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eveandtheturtles · 1 year

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Started with a Kiss - Chapter 6: Rescue Mission

Or as my Beta called it: B-Team best team

Summary: Donnie and Mikey kick some ass!

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A/N: Two in one month!! Yay! Reblogs and comments are so appreciated! Shoot me a message if you'd like! Let's see where this goes next!

There wasn't much time to lose. Donnie immediately started climbing the ladder and was out in mere seconds. Just in time to see her disappear as the van door closed.

"No, you don't," he growled. Quickly he reached to his back pulling out a device - a cross between a crossbow and a gun. It had a bolt that ended with triple suction cups. The same “anchor” he used at the airplane jump in Brazil all these years ago. He aimed it at the van as it began to drive away.

He missed by inches.

"Fuck," he cursed again. He scaled the wall and began his pursuit. "Leo we have a situation!" He shouted into his communicator.

"What happened?" Leo responded immediately.

"I think we were being followed somehow. They have Kara. I am in pursuit." He sent the photo he got of the plates.

"We'll be right there," Leo said and disconnected.

Donnie meanwhile hacked into the city's traffic monitoring systems as he was running. He needed to divert the van. He doubted they would just simply stop at a red light. He needed a bigger motivator. Like a truck… and one was coming right through the van's immediate route.

Just some minimal fiddling with timing and… there!

As predicted the van was still barreling through the road even with red lights ahead. The truck, horn blaring, zipped through the intersection, cutting it off. The van jolted, tires screeching as the kidnappers hit the brakes, but didn’t crash into the truck. Success! It gave him enough time to jump down the buildings and onto the roof.

He saw his brothers pop up on top of the building he just vacated but there wasn’t much time to react. Leo sent Mikey down on his board. Donnie will have so much footage to scrape off of the Internet later…

“Hey there big bro, need a hand?” Mikey quipped as he landed next to him on top of the roof. Before Donnie could answer both of them had to jump away from the bullets being shot at them from below. Just because they were mostly bulletproof didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

“Damn, these dudes are angry!” Mikey shouted as they both hung from the edges of the roof. “What do we do bro?” he asked.

“We need to take control of the vehicle! You take the right, I take the left!” Donnie ordered. On three the two jumped up, rolled, and switched the sides of the van to hang from. More bullets followed.

“Coming through!” Mikey announced, looking through the open window. “Hi! Whoa!” He said and immediately ducked as the passenger shot at him. “Not cool!” Mikey covered his head and, still hanging off the roof, twisted on his arm turning around so the bullets would ricochet over him.

One bounced off and must have hit the shooter judging by the yell of pain. The orange turtle didn't waste time. He quickly reached inside and pulled the gun out of the man’s hand. Then he smacked the guy over the head, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and threw him out the window. “Remember to fasten your seatbelts next time!” Mikey shouted after him.

The orange terrapin then opened the door and sat inside.

At the same time, Donnie had used sleeping gas to douse the driver, remove him from the driver’s seat and take over the wheel.

“Hi, bro!” Mikey said.

Immediately the goons in the back opened fire again. While their backs and plastrons were bulletproof, their heads weren't. And Donnie had to drive. To make things worse - It was cramped inside. He couldn't just duck his head into his shell and drive blind!

"Fuck!" He swiveled between the cars. The traffic responded to him with blaring horns and screeching tires.

“Mikey!” Donnie shouted at his brother.

"On it!"

What happened then could have been a scene from a horror film or maybe a comedy. Mikey pulled his head and arms inside his shell, jumping to the back. Then he body-slammed the nearest shooter. Quickly, he popped his head and limbs out. Using his nunchucks he got the gun out of the hands of the second one. With a quick flick of his hands smacked the guy's head bringing it all down to one baddy left.

"Now for the final showdown," Mikey said with a grin.

The goon had Kara up, holding her in front of him. There was nowhere to run. Just the green freak in front of him.

Suddenly, someone rammed into them from behind, jolting the whole van.

"What the-" Donnie cursed and checked the mirror.

The back door opened. A Jeep with an open roof and a reinforced grill was driving right behind them. The goon holding Kara grinned.

"Hey man, don't-" Mikey started but the man indeed did.

He grabbed Kara and tossed her out of the van right into the open arms of another criminal in the jeep. The goon jumped out after her, landing on the Jeep's hood. Another one from the back seat raised up an Uzi and opened fire

"Aw, nuts," Mikey sighed, seconds before the bullets started flying. He ducked, turning around and kneeling down.

"Mikey!" Donnie yelped with more urgency, his voice cracking.

"I am trying! Where are Leo and Raph when you need them?!"

The Jeep hit the brakes, putting distance between them and the turtles. Then it sped up and began to pass them.

"We can't have them escape!" Donnie shouted. The van wasn't fast enough to keep up with the Jeep. "Mikey, you drive!"

"What?! I don't know how!" Mikey protested.

"First time for everything! Just step on the pedal on the right and keep it steady!" Donnie was already opening the driver's door, ready to climb out.

"If we die, I am totally telling Dad on you," Mikey grumbled, grabbing the wheel.

Donnie managed to climb on top of the car. While Mike, still kept the cars relatively even, the Jeep was slowly gaining on them, soon to take over. Donnie took a quick, deep breath in and jumped, landing on the hood.

Immediately the men opened fire. Donnie had to act fast. He rolled to the side, grabbed onto the cage columns, and punched the first guy right in the face. Luck seemed to be on his side as the Uzi guy’s weapon jammed. Using his staff Donnie electrocuted him. Then he looked at the driver.

"Drive where I tell you and you get to live," he warned the man who slowly nodded.

"Donnieeee!" Mikey shouted over the comms.

The purple terrapin sighed. "Open the passenger door."

He yanked the man out of the seat and tossed him through the open door of the van, immediately taking the seat in the Jeep.

"Tell him to follow me," Donnie said to Mikey.

"Thanks, bro!"

Donnie located the nearest dead-end alley and drove there, sending the location to Leo and Raph.

Donnie parked no problem. Mikey and the driver had a bumpier time as the van hit the back of the Jeep, making Donnie almost lose his glasses.

He turned around to glare at the youngest brother who just awkwardly waved through the windshield.

Both turtles climbed out of the cars. Just in time for their blue and red brothers to join them.

"Great job, you two," Leo greeted them. "Now, let's see who we’re dealing with."

"I hope you left me something." Raph grinned, rolling his shoulders.

"Sorry bro, we had a hot mess on our hands," Mikey patted Raph's bicep. "Next time."

Leo and Donnie grabbed each wing of the backdoor and opened it. Immediately they were greeted by goons who were less than happy after their unplanned naps. The three men, including the driver, were crouching with guns drawn and aimed at the turtles.

"Shit," Leo cursed. "You didn't take their guns away?"

Donnie looked at Mikey.

"What?! I was busy!" The youngest defended himself. "Donnie made me drive!"

"I'll take care of it," Raph replied with a mean smile. "Is it just them?"

"Should be…" Donnie said slowly. He didn't see the Uzi guy

Speak of the Devil. The scientist sighed. He should have upped the charge on his staff.

Uzi walked from behind the van. He had his arm around Kara's neck, gun in the other hand with a muzzle against her temple.

"Drop your weapons or the girl gets it!"

Kara had a dirty cloth tied around her eyes, her hands, and feet bound, and gagged. Donnie didn't have an occasion to look at the men in the van before and now he could see that the two had scratches on their faces that clearly weren't Mikey's work. Was there a bite mark on one hand? He couldn't help but smirk.

"What's so funny, frog?" The guy holding Kara asked.

"Frog? Dude, we're clearly turtles!" Mikey huffed, offended. "We got shells!" He even turned thumping over it with the end of his nunchucks.

"Not the time Mikey," Leo reminded him.

"It hurts, bro," Mikey grumbled.

"Also, 'the girl gets it'?" Ralph joined in. "Somebody watched too many gangster movies."

"Add it to the bingo card," Mikey snickered. Leo rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched upwards a little.

"Shut up! Whatever the fuck you are, drop the weapons!" The human fired a warning shot into the air.

Using the moment the guy had his hand in the air, Raph and Leo moved. The charging turtles were faster than the two crouching goons could process. Leo went after them when Raph went for Uzi. He grabbed the shooter's hand and crushed it. The man yelled in pain, letting go of Kara.

"Donnie, catch!" Raph caught her before she fell to the ground and tossed her to his brother.

Donnie intercepted her and struggled a little holding her steady as the girl, unaware of the situation, started kicking and wiggling.

He set her down quickly and was about to take off her blindfold when she headbutted him right in the face. Donnie groaned, grabbing his nose, his glasses falling to the ground. Without his support Kara fell on her ass and then used her bound feet to swipe at his legs, throwing him further off balance.

Behind them, Raphael was doing an elbow drop on one of the goons who was trying to run away. Mikey kept the other one in a headlock giving the guy noogies. Leo just sighed, holding the main dude by his arm.

"Aren't you going to stop them?" The criminal asked the blue turtle miserably.

"Nah," Leo replied. Better let the meatheads get some workout in now.

Donnie was on his knees now, basically blind without his glasses. He squinted at the brown and green blurry spot, last second noticing another defensive kick. He grabbed her legs and tried to reach her face. He managed to put his palm in the center of it trying to feel his way around.

This resulted first in angry noises which then turned into a sort of recognition. Not many people have giant, three-fingered hands. Donnie, hopeful, grabbed onto her blindfold and pulled it down.

Kara blinked rapidly as the light invaded her eyes. She saw Donnie with a bloody nose, squinting at her without his glasses. Wow, his eyes were so much smaller. How bad was his vision to need such thick glasses? She noticed the glasses lying not far from them with a cracked lens. Did she do that? Welp. She tried to nudge them toward his hand. There, finally, he picked them up.

With his sight restored he was free to untie her.

<Sorry I whacked your face,> she told him as soon as her hands were free.

<I’ve had worse.> He reached into his pocket and pulled out her hearing aids. Unfortunately, during the whole adventure, the tiny devices got smashed to pieces. <Sorry, you might need new ones…>

She sighed, looking at the sad remains of the electronic devices. <Yeah, that’s fine. Also just so we’re clear. I’m still mad about your digging but… thanks for the save…>

He nodded. <Are you hurt anywhere?> He saw some superficial bruising and scratches that were most likely the result of her struggling. He reached to her side and she hissed in pain.

His expression darkened.

<That one is on you buddy,> she quickly informed him.

Donnie blinked confused then remembered their sparring. Oh. <Sorry, why didn’t you say anything?>

She shrugged. <Bruised pride?>

He looked at her unamused then pulled down his goggles and quickly scanned her. <Yeah, you’ve got cracked ribs. Do you experience any trouble breathing?>

<Yeah, it’s worse now,> she replied and coughed and winced.

“Donnie,” Leo approached them, dragging the goon. “You can play doctor later. Get Kara to the lair and we’ll wait for the cops and an ambulance, alright?”

Donnie’s head snapped to his brother, suddenly remembering they were there too. “Sure, uh.” He looked at the unconscious guy on the ground. “Is he dead?”

“Raph likely broke most of his bones, but he’s breathing,” Leo said unbothered.

“Cool.”

Kara tilted her head at them. <What’s up?>

<Okay.>

He scooped her up carefully from the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

Before this long night could end Donnie got Kara an ice pack, stuffed her with painkillers, and gave her strict instructions on how to behave.

<I know what to do,> she retorted. <This isn’t the first time a guy broke my ribs,> she tried to joke but he looked at her seriously with a pained expression.

<Don’t give me the kicked puppy eyes, you fucked up,> she huffed. <I’m still pissed at you but… again, thanks for the save…>

He nodded. <Listen, if uh… you need anything,> he didn’t know where to look or if he should stay close by… <just uh, send me a text?>

<Gotcha.>

After that Kara wasn’t in the mood to talk. She fell asleep, missing the return of Donnie’s brothers.

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt #bayverse turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt fanfiction #bayverse donnie #eve scribbles #bayverse donatello #donnie x kara #karello #donatello x oc

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loonbark · 1 year

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Ok first off. I haven't read the comics that come before this movie. So anything from there that adds or explains stuff in the movie idk about.

This was made to sort my brain out in general, but also kinda give the Barb Wire Birds a look into how I processed the original fight. It's also spaced weird because I have yet to understand Tumblr spacing and junk

I might also be looking at this whole thing wrong so. My only previous knowledge is a handful of videos about those comics.

Anyway.

When Leo gets home Raph is excited but refuses to let the others see that he is or indulge it. His big brother is home but doesn't expect this to be anything but temporary. Leo has been gone for a year meaning he thinks he can lead the team finally.

But he's happy to have his brother back, but reasonably bitter about everything left unresolved.

Leo went on a solo lesson on how to become a /team/ leader might I add?

The lessons he was taught he threw out the window when he fights Raph.

Raph originally doesn't even /want/ to confront Leo when Leo finds him as the Night Watcher.

Raph got hurt and when Leo confronts him about being out, he just argues. Raph is sick of Leo by this point so he leaves. Deciding his family doesn't need or want him.

Everyone but Raph goes home to talk plans but Splinter scolds Leo. Saying the team still needs Raph to be complete. So he goes.

Leo was supposed to find Raph but abandoned that idea when he saw the NW, instead chasing after him instead finding his brother as asked.

Leo chases Night Watcher to the roof.

Raph is stuck on the roof and has no were to run. Leo starts lecturing who he doesn't know is Raph. Saying that "I want you to know that I appreciate your intentions....but you can't change the world like this. The road you're on is a dead end. Believe me. I've tried it,"

Raph likely has heard similar lectures in the past and still upset from earlier, pulls out his weapon.

Leo seems eager to blow off steam and likely sees the Night Watcher as just another person doing more harm than good that needs to be taken care of.

Leo taunts NW. Noting out loud that he has quite the temper.

Something I want to point out is that Leo grew up with Raph, and trained with him. He knows how to push his brother's buttons.

Leo likely took his knowledge about how Raph behaved and applied it to Night Watcher, and it works. Because of its /Raph/.

Raph gets mad and slips up. They've probably done this song and dance before. It's likely one of the reasons why Raph wasn't chosen to go on the leadership mission.

He's been out every night for who knows how long, probably not getting enough sleep too.

Leo sees the opportunity and takes it.

Upper cutting Night Watcher and sending him flying. And when Leo goes to see who it was under the helmet he's surprised it's Raph.

Up until that moment, he thought he understood Raph entirely. His hot-headed, brash, angry little brother.

He looks shocked when Raph stands up. He waits for Raph to say something, to explain but gets kicked away.

Now this is where it really kicks up.

"You are so smug, you know that? You think the world revolves around you, don't you? We couldn't survive without the mighty Leonardo to guide us through our problems. Well, I got a news flash for you: We got along just fine without you."

Raph shouts at him after catching Leo off guard.

Leo just discovered what Raph has been up to and likely been using to cope with Leo having been gone, and the extreme change.

Raph could get away as a solo hero before with just Casey knowing. But Leo wouldn't let that continue if given the chance.

Raph can't go back now. He can't run off or backtrack. The Nightwatcher is gone, leaving Raph alone.

Raph didn't have Leo to count on before, why would he now especially?

"Oh, and this qualifies as "just fine"? Dressing up like it's Halloween every night?" Leo shoots back. He doesn't get why Raph would do any of that. Leo and he have always been part of a team, why go solo now? Even if he did that exact thing.

Leo hasn't been with the others for a year. And in that time he never wrote home once, so when April tells him "We don't know what Raph gets up to. He sleeps all day." he likely expects Raph to have just blocked himself off to his room.

Not fighting crime because Raph missed it and misses Leo.

But Raph has been out fighting crime and doing a mirror of what Leo has been doing that whole year.

The Night Watcher was two different things to them though.

Leo saw it as something that put them all in danger. Some joke Raph was using to get into more fights and cause trouble.

His little brother tried to do what he did but recklessness and anger drove it instead.

Raph was going night after night to protect the city and the family , "Crime doesn't take a vacation" as Raph put it.

It was his way of keeping the family safe and having normality while trying to cope with Leo having left. But also taking his frustrations out on something besides his family.

"Don't push it, Leo. You can't leave and come back....expecting us to fall in line like your little soldiers."

"Hey, I was training. Training to be a better leader, for you. Why do you hate me for that?"

Leo has no real clue what happened in the year they were gone. But what kept him going was that this training would helo him be better for the family. But he doesn't know the things Raph likely learned.

What he does know is that Raph has always argued on him being leader.

he doesn't know that Splinter seemed to be considering Donnie to take over as leader (this is a personal guess. And if it is correct, would likely add more to Raph's frustration)

Leo doesn't know Raph has been drifting away. That he doesn't bother telling the others what he's up to.

"Yeah, I do nothing. You're right. You got me all figured out." is what he says to Donnie when they get in the squabble. He doesn't bother trying with them anymore.

Raph has been running a solo act for my guess is around a year. Taking and accessing things on his own without the others butting in, or having to worry about them.

Raph doesn't hate Leo for trying to be a better leader.

He's mad because Leo wants to learn to lead them with them. Instead, he just followed Splinter's order and left them. Never sending a word home about anything. Only coming home after your friend tells you about how the family is coping.

He doesn't hate Leo. He hates his decisions and how he's too stubborn to listen. Earlier in the movie he even calls him Splinter Jr.

But it's hard to love someone when they just see you as a obstacle instead of a aid.

"Why is it everyone's got such a hard time believing I am a good guy?" I wouldn't doubt what he says is also him upset his family never seems to understand he's being good. Just in a way they don't get.

Moving on.

"And whoever said I wanted to be led? I'm better off calling my own shots now. Get used to it."

"You aren't ready. You're impatient and hot-tempered. And more importantly, I'm better than you."

"Oh, you know something, big brother? I'd have to disagree with you on that one."

Leo breaks. He throws any lessons he learned in his year away because of Raph.

He insults Raph for even considering the idea.

Raph /never/ says he wants to lead. He basicly says he never wants to lead. Raph never implies he wants to be a leader.

But Leo seems to believe he does no matter what he says. He can't seem to get why Raph would even go solo.

Leo assumes Raph wants to lead. Raph says he's better off alone.

He knows he can't lead and doesn't dare be responsible like Leo tries to be. He can't get his brothers hurt if he's a solo act.

Also, why try when your older brother and father would 100% argue and disagree with anything you do?

"Don't do this Raph"

"I'm done taking orders"

These are the last words spoken before the fight ends.

The fight between Leo vs Nightwatcher compared to Leo vs Raph is different.

Leo fights a vigilante he thinks is being careless. Trying to take his family's place, proving to himself being gone for so long was worth it.

For Raph it was an attempt to get Leo to piss off, to knock him down a peg. Only for it to end badly for him.

But the fight between him and Raph wasn't those things.

For Leo, it was many things. To get Raph to back down and to prove he was a leader. To get Raph to stop nagging and being upset at him. But also a attempt go get Raph to stay. How many times have they had this fight before? How many times did Raph say he was going to leave but never did? Except this time it was a promise. But Leo refuses to let Raph be right on this.

For Raph it was everything. It was confronting his older brother. It was defending his pride and honor, and why he did the things he did. It was to get Leo to finally listen and believe him, to not underestimate him. To have a proper excuse to leave.

Leo underestimated Raph's anger and will in that fight.

But Leo makes it a point to not even rile up Raph compared to the NW fight. He doesn't even insult him. Raph was riled up already and more focused. Leo likely thought he'd win.

Raph was so angry. He wanted Leo to go leave, fuck. Maybe just apologize even.

Sais are used to disarming opponents, even breaking them if used right.

Leo and Raph know this. But they always stopped before that could happen.

Raph doesn't stop. He breaks Leo's twin katanas.

He breaks a part of Leo's identity. Raph breaks away from Leo. Leaving him in shock and leaving an opening for Raph.

Raph has Leo pinned to the ground, sais dangerously close to his brother's head.

Both are surprised for a moment.

Leo seems disappointed and upset. Yet in the end not surprised. He almost seems to ask Raph if he's proud of himself.

His brother was always hot-headed and strong. Of course, he nearly kills him.

Raph is horrified and runs, he had almost killed his brother. And Raph when he realized what he nearly did is all the more scary.

Not only is he capable of killing his brother, he almost DID.

It's after that when Leo is captured

Both are right and wrong. Blame can be put on both.

But the most at blame is Splinter.

