#Donnie x lily

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My favorite anime and cartoon characters I admire!!! 🥰

1] The Owl House: Hunter/Golden Guard (My love!!!💘) *romantic*

2) Star vs The Force of Evil: Tom Lucitor *romantic*

3) Camp Camp: David *romantic*

4) Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Leo and Donnie (My turtle boys!!!💕) *romantic*

5) Soul Eater: Soul Eater Evans and Death the Kid *romantic*

6) My Hero Academia: Izuku Midoriya and Shoto Todoroki *romantic*

7) Detective Conan/Case Closed: Shinichi Kudo, Kaito Kuroba/Kaito Kid and Heiji Hattori (My DC boys!!!! 💕) *romantic*

8) Yugioh Gx: Chazz Princeton

9) Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss: Alastor the Radio Demon and Blitzo

My favorite anime and cartoon child characters I wanted to protect and adopt!!! 😊✨️

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My favorite anime and cartoon couples I admired and shipped!!! 💕💕 (Part 1)

1) NaruHina (Naruto Uzumaki x Hinata Hyuuga)

2) Felinette (Felix Culpa *Miraculous Ladybug PV* x Marinette Dupain-Cheng)

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this christmas – op81

ski slopes, mistletoes, and the guy you've been crushing on for years – what could be better?

genre: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers!au, smut (just one scene in the end, you can skip it if you want)

pairing: female leclerc!reader x oscar piastri

other characters: lando norris, charles leclerc, george russell & mundt, alex albon & lily muni he, pierre gasly & kika cerqueira gomes

warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut, not much more i think

word count: 13.8k (LMAO)

requested?: yes!!

author’s note: hello hello!! a lot to say about this one. first of all, thank you to @be-your-coffee-pot for this request, and i apologize for not getting to it earlier than now. for everyone’s knowledge, the request was sent in to me in august, so… yeah. i know it’s not exactly what you asked for, but i hope you like it anyway <3

second of all, i feel pretty happy about some of these scenes, but some… not so much. some of the fillers have parts that i really despite, but i don’t really have time to rewrite since christmas is like 2 days away lol. also, my description of the reader’s relationship to charles is not my best work, idk why he barely even appears, and i’m also not sure why logan isn’t in this...

third of all, my red divider things make my posts disappear from the tags, so i didn’t put any in this time. it looks bad, i know, but idk how to fix it. if anyone does, please let me know. :)

and lastly: i only proofread this whole thing once yesterday, but tumblr was being a bitch and i got so frustrated that i do not have the energy to proofread it again. so please, if you happen to find any spelling or grammar mistakes, i would be very thankful if you let me know. <3

hope you all enjoy !!

december 12th, 2:11pm

oscar has always loved winter.

it started in his childhood; the holiday films he'd seen as a child, the way it always seemed to magically snow right on christmas eve really started something in him. it hadn't been common for him to get snow back home in australia when he was younger but once he moved to the england, he got to experience it quite a lot. playing, fighting and just existing in the snow was like an unfilled childhood need that stayed with him until his older years.

he loved spending christmas at home with his family, but ever since he got to experience real christmases with snow, trees and cozy darkness, he craved it more than he craved lying on the beach in his swimming trunks.

so when he was asked to come along to the swiss alps for a vacation during the winter break, he packed his bags right away. he and lando just happened to book the same flight, and they both arrived at the airport around noon, getting into a cab to take them to the accommodation together.

when they arrive outside the cottage, oscar is in shock; it is enormous. he had imagined just a tiny, cute little house – not that he was sure how seven drivers and a couple of girlfriends would fit in a "tiny" house – but he was far from right.

him and lando are the second pair to arrive, just about an hour after alex and lily, who are the self-proclaimed 'hosts' as they took care of all of the booking and planning.

"we thought that one would be lando's room," alex starts, pointing down the hallway. "since it's far away from everyone else, and i'm sure we all would prefer to actually get some sleep during the night time."

"oh, shut it..." lando mumbles, shoving his friend on his shoulder.

"this one can be yours, oscar," lily says, moving in the opposite direction and gesturing to another room. then, she points at the one right next to it. "and this one has two beds, so it's for charles and his sister."

oscar's ears perk up. "y/n is going to be here?" he speaks almost took quickly, making the other three turn to look at him.

"oh, i thought you knew..." lily has an apologetic look on her face.

"i must've forgotten," oscar answers, though he's completely sure no one told him about it. there's no way he would forget you. "don't worry, it's cool."

the hosts continue to move down the hallway, and the mclaren boys are just about to follow along when lando elbows oscar's side playfully. "it's cool?"

oscar raises an eyebrow, trying to keep calm. "what?"

"the youngest leclerc coming along?" a grin takes up lando's entire face. "it's just cool? is she cool, or-"

"goodbye, lando." oscar shakes his head, darting towards alex and lily again. he takes a few deep breaths, hoping the blush he can feel spreading across his cheeks isn't too obvious.

unfortunately, lando didn't need to see the blush to know. he has caught his teammate staring at you too many times over the season, and he is fully aware of the way oscar always is suddenly interested in the conversation whenever you're the topic of discussion.

lando knows everything. and this christmas, he's going to be the best wingman the world has ever seen.

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december 13th, 12:53am

it's past midnight when you and charles arrive. your flight had been delayed, and then the gps had stopped working all of a sudden. and then, charles just refused to drive any faster than 30 km/h, saying it was too dangerous. as if he didn't drive cars in ten times that speed without even flinching.

you assume the whole house is sleeping already, so you and charles both sneak in as quietly as you can. someone – lily, assumably – has left you a note on the front door, guiding you to your shared room. it all goes smoothly – until charles trips over the doorframe, dropping his bag onto the floor as he tries not to fall down. the sound rattles through the hallway and you flinch, stopping in your tracks as you hope no one's woken up. but just a second later, the door opposite yours opens and a head sticks out.

oscar.

your heart softens and your shoulders relax when your gaze meets his. your soft smile is mirrored on his face, the sleepiness evident in his droopy eyes and the way strands of his bedhead point in every direction.

he looks like he's just about to say something when charles speaks up. "sorry, man! were you asleep?"

he walks up to the australian, giving him a firm handshake and a pat on the back. oscar shakes his head. "i was up reading," his huskey accent is like music to your ears. "i thought i heard some rustling out here, and then..." he nods his head toward the suitcase on the floor.

your brother laughs as he steps back, walking into the room with the "leclerc" sign. "well, i'll let you get back to that then," he says, picking up the bag from the floor and looking back one last time. "good night."

and then, you were just two.

you and oscar stand still for a moment, just watching each other. then, he opens up his arms, welcoming you into his embrace. you step forward and drape your arms around his shoulders as his wrap around your waist, and you let out a content sigh. he's warm, comfortable, and the way he squeezes your body has your mind spinning.

"it's been a while," he says when you part from the hug, a soft grin playing on his lips.

"like a month," you chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest.

"a month has never felt this long before."

you're not sure when your crush on him started forming.

as someone who's always been interested in racing, even in the series your brother isn't in, you've kept up with most results and championships – including oscar's seasons in f2 and f3. after seeing oscar, the unstoppable rookie who completely crushed his season in f3, you made sure to keep an eye at him in f2 the following year. and it's easy to say that you liked what you saw. especially in jeddah.

you'd meet him occasionally around the paddock the following year, just giving him a sweet smile and a quick greeting as if it was no big deal. but you always found yourself squealing on the inside and taking deep breaths to stay calm whenever you made eye contact with him.

then came 2023 and his debut in f1. yet again, he exceeded everyone's expectations, performing better than most drivers who'd been on the grid for years. with his permanent role on the grid, he was around more – and so were you. it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to bump into each other, around the paddock or during media days or in afterparties, and now you tried not to shy away.

talking to oscar was always simple. he was easygoing, it all seemed effortless, and you felt more relaxed. before you knew it, you could chat about racing strategies and tyre management for twenty minutes before a member of the mclaren staff interrupted you, rushing oscar away somewhere. you got to know each other slowly throughout the season, though never really going further than some friendly conversations, but you felt happy knowing that you'd taken the first step towards getting closer to him.

"so..." he starts. "you've been good?"

you nod. "yeah, a lot of studying but it's been alright. you?"

"yeah."

and there it is again, that slightly awkward silence. it's natural, you haven't seen each other since that night in abu dhabi and you're both a little unsure of where you stand after it. the tension is so thick that you could cut through it with a knife, and you kind of want to escape the whole situation. but then he speaks up.

"hey, i just wanted to-"

he's interrupted by the call of your name, and when you turn around, charles is leaning against the doorframe, eyes hazy. "are you going to sleep tonight or what?" he asks, dragging a hand through his already messy hair.

you feel a weight lift off your shoulders – and at the same time, your stomach tightens in disappointment. you nod at your brother, looking back at oscar to give him a wave and a "sleep well", before joining charles in your shared room.

oscar stands still in the corridor for a moment, before sighing and slapping himself in his mind for being so awkward and messing up this opportunity. but on the other side of the door, you stand still too as you watch your brother jump onto his bed, taking a deep breath to clear your mind.

you're just thankful the room is so dark that he can't see your ever-reddening cheeks.

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december 13th, 10:24am

despite the never-ending pitter-patter of your heart as you went to bed last night, you could fall asleep quite quickly, seeing as you were utterly exhausted from traveling. breakfast this morning feels like you and charles have just been reunited with your childhood friends after being kidnapped for years; not like you had just gone a few weeks without seeing each other. everyone runs around hugging, chatting about how much they've missed each other and how great this trip will be.

"did you get new highlights?" kika asks you, sliding into the seat next to you by the long table as you stuff a piece of bread into your mouth. the room is a combination of a kitchen and a dining hall, with a big cooking area and a glass wall giving the dining area a beautiful view of the mountains outside. in the middle stands a long table with enough seats for all of you, filled with fresh pastries and other breakfast goods to celebrate the first day of the trip. "or is it just the light?"

"just the light," you answer, shooting her a smile as you pick up your cup of coffee.

"oh my god, i almost forgot to ask you," lily starts and places her elbows on the table, her face resting in her hands. "what happened to that guy from raya you were talking to? did you end up going out?"

oscar is sitting a few seats down the table, pretending to be immersed in a conversation with some of the other drivers about the last few races of the season, while actually just doing his best to listen in on the conversation you're having. when he hears alex's girlfriend mention raya, his ears perk up and his breath gets caught in his throat. a million thoughts instantly crash into his mind.

she's seeing someone? how could i not know this? she's on raya? is she actively looking for a partner? who is this guy they're talking about?

he coughs and tries to act normal, shaking off the uncomfortable feeling passing through his body. he soon hears the sweet sound of your wholehearted laughter, and he almost smiles instinctively at it, before he can remind himself that lando's story about las vegas isn't exactly a smiley matter. "you're not going to believe this, i have the best story," you say in-between fits of giggles. "i met up with him for some drinks, and guess what he said? that he has a foot fetish and has dreamed about me caressing his face with my feet." all of the girls squeal and explode with laughter, making some of the boys flinch and look over to see what all the commotion is about. "so, safe to say, we never met up again. and i haven't wanted to go out with anyone else from there, either. i have a feeling they're all just creeps."

"hey, don't lose hope!" kika says while elbowing your side, but her actions are too soft, forcing you to fold over as an uncomfortable feeling spreads through your body. however, a burst of laughter spills past your lips. kika immediately holds her arm back, laughing along. "crap, i'm sorry! i totally forgot how ticklish you are."

you shake your head, your hand landing on her shoulder. "no worries," you tell her. "but, i haven't lost hope. i just don't think my soulmate is lurking around on raya with the foot fetishists."

oscar feels his shoulders relax again, feeling alright with focusing back on the boys' conversation now that he knows you in fact aren't seeing anyone.

maybe he has a shot, after all. as long as he doesn't talk too much about your feet.

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december 14th, 3:09pm

lando thinks he's so smart.

when he tells oscar to go ask if you'd like to have some of the gingerbread cookies he's bought, it's the third time today he has forced some kind of interaction between the two of you. he is sure that the more time that the two of you spend with each other, the more likely you will be to stop pining and just confess already.

but this time, oscar glares at the brit. "why don't you ask her yourself?"

"because you know what room she's in," lando hums back, reaching into the cupboard with some groceries. "i keep getting lost, the house is too big. plus, i'm busy." he motions to the half-empty grocery bag on the counter.

oscar lets out a sigh, but nods. "how can you memorize all tracks on the calendar, but you get lost in a cabin?" he asks rhetorically, whilst turning around and making his way down the hallway towards your room.

it's not that oscar doesn't enjoy 'accidentally' being forced into talking to you; it's the extreme lack of discretion lando is showing that makes him annoyed. it makes oscar seem like he's the one coming up with silly excuses to talk to you, and he doesn't like how it makes him look. he'd rather be seen as chill, laidback, someone who doesn't force things. he doesn't want you to catch on too early and reject him.

your voice echoes a 'come in' when he knocks on the door to your bedroom, and he pushes the door open just a little to reveal you sitting on the bed, a thick blanket wrapped over your shoulders. a grin spreads across your lips when you make eye contact with him. "hi," you say, placing the book you were reading on the bedside table.

"hey," he answers, stepping inside the room. "i... lando bought some gingerbread cookies, and we were going to make some hot chocolate, and..." his voice trails off as his eyes wander down your body, taking in the christmas sweater you're wearing and the fuzzy socks covering your feet. he smiles absentmindedly at the sight, loving how cozy you seem, and wishing he was sitting right there with you, sharing the blanket.

you nod, understanding him despite his lack of words. "i'll be right there."

oscar gives you a thumbs up – one he then facepalms himself for when he's left your room – before moving towards the kitchen again. but when he walks into it, he sees something hanging from a lamp. he stops in his tracks. "no way..."

festive cookies aren't the only thing lando bought when he went to the local supermarket. he also got the ultimate tool for securing his master plan – a mistletoe.

he doesn't know how, but he's planning to make sure you and oscar meet underneath it at least once before the holidays are over. there's no way you'll both be able to avoid it all week.

of course, lando isn't the only one rooting for the two of you. most of the other drivers know too – how can they not notice the glances you share and the way you light up when someone mentions the other in a conversation? – and most of them are in on his plans. charles is probably the only one in the house who's still oblivious to your and oscar's pining, and lando thinks that he might interfere with the matchmaking if he figures something out, so the brit keeps quiet.

oscar wants to pull the mistletoe down, rip it apart and throw it in the trash, but he refrains. something inside him tells him this might actually work out in his favor – and he decides to trust his gut this time.

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december 15th, 2:01am

sleeping can be tricky, especially when your brother is snoring loudly in a bed just a few meters away from you.

who even decided to put him and you in the same room?

when you've been tossing and turning to no avail for about an hour, you decide it's time to do something, anything, to hopefully get a little tired again. a glass of warm milk never hurt anyone, did it?

you make your way to the kitchen, pour yourself a glass of milk and put it in the microwave, before turning to look through the windows.

the view of the mountains is breathtaking. there is an untouched, thick layer of snow covering the area, with new flakes still falling. the sun set long ago, but the snow makes it all seem light. the lake below you is just barely visible by now, almost completely coated in snow.

it's completely serene, and you find yourself getting lost in the scenery. however, you're shaken out of your trance when you hear steps behind you. when you turn around, your eyes find someone standing just a few meters away, barely visible in the dark.

you jump in your place and clutch your chest in shock, not expecting anyone else to be up at this hour. when the person steps into the light of the little kitchen lap you had turned on, you relax instantly. "holy shit, oscar," you breathe. "you nearly scared me to death."

"i'm sorry," the australian chuckles. "i didn't know how to approach you without scaring you..."

"what even are you doing up?" you question, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back against the counter.

"i was just reading in my bed when i heard your door opening, and then footsteps, so..." he trails off when his eyes wander out towards the living room, seemingly just as taken by the sight as you were just moments ago. "i wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"well, everything is okay, so..."

there's some kind of awkwardness hanging in the air. it's not only because of the obvious uncertainty of what to say or do in this situation; it has more to do with the fact that this isn't the first time that the two of you have found yourselves this close with this much tension, all alone at night. sure, it's a lot like the night of your arrival here, but another memory springs to your mind, too.

just under a month ago, following the after-party in abu dhabi, oscar had accompanied you back to the hotel when you started getting too tipsy to keep yourself up on the dance floor. your brother had been nowhere in sight, so oscar took it upon himself to help you out, draping an arm across your waist before walking you all the way to your hotel room. and when you'd arrived in the dimly lit corridor, you'd turned up towards him to thank him, accidentally brushing your nose against his as you did. both of you had broken out in giggles, neither especially sober, but you stayed close – and when the laughter settled, you just watched each other. when his gaze had flickered between your eyes and lips, your breath hitched in your throat, the anticipation growing stronger. you had leaned in even closer, your eyes fluttering closed-

but just as your lips were about to brush his, you had been interrupted. a door a few meters away had opened and the two of you jumped apart, watching as your brother stepped out and exclaimed that he had been wondering where you ended up. oscar had wished you both a good night before hurrying off, the embarrassment of almost getting caught by his friend being too much for him to handle.

you just hoped oscar had been too drunk to remember it, because otherwise, things were bound to get quite awkward. you didn't want him to act differently around you just because you have feelings for him.

thankfully, he hasn't said or done anything to make you think he does remember it.

as you're thinking back to that night in abu dhabi, you nearly get your second heart attack when the microwave goes off with a loud beep. you scramble to turn it off and take out your milk, almost burning yourself on the hot glass in the meantime.

oscar watches you with an amused grin before he forces his gaze off you, eyes wandering over to the windows again. "quite the view, huh?"

you look over your shoulder at the blanketed mountains. "yeah, it's breathtaking," you reply, before growing quiet.

he pauses for a moment, too. "there's something magical about this place. makes everything seem simpler, quieter..."

you nod. "yeah, it does."

something about the moment makes you realize that maybe, just maybe, the awkwardness between you and oscar isn't as insurmountable as you once thought it would be. the shared quietude is comfortable, and you feel at ease. he hasn't brought up abu dhabi – he probably won't, you feel – and maybe you could both just put it behind you and focus on enjoying your trip.

when you eventually get back in your bed, it's with the same kind of pitter-patter of your heart as when you and charles arrived in the cabin a few days ago. needless to say, the glass of warm milk probably isn't going to help.

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december 16th, 9:02pm

the mistletoe has moved.

when you first noticed it the other day, it was hanging from a kitchen lamp. and now, it's in the doorframe leading into the living room.

you're planning on avoiding it at all costs, not wanting to slip up and accidentally get under it with the wrong person. or the right one, for that matter. the awkwardness of kissing your crush in front of friends and family would be too much to handle.

some others seem to have the exact opposite attitude towards the decoration, though. kika and pierre can be found by it about ten times per day, and alex and lily have no issues sharing a few kisses whenever they "accidentally" pass it.

no matter what, lando has a mischievous grin whenever anyone mentions it, or even walks near it.

his grin stays on when he decides to let himself be in charge of the outing you all have to the christmas tree farm nearby. the farm is too big and would take too long if everyone was going to look at every tree, so lando divides everyone into groups of two based on who they're standing next to as you walk past the gates.

what a coincidence that you're standing right next to oscar when he says this.

lando ushers the two of you off to the rows with quite tall, pre-decorated trees. "so," oscar starts as you both stop in front of a tree with white lights and ornaments hung all over it. "what do you think about this one?"

"well, it's lovely," you say, scanning it thoroughly. "but isn't the true test how well it fits into the living room?"

he nods, despite his confusion, and he shoots a curious glance your way. "and how do we determine that?"

with a playful grin, you hold up an imaginary measuring tape, pretending to size up the tree with a critical eye. "i'm trying to figure out if it fits this corner best, or..."

he follows your gaze, realizing the tease in your words. "i think maybe it's better in the other corner," he hums and points to the side as you turn a little.

"exactly."

lando never inserted himself into a group; he's too focused on watching the two of you share a lighthearted laugh at the situation. though his mistletoe back in the cabin might still have a trick or two up its metaphorical sleeve, he is already proud of his matchmaking antics.

and, he is sure you'll both crack. it is just a matter of time.

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december 17th, 1:43pm

"i never thought skiing would be this hard," you groan as you step into a cottage, the warmth enveloping you and beginning to defrost you instantly.

oscar laughs at the exasperated tone in your voice. "this was just the kids' slope, you do remember that, right?" you stick your tongue out at him, slumping down on a bench by a table. "you just wait before you do some real skiing..."

you had never skied before today. oscar had, but he said it was too long ago and that he needed an easy start. plus, he couldn't just leave you all alone in the children's slope without an instructor.

you'd fallen over at least five times, despite the fact that the slope was practically flat. thankfully, oscar promised to buy you some hot chocolate in a cottage café to cheer you up.

when he comes back from the cashier carrying two big, steaming cups of chocolate, you've regained most of the feeling in your fingers again. the hot piece of ceramic almost burns your skin, but you think it's worth it; you need the sugar and you need it now.

"you know what the worst thing is?" you ask, bringing the cup up to your face with both hands. you start sipping on the drink and oscar glances at you with a questioning look as he slips down next to you on the bench. "carrying those goddamn skis with me. not only does it suck to actually ski, but dragging them all the way from the rental shop…"

"if it's that much of a bother, i can carry them for you."

"and carry your own too?" you scoff, watching him flinch as he burns his tongue on the drink. "you're not that strong."

he lets out a groan. "you're not even strong enough to carry your own, so you shouldn't say anything."

