I get it. I'll be careful. Super careful!" He added with a nod of his head. "And I won't rush into anything I'm not sure of."

Splinter narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously and nodded. "Good. If you are ever unsure of anything come to me. Or ask Raphael, he'll knock some sense into you then."

Mikey laughed again. "Got it," he said as he began to stand up. "Thanks again, dad." He smiled at him warmly.

Splinter returned the smile and waved him off. "If Leonardo says anything, send him to me."

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-- decastichAmazifier [DA] began pestering aurulentHuntsman [AH] --

DA: sup working man

DA: there he is, standing post proudly with his boot on a stump, tiddies out, hair billowing

DA: unless i caught you during the lunch break and you're slurpin noodles while reading this

DA: no less attractive but entirely different situations though one is decidedly saucier... damn we just found the peak of potential sexiness

DA: good work team

AH: KAVI! ~}==>

AH: What a pleasant surprise! Indeed, you have caught me during a moment of respite, so your timing is QUITE fortuitous ~}==>

AH: I could definitely eat though, now that you mention it... ~}==>

DA: the hunger is real and altogether mutual, but let's work on food first

DA: guess which handsome guy is having his handsome boyfriend drop by lunch?

DA: Avalon is a lot of ground to cover and while i'd hate to dump a tracking chip on you i can't help to realize how convenient it'd make dropping in

AH: How inventive! We could exchange tracking chips if you'd like! HAHA ~}==>

AH: I'm sure that would be unnecessary, however... I am always at your beck and call, of course ~}==>

AH: For now, you can find me at home ~}==>

DA: there he goes feeding into my bad habits with grace and flourish while also being a sweet fuckin dork, expertly disarmed.. damn

DA: you can't tell but i'm clenching my fist like a prepubescent anteater... or aardvark ...... the fuck?

DA: i'm gonna google it on my way over

DA: see you in 10 babe

-- decastichAmazifier [DA] ceased pestering aurulentHuntsman [AH] --

KAVI: =It's a home he's well familiar with so don't mind him swoocing on in there... unless it's into one of Auryhn's mechanical servants then really don't mind and please look away from that fumble. He's having a better hair day but with changing from the hot to the cold his curls are all tight and extra sproingy=

AURYHN: -please, he has security cameras everywhere... he sees all. but he will not crush kavi's pride by drawing attention to his blunders. instead he trots out into the hall to greet him with a swoosh of his coat.- There you are! ~}==>

KAVI: =HE WILL HACK YOU.... but not this time because all the toys are away. The coat and scarf are already coming off, Auryhn gets a big smile and a cold kiss on the cheek= it's me, your dream come reality

KAVI: even more so since i got nibbles, hope you're in the mood for Earth-style Mediterranean

KAVI: i'm expanding my menu.. trying anyway

AURYHN: It sounds DELECTABLE ~}==>

AURYHN: You know I'm always willing to try something different ~}==> -winks and places a palm to kavi's back, leading him towards one of his many drawing rooms in the wing that's still private to him, as opposed to being repurposed for his CREW. it's much more casual here than eating in the dining area. he'd rather kavi feel cozy and at home.-

KAVI: =Here's the scoop though, he does feel at home here and most certainly with Auryhn in general. It's kinda scary, very exciting, and exceedingly frightening. Being in love is great but it doesn't really come hard for people like him which sprouds a wariness that he can't shake but, conflictingly, not give a shit to shake.=

KAVI: nuts, and here i was plotting all kinds of ways to convince you there goes the pre-lunch seduction

KAVI: which is probably in the best interest of all parties, hummus goes on pita, it's basically law and i'd hate the local authority to catch wind to my wrongdoings =he'd HATE it, it'd be so awful.... but once in the dining area he lays out the food fresh from his sylladex thus fresh from the kitchen=

KAVI: =A hearty salad with things like chic peas and purple lettuce, falafels and thinly sliced meats and not to mention the hummus and some cucumber sauce he tried to make. Also because presentation is everything he has it looking fancy for his spoiled prince=

AURYHN: -yes, these are two men who truly value presentation. auryhn is eyeing the display with much interest, on the edge of his seat and gathering up his meal.- This is fantastic! And you prepared it all yourself? ~}==>

AURYHN: -he's such a carnivore, despite half his family being vegetarian, and chomps right into the falafel without a moment's hesitation. it's only kavi around, there's no need to be COMPLETELY refined.-

KAVI: mmhmmmmm, right down to the pita =chinhands while Auryhn tears into his food. Kavi's always been more of a nibbler so that's what he's doing=

KAVI: nothin but the best for you, sugarcube =and he intends to make it the best... having practiced these recipes for around a week Figaro's had more than his fair share of lettuce and other greens other turtles can only dream of= gotta make sure my man's well-fed

AURYHN: -looks up from his food with big smiles and shiny eyes. so much adoration. kavi spoils him... and he does like to be spoiled, even if he's sometimes a little too prideful to admit. after dabbing at his face with his napkin -- because he's no HEATHEN -- he leans in to give kavi a kiss on the side of his head.-

AURYHN: It's delicious, Kavi. Thank you ~}==>

AURYHN: I must return the favor next time... ~}==> -it's been a while since he's done any cooking. it's a shame.-

KAVI: =grins and never ceases the chinhand= anytime babe, i look forward to that

KAVI: maybe sometime we can cook together, that'd be bitchin =He misses that cooking and also Auryhn in general. All this hero-ing makes him nervous but he doesn't mention it..... much=

AURYHN: -he seems EXTRA excited about that idea.- Egads, that's genius! Why haven't be thought of that before? ~}==> -he's so pleased, he smooches on kavi again... and nuzzles him... he might be a little starved for affection.-