Raph and Leo have a rocky relationship, and the separation for Leo's training didn't help.

Had Leo not gotten captured Im not sure if Raph would've come back for a long while.

#2007 tmnt #2007 leo #2007 nightwatcher #2007 raph #2007 raph vs leo #God my brainrot is so massive #This probably makes no sense but what ever

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oneshot-wxnderland · 3 years

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Lab Partners With Benefits Pt. 3 | Percy Jackson

Summary: Another week, another lab and Y/n and Percy are feeling a different kind of tension this time.

Category: fluff

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Percy had been kicking himself all week. He had forgotten to ask you for your number before you left his place and now you probably thought he was just some asshole looking for a one-time hookup. And he didn’t want that. And he hoped you didn’t want that either. But he wasn’t really sure what he wanted.

It’d been a hot minute since Percy was in any kind of relationship and he wasn’t sure if he was even the relationship kind. Even if he did want to be, his life just didn’t lend itself to dating mortals. There was always some monster popping up that he’d have to fight, or quest he’d have to go on, or emergency at camp he’d have to run off to, and Percy was a shit liar. It’s what messed up the last time he’d tried to date somebody. He was constantly blowing off dates and rain-checking everything because the gods are needy attention seekers.

He’d seen superhero movies before and related a lot to when they had similar issues. Percy’s not saying he’s Spiderman or anything, but he does live in New York and save it from constant peril – so yeah, he’s Spiderman.

This time, however, he was really considering trying again. Trying with you. And Percy had a plan.

Sliding into his seat when there were only a few other people in the room yet, Percy felt pumped up. He woke up early, showered, had a FaceTime with the boys to discuss the game plan, and got to class ahead of you so that he was ready to give you his number the first chance he got before he lost his nerve. That was part of Jason’s advice: offer his number to you instead of asking for yours. He claimed it would make Percy come off more vulnerable and less pushy. Leo mostly just spouted different cheesy lines that Percy would never use. Frank didn’t say much but Hazel piped in every now and then when she took the phone from him.

“So, you’re lab partners,” Hazel started. “Do you talk outside of your lab?”

“No, that’s why I need her number.”

“But you said you did homework together at your place right? So how’d that go? Did she seem interested?”

Percy paused.

“Yeah, it went... fine.”

Hazel was blissfully unaware of the blush that was creeping up his neck but Jason didn’t miss it. Or the way he suddenly needed to roll up his sleeves and fiddle with them.

“Did you just do the homework?” Jason asked suspiciously.

“We uh... kissed...”

“Niiiiiicee, Percy!” Leo hollered. “That’s my boy!”

Frank retook the phone from Hazel and hastily gave an excuse to go before leaving the call and cutting off Hazel’s confused protests.

“I don’t know what to tell you, man,” Jason shook his head. “This is way beyond my level now. Piper and Annabeth are nearby I’ll go get them-.”

“No!” Percy cut him off. That’s the last thing he wanted. The girl’s won’t know or care what to do so they’d ask Piper’s siblings and then the entirety of camp would know. “It doesn’t really change anything. I’m going to give her my number and then the ball’s in her court and I don’t have to worry about it.”

“But your balls were in her court, weren’t they Percy.”

“Leo I am going to kill you when I get back to camp and that is a threat.”

Leo left the call.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, just don’t do your game-time face because it’ll scare her off,” Jason tried to get the conversation back on track.

“What face? I don’t have a scary face?” Percy added another item to the list of things to not do when he saw her.

“Yes you do. It’s when you’re charging into battle but this isn’t battle is it Percy?”

“You’re lucky,” Percy lamented while he grabbed his backpack. “You just woke up and were already with Piper. All the hard work done for you.”

“You got this man, just be yourself.”

Percy decided to throw that particular bit of garbage advice away.

Now he was sitting in his seat, got there early, and he was even wearing his nice t-shirt, so what could go wrong.

As soon as you walked in the door all of his carefully curated bravado deflated inside of him. You walked towards your shared table and he had to expel childish nerves he hadn’t felt in years. He’s in college now, for Hades’ sake. He was a man.

“Hey,” you greeted as you sat down.

“Hi.” That was stupid. Men don’t say ‘hi’. He should’ve said ‘hey’ back.

“You’re here early,” you commented and Percy just nodded like an idiot.

The plan was to giver you his number as soon as he saw you, but he couldn’t just blurt that out of nowhere.

“How’ve you been?”

There. Establishing a conversation and definitely not stalling.

“I’ve been good.” The small amused smile on your face calmed him down a little. He’s got this.

Class started before he could slip his number in casually but Percy wasn’t deterred. He wasn’t going to let geology get in his way.

While you were reading the data you had to chart on the graph, you noticed Percy’s usual fidgeting get even worse. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you saw him concentrating intensely on the paper and trying to contain his frustration. You recognized the signs since one of your friends has dyslexia, but you knew he wouldn’t ask for help.

“So we have to plot the points on the graph and then draw the elevation lines, right?” You asked casually, looking over to him for confirmation. He nodded his head, but still continued to squint at the numbers which all were very small print and close to each other.

Muttering the numbers as if to yourself but loud enough for him to hear, you got to work.

Percy sat back and smiled a little, knowing what you were doing. He looked over at you, from your furrowed brow to your crossed legs bouncing with your tapping foot. With a contented sigh, he recalled what it felt like to be in between those legs. Having them wrapped around his hips while you moaned his name.

His eyes trailed up your body, memories that were attached to each part flooding through him like a highlight reel of his deepest fantasies. Then he got to your bare arms and the goosebumps on the skin shook him out of it.

“Cold?” he asked, interrupting you trying to help him which he really should have been listening to.

“Yeah, a little.”

“Here.” Percy shrugged off his hoodie and held it out to you before pausing (and slightly panicking.)

Hold up, is this weird? Am I being weird right now? Should giving her my hoodie come before or after we exchange numbers? I guess doing it before could be a good test of whether she would be interested in exchanging numbers. But this is couple stuff. Her wearing my hoodie. That usually comes after numbers. But she’s cold now and I can’t seem like an asshole withholding warmth unless she accepts or declines my number.

Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice his panic as you took the hoodie from him without hesitation and put it on. “Thanks.”

He calmed down as he watched you roll up the sleeves so that your hands were free to work and he felt a different kind of warmth spread through him. He liked the way you looked in his hoodie.

You caught him watching you and it threw you off. This wasn’t the heated gaze that had made you melt before, this was... softer. But the moment was ruined when you glanced down and saw that he hadn’t drawn a single point yet.

“Hey,” you tapped your pencil on his paper. “Focus.”

“Sorry.”

You worked well together for a while. The rhythm of plotting points distracted Percy from his nerves. That is until he felt your hand on his forearm.

“What’s this?” You asked, finger tracing the SPQR of his tattoo and making him shiver.

“Oh, it’s a band.”

“What band?”

“The Super Popular... Cool Rockers.”

“They spell Cool with a Q?”

“That’s what makes it cool.”

“Ah.”

Percy went back to the worksheet, congratulating himself on his quick thinking when he saw you pull out your phone.

“What are you doing?” he asked, totally nonchalant.

“Looking up the Super Popular Qool Rockers.”

Percy snatched your phone.

“Oh, you won’t find them.” He dodged your attempts to grab it. “They’re really underground.”

“You’ll be really underground if you don’t give me my phone back.” Percy hastily returned your phone, as if the threat scared him. You tried to glare at him, but found it too hard to suppress your smile once his broke out. “Thank you. Now will you tell me what it really means?”

“Maybe one day.” People started packing their things and leaving since class had flown by faster than Percy liked. Sensing his window of opportunity closing he decided to Hades with it. “Depends if you go on a date with me.”

You took your time standing up and gathering your things while pretending to mull it over in your head. Which Percy really did not appreciate.

“Maybe one day,” you answered him with a coquettish smile and took a few steps towards the door. “Well, aren’t you coming?”

Percy was too concentrated on restraining a fist pump to puzzle out your meaning.

“We didn’t get much work done today, so we better finish what we started at your place.” You winked at him and strided out the door.

With a mischievous grin, Percy was quick to follow.

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optimist-pine · 3 years

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It's Complicated: Part 4 || Leonardo

Pairing: 2012 Leo x Reader

Word Count: 1,791

Warnings: Mature themes throughout

Leo watched as you held your hand out towards him, gesturing to his own. He reached his hand toward yours and you placed yours lightly on top. Touching his own but just barely, you traced the lines of his palm, and when he looked into your eyes they were focused, but with each movement, you seemed to relax a little more. He let out a shaky sigh and realized that you were having the same effect on him too.

Maybe things will be alright.

Nothing but silence and your fingers moving across his. He focused on them and nothing else. Not what had happened, or what was going to transpire because of it. Just you. You and how you had just begun to hum. And now he closed his eyes, and the heel of your palm rested in his and your fingers only traced lazy circles on his skin. They seemed to ignite something in him. Something bright and burning and not at all like heaviness that had surrounded him when he first sat down. This was a little buzzing pricking feeling that seemed to travel all the way up his arm and into his heart.

Maybe his head knew that everything wasn't alright, but you could've fooled his heart.

---

You worry about Leo. Of course, you've always worried about him. He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, and because of that, he pushes people away. But right here? Even after what's happened he's not pushing you away. He's letting you hold onto him. If he had pushed you away... You don't even want to think about it. Instead, you choose not to take anything he gives you for granted.

There the two of you are when the others come inside, ready for dinner. The noise of the door banging open followed by multiple loud conversations occurring at once startles you and on reflex, you pull your hand away more quickly than you would've liked.

Leo's eyes snap open and he groans, extracting himself from the couch before noticing his cookie still lying on the table, and he quickly grabs both of your cookies, shoving them in your mouths before the others can see.

Mikey comes barreling into the room, vaulting over the couch and landing with a solid oomph. "I crushed them at hide and seek, (y/n), you should have seen it!" He's practically making the entire couch bounce with his energy.

"This numnut managed to hide for a full freakin' hour." Raph ruffles the top of his brother's head as he walks past.

"I just can't believe he managed to stay still that long." Donnie shrugs. "It's practically a miracle."

Casey appears to be stomping more than walking as he enters the room. "I swear I checked that place at least twice!" He grumbles.

"I became one with nature," Mikey replies, taking a Zen sort of pose. "The only reason you finally found me was because I wanted you to find me."

"I'm never playing hide and seek with you ever again." April scoffs as she collapses onto the couch.

You look to Leo with a smile on your face, and this time he finally smiles back. Even if it's only for this single moment, everything feels like it's supposed to.

But, if you think too hard, that little voice will remind you about the secret you're holding onto. And for now, you shove that little voice to the back of your mind.

---

Leo couldn't sleep. It was far from the first time, but tonight all he wanted to do was shut his eyes and not open them until morning. The tapping of a tree branch on the window panes was becoming more irritating than calming, and he had flipped around so many times already that he was tangled up in the sheets.

He sat up abruptly and threw the covers off of himself, his feet causing a dull thud to emanate from the wooden floors as he moved swiftly to the door. What he wasn't expecting, was for the door to bump into something as he swung it open, or the hand that followed, pulling him to the ground. Whatever? Whoever he landed on let out a pained grunt when they hit the floor, and Leo echoed the sentiment.

"Ouch, ouch ouch." He could hear you hiss through clenched teeth. "Oooooooouuuuuch." You whisper-yelled, pounding your fist quietly on the floor of the hallway a few times before biting down on your knuckle. Hard.

He scrambled off of you as quickly and as gently as he could, but he was clumsy too and managed to end up flat on his back beside you.

"Are you alright?" He asked. In the shadows, he could see you start to shake. No, no, no, why did he keep hurting you?

A strange noise bubbled out of your throat then, and wait. Was that laughter? It was a familiar sound, and oh how he loved it. He could feel a chuckle slip out of himself.

"I'm fine, Leo. Really." You giggled again, trying to speak through the laughter. "But oww... My head." You groaned.

Leo sat up. "Are you okay?"

"I'll survive." You said dryly, giving him a playful glare.

"Well, that's a relief." He replied. "Couldn't sleep?"

"No... You?" You asked, continuing to lay on the floor and grimace, hand rubbing your forehead where he assumed the door had hit.

"Not so much." He sighed. He wondered if what was keeping him awake was keeping you from sleep as well.

"Well, I was headed out to the swing if you'd care to join." You offered, finally sitting yourself up.

He stood, holding out his hand. "That sounds nice." He said, trying to restrain the smile on his face.

The heat of your hand wrapped in his sent a shiver down his spine. "Thank you." You whispered, eyes locked on his. The silence of the hallway in the dead of night made his heart pick up pace until he couldn't take the intensity of your gaze any longer and had to break away.

"After you." He managed to say.

---

It had been three weeks since your "trip" in the woods, and your ankle was almost as good as new. Donnie still had you wrapping it, and not doing anything strenuous for the next week, but after that - fingers crossed - you would be able to go about your normal routine training with the others. It was quite nice once again being able to get around without assistance.

The two of you sat on the swing, Leo keeping a slow momentum going with his foot. You had brought a blanket with you, and it was draped across your laps to keep the chilly evening air at bay. You leaned your head back against the smooth wood of the swing, watching the stars blink in and out between dark tree branches.

"I have something I want to tell you." You said, steeling your nerves. If you don't do this now, you're just going to keep putting it off. "And if it ends up being super weird... then we'll just forget I ever mentioned it... Alright?" Or maybe I'll just die of embarrassment instead. You tilted your head to the side, long enough for his eyes to meet yours.

"Alright." He said.

"I like you. I mean, as more than just a friend." The swing's motion halted abruptly, the sound of Leo's heel catching in the dirt not really giving you the confidence boost you were hoping for. "Or-or a good friend... I have for a long time honestly. And I know that things aren't exactly the same as they were, but my feelings for you, they haven't changed. I just... didn't think it was right not to tell you. With everything, I mean..." You said.

"Me? But I'm not..." He started.

Not interested, probably. You turned to face him. "Not what?" You asked.

"I'm not even human, (Y/n)." He said, his hands lying limply in his lap. His eyes were cast down, watching his toe scuff around in the grass below.

Gently you reached out to place your hand on his. "Wow, I hadn't noticed." You laughed softly.

"You know what I mean." He said. "Wouldn't you rather be with someone like Casey?"

"Casey?" You scoffed. "Casey Jones? The Casey that we just spent an hour getting his hand unstuck from a metal pipe. That Casey Jones?"

Leo sighed. "Okay, okay, no, not Casey, but you get what I'm saying. Wouldn't you rather be with someone who's at least human?"

Why was Leo trying so hard to discount himself? Unless... Unless he didn't want to be with you... "I could really care less about all of that, Leo. Truly. There's no one else like you." Someone who would try to let me down so gently.

You had sprung this on him so shortly after everything that had happened... And of course, now he probably wouldn't ever see you that way. You couldn't blame him.

"(Y/n), I -" He started, placing his other hand on top of yours.

You quickly pulled your hand back, cutting him off. "I know there's a lot on your plate right now, and you probably don't feel the same way-"

"(Y/n)-" He tried again.

But now you were rambling. "- so we can just forget about it a-"

"Would you just let me answ-" He tried one last time.

You weren't letting him get a word in now, hoping you could just end the conversation and be done with it. At this point maybe you should just leave entirely and get out of everyone's way. Go and live in solitude forever. Relationships were proving to be very messy all of a sudden. At last this particular one. And if you left, Leo could focus on leading the others and going home again. Maybe they'd be better off without you. "-etend this never-"

And then he kissed you. This time it wasn't because of the alcohol. This time he knew what he was doing. And you knew what you were doing. You were kissing him back.

His hand moved to hold your head as you pulled apart. "I like you too." He said before he leaned in and kissed you again, slower this time, your head tilting into his palm. You're not exactly sure where your hands went, but you knew they were on him like his lips were on yours. In that moment, a new kind of love sparked in your soul. The kind that, if allowed to grow, is not so easily extinguished.

You stayed out on that swing and kissed... well... you lost track of how many times exactly, but it was quite a few.

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heyitssmiller · 3 years

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Bewitched, Body and Soul

So... this happened. Blame the Discord. Basically, the premise is receiving a note from a stranger about having similar tastes in books, and my first thought was Finn/Leo. And now, around 24 hours later, this showed up in my word document. Hope y’all like it!! And don’t worry, I’ve already got a sequel planned with Logan ;)

All characters, of course, belong to the wonderful @lumosinlove

And, if you’re so inclined, check out my Masterlist if you enjoy this story! <3

CW: food/drink

Leo loved this bookstore. There was a west-facing windowfront that allowed all sorts of afternoon light to shine through, creating a large, warm sunspot right in Leo’s favorite armchair. The shelves were always neatly organized by category, there was a featured book of the week, and there was a coffee shop sequestered to one corner of the building. What else did he need in life? He’d spent countless hours here, sitting with a new book and a cup of coffee or tea and getting lost in whatever world he’d been transported to within the crisp pages and black ink. Being new to the city, there were probably better ways to make friends, but there was something so soothing, so comfortingly familiar about shutting off the worry in his mind and just focusing on the story unfolding in his hands.

But when his stomach growled loudly in protest, he figured he needed to put reading on hold.

There was a wrinkled, jagged-edged scrap of paper sitting on top of Leo’s book when he returned to his table, café pastry in hand. It hadn’t been there a second ago. Curiously, Leo set his food down and inspected the foreign paper. Messy, inelegant scrawl slanted across the page in deep blue ink. The lines were uneven and chaotic; the i’s weren’t even dotted, almost as if it took too much effort to go back and add them in. Leo found it strangely endearing. It read:

Hi!

I don’t think we’ve met, but based on your choice of literature I think we would make great friends. :)

- Carrot Top

Leo smiled, read it again, and looked around for the person who sent it but no one acknowledged him, seemingly lost in stories of their own. So he sat there, a smile still on his face as he got back to his book, using the note as a bookmark.

~~~

Finn couldn’t help himself when, a few days later, he left another note after seeing the guy with good taste in books again at the bookstore. He was at what must have been his usual table, seemingly right where Finn had left him. The only difference besides the clothes he was wearing was the book he was reading. Finn let himself linger on his profile, just for a second – the gentle slope of his nose, the way his curls rested against his forehead, how bright blue eyes scanned the pages below him.

Finn wasn’t one for love at first sight; that was for romance novels only. But instant attraction? Oh yeah. He was definitely there.

He picked up a small flyer from the front desk, flipped it over, and began to write.

And maybe it wasn’t a good way of, as the kids said these days, “shooting his shot”. But it was a start. And it was fun – the thrill of trying not to get caught, the anonymity. Sure, one day he’d maybe get up the courage to talk to him in person, but he was happy with this for now.

Hmm… haven’t read that one. Might have to get myself a copy!

- The Walking Freckle

After dropping the note off while the blond walked off to take a phone call, Finn tried to act casual as he stared sightlessly down at his own book instead of over at the cute stranger like he desperately wanted to.

Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious…

If he was being completely honest, he didn’t really know where to go from here. Did the blond think the notes were creepy? Or weird? He never seemed to mind much, but… well, a stranger was repeatedly leaving notes for him. What if it was making him uncomfortable? Would it make things better or worse if Finn introduced himself?

A snort came out, unbidden. Yeah. Right. That would go well. Finn could practically see it now: he would be clumsy and awkward, probably spilling coffee all over the guy’s book or – even worse – all over him. He’d scare him off for sure.

But at the same time, Finn wanted nothing more than to meet him. To sit down across the table from him and debate the points of the book he was reading, or give book recommendations, or just talk. About literally anything. Finn wasn’t a picky guy. He could sit there and let him speak for hours, absorbing any and all knowledge about him like a sponge. Did the corners of those bright, blue eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiled? Did his cheeks get all flushed when he was passionate about something, just like Finn’s? What was the story behind the soft-looking tuft of gray hair at his temple?

Who was he?

Finn was overflowing with questions, and desperate for the answers.

But he needed to go about this the right way, didn’t he? The last thing he wanted to do was screw this up. So he closed his book, propped his chin in his hand so that he could stare out the window, and started to plan.

~~~

The next note threw Leo for a bit of a loop. He’d saved his table with his coat thrown over one of the chairs and went up to the New Books section, surreptitiously keeping an eye on his table and hoping that he’d catch his note-sender red-handed.