"i can carry them!" you protest, shooting him a glare. "i just don't want to. two very different things."

you both go silent momentarily, too busy focusing on how good it feels to no longer be frozen to the marrow. the cabin is filled with people; kids running in circles around the tables, soon to be tired again after the initial sugar shock from their afternoon snack; a group of older ladies gossiping and enjoying getting some rest just like you; and some young adults in the far corner are already busy dancing on the tables with their after-ski drinks in their hands.

"you know what? i changed my mind," you tell him, scooting away from him a little and placing your skiing boot on the bench. "these things. they're the worst."

you start to unclasp the boot, sighing in relief as you finally tug the shoe off your foot, throwing it onto the floor. you've only worn it for about an hour, but you can already feel the bruises beginning to form. you're just about to reach down to undo the other boot, too, when oscar reaches towards your foot.

your eyebrows shoot up as he takes it in his hands, pulling the foot into his lap. and then, his fingers begin to wander up and down your foot and ankle, giving you soft squeezes and pressing down on the spaces where he thinks the boot has squeezed you the most. you hold back a pleasured sound, seeing as it would sound way too inappropriate right now, but oscar subconsciously takes note of how you're getting flushed because he soon looks up at your face.

"is this okay?"

you swallow down the lump in your throat, nodding quickly. "y-yeah… just don't tickle me..."

when did things get so intimate? mere minutes ago, you couldn't think about anything other than how you were so cold your nose was going to fall off. but now, you can't stop your eyes from following his long, sleek fingers, thinking about how good they feel and imagining how good they would feel somewhere else-

"give me your other foot."

you're thankful that he interrupts your train of thought before your mind wanders too far.

compose yourself, woman.

"don't tell me you have a foot fetish, too," you tease, turning around so that you can place your other foot on the bench too. he lets out a hearty laugh, swiftly undoing your other boot before letting it drop to the ground.

"oh, shut it. do you want a massage or not?"

you shoot him pout, giving his shoulder a thankful pat before taking your cup in your hands again. you focus on the drink, watching how the steam rises and the marshmallows melt. you can't look over at him anymore, scared of your cheeks growing too red and your face giving away your feelings.

the bell by the door rings behind you, and you look towards it out of habit. and in comes alex, george, lily and carmen, laughing and chatting loudly about the black slope they just went down. oscar doesn't seem to notice, but you hastily pull your feet from his lap, sitting down properly – unfortunately making eye contact with alex as you do. he leans forward to lily, whispering something in her ear, and you watch as her eyes dart to you and a smirk grows on her lips.

shit.

the clicking of her boots against the stone floor meets your ears and oscar turns his head at the sound, suddenly realizing why you withdrew from him. "hey there," lily cheers, each of her hands landing your and oscar's shoulders. "what have you been up to?"

your eyes meet his briefly, before looking back up at lily. "just... drinking some chocolate..."

"oh, no skiing?"

"she crashed too much, i couldn't keep her out there and let her continue to embarrass me all day," oscar tells her and you shove his shoulder.

"do you mind if we join you guys?" george asks, coming around the table and not even giving you a second to think about it before he sets two cups of chocolate down on the table. the grin he's wearing only tells you one thing: alex told him already. carmen's lips show off a matching set.

"not at all..."

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december 18th, 10:32am

you huff as you slump down on the living room couch, your mood not even getting brought up by watching the newly installed christmas tree in front of you. you hadn't even been out skiing that much yesterday, yet every single inch of your body aches. not only do you have big, blue bruises on both of your hips due to the many times you've fallen onto the hardly packed snow, but every muscle screams with pain as you drape a blanket over your body. needless to say, you decided to stay at home today instead of heading out with the others for another round.

"are you sure you don't wanna come along?" kika asks as she enters the room, her pretty pink sunglasses perched at the top of her nose. the pout on her lips almost makes you doubt staying in, but when you move to sit up more straight again, you know you've made the right decision.

you nod, giving her a weak smile. "yeah, sorry."

"but oscar promised to come along?"

you freeze, your cheeks growing red as you hear her words.

did she know? about your feelings for him? did the others already tell her about the incident in the cottage yesterday? did they really interpret the situation that way?

"w-what?"

"oh," she chuckles at your reaction. "i just meant that he was so bad yesterday, so i thought that seeing him fall over a couple of times would be worth the pain."

"we're gonna trick him into going down a black slope with us," says pierre who walks into the room, arms lacing around his girlfriend from behind. "we'll send some clips."

you let out a breath of relief as they leave the room. maybe they don't know. maybe your secret will stay secret for a little longer.

the group leaves in pairs or trios and you tell them all goodbye from your place underneath the many blankets. everyone has left by now except for oscar, which confounds you since the others seemed to have so many plans for him. your confusion only grows when he steps into the living room without any skiing gear on, just wearing an oversized, cozy hoodie and a pair of sweats.

"why aren't you out with the others?" you question, your eyebrows raised at him.

"well," he sighs, flopping down next to you on the couch. "i can't find my helmet." when you shoot him a doubting look, he raises his hands defensively. "what?"

"i don't believe it."

"you don't have to, but it's the truth."

"how do you even lose a helmet? it's so big?" you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. "i assumed you were used to keeping track of where your helmet is since if you don't have your helmet with you for races, then you can't race."

"i swear i put it on the drawer by the front door like half an hour ago. i don't understand what could've happened."

you have to give it to him; he is really doing his best to cover this up. you find it pretty obvious that he just doesn't want to ski because of what the others were planning to do to him. but maybe if kika and pierre hadn't spilled their plans already, you would've believed him.

"but hey," he says, bringing you out of your thoughts. "don't feel obligated to include me in whatever you were going to do here now that you finally have the house to yourself." he pushes himself off the couch, standing up and shooting you one last smile before turning to walk away. "i'll let you have some peace."

he takes a couple of steps towards the bedrooms, but then you get the idea. "oscar." he stops in his tracks, throwing a glance back at you. "i was planning on doing some baking, and…" you shuffle slightly in your seat. "it wouldn't hurt to have an extra helping hand."

"i'm a horrible baker, though."

"and i'm the best baker ever, so i guess we cancel each other out." you stand up from your seat, keeping the blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you make your way toward the kitchen. "let's go make some mediocre cookies!"

oscar shakes his head, grinning to himself as he follows behind you. this was definitely not what he had planned, but he sure is liking the way it's going.

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december 18th, 8:14pm

oscar had not been kidding when he said he sucked at baking.

he put in twice the needed amount of flour, and only half of the sugar. and as if that wasn't enough, of course the mistletoe had moved to the kitchen, making the whole situation quite uncomfortable as you both had to take strange routes while navigating through the kitchen to avoid it. not even your baking skills could save the cookies.

as an apology, oscar promised to buy some fancy gingerbread cookies tonight at the christmas market you'd all planned to go to in a nearby city. he was strongly set on going through with his promise, despite how many times you told him that it was alright and that they wouldn't taste as good as homemade ones anyway.

you've all been at the market for almost two hours now, but it feels like you've only gone about ten meters. your friends, mainly lando, george and alex, are stopping at every single shop and stand, making sure to check out all products and buying at least one thing in every store, no matter how long the line to the cash register is.

"lando-" you groan at the sight of the brit running into yet another store; this time, a shop filled with christmassy outfits for dogs. "he doesn't even have a pet…"

kika is grinning next to you, shaking her head. "he told me earlier today that he wanted to buy a present for roscoe if he got the chance," she says as most of the group joins lando. "makes more sense than when he bought that screwdriver thirty minutes ago just because it was green."

"the power of 'christmas colors', apparently," you hear oscar's voice from behind you, and you turn back to meet his eyes.

"well, i'm not surprised. just disappointed. and cold, and tired of standing still."

oscar points his head to the side, up the street. "i think i saw a stand a little further up that sells cookies, maybe they have some gingerbread ones."

you nod, a small smile entering your lips. "let's go check it out, then. kika, do you wanna come-"

you're cut off by the sound of pierre calling for his girlfriend, holding up a reindeer costume and blabbering on about how it would be perfect for her cousin's dog. "sorry guys," kika says before strutting off to her boyfriend.

you both shrug before walking down the street towards the stand oscar had spotted. the sugary scent of cookies meets your nose from far away, and your mouth waters at the mere thought of the sweets. when you arrive, a sweet old lady sitting behind the stand greets you and tells you all about the different cookies she's baked. gingerbread, sugar cookies with little candy canes, snowball cookies, and various traditional swiss cookies.

"would you like to have a taste, dears?" the lady asks, pointing her hand to a plate with samples. you and oscar take a gingerbread cookie each, popping it into your mouths.

"oh yeah, this is lovely," he says, looking like he's savoring every crumb.

"much better than ours," you answer, nudging his shoulder with yours. he gasps and places a hand on his chest, feigning offense.

you turn your attention back to the lady and telling her you'd love to buy a little box of cookies from her. oscar pays for them and she wraps the box in some pretty gift paper, handing it to you before you continue making your way down the street. the house walls and all trees are wrapped in christmas lights, some blinking in random colors and some with a soft glow of an elegant white. the streets are filled with people wearing santa hats, ugly christmas sweaters, and scarves so big half of their faces are covered. there's not a single frown in sight, the happiness and love so obvious you can almost see little hearts flowing above everyone's heads.

you glance into a couple of different stores as you stroll, stopping occasionally to check something out. when you reach a stand with different kinds of jewelry, something catches your eye: a golden necklace with a heart-shaped charm hanging from it. you carefully pick it up, your heart fluttering in your chest as you inspect it.

and when you look up at oscar from the necklace in your hands, he feels like the air is stolen from his lungs. your eyes are twinkling with happiness, outshining all lights in the entire christmas market. the excited smile on your lips is contagious, and suddenly, it's like the world around you has stopped and everyone else has disappeared. you're both just grinning at each other like two lovestruck fools, nothing in either of your minds other than the person in front of you. the sight of your rosy cheeks from the cold makes the butterflies in his stomach multiply by the second.

wow, he really is totally and fully whipped.

"really pretty," he finally gets out, unsure if he's talking about the necklace or the woman standing before him.

"pretty? it's gorgeous," you answer, eyes flickering back to the jewelry in your hand. "i adore it. how much is it?"

just as the guy in the booth is about to answer, you feel someone grab your free hand. "come on guys, they're closing down soon and we still have a bunch of shops to visit!" kika is pulling you along so fast you barely have time to put the necklace down.

lily notices the disappointment on your face and pats your shoulder. "we'll come back here sometime before christmas, don't worry."

lando shows you the christmas tree costume he bought as you wander down the market again, but oscar suddenly stops. "guys, i forgot my phone back at the cookie stand. keep walking, i'll catch up with you," he says, pointing behind him with his thumb and disappearing before anyone can say anything.

it's a good excuse, but you clearly see the outline of his phone in his back pocket as he hurries down the street.

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december 19th, 9:22pm

the days roll on with a gentle rhythm of shared glances and fleeting touches between you and oscar. unbeknownst to both of you, lando, ever the persistent wingman, continues his behind-the-scenes matchmaking efforts.

in some magical way, lando manages to get you and oscar paired up for pretty much anything. board game night? you and oscar just happen to get the exact role cards that make you teammates. time for some ornament decorating? you and oscar are the only ones who don't get a seat on the couch, having to sit on the floor together and share all your materials.

funnily enough, it never gets awkward between the two of you. even when you are left all alone, there is always something to talk about, some dumb thing lando has done that you can tease him about behind his back, or something you are curious about when it comes to his racing career so far. somehow, being with oscar started feeling comfortable, natural, unforced.

one specific night, alex comes up with the idea of playing card games, to which only a few of you are actually interested. some plan on going to bed early so they can hit the slopes first thing in the morning, while others just aren't in the mood. oscar said he would just finish wrapping some christmas presents and join you all later, and you catch yourself feeling disappointed that he's not on the couch next to you, helping you win (or taunting you to make you lose). it surprises you how much you're drawn to him, how it feels like something is missing when he isn't around, when you didn't feel this way just a few days ago.

you try to shake the feeling off, but it's still lingering even as you start playing with your friends. eventually, you excuse yourself to get a glass of water from the kitchen to take your mind off things. but-

just as you round the corner going into the kitchen, your head crashes into something hard. you shriek as you stumble, hands coming up to grab the person in front of you as you lose your balance, but a pair of hands wrap around your back, holding you up. when you look up, you're met with oscar's big brown eyes blinking down at you. "you okay there?"

you let out a relieved breath, nodding at him. "yeah, thanks to you. what were you doing coming around the corner that fast, though?"

he chuckles. "what were you doing not looking where you're going?"

"touché."

your hands are still holding on to the front of his hoodie, and you're about to let go of him and walk away when you notice something in the upper periphery of your vision. something is hanging above you. but, it can't be-

of course it is.

the mistletoe.

oscar looks up just as you do, jaw dropping slightly. "oh..."

"indeed..."

you both keep your vision pointed up, as if the mistletoe would disappear if you just keep on staring at it. oscar's hands slowly begin to slide off your back, and he's hoping you'll both just pretend like none of this ever happened. it would be the least awkward thing to do.

"maybe-" his breath hitches in his throat when you speak up. his gaze is on you again, but you're still looking at the plant. "maybe we should do it. just... for the christmas spirit, you know. i love christmas."

you don't even know what you're blabbering on about. you're trying to improvise a reason to kiss your brother's colleague that makes at least a little sense, but you're completely lost. you realize how dumb you sound, and you expect to see him staring at you like you actually are insane when you look back at him.

but what you don't know is that he thinks it's the best idea ever. he is just as into it as you are, if not more. he doesn't look at you like you're crazy; he's just dumbfounded, blinking at you as he tries to understand what's happening. did the girl he likes really just say they should kiss? because she loves christmas?

oscar gulps, but something in him gives him the courage to nod. "i mean," he starts, voice weak. "what's the harm? it's just... tradition."

"right. yeah, that's exactly what i was thinking."

the tension is higher than ever as your faces are already just inches apart. you aren't sure who should take the initiative and lean in, but before you can overthink it, you're both doing it subconsciously. your noses brush against each other briefly and a little giggle escapes past your lips, and this whole situation feels very familiar. this time, oscar can't hold back anymore, so he closes the gap and presses his mouth to yours.

the kiss is quick, not much longer than a peck, but something changes inside you. when you didn't know what it felt like to kiss oscar, you didn't think too much about it. but now that you have felt his lips on yours, you crave it.

he seems to feel the same way, because when you kiss him again, he's pressing against you instantly. your hands move from his chest to his shoulders as your lips move in sync, tilting your head to get a better angle. oscar's touch travels up and down your sides, fingers grazing the bare skin of your stomach when your sweater lifts.

oscar takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and you let out a hum, making him grin into the kiss. his tongue swipes between your lips before slipping into your mouth, exploring it for the first, but hopefully not last, time. you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, already growing hot as his hands move down to your butt.

kissing oscar is so easy, so comfortable. it's like you've done it so many times before, like it's what you were made to do.

you're so relaxed and so focused on the kiss that you don't even hear lando's footsteps right next to you, nor his snicker from a few meters away as he picks up his phone to snap a couple of pictures. you don't even hear him strutting away to the living room, nor his loud proclamation to the group: mission complete.

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december 23rd, 8:35am

the rest of the days leading up to christmas consist of a lot of sneaking around.

the days are filled with secretive kisses when you're sure no one is watching, fleeting pecks or longer liplocks, hurriedly parting and acting like nothing happened when you hear approaching footsteps. they're filled with soft brushes as you pass each other in hallways, little squeezes of your waist or his arm when someone is around, conveying more than anyone could guess. and they're filled with giant, knowing smiles matching on your lips, with longing gazes and sly winks across the dinner table.

now, his hand is warm in yours despite the freezing temperatures of the air. when you said you forgot your mittens in the cabin, oscar had just smiled, taking off one of his own to give it to you. and to heat your other hand, he intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand as you walked.

you'd slipped out of the house before anyone else had woken up, wishing for a peaceful moment for yourselves. the two of you haven't really had time to properly talk ever since your moment under the mistletoe, and even though it wasn't outspoken, you both knew there were things to be discussed.

you're halfway around the lake when he finally touches on the subject. "so..." he starts, nudging your shoulder with his. "you like me, huh?"

you snicker. "i have for quite some time now, actually."

his hand squeezes yours. "tell me about it."

and when he asks, you tell.

you tell him about seeing him all those years ago, thinking that he was just a pretty face, a good driver, and not much else. you tell him about getting to know him more and more in the last two years and realizing that shit, he's so much more than that. you tell him about the butterflies, about the sneaky glances, about falling for him.

and then, he tells you his side.

he tells you about knowing of you from your first appearances in the f1 paddock, the curiosity in him growing for every picture of you and charles he saw. he tells you about wanting to approach you but not knowing how, not wanting to come off too strong or clingy. he tells you about how nothing has ever been more disappointing to him than charles's timing back in abu dhabi. then, he tells you about how his fingers had secretly been crossed all trip, hoping that lando's attempts to pair the two of you up wouldn't fall through.

you share giggles and smiles as you tell your stories, and it all feels so natural even though it's so new. and you think to yourself that maybe, this won't be so hard to get used to.

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december 23rd, 5:46pm

"how are things going with oscar?"

lily's voice makes your heart skip a beat. you had just walked into the kitchen to grab a gingerbread cookie, not expecting her to be doing the dishes this late in the evening – and especially not expecting her to ask you something like that. "what do you mean?" you ask back, trying to stay composed as you strut over to the cupboard, reaching into it for the box of cookies.

"are you going to be like... boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

the box slips out of your hands and crashes to the floor before you can catch it again. did you hear her correctly? your eyebrows shoot up and your mouth hangs open as you look at her again. she scoffs.

"oh please, the two of you aren't exactly sneaky," she says, looking back into the sink. "you know, lando took pictures of you under the mistletoe. and we all saw you coming back from your little trip to the lake earlier today."

"oh my god." you cover your face with your hands, letting out a groan. "oh my god. no way."

lily laughs, washing the last few plates under the tap before placing them on the side to drain. "don't worry, we were all in on it."

"and what does that mean?!"

"lando had a plan." of course he did. "we all agreed to help him out. except charles, he's still oblivious."

"what kind of plan?"

"well, just small things here and there, really." she wipes her hands on a towel before turning around and leaning against the counter. "hiding oscar's helmet so he'd have to stay here with you instead of skiing with us. walking really slowly in the market so you'd both get so tired of us that you'd stroll off alone. and the mistletoe, but that's obvious..."

as lily spills the details of lando's plan, you feel a mix of embarrassment and surprise, along with a hint of amusement. you're suddenly very aware of the collaboration that has taken place behind the scenes, and you take a deep breath as you slowly lower your hands from your face.

"so... lando really orchestrated all of this?" you exclaim, still trying to process the fact that your friends have been actively working to bring you and oscar closer together.

lily chuckles, nodding. "yes, and he's been loving every moment of it. we all figured you two needed a little push."

you shake your head in disbelief, a smile playing on your lips despite the initial shock. "what's the endgame here? is lando secretly a matchmaker or something?"

"he wishes," she says with a smirk. "i think he just enjoys playing cupid when he can." she shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest. "but hey, it worked out well, didn't it? you and oscar seem pretty cozy."

"yeah, i guess..." the mention of oscar brings a blush to your cheeks. "i just didn't expect to have a whole team of co-conspirators."

lily laughs, stepping forward to pat your shoulder. "it's all in good fun. besides, it's about time something happened between you two." you nod in agreement, smiling at her. "now, spill. how are you feeling about all of this? is he boyfriend material?"

you hesitate for a moment, contemplating your newfound dynamic with oscar. a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "yeah, maybe. we're figuring it out, i guess. it's all been... surprisingly nice."

she grins, satisfied with your response. "well, then, i'd say lando's plan was a success." she backs away, walking towards the kitchen exit. "just enjoy it, okay? and don't be too mad at us. we just wanted to see you both happy."

you nod and watch as she leaves, still processing the directed events that have led up to this moment. as you're left alone, you can't help but smile to yourself at the thought of everything that's happened – and everything that's yet to come.

suddenly, for the first time in your life, you feel thankful for something lando has done. you'll have to remember to thank him later.

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december 24th, 10:23pm

just a few hours ago, charles was challenged to a snowball fight with the rest of the twitch quartet. and how could he ever say no to them?

for you to fall asleep before he got back would just be stupid, because there's no way he will be able to keep quiet when he eventually he crashes into the room post-fight. so instead, you sit against the headboard of your bed, a thick blanket draped over your body and a good book in your hands as you enjoy the tranquility of the last few moments of christmas eve.

there's a soft knock on the door, one so low you could've just as well missed it. "come in," you call out, looking up from your book as the door creaks open. surprise paints your face as oscar enters the room, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of carrying out a secret mission.

in his hands, oscar holds a beautifully wrapped box, adorned with a crimson bow. "merry christmas."

"oscar, what are you up to?" you ask, laughter dancing in your eyes.

"giving you your present." he sits at your feet, holding out the present to you.

you place your book beside you on the bed, accepting the gift with a curious smile. you unwrap the present, and as you remove the lid of the box and your eyes are met with a necklace, your breath hitches in your throat.

the heart-shaped pendant is familiar – it's the exact necklace you'd eyed in the christmas market. you look up at oscar, a myriad of emotions playing on your face. "i didn't forget my phone," he admits, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. "i just really wanted to get it for you."

speechless, you delicately trace the edges of the pendant with your fingers. "oscar, i..."