KAVI: we were too busy one-upping each other into oblivion on the smooth factor =smiles at the nuzzles, good excellent. Crosses his legs and leans on Auryhn. Up on him actually for a kiss=

KAVI: we can make time for it and other shit, multi-tasking if need be

AURYHN: If anyone has the drive and the capability to achieve that kind of multitasking, it would be us! ~}==>

AURYHN: However, I'd rather not divide up any of my attention when I have time alone with you ~}==> -don't mind him as he abandons his food to touch at kavi's cheek, brush a thumb at his springy curls.-

KAVI: =Turns into that hand and lightly kisses Auryhn's palm, his hair is soft and if it's pulled it'll bounce right back up. Speaking of let's get up he settles in Auryhn's lap, scooting him out from the table a little=

KAVI: oh you wouldn't be dividing any attention, not from me .... really

KAVI: hypothetical question: could we or could we not squeeze in a quickie while making a robust stew?

AURYHN: -grinning at this kavi he has bundled up in his lap, resting his hands on his sides... only to short circuit a little at the question.- AH... ~}==>

AURYHN: THAT SEEMS LIKE IT COULD GET....... Messy ~}==> -wheeze-

KAVI: =shrugs cooly and plays with Auryhn's ponytail, putting it over a strong shoulder then moves to play with his ear= maybe but that's always, if the mess in the kitchen is a big deal there's an easy fix

KAVI: =Let's it hang in the air for a minute= i mean. i could just turn around

AURYHN: -oh deer, he's quite blue in the face now, his ear twitching under kavi's delicate touch.- That would be... much more convenient ~}==> AURYHN: -hands smooth down his thighs, palming at them with a sudden eagerness.-

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KAVI: =All according to keikaku= KAVI: see, that's what i'm sayin we can be mad efficient =Leans down to kiss Auryhn's collarbone then tips his head up, nosing under his jaw. He can't not grin at that cool blush= we could do a practice run just to be sure if you're still worried though... unless you gotta get back =Which yeah the way Kavi drags his fingers and speaks soft and low under Auryhn's ear that's basically a thing he's gunning to not happen. He will play dirty=

AURYHN: -honestly, he doesn't need much convincing when it comes to any form of attention -- but especially so in this case. he's already long gone and the sweet touches might as well be torture. he grips at kavi tighter.- Well... Haha... Surely if there was any immedi8 threat to 8e concerned with, I'd know... ~}==>

AURYHN: But who's to stop me from neighing-- STAYING ~}==> -all the heat rushes to his face for his excited slip ups. how embarrassing.-

KAVI: =Neighing... Kavi grins and even though that tighter grip makes his insides roll in excitement he also just-- now directly in Auryhn's ear= (hey how you doin big man lemme knicker in ya ear, you can pun all night baby. wordplay is my second favorite) = snickers and nips at that lobe, dangerous flat teeth watch out.=

AURYHN: -flat as they are, the way they scrape is an entirely different kind of deadly. between that and the whispers (FILLY as they are) he's shuddering all the way down to his toes, his blunders all but forgotten.- I wouldn't call it... especially clever wordplay... But a slip of the tongue ~}==>

AURYHN: You've got me rather twisted up... ~}==> -reciprocates with sweet kisses to kavi's neck, his hands grasping with more confidence, up under his shirt at the warm skin of his sides.-

KAVI: =A grin spreads over his face feeling Auryhn shudder, good. Excellent.= i'll give you a slip of the tongue, also it's cute

KAVI: my only thing is be prepared for me to prod you the next century if you're about to bust a trollnut and a pun comes out, i'm just saying it's out of my hands and gives me life while also destroying me

KAVI: =Mutters through the neck kisses and flexes for the wandering hands and undoes his ponytail gently. Combing fingers through Auryhn's hair to fan it out= before the mocking starts i can help you unwind though.... we.... do have a perfectly good table right here and technically i didn't put out dessert so that can be fixed =presses a kiss to Auryhn's cheek, it's him. He is the dessert. It's a careful, gentle set-up to being boned on furniture. Smooth=

AURYHN: -oh yes, VERY subtle... but auryhn didn't need much coaxing. after moving aside the food on the table, his hands secure under kavi's ass, lifting him with ease and a rumbly purr, silky smooth and contrasting his chastising words.-

AURYHN: Must you be so crude? I've herdly been given the chance to romance you ~}==> -with that, he plops kavi onto the table, crushing him under more kisses.-

AURYHN: Or would you prefer to skip that part? ~}==>

AURYHN: Whatever you desire, your wish is my command...~}==>

KAVI: =The second this dumb chair is out of the way his legs secure themselves around Auryhn's waist. Then snickers against his lips, pausing from slipping up Auryhn's shirt= whoa time out, are you sure? you bathe in pure romance babe, Mr. Flowers-for-no-reason =Bye shirt, folds it and puts it under his head. His now=

KAVI: oh, rare flowers from the top of mountains not one a wholeassed bouquet nbd KAVI: but i mean.... if it's player's choice then i'm ready for more unbridled spoilage from my super sweet boyfriend =cops cop tiddies=

AURYHN: -these unbridled stallion tiddies FLEX under kavi's hands.- In that case... ~}==>

AURYHN: -kisses down his neck to his collar tenderly, shifting over him to start pulling his shirt up as well, exposing more skin to cover in more cool, gentle smooches.- Please allow me to worship every inch of you ~}==>

KAVI: =NICE. These are the goods and Kavi's cat is showing because he's kneading them, poses gently as his shirt is pulled up :sparkle: But also.... :eyes: hot diggity=

KAVI: when you ask that nicely how could i say no?

#aurulenthuntsman #decastichAmazifier #in which kavi and auryhn are frisky

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