Leo could’ve sworn that he’d looked away for half a second, but – well, he got distracted by a book, so it easily could’ve been five minutes for all he knew. This note was written on one of the café napkins, the ink bleeding through in some spots and a few small tears in the delicate material.

Nice choice! That book absolutely shattered my heart and then pieced it back together. The way she writes love lost just hurts so beautifully, doesn’t it?

I like your sweater by the way.

Fuck I hope that’s not creepy.

I’m not a stalker, I promise. I just think you’re really cute. And you have amazing taste in books. I’d like to learn more, if you’d let me. :)

But first, you have to figure out who I am! Good luck!

- Your Not-So-Secret Admirer in the Tortoiseshell Glasses

He smiled, wide and happy, and looked around for tortoiseshell glasses, red hair, and freckles. Those were the only three clues he had so far. So he quickly scanned the crowded café, looking for anyone who fit the description. The only one even close was a freckled, redheaded guy at the corner table, but no glasses.

That was a shame, too. He was stunning.

The mystery bibliophile must already be gone, then. Or hiding.

Looked like Leo had his work cut out for him. He did always like a challenge.

~~~

It probably wasn’t Finn’s best idea to take his glasses off. He couldn’t see a damn thing and was left squinting down at his book, trying to determine if what he was seeing was an F or a P.

That smile, though… he could’ve seen that dimpled smile from all the way across the street.

He never thought he’d be pining for a stranger like this, but then again – he wasn’t a complete stranger, was he? After all, you could learn a lot about a person by their book preferences. Finn wasn’t normally known for being a good judge of character – he was too optimistic, too unwilling to see the bad in people. But damn, did he hope he was right about this one.

~~~

Finn had probably been too bold with the note he’d just dropped off, but when he’d seen what book that his new maybe-friend was reading, he knew he couldn’t just pass up an opportunity like that.

He didn’t wait to see the reaction this time – he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He just left the short note on top of the book while the blond was at the café counter and booked it (pun definitely intended) out of there as fast as he could.

You have bewitched me, body and soul. <3

- Bambi

~~~

He should’ve waited. Leo’s reaction, all bashful smile and bright red face and pleased expression, would’ve been worth it.

~~~

Leo went back to the bookstore pretty much every day after that, intent on finding this person. Not only was this a fun little game they were playing, but it would be nice to finally have a friend in the city. He still didn’t know anyone besides his coworkers and… well, he was a little lonely. A friend would be nice, especially one who had a shared interest in books.

The only thing left to do was to find them.

Red hair, freckles, glasses, and big doe eyes.

Leo looked for the only four defining traits he had, methodically starting in the front of the store and weaving through isle after isle of bookshelves. When that proved unsuccessful he moved on to the café, gaze landing on the queue first before lurching to a stop at the glimpse of a shock of auburn hair in the far corner booth. Heart hammering in his chest, Leo used his height to his full advantage and peered over the line of people.

Freckles, Glasses, Big, doe eyes.

If he needed any more confirmation, the stranger – the very cute stranger – was reading the same book Leo had been reading a week ago. The one his anonymous friend said they hadn’t read yet.

It had to be him.

Leo didn’t let himself think about it too much – he knew he’d panic if he did. He just strode over and sat down across from him, setting his book down on the table with a quiet thud. The note-writer jumped a little, then lifted wide brown eyes to look up at him.

Oh, but he was gorgeous.

“So what part are you at?” Leo asked, eyes taking in everything they could now that he was close enough – that messy red hair that just barely curled at the ends, the hint of scruff on his jaw, brown eyes shifting from shade to shade in the afternoon light filtering through the window beside him. Soft, mesmerizing lips curved into the beginnings of a smile that Leo couldn’t help but be transfixed by. “Have you gotten to the part where Patroclus dies?”

Finn stared back, trying to look horrified but he knew he was smiling so much that they counteracted each other because, finally, he’d figured it out. “I can’t believe you’d break rule number one of having a reading buddy: don’t spoil the ending.”

Dimples.

“Oops.”

Finn was done for.

“I’m Finn,” he managed to stammer, aiming for his best smile and probably looking like he’d just tasted something awful instead.

“Leo,” his companion said with a warm smile. Then he frowned. “Wait, no. Go back. You can’t spoil the ending of a story that’s literally thousands of years old.” The blond leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee and watching in amusement as Finn gaped at him in horror. He could feel his cheeks and ears getting red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“That’s so not the point!”

Leo laughed, then motioned for Finn to state his case. And then Finn was off, forgetting all about his nervousness and tendency to be awkward. He ranted about that topic for… well, he didn’t really know how long, but it was a while. Leo didn’t even bat an eye, keeping pace well and interjecting with his own points calmly and collectedly – the gentle breeze to Finn’s tornado. He was smiling, too, even though sometimes he tried to hide it behind the rim of his coffee cup. And he was smart, Finn learned as they jumped from one topic to the next and the minutes ticked by. He knew a lot about literature, like Finn, but he could also make these random connections to all kinds of different topics that Finn would’ve never thought of, all while keeping up with Finn’s fast-paced brain and tendency to jump down rabbit holes.

It was an instant connection, the likes of which Finn had never experienced before. It was intoxicating. Finn felt like he could never get enough.

During a lull in between one conversation and the next, Leo pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over, looking suddenly and inexplicably shy. Finn cocked his head confusedly, then unfolded the paper and looked down.

Would you like to go on a date sometime?

PS: I’m free tonight if you are. :)

- The Guy Who’s Been Crushing on You for Weeks

Finn’s heart threatened to burst. “Absolutely.” He hesitated, just for a second, then decided to go for it. “Are you free now? I know a pretty great café nearby.” With a wiggle of his eyebrows, he jerked his thumb at the bookstore café and earned a laugh. He wondered what he could do to earn another.

“Sounds perfect.”

They walked over to the counter together, the backs of their hands just barely brushing – it was still enough to make Finn hyperaware of every miniscule movement and get his pulse hammering. Leo was teasing Finn for his terrible eyesight in a soft, southern drawl – something Finn definitely wasn’t expecting but sure as hell wasn’t complaining about, his fingers deliberately playing with Finn’s now, and Finn knew it was going to be a good night. It was already a good night; how could it possibly get any better?

“What can I get for you?”

Leo and Finn looked up at the barista and their eyes widened in tandem as they took in thick chestnut waves, long, dark lashes, and bottle-green eyes. He wasn’t smiling, not necessarily. His expression was fairly neutral, all things considered – except for those eyes. If you stared at then long enough, you could see just the faintest whisper of amusement.

They both looked down slightly, searching for a nametag. There, in bold black letters, read:

Logan.

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miawin6 · 3 years

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PERCY JACKSON CHARACTERS AS LOVER LYRICS

Percy Jackson

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

I never grew up, it's getting so old

Help me hold onto you

I've been the archer, I've been the prey

It's you and me, that's my whole world

We're so sad, we paint the town blue

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night

Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright

And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town

I'm New York City, I still do it for you, babe

I know that I'm a handful, baby, uh

I know I never think before I jump

I never leave well enough alone

And trouble's gonna follow where I go

Annabeth Chase

How many days did I spend

Thinkin' 'bout how you did me wrong, wrong, wrong?

Lived in the shade you were throwin'

'Til all of my sunshine was gone, gone, gone

And I couldn't get away from ya

In my feelings more than Drake, so yeah

Your name on my lips, tongue tied

Free rent, livin' in my mind

And I would've stuck around for ya

Would've fought the whole town, so yeah

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

And I'll never let you go cause I know this is a fight

That someday we're gonna win

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands

And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

Twenty questions, we tell the truth

You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too

Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand

Call my bluff, call you "babe"

Have my back, yeah, everyday

Piper Mclean

Killing me slow, out the window

I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below

It's a cruel summer with you

Said I'm fine, but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh

We can follow the sparks, I'll drive

I'm with you even if it makes me blue

Jason Grace

And it's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

Paper cut stings from our paper thin plans

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives

It's all me in my head

I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant, sorry that I hurt you

I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you

I need to say, hey it's all me, just don't go

Meet me in the afterglow

Tell me that it's not my fault, tell me that I'm all you want

Even when I break your heart

Hazel Levesque

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

I want you, bless my soul

And I ain't gotta tell him, I think he knows

And I don't want you to go, I don't really wanna fight

If the story's over

Why am I still writing pages?

Frank Zhang

Combat, I'm ready for combat

I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

That's right, darling, you're the one I want

This ultraviolet morning light below

Tells me this love is worth the fight

Tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine

Even when I lose my mind

Leo Valdez

They see right through me

I see right through me

Voted most likely to run away with you

I counted days, I counted miles

To see you there, to see you there

And now the storm is coming

I ask the traffic lights if it'll be all right

They say "I don't know"

We were stupid to jump in the ocean separating us

Remember how I'd fly to you?

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith, blind faith

But we might just get away with it

I'm the only one of me, baby that's the fun of me

I know you never get just what you see

But I will never bore you, baby

(And there's a lot of lame guys out there)

And you can't spell "awesome" without "me"

Nico di Angelo

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

And, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my lover

Easy they come, easy they go

I jump from the train, I ride off alone

Dark side, I search for your dark side

But what if I'm alright, right, right, right here?

And I cut off my nose just to spite my face

Then I hate my reflection for years and years

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost

The room is on fire, invisible smoke

And all of my heroes die all alone

All the king's horses, all the king's men

Couldn't put me together again

Who could stay?

You could stay, you could stay

Gave you too much but it wasn't enough

But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts

And I hate to make this all about me

But who am I supposed to talk to?

What am I supposed to do if there's no you?

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town

Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now

It's brighter now, now

And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me

I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)

I once believed love would be (Burning red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

You gotta step into the daylight and let it go

Just let it go, let it go

Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

So cut the headlights, summer's a knife

I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone

Every conquest I had made would make me more of a boss to you

I'd be a fearless leader, I'd be an alpha type

And I'm so sick of them coming at me again

'Cause if I was a man, then I'd be the man

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

Chandelier's still flickering here

'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not

And what once was ours is no one's now

I see you everywhere, the only thing we share is this small town

And I ain't trying mess with your self-expression

But I've learned the lesson that stressin'

And obsessin' 'bout somebody else is no fun

And snakes and stones never broke my bones so

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awanderingdeal · 3 years

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Hey hey lucy! So psyched to read all your work, especially that finn/heather one, but if you wanted maybe a WAY fluffier prompt- what about a thing where FinnLo goes to a bakery/restaurant that they really liked back in Harvard because of one specific dish, and then Leo recreates it for them as a surprise? I LOVE your cubs work and just happy fluff! -aj

Hi aj! Thank you for this fantastic prompt! I love it. I hope you enjoy <3

Rating: G

Content warnings: Food

Message me if you think I missed any content warnings.

Credit for Logan, Finn and Leo goes to @lumosinlove. If you haven't already you should definitely check out her work.

"It's left at the fountain," Logan called just before Finn reached the intersection, his body already poised to turn in the opposite direction. Leo chuckled as Finn stopped dead in his tracks to look back at them, his brow furrowed in the most dramatic fashion.

"It's right at the fountain."

"It's left. You always got it wrong and you'd always be late."

Finn huffed, turning his gaze to Leo as he and Logan closed the small distance Finn had on them. "I promise it's left. I'll eat Logan's cap if I'm wrong."

"How does that even make -"

Leo slipped his cell from his pocket, pulling up his maps and tuning out Finn and Logan's argument. He began to type in their destination, the app auto filling it for him, Hogsmeade Bakery and Café. "It's left," he declared, feeling kind of powerful.

"Yes!" Finn gave a celebratory fist pump. He and Logan exchanged a few playful insults before their argument tapered off, Finn glancing around and darting forward to quickly press a kiss to Logan's cheek.

Leo watched them, the air in chest seeming to feel heavier than normal. He wished they could the two of them could have had this sooner. Finn and Logan should have had years of happiness in this place.

"Come on," Finn's voice broke through his melancholy. "Let's show Nutty where to get the best French toast on the East coast."

Or maybe those years of friendship were just as important? Leo let himself be nudged in the right direction, happily listening to Finn retell the story of the time they had accidently discovered the bakery, and thus, the aforementioned French toast for perhaps the thousandth time in the last month.

In Finn's defence, the French toast was spectacular. Leo was taking tiny bites of the meal to make it last longer, Logan having already cleared his plate.

"Do you see that table over there?" Finn asked, waving his fork precariously in the direction one of the tables in the window. He didn't wait for Leo to acknowledge the question before continuing, but Leo was used to that by now. "Me and Lo would come here and we'd always sit at that table and I'd pretend we were on a date."

Logan almost choked on the sip of water he'd just taken. "You said you liked the view."

"I did," Finn winked.

***

"Are you going to tell us what is going on?" Logan shouted through from the living room. Leo narrowed his eyes, listening for the tell tale sign of chairs scraping across the hardwood floor that would indicate that either Finn or Logan had ignored his instruction to stay seated.

"Give me five minutes," Leo replied, hurrying through his last few steps. He had no hope that his boyfriend's curiosity would allow them to sit still for that length of time.

He smiled triumphantly as he scattered the final element over the top of the dish, the fresh mint providing the perfect elevating touch. He picked up the two plates, smiled to himself again and carried them through to the lounge.

The furniture that usually occupied the room had been pushed to the edges, the only thing left in the centre was the small table Finn and Logan were sat at. The checked tablecloth draped over it was the exact same one they used at Hogsmeade; Leo had phoned them to ask for their supplier, but neither of them seemed to noticed.

"Now you can have a real date," Leo explained, setting a plate each in front of Logan and Finn. "I can't do much about the view, sorry."

They both stared at him for what felt like an eternity and Leo began to worry he'd done something very wrong until Logan pushed back out of his chair and practically threw himself in Leo's direction. "Nous ne te méritons pas," he mumbled into Leo's chest, wrapping his arms around him.

"You deserve everything," Leo countered, lifting Logan's chin and pressing his lips against his forehead. "Sit, eat. Before my hard work gets cold."

Finn's eyes were wet when Leo looked back at him. He blinked away another tear and held out his hand. "Sit with us? Please?" Leo hesitated. This wasn't the plan. "Back at Harvard, this would have been perfect. I dreamed of doing this," Finn gestured between himself and Logan. "But we're not at Harvard. We're here. With you, and my fantasy is different now."

Leo swallowed around the lump in his throat, taking Finn's still offered hand and allowing himself to be pulled into Finn's lap. "You're going to have to cut it now," Finn laughed wetly, his attempts to reach the plate futile with Leo there. Shaking his head fondly, Leo prepared a forkful making sure to get a bit of everything: the homemade bread, the ricotta mousse, the raspberry jam, the fresh strawberries, the toasted almonds, and of course, the mint. It looked a bit ridiculous piled on there, but Finn made light work of it.

Leo looked expectantly at Finn, waiting for him to finish chewing. "Good?"

"Better than the original."

#Leo knut #Finn O'Hara #Logan tremblay #Rating: G #cw: food

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lumosinlove · 4 years

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Sweater Weather

part xxi

[see tags for tw]

Regulus liked the cubs. Finn was a little out there maybe, but Logan, off of the ice at least, was steady and put together.

Leo had snorted when he’d told him what he thought. “Interesting take.”

They didn’t seem to mind having him around, although there wasn’t much time lately when Regulus didn’t feel like an intruder on something. Living in his brother’s house when he probably wanted to be alone with Remus. Leo inviting him over to nights that would probably feel and go differently if he wasn’t there.

But he didn’t feel unwelcome. Just out of place. Which was surprising, given the fact that he was a Snake. Had been. He still felt like he was one, anyway. A Snake. An intruder. Out of place.

And now the Lupins were here to stay and Regulus was self-aware enough to realize that he was seeing for the first time what was probably the most loving family in the entire world.

“Julian, sweetheart, you have to let Sirius rest. He’s got some big days coming up, as you well know.”

Julian looked up at his mother.

Regulus wasn’t sure if Julian liked him all that much yet. Although, he didn’t really blame the kid. When you were little, the rivalries seemed like a full-blown military crises. That was how the Lions had seemed to him, at least. A real beast, with sharp teeth. He imagined that, for Julian, he had venom and a tail that rattled.

“But—” Julian looked up at Sirius, who was playing goalie in one of the make-shift nets that he had set up in the living room.

“It’s okay, Hope,” Sirius said. “We’ll go another half hour.”

“You’ll go until dinner, which is in ten minutes,” Hope said.

“Well, it that case, bud, we should go help set the table, non?” Sirius stood straight from his goalie-crouch. “We can play more later.”

“Really?” Julian said, clutching his hockey stick.

“Mais, oui. Allez, let’s go help your dad and Re.”

It left Regulus alone with Hope in Sirius’ large living room. Hope was a mother. Regulus didn’t know how to put her smile and that role together yet. He watched her put her hands on her hips and look around. Even Regulus had to admit that the living room was mostly empty and bland. Sirius clearly didn’t know what to do with a house besides sleep and eat there.

“Well,” Hope said, and then smiled at Regulus. “Needs some brightening, huh?”

“Probably.”

Hope nodded. “Probably. Come on, let’s eat.”

Regulus followed her through to the dining room where Lyall was setting plates of salmon and rice down, along with a large salad. As Sirius sat down, Julian all but climbed over Remus to get the chair beside him. Remus’ eyes found Regulus’, maybe by accident, but he smiled, and Regulus did, too, a little. Regulus gestured to his own chair, on Sirius’ other side, and moved across the table instead. He sort of wanted to sit beside Hope, anyway. He wasn’t sure why.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” Hope said, passing him a glass of water and a bread roll.

“Thank you.”

Family dinners had not been like this. He found Sirius’ eyes, and the thought seemed to pass between them.

Really, the place was crawling with families. Not Sirius’ house, but Gryffindor. Hogwarts Arena. Regulus had watched Logan be practically tackled by someone who could only have been Leo’s mother, with her bright blond hair. Leo’s father, also blond, had walked right up to Pascal, shaking his hand. He had a sharpie in his back pocket and a wide smile. Finn also looked just like his mother. Haley O’Hara and her dark red hair, cropped in a pixie cut, shared her sons’ easy smiles, but her startling blue eyes were her own. Ramsey O’Hara was dark haired and brown eyed, and always video taping. Alex had been wearing a Heart-throb-O’Hara t-shirt. Marius and Iva Tremblay were quieter, but Iva looked just like her son, and kept pulling Logan into her arms, her eyes almost relieved when they looked at her son’s smile. The Tremblay sisters were anything but quiet.

Regulus, while surrounded, had tended to keep close to one wall. The quiet kindness of the Lupins was welcomed.

Regulus also kept to himself during dinner, listening to the conversation and taking seconds—and thirds—of the food.

“Hungry teenage hockey player,” Lyall laughed, raising his wine glass towards Regulus. “That’s something I remember, eh, Remus?”

Remus smiled and glanced at Sirius. “I don’t think the hungry part stops after teenage years, dad.”

Sirius glanced up, mouth full. “No, it doesn’t.”

Regulus smiled, watching as Julian seemed to be trying to time his own bites with Sirius’. He remembered being that obsessed only, back then, it was just a little brother thing, not a Captain Sirius Black thing.

“So,” Hope said, leaning on her elbows and lacing her fingers. “For the dinner tomorrow. Re, why don’t you and Sirius go get the food?”

“Please let me go with,” Julian said. “Please, please, mom.”

“You’re on house duty with me. Plus, Remus and Sirius will be going right from morning skate, so—”

“He can come to morning skate with us,” Sirius said.

Remus nodded. “Yeah, mom, it’s no problem.”

“You’ll both be working, who would—”

“I don’t need to be watched, mom,” Julian begged. “Please let me go.”

“Julian, it’s not a babysitter, it’s just that—”

“I can…” Regulus glanced around. “Not watch him, but…we can hang out.”

The table went a little quiet. Regulus felt a little dizzy, like someone was going to swing at him. He knew that wasn’t true.

“I’ll probably go to the rink and watch, anyways,” Regulus continued into the quiet, looking at Julian, then Hope. “I’m going out with Leo after, so.”

“Leo Knut?” Hope said and then smiled. “Oh, I’m so glad you two are friends.”

Everyone kept saying that.

“Well, Jules?” Hope said. “Alright?”

“Okay,” Julian said hesitantly, eyes on Regulus. Regulus flashed him a tight smile and then looked back down to his plate.