"it's a christmas gift, but you can wear it whenever you want."

you hold the necklace up to him. "like now?"

he nods and takes it from you as you turn around, brushing away your hair so that he can secure the chain around your neck. when you turn back, you catch the glint of admiration in his eyes. "you look beautiful."

you hold the pendant between your thumb and pointer finger, a silent acknowledgment of the connection formed by the gift. "it's perfect, oscar. thank you." you tilt your head, smiling at him. "you're not getting your gift until tomorrow, though."

"just seeing you with this necklace is enough of a present for me. i don't need anything else."

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december 25th, 6:04pm

christmas day morning is for gift exchanges. you all sit around the tree in the living room, giving out presents and sharing the background stories behind the silly little things you've bought each other. you receive a ton of random objects that people had bought that day in the christmas market; objects they bought just to irritate you and oscar. now that you know, you find it quite funny – and seeing charles's confused face as you unwrapped a green screwdriver from lando is definitely one of your highlights of the day.

your present to oscar is, obviously, better planned than most other gifts. beneath the wrapper is a box titled "skiing survival kit" written in big, red letters. in it lies a pair of thick socks (with a note reading "to protect your feet from those horrible boots"), a bag of hot chocolate mix ("for moments when skiing feels too challenging; a little warmth to make everything better"), a bottle of peppermint-scented massaging oil ("you never know when you find yourself in need of a massage..."), and a handwritten letter about how you enjoyed your stay in the cottage much more than the actual skiing and a promise to stay in and warm his chair for him next time he's out "skiing".

then, midday rolls around. the chefs of the group, also known as the few people who don't burn everything they attempt to cook, take their time to make a good dinner. in the meantime, the rest of you prepare some games and competitions, including a trivia, a snow fort building competition, and a gingerbread house-decorating contest that ended in lando letting his competitiveness get the best of him. safe to say that no other gingerbread houses were still standing, other than lando's, meaning the brit won by default. his price: getting thrown in the snow in just his pyjamas.

and the evening? it's dedicated to a movie marathon, as per russell family traditions.

it has all been planned into the finest detail; the couch in the living room is decorated with blankets and pillows, nearly every bowl in the house is filled to the brim with snacks, and mattresses and pillows on the floor for those who don't fit on the couch. everyone was included of the vote of what movie you were going to see, though you had a feeling george had cheated when you were told the 'home alone' series won. especially since it's the one series he hasn't been able to stop talking about wanting to watch all trip.

you're settled on the edge of the couch, a blanket wrapped over your shoulders and your knees pulled up to your chest. you're laughing along with something kika has said from right next to you when you hear a beep from the kitchen, indicating that the last bag of popcorn was ready. you assumed lando would be getting up to fetch it, seeing as he was the one who insisted you needed one more bag, but when your eyes find him, he sits very contently and comfortably a few seats away. he looks back at you, eyebrows rising as you make eye contact.

"hey, you're the closest to the kitchen," he says, nodding his head in your direction. "go get them."

he isn't wrong, but he still makes no sense. "no way, norris."

he pouts. "please, be quick so we can start the movie already."

"you suck."

he sticks out his tongue at you but you've already walked off. when you return, a new bowl filled with popcorn in your arms, you aren't exactly surprised to see lando in the seat that used to be yours. you shoot him a glare, to which he answers, "i could barely see the tv from where i was sitting!"

"oh, but you think i'll be able to?" you scoff at the way he shrugs his shoulders, seemingly to say that it's now none of his business. and when you look at his old seat, you are even less surprised to see who's sitting right next to it.

oscar is looking up at you, confusion mixing into his features. he's been scrolling on his phone for the last few minutes and didn't notice when his teammate left him alone.

neither of you complain when you slip into lando's old spot, though. oscar immediately grabs the blanket in his lap and drapes it over you too. you shuffle closer to him as the movie turns on, the soft fabric of his pyjama pants brushing against yours. the bowl of popcorn is propped up on your lap, and when you reach into it to grab a handful, it touches something warm. you rip your eyes from the tv to see your hand brushing against oscar's. of course.

considering the other touches and kisses you've shared these last few days, it's not even a very intimate action. and yet, something about it leaves both of you giggling.

"so many clichés this trip, huh?" he says, eyes flickering between your hands and your face.

instead of answering, you grab his hand in yours. your fingers slip in between his easily, as they've done so many times these last few days, but you pull your hands underneath the blanket to keep them out of sight from everyone else.

it's a good movie, but it's easy for you to zone out when you feel oscar's hand squeeze yours. neither of you can really stay away from the other, inching closer as the movie progresses and stealing little cheek kisses when everyone is focused on the most exciting scenes. and when you start to grow a little tired, your head instinctively lands on his shoulder as you let out a little yawn. oscar desperately has to hold himself back from cooing at you, feeling so soft and prideful that you're leaning on him, and he settles for leaning his own head on you.

you both think you're being subtle, but everyone in the room understands what's going on. even charles, who has now been let in on what's happened between you and oscar after he walked in on lando telling alex about how cute the new couple in the house looked walking around the lake, can't take his eyes off the two of you. as your older brother, he feels like he should be doing something or saying something to protect you. he wonders what his role should be here – aren't brothers supposed to scare their sisters' boyfriends away?

but charles realizes that oscar isn't an enemy. in this moment, you look so peaceful, so content; like you've found the the long-lost puzzle piece to make you complete. how could he possibly interrupt that?

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december 25th, 11:28pm

charles is still fast asleep on the couch when you slip into oscar's room after the movie has ended, fingers intertwined and your laughter mixing as he pulls you along to his bed. his hands find your hips as he sits down on the edge of the bed, urging you to lower yourself onto his lap, and you happily oblige.

"look up," he says, and when you do, you're not surprised by what's hanging in the roof.

the mistletoe.

"oh," you start, looking back at him. last time you found yourself underneath the mistletoe with oscar, you had been more nervous than ever before. but this time, it isn't as scary. this time, you're able to shrug, a teasing grin forming on your lips. "i guess we should kiss, then. just for the christmas spirit, you know."

his lips are curved into a big smile. "oh, i do know." one of his hands comes up to tuck some hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek in his palm. "it's because you love christmas."

you can't hold back from giggling, and neither can he, both of you leaning in to seal your lips. your first encounter underneath the mistletoe was hesitant, but it feels like that was ages ago, in another lifetime. now, with his lips pressing against yours, it feels like it's all you've known.

he's so gentle with it, his kisses delicate and tender, and your heart flutters at the feeling. his hands land on your waist as your arms wrap around his neck, scooting in even closer. when your crotch brushes against him, he involuntarily lets out a moan into your mouth, and you stop for a moment to pull away. both your eyes and his are wide as you look at each other, and oscar doesn't know what to say. his mind is racing, not sure if you thought that was awkward or too soon or-

"that's so fucking hot," you say, and he finally exhales. you kiss him again, speaking against his lips. "wanna hear more."

he has no problems letting out more sounds when you keep up your actions, your hips rolling down on him rhythmically. his hands find the hem of your sweater and slip inside, instantly roaming your sides. his cold touch tickles, and when his fingers move along your waist, you can't help but giggle against his lips. he laughs along with you, but he only does it to match you. he's dumbfounded when you part from him and you grab his wrists to make him halt.

"you're too cold," you start, a bit breathless already. "it's-"

"are you really that ticklish?" he chuckles, fingers running up and down your sides again to test you, and his heart melts when you throw your head back, laughing. "oh come on, how am i supposed to do this if i can't touch you?"

"warm your fingers next time and we should be fine."

"next time, huh?" a combination of a smirk and a grin plays on his lips. "planning ahead?"

"well, it depends on how well you perform tonight." he sticks out his tongue at your taunting tone. "just take it off already, will you?"

oscar happily obliges, pulling the material off you before reaching for his own sweater, throwing them both onto the floor. his eyes stick to your chest, to the soft, red bed bra holding up your breasts, and he feels himself growing harder instantly, because this is so much better than he'd imagined. you can't exactly complain about what your eyes are met with, either; oscar's toned chest and his broad shoulders are basically calling out for you to come and press your lips to them. or sink your teeth in them. probably both.

he gives you a few quick kisses before his hands land on your hips and he flips you both around, laying you onto the covers. his lips meet the skin below your ear, and then travel down the side of your neck. he hears your breath hitch in your throat when he finds a spot you enjoy particularly much, making sure to memorize it for the future. and when his kisses trail even further down, they meet something hard and metallic. when he leans back, he realizes that you're wearing the necklace.

he didn't notice it until now, since he was too busy being mesmerized by your breasts earlier; but now, he can't take his eyes off it. the little heart charm rests just above your actual heart, and something about seeing it makes his heart flutter. the necklace he bought for you, the one that makes you think of him and only him. it's like you're already tagged as his.

"cute," he whispers to himself, placing a long kiss right on top of the heart. he can feel your real heart beating underneath his lips, fast but not really enough, and he can't wait to make you feel like it's pounding out of your chest.

he starts placing open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, his hands finding the waistband of your sweatpants.

"you okay with me taking these off?" he asks, parting from your skin to watch you nod your head. he pulls the material down your body, smiling when your underwear comes into sight. they're not a pair of lacy lingerie or victoria's secret-lookalikes, but just a regular pair of panties in a deep green color with little candy canes. his eyes flicker between your bra and your panties. "green and red, huh?"

"well, what can i say?" you smile. "i love christmas." he giggles, and so do you, as he leaves your pants somewhere on the floor before moving further down your body. when his hands near the fuzzy socks with little cartoon santas dressing your feet, you're quick to speak. "those stay on, though."

"oh, is that so?"

"gotta make sure you're not just doing this for that foot fetish you might or might not have." a laughter erupts from his chest. "i've had too much of that recently."

"well, i don't have one, so i don't mind you keeping them on." he moves up on the bed again, fingers reaching the hem of your underwear. "but i can take these off, right?"

"things would get kinda tricky otherwise, i'd say,” you tease, but oscar merely blinks up at you with raised eyebrows.

"tricky, yes. but not impossible."

you shake your head, a grin making its way onto your lips. "next time, oscar."

and there it is again. next time. the way you say it so casually, like there's no doubt in your mind that there will be another time, that you'll do all of this again.

yet again, instant boner.

your panties are off in a second, and he doesn't waste any time before pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh. his hand takes care of your other thigh, thumb brushing up and down your skin, as your lips travel closer and closer to where you want him the most.

you suck in a breath when you feel his warm breath against your core. his tongue meets your clit and your eyes flutter closed, one of your hands reaching down to entangle in his hair. as his tongue draws circles around your bud, one of his hands leaves your thigh, a finger swiping along your wet folds before pushing slowly into you. you don't know which sensation to focus on, both growing stronger and pushing you closer to your limit every passing second. when he's pumped you a couple of times, he adds another finger and then another, pushing deep into you. his fingers curling inside of you makes you pull on his hair even harder, your mind growing hazy and your breaths shorter.

"o-oscar," you let out, subconsciously buckling your hips towards him in hopes of creating more friction. "i'm so clos-"

you're cut off by the combination of a moan and a whine that leaves your lips when his tongue flicking your clit speeds up. "come for me, sweetheart," he tells you, his voice sending vibrations against your core.

your legs shake around him as you completely let go, feeling the climax wash over you just moments after his order. your free arm drapes over your face, covering your eyes in your arm as you try to catch your breath. oscar continues lapping you up, helping you ride it out, also licking his fingers clean before letting his hands caress your sides soothingly. he's unsure whether his fingers are warm enough now to not tickle you, or if you're just too busy coming down from your high to even realize you should feel ticklish, but he smiles at the thought nonetheless.

"everything alright up here?" oscar asks as he moves up to your face again, one of his hands prying the arm off your face. you slowly open your eyes, your hazy gaze meeting his loving one and you can't help but to cup his face in your hands. you pull him down to your lips, lazily lacing them together. he pulls away just enough for his lips to still brush yours when he speaks. "i'll take that as a yes."

you're quick to nod, but even quicker to connect his lips with yours again, not wanting to be apart for even a second.

your hands slide down his neck and the front of his body, loving the feeling of his strong muscles under your touch. your fingers reach down to the edge of his pajama pants, and you let out a chuckle when you notice the ever-growing tent in them. "don't laugh at me," he starts, biting down on your bottom lip as a warning. "you're so hot, how could i not get this hard?"

"oh, shut it," you say, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks. "just take them off, will you?"

"as you wish."

as he shuffles off the bed and pulls off his own pants, plus his boxers along with them, you take the time to reach behind you and unclasp your bra, letting it slide down your arms and off the bed. when he reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a condom, you raise your eyebrows. "oh, so you were planning this?"

he shakes his head as he climbs on top of you again. "i was hoping, not expecting. those are two very different things." he removes the wrapper and throws it onto the table, rolling the condom onto himself. "do you need anything? or-"

"just you."

oscar presses his smile to yours, kissing you like he has no rush in the world, like he just wants to savor this moment with you. "well then," he says against your lips, nudging his dick against your entrance. "i have to give the lady what she wants, don't i?"

you can't control the whine that slips into his mouth when he pushes into you. you thought you were ready for him, but he's so big and he stretches you out so perfectly. he pauses once he's slipped entirely into you, his lips finding a spot below your ear as he allows you to get used to him. your pussy is throbbing already, still sensitive from just minutes ago, and the little involuntary clenches around him make oscar grow more and more eager.

when he finally starts moving, you drape your arms around his shoulders for stability. his thrusts are slow but deep, and yet you desperately want more of him. you hook a leg over his hip, the other following soon after, and you gasp at the way he bottoms you out completely. one of his hands comes up to squeeze your breast, thumb flicking over the nipple as his pace speeds up. the sounds you make and the way your legs squeeze him close makes him feel like he could cum anytime, but he tries to hold back because he needs to see you fall apart beneath him for the second time tonight.

"oscar..." you cry out when his free hand slides down your body, a finger coming in contact with your clit again.

"just a little more, love." his thrusts have grown sloppy and his figures on your bud aren't exactly perfect, but it's good enough for your orgasm to hit.

your back arches off the bed, your chest pressing into his as you nuzzle your face into the side of his neck to hide your moans. when your walls tighten around him, he reaches his high too, his body shaking as he rides it out. your heart is about ready to jump out of your chest when he collapses onto you, both of you trying to catch your breaths. "holy fuck," oscar starts, his breath warm on your skin. "that was amazing. you feel amazing." you try to gather energy to speak, fingers getting lost in his curls. "you taste amazing, too. better than any christmas dinner."

you give him a weak slap to his shoulder. "shush."

"it's true!" he pushes himself back a bit, mouth hanging in mock offense. "this was the best present i could've ever wished for."

"the necklace is higher on my list, though."

oscar pauses for a moment. "i'm not sure if i should feel proud or offended."

you snicker. "i was hoping for the latter," you tease, but regret it the moment oscar's hands find your waist, fingers dancing along it and tickling you yet again. the squeal you let out does nothing to halt his actions, and he doesn't even budge when you try to push him away by his shoulders. "i was kidding!"

"apologize. now."

his fingers still working their way on your skin make it almost impossible for you to speak again, but you do your best to take a deep breath. "i'm- i'm sorry! oscar- stop it!"

he finally stops, and you finally get to breathe. "i'll go get a wet towel," oscar says, pulling away from you and giving you one last glance. he almost doesn't leave the bed when he looks at you, though – he finds the sight almost too good to be true. your rosy cheeks, the dreamy smile on your lips, your hair spread out on the pillows. he's scared that if he leaves you, maybe the spell will be broken and he'll realize all of this has just been a dream. because that's just how this all feels: surreal.

but it is real, and he can't wait to have you like this in his bed again.

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december 26th, 12:56pm

packing up after a good trip is always a bittersweet affair. realizing that you have the real world waiting for you, your actual lives with responsibilities and obligations, and that you can't just stay in this fairytale forever – this moment was definitely not something you looked forward to.

you and charles need to get back to monaco to celebrate christmas with your other brothers and your mother, before he needs to go away for pre-season work again. you're meticulously folding up your clothes, zipping up bags and exchanging smiles as you reminisce on memories of the week.

but, things are different this time. you know that the magic of this trip isn't going to stay here – in one way or another, you'll bring some of it with you back to your real life.

oscar.

you've already made plans to meet up after new years, and even when he's busy with work, you know that you'll at least see him during every race weekend. neither of you are ever more than a flight, or a call, away, and you just can't wait to see where this all takes you.

"so... oscar, huh?" charles's voice breaks the silence, his eyes glancing in the direction of your open door that lets in the sound of oscar's voice from the living room.

"hm? what about him?" you reply, trying to hold back the smile threatening to adorn your lips when you hear his name.

charles cocks an eyebrow at you. "you and him... kind of obvious." he gazes towards your bed. "besides, your bed is made. you didn't sleep here last night."

"well, i-" you start, but charles interrupts with a knowing chuckle.

"relax, i'm not going to be a police. just..." he shows off a sweet smile. "enjoy it."

with a nod and a shared understanding, you both continue packing, an unspoken acknowledgment hanging in the air. the group gathers to bid you farewell by the front door, and gratitude fills your heart as you exchange goodbyes with your friends. you grow especially soft when lando pulls you into a hug, a cheeky grin on his lips. "thank you," you whisper, giving his cheek a quick peck to really convey how much you appreciate everything he's done this holiday. he just squeezes you back, telling you not to worry about it.

finally, as you turn to say your farewell to oscar, the atmosphere shifts and the group watches with amused anticipation. "until next time," you say, your eyes holding a promise that transcends the physical distance.

"until next time," he repeats, smiling as you engulf him in a tight hug.

you pull away just enough for your ear to brush against his ear, your voice low. "charles knows, by the way."

"w-what?" his eyes widen for a moment, flickering between you and your brother – but then realization dawns. "well, in that case..."

before you can react, oscar pulls you closer again. he presses a goodbye-kiss on your lips, right there in front of everyone, and the group erupts into cheers.

and the loudest of them all? lando, of course. "if i'm not the best man at your wedding, i'll never forgive you guys."

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Always love a good sleepover 😆❤️

So.... I hope you're ready to have another go at Donald Pierce, cause I would love to request "Ah, so you aren't heartless after all" and "Whatever happens, don't let go of my hand."

And twist? Reader is a mutant... pretty please 🫣❤️

My lovely Lily,

I do love how you like to push me out of my comfort zone just a little bit. I had a hard time coming up with a mutant power for this but once I figured it out, I got really excited! So you asked for Donald Pierce and a Mutant Reader, I hope I did justice to your ask. 😘♥️

Under the Influence

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Donald Pierce x F! Mutant Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ PLEASE or I’m telling on you!) Oral F! Receiving, P in V sex, some fluff, some angst, some swear words.

Word Count: 3.2K-ish

Summary: Living a low key life in Mexico, you meet Chief of Security at Alkali-Transigen, Donald Pierce. But you haven’t told him what you are, you’re afraid to.

A/N: This is my second time writing for Pierce. I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The business card you were holding in your hand felt expensive, thick card stock, raised lettering, but there wasn’t a lot printed on it.

Alkali-Transigen

Donald Pierce

Chief of Security

The card had two phone numbers on it, his cell phone and the main phone number for Alkali-Transigen. Aside from being a little bit scary, Donald Pierce was very attractive, charming, and sweet, although he would NEVER let anyone else see that side of him.

He put on his tough exterior when he barked orders at his Reavers but with you, he turned on his charm and that southern drawl pulled you in like a moth to a flame.

You worked at a local school, teaching English and after a particular tough day, Donnie and his Reavers walked into the bar you and some co-workers were having a drink at.

It didn’t take him long to approach you and even though he wasn’t necessarily your type, you felt butterflies in your stomach when he did. His mechanical arm startled you at first, the sight of it made you recoil slightly.

“You ain’t gotta worry about that, darlin’. It ain’t gonna hurt ya. I’m just a little bit enhanced, is all.” He said with a sly smile, moving the fingers of the bionic arm back and forth as he talked.

It’s only natural that being in Mexico, the drink of choice was tequila and Donnie liked good tequila, the kind you can slowly sip on, let it roll around on your tongue, and enjoy. You let him choose the tequila and it did not disappoint.

His sky blue eyes gazing at you as he took a sip from his glass, he never looked away from you, and hung on your every word.

After a couple of drinks, he and his Reavers left but he left you wanting more. That slow sexy voice sent shivers down your spine as he traced a line from your shoulder to your wrist with just one finger. ONE FINGER had you falling apart, had you clenching your thighs together, and had you desperately wanting to see him again.

**********

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you stared at that card, your fingers gently brushed against the raised letters and you said out loud, “Transigen.” Suddenly your eyes welled up with tears and you gnashed your teeth thinking about that place, thinking about what they do to the children in there and remembering what they did to you when you were inside those walls.

You still had nightmares sometimes, waking in the middle of the night to find your sheets and your clothes soaked with sweat and rubbing your wrist like it was still attached. The bracelet they had put on you to prevent you from using your powers on anyone.

They weren’t obvious to anyone now but when you were a child, you would use your powers of manipulation to get what you wanted. Once, your younger sister was bothering you so you put your hand on her and told her to go out back and run around the tree until you told her to stop.

You parents came home to find her running in circles around the tree and so dizzy, she couldn’t see straight.

“Sissy told me to do it! And I tried to stop but I couldn’t!!” She had sobbed to your parents.

Eventually, you had become too much to handle. You set out to try and control anyone that you could get your hands on, literally, and your parents had enough of your antics.

Listening from the top of the stairs one night, you heard your parents talking, your father holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Maybe we should call them. They could help her; it says so right here.” He said, pointing to the flyer.

They didn’t want to “help” you but they were very interested in you and promised to take VERY good care of you. They had never seen someone that could influence someone just by putting a finger on them so they wanted to study you, they ran tests, hooked you up to machines, and took your blood.

Even when they didn’t need you anymore, they didn’t let you go.

You had to escape and you did. The only time they took your bracelet off was when you were showering. Manipulating your handlers was easy and you couldn’t believe you didn’t do it sooner but the damage was already done.

That place was wretched; you were elated and relieved to have escaped but you felt terrible for the other children that were still there and you can’t imagine it’s any different now than it was then so you were torn.

On one hand you hated that place and everything to do with it but you also really liked Donald. What were you supposed to do? Damn him and his handsome face and sexy smile.

You dialed his number and he answered right away.

“Well hey there, y/n.” He said.

You could tell he was smiling.

“How did you know it was me?” You asked.

“Oh I didn’t know for sure, but I was hopin’ it was.” Said Donald.

You chuckled into the phone and felt yourself running strands of your hair in between your fingers while talking to him. He wanted to know if he could take you out after work tomorrow and you happily agreed.

In the corner of a dimly lit restaurant, you had a nice dinner and talked…a lot. You asked him what exactly he did for work.

“Well that group that came into the bar with me, the Reavers? Yeah, anyone that escapes the facility, they send us out to bring ‘em back. A bunch of years ago, a teenager escaped from right under their noses and since then, security has been really tight. I don’t really care for mutants all that much but I guess I wouldn’t wanna be stuck in that place either.” He said, taking a sip of his drink.

He was talking about you. Your muscles stiffened and your face went stoic. “I don’t really care for mutants all that much but I guess I wouldn’t wanna be stuck in that place either.” His words were cold but with just a hint of compassion. He was making this really difficult.

“Ah, so you aren’t heartless after all.” You said with a warm smile.

Donnie let out a little laugh. “Nah, I’m not heartless darlin’. Sometimes I have to use a little force bringin’ them back, I don’t like doin’ it but if I don’t bring ‘em back, I don’t get paid. It’s…well, it’s my job.” He said.

How would he react if you told him what you are? You had gently touched him at dinner, nestled next to each other in a corner booth but you hadn’t even thought about manipulating him once even though you had plenty of opportunities to do so.

Donnie asked you questions too, but you had to lie about certain parts of your life; you just weren’t ready to tell him yet. How could you after what he told you? After finding out who he works for and what he does for them, there was no way you could tell him just yet.

**********

Your relationship with Donnie escalated pretty quickly after that first date. It was hard to stay away from him. He would show up at the school where you worked, the kids all loved him and he was really nice to them.

He didn’t brush them off or ignore them, he would ALWAYS talk to them when he visited. They all loved his bionic arm and his skull and crossbones tattoo, they thought he was absolutely fascinating.

It made you fall for him even harder.

“Lemme see your eyes, Donnie.” You commanded. “You’re always wearing those sunglasses, I wanna see those dreamy blue eyes.”

“Well sweetheart, you’re the only one that I would take orders from.” He said with a smile, his gold tooth shining in the dim light of your apartment.

Gently cupping his cheek, you leaned over to kiss him, the bristles of his beard scratched your chin as he kissed you back and your heart fluttered when he pulled you into his lap.

Parting your lips with his tongue, he kissed you with passion, cradling your head with his hand and his mechanical hand touching your waist. The cold metal still surprised you every time especially when it touched the warm skin on your stomach.

“Ya know somethin’, darlin’? When I’m with you, I feel like this is where I’m supposed to be. I can’t explain it.” He said.

You knew you never ever used your powers on Donnie, you’ve never made him feel anything for you than he already did so what was this feeling that he was experiencing, that he couldn’t explain? Love? If you didn’t want to use your powers, you didn’t.

The control you had was perfect but you still wondered in the back of your mind if somehow you were influencing him in any way without knowing you were.

Moving to your bed, he explored your body with heated kisses from your lips down to your core. Taking his time, he makes sure you let out gasps of pleasure as his tongue circled your clit causing a hot fire to burn in the pit of your stomach before cries of his name fled from your mouth, soaking the sheet underneath you.

Settling himself in between your legs, he leaned down to kiss you, the taste of you on his tongue, he entered you slowly, stretching you out until he was buried to the hilt, your thighs clenching around him, waiting for him to move but not before you let out a strangled moan.

Buried deep in your pussy, he fucked you slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him before picking up the pace. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming into you again, your walls started to flutter around him. Growling in your ear and biting down on your neck, he praised you, telling you how good you feel and how tight you are.

“Don’t come for me yet, baby. You feel so good.” He said through clenched teeth.

Donnie’s metal arm felt cool against the soft skin on the inside of your wrist as goosebumps erupted across your body. He had both of your hands pinned above your head, his grip on your wrists tightened, your orgasm still building, you were so close.

Arching your back away from the bed, his head buried deep in the crook of your neck, you felt his warm breath fan across your throat and chest.

His name escaped your mouth over and over again, and your knees started to tremble from the overstimulation. He ceased his movements every time he felt your walls flutter around him, grinning like a devil because he liked delaying your gratification.

You whine softly in his ear.

“Donnie, I’m so close. Please!” You begged.

“Come for me, darlin’.” He purred in your ear.

Your release came hard and fast like a wave crashing on shore, making you slightly dizzy. Sinful noises escaped your lips as your body continued to spasm uncontrollably. His climax wasn’t far behind yours and he cursed out loud before collapsing on top of you.

Both of you breathing heavily, Donnie moved a stray hair away from your face, fiercely pressed his lips to yours and gave you a sly smile.

It was probably the best sex you’d ever had…and he knew it. The last thing you remember is falling asleep with your hand on his chest and a smile on your face.

**********

You felt rough callused fingers on one shoulder and cold metal on the other, a distant voice saying, “Wake up, darlin’. You’re havin’ a nightmare. Come on baby, wake up.” Your eyes flew open, panic washed over you, the sheets getting tangled up in your limbs as you thrashed around. Donnie was trying to calm you; he didn’t want you to hurt yourself.

“Look at me, y/n! You’re safe, it’s ok.” He said with concern.

Panting, you replied, “Donnie? You’re here.” And pulled him into an embrace.

Smiling against your shoulder, he said, “Well of course I’m here, sweetheart. Where else would I be? Can you tell me what you were dreamin’ about?”

Holding onto him tightly, you realized that you shouldn’t keep it from him anymore.

“I have to tell you something, baby.” You said in a serious tone.

You started to explain yourself, how you were the one that escaped Transigen all those years ago, about the powers you had and how you used them to manipulate your way out of the facility.

Donnie looked at you in shock, almost like he didn’t believe what you were telling him.

“No…you can’t be her. Are you messin’ with me, baby?” He asked.

“You don’t believe me, do you.” You said, sternly.

He shook his head furiously.

“Pick up your knife, Donnie.” You commanded.

When he picked up the knife, you extended your hand and cupped his cheek. Silently, you told him to hold the knife to your throat and he did.

Donnie started to panic, watching himself hold a knife to your throat scared him. It was written all over his face.

“What’s happening, y/n?!! Why am I doing this? Stop it, stop it now!!” He shouted.

You touched his cheek again, this time telling him to drop the knife. Tears streaked down your cheeks and he recoiled from you, getting up off of the bed and continuing to shake his head in disbelief like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling.

“I-it was like I-I wanted to stop but I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t put my hand down. Have you been usin’ that on me the entire time?!!!” Shouted Donnie, angrily.

Visibly upset, you replied, “NO!! I have NEVER used it on you until just now, I swear! The day I met you, I didn’t touch you at all. I can’t influence people unless I touch them.”

“But after that. You didn’t make me, ya know, feel things for you? I don’t normally develop feelings like this.” He said.

“Feelings like what, Donnie?” You asked.

“Feelings like, well, like I think I might be in love with you!” He said, his voice trembling slightly.

“Might be?” You asked.

He stepped closer to the bed again. “I’ve never been in love before, I don’t know what it feels like.”

“I’ve never manipulated you, baby. Not once. I’ve never done it to someone I actually care about, well not anymore. Before I went away, I would mess with my parents and my sister ALL the time.” You said, letting out a little laugh.

He cracked a smile but his face went serious again and he told you he needed to clear his head. You begged him not to leave but he did anyway. You couldn’t blame him, actually. That’s a lot of information to take in especially knowing what he does for a living.

He hunts people like you, children like you and brings them to a facility where they’re experimented on. Was he supposed to just forget that you’re a mutant?

You were scared that you’d never see him again…he didn’t know but you loved him too.

**********

It was quiet the whole next day. No texts came in, no phone calls…nothing. Until later on that night, after your shower you heard a few knocks on your front door.

“Who—who’s there?” You asked with a hitch in your voice.

His slight southern drawl echoed from behind the door.

“It’s just me, darlin’.” He said.

“JUST you?” You asked.

“Of course, just me.” He said, curtly.

You unlocked the door, took the chain off and opened it. He stormed through with a look of anger all over his face.

“Why would you ask that?!” Asked Donnie.

Nervously, you replied, “I-I don’t know. It’s just—you work for them, Donnie. Your job is to bring people like me to them.”

“Sweetheart, I would NEVER bring you to them, EVER!” He said.

A deep exhale of relief escaped your lungs.

Donnie inched closer to you, the cold metal from his bionic arm touched your cheek and you didn’t flinch. It was the first time your reflexes didn’t get the best of you and didn’t retreat away from him.

“I’ve seen the others like you.” He said softly, gazing into your eyes.

You thought he just meant other mutants.

“Well yeah, Donnie. There are mutants all over that place.” You replied.

He shook his head, still holding your gaze.

“No, I don’t mean it like that. I meant the others with your…ability. They all have…” He paused.

Brushing his beard with your thumbs, you asked him, “They all have what, baby?”

“They all have…your eyes.” He whispered.

Your legs immediately started to shake and a rush of warmth moved across your chest. With sweat on your brow, Donnie immediately snaked his arms around your waist and led you over to the couch where you tried to process what he just said to you.

“What?” You asked.

“I asked around today. They’re not as powerful as you are but they were created from…your DNA. They got what they wanted from you so that’s why they never bothered to try and bring you back after you escaped.” He told you.

A wave of nausea hit you like a ton of bricks and your insides felt like they were twisted in knots.

“I never told anyone what happened to me in there because I just wanted to forget that place but we can’t leave them in there, Donnie. I have to go to the authorities or go in there myself—“ You said before he cut you off.

“Whoa, no—no, I am not lettin’ you near that place, darlin’. Absolutely not.” He said. “I will go with ya to the authorities and then we are leavin’.”

“Leaving? Where are we going?” You asked.

“Wherever ya wanna go.” He said with a wink.

He cupped your cheeks with both his human hand and his bionic hand and leaned in to kiss you.

“Donnie…are you—?” You paused, biting down on your lower lip and looking at your hands resting in your lap. “Are you really in love with me?” You asked.

“Oh I am, baby. I love you very much, y/n. So these powers of yours…what else can you make me do?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

You rested a hand on his wrist, he captured your lips again, parting them to allow his tongue to tangle with yours. His kisses were hungry and possessive.

Breaking away from the kiss, you said, “But I’m sure you wanted to do that anyway, right baby?”

“Oh I did, sweetheart. Ya know I did.” He replied.

**********

Outside Police Headquarters

“Deep breaths, darlin’. You ready to do this?” Ask Donnie.

You nodded.

“I am but…I’m a little scared, Donnie.” You said with a crack in your voice.

He took your hand in his and replied, “Well, whatever happens, don’t let go of my hand.”

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Hey guys!!!

Sorry for the lack of posts! I’ve been super busy, but the good news is I’ve got another TMNT fanfic done! This time it’s a one shot, and it’s based on a whumptober prompt!!

This one I just recently completed! It’s also a kind of introduction to my OC, Lilium!

For context, in this AU, it’s an OC x Donatello story that has a ongoing plot I’m currently working on alongside my Familia AU! It takes place during Season 4 of the 2003 series!

Enjoy! 😄

I’m Never Leaving You

A TMNT 2003 One Shot

Whumptober Prompt: Shock

“You are pathetic.”

That was the hundredth time Karai had said those words in the past couple hours. Lilium wasn’t sure if the kunoichi was trying to ingrain the saying into her head to get her to crack, but they were becoming grating.

Of course, that was small potatoes given her current situation.

The butcher shop was empty, having been closed for a few weeks due to failing a health code inspection. Aunt Katie was pretty annoyed at first because this was her favorite place to get roast beef sandwiches, but who would have imagined that such an ordinary place would become the impromptu hideout for the Foot?

Lilium sat on the scuffed tiled floor, her hands tied behind her, hair a frizzy mess that hung around her back. Locked around her throat the electric shock collar hugged the Siren symbols imprinted into her flesh, burning beneath the heavy metal devise that beeped ominously, a warning for if she dare try to shriek. Her broken nose was clogged with blood, most of it having leaked down her face and drying around her split lips to make her look like a wreck. The formerly cream colored leggings she wore were muddied and caked with stains of crimson and dust. A failed escape attempt two days ago. Her raspberry blouse was tattered and torn around her stomach and elbows from where steel toed boots struck her abdomen.

It wasn’t the words themselves that got under her skin. It was the cloying fear.

Ever since she’d gotten kidnapped, the cold claws of dread sank themselves deep into her core and started digging. Being a captive to someone as ruthless as Karai was one thing. But this time, it was personal. It had been a month since Karai had taken the mantle of being the Shredder. And in that time during the turtle’s much needed recovery process, she’d become… unhinged.

Lilium didn’t really know Karai outside of her connection with the Foot. Donnie had told her the basics of her relationship with Shredder, but otherwise? She’d only known her as the cutthroat ninja who would do anything to please her master. Even if it meant killing teenagers.

And her unpredictability was scaring her the most.

Stalking around the girl, the woman observed her with a blank glare. Lilium refused to look at her, lest she receive any kind of verbal or physical scolding. Her eyes stayed glued to the ground, where droplets of her blood had fallen in front of her knees. Don’t do something stupid Lily. Just stay calm…

“You are pathetic,” repeated Karai, her voice laced with callousness. “How is it that you were able to defeat several of the Purple Dragons? Sheer dumb luck?”

Lilium refused to respond.

Karai’s hands were suddenly grabbing her hair. Unforgiving, the woman yanked her head upwards and forced her to meet dark obsidian eyes that reminded Lilium of ravens. Her lips were curled into a furious snarl. “Answer me, child!”

Lilium grit her teeth, a pained whimper sneaking past. Even so, she refused to speak.

“If you do not speak, there shall be punishments. It would be wise to obey, lest I begin breaking your bones,” Karai’s words were hard as stone. She meant every word of her threat. Her scornful expression only spoke one thing; Don’t try my patience.

Lilium grit her teeth, eyes narrowed at the woman with disdain. “Is it y-your favorite hobby t-to kidnap kids? To beat them up…? Cuz that’s pretty sad.”

“For a girl with a sharp tongue, you should understand when it is time to curb your words.” Karai shoved Lilium’s head away, scornful. “Your mother did not teach you well.”

Her frustration ticked at the comment. Clearing her throat to better get her words across, Lilium snapped back at the nutcase. “At least my mom didn’t teach me to be a hateful bitch with daddy issues.” Lilium let that comment fly like molasses spilling from a jar; slow, biting, a low blow in every sense of the word. She’d learned from Raph, so it seemed.

If she’d struck a cord, Karai was doing a good job hiding it. Or she didn’t care. The ninja had the resolve of a cheetah, unfazed and unimpressed. Lilium watched as the armor clad monster stepped back, crimson lips curled into a sharp grin, devilish and razor-like. “You believe yourself to be clever. But you will understand that you are not as strong as you think.”

Lilium mentally prepared herself for the worst. She expected a slap to the face, a kick to the stomach, or the collar to start going off.

But Karai, instead, reached into her belt and unclipped a scalpel from a side pouch. The slim knife glinted dangerously beneath the buzzing lightbulbs over her head. Lilium’s breath caught in her throat with panic.

“Let me get one thing very clear,” Karai knelt to her level, scalpel twirling around her fingers, keeping it in view to let Lilium’s fear grow. “I am not above taking you apart, piece by piece, to see how long it takes until I can break you. I could use your vocal chords as a source of power to bring your friends to their knees. I could even use you as a battery.” She brought the knife towards her, the tip of the blade pointed directly at her temple. “You are just a means to an end. If I take your life, you shall go unnoticed.”

Lilium’s heart was in her throat. Horror encased her features, breathing quick and shallow, her instincts going berserk as the tip of the knife was pressed into the skin of her forehead.

“This can all cease if you just tell me where I can find the turtles.” Karai let a faux tone of pity tint her voice. “I will let you go home if you give me what I ask.”

Lilium grit her teeth so tight her jaw clicked in place, molars gnashing terribly hard in her mouth that she was sure they were cracking. Oh God this was bad, this was very very bad. Her body was shaking against her will. She wanted to throw up, she wanted to scream but she couldn’t. How could she possibly surrender her friends like this? How could she be given such an ultimatum? She couldn’t hand the guys over to this psycho! She’d probably torture them worse than what Lilium had been forced to go through! She could hand them over to Bishop and THAT curdled the contents of her stomach to the point of near vomiting. Donnie had already been out through that shit once, he didn’t deserve any of it. They’d all been pushed too far to the brink. They nearly DIED.

Momma had raised her to always do the right thing even when you were afraid. Donnie showed her how to be brave.

But she knew how deadly Karai was. She knew first hand how horrifying Bishop was. She was scared. She was only fifteen. She wanted to go to college, she wanted to live, she wanted to go home and believe this was all a nightmare. She wanted to be with Donnie, to hear his voice, to hug him and cry her eyes out. To hear him reassure her that it was all just a bad dream and that nothing could hurt her.

Lilium couldn’t help the sob that cracked through her teeth, the knife pressing further into her skin enough to start drawing blood that slowly trickled down her forehead and riding along the curve of her nose.

“Tell me,” Karai gripped the scalpel tight in her fist, applying more pressure on the scalpel. It punctured this time, sinking deep into her forehead. “Or this will get worse.”

Things weren’t already worse than they were now?

Lilium’s throat burned under the uncomfortable collar, magic trying to escape but unable to find an exit. She screwed her eyes tight when the knife started to drag towards the right, creating a vertical cut about two inches long, blood trailing down her face. Sucking down air in rapid succession, the girl prayed it would be over soon, she prayed she’d die faster than this, she prayed for help. She wanted to go home she wanted to go home she wanted to go home she wanted to go home—

“Karai,” entering the threshold with a deep bow, a thin lackey dawning the standard black Foot garb quickly dropped to kneel at the doorway, his head lowered. “Forgive my intrusion. I bring news.”

The jonin finally removed the scalpel from her skin— Lilium hadn’t realized she was crying until the stinging in her eyes became sharper— sending a cold glare to the henchman. “What is it?“

“I’ve received a status report,” he dutifully replied. “The package is secured. Our soldiers are en route to deliver it to you.”

Something sinister crossed Karai’s face. There was almost satisfaction behind her wicked smile as she looked back to Lilium. The bone chilling gaze in her heartless eyes was enough to make her shrink back a little in fright out of what she’d do.

“It appears my forces have not disappointed me.” Rising from the floor, Karai put the scalpel away into her belt. “I must go and oversee the package’s arrival.” Another ominous grin crawled up her lips as she observed Lilium’s shaking form. “Perhaps if you behave, I shall bring you back a treat.”

Lilium found it hard to swallow. What could that possibly mean?

Lilium was left behind in the back room as Karai made her leave with the lackey. The girl stared, scared out of her mind, mind racing with all the possibilities of what Karai was going to get. What could it be? A new shipment of guns? Mutants? New alien tech to track the turtles?

There were dozens of things. But one thought persisted in the scared haze of the Siren. I hope the guys get away in time…

********************

It was two hours that Karai had been gone, and in that time of dreary silence and a pounding migraine that rocked her skull like a battering ram, Lilium had dozed off. The need for sleep had overtaken her, despite every fiber of her being protesting not to. There were injuries she probably didn’t know about, internal ones that needed attention, but how could she assess the damage done to her when her hands were tied? When her magic was locked behind a shock collar? Without the ability to heal the worst of her wounds, she’d passed out. She’d fallen into an uncertain slumber, twitching painfully, unable to dream in the horrid environment she was trapped in. All she could do was sit there in the middle of the room and wait for whatever was to come.

In between short lapses of consciousness, Lilium thought of better things to distract herself from the ringing in her ears or the blood clogging her nostrils. She pictured herself running through Central Park on a beautiful sunny day without the fear of being chased or hunted. She imagined everyone she loved at the family dinner table, enjoying every kind of pizza they could think of. She saw glimpses of a starry sky, the taste of dark chocolate faint on the back of her tongue, earbud in one ear with the other being shared, holding onto a three fingered hand with a thrumming heartbeat that worried if she’d gotten this wrong, only for said hand to slowly squeeze back to affirm the unspoken question that hung in the air; Am I in love with my best friend?

She thought of a grand party being thrown in the wake of the Triceratons finally having found peace, the lair awash with brightly colored lights and music, of aching feet that were surely going to be blistered in the morning but not giving a damn because this was a celebration. She remembered slipping away from the too loud shouts and crowded dance floor and finding refuge somewhere in a long tunnel that led into a small passage beneath Madison Square Garden. She remembered the same three fingered hand suddenly finding hers in the dark, a lamp in hand, a bashful smile as he asked her for a dance, leading her into a slow, steady waltz with no music, no tempo, no high energy beat that bounced the walls. Just them, a lamp to light the way, and Lilium’s voice humming along to the melody of Mandy Moore’s greatest hits.