He volunteered for clean up duty, just so he didn’t have to make conversation. It wasn’t awkward, but he wasn’t used to these laughter filled living rooms. He wasn’t used to Sirius’ laugh. It threw him off guard.

“Regulus?”

Regulus looked up from the sink to see Remus behind him in the kitchen window’s reflection. He was all shades of night, until Regulus turned around and he was warm again. Remus looked almost nervous, leaning back against the refrigerator.

“What’s up?” Regulus said.

“I just,” Remus glanced down the hallway, then shrugged. “I know Julian’s…not exactly warmed up to you. Thank you for offering anyway.”

Regulus turned back around to the soapy water. “Don’t worry about that. I get it. I’d probably be the same.”

“It’s just that, it isn’t you. It’s—”

“Remus, I know what it’s like to be brought up in a hockey household. There’s a whole lot of loyalty. And sometimes loyalty doesn’t change easily,” Regulus glanced back once more. “Don’t worry. I understand. I’m a Snake right now. He’s a Lion. I’m someone who betrayed their brother, and he’s someone who loves his brother more than anything.”

He could feel Remus’ eyes on his back.

“I understand,” he said again, and turned the water back on.

“Well, thank you again. I think you guys will like each other a lot.”

Regulus nodded. “I hope so.”

It was the Lions’ last practice before they would get on a plane for game one against the Snakes. Regulus knew he would be taking a risk, traveling with the team there. But he wanted to show that he wasn’t afraid. Part of him even hoped that he ran into Snape, or Riddle, or Malfoy, or any of them. Just to show that he was better off. The other part of him didn’t want to care what they thought.

Regulus could picture the stadium and the entire, green crowd that hissed and cheered. With the drums of the music, a single spot-light would appeared on the ice, and with each successive beat, one of three very familiar words. The Snakes’ motto.

ALWAYS

PURE

HOCKEY

Toujours pur, Regulus could remember his father saying to them growing up, accompanied by the slap of pucks against the boards, and endless drills. Toujours pur, toujours pur—

Someone tapped his arm, and Regulus looked up to meet Leo’s gaze. He was lacing his skates.

“Ça va?” he said, which made Logan look up.

“Oui,” Logan said, then noticed Leo looking at Regulus, not him. “Oh. Ça va?”

“I hope you beat them,” Regulus said. “That’s all.”

“Well, yeah,” Logan laughed, wrapping tape around his socks tightly. “Me too.”

“Regulus,” Julian came up to them. He was in a Tremblay jersey today and Logan wrestled him into a gentle headlock, making him laugh before looking back up at Regulus. “Sirius is going out to warm up can we please go watch?”

Leo smiled. “Take him out.”

Regulus couldn’t help but smile a little, too. “All right. Allez.”

Sirius was doing shooting drills, rubbing absentmindedly at his healed ribs. It was nice to be around the sounds of the ice again. Sirius’ basement didn’t count.

Remus was on the bench, sitting on the boards with his feet dangling near the ice. Every once in a while, Sirius would swoop by for a kiss, or to say something that made Remus laugh. The other boys were filing out slowly. Finn and Logan were passing a puck back and forth while Leo dropped into the splits, stretching and talking to them. Evgeni and Jackson were ramming each other into the boards and laughing. The atmosphere would change once Coach came out, but Regulus now knew that it wasn’t like in Slytherin. There was never any silence. The laughter never went away, not even when they were working hard.

“Why did you leave?” Julian asked suddenly. He was standing nearly pressed against the glass, watching. They made eye contact in the slight reflection from the lights. He looked just like his older brother, something people always said to Regulus, too.

“I…” Regulus took a breath. “I wanted to leave.”

“Why?”

“I wanted better for myself,” Regulus said carefully. “I think we should always want the best for ourselves, non?”

“What if you can’t have the best? My brother wanted to play hockey.”

Regulus glanced over at Remus, laughing as Kasey squirted him with his water bottle, and thought of the right words.

“What’s best isn’t always attached to a thing or a person?” he tried. “Sometimes it’s a good attitude. What I meant was, I thought I was stuck. Then, my brother showed me I wasn’t.”

“So, Sirius is the best for you?”

“Sirius showed me that I could be the best for me. But, oui, Sirius is pretty great. So is your brother.”

“I know that,” Julian said, and rested his forehead against the glass again. He was quiet, and then, “You said bad things about Sirius. I saw it on youtube.”

Regulus chewed on his cheek. “Yeah.”

“But then you said good things.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you say sorry?”

Regulus swallowed. “Yeah.”

“That’s good.”

Sirius skated up fast and hard and stopped in front of the glass, knocking his helmet over where Julian had his forehead. Julian laughed and knocked gently back.

“Ça va?” Sirius asked, glancing at Regulus.

“Oui,” Julian replied and Regulus nodded.

“Hey Jules,” Sirius said, loudly to be heard over the noises of practice. “Tell Reg to make you un sandwich de la rondelle in the kitchen.”

He skated away with a grin at Regulus, who couldn’t help but smile back. The words brought back a memory that he hadn’t thought about in a long time. It left Julian looking half expectant and half skeptical.

“Allez,” Regulus sighed as he pushed himself up from his seat. “I’ll let you in on a Sirius Black tradition.”

“Okay,” Julian grinned.

The Lions kitchen was a strange sense of déjà-vu. It was the Snakes’, only awash in brighter colors.

“What’s a sandwich…sandwich ron…”

“Sandwich de la rondelle,” Regulus repeated, opening cupboards until he found bread and peanut butter, and swiping a banana from the counter.

“It’s a peanut butter and banana sandwich,” Julian said.

“Oui, sort of. But—Les bananes,” Regulus held up the fruit. “Sirius use to fry them in cinnamon and honey and then they would become darker because they’re caramelized. They would look like little hockey pucks, or la rondelle.”

“I want one,” Julian said. “Please.”

Regulus laughed. “I thought you might.”

Sirius watched from the bed as Remus pulled on a long sleeved white shirt. The cotton clung to his strong shoulders and he shook the sleeve out over his watch. Sirius could see his star necklace through the thin fabric. Remus pushed his sandy hair off of his forehead and looked up at the shelves again, patted his dark jeans, and then turned the closet light off. He stopped when he stepped out and raised an eyebrow.

“That’s not exactly what I call dressed for guests who are showing up in—” he looked at his watch. “ten minutes.”

Sirius stretched out against the bed. “You look good, Loup.”

“I’m wearing jeans and a shirt.”

“I said you look good, I don’t care what you’re wearing.”

Remus smiled and knelt on the mattress. “Then in that case, you look good, too.”

“I’m naked.”

“Then what’s that on your face?”

Sirius groaned. “It’s tradition.” He touched the dark beard on his cheeks and chin. He was keeping it short and neat, rather than letting it grow wild like some of the other guys, but he still felt a little self-conscious. “It isn’t that bad…”

Remus crawled forward until he was poised over Sirius’ body. “You know you look good.” He leaned down to brush a kiss over Sirius’ cheek, feeling the coarse stubble against his lips. “But this place is going to be filled with families in two seconds.”

“Hm,” Sirius leaned up to kiss Remus’ throat, and Remus felt the scratch there, too.

“Parents,” Remus warned.

Sirius kissed along Remus’ jaw.

“Dumo.”

Sirius sighed. “We should get dressed.”

Sirius, forced into a pair of tight jeans and a button down by Remus, opened the front door to see Pascal standing there with Katie on his shoulders.

“Bonsoir,” Pascal said. “I come bearing hungry children and the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Sirius laughed and Celeste slapped Pascal’s chest. “Well, there’s a Leo Knut cooking with a Hope Lupin so I think we’ll be able to help with that.”

“Is Logan here?” Adele said, pushing her way past her family.

“Yeah, living room. What, don’t care about me anymore?”

She rolled her eyes and gave him a hard hug before disappearing into the house.

Celeste gave Sirius a smile, looking after Adele. “We are still missing Logan being just downstairs. You were a hard loss, too, you know.”

“Tremzy,” Katie said and pointed forward.

Logan appeared with Adele under his arm and Pascal ducked down so Logan could take Katie into his arms.

“Salut, Katie,” Logan pressed kisses to her cheeks until she laughed.

Sirius watched them wander off towards the kitchen and then looked back at Celeste. “I think it goes both ways.”

“I am going to see if the chefs need any help,” Celeste said, and followed Logan and her daughters towards the kitchen.

Sirius watched them for a moment, and then turned back to Pascal. “Where are Louis and Marc?”

“Sleepover,” Pascal laughed and stepped inside, handing Sirius a bottle of wine. “I guess playoffs aren’t that cool anymore. Katie seems to like hockey the best.”

“She’d make a killer center.”

Pascal scoffed. “Killer, eh? Been hanging out with Remus.”

Sirius smiled. “Of course.”

“What about your younger one?”

Sirius closed the door and the warmth of the house picked up again. “With the younger Lupin down at the rink.”

“Oh? They are friends now?”

“I was surprised, too.”

Pascal patted Sirius’ back as they came through to the kitchen. “Kids are quick to forgive.”

“Blow on the spoon first,” Leo was saying to Katie. “So you don’t burn your tongue, and then tell me what you think.”

Logan laughed softly, kissing Katie’s cheek again. “Our entire dinner is riding on you, mon coeur.”

Sirius watched as Katie blew very carefully on the waiting bolognese sauce, and then let Leo feed her the spoon while she held onto Logan’s neck. His eyes found Finn next, who had a look on his face that Sirius knew well. Sirius looked at Remus, holding a glass of wine and talking to Eloise Knut and Hope.

Sirius could get used to this.

“Where are your parents, Dumo?” Sirius asked.

“I’ll fly them out when we win,” Pascal smiled, knocked on Sirius’ head, and then put a hand on his shoulder. “You know… Sometimes I want to shove you back in my basement and never let you out. But then I remember you’re not the same boy you were.”

One corner of Sirius’ mouth lifted. “That would be threatening, coming from someone else.”

“Yes, but you know what I mean.”

“Ouais,” Sirius said, and put his hand over Pascals. “I know.”

“This has been a hard season. Your team is going to work hard for you.”

“Pascal,” Sirius said softly.

“Dumasha,” Sergei’s gruff voice called, and he appeared beside them, clapping Pascal on the back. “Come play bubble hockey with me. I’m beating all the kids. Omg.”

“No, he’s not,” Thomas yelled.

“I’ll win,” Pascal warned.

“We’ll see, you lumberjack,” Sergei patted Pascal’s thick beard before retreating back towards the living room.

Pascal tussled Sirius’ hair once before following, and Sirius watched him go. His memories of living with the Dumais’ felt at once distant and like yesterday. The earliest ones were covered with ice. He had been terrified of his own family and his new one. The later ones went from ice to slowly melting frost to new, spring soil. Pascal had done that. And Celeste and the kids. And Arthur, and the team.

Remus.

Sirius walked over to where he was standing with the two women.

“Well, if it isn’t Sirius Black,” Eloise smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Hi, honey.”

Sirius, a little surprised, laughed. “Hi, Mrs. Knut. Hope.”

“Hello, sweetheart,” Hope said. “Nice party we have here.”

“Thanks to you and Remus.”

“Oh,” Hope laughed and rubbed Sirius’ shoulder. “You have a beautiful house, it should be filled with your loved ones. A truly beautiful house…”

“Mom,” Remus laughed. “You can stop telling Sirius his house is beautiful.”

“Then I’ll tell him he’s beautiful. And probably so will your father. Sirius, my husband loves you.”

“Tell me about it,” Eloise said. “Wyatt’s walking around with a sharpie, so if you see him be ready.”

Sirius huffed out a laugh. “I’m ready.”

“He loves you. Not as much as Jules, of course,” Hope said.

Remus gestured to himself. “Um.”

“Of course, not as much as Remus,” Hope and Eloise smiled at each other. “I’ll leave you two. I’m going to find that Potter baby.”

Eloise hummed. “I’m gonna go convince Leo’s boys to move home with him for the summer.”

Remus smiled. “I don’t think you’ll have too hard a time.”

“Oh, I know I won’t.”

Sirius pulled Remus against his side, leaning back against the wall to look out at the scene that the kitchen was. Remus settled against him.

“You know,” Remus began, and then cut off.

“Quoi?” Sirius asked. He looked down at Remus’ thoughtful smile.

“Whether or not things…happen…”

Sirius laughed, knowing that this was Remus’ way of getting around setting him off in a round of superstition.

Remus looked up at him. “We’re doing pretty great.”

“I was just thinking that.”

“Good.”

Remus tilted his chin up, obviously wanting a kiss, and Sirius complied.

“I can’t believe we’re getting on a plane tomorrow,” Sirius sighed.

“Is Regulus still coming?”

Sirius nodded grudgingly. “No matter how many times I tell him it might be a bad idea. Even Minnie says—”

“He lost his rookie season,” Remus said. “I think he needs to be a part of this.”

“He’ll get—harassed by reporters.”

“So will you, and you’re still going.”

Sirius smiled and pulled Remus in closer, wine glass pressed carefully against the small of his back as he looped his arms around him. “That’s different.”

Remus wrinkled his nose. “Is it?”

“I’m the Captain. I’m just worried.”

“A true Captain’s job,” Logan said as he passed them, Timmy and Olli in tow.

“I am,” Sirius said after them, and when he looked back down it was to be kissed by Remus.

“Dinner!” Leo shouted, Hope beside him putting a stack of plates out. “Y’all come get it.”

“I’m gonna die,” Finn sighed, stopping beside them. “The accent is so here right now and I’m just—I’m gonna die.”

“Harzy, are you talking to us?” Remus asked.

Alex looked up from where he was standing with Kasey and Natalie. “Just ignore him, he’s a fucking puppy.”

“I’m pep-talking myself,” Finn took a long sip of his drink. “For life.”

Alex patted his back. “Okay, Fish, get it together.”

“Stop yelling at me.”

“I’m not yelling at you.”

“You’re yelling. I’m telling mom.”

Alex scoffed as they walked towards the food. “You can’t tell mom.”

Sirius snorted and pulled Remus away towards the plates to serve themselves.

Game one was rough and fast and disappointing. When Sirius had first skated out, the hisses had been deafening. Remus had watched from the bench with his nails digging into his palms. The Snakes had won 3-0. Close, but not enough. Kasey had made forty saves. Elias Cook had taken a puck to the knee and Remus knew even before evaluating him that he might be out for the run. Snape had been vicious. But so had Sirius. The locker room had been crowded, the families wonderful but adding pressure, and Remus was more than happy to watch Sirius collapse on their hotel bed. He was still in his game suit, but it was rumpled. The steely color had faded as the adrenaline did, and he looked tired.

“Fuck,” Sirius sighed, and raised his chin to look at Remus. “Why are you standing over there? C’mere.”

Remus laughed and chucked his bag down before falling beside Sirius onto the bed.

“Hell of a game,” Remus said. “It’s just one game.”

“Yeah,” Sirius replied, and then was quiet. “Riddle’s a good goalie.”

“So is Kasey.”

“No, I know, I just… we really couldn’t get a single shot in. I’m just happy we weren’t at home. God, Kasey’s probably just…kicking himself right now.”

“Nat’s here. And his family. She’ll talk some sense into him.” Remus said. After a moment, he groaned and sat up again. “Speaking of home, we should pack for the flight back tomorrow.”

Sirius groaned. “Come back.”

Remus laughed. “We have to be out the door at six tomorrow, and I know you won’t want to get up early to do it then. Just put your suit away, that’s all you brought anyway.”

“I just played an entire hockey game.”

Remus suppressed a smile as he took one of Sirius’ ankles and pulled off his shoe. “The world doesn’t know you’re like this.”

“Non.”

“I could tell them, you know.”

Sirius laughed. “That you undress me?”

Remus smiled. When both shoes had clunked to the floor, he straddled Sirius’ hips, hands going to his belt. “You’re right, maybe not.”

Sirius smiled and let his head fall back with a groan. “Fuck.” Remus let Sirius pull him down against his chest. “You’re so hot, but I’m so tired.”

“Oh, no way we were not about to have sex. You are waking up at six in the morning and you’re playing the game of your life the next night.”

Sirius let out a content sigh. “Hm.”

Remus pressed a kiss to his neck and then reached for the buttons of his shirt.

“I think we have to go to the net harder,” Sirius said thoughtfully as Remus pulled him into a sitting position.

“I think we need to get a handle on our power play,” Remus said, pushing Sirius’ shirt over his broad shoulders. He kissed those, too. “I think Coach should put Finn back on it. He’s ruthless when he wants to be.”

Sirius hummed. “Yeah. Him and James do well together, too. Will you murder me if I watch some tape?”

“You’re going to sleep.”

“I just want to see that second period play. You know—”

“Tremz was off-side and, no, Carrow didn’t push him,” Remus smiled when Sirius made a face. “Believe me, it happened right in front of me.”

“We were going to score.”

“I know,” Remus bent to kiss the scar on Sirius’ cheek, then the one on his lip. “But that’s hockey.”

Sirius kicked his pants off once Remus stood to go to his own suitcase. “I wish we had come out of the gate strong, that’s all.”

Remus snorted, tugging off his shirt. “Nice media lingo, there.”

Sirius rolled onto his stomach with a groan, then pushed himself into a standing position. A moment later, Remus felt his chest against his bare back, their skin warm against each other.

Sirius’ hands stroked over Remus’ sides, dipping into the muscle that cut along his hips. “You haven’t even asked me how my ribs are,” Sirius said against Remus’ temple. Remus could hear the smile in his voice. “You always ask.”

“I know you’re better,” Remus leaned against him, tilting his head to the side when Sirius began to kiss his neck gently. He put his hands over Sirius’. “I know we didn’t win, but you were amazing tonight.” He turned in Sirius’ arms and wound his fingers in his dark hair. "You see everything out there, huh?”

“I try,” Sirius said softly.

“You do,” Remus kissed him, then again and again. “Don’t get in your head, baby. You’re good.”

Sirius let out a breath, lips against Remus’ cheek. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius’ waist and held him there.

“Just tape for, like, ten—“

Remus pressed in closer. “Nope.”

Sirius’ laugh rumbled against his cheek. “Come to bed with me, then.”

It was better to be back in Gryffindor. Remus didn’t want to admit how much of a weight it was off of his chest to be away. To have the team away, and Regulus. It had been fine. Regulus hadn’t been bothered. Not yet, at least. They would be on a plane back to Slytherin tomorrow, win or lose.

“Shitter-McFucks,” Thomas said loudly. “We gotta win this game.”

“Where do you come up with these things?” Sergei sighed.

“I don’t know,” Thomas said, and he looked thoughtful. “They come to me. Makes sense though, right?”

Sergei made a barely affirmative sound and returned to taping his stick.

“T,” Remus said, smiling a little at the conversation. He held out Thomas’ shoulder pads. “Fixed it.”

Thomas took it and clutched it to his chest. “Sick, thanks, Loops. I love you.”

Remus smiled and turned to the room. “Does anyone need anything?”

There were a few murmurs of no, and Remus let out a breath. “Okay.”

Remus glanced at his watch. Twenty minutes until they had to be out for warm ups. Sometimes it was strange, thinking about the Snakes in this very building, doing the same thing they were. Taping sticks, getting dressed, stretching. Remus’ eyes found Regulus, who was sitting in Sirius’ stall while Sirius stretched out on the floor. They were talking intently, no doubt about the game. Regulus seemed to be drawing plays out on his palm, Sirius nodding along, then pointing, as if to correct something. Remus smiled at the sight, then walked over and crouched by Sirius’ shoulder.

Sirius looked up, hands around his ankles stretched in front of him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Remus replied, and glanced at the door.

Sirius blinked. “Oh.”

“And I’m out,” Regulus sighed and stood.

Sirius stood, too, adjusting his snapback and catching Remus’ fingers. “Yes, yes, now?”

“I thought you could use a pick-me-up.”

Sirius cursed under his breath, grinning. “Re…”

He already looked flushed with it—with just the thought—and Remus wanted him. Badly.

Sirius was on his heels until they got to the PT room, looking carefully out into the hallway before shutting the door and turning the lock. He was still smiling when he turned, gently taking hold of Remus’ hips and backing him against the exam table.

“I love you,” he said into his first kiss, and then, into the second, “how do you want me?”

Remus hooked his fingers into the band of Sirius’ spandex and turned them so that his back was against the table, cushioned by the padding. Sirius leaned down to kiss along Remus’ neck.