Those were better than the grim reality she was forced to endure.

Around the three hour mark the doors were violently slammed open, startling Lilium wide awake from her thoughts. All of a sudden her eyes were flooded with lights blinding her, squinting against the painful sting and the spots that spun around her sight. If she wasn’t so injured she’d have tried to move back and get as far away from the incoming entourage.

Five Foot goons marched into the room, following Karai as the woman made her way into the lonely threshold with her head held high, looking pleased with herself. There were distinct dark red stains marking the chest plate of her armor, making Lilium freeze at the unsettling sight. Oh God…

“Good news, girl,” Karai announced, stepping aside to create an opening for her men. “I bring you a present.”

The tone in her voice sent chills down her spine. Oh no. What kind of present was she talking about? Knowing her track record, Lilium doubted it was something cute and cuddly. She couldn’t imagine Karai skipping merrily into a clothes store just to find something worth tormenting her over. The woman was as ruthless as a viper, unforgiving and dangerous; it was going to be something painful, and whatever it was it was going to hurt. Badly.

Two more men came into the room, dragging someone between them. The figure appeared unconscious had it not been for the angry grunts. Their arms were behind them. Their ankles were bound, uselessly dragged under them. Lilium’s heart rate escalated faster, faster, ever faster as they came into the light and she saw who this newcomer was.

Olive green skin. A shell. Purple mask.

Purple mask. No. NO!

“NOOOO!” Any type of patience Lilium might have had snapped like a twig. Adrenaline rushed through her veins. She struggled to get to her feet, voice cracking uncomfortably from the shriek that tore out of her throat, the collar beeping in rapid warning to remind her of her punishment. “DONNIE!”

Donatello snapped his head up at the sound of her voice— Lilium’s panicking only increased. Other than the bruises scattering the skin around his arms and face, he looked unharmed. His gear was gone, his knee and elbow pads missing, his belt taken, his bō noticeably absent. The second his eyes locked onto hers and he took in the brutal state she was in, it was as if a switch was flipped in his brain.

“LILY!” He cried out, thrashing against his bonds with as much power as he could give. “Karai, you promised she wasn’t hurt! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you!”

Karai just smirked at the ninja with disdain. “I never had to assure you of her well-being. Be grateful she still breathes.”

“DONNIE!” Lilium’s voice was shrill against the pain. Tears pricked her eyes and blurred her vision, but she didn’t stop screaming. The collar started beeping louder. “I’M SO SORRY DONNIE!”

The genius was thrown to his knees with a thud. He grit his teeth, but he didn’t let the sudden jolt of agony in his legs perturb him from calling out to the girl. “Lily! Lily, look at me! I promise you’re going to be alright!” His eyes turned hateful as he looked up towards the woman who’d done this. “What did you do to her!?”

“Only what I would have done if I had found one of you,” Karai cooly answered. “It is her fault for disobeying.”

“Disobey…?!” Donatello sounded disgusted.

“I gave her direct instructions and she broke them. I only saw it fit to punish her.” Karai strode towards Lilium once more, heels clicking loudly in the quiet of the room. “But now that I have acquired YOU, perhaps I will finally obtain answers.” Once Karai moved behind the girl, a clawed, steely hand coming to fall upon her shoulder. Lilium shuddered. “You, Donatello, are going to tell me where I can find your brothers, your master, and your human friends.”

Donatello’s face turned to stone. Without missing a beat, he snapped at the warrior. “I’m not telling you anything.”

The claws on Lilium’s shoulder sank into her skin. She bit her lip to refrain from crying. Karai was silent for a moment, waiting for something. “Are you certain?”

Donatello glared at her icily in response.

The claws sank deeper into her shoulder. Lilium’s heart quickened.

“Very well,” Karai spoke calmly.

Lilium’s eyes locked onto Donatello with worry. His gaze followed something behind her she couldn’t see, the alarm in his face prominent. “What are you—“

The collar went off.

And Lilium’s world only knew fire.

A strangled scream ripped through her throat. Electricity blinded her vision and powerful volts created a hellfire unlike any other in her throat. The metal burned from the staticky currents of electrical torture that ruined her voice. Sensitive muscle tissue became numb from the inside and started to erode. Uncontrolled spasms of agony rocked her body forward as she finally dropped to the ground, writhing blindly. She couldn’t see anything but black spots that tinted the edges of her sight into blurry messes of tears that poured down her face, her teeth gnashing hard to stop herself from biting her tongue. The smell of human flesh burning stuck in her sinuses.

In the background she could vaguely hear Donatello screaming in horror. Muffled pleas of mercy went unheard in her wailing, the electric shocks making her deaf to everything else.

Then, after an excruciating eternity of electric hell, it stopped.

Lilium curled into a ball, wheezing, spitting blood. There was an intense ringing in her ears. Her head hurt. She could feel her throat bleeding under the collar. Even taking a breath felt like a chore with crushed windpipes.

“— MONSTER! Leave her alone, your fight is with me!”

“Tell me where your brothers and Sensei are, and this ends.”

“YOU’RE CRAZY! Shredder is gone! You won’t get him back by doing this—“

The collar activated once more, and Lilium’s back arched as another hellish pain overcame her. Screaming at the top of her lungs as the volts somehow got more intense. They weren’t this harsh before. Had the power been increased?!

“STOP IT!” Donatello hollered in desperation. “STOP! PLEASE STOP!”

The volts grew higher. Her throat constricted and suddenly Lilium was choking. She couldn’t breathe. Foam gathered at the corners of her lips, blood caught in her lungs and threatened to fill them. Sensitive skin near the bottom of her jaw and windpipe felt like it was cracking from the severe intensity of the burns.

“PLEASE! SHE’S GOING INTO SHOCK! HER THROAT WILL TEAR! SHE’LL DIE! KARAI, PLEASE!”

Black dots started coloring her eyesight. Donatello sounded farther away than she thought. Why couldn’t she concentrate…?

“EASTMAN!”

The collar abruptly shut off. Even then Lilium didn’t move. Her body twitched, choked grunts pushing past bloodied lips. Her lungs were jelly, her throat was toast. She wanted to curl up and die. Despite the world being blurry, Karai’s steel armor came into view overhead as she matched Donatello’s gaze with an expecting glare. “Speak.”

“Eastman and 87th! You’ll find a parking garage with a false bottom in the floor! That’s where our hideout is!” Donatello rasped. He sounded petrified, out of breath, like he’d just had the air ripped out of his chest. “I swear! Please…! Please just stop… she’s had enough.”

Donnie, Lilium thought with broken dismay. No…

There was silence. Karai stepped over the fallen girl and disappeared from view. Donatello wasn’t talking now; he was breathing too quickly, like he had just re-emerged from under the water. Was he okay…?

“Gather our men and head to the location the freak provided. We are going to have a family reunion.”

******************

At least the new leader of the Foot kept her word to some extent, whether or not she was going to make good on the false promise of leniency. They were left alone shortly after Donatello gave her what she wanted. Karai and her men left, a few of them stayed behind to guard the two prisoners until they were needed. What could they be needed for? Lilium didn’t know. It wasn’t like they were going anywhere in their state, let alone escape.

Donatello and Lilium were left in the dimly lit room with the bloody floor and the stench of burning skin lingering. The collar was reactivated to prevent the girl from screaming any further, while Donatello had been gagged. Why? To stop him from talking, to stop him from comforting her? Maybe it was some kind of punishment for his delay in giving Karai an answer; not being able to communicate.

It had stayed like that for an hour. Lilium and Donatello both trapped in this terrible situation with nowhere to go.

Her magic couldn’t do anything now, strength and stamina depleted from the torture. The only thing that made noise was the shock collar that chirped softly. She hated it. The girl could taste bile and blood in her mouth, acidic and coppery, making her nauseous. There was a knocking deep inside her skull… it was as if everything was torn apart.

Was this what Donnie went through on the Triceraton fleet ship…? Did it hurt as badly as this…?

A featherlight tap on the back of her shoulder brought out a panicked jolt. Against the protesting migraine, Lilium snapped her head up, fight or flight kicking in… only to find Donatello there, sitting closer to where she was lying, his eyes filled with sorrow and guilt.

Her heart broke seeing him. “D-Don…” she couldn’t even form the words of his name. She sounded as if she’d decided to swallow staples for fun. It BURNED to speak. “I…”

Donatello mumbled something incoherent behind the gag, his tone laced with concern. He scooted close enough to accidentally nudge his knee into the side of her head. While gentle, it still made her wince due to the headache.

His presence offered reassurance. Lilium found herself resting her brow against his knees; it hurt to breathe, but at least the collar wasn’t as tight around her lacerated throat now. Was she simply imagining things?

Donatello mumbled something to her again. Her exhausted eyes lifted to meet his despite the pressure building in her head. Smiling weakly with red lips and a ghostly face, the girl tried to put on a brave face for him. “‘Re… you… okay?”

If he wasn’t trying to stay sturdy for her, he would have cried. But he nodded regardless, making a noise of affirmation.

She grinned. “Good…” she sniffed— blood still clogged her nose. When the collar beeped ominously Lilium froze— she missed how Donatello went rigid above her, eyes glued to the devise, staring in panic as if waiting for the inevitable to happen. It was only when the chirping continued that the two understood the warning; no talking.

Somehow, this hurt worse.

Lilium grit her teeth and laid her head against Donatello’s knees, face screwed up in turmoil. This was just sadistic. This was especially cruel. Who knew language could be so vital to the mental stability of two teenagers that desperately needed the confirmation that the other wasn’t going to die? When you couldn’t verbally communicate with someone, when you couldn’t talk, when you couldn’t use your words to ask if you were okay, if your friend was hurt, if your friend needed help, it was driving her crazy. If she talked she risked being electrocuted again, probably risked death. Donatello couldn’t speak with the cloth tied in his mouth, voice locked behind an obstacle that muted his words into gibberish. He was forbidden from making sure she was going to pull through this.

Tears finally started to trickle down her cheeks. Sobs were frail and withered, but the long rivers marking her skin were enough to show her despair. Heart breaking, finally, finally unable to withstand the pain the girl wept pitifully into Donatello’s knees. She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t be strong like Donnie, she truly was pathetic. She’d been used as bait to lure out the person she loved and now he was going to be hurt and his brothers would be captured too—

Then… music.

Music reached her ears. Quiet, hushed, just loud enough to reach her ears and hers alone. Had she gone insane?

Lilium blinked in bewilderment, hiccuping, trying to locate the sudden shift…

She found Donnie instead.

He was… not singing— he literally couldn’t with a gag in his mouth— but he was… humming.

He was humming the lyrics to a Les Mis song she loved. Lilium almost couldn’t believe it.

A Little Fall of Rain; A song she’d used to audition for school. The musical she memorized by heart. The song she’d practiced with for weeks because EVERY girl her age was singing I Dreamed a Dream or On My Own. The song he’d sing with her just because he could— for someone who focused so much on his tech or inventions, he had a beautiful voice of his own; it was gentle, inviting like summer rain. She’d listen to him for hours if she could. It meant something to her.

And hearing him humming it to her here, knowing it was special to her, knowing it brought her happiness, trying to offer comfort when his words couldn’t do so…

Lilium’s sobs picked up. She pressed her forehead into his knees, the cut that had stung horribly earlier now adding to her migraine. She wanted this to be over. She wanted this nightmare to be done with. Everything she’d gone through had been in vain; Karai was going to hurt people and her friends were in danger. Magic couldn’t save them now. She put Donnie in danger…

How could she possibly forgive herself for this?

Donatello’s eyes shifted towards the door behind him, watching it carefully. Still humming the song to keep her calm, he pulled on his bonds to test their strength, but again, no dice. Lilium could see the irritation in his face, teeth gnashing into the cloth.

Then he paused. Something clicked behind his eyes. An idea?

Taking a deep breath, Donatello shifted his legs to tuck them beneath him, effectively kneeling. Her head still rested against his knees, but Lilium frowned in quiet confusion. “D-Dee…?”

Donatello shook his head, trying to offer reassurance. He steadied himself, taking another deep breath as he stretched his arms far behind him to reach for something she couldn’t see. He grunted with the strain of his shoulders, trying to locate what he was looking for.

He seemed to grab onto whatever he was trying to find, judging by the relieved look in his face. Passing another cautionary glance towards the door he waited with baited breath, staying completely still until he was certain nobody was coming in. Lilium couldn’t help but think, is he trying to get a knife?

But, after a couple minutes of struggling, Lilium couldn’t hear the sawing of a knife cutting rope. Instead, much to her surprise, she watched as Donatello shifted a little where he sat, grunting with effort, before the ropes around his ankles came loose and fell around his feet, freeing them. Had he used just his hands to get himself out of his bonds? Holy shit, she couldn’t help but think. That’s pretty clever.

Donatello adjusted his position to sit properly, kicking the ropes away from him. Finally able to use his legs the turtle crouched beside Lilium, turning his back to her. His hands flexed against the ropes binding them, fingers reaching for something he couldn’t find this time.

“D-Don?” She managed, confusion evident in her broken voice.

Donatello tried speaking again, but unfortunately nothing he said made sense. “Mmhf mmnh,” he continued trying to look for something that wasn’t there, fingers grabbing at air. He was looking at her with an expression of imploring, as if he were asking for something. “Hrrh phhn.”

Was he trying to talk to her…? Lilium helplessly shook her head with confusion. “I don’t—“

A sharp jolt of electricity burst through her throat. It felt as if someone had stabbed her straight through the windpipe. The choked scream that came out of her caused Donatello to whirl around to look at her, his eyes suddenly brimming with panic. The nerves in her throat were shot, scorched from hours of being shocked, the pain a searing fire that melted her windpipe. A whine turned into an agonized whimper as her body shuddered from the punishment.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. It hurt to do anything.

Fingers quickly found her temple. Lilium didn’t have the energy to move any longer, stamina depleted from the battered form of the girl. The three digits brushed through messy bangs as if trying to locate something hidden there, combing through them as fast as possible. All the while he made these frantic chirps, clearly distressed when she didn’t make any motion to turn away from him.

She didn’t think everything around her could be so lopsided. The colors of the room began to blend into one another and blur into a confusing hodgepodge of nonsense like Alice in Wonderland. Her stomach twisted itself into knots and the front of her head was pounding so hard it made it difficult to see straight. Why was it hard to focus? Why couldn’t she move anymore?

The fingers were raking through her hair quickly until they snagged onto something and pulled it free. They felt around with another hand to find the collar, feeling it’s unyielding hold and desperately trying to pull on it. Lilium didn’t even flinch.

Donatello twisted his wrists enough to turn the left hand towards her, pinching something tight in his fingers as he guided what Lilium vaguely recognized as a hairpin into an open slot in the shock collar. It barely registered to her foggy consciousness that he was picking the lock.

He must’ve been turning and adjusting the position of the hairpin so much that his hand had to hurt, but he wasn’t letting up. Donatello stubbornly kept moving the flimsy lock pick up and down in the lock mechanism to get the damn thing to pop open. But this was Karai they were talking about; it wasn’t just going to give so easily.

Something in the front of her head knocked against her skull with a powerful pang. Glossy eyes fluttered against the pulsing pain, a wrangled whimper caught deep in her voice box. Something began to trickle free down her nose again. Noise was starting to fade around her. She couldn’t even hear the muffled voice of Donatello almost crying out to her, the hairpin twisting and shaking in his hand, a fearful pitch to his tone. He sounded far away…

Something loud clicked against her throat. A shrill chirp from the collar went off, before a very distinct pop.

Then the collar unlocked, opening just barely enough to allow the pressure around her neck to loosen. It became easier to breathe. Even then, Lilium didn’t have the strength to move. She couldn’t even feel the relief of the collar being deactivated. Something started leaking out from under the metal.

Was… her throat oozing?

But all at once, muddled sounds came through the room. A door was kicked open. Footsteps raced towards them, hands were quick to ease Lilium into a comfortable position. Rushed, panicked voices phased into a cacophony of confusion, flashes of red, blue, orange, gray and lavender passing by. Frantic hands touched her face, pressed down on her throat, wrapped her in something warm to shield her. Yet she couldn’t see anyone clearly, nor could she speak to question what was going on or why everyone was shouting.

“Don! Don, Jesus, are you okay—“

“My son, you are injured—“

“Bro calm down—“

“She’s DYING! She’s DYING, I need to help her!”

“Dear God in Heaven, hallowed be thy name—“

“Lily please look at me, don’t go to sleep! Lily?!”

But the voices were garbled, as though she’d been sinking underwater. All noise faded in the background. Before Lilium could begin to comprehend what was going on, the girl felt herself slip into a state of complete oblivion.

And nothing after that mattered when her world turned into a quiet void.

********************

Putting the last of the gauze away in the medical kit, Donatello tiredly breathed out a long, heavy sigh. Bloodied rags, a basin full of red-tinted water long since grown cold, spools of bandages around the desk and switching thread lay abandoned. He tried not to pay too much attention to the frightening amount of switches that crawled around Lilium’s thin throat.

Hours had gone by since the rescue. He was grateful Leo was able to follow the tracking devise hidden in the back of his mask— a fatal mistake Karai had paid for with their escape. While it hadn’t been easy for his brothers to get through the mess of ninja that guarded the deli, Father had taken them out single handedly. He’d looked so worried for him when he came running into the room, claws clutching his cane in an iron grip. It was integral for this plan to have gone smoothly to avoid the likelihood of death… but look where that ended up.

Donatello had only sustained minor injuries. He’d been lucky all things considered. Small cuts on his wrists, shallow enough to heal in a week, bruising that would pass over the next few days. He couldn’t say the same for Lily.

Three broken ribs. A sprained ankle. Broken nose, a severe concussion, seizures every few hours because of the electrical shocks.

Her throat was… charred. Suffering extreme third degree burns lacerating her entire neck, her Siren symbols almost looked as if the burned skin had peeled them off, leaving deep impressions of them behind. Pale skin had turned a vivid scarlet and had ripped the flesh open as soon as the collar was pried free, causing concern the moment she started bleeding out. He and Ms. Yasaki had spent a little over two hours painstakingly sewing each ligament shut with slow, precise care to ensure her survival. Once the magic had stopped the curatorial artery from gushing blood, things were easier to maintain.

“You did a good job,” seated at her daughter’s bedside as the girl lay as still as stone on the cot set up in his workshop, her mother dabbed her brow gently with a wet cloth to prevent a fever. Thick bags under her eyes showed the strain of how much magic she’d pumped into her daughter’s injuries to save her life. While she spoke to the worn out turtle, her gaze didn’t pry away from Lily. “You got the collar off before it could go any deeper.”

“It still tore her throat open.” Donatello murmured, closing the medical kit shut with a slap. “I could have killed her if I hadn’t been rushing.”

“How could you have known?” Ms. Yasaki brushed the hair stuck to Lilium’s sweaty face away with a tender hand, looking crestfallen to see her child in such a state. “It was that monster Karai who put that thing on her, not you. You understand?”

Donatello hung his head. He tried not to look at his trembling hands, stained with Lilium’s blood that still ran warm in his palms. He felt sick. “I should have found her sooner…”

Ms. Yasaki was quiet for a moment. Her hand still brushing through long locks of black hair that remained damp from being scrubbed carefully hours earlier. “Donatello. It’s because of you she got a fighting chance to make it out of there. Because of the damage, Karai would have killed her if you didn’t get the collar off in time. You did all you could. That’s all anyone can do at that point.” With a tender brush of her hand, magenta magic hovered over the stitches holding Lilium’s throat closed. A soft hue glowed from her palm, washing over the raised wound where her Siren marks had nearly vanished. Donatello watched with muted awe as the mystic energy brought forth the unnatural symbols that marked her skin like a tattoo back to normal. While faded in color vibrancy, they remained intact once more.

“All we can do now is help take some of the pain away and pray for a successful recovery. It’s up to Lily to pull through the rest of this.” Ms. Yasaki retracted her hand from her throat. “Have faith.”

“Ms. Yasaki…” Donatello found himself saying. “What if she can’t sing again because of this…?”

Her mother was silent. She let his words mull over her. Gentle, sorrowful eyes stared down at her child with remorse over the likelihood over the possibility. “We’ll have to cross that bridge once we get there.” The answer was melancholy, as if she couldn’t bare the thought of telling Lilium her one source of happiness was going to be taken from her.

It crushed Donatello to have to hear such a thing. He couldn’t even picture her reaction to the news. He moved to the sink and started scrubbing his hands clean of the blood, lathering soap up to his elbows to try and stave off the unnerving feeling of uneasiness. The red tinted suds that flooded the porcelain as the warm water ran almost made him dizzy. How much blood had she lost already?

Ms. Yasaki finally put her hands in her lap, trying to put on a brave face in spite of the stress. “I’m going to wash up and put on some supper. You’re probably starving. Do you want anything?”

Donatello couldn’t think of eating anything. The thought of food made his skin crawl; supper was the last thing on his mind. Drying his hands off as he pulled a stool close, he eased himself down at Lilium’s bed side, his gaze falling to rest upon her sickly face. Reaching down to take Lilium’s hand into his own he numbly replied, “Coffee. Please.”

The request made Ms. Yasaki frown with sympathy, but she nodded regardless. Turning her heel with quiet dignity she made her leave, and suddenly Donatello found himself back to square one.