Remus reached down to cup Sirius’ cock through the thin material of his spandex. “Just like this.”

“Jesus,” Sirius breathed. “Fuck, we—how much time?”

“We have time.”

Remus knelt on one knee, then the other. He pulled the spandex away to reveal Sirius’ cock, half hard but twitching as it filled. Remus’ heart beat faster, his own cock beginning to press out against his thigh.

Sirius’ hand was gentle against the back of Remus’ head as he took him into his mouth, sucking on the damp head.

Sirius half laughed, half moaned, brows drawn together a little as Remus took him down further. He was fattening up to full now, slick and heavy in Remus’ mouth.

“Ah—” Remus looked up to see Sirius’ head fall back. The tension fell out of his shoulders. His back arched a little, defined abs flexing through the thin material of his black undershirt. “Yeah—”

Remus sucked harder, keeping a hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking softly in the way he knew Sirius liked. Sirius was already spilling thinly over his tongue, bitter and warm. Remus pulled off to the head again, pressing his tongue to the slit hard and making Sirius jolt.

“God, Remus—” Sirius choked the words out, cock slicking itself more as Remus reached down to cup his balls and stroke behind them. Sirius widened his stance, welcoming the touch. “Ouais—yes.”

Remus stilled and pressed his hands behind Sirius’ hips, coaxing them forward gently. Sirius blinked down at him blearily. “You—you want me…”

Remus pushed Sirius’ hips forward more insistently and looked up. Sirius’ fingers tightened in Remus’ hair.

“Merde,” his hips fucked forward, almost on their own. “Re.”

And Sirius complied, fucking himself into Remus’ hot mouth in slow strokes. Remus was hot and aching in his own pants, and he reached down to push them under his balls. He moaned at the first touch, and Sirius picked up his pace. Remus’ breathed in through his nose, smelling Sirius’ slight sweat, and fucked his fist in time to Sirius’ hips. He was heavy on his tongue. Sirius’ breathing was heavy, eyes dark and hair curling out form under his hat. He was gorgeous, and strong, and Remus didn’t care if they won a silver cup when he had those silver eyes.

Sirius’ mouth was open, eyes tight with pleasure as he watched his cock sink in and out of Remus’ mouth, watched Remus’ hips move at the same time. Remus moaned as he pressed his palm against his own head, fingers tight around his shaft.

“Mon—I’m gonna—”

Remus felt flushed and turned on by Sirius standing there, half dressed before a game with his swollen cock looking like that. It was only a few more strokes before Remus felt Sirius begin to come in his mouth. Sirius’ hips stilled, abs flexing in, and Remus bobbed his head, sucking him through it.

“Yes, yes,” Sirius whispered, head dropped back again. He stopped breathing and grit his teeth. He pushed his cock into Remus’ mouth once, twice. “Ah.”

Remus pulled off when Sirius made a soft, sensitive sound. Sirius took one look at him, chest heaving, and dropped to his knees, too.

“Baby,” Remus’ voice shook, fist quick on his own cock. He needed to come so bad.

Sirius just pushed at his shoulders, laying him back until he was against the carpet and Sirius had him fully in his mouth. He worked Remus with his mouth quickly, groaning around him, and Remus’ hips arched off the ground towards the heat. He came hard, forcing his eyes to stay open so he could watch Sirius.

They lay there for a moment, Sirius panting with his cheek against Remus’ hip, before he pushed himself up and positively beamed at Remus.

“Nice and clean,” he said, and surged up and kissed Remus. “I fucking love you.”

Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck and licked into his mouth. “I love you, I love you. You’re going to play so well.”

Sirius smiled into their next kiss, biting at Remus’ lower lip. “I am now.”

Sirius pulled back with a questioning noise when Remus started laughing into their next kiss.

“I’m sorry,” Remus laughed through the words, stroking his hands over Sirius’ cheeks. “It’s like an entire new experience kissing you with this thing.”

Sirius grinned and rubbed their cheeks together. “You like it a little bit, I know you do.”

Remus smiled into the kiss, but didn’t answer, instead carefully tucking Sirius back into his spandex and patting his butt. “See you out there, Captain.”

It was Sirius’ first home game back and playing. Instead of the normal pump up songs, the Lions’ had a special pre-game video on the jumbotron. When the lights went down, it played the first notes of Back in Black. At first the song’s notes were spaced out, remixed. It was hard to tell what the song was, echoing through the stadium. As soon as the crowd figured it out though, they went wild, and then an image of the back of Sirius’ jersey, slow-motioned, played of him walking down the darkened tunnel to the ice, his last name shining in glossy letters.

Dum.

Fast clips of Sirius’ tricky, skating feet.

Dum-da-dum.

A goal from the season, beautiful and impossible—until Sirius did it. Remus’ heart pounded.

Dum-a-dum.

The crowd recognized the song. Hogwarts roared.

Dum-a-dum-dum.

Remus laughed on the bench, popping a piece of gum in his mouth.

“Marlene’s a genius,” he shouted over the noise to Moody.

“She is,” he laughed gruffly.

The video continued with the rest of the team, highlights from the season and snippets of interviews. Finn and Logan crashing together after a goal. Leo’s bright blue eyes, focused from behind his mask. We’re ready, his accented voice said. We feel ready. James and Sirius’ famous one-two plays. Evgeni, mountainous and bear-like. Pascal and Logan. The French Canadian father and son, came Frank’s voice, and then the clip cut, bleeding together into a whole. Pascal and Sergei, helmets pressed together. Thomas, proud and tall, flipping a puck right between a goalies legs. Walkie-Talkie, walking the walk!

A waving rainbow flag being waved by numerous fans.

Remus felt tears building in the back of his throat. He wished he could see Sirius right then.

Frank’s voice over the speakers. Lions fans. Welcome to the Stanley Cup Finals.

He drew out the next words in the way he always did. Your Gryffin-dor Li-ons!

The Snakes skated out for warm-ups when the Lions did, insignificant and dark in their black away uniforms. When the lights came up, the Lions were out, Kasey raking up his crease and the others doing a lap on their side of the rink. Remus saw Snape’s eyes flick over from behind his visor, but that was all.

Arthur was bent over his calling card with some of the assistant coaches, motioning to various players.

“How does it feel?” Remus asked Kasey when he skated over to the bench for some water while Leo warmed up in goal, too.

“It feels good,” Kasey said. “It—”

James skated up fast and stopped hard. “Blue.”

Remus raised an eyebrow at him. “James, you ask me this ever game, I really don’t know how…” Remus trailed off and crossed his arms. “This is a superstitious thing. Isn’t it.”

James, looking only a little guilty, smiled. “Blue?”

Remus handed it to him. “You are all insane.”

“Bliz,” Leo said, opening the bench door. “You’re back in.”

Kasey tapped his butt with his blocker and skated back out.

“Is he okay?”

Remus looked back at James. He had his contacts in, adjusting one with a knuckle. “What?” Remus asked. “Who?”

James looked over to center ice where Sirius was tracing the Lions’ logo with a puck. Remus could see fans filming him—or maybe it was Kuny, down on the ice with his legs in the air, stretching.

“You know how Cap gets,” James said. “How much did he beat himself up over the last few nights?”

Remus sighed. “Oh, he tried to watch tape.”

James snorted. “Of course.”

“Didn’t let him, though. I all but wrestled him into bed—no.”

James’ face was already lit up.

“Not like that, Pots.”

James laughed loudly, reaching with his stick for a puck to take back out with him. “Sure, Loops, sure.”

Logan and Finn were standing near middle ice together, waiting for the wrap-around shoot. Logan was laughing at something Finn was saying. He took his helmet off and put it back on again, like he did with his hat.

“Cute, huh?” Leo said, and when Remus looked over at him, he grinned.

Remus laughed. “Proud of yourself?”

“Very.”

Remus found Sirius again. He was at the far side of the rink, pushing a stick over the glass for a little kid.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

The horn went to signal the end of warm ups, and the team skated back towards the bench so that the ice crew could get rid of the shaved up ice.

Sirius jumped the boards in front of Remus, and Remus could already see the game taking over his expression. He was chewing the inside of his cheek, tapping various teammates and talking fast directions to them. Go hard here, ease off this, cover Malfoy on the power play…

When the lights went down for the national anthem, it felt sudden. Remus’ heart jumped in his chest. Sirius glanced at Remus as he pulled his twelve necklace out from within his jersey, smiling before bowing his head and holding the pendant to his lips. Finn had his hand on Logan’s shoulder, Logan was holding his necklace, Leo was behind both of them, close and shuffling from skate to skate.

Remus looked over to the Snake’s bench. They were still. Their eyes were ahead. He thought about Regulus, up in the Lions box with the other families, looking down at the red and green. He wondered, not for this first time, if Sirius’ parents were here. He hadn’t asked. He didn’t want Sirius looking for them, even subconsciously.

Things didn’t get interesting until halfway through the second period. The Snakes were mirroring Sirius’ line, calling Snape’s out whenever Sirius jumped the boards. Malfoy was on him like a magnet, hammering him into the boards and getting penalties called on himself for slashing.

“What kind of fucking strategy is this?” Finn said before climbing back out onto the ice for their fourth power play of the period. Sirius was circling with one of the refs, talking with his hands, his mouthguard in one of his palms.

“Alright, boys!” James yelled. “Alright, alright, here we go!”

Not single goal had yet to be scored and the crowd was anxious for one, shouting at every moment a Lion was close to Riddle’s net.

Sirius, seemingly giving up on the referee, set up across center ice from Snape. He spat something that made Severus sneer and Remus—Remus couldn’t deny that it sent a new wave of heat through him. Sirius was all hockey now, and his eyes were on the Cup. The Stanley Cup wasn’t in the building yet, it was too soon, but it would be. Remus’ throat got tight when he thought about it. He’d never been this close. He never thought he’d ever be this close.

The puck dropped. Sirius scooped it back to Finn and darted into the Snakes’ zone, wrestling against Malfoy still. He shouted for James but Snape intercepted the pass, sudden and sloppy in his strokes, and carried it back to the center zone. Malfoy, though, was too busy with Sirius. The puck went careening towards the boards, momentarily alone, before Finn was there, catching it and carrying it towards Riddle. He faked once, weight on his toes, twice, and then shot it above Riddle’s left shoulder. The goal horn blared in red lights. His hands went up and so did Sirius’. Logan shouted from beside Remus on the bench.

“Fuck, Harzy,” he said, and Leo and him shared a smile.

Remus clapped with Hogwarts, glancing up at the jumbotron to see the score change from 0-0 to 1-0. Finn jumped the boards and Logan pressed their helmets together in the split moment that they met while leaving and getting onto the ice. Finn was sweaty and grinning.

“That’s what we’re doing,” Thomas shouted. “That’s what we’re doing.”

Sirius stayed out and Remus smiled. He wanted a goal, Remus could tell. He and James circled each other as they talked, heads close together so the others couldn’t hear or read their lips.

Remus patted Finn’s shoulder. “Good getting us going, Harz.”

“I’m good at getting boys going, Loops.”

Remus snorted and Leo shoved him.

Riddle was making a slow lap around the crease, eyes on Finn on their bench, then moving over, all the way across the ice, to Kasey, re-setting, too.

Remus looked between them, and when he returned to Riddle, he saw that he was spitting words at Snape and pointing to Kasey.

The lights changed, calling a TV break.

“Mon loup, c’est bon?” Sirius said. He put a foot up on the boards, stretching.

Remus hesitated, then nodded. “I—yeah. Your ankle? Is it stiff?”

“Non, just stretching,” Sirius smiled. “Worrier.”

“Hey,” Remus tried to smile back, but he was watching Kasey approach the bench. “Hey, Kase—”

“I saw it, too, Loops,” Kasey said, squirting some water into his mouth and glancing over at Riddle. “Believe me. That guy’s eyes practically glow like the ones on his mask.”

“Just watch out for any bad plays,” Coach said. “That goes for everyone.”

“I mean,” Kasey shrugged. “If he tries to get a goal by ramming into me, it’ll be no goal.”

“I’m not worried about the goal, Bliz,” Coach said. “I’m worried about you.”

One corner of Kasey’s mouth lifted in a smile. “Well, shucks, Coach.”

“Alright,” Coach nodded. “Let’s be careful and play hard.”

There was a chorus of yes, coach, and Pascal’s line went out for the face-off.

“What exactly did you see Snape and Riddle do?” Sirius asked, back in the locker room. He was smiling and wearing the Lions hat token that Logan had given to him after Sirius scored two goals in the third. They had won game two 4-2. The series was tied for now.

“Nothing really,” Remus was bent beside him by James, taping up a sore calf. “It was a look but…”

“But that’s all it really takes with Riddle,” James said. “Thanks Loops, that feels better.”

“Go easy on it, no running on the plane.”

“I don’t do that!”

“Yes, you really do.”

“Well, I am a responsible father now.”

“I didn’t see them try anything,” Sirius said, glancing over at Kasey. “But I’m not sure that makes me feel better.”

Remus sighed, running a hand over Sirius’ knee and using it to push himself up. “Me neither. But, hey.”

Sirius looked up at him, and Remus tilted the brim of the hat back so he could lean down for a quick kiss. “We won.”

“Lupin love,” Thomas shouted.

Remus laughed. “Do you need something, Walker?”

“Sirius!”

Remus didn’t have time to look behind him before Julian was barreling into his back, arms around his waist and gazing at Sirius.

“Those goals were so good.”

Sirius smiled. “Thanks, Jules. Wanna wear the hat?”

“Really?”

James leaned in. “Be warned of the countless sweaty heads that has adorned. We can’t wash it.”

“I wanna wear it!”

Sirius placed the hat on Julian’s head while the other families filed in. Remus saw Alex give his brother a tight hug, Leo’s dad going up to clap Logan on the back. Kris’ daughter went running to him, and he scooped her up with kisses. Julian had become fast friends with Regulus and was running to show him his hat where he was standing with Leo.

Sirius rose, locking his hands around Remus’ lower back. “Want to come cool down with me?”

Remus smiled, palms on his chest. “Oh, we’ll cool down, will we?”

“Yeah,” Sirius pressed a kiss to Remus’ cheek, beard dragging against his skin. “You know. Relax all of our tense muscles.”

Remus wound his fingers in Sirius’ sweaty hair. “I love you. Go shower.”

Sirius pressed a last, soft kiss to Remus’ mouth. “Don’t leave without me.”

“Never.”

Sirius’ house was warm and quiet when Hope unlocked the door.

Hope turned to Sirius once they were inside. “I made some spaghetti for you, Sirius, I thought you might be hungry.”

Sirius laughed. “Hope, tu es un ange.”

“He said you’re an angel,” Remus smiled. “And he’s right.”

“Remus makes the best post-game sandwiches,” Sirius pulled him close. “I guess I have you to thank for that.”

“Oh, no, that’d be Lyall,” Hope smiled, pulling a covered dish out of the refrigerator and turning to the microwave. “Lyall and Remus always made sandwiches together after his games.”

“And me,” Julian said, sliding into a chair at the kitchen table. “Right dad?”

“Every game,” Lyall smiled. “Best part of my day, bud.”

“Can I go skate, mom?”

“Julian Lupin, you are going right to bed. Do you know what time it is? I’ll let you miss school for this, and your bedtime, but there is a line, darling.”

“But we’re having spaghetti.”

Hope raised an eyebrow. “Did you just play a full game of hockey?”

Julian sighed. “No.”

“Okay then,” Hope stroked Julian’s hair. “Go get ready for bed, okay? Take dad with you.”

“C’mon, J, we’ll watch some of the post-game.”

Remus watched Julian and his dad trudge upstairs then turned to Hope. “Mom, let me do that. We have a long flight tomorrow again. Why don’t you go rest up, too?”

Hope looked between them and laughed, understanding. “Well, if you insist. I’ll just leave you two alone then. My son the chef, that’s new!”

Remus snorted. “It was new, like, four years ago!”

Hope smiled and kissed Remus on the cheek, then Sirius. “See you two tomorrow.”

When the microwave beeped, they shared the bowl with two forks, ankles tangled below the table.

“Are you really worried?” Sirius said after a few beats of silence. He twirled his fork in the noodles and held it out to Remus. “About Kasey. About Snape.”

Remus took Sirius’ fork gently into his mouth. “I don’t know. I know he’s worried. He’s nervous about his thigh. I can tell. It’s like you, early on with your ankle. Timid.”

Sirius nodded slowly. “Do you think I should talk to him?”

Remus shrugged. “It couldn’t hurt. Kasey’s strong, but it’s always good to hear you’re good.”

Sirius’ smile was sly, if not a little sleepy. “So I learned today.”

Remus smiled. “Eat so we can sleep. You frickin sweetheart.”

Sirius laughed and pulled the bowl towards him to scrape the last of the noodles towards him and into his mouth. After putting it in the sink, he bent over the back of Remus’ chair, arms across Remus’ chest.

“Bed?”

Remus tilted his head back for a kiss. “Bed.”

Slytherin was cold and the Snakes were vicious. Remus looked up at the second period clock running down as he prodded at Sirius’ left shoulder. Sirius was breathing heavily, Moody holding cotton to his bleeding nose.

Malfoy was in a similar state, being led to the the penalty box.

“Finally got tired of him being all over you, eh?” Remus said, then, more firmly, and loudly to be heard over the Slytherin crowd, “Do you have to go back to the locker room with me?”

“Non,” Sirius yelled, batting Moody’s hand away and swiping his own across his nose. The bleeding had stopped. “I’m good, allez.”

Remus nodded, replacing Sirius’ shoulder pad and pulling his jersey back down over his shoulder and arm. “All right, go.”

“Love you,” Sirius breathed, and then hopped the boards to go to the penalty box. Remus couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched him and Malfoy spit words at each other through the glass.

Coach leaned in. “He okay?”

Remus nodded. “He’s fine.” He looked back over at the penalty box, at Malfoy inside. “Blondie’s really not gonna leave him alone this whole series, huh?”

“That’s their way,” Coach grumbled. “Stick on you like leeches. Sirius knows how to handle it.”

Evgeni and Jackson made their way back onto the bench.

“Just take your time, the word will come to you,” Jackson was saying. “Kuns, you can’t get frustrated like that.”

Evgeni grumbled something in Russian and Jackson just nodded along.

“Nado, score goal,” he ended with.

“I’m trying.”

They were down three nothing, and Remus looked back at Kasey. He was tense, in his own head. Remus would give anything to be able to talk to him.

The puck dropped, Logan on the face-off. They were four-on-four, Sirius leaning forward in the box, probably hoping for a jack-in-the-box goal. Snape carried the puck in easily, past Olli, deking around Pascal only to be crushed to the boards by Timmy. He lost it for a second, but Logan flubbed a pass and then it was on Carrow’s stick.

“Shit,” Remus swore under his breath.

Carrow was a ruthless, fast skater. He pushed towards Kasey, closer and closer.

Despite everything, Remus wasn’t expecting him to ram into Kasey, disregarding the puck entirely, and knocking them both into the net.

The goal horn blared and Carrow didn’t even look up as he skated off the ice and down the tunnel. He knew he was too dirty to be allowed back in the game. Some of his team members patted him on the back. Remus felt sick.

Remus leaped up—and Kasey stayed down. The ref was blowing the whistle hard.

“Fucking interference!” James shouted, voice breaking with how much he had been at it. “Fuck!”

Kasey hit the ice with his stick as he rose, slowly. So slowly.

Sure enough, the referee skated out, hands in a cross, signaling that there was no goal.

Just as suddenly, the crowd started to sing. At least, at first Remus thought it was singing. Then, he recognized the sound.

“Winter,” the crowd was saying in a long, drawn out drone. It was haunting. It was over and over again.

Winter, Winter.

They were taunting him. Kasey was lapping his goal. He was favoring one leg. He was keeping his head down.

“Coach,” Remus said quietly. “Coach, he’s hurt.”

“Let’s see what he does,” Coach said. “Let’s see, Kasey’s not reckless.”

“He might be if the entire crowd is taunting him into it.”

“We have ten seconds left. He can last ten seconds.”

“We’ll keep it away from him,” Thomas said. His eyes were dark. “Jesus, Kase.”

The ten seconds went, and the end of the second period rang out.

Kasey was down on one knee in his crease, head bowed. Then, he lifted his gaze and looked right at Remus. Remus could only just make out his brown eyes through his mask. Kasey gave a slight shake of his head.