Just him and Lily once more. Except this time it was stifling with the quiet.

It had been close. Way too close. All that time planning and strategizing, all that effort, wasted. He hadn’t been fast enough to stop this. So many times he believed he could make it, that he could finally save someone and avoid the trauma. It had been one of the reasons why he allowed himself to get captured— Raph volunteered initially to be the bait to find Karai’s hideout, but he didn’t know Lily like he did. He didn’t know how to calm her down, he hadn’t been around her long enough to understand how Lilium reacted to stress. Donatello could have given her the attention and care she needed in that situation. But even with all of the extra prep time he hadn’t been able to prevent Lilium from getting her throat deep fried.

He lifted his head to look at her. Despite the awful scarring wrapping around her neck and the cut on her temple, she looked peaceful. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of her wound no matter how hard he tried; Blistered, raised stitches pinning it closed, dry blood caked around the Siren symbols. The colors of her mystical markings weren’t as vibrant as they should be, rubbing him the wrong way. It was insidious to have targeted her throat, a vital weakness for a Siren. This wasn’t just torture. This was personal.

Had Karai known that? All that pain just for the sake of revenge for the man who raised her to be a killer. All this misery inflicted just because she wanted to hurt someone weaker than her.

Donatello squeezed Lilium’s hand. It was warm, frail, dainty in his own. They couldn’t have been more different, but they somehow found a middle ground. Their mutual adoration of each other was the defining factor to allow them to stay as close as they were. One year, four months and seventeen days. That was how long it took for him to process how exactly he felt about the girl who took a chance on him in that decrepit record store where the only thing that mattered was the music playing around them.

He couldn’t admit the truth out loud in fear of ridicule or harm to come to either one of them or their families, worrying over what kind of reactions they would have if they knew. He loved her. He loved her and he’d nearly lost her tonight.

Donatello used his free hand to run his fingers through her hair in the same soothing motions he knew she liked. He hoped it brought her some kind of levity whilst she slept. “Hey Lily,” he murmured, deciding that the silence was too maddening to handle any longer. “I dunno if you can hear me, but I’m here.”

Lilium didn’t respond.

“I’m… sorry for not being able to save you fast enough. I’m supposed to be the smart one, I’m supposed to have all the answers, but when I saw you in there and I had to see Karai hurt you…” he stopped himself, unwilling to remember to grizzly events of the evening that would forever imprint itself into his psyche and remind him of how close he’d been to watching her die. “You didn’t deserve any of it.”

He lifted her hand close to his chest, a thumb brushing across the ridges of her knuckles softly. He hated how scratched her skin was, how chaffed and sore her wrists were under the clean, crisp bandaging. “I need you to know, no matter how long this takes, I’ll be here. I’ll always be here for you.”

Donatello couldn’t tell if she could understand him in her unconscious state. He didn’t know how long the road to recovery would be, but even if it lasted months, he wouldn’t leave her side. Not until she woke up.

She hadn’t given up on waiting for him. He couldn’t give up on her either.

So, with that in mind, he started singing her favorite song while she slept. If only to lift her spirits as she lay there, resting from the hellish ordeal she’d been forced to endure. If only to provide her with comfort as she recovered, to let her know she wasn’t alone.

“Don’t you fret, M’sieur Marius.

I don’t feel any pain.

A little fall of rain

Can hardly hurt me now…”

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Okay… first of all, OW.

Her entire throat felt as if she’d drank hot sauce and scorched the muscle tissue within. Something was wrapped around her neck, and the skin around it was itchy and raised. It didn’t feel like the collar…

Her entire body was rigid, too sore to move. The muscles in her legs and shoulders were hurting, but she somehow didn’t feel bothered by it. She felt… comfortable. She was no longer laying on cold, hard tiles; whatever she laid upon now was soft as silk, a cushion was supporting her head, although it marginally felt nicer than the floor. Her hair felt… lighter. Cleaner. The area around her throat felt weird, like it was being pinned shut. What was happening?

Lilium had to fight just to pry her eyes open, being met with the familiarity of a warm glow coming from a desk lamp keeping the place alight. Overhead she spotted a few of the stick-on stars that glowed in the dark. The bed she was occupying was tidy and spotless, dark purple comforter tucked around her being to provide extra warmth.

Lilium winced, coughing slightly, the catch of coppery saliva making her throat ache something fierce. “Wh-wha—“ the attempt to speak failed with her voice dying in a thin raspy hiss.

Someone nearby gasped. It was followed by something clattering to the floor. A rush of footsteps before a presence came at her bedside, a shapeless mass of green and blue blurry in her vision.

“No way…!” He sounded elated. He turned to call out, “Don! DON! Get in here!”

The figure returned. He appeared to be smiling. “Hey, you’re finally awake! You had us all worried!”

“Lee…?” Lilium coughed on the name that was lost on her tongue. Man, it was hard to talk. Eating sandpaper was probably better than the rough gravelly feeling of her throat.

“Take it easy,” Leo cautioned with the same gentle tone in his voice. “You’ve been out of it for days.”

She blinked at that, baffled. Was she hearing that right? “Days…?”

Leo reached for something she couldn’t see. He came back with a small glass of water, gaze kind but encouraging. “I know you’re probably not up for it but you should drink something. It’ll help.”

Water sounded like nirvana. She allowed the eldest brother to help lift her head up, trying not to aggravate her healing neck. Taking time to savor the clean, reviving taste of the cold drink that cleared the pain in her esophagus. Once she’d had her fill Leo helped her lay back down, the pounding in her head too terribly strong but her throat no longer stinging. “Wh-what… h-happ-end?”

Leo frowned with sympathy. “You’ve been through a lot. We got you away from Karai, don’t worry. Although you’re going to be recovering from your wounds for a while.”

“Th-that’s… nothing new,” she rasped, hating how scraggly she sounded. “Is… Is Do-nnie…?”

“He’s okay.” Leo assured her. “He’s fine. He’s been waiting for you to wake up.”

He has? She thought with worry. Now she just felt guilty. He’d already been through enough, being roughed up by Karai too. He shouldn’t have wasted all that time on me… “Do y-you know… wh-where he is n-now?”

As it turned out they wouldn’t have to wait long. Suddenly the doorway was filled with three other turtles, Lilium spotted Raph and Mikey in the forefront with…

Donnie— who was unharmed, the only signs of his rough treatment being the fading bruises on his arms— standing breathlessly amongst the trio, a screwdriver hanging limp in his hand, whatever he’d been working on forgotten.

Their eyes locked. His breath hitched in his throat. Lilium couldn’t help the blurring of her own gaze as tears prickled her vision, a shaky grin on her face. “Don-nie…”

In one moment he was at the doorway, in the next he’d moved effortlessly to her side, screwdriver clattering to the ground. His hands found hers, gripping them in both of his, holding them to his plastron with eyes that looked glassy under the light, everyone else behind them forgotten. The smile that took root on his lips was filled with warmth, full of nothing but affection and relief.

Finally, he spoke. “Hi.”

Lilium couldn’t help the tears that trickled down her face. “Hi.”

She couldn’t really explain the emotions that spread across his features; a soft chuckle escaped him. He brought a hand to her face, his thumb brushing across her cheek. Gently he rested his brow against her own, content on staying where he was, shoulders shaking slightly to contain the sobs he struggled to stifle. He was doing a better job than she was at keeping it together.

“You’re… y-you’re okay?” Lilium murmured, searching his eyes for any further pain.

“I’m fine,” he nodded. “I’m okay. I’m so glad you’re up. I was worried the damage was too severe, you were unresponsive…” his fingers brushed across her temple, moving the hair out of her eyes. “I knew you were in there, I’m sorry I wasn’t fast enough—“

“No,” Lilium shook her head pleadingly, taking his face into both her hands. “I’m s-sorry for not be-being strong enough. She g-got what she want-ed…”

“No she didn’t. Karai didn’t get us, we got out. More importantly, she didn’t have the chance to find out I gave her the phony address until we were long gone.” He gently took her hands off his face to better talk to the Siren, never once making the motion to turn away. “It was close but we got you to safety. We…” he hesitated, steadying his words to maintain his stability. “I… thought we’d lost you.”

Lilium frowned. Unconsciously her hand reached up to her throat, where it still hurt to talk. “Ho-how bad was it…?”

“Bad enough.” Donatello answered, and she could tell he didn’t want to elaborate further. “But I was here the whole time. You weren’t alone when you were out of it. Your Mom too. She’s been dropping off Tupperware full of dinners for us, as a thank you for getting you out.”

That wasn’t a surprise, but it still made Lilium giggle. “Wh-what kind of f-food?”

“Pasta, mostly. Last week it was casserole,” Donatello chuckled a little. Unconsciously his fingers reached up to play with her bangs, the habit a welcome distraction. “… I missed you so much.”

Lilium’s cheeks warmed at the soft confession. “I missed you too… I just w-wish she didn’t t-take you there. I hate see-ing you hurt…”

“Hey, look at me,” Donatello gently tipped her head up, meeting her eyes. “I knew what I was getting myself into. If I never let Karai bring me to you, we never would have found her location to get you home. Nothing mattered more to me than getting you out of there,” he offered her a smile. “If I had to make that decision again, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

Her face flushed, turning warm under his kind gaze. “S-still…” Lilium murmured bashfully. “I’m glad yo-you’re safe, too.”

There was a softness within Donatello’s gaze, still holding her face within his hand with all the affection in the world, keeping her close as though some invisible force would tear her away from him. Nimble fingers caressed her cheek, taking in every detail of Lilium’s face with only his eyes. In the silence between them she raised her head a little, bumping her brow into his as she asked, “W-were y-you… sing-ing?”

His eyes widened, taken aback by this recollection. “You remembered…?”

“I thought… I h-heard you… in th-the deli…” she smiled a little. “A-and you did… it again… one o-other time.” Giggling under her breath, Lilium added, “Kn-knew you… you h-had a p-prett-y voice.”

If it was possible for Donatello’s cheeks to turn darker from the genuine praise, he would have outright turned forest green. “Well… I knew you liked it when I did. Master Splinter said that if you hold a strong connection with someone they can hear you, even in sleep.” He tucked her hair behind her ears, showing off a set of beaming eyes. “Glad it worked.”

Lilium grinned, cheeks tinting a shade of pink. “C-could y-you… sing again?”

Donatello couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Any requests?”

“Les Mis?” She chirped. “O-only if y-you want to…”

“I’ll take an educated guess on which song you have in mind.”

“Am I r-reall-y that predictable?”

“No. I just know what you like.”

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And there ya go! If you want some trivia on Lilium I’d be happy to share! Thanks for reading!

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[squaregoals]

I Love It When You Look My Way

April O'Neil(ROtTMNT) x Reader drabble 💛

There was a rare calm present in April’s apartment building. You took note of this, as you both made your way hand-in-hand to her unit. The contact and quiet did nothing to quell your growing nervousness.

“I don’t know about this, babe…” you admitted in a bit of a whisper as you tightened your hold on her hand. She huffed out a laugh, looking over at you. The hand not holding hers held flowers, already in a slim vase and just needing water. You were visibly growing more nervous.

You hoped the cumulating sweat from your hands didn’t stay on the vase when you set it inside.

“Oh c’mon, _____. We've fight literal villains and you don't break a sweat. This is just my mom. She won’t bite.” April said with a warm smile.

You whipped your head to look at her full-on, narrowing your eyes slightly. “You said that way back when I met the guys too, but Donnie was definitely thinking about it.”

April just laughed, and started to unlock the apartment with her free hand. “You’re gonna be just fine, _____. She’ll love you… since I know I do.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm, and you were certain that she intended for that to calm your nerves. Given the circumstances, though, it only ratcheted them up to full tension. You were finally meeting your girlfriend’s mom. Someone of whom you’ve somehow not met yet, as she usually was at work when you were over. April’s father you had been able to meet almost immediately, but her mom? 

You had to make her like you.

Sucking in a breath, you held it before sharply exhaling as April opened the door.

The apartment, as always, was just so homey and welcoming. You felt a very slight bit of tension leave as the scent of freshly baked bread washes over the two of you. Your are about to move to come in and make a comment, before that is lost to the void as April loudly announces her arrival to the apartment.

"Mom! I'm home!" 

You winced slightly at the sudden volume.

“Hi honey! Give me a second, I’m finishing the laundry.” came the response from deeper inside.

You froze in the doorway after her mom replied, April having to pull you into the apartment enough so that she can close the door.

“______, seriously. Chillax.” April murmurs as she drops your hand to lock the door.

You don’t.

In fact you do the opposite, as you stiffly stand where she had left you just inside the door. April has to slightly maneuver around you as she removes her jacket and hangs it up. Your eyes were fixed on the doorway of the master bedroom door where her mother would emerge any moment. You knew you had to look less stressed otherwise she make make note and be suspicious of you and not like her like you needed her to-

Before you could spiral any further, or April had a chance to try and continue to reassure you, her mom stepped around the corner and locked eyes with you.

There was slight confusion that appeared on her face, before she glanced between you and April. She then settled into a small smile and… a smirk as she looked at April expectantly.

“Hi, honey. Who’s this?” she asked slyly. Oh, definitely a smirk, the glint in her eye as she slides her gaze over to you tells you she knows exactly who you are. Now you know where April got that look from.

You eyed April as she steps forward to introduce the two of you.

“______, this is my mom. Mom, this is _____,” April says as she takes the vase from your hand so you can offer a handshake to her mom.

“Uh- hello Mrs. O’Neil. Nice to finally meet you. I brought you lilies, your husband mentioned at one point theyre your favourite.” 

Despite a small overexplanation, you were proud you kept your voice even.

She smiled at this, taking your hand and instead pulling you into a quick welcoming hug.

Before you could worry about fully returning it or not, she stepped away as to not make you uncomfortable.

“Just call me Carol, hon. I take it youre the same _____ that’s been dating and keeping my daughter from getting into too much trouble?” she says, a warm smile replacing the slight smirk.

You clear your throat, and fight the urge to scratch the back of your head, “Uh-uh yes ma’am. Or, try to at least,” you joke.

At this she laughs, and gestures you to go sit down as she moves further into the kitchen. “Go on, make yourself comfortable. I think the bread is almost cooled off enough to eat.

With this, she went further into the unknown, and you went to sit on the couch with April.

As soon as April took her spot next to you, you found her hand and gripped it tight as you looked at her with wide eyes. “Hey, April. Babycakes, honeybunches, love of my life… Why does it feel like your mom didn’t know I was coming over today?” you said, tight smile fixed on your face.

April laughed a haltingly awkward laugh as she avoided eye contact and used her other hand to sheepishly scratch her cheek.

“I… may have forgotten to let her know?” she tries in a slightly higher octave than she normally speaks. 

You lean close to her, not far away from her face as you kept the smile on and fixed her with wide eyes boring into the side of her face. A strangled whine was barely audible from the back of your throat as you did. 

April… you loved her to death but she was one day going to cause exactly that for you.

Your flustered and slowly becoming unhinged state made her laugh. It was her usual carefree and light laughter that never failed to make your skin buzz pleasantly and insides become warm. You felt your face relax against your will, and you loosened your grip on her hand as well.

Sighing, you gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before you sat back to rest in your original position.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you murmured.

Whatever April was going to respond with was interrupted by Carol- there was no way you’d ever call her that- appearing with a basket of freshly baked and cut bread. Smelled of rosemary, and you felt your heart grow light at the clear love put into making it.

She offered you both the bread, and you each took a piece with your free hand and gratitude on your face. She sat the basket on the coffee table in front of the couch, before sitting on the otherside of you from April.

She patted your leg, “So. _____. How’d you meet April?”.

A scene of a rather dramatic villain fight flit across your minds eye, and you looked over to your girlfriend in question as to tell the full story. She just stared back.

Great, helpful.

You sighed.

This was going to be an interesting day.

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A/N: first drabble posted! This is the definition of "oops my hand slipped." I wanted something cute for April, she needs more love.

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[lili-loves-whump]

uhhh hi. Is the mic working? I think so...

Behold! It is I, lili-loves-whump!!

I'm a teenage writer from Australia, and have been on Tumblr for about a year before finally deciding to post my own content!

A few things about me:

I love love love love any version of TMNT, and all the creators who do art and stories around them. Shoutout to my fellow comrades trying to revive ROTTMNT. Keep fighting!!

I mostly write Hero x Villain snippets (not prompts- if you inspire from my work, be sure to take me!!) but occasionally you'll also see whump or even fanart

I don't really like things. If you earn a like from me, that means it's gone in my archive so I can see it again someday.

My book collection is off the charts, so I love giving and receiving recommendations!

The ask box is always open, and even if I take a while, I cherish each person who spends the time to send me a message through it.

you are not perfect

(an angsty fanfic about rottmnt.)

Whumpmas 2023

(all prompts from the 30 days of Whumpmas in 2023)

I'll always continue a snippet if you ask me to, jut drop it in my inbox!!

I am not creative enough to come up and remember all the parts to a previous story. If you realise I've made a mistake somewhere, feel free to send me a polite message so I can fix it :)

Hero x Villain Volume 1

Hero x Villain Volume 2

(50+ prompts about Hero, Villain, and the gang of Supers and Evils running around a city. Not connected unless specified by a number after the title.)

Whump: Volume 1

(5+ prompts about Whumpee, Whumper, caretaker, and the trials and aftermath of torture. Not connected.)

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(tiny snippets and random ideas thought up that I don't have motivation to write. Includes shitposts. Not connected.)

lili continues

(mostly just ask games or work I'm tagged in)

Random others:

Donnie

Finger Guns

Vivienne

Lily

Mittens

The Bizarre Restaurant

Lmao

Love

Queen Card

Secret Santa

(prompts that do not fall under the two main subtypes. Not connected.)

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[lykaios2]

Like Father Like Daughter: Part 2

here is the second part of @httpjiikook's request! Part 1 can be found here

also obligatory author's note: this was definitely interesting to write, I've never written anything much other than x readers, so this was a nice change of pace! I hope you enjoy the second part ❤️

And before she could even have a second thought, they had locked eyes. Unbeknownst to Lily, the turtles had been looking for the people who had nearly become victims to the Foot Clan. She almost immediately recognized them.

"Casey! Wait!"

Casey turned to see the situation he had dreaded most. He winced, then took a deep breath and followed Lily back.

The turtles had already started walking over to where they were. As they grew closer, they slowed down out of caution, making sure no more trouble was coming to them. They politely asked if Lily and Casey were okay, to which they said that they were.

"You guys should be careful. This is a dangerous part of town."

"Oh...we didn't know. We're not from here."

"And...you two aren't scared at all by our appearances?"

Casey tried to awkwardly explain that where they were from, people like the turtles weren't exactly abnormal.

"Anyhow, you guys said you're new to New York, right? Why don't we show them around?"

"Oh, we would love that!"

Casey reluctantly agreed, but pulled Lily aside before they left. He sternly reminded her that under no circumstances must they ever reveal their true identities, or where they had come from. Lily said she would, but in the back of her mind she had already considered telling them that she was, in fact, Donatello's daughter from the future.

After their discussion, the turtles started introducing themselves. She already had guessed who each of them was, but she let them proceed with their introductions. It was quite fascinating to her, seeing all of them so young. She had only known them as adults, and most of it was from stories she had been told.

"Vamanos, hermanos! There is much to see!"

Of course, living in New York their entire life, the turtles knew every secret that one could possibly think of. Lily was in awe by their incredible knowledge of the city, being amazed at every new place they visited. They each took turns showing off their favorite spot: Leonardo's was the skate park, Michelangelo's was his favorite restaurant, Raphael's was a smaller park on the edge of the city, and Donatello's was the science museum.

The whole time they were hanging out, Lily was completely immersed. The whole experience was unreal to her. She was having such an amazing time, learning about and interacting with the people she never got a chance to do so with. It almost made her forget about the apocalypse, and her old life.

Eventually, they ended up in the turtle's lair underground. At this point, even Casey had come to relax a bit, seeing how much Lily was enjoying herself. Casey watched from a distance as the 5 of them talked like old friends.

"So Lily, do you have any family?"

"Thankfully, yes. I've lost a lot of people close to me...so it's good to still have people."

"Oh...well, yes, that's good. Is it a sensitive topic for you?"

Lily hesitated before nodding. The turtles could tell that bringing up family had certainly stirred up some unpleasant memories for her, so they switched up their questions.

"You know, now that we're not out and about, the lighting here makes me realize your skin is looking a little...off. A bit green almost. Are you alright?"

"Oh, I see it now. And speaking of appearances, your eyes look very familiar...Donnie, look at me, will you? Lily, you too."

They both stared at him. Leonardo closely looked at both of them, his gaze quickly switching between the two. He pulled Raphael and Michelangelo over, and was whispering to them. The looks on the rest of their faces had both Donatello and Lily concerned. They exchanged worried glances waiting for the others to finish talking. Eventually, Raphael spoke up.

"You know...have you two realized how similar you look? Here, follow me."

They all followed Raph, including Casey, and piled into the bathroom. They all watched in anticipation as Donatello and Lily stared at one another, inspecting each other's features until they were satisfied.

"I will admit, we look strikingly similar. Quite the coincidence I must say."

"Yeah...what a coincidence."

They all returned to the main area, with Lily taking up the rear. She didn't want to show it, but an idea had been in the back of her mind the whole time she was here. She wanted so badly to reveal who she truly was. Whenever Donatello became the main point of conversation, she had to keep herself from blurting out that she was his daughter. She knew that not only would Casey be mad at her, but it would probably freak out the turtles as well. But the thought had become so strong, her will was close to breaking.