Walking back down the tunnel was a blur. Sirius was holding his hand until they had to part ways. Remus looked up at a TV as he passed and stopped when he saw himself. It was the moment from earlier. He had his hands up Sirius’ jersey, checking his shoulder, while Sirius had his head turned close to him, mid-sentence, blood dripping down his face.

“Black and Lupin, close on the bench this game,” the show host was saying and Remus scoffed. “And what looked like a bad hit on Lions starting goalie, Kasey Winter, by the Snakes tonight. Lucky for the Lions, they don’t have too bad a rookie. Nineteen year old Leo Knut, Louisiana born…”

Remus kept walking, pushing open the door to the quiet room where Kasey was waiting for him on his back on the exam table. He had his bad leg stretched out.

“Hi Kase,” Remus said softly.

Kasey had an arm over his eyes, and he pulled it away slowly. “Hi, Loops.”

“You okay? Can I get you some water or a bar or something?”

Kasey shook his head. “No. Let’s just—let’s get this over with. Just tell me.”

Remus bit his lip, but nodded. “Okay. I’m gonna take your shorts off, alright?”

Kasey nodded, and Remus worked quietly until he was stripped to his underarmour and Remus could feel his strong muscles and tendons. Remus was gentle and quick. Kasey wasn’t a player who liked things sugar coated.

“Well?” Kasey asked in a rough voice.

“It—it has a light tear, I think,” Remus said softly, and Kasey closed his eyes. “I need you to rest Kase. Don’t think I haven’t seen you pushing yourself. I know it’s frustrating.”

“Barely,” Kasey grit out. “I’ve been barely pushing myself. It’s—it’s just not—”

There was a knock at the door, making them both look up.

Natalie poked her head in, and the moment Kasey saw her he pressed a palm over his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath of tears.

“Kase,” Natalie was rushing forward, the door falling shut behind her. She rubbed a palm over his chest, the other in his hair. “Hey, baby, you’re all right.” She kissed his forehead. “You’re all right.”

“I’ll give you two a second,” Remus said quietly, and she nodded.

“Thanks, Re.”

Remus felt overly hot and heavy when the door closed behind him. The hallway looked busy and loud with staff members.

“Remus.”

Remus turned at Arthur’s voice, meeting worried, stern eyes.

“Tell me,” Arthur said.

“These injuries are tricky,” Remus managed. “They’re easily aggravated and…”

“And I should get Knut warmed up?”

“Yes,” Remus said, even though it hurt. “Yes.”

Arthur pressed his lips together and they stood there for a moment, the chaos around them.

“I’m going to go see Bliz,” Arthur said. “Tell him he’s good.”

“Natalie’s in there. I think you should give him a minute.”

Arthur nodded. “Okay. Go see the boys. I’m coming back in five to go over strategy.”

“Okay,” Remus managed a tight smile, and headed for the locker room.

Sirius was on him in a moment, sweaty and stripped down to his pads and socks.

“No, it isn’t good,” Remus said before he could ask. “Where is Leo?”

“Warming up,” Sirius said. “Fuck. Re—”

“Loops?”

It was Evgeni.

“Blizzard is okay?” he asked. The rest of the locker room quieted to listen.

Remus shook his head. “He’s okay but he’s done for the season.”

Remus turned to Sirius and took his hand. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Sirius said. “Are you?”

“I feel horrible,” Remus said. “I should have watched him closer, I should have—I knew how hard he was being on himself, I’ve been there.”

“Re, this isn’t your fault. Did you see that hit? Carrow’s out of the game and he’s gonna get a suspension for that. It was completely insane.”

“They’ll just replace him with Bones. You know they will, that’s their whole strategy. They don’t care how hard the hit is—”

“They don’t care about their players,” Regulus cut in. He was standing with Pascal and offered a humorless smile. “Whatever makes the game easier.”

“And yet their motto is always pure hockey,” Pascal shook his head.

“I need to find Leo.”

“He’s with Finn and Logan by the bikes,” Regulus said.

Remus nodded, pressed a palm to Sirius’ cheek, and then turned away.

Leo was stretched out on the floor in his spandex, Logan and Finn talking with him as they kept their muscles warm on the bikes. They looked up when Remus entered.

“Is Nut in?” Finn asked.

“Yes.”

Leo sat up. “Is Kasey…” but he trailed off at Remus’ expression. “Fuck.”

“Bliz,” Logan sighed, raking his fingers through his sweaty hair before hanging his head, elbows on the bike handlebars and feet slow. It had been Logan’s missed pass.

“It isn’t your fault, Tremz. We just have to hope for the best. But get warm, Leo, okay? You can see him after.”

Leo nodded. “Okay. Not my first play off game or anything. No pressure. At least my family is here.” Leo let out a long breath and touched his forehead to his knees. “My mama would cry if she missed this.”

Remus looked to Finn and Logan. “You guys good?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah, Loops, we’re good.”

Remus pushed back into the hallway, hoping to go back to Kasey, only to be met by Alice. He tried to duck out, but she walked with him.

“Coach says he’s in,” she said, gesturing to the door closing on the cubs. “He told me to come to you for news on Kasey.”

“Slight tear in the adductor longus,” Remus said as they walked down the hall. When Alice just gave him a look, Remus sighed. “Inner thigh.”

“So, his repeating injury.”

“Yes, but,” Remus stopped, hand on her shoulder. They were at the locker room. “Do me a favor, and don’t put that in the press statement. I don’t want him hearing that right now.”

Alice’s expression softened. “You’re good to them, Lupin.”

Remus was already pushing open the door. “They’re good to me.”

Out on the ice, Leo was met by hisses and jeering. Finn and Logan kept close to his side while he marked him his crease, circling and tapping his posts.

Moody chuckled from beside Remus. “Not superstitious, eh?”

Remus patted Sirius’ shoulder. “That can only last so long when you’re around this one twenty-four seven.”

Sirius turned. “Quoi?”

“Nothing,” Remus said, and shared a knowing look with Moody.

“Where’s Bliz?” James asked.

“Watching with Natalie and his family in the recovery room,” Remus said. “He’ll be okay, you guys focus. Win this game for him.”

Remus looked out at Leo, at Pascal on the face-off.

The referee dropped the puck, and the third period of game three began.

#tw: light injury #sweater weather #sweater weather lumosinlove #lumosinlove sweater weather #wolfstar #wolfstar au #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #lumosinlove #lumosinlove ocs #finn o'hara #Leo knut #Logan tremblay #Jackson nadeau #evgeni kuznetsov #Thomas walker #pascal dumais #harry potter #hockey!au

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onelargecoffeepls · 3 years

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A couple of people messaged me about my headcanon from this post and I mentioned I had written a little drabble about it. I decided to post it since it’s part of a larger fic that I’ve mostly cannibalized for other fic, so don’t judge too harshly if you come across the same sentences in my others :)

On the morning of Leo’s funeral, he can only think about how cold he is.

He fought feeling anything for Leo immediately after the election (crying into Donna’s lap was the most he allowed himself). He kept his cool when Mallory asked him to be a pallbearer by listing out every Mets Hall of Famer he could remember to distract himself. Even at the funeral, he could feel the tears forming in his eyes until CJ pressed her hand against his.

But the President got him. He knew that he would. His eyes burned as he walked down the halls, but it was only outside, when he turns and faces the White House, that finally breathes out.

He’s miserable and shivering and he manages to flag down a cab to take him back to his apartment in Georgetown. The driver leans out the window.

“Hey, where you need to be, man?”

Josh smirks.“Good question.”

Then a thought.

“Actually,” he says quietly, mind already blocks away, “I can walk to where I need to be, thanks.”

The driver waves him off, and Josh operates on pure muscle memory.

He’s walked to CJ’s apartment drunk more times than he would like to remember, but this is somehow more difficult. He turns at the pink house (“It looks like Barbie threw up on it and then forgot about it.” CJ complained as they stumbled back to her house one night.) and ends up at her stoop.

He climbs her stairs without realizing he’s done so, and presses her number on her intercom.

“Hello?” comes her voice through the box.

“CJ,” he calls through, voice quivering, “it’s me.”

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Is Donna there?”

A pause.

“Yeah, she’s here. What—“

“Can you send her down? I—-I need to see her. Please.”

Another pause. Longer this time.

“She’s on her way down.”

“Thanks.”

CJ goes silent on the other end, and Josh leans against the railing. The DC winter is starting, and the strong winds off the Potomac that he’s become accustomed to have made their entrance. He wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand before any tears start freezing on his face.

After a couple minutes, Donna appears in the entryway, bundled up in her coat and hat.

“Hey,” she says gently as she steps in to the cold. She shivers. “It’s freezing out here.”

“Yeah,” he says simply.

“Are you okay? Did something happen with the President? I thought—“

“Come home with me,” he cuts her off.

She looks down.

“Josh, we talked about this.“

“I don’t care. Come home with me.”

“I still don’t—“

“I’m sorry about Amy,” he blurts out.

“What?” she says after a pause.

“I’m sorry about Amy trying to set me up with someone else.”

“That’s fine.” He can hear the slight bewilderment in her voice. “She had no way of knowing that we’ve been seeing each other.”

“She’s never been the most tactful person. Did you know that once she asked me to my face if we were dating? That was years ago, so I told her no, but tonight she didn’t even ask. She just assumed.”

“Josh,” she starts, taking a small step towards him, “Amy isn’t why I don’t want to go home with you.”

“I should call her. I should call her right now and tell her about us.” He can hear his voice speeding up and getting louder with every word.

“No, please do not do that.”

“Well, not about us, but I should tell her that I’m seeing somebody.”

“Josh, I—“

“I mean, you can’t just walk up to people—“

“Josh, stop talking!” she yells, causing him freeze where he stands.

“Okay,” he says timidly, putting his hands deep inside his pockets.

“I don’t care about Amy, and I don’t think you came all this way to talk to me about this!”

She takes another step forward. She’s very close to him now and he can see her breath as she talks.

“Now tell me what’s wrong.”

He looks down and a chill runs through his body.

“I want you to come home with me tonight.” His voice is just above a whisper.

“You’ve said, but—“

“I want you to come home with me tonight,” he says louder, looking up into her eyes, “because I want to take a shower and have you be waiting on my couch when I get out.

“And I want you to go to bed with me, and I want to go to sleep next to you, and I want to wake up and see that you’ve stolen all the blankets again in the middle of the night.

“I want to get up, and get dressed, and then I want to take you to that bakery near my apartment. The one with the really big cupcakes that you like because after that, I have to get on a plane to go to California and that’ll be the last time I see you for a couple of days and watching you try to fit one of those cupcakes in your mouth is the funniest thing in the world.”

He chokes out a dry laugh, and she smiles sadly. He can feel his eyes welling up for the hundredth time that day.

“And I just…I just want you to come home with me because I really miss Leo. I really miss Leo, and I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

He breathes out with a sense of finality, putting the ball in her court. She holds his gaze for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, okay,” she says quietly.

“Really?”

She nods again and moves in close to cup his jaw with her hand.

She leans in and kisses him right there on CJ’s stoop. He clings to her like like she’s the most precious thing in the world, and tonight, she is.

“I’ll be right back,” she says with one last peck on his lips.

She goes back inside, and a second later, his phone rings.

“CJ?”

“I saw all of that,” she says bluntly. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

He chuckles.

“No, not a clue.”

“Yeah. That’s what I figured.”

“She’s going to stay with me tonight.”

“I’ll try to act surprised when she gets back up here.” 

“Go easy on her, CJ. We’re both not really sure what’s going on here, and I don’t want you scaring her off.”

CJ laughs.

“Oh please, if she’s known you for this long and is just now choosing to sleep with you, then I don’t know if anything could scare her off.”

He smiles into the receiver.

“Oh shit, she’s here, gotta go.” CJ hangs up.

He hangs up his phone, and puts it in his pocket. He blows warm air into his hands as the cold starts to settle in around him.

After what feels like an hour, Donna returns with a bag thrown over her shoulder.

She links her arm through his.

“Ready?” she asks. “We can go down to the end of the block to see if any cabs are around.”

“Yeah,” he nods, and she leads him down the stairs.

Another thought pops into his head as they walk down the street.

“Baked and Wired,” he says.

“What?”

“That’s the name of the bakery. With the cupcakes. Baked and Wired. We’ll go there in the morning.”

She smiles at him.

“We better.”

“I figured that cupcakes for breakfast would be the selling point.”

“Yeah, you should really know me by now to know that I really don’t care about all that other stuff,” she says, voice dripping in her usual sarcasm.

As she talks, he unlinks their arms and threads his fingers through hers, putting their grasped hands back in his pocket.

They get to the end of CJ’s block and the traffic has picked up. She lifts her free arm in the air attempting to wave down a cab while holding on tight to his hand.

He’s momentarily amazed for how natural it all feels with her, holding hands in the cold, going home together and talking about breakfast.

He studies her features in the streetlight and realizes maybe this is how it should have been all along.

#i mostly felt bad just having this sit in my docs when i've talked about it so much #also baked and wired >>>>>> georgetown cupcake any day of the week #the west wing #fanfiction #josh x donna #my writing

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milkytheholy1 · 3 years

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Apocalyptic love: Chapter 2: Let’s kill the Shredder!

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Their silhouettes were highlighted by the moon's rays, cascading over their forms as they leapt from building to building, effortlessly. With little time to waste on nonsense, the group moved silently through the streets of New York, on the hunt for Shredder's lair. With their speed alone it took little time for the gang to reach their destination, each sharing a tilt of the head as they split up into their own little groups.

Donnie and Rockwell stayed on the roof along with Leo's team, prying the alarm panel off of the wall and hooking up Donnie's laptop. Said turtle began furiously typing away, deleting and editing code just to hack into the system. Rockwell stood off-side from him, using his mind as a vessel to control any Foot soldiers that were nearby, blanking their mind if they accidentally caught the duo.

Donnie sent a thumbs up to Leo, signalling that the alarms and cameras were down giving the group a chance for a silent attack. Leo's hand pointed to an opening, Mikey and Pigeon Pete moving in his direction. They stood at the towering glass window ceiling and observed the Foot soldiers patrolling the top layer of the fortress. Pete used his beak to cut a hole through the glass, his tongue sticking to the piece so it didn't shatter on the ground and blow their cover.

Mikey then hopped in and emerged from the darkness, grabbing droids by the necks and pulling them back into the shadows. Their limbs flailed about before becoming stationary and delicately placed onto the ground before anyone could notice. Pete made sure that the bodies were hidden enough while Mikey carried on doing his thing, keeping his bird eyes out for any unexpected movement. From the rooftops, Leo could see that a majority of the Foot were taken down and sent Slash and Leatherhead to take out the lower floor.

They rather heard the fight than saw it with their own eyes, feeling the building shake with the impact of their swings. Slash and Leatherhead burst through the doors of the lobby, swinging their fists and weapons about like it was no one's business. They easily took out most of the Foot from their brute force alone, parading their way to the throne room to carry out the rest of the plan. With the soldiers easily distracted, Leo's team attached a rope to a vent on the rooftop then jumped down to the ground floor of the throne room.

It was dark and quiet, too quiet. The group huddled together, shells against backs, fighting for the same cause, friends turned family. The beady eyes of the Foot robots blipped in and out of the inky darkness, their robotic limbs creaking with each movement they made as they emerged from the shadows. Leo held his katanas closer to his face, glaring at the machines as they inched further. He could faintly hear the low growl that rumbled from Raph's throat, hear the leather of his sais squeak with tension.

Without a word the Hamato clan leapt at the Foot bots, weapons slashing through them with ease. It was almost a joke. The hordes kept coming, never seeming to slow down, but they could take it, they'd have to if they wanted to kill Shredder. As the fight raged on, more and more of the team formed back together. Mikey and Pete flew in from the top layers, kicking bots as they landed. Leatherhead and Slash burst threw the doors and easily wiped out half of the small army. Donnie and Rockwell returned from the roof, gathering the information they were able to obtain, like finding the location of the bomb.

Everyone was fighting together, every cog working cohesively in the greater machine. When the last bot was slashed thanks to Raph, the beaming lights illuminated the room in a harsh glow. The group tore their gaze away from the piles of robo-parts and onto the figure slumped forward in the throne, embraced by the darkness like it was an old friend.

"Well if it isn't the Hamato clan, the bain of my very existence." His voice echoed around the room, its power striking fear to those who knew no better. Leo stepped forward, his eyes white with rage, his chest burning a deep fire from within. "It's over Shredder! You're not going to activate that bomb."

"Are you going to try and stop me, Leonardo?"

"I'm not alone this time," Leo spat out, casting a quick glance at the people beside him. "Gyazā!" Shredder commanded to the shadows, awaiting for his footmen to surface, and soon they did. Rahzar and Xever leapt from the back of the room, Rahzar pounding his fists together while Xever cracked his knuckles, "Goodevening turtles, I so cannot wait to turn your shells into necklaces" Xever teased. A high squeal led to the reveal of Bebop and Rocksteady appearing on the left-hand side of the room, "You turtle freaks ready for round two," Bebop mused.

Tigerclaw, Baxter and Karai appeared from the right-hand side of the room, "Hello again turtles, I see you brought your friends along, what a shame they'll have to die too." Karai battered her eyelashes at Leo, amused by the way he avoided her gaze. Shredder sat back in his throne, entertained enough by the prospect of a good fight, "If you win, you can kill me; If I win, well, you get the idea..."

The fight had begun without much else said, Raph and Mikey went for Xever and Rahzar, Donnie went for Baxter, April and Casey went for Bebop and Rocksteady, Leo went with Tigerclaw and Splinter went for Karai. The Mighty Mutanimals were held up fighting more hordes of Footbots, each new wave becoming more modern and inundated with smarter ways of fighting.

"I see you fixed that Katana of yours," Tigerclaw chuckled, hand ready to grasp the gun wrapped to his thigh. Leo saw the jutter of his hand, knowing with any move he made the cat would be able to shoot him with no trouble. "At least my weapon relies on skill." he quipped, knowing it would rile up the mutant. Tigerclaw growled in response, got him, "You think you can mock me, boy! I will tear you to shreds!" He launched his body at the young terrapin, going in with a slash of his own hidden blade. The metals of the swords clanged and clashed together, each swing sent the other back a few steps. "You're not winning this time, kitty!"

Raph charged at the walking sushi, anger burning in his eyes as he assailed. Xever quickly jumped over the teen, his robotical legs shaking the ground as he landed. "Ah, Raphael, it's been such a pleasure to hate you. It will be a shame to have to kill you," Xever taunted, a blade shimmying around his fingers. Raph lifted a brow in mock, "There's always the option of not killin' me," Xever shrugged his shoulders, "Now where's the fun in that?" He ran at Raph, scrapping the edge of the blade along his plastron, Raph's fist holding him back from carving his face.

"C'mon Bradford, you don't wanna do this man!" Mikey cried out, backing into a corner. Rahzar's shadow engulfed Mikey's small form, his mouth snarling in delight, "Oh yes, I do." he seethed. His boney arms swiping at the turtle, fortunately for Mikey, he was able to evade the attack. The oranged-masked turtle leapt onto the back of the boney-dog mutant and rode him like a horse, using the chains on his nunchucks to muzzle him. "C'mon Rahzar, if you keep acting wack no one's going to adopt you, man!"

"Baxter get over here you pathetic excuse for a Muscidae!" Donnie shouted, his bo staff raised at the fly in question. Stockman hovered over the ground, not a weapon insight for him, although he did have his acid spit. "You think you're zzzo much zzzmarter than me, Donatello? Hm, izzz that it? Think you can bozzzz me around? Well, you're wrong! I'm- OW!" he yelled out in pain, Donnie's bo staff landing square on his jaw sending the insect through the air. Baxter shook his head, a soft growl leaving his lips, "That'zzz it! No more Mr nice fly!" He buzzed over to the lanky teen turtle, conjuring up balls of acid spit and sailing them through the air. One spitball landed extremely close to Donnie's foot, too close for that matter.

April pulled out her fan, closing her eyes she concentrated on Bebop's mind. Locating him with ease as he taunted her, "Thought you were meant to be some ninja, huh? Can't even find m-" He screamed as her fan came barrelling towards his chest, unable to dodge it in time he took the attack. Sliding back against the wall, his form blinking in and out of visibility, he pushed off of the wall and skated over to the redhead; "Oh so this is how it's gonna be, huh?" April remained silent, the only hint of emotion was with the raise of her brows and the tightening of her fists, "A strong but silent type? I dig that."

"C'mon you big hippo, come catch me!" Casey ridiculed, hitting Rocksteady with his hockey stick before ducking away from a raging fist. "I am not a hippo! I am a rhino, I look nothing like a hippo!" Rocksteady argued, growing infuriated with the young boy. Casey lifted up his skull mask to poke his tongue out through his lips, winking at the mutant with a cockiness that could only be owned by Casey. With his electrical glove charged up and sparking with life, Casey called out to Rocksteady one more time: "Hey Rocksteady, get a load of this!" he yelled out, smacking his hand against the rhino's back. Rocksteady sizzled under the watts, smoke wavering off of his rough skin, he dropped to the floor with a bang and a moan; "Point to Casey Jones,"

"Miwa, you do not have to do this. That man you call father is nothing but a monster, you were destined for much more than some lackey." Splinter begged, dodging Karai's kicks, her movements led by anger. She grew frustrated with the rat sensei, wanting nothing more than to crush the very legs we walked on, "How dare you come here and lie to me!" she screamed out. Karai ran full speed at Splinter, a small dagger dropping from her sleeves into the palms of her hands. She repeatedly swiped at the man, each sway of her hands lead to another chop of fur coming off of Splinter. "Miwa, you must listen to me: that man is not your father, Saki was the one to kill your mother not me."

"And why should I believe you, you're the enemy!" Karai paused her movements, backflipping away to a defensive stance while Splinter returned punches at her. "I could never lie to my own daughter," he whispered, his movements slowing as guilt washed over him. He stood back from her, folding his hands in front of him, his face downcast. Karai glared at him, he couldn't be her father, no he was lying! "You're lying!" she yelled. Splinter didn't say anything, only glancing at her broken face, "Why now? Why tell me now! Why didn't you come for me!" Her voice trembled, years of abuse from who she believed was her father ran through her.

"Miwa-"

"Enough!" Shredder's voice boomed, everyone's attention turning to the cheese grater himself. His fists were clenched, a painful glare set upon Yoshi, "You come in here and dare to spread lies to my own daughter, pathetic." he spits out. Splinter stood forward, unlike Shredder, Splinter's fists were unclenched and resting by his side in an act of peace. "The only one lying here is you, Saki. Karai should be told the truth, you should tell her the truth!"

Shredder stood from his throne, stomping down the stairs was a man on a mission. He stood meters away from Splinter, his glare hateful, the shadows of the room still masking half of his body while the specks of light beamed off of his armour. The others in the room stepped back, too distracted by the commotion of battling brothers to even begin fighting the opposition. The turtles, April and Casey watched on with worry, their positions arched as they waited for a chance to strike the Shredder if any harm came to their master.

Splinter glared at the man he once called a friend, family even, "Saki, you live in a pit of lies. The hatred has consumed you, turned you away from your true family. The Hamato clan looked after you and this is how you repay them, this is how you repay our sensei?"

"The Hamato clan betrayed me!" Shredder yelled, he ejected the blades from his armour, the gleam shining in the eyes of Yoshi, the tips of the swords freshly sharpened. "The Hamato clan took everything from me, you took everything from me!"

"And you took Tang Shen away from me! Saki, you were a brother to me!"

"You were mistaken, you washed up rat!" He yelled, charging at Splinter. Splinter easily dodged the attack, his back leaning so close to the floor before standing with his back straight. Shredder turned with a spin, dragging his arm down as the blades clashed against Splinter's walking stick, their arms shaking from the tension. Shredder growled as Splinter ducked under the blade and delivered a quick kick to Saki's stomach, the man stumbling back a few meters. Sprinting at Splinter, Saki delivered an onslaught of moves against the sensei, throwing punches left and right; a few hitting.

Neither were looking like they were going to slow down, blood dribbled from Splinter's lips as Shredder landed a brutal kick to his jaw. Splinter's sons watched on in pain, the grip on their weapons doubling as they went to help their father. But Shredder's henchmen stopped them, lining up before the fight to block them off. No words were said, but a promise was made that if they stood there any longer they would no longer have legs to stand on. The fight broke out quickly, metal clanging against metal, plasmablasts hitting the wall; it felt like an all-out war.

With the turtles and their comrades distracted, Shredder was able to gain the upper hand. "Your worry for your boys makes you weak, Yoshi! Their pain causes you distraction and that will be your weakness!" he roared dropping down on Splinter with his blades. Splinter rolled out of the way, but just barely, he was injured. With a sprained ankle and multiple cuts slashed across his body, his movements were more precise but slow. "You are wrong, Saki, my sons make me stronger!"

As proof, Splinter performed a special move against the Shredder, displaying his hands in complicated positions then pushing a gust of air towards the Shredder. Saki went flying into the wall behind him, bits of drywall and debris toppling from his body. From the sound of the impact, the fighting amongst the Hamato clan and the Foot stopped, their gazes drawn to the clan masters. Splinter stood over Shredder's broken body, it should have been a victorious moment yet his eyes were filled with guilt. "Splinter," Shredder breathed out, the mask preventing his voice from sounding muffled. Splinter stood closer to him, forcibly pulling away the mask to see the scared remains of his former brother.

"Saki, anger has tainted you, look at what you have become." Shredder could faintly see his reflection in the dusted helmet, his gaze low. "If you're going to kill me do it now, I'd rather die from the hands of my enemy than a broken spine," he growled. Splinter shook his head gently, "I will not kill you, even if it would put a stop to all of this madness you've caused. There is still good in you, Saki, even if you do not see it yet." Splinter stood back up from his crouched position, limping back to his family who watched the entire thing.

"Sensei why did you end him!" Raph argued, his eyes never leaving the slumped form of Shredder. Splinter caught his gaze and soon directed Raphael to face him, "Because, Raphael, vengeance is a dangerous thing. If I had killed him then I would be no better than the Shredder himself." Mikey couldn't wait any longer, bouncing on the balls of his feet he launched himself at his father, wrapping his arms as far as he could around his waist. "I'm so happy you're okay, sensei!" he cheered. The other three brothers piled in after, sharing similar looks of relief, Splinter embraced his boys, perhaps now the city would be more peaceful.

Pulling back, Splinter looked onwards towards Shredder's men, they all stared at their fallen leader with a sense of loss. What do they do now? "You still have time to change your lives, you are not the Shredder, you can still be good." Splinter spoke, wisdom felt hopeful when it fell from his lips. Rahzar looked towards Xever, the two shared a similar look of refusal, they turned their back and left the lair. Stockman was nowhere to be seen, presumably fleeing when no one was watching. Bebop and Rocksteady had ran, kicking their feet up in an attempt to escape the law.

"We'll go after them, make sure they get what they deserve," Slash stated, ordering the Mighty Mutanimals to follow his lead. The throne room had become smaller, only the Hamato clan, Karai and Saki remained. April walked over to her sensei, eyes glowing with amazement "Splinter, I didn't know you could do those moves, you have to teach me!" she beamed. Splinter chuckled at her enthusiastic nature, similar to Leonardo he mused. Rubbing a hand through her hair, he smiled at her "Maybe when you become more advance in your training, April."

"Does that mean I can learn them too, rad!" Casey cheered, Raph punched his shoulder with a smirk, "Yeah right, you can't even throw a hard punch," he teased. The group broke out into laughter, but it still felt quiet. Leo's eyes found Karai crouched next to Shredder's groaning body, he nudged his sensei who soon adjusted to the situation.

"Miwa," he began, moving away from the others to sit beside her. Her eyes never left the Shredder's bleeding face, his eyes were barely open but his gaze was facing the ceiling. "Even if he isn't my father, he took me in, trained me, I can't leave him." she whispered out, Karai hated sounding weak, too many years of avoiding emotions. Splinter stood back up, he respected her wishes, agreeing to himself that she needed time. Moving back to his family, his limp becoming more prominent, he shared a smile at the boys in the distance.

"Perhaps when we return to the lair, you can find me a cheese po-" his throat cut out, words slurring. The turtles looked at their sensei with fear, mouths hanging wide open. Splinter cast his gaze down his body, through his stomach was Shredder's blades. Blood dribbled down his robe and mouth, the moment Shredder sheathed his blade back into his arm, Splinter collapsed onto his knees. "You pitiful rat, distracted by your family, your greatest weakness." he spat out. His own wounds began to ache, the damage done by Splinter originally were taking their effect. He stumbled away from the turtles and to his daughter, Karai, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and limped away. Karia looked back over her shoulder seeing the boys crowd around their father, a hint of guilt filling her heart; but she kept walking.

"Sensei! Splinter!" Leo called out, immediately falling to his knees beside Splinter's head, putting him delicately in his lap. Splinter's hands reached out to his sons beside him, his breathing ragged, "Donnie we have to fix him!" Raph shouted, tears burning his eyes. Donnie began panting, eyes wide in worry and stress, "I-I can't, I- I don't have the supplies and even if I did there's t-too much damage." The boys looked down towards their master, they couldn't help him, they couldn't save him. "Father..." Mikey squeaked out, squeezing Splinter's hand, the warmth slowly dying out. April and Casey stood back, April buried in Casey's arms, she couldn't bear to look at the scene.

"My sons," Splinter smiled, taking in their faces for the last time. His eyes started to close but Leo wasn't going to let that happen, "No, no, Sensei you need to keep your eyes open. We're going to help you, you're going to be fine!" his lips shook, voice trembling, he was falling apart.

"My sons, I'm so...proud...of...yo-" his voice faded out, eyes falling shut. Splinter's body stopped moving, his chest no longer bumping up and down, hands cold to the touch. The boys bowed their heads as a sign of respect, tears falling freely down their cheeks. Each turtle gripped a part of his body, not ready to say goodbye yet, their hands were covered in blood, but not their own. They stayed there for a while, not ready to leave, not ready to have the responsibility of carrying his body back.

Today was never meant to go like this, Leo had a plan, a good plan, a plan sensei agreed with. It was never meant to end like this, Shredder was meant to be dead, the Foot clan was meant to be destroyed, the bomb would be gone...the bomb? THE BOMB!

Leo's head flicked up, eyes wide, "The bomb!" he yelled out to his brothers, they looked up with the same amount of fright. Leo turned to Casey and April, seemingly they knew what to do, "On it!" April roared, grabbing Casey's hand and sprinting to the labs. The brothers continued to stare down at their rat father, he may not have been as loving as some fathers out there, but he did what he could and they loved him just as much.

Casey and April skidded into Baxter's lab, seeing the scientist hovering over the device with a bruised Shredder and dazed Karai. "Shredder," April growled, grabbing her fan from her back, Casey pulled down his mask and sprung his hockey stick from his bag, "You're gonna pay for what you just did!" he yelled, impatiently charging at the man.

"Casey wait!" April called out, not liking this idea. Shredder turned to Baxter and barked out a small, "Now!" Stockman seemed reluctant, "But zzir, it'zzz untezzzted."

"Now!" Shredder yelled out, Casey was quickly approaching, readying a swing at Saki. But the room illuminated a bright white, the heat travelling fast as Baxter pressed the button. The turtles could feel the rumble of the building, the temperature rising rapidly; the bomb. They collectively sprang from the building, they didn't want to leave their father but they couldn't die with him too, he'd want them to live without him and protect the city. They watched in horror as the building collapsed into ruins, a shared panic as the bright light continued to expand out of the building.

Leo guided his brothers back into the sewers, looking for cover. They stuck to the walls, feeling the ground shake violently, parts of the gravel from the roads above plopping into the green water of the sewers. Raph had Mikey under his arms to protect him while Leo and Donnie huddled together. The sounds of the buildings collapsing and the screams of innocent people seemed to echo around the tunnels, elevating the amount of guilt they already felt. Minor explosions went off in the distance, no doubt in a reaction to the Shredder's bomb, it took too long for it all to stop.

Only when the ground stopped vibrating did the brothers take a minute to breathe. The air was musty, full of smoke and debris, the only sound now was the beeping of car alarms and screams. What did they do?

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hpdabbles · 3 years

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Love Limit: Seven years

Harry thought he was ready for his parents to present the wizard he could be marrying, he really did, up until said wizard strutted into the room. Sitting across an impassive Draco Malfoy, as the adults discuss the benefits of their houses unifying under the banner of marriage, the young boy tried not to sweat through his dress robes.

Something about the pureblood heir made him nervous, in a strangely good way. It was like he wanted all of Malfoy's attention on him but every time their eyes meet, Harry looked away, desperate to disappear feeling excited and embarrassed all at once.

Malfoy quickly grew bored, turning his attention to the garden outside the fancy magical french restaurant the adults choose to meet in. He remained disinterested in the room at large, staring blankly at the birds flying around the flouting feeding areas. He folded one leg over the other, his royal blue robes falling in waves over his shoulders as Malfoy claps his hands in his lap.

The sunlight streamed in from the large window and with the lovely bright white and blue of the walls, it brought out the pale blonde of his hair, lighting up his facial features as if though they were contour by sunlight itself.

He looked like a painting, perfect in every stroke of a brush, come to life. So beautiful Malfoy almost seemed fictional, despite the fact he was sitting right in front of Harry.

Harry kept his eyes on his feet, face feeling hot as if though he stood in the sun for too long but every so often would peak up at the blond. He wanted his parents to finish the marriage meeting as quickly as possible. This one seems to drag on longer than any of the previous ones did.

It was a tradition in the Potter family for the parents to pick a spouse for their children but one that skip a generation. His father, James, had been free to choose his mother, Lily, but Harry's grandfather had been engaged to his grandmother since before they were sent to Hogwarts.

Most purebloods had the same tradition but the Potters were more lenient in the fact they allowed a few of their bloodline to choose for themselves.

Harry had been raised with the knowledge that the various marriage meetings were to carefully select a good spouse and more importantly someone who would bring honor and something of value to the Potter name.

He had been tested for his magical compatibility at age two, as all magical kids have, and through it, his parents were made aware his magic could bond with both males and females which gave the more wiggle room to find someone for him.

Witches and Wizards' magic had a certain level of Compatibility that allowed them to have strong, powerful, and good-looking children the higher their compatibility was. The Compatibility could indicate if the child in question would grow to fancy males or females, should the pair be the same sex then they could blood adopt.

By blood adopting, they would be given a Squib toddler who best matched their own magic. Through a ritual as old as Merlin, their compatible magic would mix in the child changing them to be the pair's by blood and by magic.

Not all Squib children matched an eager childless couple before they reach five years old- the cut of the ritual working- which is why a few grew into adults without ever accessing magic but the lucky ones who were blood adopted became a regular witch wizard able to use their core.

According to Malfoy's profile, the one sent to his parents to review, Malfoy's magic only matched with males with a high Potion and Runes magic. It went well with Harry's high Defense and Herbology magic, to the point their Compatibility was an astounding ninety-seven percent.

It was the only reason his Dad had been willing to meet the Malfoys as Lucius and he never got along back at Hogwarts.

"Thank you for meeting us today, Lord Malfoy, Lady Malfoy, and Heir Malfoy" Mom suddenly say her voice smooth and sweet, though her smile was strained.

"It was a pleasure, Lady Potter." Lady Malfoy replied, dipping her head respectfully as she stood, "I do hope we can continue this discussion in the near future. An owl will be in contact with you soon."

"We look forward to its arrival," Dad says in a tone that promises the poor bird will be shot down if it enters the Potter's air space. "Good day, Lord Malfoy, Lady Malfoy, and Heir Malfoy."

"Good day," The blond boy says his voice sending goosebumps all over Harry's skin. He never knew a voice could sound like honey before.

Realizing they were leaving and that he hadn't seen a single word, Harry hastily rose. He meant to say "Good day" or "Thank you for considering me for your son" or something along those lines. But all that came out of his mouth was a choking squeal.

Malfoy's frown and odd look made Harry so red he actually hid behind his mother. The blond child rolled his eyes, tilted his chin up in dismissal while strutting out of the room after his parents.

Harry watched him go with wonder never before had a seen someone his own age look so regal.

"What did you think Harry?" Mom asks after they leave crouching down to look into his very same pair of emerald eyes. "Did Mr. Malfoy seem-"

"He's so pretty!" Harry blurts taking the woman by surprise. "He so pretty, and elegant and Mom, did you see how soft his hair looked? Did you notice how amazing his sitting was? He looked like a Disney Prince!"

"W-well if you think so, I suppose he is," Mom says hesitantly shooting a look at Dad. The man in question had put his head into his hands, looking dismayed. Harry understands, he was nearly too overwhelmed by how pretty Malfoy is too.

"Do you think Mr. Malfoy is prettier than Leo?" Dad's voice is muffled by his palms but Harry hears it all the same.

"Much prettier!" He has known Leo all his life and while he was not ugly he was nowhere near Malfoy's league. He is the son of his Godfather, Sirius, and his husband Remus, both of which were Dad's best friends through all of Hogwarts.

Leo was Harry's best friend too since their parents saw each other so often, they shared everything even being compatible with both witches and wizards. Of course, their dads had them tested to see their Compatibility and the two were at a seventy-nine. Up until Malfoy, that was the highest he ever match with someone.

Harry had overheard Uncle Sirius proclaim they would wed one day if no other match could be found to which all the adults toasted to. Leo had wrinkled his nose when Harry told him later about it that night during their sleepover.

"Don't get me wrong Harry, but I like you as a best friend, not someone I want to marry" Leo had said tucking him in because Leo liked to make sure Harry was warm. He liked to care for people in a way Harry liked to too, but more so when he was the one doing it. "I just think it is like Dad and Uncle James getting married."

"Gross they're brothers."

"And we're cousins."

"I won't have to marry Leo, will I?" Harry asks his Dad, who has yet to raise his head. A cold sense of dread settled in his chest. He knew that some kids didn't get a choice, that they would marry who was selected for them but his parents weren't like that, were they?

"Harry....you are almost eleven." Mom starts looking pained. "All witches and Wizards have to be engaged before entering Hogwarts if they aren't muggle-borns. It's the law."

"I know"

"Malfoy is one of the last wizards unclaimed, it would have been rude not to meet them so we organized this marriage meeting even if we never....both sides didn't take it seriously Harry. Leo has already been made your fiancee and I suspect the Malfoys are going to go with Theodore Nott."

Harry gasps outraged. "Nott!? Malfoy has been promised to Nott!? He's so boring! All he did at our marriage meeting was read!"

Dad raised his hands to give him a sheepish smile. "Sometimes someone who reads is the better choice for a boy like Mr. Malfoy. I'm sure you will like your life with Leo once your older-"

"I don't want Leo!" Harry protested hotely. How could his parents do this to him? "I want Malfoy!"

"Harry please understand, Leo is much better-"

"No!"

Mom steps forward biting her lip. She never liked this part of the tradition she married into, as a muggle-born she hated the idea of pairing off her child. It was something he heard his parents argue at night but in the end, there was nothing she could do. Harry is a Half-blood and by law, he must be engaged. "Is there really nothing that can be done, James?"

"If you can convince Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott, and Leo to break the arrangements before you turn seventeen then yes," Dad said after a long pause. "But that will be very difficult to do and if you can not succeed then you must marry at seventeen. You will be on a time limit."

"It's okay! I know Leo won't mind. He fancies Nott" Harry brightens then slaps a hand over his mouth once he realized he accidentally exposed Leo's secret. "Please don't tell Uncle Sirius or Uncle Remus, Leo doesn't want them to know he fancies Nott."

Mom shakes her head looking oddly shocked. Harry had no idea why. Leo wouldn't stop talking about Nott for nearly three weeks straight after their marriage meeting, gushing about the fact the other boy had read him a story while their parents spoke.

"I can convince Nott and Malfoy! I solemnly swear it!"

Dad threw his head into his hands and screamed but Harry knows he supports him either way.

#hpdabbles #Love Limit: Seven years #Part 1 #Leo Black Lupin #Drarry #Wolfstar #Little Harry falls in love #Now he races against time to get Draco's heart

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moonofthenight · 3 years

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Everything must come to an end

Umm okay, so here is the fic posted the moodboard to a few days ago. This is two thousand words of pure angst, like really really angsty so if you decide to read it, please be aware of that. Also, I kind of want to leave it like it is, I don’t really want to write a part two to it.