"Lily? You coming?"

She had not realized she had stopped walking, and only now remembered what was happening. She nodded and caught up with the rest of them.

For the rest of the night, she tried to keep the thought at the back of her mind. She tried to focus on spending time with her new friends, but the thought of revealing her identity kept coming back again and again.

The turtles, on the other hand, could tell something was off. She just seemed...not all there. Like her mind was somewhere else. They worried it was because they had done something wrong.

"Hey, Lily..."

"Hm? What's up?"

"Are you feeling okay? You seem like you've got something on your mind."

Lily winced. Had it been that obvious? She didn't know what to do, so she said she'd return in a second and left the room. She went over to where Casey was and sat down next to him.

"Casey, would it really be that big of a deal if...if I told them who I really was?"

Casey started to freak out. He started to reprimand her, reminding her about how keeping their identity secret was the one big rule he had set. Lily sat and listened to him again, all the while becoming more and more disappointed. However, while Casey was lecturing her, he stopped. He looked at the expression on her face. Lily looked at him as he was deep in thought.

"Lily...listen to me. I know I said not to ever reveal your identity under any circumstances...but I understand this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you. I think it would be...rude of me. To not let you do this. If you really want to...you can. And now that I think about it, Donatello would probably be pretty happen to learn that time travel is indeed possible."

Her face lit up. She started thanking him profusely, shaking his hand and giving him a hug. Casey just smiled. After thanking him one last time, Lily rushed back into the room where the turtles were and sat back down.

"Wow, that was fast. And whatever you did surely raised your spirits quite a bit."

"Yes, definitely. Although, can I tell you guys something? I've been hiding something from you all this time...and I think you should know."

The turtles looked a bit confused. They were all a bit upset that their new friend had been hiding things from them, but they were listening now.

"I don't even know if you guys will believe this...but I'm from the future."

Their jaws all dropped. Raphael and Leonardo were shocked, but Donatello and Michelangelo were excited.

"And...Donatello."

He leaned closer, listening even more intently.

"I'm your daughter."

That was the last straw. Immediately they were all over her with questions. How did she get here? What was the future like? Was Casey also from the future? Did they have any amazing stories or epic tales from their future selves? But most importantly, at least to Leo...

"How in the hell did Donnie pull a girl?!"

#lykaios writes #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #donnie rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #raph rottmnt

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jane’s playlist ✧˖*°࿐

requests: open!

nav

↳ marvel

daddy issues, pt ii - the neighborhood (old fic)

(tony stark x daughter! reader)

the interviews - old fic

(avengers cast x teen!reader)

dinner party - old fic

(avengers cast x teen!reader)

↳ marauders

what christmas means to me (my love) - stevie wonder

(remus lupin x reader)

spending a quiet christmas eve with the marauders at hogwarts.

late night talking - harry styles

(james potter x reader)

james joins you on a window sill for a night of quiet confessions in the gryffindor common room.

when the party’s over - billie ellish

(james potter x reader)

james makes sure you’re alright after a night of partying.

this christmas - donny hathaway

(james potter x reader)

james brings his anxious girlfriend home for the first time at christmas.

oh! darling - the beatles

(james potter x reader)

after years of you taking care of james, it was finally his turn.

ours - taylor swift

(lily evans x reader)

you, a slytherin prefect and quidditch player, and lily evans, gryffindor’s golden girl, have seemed to found yourselves in a strange and lovely situation.

‘tis the damn season - taylor swift

(regulus black x reader)

leaving regulus on boxing day after an explosive (literally) christmas party.

#marvel masterlist #marauders masterlist #dead poets society masterlist #stranger things masterlist #criminal minds masterlist #janie’s masterlists ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[eatsyourainbow]

FILMS LIST

Series 13 Reasons Why American Horror Story Breaking Bad Mr. Robot Pride and Prejudice Spotless

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# (500) Days of Summer (2009) 10 Things I Hate About You (1999) 1001 Grams (2014) 13 Going on 30 (2004) 17 Again (2009) 17 filles (2011) 3 Hearts (2014) 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days (2007) 45 Years (2015) 5 Centimeters Per Second (2007) 50/50 (2011) 6 Years (2015)

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A A Brief History of Time (1991) A Brilliant Young Mind (2014) A Cinderella Story (2004) A Lot Like Love (2005) A Man Called Ove (2015) A Pigeon Sat on a Branch Reflecting on Existence (2014) A Single Man (2009) A Summer Violence (2014) A Walk to Remember (2002) About a Boy (2002) About Time (2013) Across the Universe (2007) Addams Family Values (1993) Adult World (2013) All About Lily Chou-Chou (2001) Almost Famous (2000) Almost Friends (2016) Amélie (2001) American History X (1998) American Psycho (2000) And They Lived Happily Ever After (2004) Anna Karenina (2012) Annie Hall (1977) Anomalisa (2015) Another Earth (2011) Armageddon (1998) Atonement (2007) Away from Her (2006) Away We Go (2009)

B Bachelorette (2012) Bad Teacher (2011) Barney’s Version (2010) Beastly (2011) Becoming Jane (2007) Before Midnight (2013) Before Sunrise (1995) Before Sunset (2004) Before We Go (2014) Begin Again (2013) Beginners (2010) Being Flynn (2012) Ben X (2007) Big Fish (2003) Blue Valentine (2010) Boyhood (2014) Breathe In (2013) Breathless (1960) Brick (2005) Bright Star (2009) Brokeback Mountain (2005) Bruce Almighty (2003)

C Calvary (2014) Candy (2006) Can’t Hardly Wait (1998) Carrie Pilby (2016) Cashback (2006) Catch Me If You Can (2002) Celeste & Jesse Forever (2012) Cemetery Junction (2010) Chungking Express (1994) Citizenfour (2014) City of Angels (1998) Closer (2004) Cloud Atlas (2012) Clueless (1995) Columbus (2017) Comet (2014) Confessions (2010) Cries & Whispers (1972) Cruel Intentions (1999) Crush (2013)

D Damsels in Distress (2011) Daydream Nation (2010) Death at a Funeral (2007) Dead Poets Society (1989) Dear John (2010) Dedication (2007) Definitely, Maybe (2008) Despicable Me (2010) Detachment (2011) Disconnect (2012) Don’t Laugh at My Romance (2007) Donnie Darko (2001) Dope (2015)

E Easy A (2010) Edward Scissorhands (1990) Elizabethtown (2005) Empire Records (1995) Enchanted (2007) Enough Said (2013) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (2011) Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998) Eyes Wide Shut (1999)

F Failure to Launch (2006) Fallen Angels (1995) Fanny and Alexander (1982) Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986) Fight Club (1999) Fish Tank (2009) Flipped (2010) Forrest Gump (1994) Frances Ha (2012) Frank (2014)

G Garden State (2004) Gemma Bovery (2014) Ghosts of Girlfriends Past (2009) Ghost World (2001) Gifted (2017) Girl, Interrupted (1999) Good Bye Lenin! (2003) Good Will Hunting (1997) Grave of the Fireflies (1988) Great Expectations (2011)

H Happythankyoumoreplease (2010) Harry Potter (2001-2011) He’s Just Not That Into You (2009) Heavenly Creatures (1994) Her (2013) Hick (2011) Home Alone (1990) How Do You Know (2010) How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)

I I’m Not There. (2007) I Am Sam (2001) Ida (2013) I Killed My Mother (2009) I Love You Phillip Morris (2009) I Origins (2014) If I Stay (2014) If Only (2004) In Your Eyes (2014) Into the Wild (2007) I Smile Back (2015) It’s Kind of a Funny Story (2010)

J Jane Eyre (1996) Jane Eyre (2011) Jeff, Who Lives at Home (2011) Jerry Maguire (1996) Juno (2007) Jurassic Park (1993) Just Like Heaven (2005)

K Keeping the Faith (2000) Keith (2008) Kill Your Darlings (2013)

L L’Enfer (1994) La belle personne (2008) Laggies (2014) Last Night (2010) Laurence Anyways (2012) Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004) Léon: The Professional (1994) Les Misérables (1998) Less Than Zero (1987) Letters to Juliet (2010) Liberal Arts (2012) Life Happens (2011) Like Crazy (2011) Lincoln (2012) Little Birds (2011) Little Forest: Summer/Autumn (2014) Little Miss Sunshine (2006) Liv & Ingmar (2012) LOL (2012) Lola Versus (2012) Lost in Translation (2003) Louder Than Bombs (2015) Love & Other Drugs (2010) Love Actually (2003) Love and Death (1975) Love and Other Disasters (2006) Love Me If You Dare (2003) Love Story (1970) Lovers of the Arctic Circle (1998) Lucy (2014) Lymelife (2008)

M Maggie’s Plan (2015) Manchester by the Sea (2016) Map of the Sounds of Tokyo (2009) Martha Marcy May Marlene (2011) Mary Is Happy, Mary Is Happy (2013) Matilda (1996) Mauvais sang (1986) Me and Earl and the Dying Girl (2015) Mean Girls (2004) Medianeras (2011) Memento (2000) Monsieur Lazhar (2011) Moonrise Kingdom (2012) Mozart and the Whale (2005) Mr. Nobody (2009) My Blueberry Nights (2007) My Girl (1991) My Life Without Me (2003) My Neighbor Totoro (1988) My Own Private Idaho (1991) My Rainy Days (2009) My So Has Got Depression (2011)

N Napoleon Dynamite (2004) Never Been Kissed (1999) Never Let Me Go (2010) Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist (2008) Night on Earth (1991) No Strings Attached (2011) Nobody Walks (2012) Northanger Abbey (2007) Norwegian Wood (2010) Now Is Good (2012)

O On the Beach at Night Alone (2017) Once (2006) Only Yesterday (1991) Orlando (1992) Oslo, 31. august (2011) Our Little Sister (2015)

P Palo Alto (2013) Parasyte: Part 1 (2014) Parasyte: Part 2 (2015) Paris, je t’aime (2006) Paris, Texas (1984) Pay It Forward (2000) Penelope (2006) People Like Us (2012) Persona (1966) Petal Dance (2013) Philomena (2013) Prayers for Bobby (2009) Pretty in Pink (1986) Pride & Prejudice (2005) Pulp Fiction (1994)

R Raise Your Voice (2004) Rashomon (1950) Reality Bites (1994) Requiem for a Dream (2000) Respire (2014) Revolutionary Road (2008) Rocket Science (2007) Ruby Sparks (2012) Running with Scissors (2006) Rushmore (1998)

S Safe Haven (2013) Say Anything… (1989) Seeking a Friend for the End of the World (2012) Sexual Chronicles of a French Family (2012) Side Effects (2013) Silver Linings Playbook (2012) Simple Simon (2010) Sixteen Candles (1984) Shakespeare in Love (1998) She’s the Man (2006) Short Term 12 (2013) Sleepwalk with Me (2012) Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937) Sound of My Voice (2011) Speak (2004) Spirited Away (2001) Spotlight (2015) St. Elmo’s Fire (1985) Still Walking (2008) Stranger Than Fiction (2006) Struck by Lightning (2012) Stuck in Love (2012) Submarine (2010) Sunshine Cleaning (2008) Sweeney Todd (2007) Sweet Little Lies (2010)

T Tag (2015) Take This Waltz (2011) Taxi Driver (1976) Terms of Endearment (1983) That Thing You Do! (1996) The Art of Getting By (2011) The Black Balloon (2008) The Bling Ring (2013) The Blue Room (2014) The Book Thief (2013) The Breakfast Club (1985) The Choice (2016) The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (2007) The Double (2013) The Double Life of Veronique (1991) The Dreamers (2003) The Edukators (2004) The End of the Tour (2015) The Face of Another (1966) The Falling (2014) The Fault in Our Stars (2014) The Garden of Words (2013) The Girl Who Leapt Through Time (2006) The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) The Great Gatsby (1974) The High Cost of Living (2010) The Host (2013) The Intervention (2016) The Jacket (2005) The Jane Austen Book Club (2007) The Kid with a Bike (2011) The Kids Are All Right (2010) The Kings of Summer (2013) The Last Kiss (2006) The Last Song (2010) The Little Mermaid (1989) The Little Prince (2015) The Lobster (2015) The Long Excuse (2016) The Lorax (2012) The Lovely Bones (2009) The Lucky One (2012) The Notebook (2004) The Odd Life of Timothy Green (2012) The One I Love (2014) The Other Woman (2009) The Painted Veil (2006) The Parent Trap (1998) The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) The Piano Teacher (2001) The Place Promised in Our Early Days (2004) The Pursuit of Happyness (2006) The Ramen Girl (2008) The Reader (2008) The Remains of the Day (1993) The Road Within (2014) The Royal Tenenbaums (2001) The Science of Sleep (2006) The Secret Life of Words (2005) The Seventh Seal (1957) The Simpsons Movie (2007) The Sixth Sense (1999) The Shawshank Redemption (1994) The Solitude of Prime Numbers (2010) The Spectacular Now (2013) The Squid and the Whale (2005) The Theory of Everything (2014) The Time Traveler’s Wife (2009) The Tracey Fragments (2007) The Tree of Life (2011) The Truth About Emanuel (2013) The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1988) The Virgin Suicides (1999) The Visitor (2007) The Vow (2012) The Way He Looks (2014) The White Ribbon (2009) The Wizard of Oz (1939) The Young Victoria (2009) This Is 40 (2012) This Is England (2006) Three Colors: White (1994) Through a Glass Darkly (1961) Thumbsucker (2005) Tideland (2005) Tiny Furniture (2010) To Kill a Mockingbird (1962) To the Wonder (2012) To Write Love on Her Arms (2012) Toni Erdmann (2016) Trainspotting (1996) Tuck Everlasting (2002) Two Days, One Night (2014) Two Night Stand (2014)

U Unexpected (2015) Uptown Girls (2003)

V Very Good Girls (2013)

W Waiting for Forever (2010) Weekend (2011) Welcome to the Dollhouse (1995) Welcome to the Rileys (2010) What If (2013) What to Expect When You’re Expecting (2012) White Bird in a Blizzard (2014) White Oleander (2002) Why Stop Now? (2012) Wild (2014) Wild Child (2008) Wings of Desire (1987) Wish I Was Here (2014) Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown (1988) Wristcutters: A Love Story (2006)

Y You’ve Got Mail (1998) Young Adult (2011) Yourself and Yours (2016) Youth in Revolt (2009)

[fandomstars]

Headcanon/Oneshot Request Form..Aka What I write and how you can request

PLEASE READ

Fandoms:

Star Wars (Clone Wars / Rebels / Bad Batch )

Star Trek (AOS)

Pokémon (Anime / Games) (Minus Pokemon Games before Pokémon Diamond)

Steven Universe

TMNT 2012

Power Rangers (Mainly Jungle Fury/SPD cause it’s the series I’m more familiar with)

Trolls (Dreamworks) (Love Broppy + any Poppy centric stuff (<~ not much content out there compared to Branch centric stuff.)

DBZ (I’ve only watched Z Kai and few of Super so bear with me if whatever I write isn’t “canon” enough.)

Writing limit / Won’t dos:

Limit = Tumblr word count (But if needing to go beyond one post I might do part 2/3/4/etc.)

Nothing rated R ( sexual/dirty/etc.) aka not NSFW

No horror/poetry

No poly nor incest

No trans/non-binary (never written such before and idk how sorry)

No medical (transition/amputation/mental health) (just not comfortable/not knowledgeable)

Also nothing on pregnancy / periods (never done so)

Headcanons / Oneshot requests only

My OCs:

• Feel free to request Headcanons/Oneshots of them too!

Alex Diamond

Link to bio: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomstars/713433646522056704/if-steven-universe-had-a-brother-fromblue

{ Steven Universe x Star Wars Bad Batch/Clone Wars }

Oliver Diamond

Link to bio: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomstars/747697014157066240/if-steven-universe-had-a-twin-brother-from-pink

{ Steven Universe x DBZ}

Aster Diamond

Link to bio: TBD

{ Steven Universe x TMNT 2012 }

Jim Kirk Diamond

(Technically not an OC, but more a canon character but my version of…idk call what you call it)

Link to bio: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomstars/747700297613328384/if-steven-universe-had-a-twin-brother-son

{ Steven Universe x AOS Star Trek }

How to request:

Go to the chat box with the + on it in the upper right corner of my blog.

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OTPs I will write/ NOTPs I won’t ever write:

Kylohux / Kalluzeb / Alex (my oc) x Crosshair / Obi-wan x Cody | Reylo / Ezrabine

Ash x Gary / Ash x Gou / Ash x Paul / Ash x Kiawe / Ash x Gladion / Ash x Lillie) | Ash x Serena / Misty / any other pokegirl

Jim x Spock | Anything that isn’t the two paired together

Leo x Aster (my OC) / April x Donnie | Leo x Karai / April x Casey

Casey x Jarrod / Fran x Dom / Troy x Orion / Jack x Sky | Casey x Lily / Jarrod x Camille / RJ x Casey or Fran / Jayden x Antonio, Mia, Kevin, Mike, or Emily (thought they were more siblings) / Troy x Gia or Emma / Noah x Jake / Orion x Emma or Gia / Jack x Z or Syd / Bridge x Sky

Branch x Poppy / Viva x Barb or Clay | Otherwise nothing else

Oliver (my oc) x Gohan / While I ship ChichixGoku, Krillinx18, and VegetaxBulma, idk yet if I’m capable to writing them centric wise as oppose to in the background or something. | Otherwise nothing else unless it’s platonic

Feel free to ask if I ship/write with any other ships I haven’t mentioned and what not.

#fandom #tumblr #anime #pokemon #star wars #star trek aos #steven universe #tmnt #star wars bad batch #star wars the clone wars #star wars rebels #fanfic #fanfiction writer #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #love #cartoon #tumbler #inbox open #fill my inbox #reqs open #writerscorner #aos star trek #dreamworks trolls #power rangers #pokemon fanfiction #tmnt 2012 #writing requests #inbox requests

[ofskellingtcns]

𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝟸𝟻; 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽.

                      lilith skellington.

 lilith was created from her father’s rib. no literally. after hearing of how howl’s son came to be, jasper thought he could create a child as well. so with the help of donnie that’s what he set out to do. however, dabbling in black magic when he hadn’t honed his skills came with a price. his daughter was born half demon. a former cheerleader and prom queen, lili spends her time in the other side of the family business. what’s that you might ask ? oh, well, she’s a grim reaper. 

inspired by : sidney prescott ( scream ) , parker caine ( charmed 2018 ) , buffy summers ( buffy the vampire slayer ) , good girls by chvrches , sam carpenter ( scream 5 ) , jennifer check ( jennifer’s body ) , daphne blake ( scooby doo ) , sabrina spellman  ( the chilling adventures of sabrina ) , final girl trope , i am not a woman, i’m a god by halsey

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻

birth name. lilith ophelia hamato-skellington  nicknames. lili date of birth.   september 28 age.    twenty-six gender.   cis female. pronouns.  she/her. species.   half skeleton monster / half demon powers.  flexibility, detach-ability, spell casting, skeleton form, shadow form, light negation, phase-shifting, smoking ( teleportation through black, shadowy smoke ), supernatural stealth, electromagnetic interference, limited shapeshifting, supernatural strength, enhanced durability, phase-shifting, premonitions, levitation, pathokinesis, and the ability to capture souls  sexuality.  bisexual. place of birth.    hallow falls current residence.   elias, california / hallow falls  occupation.    grim reaper, father’s assistant 

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

height. 5'8" build. toned hair colour/style. blonde eye colour. brown, red in skeleton form, black when demonic powers are used. piercings.  ears and nose. tattoos. the moon phase she was born under on her shoulder notable markings.  a scar on her back from a run in with a monster when she was twelve. glasses/contacts ?  n/a. faceclaim.  suki waterhouse voiceclaim. suki waterhouse  ( X )

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷

physical ailments.   none. allergies.   n/a sleeping habits. she’s nocturnal i fear. exercise habits. boxing, running .. honestly she just loves being active in anyway she can be. dominant hand.    left. drugs / smoke / alcohol ?  no / no / no.

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

positive traits. intelligent, calculating, resourceful, devoted, imaginative, protective negative traits.  righteous, rebellious, aggressive, stubborn, aloof, intimidating  usual mood.  calm. likes.  balance, amethyst, sci-fi movies, leather jackets, sriracha garlic, black loafers, elegant dresses, cinnamon flavored treats, 80s music, listening to her uncle donnie go on tangents, skeletoning out with wes, horror aesthetic, blood dislikes.  the bartholomews and anyone associated with them next gen wise. hallow falls residents who feel entitled to her father, magic used incorrectly, people chewing their food loudly, nosey people, failing, not having control ( whether it be of a situation or herself ) bad habits.  she's a little too cold sometimes without meaning to be

𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

mother.    n/a father.      jasper skellington, donatello hamato siblings.   diana, wesley & calliope hamato-skellington. children.   her pets: a snake named arkham and a bat named gotham.  birth order.   oldest of four. significant other.  ada teague, romantic interest  closest friends. harry teague, and this could be you !

𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂

zodiac sign. libra mbti. entj temperament.   phlegmatic-choleric. hogwarts house.   slytherin  moral alignment.  chaotic neutral.