Oh and this is probably not the most realistic scenario but I loved to explore it anyways.

I’m sorry @lumosinlove but thank you for letting me use your amazing characters

CW for mentions of food, lots of crying, bad mental health for some time and a general very sad atmosphere

A happy ending is never a promise, it’s a wish and ever since Leo was little, he wished for it more than anything.

The rain softly pattered against the window, waking the blonde one up, who let out a content sigh. Contrary to popular believe, Leo loved rainy days. There was nothing better than waking up in the warmth of the bed with his boys next to him, holding them safely in his arms. He already could imagine today, Finn sitting on the couch with his glasses and the nose in a book, Logan cuddling Finn to oblivion, while he made them something to eat. But if he only knew…

He felt Finn’s hand moving in his, a sign that he was waking up too. Leo pushed himself up with one arm, careful not to wake Logan up, reaching over to brush Finn’s hair from his forehead.

“Good morning sweetheart.”

“Mhh good morning Le.”

Finn stretched his back, his head sleepily falling down onto the pillow, making Leo chuckle.

“Wake Lo up, would you love? I will go down and make some breakfast for us.”, Leo said while getting up.

Finn nodded in response, blowing Leo a kiss, to which he leaned down and planted a real kiss on his lips in return. Finn made a soft sound, his hand finding the back of Leo’s head, pulling him closer. They parted eventually and Leo gave Finn a last kiss on the cheek before he made his way into the kitchen.

He started to prepare the bowls, humming softly while he mixed everything together. Leo flinched at the loud ringtone of his phone. It laid on the kitchen counter, exactly where he left it last night after their weekly date night.

Coach is calling…

“Good morning coach, what’s up?”

“Leo…”

His heart dropped at the tone of Arthur’s voice.

“Leo, I am so sorry but you have been traded. Come over soon so we can talk about the paperwork please.”

Leo didn’t remember what he said, he ended the call and starred at the phone in his hands. He felt… numb, as if he was stuck in one of those horrid dreams where you keep running and running and running but you never reach any end. He managed to put the phone back down but when he looked up, all he could do was to stare blankly at the wall. He didn’t cry, it still felt too surreal.

Leo could faintly discern Logan and Finn moving towards the kitchen, their laughter echoing from the walls right into his heart. The happy sound stopped the moment the two entered the kitchen, seeing Leo standing there. Both of them knew something was wrong.

“I got traded.”

It was simple as that and now it was finally sinking in. He got traded, he got-

“No please tell me this is some sick joke", a bitter laugh escaped Logan’s mouth, both him and Finn stopping dead in their tracks.

“It’s not”, his voice broke and he looked towards them, the tears already running down his face.

Logan immediately started sobbing, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness. At the same time, Finn moved to pull Leo into a hug, his wet cheek pressing against Leo’s collarbone. All of them were crying by now, it was an ugly picture but so was the situation.

“This doesn’t make any sense. You haven’t even been playing long with us”, Finn muttered against Leo’s skin.

“We can’t let them take you away from us. What are we without you by our side?”

“We can do it. We have to”, Logan said through his tears, his hand reaching out to wipe away Leo’s tears.

Leo didn’t answer.

Can we?

“I think I need some time for myself, okay?”, he said and leaned into Logan’s touch for a second before removing himself out of the hug.

He walked out of the kitchen but as he turned around again, Logan and Finn were already in each other’s arms, rocking from side to side. He could hear a faint “It’s going to be alright.” But it cut off with his door falling shut.

He walked towards his bed, falling down face first and just laid there. He gave himself a few minutes to breathe, his mind was blank. He was so so scared. He couldn’t do anything. He didn’t know how and if this was going to work out, hearts are going to break either way.

He lifted his head a bit, reaching out for the phone he carelessly threw onto the bed.

Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up

“Lupin?”

“Cap? Did I call the wrong number?”

“No, you didn’t. Is everything alright? You sound a bit off.”

“No, yes. Can you just pass the phone to Remus please?”, his voice sounded so small but he heard shuffling and some swearing before the other Lupin was on the phone.

“Knutty, what’s up?”

“Re…”, Leo let out a shaky breath. Remus didn’t say anything else, he just waited, which is why he called him in the first place. Remus always knew what’s best.

“If- let’s say for some reason you need to move to another city on the other end of the country and Sirius is in no way able to come with you, what would you do?”

“Leo, what is going on?”

“You’ll probably find out soon enough, just answer my question please.”

“I mean. I would try to do a long distance but it’s a tough decision to make. Long distances aren’t easy. Leo, whatever is going on, try to do what you think will be best for you and listen to you heart. Love you.”

“Love you too, Re. Thank you.”

He threw his phone back into the pillows and thought about what his teammate said. The problem was, Leo’s heart was broken and what use was it to listen to a broken heart?

Maybe it would be better to call it quit. I can’t manage a long-distance relationship. I can’t.

He pushed himself off the bed, finding his way to the living room, trying not to think too much about what he was going to do to them, what he was going to do to himself. Logan and Finn were curled up together on the sofa, not crying anymore but not talking either. Leo cleared his throat, both boys looked up to him, slowly sitting up properly.

“We need to talk.”

Leo rounded the couch, sitting down between them, his heart heavy. He didn’t say anything right away but breathed, trying to stop the tears from falling again but he was failing.

“I think- I know I won’t be able to keep a long-distance relationship up. I think I need to cut myself out of this. I’m sorry.”

Leo didn’t talk around it or tried to talk it better because it wouldn’t make a thing better. This was the most painful experience and he knew he was the reason for it.

Said two froze, the comforting hand that was on his back a second ago fell down on the couch. It was dead silent. Then Logan started sobbing, his body shaking uncontrollably.

“What?”

Finn’s voice was nothing but a whisper, his eyes red and shiny.

“Leo no. No please, don’t do this to us. You can’t- we are a team, we are supposed to stay together, we-we are supposed to marry in the future, Leo-“, Logan broke down into sobs again, his face in his hands. It broke Leo’s heart into a million pieces.

Leo looked over to Finn, tears silently rushing down over his beautiful freckles, his eyes were filled with pain but also understanding.

“I’m sorry,” said Leo, his voice breaking “but I made my decision.”

He stood up, not being able to stay another second longer in the mess he made, walking into his bedroom, the lump in his throat growing.

Fuck

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The farewell party was spot on terrible. The team gathered together at Dumo’s, trying to make the best out of the situation but there wasn’t a single thing that cheered Leo up. He was on the verge of tears the moment he stepped into the house because it just reminded him of the things, he won’t be able to see on a daily basis anymore.

Now, a few hours later, his bags were packed, the taxi was waiting downstairs. Logan and Finn stood there, right in front of him, tears in their beautiful eyes.

He gave them a small, tight smile.

“I love you,” Leo said through his tears before he looked at them one last time and closed the door behind him. The moment the door clicked shut he broke down sobbing.

Little did he know that on the other side of the door, Finn was sliding down against it, his mind trying to wrap around the things that happened, pulling Logan against his chest, trying to ease the pain they were feeling.

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They were falling apart, slowly but surely.

The first week was okay, given the circumstances, they tried to comfort each other and there was a lot of crying. But eventually, Logan couldn’t sleep in Finn’s bed anymore, it didn’t feel right and there were too many memories connected to it. The dark spots under their eyes grew from day to day.

The team was worried but they brushed it off every time someone tied to talk to them or to get them to open up.

The problem was, it’s human nature to search for anything to blame something on. But there was no one. It wasn’t Logan’s fault, it wasn’t Finn’s, it wasn’t Leo’s, it wasn’t Arthur’s.

By the end of week two, Finn and Logan barley talked to each other and the flat was a real mess. Pizza boxes over pizza boxes, the dishes still in the sink, the windows weren’t opened for days but neither had the strength to do something about it. How could they? Everyday was a fight, going on the ice wasn’t what it was before.

But the season moved on and they had to function. Logan getting more and more aggressive on the ice, searching for something to deal with his emotions.

A few hundred miles away, Leo was watching the game in his hotel room, starring at the screen.

It had been three weeks by now and he hadn’t really talked to anyone yet.

The new team was amazing honestly, they were trying to include him and welcoming him into their circle but he couldn’t bring himself to engage with them, his walls were up again.

This wasn’t family dinner at Dumo’s, this wasn’t being chirped by Pot’s at morning practice, this wasn’t Cap threatening him with drills if he didn’t concentrate, this wasn’t screaming to Taylor Swift songs with Kasey, this wasn’t waking up with Finn and Logan next to him. He was a fucking Lion and this was not right.

So, he made a decision, maybe this time, the right one.

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Finn was currently sitting on the couch, searching for something to watch when he heard the doorbell. He debated if it was worth it to stand up but he managed to drag himself towards the door. He nearly fainted when he saw who was standing there. He starred dumbly at his face, blue eyes starring right back at him.

“We need to talk and sort this shit out.”

#sweater weather lumosinlove #lumosinlove #angst #o'knutzy #i'm so sorry

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 4 years

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Look Back At Me

Florian x reader

Warnings: Smutttttt

A/N: This is my entry for @blackmissfrizzle‘s 2K Follower Celebration & Bad Bitch Challenge!! Look Back At Me by Trina ft. Killa Mike was my song prompt.

Word Count: 2,582

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"Please leave your message for—"

You hit end call and tossed your phone onto the bed. This was the third time you'd tried to call Florian and he let his phone go to voicemail.

Ever since the fight you two had days ago, he'd been ignoring you. No calls, no texts.

"Fuck him, then," you said to yourself and turned on the TV.

Seconds later, your phone started vibrating. You wrestled with the covers to find it thinking Florian was calling back. Once you picked it up and saw your best friend's name, you sighed and slid the call button.

"Hey Bree," you greeted.

"Biiiiiiitch!! You're not at LUXX?!" She questioned.

"Obviously not, ma'am, do you hear music in my background?" You sassed.

"Well, ya boy is posting on his story all up in VIP with Sandro, Masias and some hoes."

"What?!" You hurried to grab your tablet and went to Instagram.

Clicking on Florian's story, you watched as he smiled and laughed with his friends. Some chick in a tight green dress sitting closely next to him.

"Did y'all break up and you didn't tell me?"

"I mean, we had a fight over something stupid and we haven't been speaking, but a break up is news to me…"

"Nuh un, don't sound sad. Get dressed. I'll be there to pick you up," she said before hanging up.

You thought about texting her and telling her that it wasn't worth it, but you weren't gonna sit around with hurt feelings while he partied, so you hopped in the shower to start getting ready.

********

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when Bree called to tell you that she was pulling into the driveway. You grabbed your clutch, threw your phone inside and headed out.

"Ooh, you look cute," she said when you got inside of the car.

"Thanks, boo, so do you," you air kissed her cheek.

When she pulled up to the club, she gave the valet her keys and the bouncer let you both walk right in. You could hear people grumbling behind you about how they'd been waiting.

Since everyone there knew who you were, another bouncer escorted you both to the VIP area.

"We're getting our own section tonight, Leo, giving the boys their space, ya know?" You told him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, but didn't question it. He sat you in the section right next to Florian's. A bottle of champagne rested in the bucket waiting for you upon arrival.

Within seconds, Florian and Masias were walking over to the two of you. Bree pretended as if she didn't see them as she popped the bottle to pour the champagne.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned.

"Don't worry, I didn't come here to bother you. My friend asked me to come out with her so I did," you shrugged and grabbed your flute.

"Come here, I need to talk to you."

"No, that's okay, when I tried talking to you you ignored my calls, remember? Go ahead back over there with your groupies," you dismissed him.

Florian walked away. He wasn't gonna cause a scene there. If you wanted to be that way then fine.

"Go back over there with your friend, Masias," Bree said.

"What if I wanna stay with you?" He smirked.

"Boy bye!" She waved her hand

"You've never even given me a chance."

"Because I know your type and I won't be wasting my time, now go away."

Masias finally gave up and walked away. You side eyed Bree. You knew that she had a thing for that man and they flirted like two lovesick teens, but tonight she was standing in solidarity with you.

You waved your server down and asked for more champagne. You figured it'd be safe to stick with that instead of mixing it with hard liquor.

********

You were on your fourth glass of champagne. You were up dancing to the music and every so often you'd look over just to see Florian staring at you and made sure to sway your hips perfectly to every beat.

With the alcohol coursing through your body, you were feeling the vibes and really having fun despite your “ex” being in the section next to you.

"Ladiieeessss, if you remember this song, I want you to come to the dance floor and show out for me one time!" The DJ announced.

"If you want it you can get it if you wit it, I'ma hit it flip it rub it dump it smack it look back at I'm an addict—"

"Ooh! That's my shit let's go!" You grabbed Bree's hand and led her down the stairs.

Florian stood and watched you over the balcony. You and Bree hit the dance floor and rapped along with the words.

"I got a ass so big like the sun. Hope you got a mile for a dick I wanna run. Slap it in my face, shove it down my throat—"

A guy walked up behind you and you started grinding on him. Florian's blood immediately started to boil. He knew that you were acting crazy in order to get under his skin.

"I know how to fuck. I know how to ride. I can spin around and keep the dick still inside. Now ya mouth wide, you lookin real scared. I'ma man eater, head hunter, I'm prepared—"

You turned around to face the guy and grabbed the back of his head.

"If you want it, you can get it if you wit it, I'ma hit it, flip it rub it up and smack it look back at it I'm an addict. Look back at me—"

That set him off. He walked down the stairs slowly and headed towards the dance floor.

You weren't paying attention to him and hopped up on the platform with the stripper pole as the second verse started.

"Put this pussy in yo jaws now smack. Like it's Thanksgiving and it ain't coming back—"

The room was spinning before you could understand what was happening. You yelped and grabbed on to the nearest body, so you wouldn't hit the floor.

Once you realized it was Florian, you tried to snatch away, but he had such a tight grip on your arm that you weren't going anywhere.

You had to skip in order to keep up with his quick stride.

"I have on heels, you need to stop before I fall!" You yelled over the music.

He didn't turn around, but he did slow down a little. When you got outside, his truck was already waiting at the valet and the attendant had the door open and waiting for you.

"Get in," he demanded.

"No, I came with Bree and I'm not gonna leave her," you turned to go back inside, but he grabbed you again.

He lifted you up and sat you down in the seat, put your seatbelt on and then slammed the door behind him. When he got into the driver's seat, he closed the door so hard you were surprised the windows didn't break.

The ride home was mostly silent. You rubbed your wrist where he'd been holding on to you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," he reached over and rubbed the spot gently.

Your phone started vibrating inside of your clutch. You figured it was probably Bree checking on you, so you answered.

"Are you okay?!" She yelled the moment you picked up.

"I'm fine," you shrugged.

"I was trying to get out there to you, but Masias wouldn't get out of my way," she explained.

"Don't worry about it. Is he gonna ride home with you? I didn't want to leave you by yourself."

"Yes, he's riding home with me and his ass isn't even allowed inside. He can wait in the lobby for his Uber!"

You laughed. You could only imagine how hard she'd just rolled her eyes at that man.

"Well don't worry about me, I'm fine. You just get home safe and try not to hurt the poor guy." You advised.

"Okay and Florian, you'd better not hurt my friend or I will come after you!" She hollered.

"Goodnight, Bree," you laughed and hung up.

"Does she really think that I would harm you?" He asked.

"Well, you did just drag me out of a nightclub while your friend kept her barricaded inside," you shrugged. "Also, I don't want to go to your place. Take me home."

"My place is your home. You're the one who left and went back to your apartment over a petty argument."

"Petty?!" You screeched.

"Yes, petty! And then you're in there shaking your ass and being disrespectful."

"Oh, I'm being disrespectful as if you didn't break up with me??"

He pulled into the driveway and before he could put the truck in park, you were jumping out and walking back towards the road.

He quickly ran behind you and threw you over his shoulder.

"Put me down right fucking now, Florian!" You punched his back.

May as well been hitting a brick wall.

He set you on your feet once you were inside, but made sure to stand in front of the door, so you couldn't leave.

"Who said that we broke up?"

"You not answering my calls and letting your lil bimbo bitch be all over you at LUXX told me everything that I needed to know. But then you get jealous when you see me with another guy? You're full of shit."

"That's not—"

"Save it," you cut him off, "I didn't get in the way of you getting fucked tonight, so you shouldn't have gotten in mine."

You watched his face darken. Of course you didn't mean the words that you'd just so foolishly said, but it was much too late to take them back.

He walked towards you slowly. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. You backed up until you hit a wall.

"Shit," you tried to turn and run, but he grabbed you and slammed you back into the wall.

"You wanna get fucked?" He growled. "What were the lyrics? You got an ass so big like the sun?" He lifted you dress over your ass and palmed it in his big hand.

He used his other hand to grab yours and guide it to his dick. You could feel him growing hard through his jeans.

He kicked your legs apart and rubbed his fingers over your pussy.

"Is this enough dick for that mile ride?" He asked as he slid a finger inside of you.

You unbuttoned his pants and reached inside to squeeze his cock. He groaned and slid another finger into your core. Working them in and out quickly. It felt so good, you pressed your forehead against his chest.

He used his free hand to grip your cheeks.

"Open up," he said.

You stuck your tongue out as he pulled his fingers from you and stuck them in your mouth. You kept eye contact with him as you sucked on his slick coated fingers.

Once you were done, he lowered you to your knees. You assisted in pulling his jeans off and freeing his throbbing member. You licked your lips at the sight of him.

He grabbed your face so you once again opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. He slapped his dick on it and then on your cheek.

"That’s what the song said, yeah? Slap it in your face? What's next?"

"Shove it down my throat," you quickly answered.

He wasted no time sliding into your mouth until he couldn't go anymore.

You grabbed his ass and pushed him further down. Relaxing your throat, so you could take all of him in.

Florian threw his head back. A loud groan leaving his lips. He pulled out, because he knew that a second longer would've resulted in him cumming down your throat and he wasn't through with you yet.

You took a deep breath when he was fully out. Smiling up at him, because you knew why he moved.

He helped you up and then bent you over the couch.

"I really don't like the way you were acting. Making that fucker think that he ever had a chance with you," he got down on his knees behind you and sucked your clit into his mouth.

He licked and sucked on your pussy from the back like a pro. Reminding you of one of the reasons why you put up with his shit.

You were struggling to stay upright in your high heels and the upcoming orgasm was causing your knees to buckle.

He turned you around. He wanted to see your face when you came. The way you bit your lip, the way your eyes pinched shut. It was all reserved for him and only him.

"Look at me," he demanded. "This is my pussy, right?"

You couldn't answer. Your mouth dropped as a tingling sensation washed over your entire body. You laced your fingers in his short hair as you rocked back and forth over his face.

He stood and scooped you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he brought you around to lie down on the couch.

"Answer my question," he said as he trailed kisses from your lips to your throat. "Who does this pussy belong to?"

"I'm single, remember?" You taunted him.

"Ooh," he pulled the top of your dress back exposing your nipple. "That's the wrong answer," he said and bit down hard on your nipple.

Your scream was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He turned you on your stomach and grabbed your waist forcing you onto your knees. He slapped your ass twice before thrusting inside of you.

You screamed and scratched at the couch. He fucked your pussy with no remorse. Undoubtedly making you regret what you'd said to him.

"Fuck, Florian, you're—"

"Shut up and take it," he said and grabbed your throat.

You still tried to run a little, so you laid down flat. Worst idea ever since you were now trapped beneath his large body. His hand pressed into the arch of your back as he fucked you.

"Look back at me," he turned your head. "Now, whose pussy is this?" He hit you with a hard stroke in between each word.

"Yours! It's yours baby," you moaned as you felt the waves building once again.

He gave you a sloppy kiss as his hips started to stutter.

"Yes, daddy, cum in your pussy," you urged him.

You tightened around him as you came. Digging your nails into the material of the sofa. That provoked his orgasm and he released ribbons of warm cum inside of you.

After a few seconds of catching his breath, he pulled out of you and lied down beside you.

"I'm sorry," he finally broke the silence. "I should have talked to you about our problems instead of ignoring you."

"I forgive you," you reached up to scratch his beard, "just don't let it happen again or I'll knock yo ass out."

"Oh, really?" He repositioned himself, so that he was in between your thighs.

You felt him getting hard again and tried to move.

"Nah, let's see who knocks who out first," he said as he slid into you again.

You braced yourself. Tonight was gonna be a long night and you were ready for it.

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