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂 & 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂

languages spoken.   english, thai, latin & french drive ?      yes. jump start a car ?       yes. change a flat tire ?      yes ride a bicycle ?      yes. swim ?     yes. play an instrument ?      yes, piano. play chess ?     yes. braid hair ?    no. tie a tie ?          yes. pick a lock ?          yes. sew ?      yes.

compassion.         9/10.

empathy.         7/10.

creativity.          10/10.

mental flexibility.          10/10.

passion.         10/10.

luck.         8/10.

motivation.  9/10.

education.          10/10.

intelligence.         10/10.

charisma.       8/10.

reflexes.          10/10.

willpower.          7/10.

stamina.          10/10.

physical strength.         10/10.

battle skill.          10/10.

initiative.     10/10.

restraint.          7/10.

strategy.       10/10.

team work.         5/10.

(  pinterest, her tag, playlist. )

#watask #* . ✦ . ˚ lilith ˗ˏˋ in the final scene there's a final girl and you know that she should be screaming . ˎˊ˗

[anglepanda]

Leo x reader pt.10 patrol gone wrong 1/3

Me: my friends wanted me to add characters in this story that represented them so yeah we have new characters people…oh I also have to mention that this story is kinda also going to be about shredder coming back for revenge on the turtles and he found out that you were the turtles weakness cause you are their and Aprils friend and Leo’s bf/gf/lover soooo….yeah he also has minions to help him…anyways! on to the story…

Narrator: you and Leo were on patrol together finally after begging him to let you go with him but as you two were on patrol you felt something wasn’t right like someone or something else was following you guys and you felt the need to tell Leo.

Reader: um Leo…

Leo: yes darling?

reader: d-do you have a feeling that something or someone is following us?…

Leo: we’ll…sometimes but you don’t have to worry about it because I’m here to protect you!

narrator: as soon as Leo said that someone jumped down in front of the both of you…

???: are you really sure about that hahahaha~…

readers POV: the person looked like about 5’8 so like about the same age as me kinda

Me: ok so this character’s name is flower pedal but their normal life name is Lily they are 16 years old their height is 5’8 their a female her D/O/B is oct 31 her status is that she is a fighter, assassin, hacker, and dealer but mostly she does on the field work her normal life when she is not on the job is that she goes to you and Aprils school as an exchanged student and she’s a straight A student and good at almost everything her story is that she’s an agent in training and she works with shredder with two others she has powers of many such as chaos, reality warping, and copy cat which gives her the power to copy any one else’s power and personality and manifest them to be more powerful but she doesn’t use her powers a lot only when she’s in the field she is a very nice person but piss her off the wrong way or hurt someone that she cares dearly about she will make your life a fucking living hell…but anyway back to the story…

Narrator: before you or Leo could use your powers and weapons an the person they used some kind of powerful attack (chaos magic) on you and you were hurt badly and before they could use their attack again Leo used his powers to teleport you guys back to the lair were splinter, April, Mikey, and raph took care of you while Leo explained to Draxum and Donnie who attacked you guys on patrol and he vowed to never let you out of his sight again and to find who ever hurt you and kill them…later that night after you guys escaped the strange person they went back to their base…

Shredder: did you get rid of them?

???: I was about to but that blue masked turtle teleported away before I could even get the chance to…

Shredder: no worries about that this means it gives me more time to plan ahead well done…flower pedal…oh head to your room for rest we’ve got a lot of work to do for starters your going under cover to that April girl and the one that you hurts school is that understood…

flower pedal: yes master shredder…I will…

shredder: good…you are dismissed…

Shredders POV: soon I will have my revenge on you blasted turtles…soon…hahahahaha!~

me: To Be Continued…

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highlights of April & May

1. Favourite movies: To Kill a Mockingbird (1962), Mildred Pierce (1945) 2. Decent movies I liked / appreciated but not loved: Pat and Mike (1952), Emma. (2020), Suzume no Tojimari (2022), Bullets or Ballots (1936) 3. wtf movie/ending: Rebecca (2020). The movie is so lifeless that even gorgeous locations don't save it. It looks more like a tourist advertising. As far as the ending is concerned, leaving it vague makes the movie feel even more pointless and empty than it already was. 4. Best scenes: the ending / the police station argument in Pat and Mike (1952); 'If I loved you less...; from Emma. (2020); Katharine getting her comeuppance in Working Girl (1988); stealing a corpse from the hospital in Nine to Five (1980); the opening from Mildred Pierce (1945); the courtroom scene in To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). 5. Favourite genres: drama, fantasy, comedy, romance. 6. Favourite directors: George Cukor (Pat and Mike, 1952); Makoto Shinkai  (Suzume no Tojimari, 2022); Michael Curtiz (Mildred Pierce, 1945); Robert Mulligan (To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). 7. Favourite actors: Deanna Durbin, Herbert Marshall (Mad About Music, 1938); Spencer Tracy, Katharine Hepburn (Pat and Mike, 1952); Anya Taylor-Joy, Johnny Flynn (Emma., 2020);  Melanie Griffith Harrison Ford Sigourney Weaver Joan Cusack (Working Girl, 1988);  Jane Fonda, Lily Tomlin, Dolly Parton (Nine to Five, 1980);  Keanu Reeves Ian McShane (John Wick: Chapter 4, 2023); Roger Livesey (I Know Where I'm Going!, 1945); Joan Crawford Ann Blyth (Mildred Pierce, 1945); Edward G. Robinson, Joan Blondell (Bullets or Ballots, 1936); Gregory Peck Brock Peters Mary Badham (To Kill a Mockingbird, 1962); Frank Sinatra, Kim Novak (The Man with the Golden Arm, 1955); Bette Davis (A Stolen Life, 1946). 8. Least favourite performances: Armie Hammer in Rebecca (2020). Not only is it a terrible performance when compared to a master class that was Laurence Olivier, but even in its own right this performance is truly horrendous. It lacks all possible nuance that Maxim's character needs and is overall more a caricature than one of my favourite characters in movie history. 9. The most wasted cast: Lily and Kristin Scott Thomas in Rebecca (2020). I do believe they are capable of giving great performances, but not in this film. It's like a void sucking the talent of otherwise good actors. Also, I don't understant why make Cruella (2021) at all. The actors are fine and all but the entire film is just... wrong. This character is not Cruella, this is not her backstory, it's someone's fanfic. Nothing in the plot makes a lick of sense. Emma Stone, Emma, Joel Fry, Mark Strong. 10. The best wasted premise: Rebecca (2020). A gothic mystery romance. Sign me up... most of the time. You have to try to stuff it up. They managed. 11. Best premise: Suzume no Tojimari (2022). Crazy and brilliant. 12. Favourite cast: Pat and Mike (1952), I guess. I just really love seeing Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy together on screen again. They light up every scene they are in. 13. Favourite on-screen duos: Herbert Marshall x Deanna Durbin in Mad About Music (1938); Katharine Hepburn x Spencer Tracy in Pat and Mike (1952); Anya Taylor-Joy x Johnny Flynn in Emma. (2020); Melanie Griffith x Harrison Ford in Working Girl (1988); Jane Fonda x Lily Tomlin x Dolly Parton in Nine to Five (1980); Keanu Reeves x Donnie Yen in John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023); Sadie Sink x Dylan O'Brien in All Too Well: The Short Film (2021); Joan Crawford x Ann Blyth in Mildred Pierce (1945); Edward G. Robinson x Joan Blondell and Edward G. Robinson x Humphrey Bogart in Bullets or Ballots (1936); Gregory Peck x Mary Badham and Phillip Alford in To Kill a Mockingbird (1962); Frank Sinatra x Kim Novak in The Man with the Golden Arm (1955). 14. Favourite on-screen relationships: Pat Pemberton + Mike Conovan (Pat and Mike, 1952); Emma Woodhouse + George Knightley (Emma., 2020). 15. Favourite characters: for the first time since I've started writing these I know exactly who the best character is. Possibly the best character of the entire year. Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). I adore this man for his reserve, conviction, strength, love, patience, compassion. He is the most inspirational character I can think of. Gloria Harkinson, Richard Todd / "Mr. Harkinson" (Mad About Music, 1938); Pat Pemberton, Mike Conovan (Pat and Mike, 1952);  Emma Woodhouse, George Knightley (Emma., 2020); Suzume Iwato (Suzume no Tojimari, 2022); Bruce Wayne / Batman (Batman: Mask of the Phantasm, 1993); Doralee Rhodes (Nine to Five, 1980); Caine (John Wick: Chapter 4, 2023); Roger Livesey (I Know Where I'm Going!, 1945); Mildred Pierce, Veda Pierce Forrester (Mildred Pierce, 1945); Detective Johnny Blake (Bullets or Ballots, 1936); Atticus Finch, Scout, Jem (To Kill a Mockingbird, 1962). 15. Favourite quote: You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view, until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it. (To Kill a Mockingbird, 1962). 16. Favourite fact discovered in 2023: I have a couple. Gregory Peck and Mary Badham formed a life-long friendship on the set of To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). Harper Lee and Truman Capote's real-life friendship was also depicted in the film. 17. The most overrated film: like half of them? Rebecca (2020) is terrible; Working Girl (1988) is a bit cringe; Nine to Five (1980) is ALL cringe; John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023) is okay but not a masterpiece; I Know Where I'm Going! (1945) has the most annoying protagonist; Highlander (1986) is a bit meh. I'll go with Cruella (2021) because it has no right to even exist. 18. The most disappointing film: Rebecca (2020). 19. The biggest surprise: Gregory Peck and the entire To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). An introspective character study. Truly deep and meeningful, masterfully written, diracted and acted. What do they say? They don't make them like they used to? Indeed they don't. 20. Best cinematography: The absolute best one is Ernest Haller for Mildred Pierce (1945). Cinematography in that film is breathtaking. It's one of the best-looking noirs I've ever seen and that is saying something as I've seen about a hundred of them. Honourable mentions go to Erwin Hillier (I Know Where I'm Going!, 1945); Russell Harlan (To Kill a Mockingbird, 1962). 21. Best set design: George James Hopkins (Mildred Pierce, 1945). 22. Best costume design: Mildred Pierce and Working Girl (1988). 23. Best music: Nine to Five (1980) just because the song is an absolute smash hit! I have had it on repeat for years. 24. Best prooduction choice: cinematography, costumes and casting in Mildred Pierce (1945). Joan Crawford is a knockout! Also, everything about To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). 25. Worst production choice: making Rebecca (2020). Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to remake a Hitchcock classic? Was 1998's Psycho not enough? But also, they made it in the brightest possible colours. It's supposed to be a dark mystery almost horror and it looks like a Taylor Swift music video. Moreover, the costumes are truly baffling. They don't look 1930s at all and paired with rainbow colours all the style of the story or the 1940's adaptation is gone. Just by looking at it, you'd confuse it for a modern melodrama. I can't leave it at one. The whole existance of Cruella (2021) annoys me. Such a pretentious and irritating film! The obnoxious costume design is one of those notoriously bad production choices. 26. Film of the month: To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). There isn't a single doubt in my mind.Mildred Pierce (1945) is a close second, also quite a gem of a film.

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IMPORTANT: 18+ accounts do not interact with the following:

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all warriors of hope x readers (i love them and its fine bc im a k i d (EDIT: WHEN I SAY KID I DONT MEAN RLLY YOUNG I MEAN LIKE TEENAGER DONT ATTACK ME-), but 18+ dont interact with those!)

heeeelllooooo! im Lily (irl), but please call me "Odd" or "Horizon!" I also go by the names of characters i kin/am, they are listed below <3

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i am an artist, writer (and i hope to make my own stories when im older!!), i also create xenogenders + neopronoun ideas!

i go by she/her/hers/herself, gli/glitch/glitches/glitchself, bun/bunny/bunnies/bunnyself (she/her most preferred but i still do go by the others)

i love rottmnt, tmnt 2012, batim, cuphead, danganronpa, ddlc, undertale + deltarune (fun fact, ut/dr is what got me onto the internets!), babtqftim and way more

i kin ibuki mioda, berdly, noelle holiday susie (deltarune), jataro kemuri, (probably) muffet the spider, (probably) alphys, (probably) mettaton, (probably) allison pendle/angel, donatello

in around 2020 was when i made my first account online i think- i know i know, not a long time. anyways, i believe I made that account on quotev.com (i had a roblox account from 2018 or 2019 but I'm not counting that). like i said, undertale was what got me interested in the internet and knowing lore of shows and games etc. it was the first thing I was really drawn to- it didnt get me many friends but i still loved it, i just felt lonely at times because even my crush at the time wasnt that interested in it, and even now I feel like my bestie(s) feel forced to like what i like (i mean, i turned a girl who loves hello kitty into fnaf fan!). same with my past crush, i always talked about what i loved but to be fair, he was the same.. when i figured out deltarune was a thing, i was. in. LOVE. though it kinda had a negative effect on me because i had roleplayed as susie online a bunch and that ruined my personality.. but i guess it also helped me find who i really am, so thats good (it was to the point i was sure i washer and i would get upset if someone dressed as her or roleplayed as her on roblox- and before this i had something similar with chara where i thought i was them and then this person i knew said he was sands and thought that would make me like like him. like bro. you cough in my face 24/7 i aint gonna have a crush on you.)

but anyways, ill stop rambling hehe

i write for...

danganronpa (all characters besides woh unless reader is a kid or its platonic. includes monokuma/cubs + monomi/usami but theyre gijinkas and the cubs aren't rlly young (like they'd be 17 or smth))

rottmnt (only donnie, Leo and mikey (im sorry id write for raph i rlly like him but idk how to write his character well..))

tmnt 2012 (donnie only- might be ooc bc i haven't finished much of the 2012 ver yet)

our life beginnings and always (cove, Jeremy (underrated smh), baxter (i dont rlly like him but ik how much yall do so 💖💖 ill suck it up), Shiloh (obvi older like bruh-)) (havent finished our life so sorry if its kinda ooc or sumthin)

fnaf (all sb, glitchtrap , fazbear frights humans 1-7 + humanoid versions of animatronics (fetch, eleanor, yellow thing (spring bonnie), ballora (nurse (or was it dentist..?) and ballerina vers are the same)), funtime foxy (performer + taxi(?) driver vers are the same))

undertale/Deltarune (susie, ralsei, kris, berdly, noelle, rouxls kaard, spamton, addisons, muffet, au sanses, mettaton)

mha (monoma neito, denki kaminari, yuga aoyama)

tbhk (sousuke mitsuba, hanako/amane yugi, kou minamoto, akane aoi (boy), ryujirou tsuchigomori, tsukasa yugi, natsuhiko hyuuga)

i can do..

fluff

headcanons

oneshots

scenarios

and mmore to be added !!!

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You Sure? (ROTTMNT Leonardo Hamato x Kalani Rotasu {OFC})

Word Count: 1517 Warnings: A dash of light swearing, Fluff, slight Angst

A/N: Finally, I’m getting somewhere with this series. Thank you all for those who have chosen to follow this series. I really do appreciate it and thank you for the support. And a seriously big thank you to @mysticboombox​ for being my beta reader with the snippets I send her. 

Part 4. Reunion

"I still say that she left him at the entrance."

"No way! That is something that is so out of the question, Dee! What do you think, Raph?"

Raph was sitting in the living room with his phone in hand as he heard his two younger brothers come in. Glancing from the device, he saw Donnie, Mikey and his girlfriend, Mara Harrison all conversing amongst each other about Leo. It was a 50/50 chance and who knows what was going to happen to Leo and Kalani.

“Why do you two care so much? Like Leo said, if she’s in, she’s in. If not, then we go on our own.” Raph explained.

“Coming from the one who will smash first then think later.” Donnie quipped while crossing his arms with an unamused brow raised.

“Always with the snark towards your eldest brother, I see?”

With a unanimous gasp, the three brothers turned to see the one person they actually doubted would have listened and agreed to help.

“KALANI!?!?”

Still in her dress and heels, she smirked her iconic wicked smirk and gave them a two finger salute. But before she could say anything or even open her mouth, she was crushed under three plasterons and six pairs of arms around her and plenty of happy churrs and laughter.

“Welcome home!” Raph chuckled.

“I’m so happy to see you, Kal!!!” Mikey squealed and nuzzled his cheek against her own.

“I know I am not one for togetherness, but this is the best exception to embrace someone that is not my brother’s.” Donnie smiles some as he gave her a little squeeze before pulling away to let Kalani free from the group hug.

As the others finally released her, Donnie was the first to notice Leo watching from a distance. Leaning against the threshold of the brick wall, his arms crossed and his blazer tucked over his arm, the red-eared slider had a content but an uneasy look that created a crease between his brows. Or as he called it affectionately "Raph Chasm." Walking over to his brother, Leo flashed a broader smile and puffed out his chest, earning a scoff from Donatello.

"I told you my plan would work." His brother in blue proclaimed in a boastful tone.

But his brother in purple could tell that there was something more behind his words. For now, he was going to let it be and try to help Kalani acclimate back into the family. But with the sound of laughter and exciting chatter filling their ears, it was silenced once again by the sound of their father.

"Kalani?" Splinter called out, just as surprised as his sons to see the Kappa in the lair once again.

With a broader and warmer smile Kalani made her way to the elder rat and kneeled down to his height. The boys watched as Kalalni embraced Splinter which made him return the embrace with a pleased smile. The sight of them hugging one another was something that made Leo swallow the hard lump in his throat and blink away tears.

“Welcome home, lily pad.” Splinter hummed, a nickname he gave her when she was younger.

Kalani’s embrace tightened slightly as she let out a quiet little trill in his ear. “Thank you, pop-pop.”

As they pulled away and smiled at one another, like a father to his daughter, Kalani cleared her throat and straightened up some. She rose to her feet and straightened out her dress before turning to face the boys. What she wasn’t expecting was all four of them smiling and looking at her as though she was a puppy. To them, it was an amazing moment to watch and see their dad be so happy to see her back and pull out her true feelings. But they knew it was short lived because in a fell swoop Kalani placed a hand on her hip and rolled her eyes.

“Alright, fun time is over. And stop looking at me like that, I’m only here as a temp.” She explained before walking past Mikey, Donnie and Raph and then stood next to Leo. “Care to show me where I’ll be staying, Leonardo?”

Leo was shaken back to the present moment as he cleared his throat and nodded before gesturing to her to follow him. The rest of the Hamato clan watched as the two left to head to the train cars that were their respected rooms. It wasn’t long until Mikey let out a small whoop and fist pumped the air, earning a groan from Donnie.

"Pay up, D! I won this bet!!" Mikey held his hand out as Donatello handed him $40 which Mikey marched away proudly.

"To Miss Porky Coin Jr. For my little Papillon's ring~"

The box turtle sang triumphantly.

As Kalani had walked in silence just behind Leo, she could see that it had grown in size compared to when she was there years before. Many of the same items and furniture still resided, but also an accumulation of new items, games, and furniture that still made it homey. As they neared the subway cars, she was taken back at how similar Leo's room stayed. Albeit a larger bed, a few more comics, a sword rack that had a nice collection and what looked like a couple Yokai pin-ups which made the Kappa roll her eyes.

"You haven't changed a bit, Nardo." She scoffed as she began to venture deeper into his train car bedroom.

Rolling his own eyes, Leo loosened his tie and undid the first two buttons of his shirt before kicking off his shoes. "Yeah well, you're still a stiff and prude like Big Mama so."

"At least I have class and style."

Leo spurted and glared at Kalani who was facing him with her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. It wasn’t uncommon for the two to bicker. In fact, Leo was secretly welcoming the old feeling. But not wanting to cause an actual fight, he went through his dresser and pulled out a shirt and tossed it in Kalani's direction. Catching it with ease, she raised a brow and held up the shirt only to blush behind the fabric. It was a faded pink shirt that just read in bold letters "BRAND." It was a shirt she would wear and steal not only because it was pink, but it had Leo written all over it.

"I know you'll be staying overnight. And sure as hell I'm not letting you sleep in your dress." Leo explained while rubbing the back of his neck.

He gestured to the following car door that had a curtain to almost separate it. As he switched on the lights and slid the door open, Kalani followed him in and felt her jaw drop. A serious trip down memory lane. It was her room once she agreed to live with the boys. It hadn't changed much except for a couple little dust bunnies. But it was relatively clean and tidy. Her bed tucked into the far right hand corner and her room having some minimalist drawing and decorations. Her old hat hung on the wall on the hat hook and was much smaller than what she wore now. Her mind wandered into fond memories of cuddling in bed reading Jupiter Jim Comics and Leo listening to her read her own classical novels that she had collected. Snogging and small whispers of admiration and love. Leo could see she was remembering, this was his meditation room. Yes, he started to meditate.

Cool guys can meditate okay? Okay.

And her room was almost his safe haven that he had now only remembered by glancing at the curtain. As he watched her look around her room and graze her fingers across the spines of her books, Kalani caught sight of a strand of pictures that she and Leo took in a photobooth on one of their dates. It was pinned on her corkboard as she examined it closer and smiled softly at each other. With broad smiles and silly faces, the last photo was of Kalani being the first to kiss his cheek and make the boy blush as pretty as his stripes. But the feeling in her heart as it fluttered at the memory made her clear her throat and straighten her back as she stood up.

"Thank you, Leonardo. I think I'll be retiring for the evening." Kalani spoke, her back still facing him as she spoke.

Leo bit his lower lip slightly and nodded. Slowly turning to leave, he let out a quiet sigh and walked out but not before saying.

"I'm here if you ever need me, Kal."

Kalani's breath hitched slightly at his words. Her vision slowly blurred as she felt the tears roll down her cheek. How she thanked her lucky stars that Leo couldn’t see them. The bittersweetness in her mouth and heart was more than she expected. But here she was, in a reunion of her past. With a family who loves her, and her ex who needed her help.

How is she going to make it?

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